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pairing : dbf!sevika x fem!reader MEN AND MINORS DNI. CLAIRIFICATION : the reader IS an adult! Sevika did NOT watch !r grow up.

sum : Sevika came back in state to visit your dad and just happened to see you—drunk, needy, and longing for her strong arms.

contains : drabble (very short for my writing, sorryy!!) fingering, mouth covering, ‘nd thats about itt…

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When you lunged yourself through the door, your father didn’t bat an eye. Just helped you to your room, and shut the door. That would be the only logical solution, since you had told him that you were going to a party. Your dad had mentioned briefly that a friend was coming to visit—not specifying the name, or who it was. Throwing yourself on the bed, a loud groan left your lips. Your hands traveled down to the boots you sported, and yanked them off.

Hearing the front door swing open, you rolled over, expecting your door to burst agape. Though, after hearing her voice, you stilled. Sevika. The husk in her voice… It took you back to when she used to live here a few years ago.

During your childhood, Sevika hadn’t made herself present. She was afraid of stringing you and your father into her job; the same job that made her lose her arm. Once she heard you were an adult, and housed your practically elderly father, Vika thought it was a perfect time to crash land into your life for a year or so, though one day… She just got up, and left. No goodbyes. No letters. No words. Frankly, it hurt. When her voice hit your ears, you’d assumed it was just drunk delusions.

That assumption was proven wrong as Sevika swung your door open. It was swift, fast—but not startling. Just as Sevika was. Once she stepped inside, she shut the door; not locking, just closing it with a snap.

She walked close to your bed, staring down at your clubbing outfit. Short skirt, whatever halter top you could find in your closet. Sevika exhaled, then shook her head, a “tsk”-ing noise leaving her.

“You’re a mess, princess.” She mumbled.

You sat up, and rubbed your eyes—in disbelief, in literal bewilderment. “Vika.. No, it’s… You’re not real.” You chuckled, eyes dragging somewhere else in the room. Sevika’s arms snaked around you, as she sat on the edge of the bed; the mattress dipping from the newly added weight. Her lips pressed against your neck, peppering kisses all over. You shudder, instantly leaning into her.

“You left me..” You whispered, your lips a hair’s breadth from her ear. Sevika shook her head, teeth gritting.

“Don’t you ever say that..” Her hand traveled from your hips, to under your waistband. You shivered, and nodded.

“It’s true..”

“I had to do it, and you know that.” Sevika rebutted, her voice breathless. Your legs trembled, spreading wide for Sevika’s hands as they advanced all over your body. Her palm pressed against your clothed clit, making you squeal softly. You felt her ring, and middle finger gently brushing against your folds, as she whispered “I love you”, and “I missed you”, into your ear. You knew she had to leave, that she did what was best for the both of you in the long run. Her fingers pulled your panties to the side of your mound, giving her access to begin to tease your entrance.

Sevika’s fingers began to plunge in and out of your cunt, making you shiver with every thrust of the digits. She sushed you, not wanting your father to bat an eye from downstairs, yet you just couldn’t help yourself. You moaned, eyes rolling back. After being so deprived from her love, you practically threw yourself into her. Her hand flew over your mouth, as her fingers got faster. Your body shivered from the bottom up, as your climax burst out of you. The moans you let out dragged on, being needy—fully wanting. Sevika smirked, hand still pressed over your mouth.

“I’m back, baby girl.. ‘Nd this time, I don’t plan on leaving.” Vika hummed, pressing a kiss to your head.

pairing: sevika x fem!reader MODERN AU sum: after finding out you have an incredibly popular social media account, Sevika decides to make one of her own.

contains: not proofread, strap use, spanking cussing, petnames !! MEN AND MINORS DNI

You were in the kitchen, humming your favorite tune while mixing up a meal for you and Sevika. You loved your girlfriend with every once of passion in you! That's honestly just how you functioned; you loved. Big, and loud. Without acknowledging it, your phone began to buzz. Like, crazy. Over, and over, and over again. Okay, maybe you were kind of sort of famous on social media. You didn't think you were all that, but others did!

