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mdni | content: dry humping, tail pulling, tribbing, thigh riding, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, spanking, mild impact play, praise kink, mild verbal humiliation, light dom/sub Pairing: Counselor! Sevika x Therapy Dog Hybrid! reader a/n: finally finished with this lovely request, and honestly, I will probably try to write more hybrid stuff cause this was fun, let me know if any of you would like more hybrid stuff...maybe with a kitty in heat next time!! Though I apologize for the smut being shorter in this one :(

It takes some years for Sevika to even consider going to a therapist. Then it takes her hours of looking outside her window into the rubble of Zaun, and it takes her days of drowning in an amber liquid to even consider asking for help. Sometimes her memories feel distant. 

Sometimes, between the small hours of sleep she can afford, memories come rushing back to her body, and as she stares at the ceiling, letting little tears slip out. The hiss of her mechanical arm becomes something akin to soft rain. Sometimes she tried to ignore it, but the memories followed her everywhere, and even when she was showering, she could hear the screams and the vision of blood. 

And as she soon became a Councilor of Piltover, she witnessed the damage of Zaun at first hand, eyes blurring as the rubble of buildings covered the streets of Zaun. Between meetings and trying to figure out how to better Zaun and Piltover, Sevika feels as though she’s being drowned alive. With nothing to live for. 

She finally thinks about therapy around her forty-third birthday, when she’s sitting alone, hearing the drumming sound of her own breath and her mechanical arm. Her hair is longer now, muscles tired and aching, and sometimes, when she goes too long without moving after work, Jinx would show up. 

“Get a therapy dog.” The blue-haired girl said, looking through Sevika’s kitchen. “I heard they're good.”

“For what?” Sevika grumbles, trying to fix a kink in her mechanical arm. The clink of the metal rings around them, and Jinx scoffs.

“For that shit attitude of yours. If you keep this up, you’re going to end up dead or with another tech arm. Get help.”

Sevika doesn’t mean to be defensive. But the feeling of weakness makes her fingers itch, and she drops the screw, “Are YOU getting help?”

Jinx doesn’t say anything for a long time, and she puts down her cup, walking to the front door. She never meets Sevika’s eyes, “Get help.”

Sevika goes to Piltover Therapy Center the next day. She stands outside the silver building, walking up and down, before she goes inside. Her knee bounces for a good thirty minutes before she’s looked at by a manager. The short, stout woman smiles at her and leads her to an office. “Doctor Murn will see you in a second.” 

The first hour she spends with Doctor Murn is spent in awkward silence, in which the man, nervously looked at her eyes, and then asked her a bunch of questions that made her nearly shrink in her seat. Through the seconds, she thought of her beginnings. Her birth, her mother, her faults, her guilt, and everything in between. 

He dissects every memory and action she slowly recounts her actions, sometimes taking long pauses to blink back tears. “So it’s my fault?” She asks before leaving, foot tapping on the marble floor.

And the man merely looks at her, “No. You must understand how your actions affected others, and to find a way to let go of that guilt. If not, these things will manifest, and when you’re walking down the street…you will feel as though you’re about to die.”

Sevika sits on that. She sits on the possibility of her walking down the street, and her heart palpitates until it jumps out of her rib. She dreams about it, eats thinking about it, and it nearly kills her. 

She moves her meeting to twice a week, seeing that man and talking about her life.  The things she’s done, witnessed, all until the man looks at her in silence, jotting down in his paper, eyes nearly red. It goes on for two months, and when she told him of her loneliness, his only question was, “Have you considered a Therapy Hybrid?”

“A therapy hybrid?”

He nodded, “There are some hybrids who are trained to provide emotional support to a companion. They’re often called 'comfort hybrids' because of the attention and comfort they give to their human or hybrid companions.” Murn pushes his glasses back, “I can give you the name of a center. Think about it.”

Get help. 

Get help. 

Jinx’s words rang in her ear, and she nodded, “I’ll do it.”

Piltover Therapy Hybrid International Department is a big building with black lettering and a hybrid label on the front. Sevika stands in front of the building for a couple of seconds, and she takes a breather before she enters. 

A bulldog hybrid greets her at the front, hears pointed to the sky, “Hello, do you have an appointment or a referral?”

Sevika nods, “Doctor Murn sent me with a referral for a hybrid therapy…therapist.”

The hybrid smiles, “Ah, yes, please follow Jesse, she will help you.” And as he finishes, a muscular woman with pale skin comes into view. 

In each corner, there’s a hybrid or a human, looking and asking, watching other hybrids walk with a badge that signals them as workers or hybrid therapists. “They're trained to help companions through several crises and offer emotional support. In your case, a–”

Sevika stopped listening halfway when her eyes landed on you. Your tail wagged, hair tusling side to side while another hybrid practises scenting your emotions. Her eyes rake over your lax face, and your slow emotions rolling in before quickly shifting them. 

And then you laugh, slow and liquidly like syrup, making her skin feel gooy and soft. It’s almost like she saw a ray of sunshine, curling behind her skin, making her feel warm. In the seconds, she watches you, it’s as though all the things she’s done do not matter. 

The violence did not matter, the death, the grunts, the vision of milky eyes in the sky. Jesse notices Sevika’s eyes, and she follows until her eyes land on you. “You will have better luck robbing a bank.”

Sevika pauses, turning to Jesse, “What?”

“Y/N. Born into the therapy hybrid program, which is now discontinued, but they mostly train other hybrids for their companion. Fifty requests come rolling in every two weeks for her companionship, and she never takes them.”

“Why?”

Jesse shrugs, “Says humans are frugal creatures, who do not value hybrids….she figures herself a princess.” Distain drips from her words, and a rush of something akin to anger curls through Sevika’s body. A distant feeling, and for a second, it feels like euphoria. It makes her feel…human. 

Jesse shows each corner of the place to Sevika, telling her of the hybrids' intended duties, though the older woman did not pay much attention. She keeps thinking back to you, and as Jesse pushes for an answer on a hybrid, she calls out your name. “Y/N.”

“Are you…sure?”

Sevika nods. “Yes.”

Sevika is led to a small room with pictures of hybrids and humans, and advertisements for everything. There’s a small couch on the wall, and a little wooden table in the corner with a flower on top.

 She stops breathing for a second when the door opens, and your floppy ears come into view; your tail twitches. “You asked for me?”

The air stills for moments, and Sevika rakes her eyes over you, taking in every inch, until she’s sure her retinas will remember you even through the darkness. Two big floppy ears, placed perfectly and symmetrically on your head. “I am looking for a therapy companion…I would like you to be my companion.”

Your head tilts, “Funny.” You say. “Most who come in say ‘hybrid’ never companion. Is there a reason why you’re picking me? Have you even checked why I’ve never passed my last certification?”

“Jesse said you weren’t… sociable.”

Sevika watches you settle down in the wooden chair, inches and inches of space between you, while she’s on the couch. “I bite and scratch, Miss Sevika…and I have no intention of filling down my teeth.” And you smile, showing her two long canines.

“You don’t need to file them…or wear a collar or any of those regulations.  I just need a companion.” Sevika responds, nearly vibrating on the couch. Sweat builds at her temple, and she swallows thickly, “Everything I have can be yours.”

“Are you asking for marriage or companionship?” You ask with a scoff. Isn’t it the same? In Sevika’s mind, a marriage, something she’s never thought of, is the same as companionship. She wants…needs someone to hold her, yet let her guide them. 

“Does it matter?” Sevika regrets the words as soon as they land, but you smile at her. Longer, still bearing your teeth, but in a way where it seems you’re enjoying her company. 

You stand from the table, “I am quite expensive.”

“I can afford it.” Being appointed as a Councilor of Piltover has given her ‘clean’ money, more than she already had stashed, and access to better things that she couldn’t have before. Your eyes dart from her to the ground, ear twitching before you nod. 

“Okay.”

The process of you coming home with Sevika was harder than her getting on the council. It takes paper after paper, and even a house inspection in which two hybrids go to Sevika’s house, and determine its safety for your well-being. In total, the process was about a month, and at the end, she took you home and set you up next to her room. 

Sevika stands silently behind you as you touch each surface of the room, noting the plain bed and the empty walls. “I didn’t…decorate. It’s up to you. Should we go buy some now?”

Sevika bounces you from trade district to trade district, hands on her side, while you pick out things like lights, chew toys, faux fur throws, and items she’s never even thought of buying. When your hands brush over a box of puppy pads, she looks away, cheeks heating up. By the end of the buying spree, Sevika’s arms are covered with bags, while you run around, nose pressed into each vendor, looking for more items. 

“Hungry?” 

You nod, eagerly, curling your arm around hers. Sevika’s body nearly breaks open when she feels your warm skin on hers. Your tail wags, hitting the bags and bumping into her own body. “When we go back, we should talk about schedules...the department said it’s good to give hybrid companions a schedule.”

Somewhere around Piltover, there’s a small eaterie, between a clothing vendor and a hair vendor. The smell of meat and meed curls in your nose. “Schedules are good, but I heard you work in a council…you don’t operate on a strict timing, do you?”

“No…But I can change that.” And she maneuvers you to the back of the eaterie, setting down the bags, and pulling a chair for you. You aren’t sure what to say. You’ve never been treated like this…with such care.

You can remember the minutes and hours you spent in your last companion's house and the Hybrid Therapy department. During those times, in both places, there was a distance between you and the world, as if you were anything. Not a human, not an animal, not even both. You’re simply something with a warm body. 

You chew the inside of your cheek, canines softly digging into the skin. “Why?”

“Because you’re my companion now. It’s my job to take care of you…as you care for me.” And she says all that with a shrug. You stare at her for a second, eyes trained on her face, then on the metal that’s her arm. She smells of honesty, nothing sour like your last companion. 

Since you had scented her when she appeared, she’s always smelled of liquor and something sweet. But never of anger. It makes you feel soft and bubbly. She doesn’t even order for you; she stares at you for a second when the man comes in for an order, and you pick what you want, never smelling disdain or displeasure in her body. 

Sevika is quiet, much more quiet than your last companion; she eats slowly and drinks a glass of brandy. Each bite of the steak makes you feel warm and giddy; it’s been so long since you’ve eaten something this good. “Steak is always good.”

In the soft hiss of her arm, she hums, “Yes. We can have it for rewards if you‘d like.” Sevika pauses at her words, and you tilt your head, “I didn’t mean to–”

“I’d like that.” And she calms down, no longer smelling of anxiety. Sevika doesn’t say anything for the rest of the time, too afraid that she’ll say something wrong or scare you off. She didn’t want that. 

She dreaded that. 

Back home, she helps you hang up the decorations, some plants in the corner of the room, light by bright lights, and thick fluffy comforters on the bed. Chew toys decorate the wall, and when you’re finished, she lingers on the door. “I work from nine in the morning to five. You can do whatever you’d like from that time.”

“Anything?”

You wake up before Sevika showers in the morning. The soft hiss of the shower rings in your ears, and they twitch with each grunt or soft sound Sevika makes. When she comes out, she’s dressed in her counselor outfit, and it makes her look meaner…nearly unapproachable. You never really stand up from the couch; you simply pat it, and she furrows her eyebrow until she’s next to you. 

“Good morning.” You say groggily, as you put your entire body on Sevika’s legs. She stiffens against you, but she never pushes you or makes a sound of protest; she stays still. “What time will you be back?”

“Uh… somewhere around five.” Your tail wags at her word, the hair ruffling from side to side, as the seconds turn into minutes. The clock strikes softly, and you lie there, a soft pur curling from your throat, until it makes Sevika’s leg vibrate. 

She doesn’t want to say it, but often before she leaves for the council, there’s this wave of anxiety and displacement that makes her nauseous. Does she belong there? It doesn’t matter if they thought she was too rough or too “undercity”, but it never failed to draw her attention when their eyes seemed to follow her movements. 

The sound of your purring emits the same calmness as the sound of her metal arm. And the wave of nervousness curling in her bones fizzes away slowly, until all she thinks about is coming back to you and making dinner.

 Jinx comes around when Sevika is gone. She knocks twice on the door, and you open it. She pauses before looking at your ears and tail. “Therapy dog.”

“Hybrid.” You correct. “Therapy hybrid.”