Sevika didn't know. You didn't bother to tell her. To be frank, you never thought it was such a hassle until today. Vika walked, fresh from the shower--tank top on, hugging her broad figure and tight chest--and whatever shorts she could find. Your phone, still buzzing, caught her attention. Her hand hesitated at first, pausing for a split second before reaching over and flipping the phone over. You, having no password, always told Sevika to "browse as she pleased," because you simply had nothing to hide. Of course, Sevika trusted you, but what was with all this buzzing?

"Baby, who is texting you?" She grumbled, only really knowing the word "texting" because you forced her to get a phone number not too long ago.

You look up from whatever pot you're stirring, and instantly glance at the phone. "Text? No, no one. Unless it's my mom, or my sister, or maybe my friend Charlotte... No one!" Your brow furrows in confusion, and Sevika instantly begins to snoop. Her fingers pause as she stopped in front of on app. Instagram. The bubble signifying how many notifications you have was blown up. 100+, was all it said. So many, that it couldn't even specify the number. In a blink of an eye, she opened the app; staring at the many, many, likes... Follows, all of the above. Then her brow furrowed, head snapping up to look at you.

"What is this? Why is there so many people talking to you?" Sevika demanded, and you jumped back. Never in your... about 2 years of dating has she ever spoke to you like that.

Out of pure instinct, you snatched your phone from her hands. "It's just my insta account, it really isn't a big deal! Plus, I don't even text people on there!" You turn your phone to face her, and scroll through your DMs. Names that were only were familiar were there. Your friends that she knew, your cousins.

Sevika scoffed, "So? Explain all those people on your... little post things!" She barked, then paused. She needed to reel herself in, and listen to what you had to say before going all crazy.

"Vika, that's call a comment section? Those are just random people that follow me. I don't ever respond, and half of my videos are about me having a loving girlfriend--so they know not to flirt with me anyway!" You rebutted, quickly opening up your comment section and showing Sevika the thousands of words; none that you responded to, anyways. Her eyes narrowed, and she took the phone from your hand. Her free hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Just remember that you're mine." She mumbled into your hair, closing her eyes. You let her stand there and hold you. It didn't bother you, not really, no.

About a week later, you woke up to Sevika getting ready to go to the gym. Stirring, you grumble softly--then roll over, and rub your eyes. She looks down at you, a small smile creeping onto her face before she leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You exhale, and hum quietly. It had been like this for a while. Her, waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to go to the gym. You didn't know why, Sevika usually just worked out at home; and in front of you, which you liked. The shows were great.

"Vika..." You mutter, sitting up. "You're going to the gym, again? Why?.." Your voice, still lace with sleep--had a slightly whiny tone to it. Sevika just grins, and responds with...

"Gotta keep 'em entertained." Okay, yikes. Sure, Sevika was petty, but to say something like that? Disrespectful! Along with the way she was glued to her phone lately had been making it seem like she was just mocking you! So, as she left, you decided to go on a little... Mission. Opening up Instagram on your little laptop, you begin to type in whatever keywords you thought would pull up her account. If she even had one, anyways. After about an hour of stalking, searching, and an outrageous amount of overthinking--you finally stumble upon it. Bullseye.

Posts upon posts, none older than 5 days old... But they were all so... Perfect. So precise, like Sevika put hours into getting the right angle, the right lighting. You were almost jealous at how incredible these photos were; but all of them shared one aspect. Her. Whether she was flexing in a mirror somewhere, or simply just taking a photo, she was in it. You couldn't believe it, couldn't fathom the fact that your girlfriend practically one up-ed your social media career that you've spent years creating in 5 fucking days! Sure, her follower count was like, 400, 500 something? No where close to your stats, but her likes... The people commenting. It stung, and you could feel yourself practically melting into your soft, giant bed in which you two shared. Finally, you understood how she felt.

You watched all the videos, looked at all the pictures, read all the comments. Ugh, you were sick. Who were these no good lonely fucks thirsting over your girlfriend? Sure, there was a few flirty comments under your own posts, but nothing as intense as this.

Before you could even think of closing out the tab, the door swung open to the bedroom--revealing you, still in your silk pajamas, stalking Sevika's Instagram account. Flushed, is what you were after she finally connected the dots. Sevika opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. Finally, words spilt out from her mouth.

"You found it?" Instead of the angry expression you expected, she grinned; almost wickedly. With a huff, you shut your laptop, setting it to the side.

"Yes, I found it! You think I wouldn't? I'm way familiar with this stupid app than you are!"

Sevika laughed, and put her bag down. She walked over to your guys bed, her footsteps heavy. Leaning down to wrap her arms around you, Vika let out a sigh that sounded like a weight lifted off her shoulders. You pouted, staring at her.

Even though you were mad, you still leaned into her warmth. "Why'd you make that account? Is it against me?" You mumble, lip quivering.

Vika hummed, picking you up effortlessly, and plopping you down onto her lap. Your soft body pressed against the hard planes of her own, as you still hugged her. "No, cry baby." She assured, before pressing a kiss to your head, hands gripping tight at your hips.

Still pouting, you whisper; "Give me a real kiss. One on the lips." The demand was sweet, sweet enough to make her listen. She pulled away from your head, and gently locked your lips. You instinctively moaned into the kiss, your hands tightening on the thin tank top she wore. Vika smirked, her hands traveling from your hips to your ass, squeezing and needing at the flesh. You can't help it, but you instantly rock your hips into her, mouth opening to let her tongue invade the cavern. Sevika holds you tightly, her grip not budging; though, you pull away from the kiss.

"Tell me why.." You gasp, softly. "Why'd you make the account?"

Sevika hums, rolls her eyes, then lets a smile crackle back onto her face. "You're still going on about that? Fine, I'll tell you. I wanted to see how to work all of that stuff, you know.. Your little apps, so that maybe if one day you wanted me to help you with.. Your own thing, I could." She murmured, before going on again. "I didn't mean to attract so many people. Sorry."

You blinked. "Really?" Your voice was laced with disbelief, as she shrugged, and nodded her head. Sevika wasn't one to tell you she loved you outright, at least.. Not to your face, instead would figure out how to do things that would benefit you. You blink once more, then pulled back--examining her.

Sighing, you lean forward again--wrapping her in a tight hug. "Love you.." You mutter, as she utters a grunt of acknowledgement. Flipping you over, both arms on the sides of your head, Vika stares. Just stares, like she's memorizing your facial structure. Out of nowhere, she goes.

"I'll take the account down. Half of it was for me to get better at your stupid social media shit, and the other was me waiting to see how long it took you to find it." She muttered harshly; though there was no real bite to her words. Instead, she seemed almost... Relieved. "I hate the constant buzzing from that damn thing.." Sevika exhaled, and just then--her phone, in which was buried deep in her gym bag, beeped with a notification. She groaned, though instead of going to check it, she crashed her lips back into yours. You squeak, once again gripping at her shirt. One of her hands trail down to your pajama bottoms. With her free hand, she opened the nightstand next to to the bed, and shuffled around in it--before stopping to whip out a cigar. The hand which reached your waistband tugged your pajamas down your legs, letting them rest right above your knees.

Vika stood up, leaving you dazed and also in your panties, as she moved around the room to find a lighter. "Baby, I know what I'm gonna have you do tonight, mh." She huffed, finally spotting her maroon lighter that always sat on your dresser. Your head turned slightly to look at her, as you still laid on your back. She opened another drawer--gosh, it seemed like that was all she was doing..--and pulled out a familiar silicone item you could spot from a mile away. Her strap..

After shedding her sweats, and boxers, Sevika adjusted the strap on her hips. You could feel the heat pooling in between her thighs, before she even touched you. As she walked back to the bed where you lay, she planted a playful smack on your ass. You squeak, and sit up. Her strong hands grab your hip, and moved you away from the pillows with practiced ease--as if you would break if she was too rough with you. Laying down in the spot you once where, she pat her lap.