“Oh. Right,” And she stands there awkwardly for a second before pushing inside the house with a bag of groceries. “Sevika sent…sent these for you.” Inside the bag are high-end hybrid protein bars. Human food mixed with something else to satisfy the animalistic parts of a hybrid. 

“I don’t know your name.” You say after a beat. 

“Jinx. A friend of Sevika.” 

You put the bars away, while Jinx stands awkwardly in the middle of the living room, hands flexing, observing the place. “Can you…tell me about her?”

You know that Sevika will most likely never tell you about her past, and you honestly did not have the courage to ask her. The topic feels almost too heavy and too soon. Jinx’s words are cryptic, slow, and careful, like she doesn’t want to say too much. 

“I never really learned about her family,” she says with a drawl, “but we…worked together if you can call it that.” And she spends a good hour, slowly describing how she clashed with Sevika and how the woman still protected her despite their differences.   

Her loyalty to Zaun. Her hard ways. With each word, you imagined a hardened Sevika, with blood on her face, a grueling life every day. For some reason, it made your heart ache. It made you think back to the days you were trained, and the tiny scars along your body. 

When Sevika comes back, you’re lying on the floor, a tiny ray of sun hitting your soft stomach. You can smell the exhaustion in her body and hear the gruff sighs slowly pouring from her mouth. “I’m home.” She calls out. 

When she finally settles on the couch, you move from the floor and sit next to her. “How was work?” You ask, and nuzzle into her neck, dragging your nose on her neck, then up to her cheek, inhaling her sweat and wood. Your purr softly into the air, and Sevika sighs. 

Not of exhaustion but of relief, and she hums as you do this, until you’re crawling back onto the floor, kneeling next to her knee and placing your chin on it. “Tiring. Meetings, and…people talking and talking….” She pauses, fully leaning back into the couch. “What did you do today?”

“Clean. Eat. Lie down. Talk to Jinx. Lie down again,” You respond, “What will we be having for dinner?”

“What would you like?” Sevika pats her knee, and you tilt your head at her, ear twitching for a second. “On the couch, pup. On the couch.” Her hands slide under your arms, pulling you to the couch, nearly on her lap. 

Your body heats up at the name, though it seems not to register in Sevika’s head what she just called you. In your twenty-six years of life, you’ve never been called a pup without a sliver of humiliation. A word meant to demean. 

But with Sevika, it slides out smoothly, with a feel of adoration and something close to what you’d call a lover–not that you’d know the feeling closely. When you’re on the couch, Sevika curls her arm around your waist and hauls you to her side, patting your head while her eyes flutter closed. 

She hums, and you purr into her body. Your tail softly thumps into the couch, and you feel a hand on it for a second, softly touching the fur. Sevika’s hand slides down the base, and she pulls on it softly, making a whimper curl from your throat. Heat flashes through your lower belly, and you push your face into her arm. 

“Sorry.” She whispers into your hair, “Won’t do that again.”

And she truly doesn’t do it again. Not even when she’s cooking dinner, and you’re following her around, trying to see what she does. Sometimes you’d stand a foot behind her, and sometimes she’d signal you to stand next to her and watch. “Do you want me to…cook?”

“No.” Her words are fast. And she pauses before looking at you, “Sorry…I just don’t want you to hurt yourself. I’ll leave extra food so you can reheat it, but I’ll cook for us.” 

Living with Sevika becomes ritualistic. In the morning, you wake up before her and rest on her knee while she sits immobaly, letting you rest and soothe her. When she comes back, she cooks, and you lean onto her knee on the floor while a black and white film rolls on the wall. 

Sevika never really makes it known if she had any expectations of you besides providing the comfort you were instilled. She doesn’t expect you to roll over at her commands, and oddly enough, she never really commands you to anything besides tiny things to take care of your well-being. 

Like commanding you to eat the high-end hybrid foods she buys for you, saying they will help you stay healthy. Pushing you to turn down the radio to a more acceptable volume because if not, your ears will get hurt or worse, burst.l. But she never makes unreasonable requests. 

It’s not until three months into being her therapy hybrid–the thought made you shiver, and nearly whine, because the thought of ownership came not from the arrangement but your own brain. You had woken up like any other day and sat on the couch, waiting for the sound of the shower to begin. It takes a minute before you hear the rustling of Sevika’s bed sheets and the click of her door. 

“C’mere,” She rasps in a soft, sleepy voice. You follow along until she’s pressing her hand on the small of your back, maneuvering you to the bathroom. 

She grunts, picks up a toothbrush, a bright purple one, puts toothpaste on it, and holds it to your mouth. “Open.”You stare at it for a minute, eyes darting from the brush to Sevika’s lidded eyes. The smell of skin, jasmine, and smoke engulfs your senses, and you open your mouth, staring into the tiny mirror while Sevika stands behind you, pressed into your back. 

She holds your chin, maneuvering the brush until it’s touching every tooth, building white foam across your mouth. It feels oddly domestic–like lovers. Are you lovers? Companions? You don’t understand anymore, but it feels good to have someone care for you. 

For a second, you expect her to only do that, but after she’s done, she pours water into your mouth, and you spit. It goes on until your mouth no longer has foam, and when you’re finished, she turns you around. “From now on…I brush your teeth, and I inspect your canines every morning. You understand?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m taking care of your health.”

Tiny changes began like that. You brushed your teeth every morning with her, though she brushed your teeth first, then looked into your mouth, softly touching your canines, then moved you to sit on the toilet seat, until she brushed her own teeth. 

Then you’d be commanded to sit on the couch and wait for her. Each command drummed across your spine, making your tail wag harder, excitement building across your tummy. Then came ear checks, after she came from work. 

She patted the couch while you lay on the floor, and when you leaned into her touch, she pushed you back softly. “I need to start checking your ears.”

“I check them every night.”

She shook her head, “I can’t tell if you’re doing it correctly. I’ll check them when I get off work.” And she softly stroked your face and ears while you tried not to whimper, lifting the skin flap and examining your inner ear, noting the color, texture, and feel of it. “Good job,” She murmured, “You’ve been doing well.”

At her words, you slipped from her hold and pressed your face into her neck, then straddled her lap, until she smelled of happiness and something like toasted sugar–an emotion you’ve only smelled when your last companion brought over her partners. 

For a moment, you expect more things to change or for her to suddenly say you’ll be sleeping in her bed, but Sevika never says that. And you realise that you’ve never…ever lain on her bed. The realisation settles after she comes from work, and instead of heading to the couch, she face plants on the bed. Her arm hisses, and you follow her, crawling to her side. 

“How was work?”

She grunts, turning her body and patting her belly until you put your face on it, and purr into her skin. “Tiring like always…I never asked you…but what did Jinx say when you asked her about me?”

You try to remember the early month, “Not much. She said that you were hard working, but did something that wasn’t agreeable.”

“I worked for someone who wanted to change zaun but…tried to do so in violent ways.” She says after a beat. “I helped…and I have my regrets.”

“Do you want me to tell you about my last companion?”

“You don’t have to.”

You stare at the empty white wall of her room, sometimes looking at her boots, then back to the wall. “Unlike some hybrids, I am somewhat quiet. My last companion did not like that. I couldn’t fill the silence, she wanted…she wanted entertainment–that was not my job.” You recount back to the last memories, “One day she brought over some guests, and she wanted me to entertain them…act like a dog rather than a human. I do not like being a spectacle.” 

“You bit them.”It’s not a question but rather a deduction, and you nod, eyes trained on the wall. You can almost see the look of horror morph into the black space, replaying like a motion picture, and you pause for a second, hearing the screams and clatter of glass. 

“Doesn’t take much to break into skin.” You whisper, “Humans do that to each and no one puts a muzzle on them.”

“Do you remember her name?” You shake your head. You can only remember distant memories of her face, but not her name. You aren’t sure why; maybe it’s the human part of you keeping it away from you. It’s better off like that. 

The smell of anger curls against Sevika’s vein, and when you smell it, it’s not rotten or nasty. It’s slow and smells like expired sour candy. But for the rest of the day, she doesn’t ask about anything. Not about your past companionship or the program that you were raised in. 

You don’t find it odd until the next day, a few hours just before Sevika leaves for work, and Jinx rolls through, raiding the kitchen. She’s looking around the gifts that Sevika has carefully curated around the house, so you can play anytime you’d like, when Jesse and two other hybrids show up. 

“Your last…companion has been attacked. This is a routine check w–”

“You think I did it.” You interject, and you can hear Jinx stiffen from the window, eyes trained outside, yet actively listening. The hybrids look at her for a second, then back to you. “I’ve been here all morning. She’s a guest and can attest to that.” 

When they leave, you stand in the kitchen for a few seconds, unsure of what to do or say. You stand there motionless until Jinx pats your shoulder, “You shouldn’t feel bad. She was bound to do something like that.”

You blink at her, eyebrows slowly knitting together. “What?”

“Sevika….” The girl twirls, blue hair bouncing with her movements. “She can say all she wants, but she’s always been the ‘strike first, ask questions later’ kind of person.”

A rush of emotions waves through your body. Shock. Shock again. Disbelief. Slight content. Wonder. Satisfaction. Amusement. You let those emotions strip through your veins until the door of the apartment clicks open, and Sevika is walking, though each step is measured. “I’m home.”

You smell it as soon as she enters. The thick waft of blood stuck to the upper layer of her skin, though she’s tried to wash it away, and the small rolls of guilt emitted by her awkward smile. “How was work?”

She pauses for a second, “Boring. Did nothing interesting. Meetings after meeting, though I did go around Piltover for some recruitment thing for the constructions around Zaun.” She moves to the couch, and you leap onto her, nosing her neck and face. “What did you do, pup?”

You preen at the name, a low rumble curling in your throat. “I was visited by Jesse from the Therapy Hybrid Department…. She had told me that my last companion was attacked. Real bad.”

“Oh.” She makes this faux sad face, though you can now read her expression more clearly than ever before. And she knows this. She looks down at the floor, softly maneuvers you to the couch, away from her, until she’s sitting on the couch, throat bobbing. “I’ll go to bed a little early today…let me order dinner for you.”

The AC of the apartment hums as you follow Sevika. And she turns to look at you, while you crawl into her bed, tail wagging at a rapid pace, “Do you feel guilty?”

You can hear her teeth chew the inside of her mouth, “I started therapy to let go of my actions and work on…forgiveness. What I did–”

You jump up to plant a kiss on her cheek. It nearly knocks the wind out of her, and she stares at you in shock. You do it again, and again, until she’s caging you into the bed, your back pressed on the soft comforters. “My handler takes such good care of me.”

Handler. 

Handler.

“Say that again.” Sevika commands, rough and deep, “Say it.” 

“My handler.”

You don’t expect her to come down and kiss you. It takes nearly a minute for your brain to register her lips on yours, and when it finally does, you melt into the bed. You try to kiss her back, clumsily, until you open your mouth, and she’s pushing your tongue inside. Your back arches off the coach, because it's nothing you’ve ever experienced. 

Hear swarms your lower belly, and you’re whining into her mouth as her tongue rolls over yours. When she finally sucks on your pink tongue, your hips jolt into hers, nails immediately digging into her shoulder. Sevika pulls away, and you whine. “Again…ag–again…feels good.”

There’s a smug smirk on her face as she watches your chest move up and down. You try to follow her movement, chasing after her, but she’s quick to put a hand on your chest, holding you back. Sevika smells like burnt sugar, that smell again seeping from her skin. “That’s enough for today.”

You whine at her, ears flopping, “Why? I want more.”

“That was a reward….like steak. You need to earn it.” And by that, she means taking care of the chores she’s assigned, doing your duty as a therapy hybrid, and making sure she’s checked you in the morning. 

“I can…make you feel good. I can do something…please. I want to make you feel like I do.” The room turns hot. You feel dizzy and lightheaded, too lightheaded, ear twitching and tail wagging, thumping into the bed. Something about Sevika’s tongue in your mouth has altered your brain chemistry, and you need to do it again. 

Sevika’s eyes narrow, “And what exactly is it that my pup can do for me?”

You try to think back to the old tapes you had found under the bed, before coming home with Sevika. The ones in which one human is perched on another human’s face, mouth shaped into an ‘O’, voice loud and thick. Your vision nearly blurs thinking of Sevika doing that to you. “Sit…on my face?”

The air stills, and she laughs, loud and deep. “A pup like you shouldn’t be thinking those things.” 

“But it will help you feel good.” You respond with a pout, chasing after her as her hand leaves your chest. “Please, please…I–I’ll let you touch my tail, if you sit on my face.” 

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and you can see her trying not to laugh in your face. It would be humiliating if you weren’t so fucking turned on that the bottom of your panties has been to dampen through the tiny shorts. 

If she laughs at you again, you’re sure to pee yourself from excitement. “Want to be good for your handler, huh? I’ll have to inspect you then.”

Your head tilts at her words. Inspect? “Isn’t that for houses?” But she shakes her head. 

“Stay still, pup. I’ll shower and come back. Can you do that for me?” You nod, ears flopping, accidentally wagging your tail along with the bottom of your body. It feels amazing to act on pure animalistic instinct. “Atta girl. Down.” 

You whine into the air, pushing yourself down into the bed, earning a grin from Sevika. While the water runs, you take off your shorts, leaving yourself in flimsy underwears, and one of Sevika’s t-shirts that you’ve stolen. When the water cuts off, and the door opens, steam hurls into the air, and she comes out with a towel wrapped around her waist. Only a towel. 

You shrink away, hands rushing to cover your eyes, though you silently watch her through the tiny slit between your fingers. “If you keep watching, without permission, I’ll have to punish you.”

“‘’m not watching,” you grumble to her, catching the scars on her back, how her metal arm hisses as she maneuvers it back on her body. She puts on some simple panties and a tank top. Her hair is damp, and you can smell the soft scent of flower soap on her skin. “What’s an inspection?”

Sevika doesn’t say anything, but the bed dips under her weight as she crawls to you. Her hands maneuver you on your back, fingers pressed on the back of your thighs–coolness creeping to your skin from her metal fingers.

“A checkup. I just need to make sure that you’re healthy…and that I’m taking proper care of you. You understand?” Sevika knows she’s being perverted right now, but you’re staring at her through your big puppy eyes, and your tail is wagging, so she feels no remorse in taking advantage of her knowledge. 

You nod at her, and her hands begin to move, fingers gliding to your inner thigh. It tickles for a second, though heat rushes through the back of your spine. The sensation is off, and you bite your lip as a finger presses into the damp panties. “Tsk. Already leaking?”

Your thighs jerk, and her thick finger slides up, pressing into your swollen bud. Her nail rakes over the panties, caressing the bundle of nerves, pushing a tight gasp from your lips. “Sev…feels–”

“It’s okay…it’ll feel good in a second.” She coaxes softly, quickly changing fingers, using her thumb to push down on the nerve, while her metal hand pushes your leg open, enjoying your meek gasp and how your ears flop and twitch. 

With each second, the pleasure dribbles down your spine,  you feel slick pour of you, until you’re sure you’ve coated the bottom of your panties. Yet Sevika’s eyes are trained on your little reactions, until she stops and you whimper at her. “Please…don’t stop.”

She simply smiles at you, hands moving to slip the t-shirt from your body, and you instinctively cover your chest, cheeks burning as her hands move yours. “What a pretty pup.” And her hands cup your breasts, finger prodding at your hardened peaks, raking over the flesh. 

It’s borderline overwhelming, how her hands make your flesh tingle, the new sensation makes goosebumps rise to your skin, and it gets worse as she moves back to your thighs, taking off your panties. Your insides feel warm, though a gooey, dizzying feeling settles in your head, like you’re sitting on top of a fluffy cloud. The press of Sevika’s hands rubbing your kness, as if trying to ease your worry, makes you preen. 

It takes a second of her kneading your flesh before her fingers slide through your wet folds, up to your clit, rubbing it until you're blinking back tears, and little noises, trying to keep your legs from locking. The sensation is too good, and your cunt pulses, hips flexing to rock into Sevika’s touch. She notices, lips curling into a smirk. “Keep going. Doesn’t it feel good? Means I'm taking real good care of you.”

From Sevika’s view, slick pours down your wet folds, and she’s eager; slowly pushing in a finger, watching how your pupils dilate, tongue sliding out of your mouth. Sevika curls into that spongy spot, watching your legs fall open, “You can take my fingers, right puppy? You’ll let me stretch you out, baby?”

And you nod, rocking back into her finger, dumbly bobbing your head. Tiny tears slip from your eyes, and two fingers curl into you, all three pushing in, making your cunt give out a filthy squelch. Your belly tightens, and a feeling pushes into your bladder, “Sev…something…my belly feels we–weird…pleaseplease.”

“It’s okay,” She hums, using her metal finger to abuse your clit while she continues to fuck into that spot, enjoying your loud moans and whimpers, and the way you twitch into the bed, tail wildly wagging with each rush of pleasure. “C’mon, pup. Be good, cum for me.”

The sensation crashes through your body, pushing loud sobs and hiccups out of your throat. And you ride Sevika’s fingers, drool sliding down your chin, as your foot digs into the bed. Each jolt of your hips down into her fingers makes a filthy squelch ring around your ears. “That’s my pretty, mutt—so good for me—all perfect and healthy,” Sevika coes, caressing your knee. 

“Good…so so good,” You slur, whining when her fingers slip out of you. It takes a couple of minutes for your brain to catch up to anything. The feeling of your limbs all jelly, slowly fizzing away, until you’re staring at a rather happy Sevika. “Will…will you sit on my face now?”

“Maybe tomorrow, pet.” She yawns. You pout at Sevika all through her cleaning you up, and especially when she’s on her back on the bed, and you slide next to her, pressing your face on her chest. “Are you going to sulk into my skin the entire night?”

“Please…”

“If you keep this up, I’ll get a collar and keep you at the foot of the bed.” She snarls at you playfully, and your cunt jumps at her words, a whimper slipping from your mouth. Her eyes narrow, “Don’t–”

“You’re so mean to me.” You pout at her, though you're nearly going dizzy from her threat. A flash of her hands curling at your leash, pulling you to her, while you walk on all fours, makes you swoon. “I didn’t even get a kiss afterwards.” 

Sevika jumps to your side, licking your swollen lips until you’re putty in her hand, gasping with each lap. And she’s quick to pull away, and press little kisses on your cheek and jaw, until you’re giggling and holding onto her. You don’t go back to your room that night; it was too easy to fall asleep in Sevika’s arms and curl into her body. 

The sun flashes into the room, through the tiny blinds, and your eyes flutter open, feeling Sevika still in bed. You lay there for a second before turning to her, eyes watching drool slip from her mouth, and how her skin glistens in the soft light. “Sev…” You call out, groggily, pushing her softly, until she’s groaning. “Sev, we have to get up.”

Her chest rumbles, eyes fluttering with a grunt. “Day off.”

You chew the inside of your cheek, “Yeah…but, I need…we built a schedule. I need to sit on your lap on the couch.” You wait for her to ignore your request, the pit of your stomach churning, until she grunts again, but moves her hands, sliding behind your waist and hoisting you into her arms.

 The couch dips under your weight, and you lie on her legs, purring while her eyes close. You preen on her lap, snuggling into her, until the usual time she’s supposed to leave clicks on the clock, and you move off her lap. “I want to go shopping today.”

Sevika nods, eyes still closed, “Clothing. Food.” 

“A collar...”

Her eyes shoot up, neck cracking to you. “I was joking…You know I would ne–”

“I know,” You interject with a smile, hands wrapping around her arm, “But...I’d like the collar. What should it say, ‘property of sevika’, ‘sevika’s companion’, maybe ‘sevika’s pup’?”

Her breathing shallows, and Sevika immediately feels her clit jump at your words. The idea of branding you with a collar, in which everyone can see that you belong to her, nearly makes her vision go white. “Be careful, pup…don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“You’re the scardy-cat…won’t even sit on my face.” You say with a scoff. And Sevika smiles, feeling you get all worked up on her side. Your obsession with her suffocating you with her cunt, makes her shudder. A part of her is scared of giving in to your need, too afraid of turning you into an insatiable puppy.

The streets of Piltover are bright with vendors spread across your vision. On each side, someone is selling an elixir, clothing, mechanical parts, and anything that comes to mind. The first stop is a Hybrid Collar vendor, and the smell of leather and metal swaffs your scent, as Sevika pulls to the front. 

A young bull hybrid greets you both, “Good morning, what can I do for you today?”

Sevika looks down at you and points her head to the hybrid. Go on. “We are looking for a companion collar…one with a dog bone on the front, so we can engrave something.”

The bull hybrid grins at your request, “A good choice. Give me a second.” When he disappears, you latch onto Sevika, nosing at her skin. 

“Pick an engraving, like the one I mentioned.” You tell her, “Come on. You’re my handler.”

“Sevika’s companion.” She responds with a hum, “How’s that?”

You nod at her words. “I like it.”

The bull hybrid brings back a leather collar with buckles and a silver dog bone. “What will the engraving be?” He nods at your request, and when he comes back, the words, ‘Sevika’s Companion’ gleam in the light. Sevika is the one who claps the buckles on the collar, and the weight sits comfortably on your neck, the metal warming up your cold skin. 

You show your neck to Sevika, nearly modeling the collar for her, and there’s a proud smile on her face as she runs her fingertips on the material, one finger curling around the metal and pulling you to her. “Very pretty…a leash would look even better.” 

You whine at her words, tail swinging from side to side, “So mean, don’t tease me in public.”

Sevika spoils you rotten. Anytime your eyes fall on a dress, some object, or anything, she’s quick to pull you into the vendor and buy despite your protest. Each piece of clothing, you model it for her, and her eyes follow your fluffy tail seeping from under the short dresses.

 Even if the dress was too short, or if the price made your pops widen, she was quick to tighten her hold on it and buy it. By the time the sun was making sweat pour down your hair into your back, Sevika’s arms were filled with bags, and you were grinning from cheek to cheek. Despite the weight on her arms, she smelled of happiness and burnt caramel, eyes trained on the collar around your neck. 

“I want you to cook… I don’t want to go to eat outside.” Sevika nods, and when you arrive home, she’s quick to put the bags down. And you stare at them, and then at your room. “I want to sleep in your room, from now on.” 

“I’ll take the dresser into my room then. We can store stuff in that room then, or turn it into an office.” She calls from the kitchen, and you take the bags and place them in your room, nosing at the blankets that smell of you and Sevika’s woody scent. 

Sevika is quick to fix your things in her room, setting up your little lights along the wall, making space for your clothing. She arranges the room, based on your liking, until you’re satisfied, tail wagging with excitement. It’s during the night that she finally sits down, and as you’re about to sit next to her, she pats her foot on the floor. 

The back of your frilly dress shakes with the movement of your tail, and you’re nearly running to Sevika. When your knees hit the marble floor, her head tilts, a predatory grin on her face. “Want a treat?” She purs, as the sound of her zipper rings in the air. 

Oh god. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of the curls peeking from Sevika’s black panties. A line of hair runs from her belly button to her pelvis, and you’re nodding. “Yes. Yes. Please.”

Sevika lets go of the zipper, and she maneuvers your hand to her jeans, hauling herself up to pull them until they’re down, hitting her ankles. You can smell her arousal, and it makes you dizzy. The AC hums in rhythm, almost matching the rapid pace of your heartbeat, and you drown out every sound in the vicinity. 

The second Sevika’s hands fall to her sides, your face presses into her mound, a needy whine curling from your throat, making her spine vibrate. “Sev…” you whimper against her soaked panties, tongue darting to taste the wet cotton panties, licking a wet strike across her pussy. She hums above you, and you’re soon drooling on her, giving her cunt kitten licks until the panties are pressed against her fat clit. 

Your mouth tries to wrap around the nerve, and when you suck, Sevika moans, soft and rough, hand coming to your head, pushing you into her cunt. The scent of musk, sweat, and something woody makes you dizzy, cunt salivating as you drunkenly try to suck Sevika’s clit through her panties. 

When you pull away, there’s an ache in your kneecaps that fizzes as soon as you’re trying to sloppily push down Sevika’s underwear. “Take it off…off, pleaseplease. Sev…need it.” Each word sounds slurred and nearly punched out, inhaling sharply.

“Slow down, pup,” Sevika husks softly, “Or else, I’ll have to tie your hands.”

You pout at her, fingertips shaking as you finally pull her panties down, watching her cunt stick to her panties, slick connecting them. The panties barely make it past the kneecaps before you’re stuffing your face into her, sloppily sucking on her clit, panting into her, hips flexing into the hair. 