"Cmon, pretty girl. Show me how much you love me." Sevika purred, as you shed your panties. Still dressed in your pajama shirt, you shakily position yourself over your lovers lap before you sink down on the silicone you knew all too well. A choked wanton moan fell from your lips as you lean your head back, hips rocking instinctively on the false cock. Automatically, you began to ride her lap, your brain completely melting; all thoughts shutting off.

Sevika's hands came to your ass once again, gripping and smacking the flesh; even rubbing it better at times. At that point, you were too far gone; moaning the loudest you could, not having a care in the world. Vika pulled you closer, just close enough to where she could mark up your neck; littering hickeys all over. She growled, thrusting her hips up into you,, so hard; it made your eyes flash white. You lasted not much longer, moans and whines progressively getting louder as you submerged to your climax. In a loud, aggressive mewl, you choked back a moan; cumming so hard it shook your entire body.

Staring at you, Sevika exhaled. She looked over, and spotted your phone on the bed beside the two of you. Grabbing it, she took a photo of you--who... had your head laying on her chest, eyes half lidded and totally out of it. She smiled, kissing the top of your head; something Sevika often did.

"This one’s gonna get a lot of likes."

pairing: Sevika x Fem!Reader MEN & MINORS DNI. sum: After many days of stress from work, Sevika offers something a little “stress relieving”--kitty play. (only foreplay... I might finish this later ahahahah)

warnings: Collar use, pet names, and that's about it. Mostly fluff!

On mornings like this, you and Sevika usually stayed in bed; but not today. As the sun rays hit your face, causing you to stir—you felt the presence of your beloved wife suddenly gone. Sitting up, you blink, eyes darting around to find Sevika.

“Vika?” You called out, sweeping your feet from off the bed. Once the bare skin touched the cold, wooden floor—you shivered, teeth clenching together. Walking slowly down the hall, you come to a sudden halt. Sevika, sitting on the couch, a small bag next to her. It looked like she was expecting you, almost. Finally acknowledging your presence, Sevika looked up from the random spot in the floorboards. A grin emerged onto her face as her dragged their way up and down your figure.

“Hey, baby..” She spoke, voice laced with softness and a pinch of allure.

You step closer, the loose robe you wore swished behind you; your legs in view. Sevika’s large hand makes its way around your waist, slinging you onto her lap; hands gripping your hips. It startles you, yes, but you soften. Sevika does that frequently. Just, grabs you… Like she’s trying to take you for herself. Smiling, her face nuzzles into the crook of your neck—inhaling your scent, then pulling back.

You open your mouth—then close it, then open it again. “What’s the bag for?” Your voice wavered just a tad, as one of her hands tightened its vice grip on your hips. The other hand, in which had left your hip inched its way down toward your thigh; squeezing the nimble flesh.

“Open it.” Sevika demanded, but it felt more like an offer.

Your fingertips brush against the bag, eyes darting to Sevika’s face. She grinned, watching intensely as you opened the bag. Your breath hitched as you peeped the lace collar on the bottom of the bag. Once again, your eyes searched her face; and once again, you were met with the same teasing grin that never left. It spoke words to you, words that Sevika never bothered to say, because you knew she meant them anyway. Reaching in, you grabbed the lace; breath hitching.

“What?.. For me.. Why?” You question, staring deeply at the collar in which now sat in your hand. Sevika picked it up out of your hand, and wrapped it around your neck. Breath hitching, you wince. Vika raises a brow.

"Are you okay, baby?" Her tone softer than ever. You loved her voice, especially when she was talking sweet things to you. A curt nod was all it took before she laid you down on the couch, hands trailing from the collar--now strapped to your neck--all the way to the knot that held your robe together. Once it faltered, coming apart completely, Vika's large hands slipped the robe from off your shoulders. Her lips met yours, in a passionate dance. Humming into the embrace, you buck your hips up. Instantly, Vika reacted; lips pulling away from the kiss. Your eyes flew open, a look of embarrassment.

"What's this for?" You utter.

Sevika smiled softly, "I've seen the way you've been stressed. This might help you out." She shrugged. "If you're up for it, kitty."

♡⸝⸝ Ambessa x Fem!Reader sum: Ambessa usually never the one to be clingy, but after an intense battle which almost costed her life, she couldn't seem to leave you alone. ✦ MEN & MINORS DNI

warnings: orgasm denial , pussy drunk Ambessa, pussy eating, clingy Ambessa (at the start)

You sat on the large bed that you and Ambessa shared, a book propped open on your lap. The door slammed wide open as your wife appeared in the doorway; her face stern. Something had clearly happened; you came to that conclusion after peeping the blood stained bandage on her arm, and across her chest. You raise a brow, setting the book on your oakwood nightstand.

Ambessa's footsteps were heavy. Demanding. It felt like you blinked, and she was right in front of you--staring you down, like you had done something. The firm expression didn't falter; if anything, it got harder. Sitting up from your slouched position, you hummed.

"Ambessa, are you okay?" You asked, pulling the blanket off of your legs. Ambessa's gold eyes lingered on your toned figure. She huffed, leaning down closer to you--wrapping her arms around your body.

"My dear.." She murmured, shutting her eyes and taking in your scent. It was quite unusual, Ambessa was usually a very stoic person. You simply let her, not bothering to make a response back. Her gruff demeanor seemed to soften, only a smidge as she melts into the embrace in which you two shared. Your hand comes up to stroke her back, softly--letting her let loose for one night out of the many that you share with each other.

Ambessa didn't hesitate. She wasn't the type of person to hesitate, though in a moment like this... She paused. Her large hand finding itself under your shirt--but it didn't explore your curves as it always did. It just... Laid idle. Hesitantly. You hum, trying to give her the greenlight; but she still seemed stuck, as if she was waiting for something. In response to your earlier hum, Ambessa leaned closer into the embrace, in a gesture that looked like she was trying to bury herself in you.

Her hand shifts softly, whispering into your neck. "My love.."

A smile breaks onto your face, "Yes, Bessa?" Your voice was incredibly soft, softer than anything she's ever heard. She didn't respond, just buried her face farther into you. A shiver was sent down your spine as Ambessa began to pepper little kisses down your neck.

"Mh." She huffed, and your hand raised itself to stroke her head softly. You loved Ambessa's hair, the way the soft greys curled and coiled. Leaning up, you press a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth; making her hum--in a sort of whiny tone. Her demeanor changed... It was a a little hungrier now. Her hands moved with determination and aim. Instantly, she groped your chest; her face still buried in your embrace. You simply held her, not saying a thing; which, she liked. Ambessa didn't really enjoy talking during sex, or intimate situations, the silence being a comforting time of peace for her.

You exhaled, and pulled her head back. "Bessa, what do you want?" You ask, and planted a kiss onto the corner of her mouth again. Her body released from the embrace, as she pressed her hands against your inner thighs--her arms extending to spread your legs wide. Under your nightgown laid your bare, wet mound. She instantly connected her mouth to your cunt, dragging her tongue along your slit.

Your back arched off the bed, wincing--moans were a subjective thing with you two. Sometimes Ambessa wanted silence, other times she wanted you as loud as you could get. Ambessa's hesitation disappeared as her jaw began to shift into overdrive, eating you out like a woman starved. The squelches of your pussy and her mouth linger in a obscene mix.

Pulling back from your cunt, Ambessa began to speak-- "Come on, lovely.. Make some noise, will you?" She whispered, biting the soft flesh of your inner thigh. You nod; leaning your head back, eyes wide shut, moaning into the quietness of the room around you. Ambessa chuckled, and began working her mouth around your slick once more. You shivered, unable to think any other thoughts but the feeling of her mouth on you. The noises that left you began to rise in octaves, as you came close. Ambessa shook her head, as she pulled back again.

"Mh-hm... Not yet," She purred.

Your head fell to the side, a choked moan leaving your lips. She growled, her nose practically buried in your pink, pretty folds. Admiring your lidded eyes, and heaving chest--Ambessa hummed into your body; sending vibrations deep into your soul The sounds of her tongue working in on you made you even wetter than you were before, if that was even possible. You gasped when her tongue stopped moving; her head appearing once more. She looked at you, then down to your cunt.