Sevika rides your wet tongue, thighs softly twitching on your side, nose pressed into her thick curls, until your eyes are rolling back. She pushes you back from her pussy, and you’re panting, tongue out, slick and spit covering it, whining and whimpering into the air. “More…more.”

“Stick your tongue out, baby.” Sevika drawls, catching your wet tongue before stuffing her thumb inside your mouth. She forces her thumb until you’re sucking on it, tongue rolling around the flesh, brain going dumb with each passing second. “That’s my good pet. Make your handler cum, go on…use your tongue, baby.”

Spit dribbles down your chin, and you’re back in between Sevika’s thighs, lapping at her clit, and sucking on the nerve, moaning at the sweet taste of her. Her back arches off the couch, nearly suffocating you as she closes her thighs on your head. Your body goes lax, and she’s riding your face, using your tongue for her own pleasure. “God should keep you tied, tongue out. So fucking good.”

A choked moan rings in your ear, and your hips jolt into the air, pussy dripping into your panties. Her rough voice bounces in your ear, and across the walls, as you suck on her puffy clit, face soaked from her pussy, and spit. You kneel there, letting her use you, drowning you in her scent until she bucks into your mouth, a loud moan, falling from Sevika’s lip with a high-pitched curse. “Fuckkk.” 

When Sevika pushes your face from her pussy, you dizzily stare at her through lidded eyes, thighs twitching, as slick soaks Sevika’s inner thigh. Her chest moves up and down, a lazy smile on her face. “Sevika…” You mewl to her, pawing at her naked knee. 

“Oh, baby, come here. You want to feel good too?” She coes, sweetly, hauling you to your feet, and you wobble for a second, before she’s pushing down your panties, and sliding you to her lap. The soft feeling of her skin sliding against your sopping pussy makes you preen, face latching onto hers. 

Your tongue prods her mouth, forcing her to taste herself; sucking on her tongue until you can feel her molars. Sevika tastes of smoke and mint as she licks every crevice of your mouth, sucking the air out of your lungs. 

Her hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you there until a hand slaps comes down to your ass, cracking the air. You squeak into her mouth, pushing away to breathe into her lips. “‘m doing good, sev? Want to be good for you.” 

She hums, moving your hips until you’re rutting into her strong thigh, clit gliding down her skin. Your flesh aches, heat curling across your bones while you’re breathing into her lips. “You’re doing so fucking good for me, all pretty and needy. A pet just to please me.”

You nuzzle into her neck, each whimper muffled as you rock your hips upward into her until Sevika’s hand slips to the base of your tail, and she pulls. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, a high-pitched mewl crashing from your throat, vibrating in her neck, and your cunt leaks and tightens against nothing. 

“Must like it.” Sevika murmurs, pulling your tail again, as you rock harder into her leg, each pull against your nerves, turning you into a dumb mess. Drool lands on Sevika’s shoulders, and she’s pushing you into her thigh, turning your face with one hand. Your eyes are lidded, nearly crossing, eyes with tiny tears clattering your waterline. “Tell your handler how good it feels.”

You whimper, eyebrows knitted, slick coating your thighs, until even your own thighs are covered by your arousal. The friction is delicious, spreading across your body until you can feel it in your scalp. Each drag of your clit on her thigh sends heat across your belly, and your muscles tighten for a second. 

The same feeling as before crashes your system–the impending feeling of needing to pee. “Good…go–good, so so good. ‘m good for…for my owner…for sev. A good mutt.” You babble incoherently, trying to push your brain into working, tail twitching in Sevika’s hand. “Belong to…you.”

And Sevika drowns in your needy babbles, leaning in, nearly growling in your mouth as she licks into your mouth, running her tongue over your teeth, brushing the sharp canines. Your tail tries to wag in her hold, the end nerve twitching, but she doesn’t pull, just holds it, enjoying the way you clamp up. 

“Mhmm, belongs to me…takes such good care of me,” Sevika praises, against your lips, pulling back to press a kiss on your cheek, holding your chin. “Made for me.”

When her hand drops from your face, your cunt spasms at her word, weak uhhhuh’s falling out of your lips. A sharp heat crackles down your spine, and you give Sevika a high-pitched dry sob before coming on her thighs, face pushing into her neck, sharp teeth gracing her sensitive skin. You twitch in her hand, melting as the pleasure seeps through your body, turning you warm and pliant, unable to move or do anything. 

Sweat makes your dress stick to your skin, and Sevika’s hand pats your back, uttering soft praises on how her puppy does so well for her, and uses her tongue so fucking good, and deserves another treat. “Who’s a good puppy?” She murmurs in your ear, nails raking your back. 

You wiggle in her grasp, eyes heavy with sleep. “Me…good puppy.”

The morning after is the same as always. Nothing changes besides the fact that you now wake up in Sevika’s arms, surrounded by her natural scent. But you still get up for her to brush your teeth and inspect your canines. Then you lie on her lap, purring until it’s time for her to leave, and now, before the door clicks, she presses a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips and scratches behind your ear, calling you her best pup. 

Jinx is over when you begin to miss Sevika. Her mouth had been pressed into a wide grin, noting the changes in your demeanor, and how Sevika’s room was now filled with your things. “You should thank me…I made this happen.”

And she’s on the phone when you suggest her helping you cook something for Sevika, so you bring her lunch. Well… technically, you bribe her into helping you make food, in which she calls over Ekko, who ends up doing the cooking. 

By the time the food is done, you’re dressed in one of the short, lilac dresses Sevika bought you, which she likes with long, white knitted socks reaching just under your knee cap, and a white buckle boot that leaves inches of the socks peeking out. Your tail swings under the dress, and you give Jink a twirl. “You think she’ll bend me over the desk?”

The girl face palms herself, a blush creeping to her cheeks. “Please…enough.”

You stick your tongue out at her, and you all leave the apartment, them taking their own way, while you walk to her office. You try to follow her scent, asking people for her by name, though some of them give you an odd eye. It takes almost an hour for you to reach her office, knuckles rasping over the door finally. “Come in.”

You suck in breath, opening the door, and walking in. She doesn’t look for a long time, “I told you that the construction papers are d–” Sevika pauses, seeing your face. It takes a minute before the shock disappears, and she rakes her eyes over your dress, watching the way your ears twitch. “How did you…find the office? Did you walk all the way here?”

She gets up from the desk, and you nod, showing her the lunch containers. “I brought lunch.” And presses a soft kiss on your cheek, softly scratching the back of your ear, and you purr into her hand. “Do you like it? Jinx and Ekko helped me cook.” You can feel the nerve of your tail wagging rapidly. 

“Taking such good care of your owner…that deserves a reward, don’t you think?” And the words fall softly, though she walks around you like a hawk, placing the container on her table, beside the stacks of paper, “C’mere.”

You barely notice her tone of voice, though it drips with purpose, purred softly. But you stand on the spot next to her chair, smiling at her with excitement until her hands lift the back of your dress. “Sev…” You squeak.

“Hands on the table, puppy. ”

You obey her words, placing your palms flat on the table, sticking your butt out.

“Tsk. You’ve been so good for…and yet. Who permitted you to leave the house? Do you know how sick I would’ve been if you had gotten lost?” Her hand slaps down on your ass, making you jump with a gasp. The sting curls against your spine, making your knees buckle. 

Her hands come down two more times, echoing in the office, and she only hums when you’re saying sorry. “‘m sorry…please. Should’ve ask–asked. I won’t do it again…it hurts.” 

Sevika pulls the base of your tail, making you jolt into the air, body pushing forward, involuntarily sticking your ass out, making her chuckle. You look back at her, and she’s staring at you, hands quickly pulling your tail again, caressing the base of it, until your hips are bucking, nearly humping the air. “Sevika. Pleaseplease…sensitive. Someone wi–will walk in.”

“Will they?” You can hear the smile on her face. “How about this? Since I can’t trust you to walk back on your own, I will do my duty as your handler and keep you here. Under my desk.” Lewd suggestion drips in her voice, husked out, low and gravely. “To make sure you’re safe, and then we will go home. How’s that puppy?”

You hiccup into the air, nodding at her words. And her calloused hands softly knead your ass, making the sharp residue of pain fizz into pleasure. It stings, but the sensation of her hand makes your cunt drip. It almost feels like she has your cunt trained to pulse and leak when she touches you. “I’ll be good…promise.”

“I know,” She coes, helping you turn. And she pauses before lifting the front of your dress, smirking when your hands rapidly cover the front of your panties, thigh twitching. “Something wrong, pup?”

You rapidly shake your head, and she laughs at you while your body burns. It’s condensed and mean, but there’s a sense of adoration that comes with it, that makes you whine at her. “Down.”

Under her desk, you lie your head on her lap, and every time Sevika talks to you, as if you NEED her to monitor your movements to make sure that you’re safe, your body becomes dizzy. Papers rustle on her table, and the minutes slowly leak into hours, before she even acknowledges you, though you can feel when she’d pat your head. Soft purrs fall from your throat, nearly making her body vibrate. 

You fall asleep between her legs. Only moving when someone would walk in to give her a set of files or to discuss something. “How’s it, puppy? Hungry? Thirsty?”

You pause before answering, “I’m okay. Can I touch you?”

Her head tilts. “You are touching me.”

Heat creeps to your cheeks. “Want to use my mouth on you.”

“At home, puppy. Keep still, and I’ll let you drool on my cunt.” You whimper at her feet, head nodding until she’s smiling and patting your head. When Sevika is finally done, your knees feel wobbly and sore. She holds you steady in one hand and the empty lunch container in the other, while you purr into her shoulder. 

And instead of going straight home, she takes you for your second-favorite treat–steak. 

When you finally arrive home, the sky is orange and gleaming. There’s a soft smell of burnt oranges and fabric softener around the apartment. “Shower. So I can check your ear.” 

You pout at Sevika. “Why can’t we shower together?”

“I’m not sure I can trust you.” And she’s steering you to the bedroom, pushing you down on the bed as her hands curl to your boots, sliding them off your foot, and then your white socks. Her hands steer to your dress while you whine at her. How can she not trust you? 

“You can. I promise I won’t try anything.” You retort, “Are you saying this because I humped you once? ONCE. I thought you were my pillow.”

Sevika scoffs, throwing your dress into the hamper, “Yeah, then when you realised I wasn’t your pillow. You kept going. Now what does that tell me?”

Despite her words, Sevika gets in the shower with you, and you really try to do anything besides convincing her to let you spread soap across her body. Your fingertips trailed each crevice, touching the tiny wounds on her back and her shoulder, then cupping her breasts while she stared at you with a bored look. But she lets you, all while you try not to giggle. 

When you’re finished, she tries you, making sure your tail is dry and your floppy ears are cleaned. Sevika inspects them like it’s her job, holding you while she looks through the canals, and even when she’s done, she keeps you on her lap. Her metal hand holds onto your waist, as her hand caresses your thigh.

 “You did really well for me today, pet. Brought me food, showered, healthy ears, and you kept your hands to yourself.” She muses, hand traveling to your breasts until her thumb is swiping across your pebbled peaks. You’re nearly naked on her lap, save for the lacy baby blue panties. 

A loud whine falls from your lips, floppy ears twitching as your tail swishes, thumping the bed with a force that makes it vibrate. “Don’t tease, Sev…touch me, please.”

“You like being my pretty puppy, don’t you?” And she pinches your nipples, holding your back when you try to shrink away, blinking back tears from how sensitive everything feels. You whimper as moisture gathers at your waterline. “Shhh, it’s okay…going to take care of you, like I always do. ‘m going to keep you. ”

Sevika rotates between your breasts, pinching and pulling until you’re soaking on her lap, and your nipples are puffy and swollen. You’re softly shaking in her hand, moaning and whining as your cunt pulses, and Sevika pushes you down on her bed, crawling between your thighs. 

She crashes your lips into a heated kiss, hands traveling to your soft belly, and she drinks in each soft whine you give her, licking into your mouth and biting your lower lip. It feels her with pride as you tremble in her bed, fingers sliding down to your inner thigh, messaging the soft flesh before pulling away and pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. 

When Sevika pulls away, you’re shaking, hands balled into fists, with your wrists slouched, and you really look like a puppy from below her. Sevika’s metal hand slipped to your throat, curling at the shiny bone name tag. You feel raw and exposed, like she will pull you apart at any second. “Sev…won’t you make your mutt feel good?” 