"She's so pretty.. Look at her, love." Her voice turned into some what of a snarl, as she landed a hand right onto your folds. Squeaking, your hips thrust upward into the friction. Pressing a soft kiss onto it; Bessa began to torture you with her tongue. You couldn't do anything but let out wanton whines; desperately hoping she'd let you cum.

pairing: Older!Sevika x Femme!Reader sum: When Sevika finally comes home from a long shift, and finds you trying on the newest additions to your closet, she snaps.

warnings: vaginal fingering, smut, cusses, petname (baby) !!

You stared at the array of clothes strung in your closet, pinks, whites, blues; all a mix of colors and fabric confined into one small space. At the same time, your eyes shifted towards the two giant bags from the mall... Also full of clothes. This time, it wasn't your fault! Sevika said one thing before she left for work.

"You said that you wanted to go to the mall today?" She hummed, slipping on her boots. You nodded, curtly--expecting her to maybe offer taking you, and staying home. No. Instead, she slapped her credit card onto the counter. Simply said, "Take this with you." You smile, sliding into your pocket, and peppering sweet little kisses on Sevika.

When you got to the mall, you said you were there for only one thing. Like, non-clothing-items. Things such as candles, pillows, things for the house! That didn't seem to work out..

Sighing, you turn the bag over--all of the tops, bottoms, and whatever else falling out; plopping onto the floor. "I don't ever remember buying this much stuff," You exhale to yourself, and begin to try on items from the large pile on the floor. Being so captivated in practically checking yourself out, you hadn't been paying attention to the sounds emanating from the living-room. Keys, jingling, the large, deep footsteps. Sevika's fingertips falter as they brush against the door handle, pausing with a sense of hesitance overwhelming her. She exhaled, and tightened her grip on the handle--pushing the door open wide.

You whip around, watching Sevika's full, dark eyes drag across your body. It was long, intense--and spoke words that Sevika didn't bother to say to you. Her breathing became labored as she stared at you, cocking her head back; a way of making it apparent that she was feeling things. Your movements pause; hands resting on the waistband of the panties you sported. Raising a short eyebrow, you begin--

"Welcome home," You greet, a smile crackled onto your face. Sevika's lips parted; like words were about to spill out, but they never did. Your hands fall limp at your sides, staring back into her swirling eyes. Another hitched breath left her lips, her flesh arm extending--reaching out to grasp your waist.

"How long have you been here trying on clothes?" Sevika rasped, her voice hoarse; probably from whatever things she was doing at work. You lean your head into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her.

"About an hour," You muttered, voice soft. Softer than it usually is, only because being this domestic with Sevika was rare. She usually came home, railed you, and cuddled you until sleep overtook her. Sevika's grip tightened as she growled into the top of your head.

You raise your eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"Just missed you." Sevika grumbled, her own broad being pressed flush against your own. An exhale in which you let out was cut short, as a needy moan ripped from the back of your throat. Sevika's mechanic hand trailed down your figure, groping your mound. Head flying back, you squeal, biting your lip through eyes full of lust. A grin emerged on her face, as she marveled at the body under her. Pulling you away from the closet, Sevika laid you on the bed--looming over you; arms on both sides of your head.

"You're gorgeous." She whispered, gently biting the free space of your neck. You cocked your head to the side, giving her more access to your throat. "'My wife..." Her voice still a low rumble, teeth sinking into your tender skin. Eyes fluttering shut, your hands shuffle down to the thin fabric that covered your cunt. The only thing on your body was a pair of socks, and the panties--so undressing you was very underwhelming.

Her mouth came in contact with your one nude breasts, the other one getting fondled by her flesh hand. It was amazing--seeing your girlfriend holding herself up with one arm, while squeezing your tit with the other. A squeal left your mouth, as she pulled back from your chest. The hand once groping your body found it's fingers sliding throughout your slick folds. Your whole body convulsed with a shiver, a choked moan floating into the air. She chuckled, and plunged a finger into the tight channel. Back arching off the bed, you bite your lower lip; and just as you thought it wasn't going to get worse, Sevika began to rub her thumb over your clit.