Her hand falls from the bone tag, and she pulls away, slipping down to plant a kiss on your panties, right on your clit. Your eyes flutter closed, thighs falling open as Sevika licks the cotton fabric, sending tiny vibrations across your spine with each groan she gives you. It’s blinding, almost too much, and yet not enough. 

Her tongue caresses the soaked cotton, sucking your swollen clit until you’re softly kicking, hips jolting into her face. Your cunt soaks her face, until she’s pulling down your wet panties, watching a small patch of hair cover your mound. Slick pours out of your cunt, and she’s back down, tongue parting your folds, making your body burn. 

When she finally licks your clit, your muscles tighten, “Again…do it again,” You whine to Sevika, flexing your hip, trying to chase some relief, and she laps at the swollen bud over and over again, until your belly swoops and burns too hot. 

Your spine tingles deliciously, the feeling taking over your brain, making you babble and drool. Each tiny sound that comes out sounds like mush and a mess of words. You feel her tongue sliding down, and she licks a broad stripe from your sopping hole up to your clit, until she’s back down using her nose to bump into your clit. 

“So fucking good,” She murmurs into your cunt, pushing her tongue inside until your pussy clamps down on her. The movement makes your back lift from the bed, tiny tears sliding down your cheek, each gasp pulled from your lungs echoes into the air, high-pitched and needy.

 A small pressure crosses your belly, gripping your flesh until you’re shuddering. And Sevika continues to fuck into your cunt, tongue stuffing you, before licking back up to your clit and assaulting the swollen bud. 

The odd feeling of needing to pee curls against your spine, “‘m going to…sev–”

Your release is ripped from your body, eyes crossed as your pussy throbs, and your nerves drip with fire. Each second of the pleasure has your hips bucking into Sevika’s face, until it passes, and your hands are on her hair, meekly trying to push her away. Sevika comes up with a wet face and a grin. “Some’ wrong, puppy?”

You sniffle, shaking your head, “Feels really good.”

“Does it?” She purs, and she curls her right leg across yours, twisting your body to the side, and lifting one leg to her shoulder. “Give me one more, baby. Will you?”

And she moves her hips, before you can answer, sliding her pussy against yours, until slick and spit covers your thighs and a filthy, wet squelch echoes. Sevika fucks into you with vigor, setting a desperate pace. Your thighs twitch, despite pleas pulsing across the room, as you get dizzier with each second. 

Sevika’s nails dig into your skin, moaning, sounding drunk off the pleasure and the sight of your tail swishing with each push of her thrust. The room sounds utterly filthy, the slapping of his skin, and the wet sound of Sevika’s pussy pushing into yours, intensifies the pleasure, making the knots in your belly tighter. 

“Fuckk right there…so fucking good,” Sevika snarls, hungrily, snapping her hips until her calves begin to burn, and sweat builds at her temples. 

“Ear…pul–pull them–please,” You mewl out, fingers twisting your own nipples, and sevika’s hand darts to your fluffy ears, pulling them until the nerves make your spine tingle, and your belly snap. You hiccup softly, thighs shakin, vision nearly whitening at the pleasure. 

Sevika pulls your ear again, making you cry, tail twitching wildly, “What a bad mutt… coming before your owner.”

“Sorry…’m sorry, please–”

“Bark for me, baby, and I’ll forgive you.” She croons with a cruel laugh, and you bark for her, body falling into a dizzy state as she continues to buck into you. Pain swells in your spine. Sevika bucks one more time before she’s pushing down with force, eyes fluttering closed.

Her back arches, and she milks her own orgasm using your clit to get off, until warmth rolls away from her body, and she’s falling next to you, pressing her nose into your sweaty neck. You softly whimper, still feeling your cunt pulse and throb, though you nuzzle into her body. “You’re so…mean for making me bark.”

“Sorry, baby. Always wanted to hear you bark.” The grin on her face makes her glow, like some forsaken angel. The weight of the collar on your neck makes you feel soft and giddy, skin prickling with heat. Sevika’s face turns, and she stares at you with lidded eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“What am I?”

Her eyebrows furrow, neck muscle twitching, “What do you mean?”

“Am I only your therapy hybrid…or?” Your words come out too soft, like you're trying not to cry. “Will you break the contract after the one year is up?”

The room stills for a second, and she turns her head, “There is no contract. You’re not going back to that Therapy Hybrid place, and as for what you are…my companion, my girlfriend, my hybrid. Whatever you’d like to be…doesn’t matter, you belong to me, anyway.”

mdni | content: boot worship, leather kink, dry humping, vaginal sex, face-sitting, dom/sub play, stomach stepping, subspace, dacryphilia, perversion, sadomasochism, gloves, mommy kink, light verbal degradation, strapping, 'strap' blowjob. vaginal sex, cunnilingus, mild impact play Pairing: Racer mechanic Sevika x reader a/n: Please read: I am not a lesbian, but I do love women (nearly more than I like sleeping). In this fic, there's something called a 'packer' that is used by Sevika, because I found out about it, and it looks super cool. this fic is 10.k words...holy shit Honestly, if a buff butch wore leather boots around me with a belt buckle strapped to it, I would ALSO be asking to get stepped on. This was a self-indulgent fic after I watched Pillion. Additionally, this is a remastered work from a past fic for another fandom. if you're someone who wears a packer, please shoot me dm cause im very nosy and i love to ask question.

You never expected the outcome of seeing Sevika in leather boots to be sex. In hindsight, you also didn’t expect to develop some sort of obsession with the shoes. It was a random Friday night, and Vi had invited Sevika to race. You had gone countless times, and at first, you were waiting for Sevika to fuss and ask you to go, until Caitlyn called.

“Are you not going with Vi?” You asked, sketching out an outline of Sevika’s back muscle.

She sighed, “No. I’m mad at her right now…if I go, I’ll forget why I’m mad and end up bent over somewhere around the racetrack.”

You shrugged, “If you say so.” So you didn’t exactly pay attention to Sevika until she came out, and the click-clack sound of her shoes made you turn around.

You first noticed that Sevika’s hair was a mess, and that she was wearing a black leather jacket, with washed-out black jeans, and leather boots. High-heeled, leather cowboy boots with a silver buckled O-ring harness, and attached to the ring a set of silver chains that lap around the boot, disappearing under it.

So maybe your heart paused at the sight of the chains and the harness. Maybe your cunt twitched, and saliva got stuck in your throat, unable to give your girlfriend, who twirled for you, a nice compliment.

“Princess?” Sevika said, staring at you, holding her black helmet in one hand.

You swallowed thickly and gave her a soft smile, “You look good.”

Sevika smiled, looking down at her boots with pride. She took a couple of steps towards you, and the sound of the chains moving made you shudder. “They look nice, don’t they?”

You nodded, “They look cool. Nice chains.” When Sevika leaves, you couldn’t seem to move from the couch. It’s as if the air in your lungs had been stolen, and your ability to walk somehow diminished.

Yet all you could think about was those boots and how slick they looked. The way a soft clink followed with each step. The way the leather looked so soft and so rough, like it could glide off your skin. How snug they fit on Sevika.

So you did begin to wonder how good it would feel to drag your cunt along the material, or hump it while Sevika praised you or told you off for using her boots to get off. Maybe it would be even better if she would step on your stomach, heels dragging down all the way to your cunt until Sevika puts enough pressure on your clit, it pains you.

Maybe you’re fucking insane.

Maybe.

Since looking at the boots, you have spent hours searching for leather boot care. A soft-bristle brush to avoid scratching the leather. Typical leather cleaner, placing it on a damp cloth, and making a light lather, then moving it across the entire surface of the boots in small circular motions. Until it’s back into that slick, clean, and glossy state.

Leather Honey Leather Cleaner. MEKER Mink oil, saddle soap, Tanner’s preserve, Leather Cleaner. Because Sevika seems to enjoy the American brands more.

You spend HOURS researching names, until you get to a video, and all you can think about is Sevika wearing them and parading them for you. When Sevika finishes her work, she cleans her boot.

Right next to you.

Her long, strong fingers lace around the boot, inspecting it. She touches it with care, and the smell of the leather soap has you pausing–leather, citrus, and musk. The combination has your head feeling dizzy.

She wipes the silver chain down, and a phantom feeling of coldness rushes down your spine. Would they touch her nipples while Sevika steps on you? How cold would they feel? Do they smell like leather, too?

You look away, though your phone somehow begins to record, Sevika’s work on the boot, until she stops and looks at you, head tilting at your phone. “Are you recording?” Sevika asks, cleaning her hands with a rag.

You freeze, “No. Am I?” You look down at your phone absentmindedly, “Oh, I must’ve pressed it by accident.”

Sevika’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t question it. She merely slides her body to you, smelling of leather, citrus, and wood. You swallow, nosing Sevika’s throat, placing a small kiss on her jugular vein.

She hums, ducking down to catch your lips into a heated kiss. Sevika licks your mouth open, each lap laced with greed and a feverish need to ravage you. Your lips stay connected until you pull back, panting with fingers attached to her biceps. “Why’d you decorate them?”

Sevika’s eyebrows knit together, “Huh?”

“The boots.”

The older woman chuckles, giving you a shrug, before leaning in to kiss you again. Yet you’re adamant, a hand plastered on Sevika’s chest until she gives the answer you want. The answer you need. You feel sick.

Sevika doesn’t even know why you’re asking, and she whines, “I don’t know, I wanted to try a different style, so I got them customized.”

You move your hand, allowing Sevika to trap you on the couch. She swallows every little sigh and whine she pulls from you, sucking on your pink tongue until your hips are grazing. “In-person?” You breathe out as Sevika presses kisses on the side of your neck.

A hum rings from her throat, hips pressing down until she’s got her knee pressed just right onto your clothed cunt. “Thought about getting combat ones, but these are better. The leather is smooth, and it doesn’t take long to clean.”

The leather is smooth.

You whimpers into the open, pushing Sevika’s hip down, bucking your own hip into her knee until you’re practically using Sevika’s body to get yourself off. “That’s it, princess, take what you need.”

Sevika coos at you, suckling on your skin. The sentence rings in your head while your cunt leaks, dampening your panties.

“Kiss.” You whine.

The leather is smooth.

The leather is smooth.

Sevika laps over every crevice in your mouth, groaning into you, while the drag of her knee along makes your body shudder with pleasure. The room is silent save for your heavy breathing and the wet sound of your mouths slotted together.

Your cunt flutters, and as your stomach contracts, Sevika groans, “The chains are detachable, can even attach them to the front of the boots.”

Your body goes rigid. A high-pitched whimper rips from your throat, while a flash of heat makes your body feel feverish and calm. You cums with a wet gasp, nails digging into Sevika’s shoulder, while the older woman nuzzles her face into your neck.

Oh god.

You came.

You came from grinding on her.

Sevika doesn’t stop pushing down on you, even when your feet dig into the couch, and you’re so close to crying from the sharp pain shooting down her spine. When Sevika cums, she groans into your ears, pulling you for another kiss that ends with your lips wet and swollen.

Your body relaxes when Sevika doesn’t mention anything about the leather. Instead, she scoops you up and takes you into the bathroom for a hot bath, and talks about her customers, and how tired she is of waking up so early.

Sevika is gone by the time you wake up. By eleven in the morning, you have showered and eaten breakfast. Mr. Vander, your cat has a babysitting weekend with your parents; you can only lounge around and finish prior commission requests.

That was your plan anyway, before you saw the clean boots outside the closet. You did not realize that Sevika had left the boots outside until you were on your way to the bathroom and saw them lying there, the sun shining upon them. You didn’t think twice about sinking to your knees and grabbing one of the boots.

You should have, but you didn’t.

You strip on the floor, piece by piece, until they’re discarded around you. You stare at the boots, pussy throbbing, while your skin prickles and goosebumps cover your arms. You stay still for a minute before reaching out to the boots.

The glide of your fingertips against the cool material pulls a wet gasp from you. The boot slides pressing against your pussy, and the first drag has slick pouring from your cunt. Your pussy grinds against the leather, and with each roll, the chain jingles, making you shudder.

You build a slow rhythm, allowing the pleasure to build in your stomach, until you feel close to crying. You picture Sevika above you, smirking at you with that knowing smile. “What a desperate thing you are, Princess.”

You imagine Sevika saying in that low, raspy voice, “Humping my boots like my cunt isn’t enough.” You moan, throaty and high-pitched, finger gripping the top of the boot so you can grind your clit on it.

You feel utterly filthy seeing the drenched and warm leather of Sevika’s boats. You grunt into it, pushing your hip down until your stomach hits the cold metal of the buckle. Your stomach contracts, and the simple thought of the same coldness against your nipples with the constant stimulation is enough to have you coming on the leather, drool sliding from the side of your mouth.

Your body rides out the tiny waves of pleasure, gasping into the air until your body goes lax, dropping to the side. How indecent and disgusting you are. But you clean the boots.

Thoroughly. Even as you’re shaking while the smell of leather and musk engulfs your senses, you clean the boots, rubbing the dried cum from the top. Then showers again, scrubbing your skin until you’re sure you fucked up the outermost layer of your skin. You try not to think about it.

Not until Sevika texts you in the late afternoon. “Get ready around four, we’ll be going to the store. I need something.”

Sevika picks you up in the slick red car and drives you to some shop. You don’t realize what the shop is until you’re inside, and the dim lighting casts a soft glow on the myriad of boots displayed on the wall. Your breath hitches for a second as Sevika pulls you around.

You stop in the back, just hidden away from the customers. Sevika picks one up, fingers gliding across the material, then she puts it down. She does the same to two more until she touches a leather one with two golden guns etched into a silver toe tip, and black floral embroidery around it.

Sevika touches the chunky heels and then gives them to you, who stares mindlessly at them. She circles you until one finger is perched on the small of your back, breath hitting the shell of your ear, while one hand is on your waist, thumb rubbing circles on your hip. “How’s the material? Touch it.”

She guides your fingers along the embroidery, feeling the rough ridges on your flesh. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Each word makes you shudder, until Sevika presses a kiss on your neck, “Maybe I’ll add a metal chain buckle. You want to put them on, Princess?” Sevika asks, pressing another kiss on your neck.

You mindlessly shakes her head, finger still moving along the floral embroidery, taking shallow breaths. Would they feel exactly like the ones Sevika has at home? Would the embroidery feel rough against your pussy? Would the silver tip catch on the skin of your clit, until your skin feels like it’s on fire?

“Or would you like me to wear them for you?”

Oh

Oh

Your body goes still, dropping the boots. You take a deep breath, scattering to grab it and shove it at Sevika. The second your fingertips brush, fire spreads across your spine, and you don’t look at the older woman, because you know you’ll stutter and look away from her eyes.

“I…I’ll go outside for some air…the bathroom.” Each step you take is followed by Sevika, calling your name out.

The sun blares against your face, making you squint. You don’t make it to the street because Sevika’s hand is suddenly on your wrist, pulling you into a bathroom. You cup the front of your pants, staring at her feet.

Your jeans feel too tight, and the material of your shirt seems too scratchy against your skin. Your stomach is on fire, and every brush against your flesh feels feverishly good. You calculate your words, waiting for Sevika to look at you with scrutiny, “Are we done shopping…I need to work on something.”

“Do you?” Sevika muses, trapping you in the corner of the bathroom.

It smells of disinfectant and bleach, though there’s a roll of paper in the corner of the bathroom. The sound of the door being shaken makes Sevika snarl. “Occupied. Fuck off.” You could get in trouble for this.

You have never been one to care for others’ opinions, but when it comes to Caitlyn, Jinx, and Sevika, your body seems to shrink into a self-aware state. Like you need to know if they’re pleased with you or not. “Don’t you think it’s odd?” Sevika kisses the top of your head, pushing it up, until she’s staring into your eyes.

Sevika doesn’t say anything; she only leans in, pressing a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, then on your cheek and forehead, humming with content.

“Odd is irrelevant, Princess. I’d give anything to still be with you, even if you carried Vander everywhere, cooked everything on high heat…or had an affinity for my leather boots.” You chew on your lip, though Sevika’s thumb quickly caresses them, pulling them from your teeth.

“Can I see you wear them?” Your question is soft, oh so soft that it comes out as a murmur, only for Sevika’s ears.

Sevika groans, catching your lips into a feverish kiss, suckling your lips until you’re sure they’ll swell in the morning. Each lap of Sevika’s tongue in your mouth has you whining and gasping, pushing your hip until they’re hitting Sevika’s.

“Want to…” You inhale, chasing after Sevika’s lips for another second, stealing the air from her lungs, because if anything, Sevika’s very being has begun to mold into yours. One is not complete without the other. “Need to have…have you in my mouth.”

You drop to your knees, a sliver of pain shooting through your body as you fall on the marble floor. You take a deep breath, hands coming up to wrap around Sevika’s calf, pulling her until you can smell the stench of disinfectant and oil from the ship oozing from her black slacks. “Mommy.”

“The floor,” exhales Sevika, fingers gliding to her belt until it’s open, and the sound of her zipper coming down has you panting for it. “It’s dirty, princess. Do you really…” The question dies in her throat as she watches you part her mouth.

Her breath hitches as your big, glossy eyes stare at her through your lashes. You pull down her boxers, and you nearly giggle seeing the packer attached to her. The faux cock blends into her skin, though you know it’s harnessed around her waist. You don’t wait, sanity already slipping little by little, and slides inside your warm mouth.

On your knees, your chest tightens, and everything feels so good and mushy. Your body is warm, nose connecting with Sevika’s pelvis; all he can smell is sweat, wood, and leather. “Go on, my little dove,” Sevika commands, gripping a bundle of You’s hair.

A rush of dopamine has your jaw slacking, throat expanding, until you’re trying to give the packer’s shaft, desperate licks. Your tiny, needy whimpers and moans have Sevika taking forceful, steady breaths, inhaling from her nose. Each lick and suck has the packer pressing your right into her clit, and slick pours of her cunt watching you turn into a mess.

You buck into the air, tears prickling in the corner of her eyes, trying to chase an ounce of relief from anything. You gag for a second, and Sevika pulls away. Thick globs of spit connect your swollen lips to Sevika’s glistening faux cock, and she inspects your face. “Had enough, Princess.”

You shake your head, head cloudy with need. Desperation laces around your veins, “Need…ne–need more, please. Mommy, plea–please.”

Her fingers grip the base, pushing it on your cheek, bucking against your flesh. It’s filthy. The way your tongue darts out to reach for her shaft, sucking on it while you try to pull Sevika back into your mouth. Sevika’s shoes dart to your knees, kicking them softly until you’re seated on her shoe.

Devoted is not enough to describe the way Sevika feels about you. Words fail to capture the agonizing way her spine curls, and her chest tightens at the mere sight of you in all forms.

In pain. In pleasure. Sad. Happy.

If you leave her, she will hunt you down and bury you together. Sevika slides back into your mouth, grinding into your mouth, while her clit grinds into the packer, heat curling in her spine. Your cunt bucks into her shoes, clit pressed right into the rough part of the jeans, making spit pool in your mouth.

And Sevika focuses on the feeling of pleasure, pushing your head back into the wall, and using your mouth to buck into the packer. Her tight moans ring in your ear, “Fuck. So pretty, made for choking on my cunt.”

Spit pool on the side of your mouth, dripping down, and each moan sent a tiny vibration across Sevika’s spine until her rapid thrusts abuse the back of your throat, forcing you to take sharp breaths through your nose. Your lungs feel on fire, and breathing becomes secondary, with each drag of Sevika’s movement in your mouth.

Sevika’s body shudders, and when she pushes all the way back into your throat, making your head violently connect with the wall of the bathroom, Sevika hits your uvula again, pushing the tip of her shoe up. “Cum now, and I’ll step on you.”

Your eyes roll back, taking one last inhale before you’re writhing on her boot, hips twitching wildly against the material. Sevika groans, body shaking as her orgasm ripples through her body. You savor the weight of the silicone in your mouth, chasing your orgasm. Eyes glazed, pupils blown with damp, clumped lashes and whiny moans falling from your lips.

A heavenly sight. Sevika lets you hump her down until you’re softly, softly shaking, pulling off, and panting, looking up at her. “Mommy, plea–mommy, mommy…feels good so–” You hiccup, a sharp sob falling from your plush, spit-covered lips.

“My pretty dove, you did so so fucking good for me,” Sevika coos, leaning down to taste your tongue. She coaxes deep, shallow breaths out of your lungs, raking her nails on your back, until you’re calm and your brain can process, Sevika pulling you up.

“Mommy,” You whine, hand coming down to the front of your jeans, “Wet.”

“I know, baby, I know,” Sevika responds, picking you up and wrapping your legs around her waist. “Going to take you home, now.”

“And the boots?”

“I already bought one. It’s in the car, baby. I’ll show you if you behave.” She says, humming against your air. “Understand?”

You nod, nuzzling your face in Sevika’s neck. The sun has slowed itself into the earth’s horizon, casting a soft yellow glow along the sky, with light purple clouds. There’s no longer a myriad of cars around the shop, and no one pays attention to Sevika carrying a rather tired adult in her arms.

She drives home, hands gripping the side of your thigh, while you ride out that soft and plaint headspace. The kind that allows Sevika to maneuver you on her knees, until you’re crying and begging her fuck you full, to pinch your nipples, and be so so mean.

Sevika scoops you up again in her arms while carrying a black bag in one hand. When you’re inside the apartment, she places you on the bed, shedding off her clothing and the packer, while sneaking glances at you. You look at her through lidded eyes, and she comes over, stripping your jeans and shirt until you’re left in your underwear.

It’s marked with a dark stain, and when Sevika slides them down, suppressing a smile as she glides her thumb up and down your soaked folds. You whimper, and she stops, placing a rough hand on your stomach, simply grounding. “How do you feel, dove?”

You nod, “Good. Really good, mommy.”

Sevika doesn’t move. “Want me to put the boots on?” You could stop. But she so desperately wants to give you what you need. What you want. She wants it to be good for you.

“Please,” You whine, “Step on…on me, Phi. Need…to feel it.” Your words come out jumbled, and yet somehow coherent enough that Sevika’s heart pauses.

Step on me.

Sevika maneuvers to the boots. The new. Clean and pristine. Once she feels comfortable, she leans into the closet, softly pressing against the cold of the wall, against her warm skin.

“Come ‘ere, pretty thing.” You crawl to her. Sliding down from the bed, pussy glistening with sweat, coating your inner thigh with each movement of your limb.

You sigh against the air, knees hitting the cold floor. Your skin is on fire, tingling with phantom pleasure. “On your back.” You softly fall back, a wet gasp falling from your lips.

You squirm with each passing second of silence until Sevika kicks your legs apart with her foot. Obediently, you spread her legs apart, cunt throbbing at the feel of the leather against your skin.

A whimper escapes your lips as Sevika’s foot raises, the tip of the shoe dragging against your pussy, just gliding through the folds. “Mommy,” you sob out, sniffling, trying to keep your twitching hands at bay.

“Behave, princess.” Sevika commands, gliding the boot to your stomach. She hovers it over you, allowing you to see the chains slamming into each other. Your throat bobs, and as the boot comes down, you moan.

Whiny and choked, like when Sevika stretched you out on her fingers. The cold metal of the chains makes you gasp, hip thrusting into the air. Your thighs and the crease of your ass are soaked, slick, dripping out of you obscenely. The springs in your stomach tighten, eyes becoming blurry as you writhes in place.

Sevika adds a subtle degree of pressure on your ribs, pulling a loud, filthy gasp from your throat, and for a second, he’s sure you can come untouched just by the feel of her boot. “Har-harder,” you stutter out, fingers itching to push the boots into your ribs and stomach until your body caves into itself.

The boots slide to your hard nipples, and the hard peaks slide across the smooth bottom, as fat tears slide from your glossy brown eyes, as the chains slide around your flesh. Your jaw goes slack, tiny whimpers sliding from your throat. The coils in your stomach feel as though they’ll snap at any second.

A shuttering wave of fire crawls around your stomach until you feel too warm to move. Sevika slides the boots down to your pussy, finally pressing down on your clit. “Mommy,” You gasp, hot tears rolling down your cheeks, “I’m goi…going to cu–”

The sharp pressure of the boot disappearing from your skin makes you shake. Another sob falls from your lips. Sevika deeply inhales, her body feeling as though she’s astral projecting around the room. Her head feels dizzy, watching you be reduced to nothing but a crying, whimpering mess, begging for her boot.