The laugh that left her mouth made you even wetter than you already were. Sevika stared down at you, like it was mocking. Her eyes were just as daring as they usually were; but a hint of playful banter was thrown in the mix. You whined, bucking your hips onto her still finger; desperately looking for friction.

"Another one?" She whispered, finally moving her fingers--your tight walls clenching the digit. With a curt nod, she presses another finger into you, making your body tremble once more. Sevika let out a laugh, a hard, broad laugh--that spilled from the depths of her chest. The squelching sounds of her fingers assault on your cunt filled the room, as well as your needy hums. "Fuck, you're so good... Too good.."

With a squeak, your legs begin to tremble--and before you knew it; your head lolled backwards, white flashing before your eyes.

"Come on, baby; give it to me." Sevika exhaled, her arm sore from work; but she didn't mind as long as you were fucked out. Sevika's low growls filled your brain as her fingers pace fastened. Her body demanded your release, and all you could do is obey.

Soon after you rode out your climax, Sevika smiled. "This is why I spoil you."

pairing : femdom!frank x femsub!gerard - (frerard. If you don’t like it, pls DNI!!) warnings : strap use, lesbian sex; and slight clit play

summary: As Frank preformed with a different band, all that could fill Gee was jealousy and a nagging sense of arousal.

Gerard wasn't supposed to be at this concert. Fuck. Being in a band herself, she was quite the busy person--and just disliked to attend concerts in general; but here, she found herself sitting in the audience of a concert for her rival band. Right, her band couldn't be the only alternative all girls band that was a hit; so imagine her "shock" when Frank's band started to rise to the top.

The fact that Ray--the person that dragged her along--even wanted to be here was a mystery. Maybe, Ray wanted to see Frankie's... Frank's band live to get a better idea of what they needed to one up. At least, that's what Gerard hoped. She really didn't want Ray to actually enjoy their music. Dragging herself over, Gerard made her way to the bar in the back corner of the venue. If she was certain of one thing, it was that she did not want to be there. It was really all she was thinking of, the idea of leaving the stupid concert and never looking back. At least back at home she could listen to better music.

Not bothering to look for Ray, Gerard jumped as suddenly the curly haired woman appeared next to her.

"Hey, you told me you weren't gonna be a loser today. For once, can you try to enjoy yourself?" Ray pried, trying to get Gee to let lose. A small--but not so small huff left Gerard's lips as she looked the other way; eyes in search of a different topic.

Whipping her head back to her bandmate, she began, "You expect me to just be happy at a concert of the band that is practically stealing all of our listeners? Not to be a brat or anything-" Her words got cut off by a riff that both silenced and intensified the crowd at the same time. Of course.

On the stage was Frank, the same Frank who used to be all buddy-buddy with Gee before... Just, before. Her fingers running across the guitar strings, face laced with concentration that Gerard hadn't seen since the last time the guitarist ate her cunt. Oh well, wasn't like Gee was trying that again.

The riff only seemed to get louder as it continued, like it was mocking Gerard. Seeing her ex lover up on the stage; fans thirsting for her like rabid animals. Fuck, it did something.. Her stomach flipped—half laced with unwanted lust toward the woman preforming; and the other full of jealously. Ray noticed the way Gee began to get emerged in the music, but shrugged it off. It left like in a blink of an eye, Gee’s body carried her to the front of the venue—shoving past the large crowd women & men alike. Then, her feet took her to a halt. Right in front of Frank.

The last song whipped past Gee, as she blatantly stared up at Frank. Within minutes time, the crowd started to file out of the venue—and only God knows where Ray went. Gee’s boots were stuck in place, watching as Frank packed up with her band.

Frank knew Gerard was standing there, staring like an idiot. Frank also knew Gerard hated being ignored. Frank also… Okay, enough. The guitarist walked to the end of the stage, looking down at the lady who seemed starstruck, to say the least.