“You’ll cum on my fingers, my cunt, or not at all.” You meekly whine, allowing Sevika to steer you upright by your armpit and drag you to the bed.

You fall with a soft thump, and Sevika is on you, teeth tracing your neck, peppering kisses, and sucking on the flesh. She should take her time, but the need to make you cry harder has her delirious.

“It’s okay, my pretty girl,” She whispers into your ear, licking the shell of your flesh, “You’re going to open your mouth for mommy, and make me feel good, right?”

Your head bobs dumbly before you can even register her request. It’s only when she crawls to your face, coarse hair draped all over her pussy, hovering over your face, that you finally understand. Your mouth opens involuntarily, tongue out, wishing that even the smallest drop of her arousal falls into your tongue. “Please–”

“Shh,” Sevika says softly, “Be good and stay down.”

When Sevika finally sits on your face, your belly swoops. Your hips jolt into the air, and she’s angling her hips while your tongue darts to her sopping hole, licking from it to your clit. A moan falls, ringing in your ear, and you’re unsure of whose making noises, you or her.

It’s a mesh of spit and Sevika’s own arousal as she rides your face. And you revel in it, suckling on her big, puffy clit, nearly sobbing because your pussy aches, and her whispering pretty, and filthy things into the air isn’t helping you.

“Fuckkk, tongue out baby,” She snarls, pushing all her weight on your face, while you suffocate in the sweet scent of her musk and sweat. You lie there, twitching for her until she bucks into your tongue, a slap coming down on your clit, making your legs fall open. “Atta girl.”

When Sevika gets off you, you’re dizzily staring at the ceiling, muscles twitching while tears and slick cover your face. A wet wipe runs across your face, and she’s staring you through a smirk, “Use your words, baby.”

“Hurts…want to cum, please.”

“Need to prep you, sweetheart.”

“Need it..can take it,” you moan, as her tongue laps at your pretty nipples, “Mommy, ple-please. Fuck me, fuckme.”

If Sevika could satisfy each and every one of your fantasies, she’d make her job. Day and night, allowing you to use her for your own pleasure, until her clit twitched at the mere mention of your name.

You knit your eyebrows together, begging, Sevika, to fuck you. And she smiles, rushing out of bed, hands gliding over the closet until she’s pulling a fat purple dildo and strapping a harness around her waist. She watches you, shakily bringing up your knees to your chest, hands traveling to open your pussy for Sevika, muscles tightening against nothing.

Sevika spits on the hole, and she fetches a bottle of lube, dropping a glob on your cunt, using her finger to coat you in it, while you watch with her, bottom lip etched in between your teeth. Pure heaven, staring at her with dilated pupils, silently begging to be mounted.

Sevika sinks in inch by inch, slowly, while your belly contracts, tight gasps filling the air. You feel so full, and with every inch, it’s as though Sevika will split you open. You scrabble to hold onto Sevika’s wrist, while her fingers grip onto your waist, and her nails dig into your soft skin. “So…fucking tight.”

It takes a minute for the dildo to disappear into your body. Twinges of pain eat at your lower spine, until it fizzes out, little by little. Sevika takes a deep breath, eyes shut, trying to keep her clit from twitching at the sight of you so fucking pretty and needy.

You whine for her to move, and the older woman obliges, slowly rolling her hip, until she pulls halfway in, then snaps all in. You choke on air, pussy clenching down, while your back caves into the bed. Heat pools in your lower back, and you’re scrabbling to grip onto the bed sheets as Sevika pulls out and slams back in, setting a merciless rhythm, abusing that spongy spot.

Each thrust drags along your walls, thick thighs slapping against the cleft of your ass, smacking against your lubed cheeks until it sounds as though your pussy is talking to her. A quick tremor runs through your legs, pulling high-pitched sobs and whimpers.

“Mommy,” you wail, tears sliding down relentlessly. “I—Please. Mommy, ah—let…let me cum.” Each thrust makes your mind into mush, the next one rougher and faster, until you can only curl your toes and sob, salty, hot tears coating your cheeks and lips.

Sevika smiles, hair all over her face, while she fucks into you, groaning every time, she rushes down and a jolt of vibration flutters into her clit. “Barely started fucking you, and here you are… screaming to cum.”

She groans, pulling your waist from the bed. “What a needy slut.” Sevika slams into the spot, every time, reaching for your hardened peaks with one hand while keeping your waist from falling to the bed.

She flicks the bud, pinching and pulling it, trying to milk them. You give her a choked sob, scrabbling to breathe and pull away from Sevika’s cock. “Too mu—much.” You’re being fucked within an inch of your life, body trying to accommodate the pleasure from your chest and pussy.

Your brain feels too foggy to think or tell Sevika you’re going to cum. Your stomach draws tight, and you moan, feeling the swarming warmth of your impending peak curl around your body. Sevika lets your waist drop into the bed, cock still plunged inside, and she hitches you down the bed, getting on it and spreading herself, as she pushes your knees all the way to your chest, making your spine curl up.

She’s mounting you with such intoxicating strength. “My pretty girl. Too cunt-dumb to speak.” The new angle breaks you, and you come with a shriek, hot tears leaving your face wet and pretty. You sniffle into the air, taking deep breaths while Sevika leans down to lick the salty tears.

She groans against your cheek, leaning down to kiss you again, and you melt into it, pussy tightening around the dildo as she keeps fucking you. Her pace slows down, though each drag draws tiny tears from your system, making you writhe into Sevika’s mouth, too dumb to follow Sevika’s lead while she sucks and twirls her tongue.

Sevika chases her own release, thrusting her cock with ferocity, keeping you in a state of overstimulation, pussy wet and softly twitching. Sevika bites your tongue, weight pressing into her legs, as she comes, with a groan, using your body to ride out her own orgasm.

When Sevika pulls away, your face twists in pain and pleasure, tongue lolling in the side of your mouth, face wet, and pupils dilated. And she could easily take off the harness…could…instead she uses the fat top of the eat to knock into your clit, dragging it up the swollen nerve, until you’re arching, aching, hole twitching against nothing.

You sniffle and hiccup pussy swollen and nearly gaped, clenching at nothing, while Sevika watches. She’s so tempted to take a picture and save it along with the other ones, but instead, she uncaps the warm water bottle, forcing your head up.

Time flows by slowly, in small measures, while Sevika holds the water for you, until you finish and scoops you up, taking small steps while her thigh twitches. You hum, taking small breaths, as warm water hits your sweaty skin.

Sevika slides behind you, enveloping you in her body heat, pressing a kiss on the crown of her head. “Princess?” You haven’t dozed off, you’re just there, staring at the water rushing from the faucet, soft steam oozing from it.

You move your head along Sevika’s chest, head still fuzzy, and she massages your muscles until you come back to her. You feel your face heat turn warm as a soft sting presses onto your muscles, and the phantom sensation of the boots’ heels pressing on your stomach, curls against your spine.

“You back with me, baby?” Sevika whispers, rubbing circles along your shoulders, “Feeling okay? Was the…stepping okay?”

You slowly turn, placing your wet chin on Sevika’s chest. Your muscles feel heavy, softly aching with each small movement. “It was really good. How did you know?”

“You’re not the type to ask questions when we’re humping like dogs.” She responds, laughing, all condescending and prideful. “Knew something was up when you asked about them.”

“Did you like it?” Sevika nods, a blush spreading across her face, “Maybe next time, I’ll wear my racetrack suit.”

“The red and black one?” You ask, staring at her with lidded eyes, leaning down to place a kiss on Sevika’s chest, tongue darting to lick her pebbled nipples. “Knew you liked that one, you little minx.”

The promise of the leather track suit turned into simply that. A promise. With how busy Sevika was with the mechanic shop, and your own side quests, along with looking for a job, the promise dissolved into the wind. And soon enough, it was forgotten. Neither of you complained about it, though it wasn’t like you were counting on it.

Well…a small part of you was.

The promise of the leather track suit had begun to mold itself into a recurring fantasy harassing you, in the middle of sex, when Sevika was at work, and you got so lonely, you could only rub yourself against the older woman’s old boots. But those were only for lonely days, though the boot obsession did nudge itself into your sex life, and your masturbation habits.

Once you were given the green light to hump Sevika’s boots while Sevika wore them, like some dog in heat, it became an obsession to see Sevika wearing them. Somehow, the idea of boots became ‘Sevika wearing the boots’ rather than the shoes themselves.

So the idea of Sevika in a leather racing suit, wearing racing boots, makes you slip into that fuzzy, bubbly headspace. But again, the promise of the racing suit becomes a mere slip of the tongue, at least to you anyway.

“Are we supposed to wear specific colors to cheer for Sev and Vi?” Asks Jinx, fixing her hair in the long mirror in your living room.

Caitlyn shrugs, “I don’t know. I’m not changing again.”

Jinx touches her fae, and a depleted pout makes her lean into the couch, looking over at you. “Are you wearing blue?”

You shake your head, “Red.”

Jinx is wearing leather shorts that cling to her waist, black high-top Converse, paired with a dark blue graphic t-shirt, and an old vintage Suzuki race jacket. Ekko isn’t going to be on the track, but the theme is ultimately “racing”.

Caitlyn is wearing a dark blue vintage sleepless pleated blouse with the waist cinched and an open-back design, and dark-washed jeans. Her blue leather jacket sits on the counter, just for the moment.

On the other hand, you are wearing shorts that reach your calf with only a red, black, and white polo and one of Sevika’s custom-made race jackets. You can almost smell the scent of sandalwood and smoke as if your nose was nuzzled into Sevika’s neck.

Caitlyn is the one who grabs the amber liquor bottle from the kitchen, moving with it as he brings three shot glasses, setting them down on your table, “I will be drinking in spirit, considering I’m driving.”

You can practically smell the rum from the couch, but you take the small glass. You all form a circle, and a loud clink rings in the living room. “To drinking in secret from our partners, and to them winning tonight’s race.”

The liquor burns your throat, trickling down with sheer force until it’s in your stomach. You feel loose. Not drunk. Simply loose, flowing on the thought of seeing Sevika. You make it out the door just shy of an hour before the actual race begins.

It was Jinx’s idea to drive together and leave your partners to drive together or separate as well. Sometimes it felt rare to be together without your partners breathing down your necks. Caitlyn drives just outside of the city, into a secluded wood that turns into a desert track.

From afar, they could see a myriad of cars parked side by side and a trailer on the far right side. They’re stopped by security, or really a couple of heavy-set dudes with an imprint of a gun strapped to their side. She hands them a card, and the man stares at them for a good three minutes before nodding and letting the car drive through.

“Who are they racing?” You ask, leaning into Jinx’s space, as she looks through photos Ekko has sent her of different motorcycles in Sevika’s garage.

She shrugs, “I heard it’s some old rivals. Isn’t that right, Cait?”

Caitlyn seems even more lost, “She told me this morning, but…I wasn’t paying attention.”

In the back, you have finally caught a glimpse of Sevika on Caitlyn’s phone. Your tongue feels heavy, saliva pooling around the walls of your mouth. The girls are throwing jokes around Sevika while she shows them that racing suit.

The one that makes your spine shudder, and your pussy ache from just seeing how it hugs Sevika’s biceps and thighs. Jinx hums next to you, “Maybe I should get Ekko a race suit.”

When the car is finally parked, you feel perverted walking around with the bottom of your panties soaked, and the smell of smoke and cigarettes burns in your lungs. Caitlyn leads you across the parking field to the ‘campers,’ and soon enough, Vi’s face is glistening in the sea of bodies.

Next to her is Ekko, and someone else. He tears his eyes away from Jinx and points to a camber in the back, “Vika is there waiting for her race to start.”

You give her a short nod and tell the rest, “I’ll come back”, before speed walking to the dark camper. When you’re at the door, you feel nervous. Your stomach lurches, and it feels as though you have something to hide. Something inside your guts is secretly wishing that Sevika is there, naked or perhaps with her race suit on.

You open the door, and the immediate sound of music and Sevika’s loud voices slam in your face. Sevika’s camper is exactly like her. Cold, but oddly comforting. The interior swallows any outside light that might come in. Dim yellow light cast sharp pools of warmth on the metal counters, making the space feel less like a trailer and more like a private, rock star tour bus. It smells of leather and clean metal.