“Uh, ‘Scuse me. Concerts over.” Frankie said, her voice a taunting tease. Gee practically snapped her body forward, gaze straightening to look at the woman in front of her. She opened her mouth—but the words fell silent; caught somewhere in her throat.

A sigh fell from Frank’s mouth. “Why’re you here, Gee? Hmm?” Her knees failed her, and instead of standing up; Frank found herself sitting down on the stage, a calloused hand reaching up to cup Gee’s face. “You know you’re not supposed to be here, right?”

Gee blinked. “Yes. I know. I didn’t want to be here anyway.” She rebutted, the sudden urge to pull away was softened by hesitation. If anything, she obliviously leaned into the gentle touch. Frank hummed, and looked back in search of her bandmates—who had left stage a while ago.

“Changing rooms free.” Frankie noted, her eyes darting at the real button up that Gee sported; or.. to put it more clearly, Gerard’s tits. Frank pulled away, leaving an intense feeling of longing within Gee that she wished she could just shut off. Standing up, the guitarist pulled her current interest up onto the stage, and led her into the hall—where an array of dressing rooms were lined up. Gerard followed without an issue. She’d let Frankie take her anywhere she wanted; as long as the two were together.

As the two entered the small room; their lips crashed into one. Short whines and mewls slipped away from Gee, as Frank’s hands explored her body—burning the blue print of Gee’s every dip into her mind.

“Frankie-“ Gerard exhaled, just to be caught in another moan as Frank began the assault of hickeys on her neck. The talking was put to a minimum as Frank rubbed up and down on Gee; but soon, the shorter woman’s attention was pulled to a bag in the corner of the room. Stepping away from Gerard, Frank grabbed the bag; and pulled out a strap.

Gerard’s mouth was left agape, before she blurted. “You just carry that around with you?! You’re so horny, always thinking about the next girl you can fuck!” Frankie’s hand came up over her mouth, a chuckle falling from the lips of her own.

“I want to stay prepared.” Adjusting the strap on her hips, Frank’s hand made its way to Gee’s skirt. She rubbed tight, dirty circles on Gee’s clit—their body’s press together in the middle of the dressing room. Gee pressed her hands against the wall in front of her, trying to ground herself in the midst of the tension & pleasure. Frank smiled, placing little nibbling bites on the back of Gee’s neck.

“So pretty,” she hummed. “Getting all bunny brained… Like you always do when I fuck you, huh?” Gee didn’t respond. She couldn’t. A needy moan slipped out of her; telling Frank everything she needed to know. Frank’s finger slipped under Gee’s panties, getting a feel of how wet her lover (you could say), was for her. A grin crackled onto her face.

Gee whined, her legs already shaking as her hand went down between her legs—shoving her panties down.

Frank’s grin widened; the same time as her eyes narrowed. “It’s good to know you’re as eager as I remember you being, now let’s see if you can still take me.” The silicone head of the strap teased Gee’s entrance, making her shiver. In a brutal thrust, Frank sinked into the tight channel of Gerard’s cunt. Aside from the needy, explosive moans, and occasional grunts from Frank—the only other noise that filtered through the room was the obscene wet slaps that slipped from Gee’s pussy.

The same hand that pulled Gerard’s panties down, now began to rub her clit—making herself moan even louder. Frank instantly pulled it away; making a bashful noise leave Gee. Frank’s hips stuttered, as she quickened the pace of which her strap entered and exited the tight space—making Gee’s walls flutter, and begin to grip on the silicone.

“Close!” She barked out to Frank, her legs trembling like a leaf. Gee bit down on her lip, the coppery taste of blood overcoming her mouth. She panted, as she let her lip go. Frank fucked poor Gee even faster and harder than before, expecting a wave of climax.

Well, she got it, as Gee squealed—her voice pitching up 2 octaves. Frank slowed her pace, not completely stopping, as to help Gee ride out the orgasm that just crashed over her. Within another few seconds, Gerard caught her breath-a signal to Frank that it was okay to pull out.