A faded, blood-red Persian rug runs down the center of the narrow floor, and on that rug, is standing Sevika wearing the black and red leather race suit. Leather boots strapped onto her calf, and gloved hands looking bigger than before.

You can’t move. You quietly stare at Sevika, shoving a cereal box in her face, big, gloved hands moving like a butterfly. Behind Sevika is a large bed and fluffed pillows, which make your throat quiver.

Sevika noticed your presence. Her ears immediately perked up when you opened the door, but she stayed still, watching from her peripheral vision as your throat bobbed. After a minute, she looks at you, “My pretty girl.”

You look up, a soft gasp almost in your throat. “Hi. Came to support…you.”

Sevika smiles, putting down the cereal box. She doesn’t move yet; she simply stares at you, a knowing grin plastered on her face because seeing her pretty baby look at her as if she’s a toy is damn near blinding.

You take a step and stop, air still stuck in your throat. You take another, and it’s idiotic to continue walking, because soon enough you’re on your knees, cunt pressed tight against the hem of your shorts, trying to cup her pussy from excitement so you don’t pee yourself. Sevika stills for a second, but she doesn’t panic, merely grabbing the back of your head.

The older woman holds you still while your pink tongue darts out, hand wrapping around Sevika’s legs. Your panting, pupils dilated enough that Sevika can practically see her reflection. Sevika knows her little girl is slipping.

Each second you’re kept from attaching her tongue to Sevika’s pussy, sends you into that soft, bubbly headspace. The headspace that sends tendrils down her spine anytime Sevika cooed at you, calling herself mommy, or slapped your ass until a red mark burned on the flesh. As you try so hard to lick Sevika’s leather crotch seams, meek whines curl in your throat.

Sevika’s mouth twitches, “What does my princess need?”

Your doe eyes are on the brink of tears. You’ve stopped your hips from humping into the air by sheer force, but the pressure of her pussy rubbing the seams, and the smell of leather and oil mere inches away from your nose, have you feeling pussy-drunk.

“Sevika,” he finally manages out, a small gasp following along, “Mommy.”

The tiny clock on the side strikes nine forty, and Sevika sighs. She can be merciful now. She must be merciful now. “You get five minutes.”

You press your head into her crotch, jaw clenching as your face clashes with her mound. You suck in a deep breath, back arching as your body takes in the smell of leather, sweat, and oil. A wet hiccup leaves your lips as you lick a small stripe along the leather.

Sevika grabs the back of your head, pushing a loud mewl off your lips. Sevika clicks her teeth, “How greedy. Close that mouth for me, dove.”

You’re slow to do it, but you tongue tuck back into your mouth, and a whimper ripples around it. Like a lovesick wolf, Sevika huddles you up and places you on the small leather couch.

“That’s my good girl.” She says, checking her tone as she holds you in her arms, patting her back, trying to bring her baby back from subspace. The clock strikes ten fifteen, and your body delivers a shudder, but you can feel the material of your jeans now, and your eyes are no longer trained on the metallic curve of the ceiling overhead.

Warmth rolls through your cheeks, “Sorry…” You mumble, “I didn’t….mean-”

“Don’t apologize…I would’ve been fucking you if you hadn’t dropped to your knees.” Replies Sevika, along the shell of her ear. “We still have about ten more minutes, but I don’t want to leave you alone.”

You nod, and you find the rest of the group after sitting there listening to each other’s breathing. They’re huddled towards the back, with a plentiful vision of some of the race track. You are nudged between Jinx and Caitlyn. Sevika attached you to their side, and she turns to Vi, speaking in low tones while you hold onto her hand.

When Vi and Sevika finally move to start their motorcycles, a loud jeer of screams and cheers rings in their ears. Everyone had huddled along the race track, music pumping louder and before as if it’s in your heart. A woman in a tight, tiny leopard bra and tiny shorts, leaving a good view of her lace thongs, walks to the middle of Sevika’s motorcycle and her opponent, raising a white flag.

She waives her hips, and the sound of their engine roars against the ground’s own jeers. “Ready….” She begins.

“Steady…”

And then a roar, “GO.”

It’s pure adrenaline, hearing the scrape of their thick wheels against the dirt, and the push of the crowd. It almost feels as if time slows for a second, and one can hear every single breath they take. For that second, bliss curls against your spine, and you breathe out, letting the sound of the loud cheering and the smell of the dirt against earth wash over you.

The two motorcycles race off along the track, rushing through the white lights illuminating their sides. You can hear the swish of the motor and the thrash of pebbles and earth hitting the wheel. You blink, and the vision of Sevika’s motorcycle drawing close makes you stand up and lightly jump.

Another blink, and it’s victory. Bodies against bodies wash over them, and they pour on the tracks to Sevika. When you look again, it’s the two-second stare of Sevika’s face about to kiss you.

Two seconds, and you’re attached while Sevika explores your mouth, and sucks the outline of your gums, tasting the pineapple-flavored mint and the rum. You whine high-pitched and needy…oh so needy.

Sevika holds you, twirling you into the air for a second, before setting you on the ground with another indecent kiss. The same things through with Vi. The scent of soil and smoke, against the wave of bodies. A blink and drawing closer. A blink, and victory. Except for that time, they hurl at Vi, and while the ground pours along the ground, Sevika has licked the shell of your ears.

Her tongue swipes the peak of your ears, scraping her sharp canines along the flesh, “My pretty girl, you have no manners.” She sneers, lowly, gloved hand slapping into the crotch of your shorts.

A whiny moan squeals out of your lips, as your back arches and your pathetic pink tongue darts out. “Mommy.” It comes out pathetically breathy.

“Barely touched your cunt, and you’re already screaming,” Sevika taunts, fake disappointment laced in every word, “You’re drawing attention, Dove. Let’s take care of that.”

Sevika holds you in her arms, dragging you into the camper until you’re inside, and assumes their position. Sevika commands you, through a fist full of hair, one gloved finger swiping along your cheek.

Sevika grins, holding you mere inches away from her racing suit. Sweat has begun building in the back of her spine along the material, making her feel cool. “I won today’s race, so I think my pup should give mommy a reward, no?”

You whine, feverish and needy as your hips buck into the air. The name makes you gasp, because it had slipped out of Sevika’s mouth once, and since then, when her sultry voice says it, you become puddy in her hand.

You need to be good. You need to please mommy with your mouth and be good. The name makes heat curl along your skin, touching the back of your neck. You desperately need to be good. So fucking good.

And Sevika gleams. She knows exactly the names to use on you when she wants you reduced to nothing but a complaisant, doe-eyed, eager to please, with her pussy wet and shining. Sevika’s heavy boot saddle on your stomach, and you keens. Pleasure instills into your spine, as a solid pressure stabs into your clit. Oh, it’s covering you and so so much more.

“Stay, girl.” She says, and you stay still, waiting for a command while she moves away around. Sevika turns, and you can hear the zipper of the suit, ring, and it makes you so fucking dizzy. A soft click rings in the air, and she’s walking back to you, packer on her hip, bobs displayed on the open.

“Show me how you’re going to suck me off.”

Your jaw slackens, keening as soft leather, and gloved fingers run through your tongue. The material makes your brain into mush, as it slides so gently and easily around your tongue and down your throat. The smell of dirt, gasoline, and leather scrapes your lungs while you rock, eyes glazed and lidded, into the rough boot.

The pressure changes, and she’s sliding it down, hitting your knee again until you’re perched on the material.

Sevika fucks into your mouth, thick fingers breaking into your throat, and your eyes are rolling back, as a glob of spit materializes around your throat. When the fingers begin to slide away from her throat, you breathe in, hips twitching down.

“Sev…,” you choke out, tiny hot tears splitting down your doe-eyes, “Fu-fuck me. Fuckme. Use me. Use me.” You slur.

She leans closer to you, the sight of hair on her belly making you feel floaty, and so fucking good. Your pussy is thumping against your heart with each passing second. She holds your head, inches away from her cock, taunting you with the thick smell of musk and sweat, underlined by the leather. “You like my boots, little dove?” Sevika prompts, shuffling to slide the boots away from under you.

You’ve been too focused on the suit today and barely paid any attention to the armored monoliths of matte black leather and molded polymer around Sevika’s foot. You whimpers and nod, tongue sliding out from her mouth.

“Undress. Don’t touch. Just undress,” She commands.

Your brain swims as you slide off the leather jacket, and then the polo shirt, cold air making hardened buds twitch. You breathe through your nose, fingertips trembling as the jeans come off, leaving you in dark, lacy panties and black socks.

There’s a wet patch on your underwear, and you slide it off; clit twitching from the air. You’re naked save for the socks, and a shudder racks through your body as Sevika stares at you while she spits on her packer. ‘How cute.”

Your body heats up, and you stare, swollen lips caught in your lips, “Can I…?”

Sevika tilts her head, and the thick sole of the boots makes its slow, purposeful contact. It begins to press against the sensitive flesh of your wet folds, spurring a subtle yet sharp pleasure. A small hiccup leaves your hips.

You back arches, and your fingers drop to the three aggressive, industrial-style buckles that bite down, locking the shins in a deliberate, delicious restraint. It’s the first time you’re finally touching the material, fingertips caressing the leather and the rough material. Sevika slides down back under you, pressing the toe of the boot up.

A mewl slides from your throat, as pleasure shoots down your spine. You grind down on the leather material, pussy gliding and clit twitching with every small shift of Sevika’s foot. The older woman watches, smiling down at you.

Her filthy toy–using the boot to get off, fingers pressed, and taking.

When you open your mouth wide enough to catch a glimpse of spit pooling on your pink tongue, Sevika pushes. You leap onto it, tongue attaching to the head with a greedy suck. You bob your head up and down, throat expanding with each bob, working through Sevika’s cock as if it’s your first time.

Sevika groans, snapping her hip into you, until the tip of her cock brushes against your throat. Your body writhes in place, knees locking into the sides of the boot, the drag of your clit against the material, eating your nerves.

Sevika uses You. Fucks into her throat as spit floats down the shaft, coating her fake balls. “That’s it.” Sevika moans, rolling her hip, nestling your nose into her thick pubic hair. “Mouth wetter than a cunt, just for Mommy, isn’t that right?”

The boot presses into you, harder, and your back arches, eyes rolling into the back of her skull, body writhing and twitching as you cum on the sole of Sevika’s soiled boots.

Sevika pulls away, and you sink into the floor. Your spine is tense, and you feel fucked out. As if you’ve been brought to the edge of pressure over and over again. Slick coats the top of Sevika’s boot, and your body gives out consecutive twitches, hips flexing into the air. A mocking tone settles on her mouth. “Tsk. You got my boots dirty…how am I supposed to race tomorrow?” And she sighs, “We can’t have that, can we now? So go on, Dove. Clean mommy’s boot.”

You crawl to her on the floor, ass pointed to the air, while your tongue rakes across the small, tiny puddles on her boot. The scent of your own cum, dirt, and leather, yanks a whimper from your lips. You lick and lick, feeling the soft texture on your tongue. “That’s my good pup.”

And she yanks you back up by the air, gloved fingers rough against the clumps. Damp trails of tears coat your pretty cheeks. You really can’t help it. “Did…I do well?” Your words sound broken and raw.

Against the soft hum of the tiny AC inside the camper, Sevika nods, “So good,” and she drags you, knees scraping against the padded floor, across the Persian rugs, until your back is on the bed. “Don’t worry, little dove. ”

The click of her packer on the bed rings in the camper, and Sevika is quick to hook another toy on the ring, and your eyes flutter seeing the hyper-realistic dildo attached to her. You can see what seems to be veins on the shaft, and the head is slightly red. It’s bigger. Bigger than what she’s given you.

“I–” You whimper, “Mommy, it won’t…it won’t fit.

“Mommy will make it fit.” She coos softly, walking between your parted thighs, “Don’t you trust me? I only do what’s best for you.”

You hiccup softly, as Sevika’s fingers caress your slick folds, moving the coarse hair out of her way, and pressing into the swollen bud. Your foot kicks, toes curling, and she rubs slow, filthy circles around, making you writhe. Everything feels too much and not enough.

She stops for a second, crawling to you and lying on your side, and you give her a second before she’s pulling your face down into her chest. You suckle on her pebbled buds, tongue caressing and sucking. Each moan or tiny noise she makes has you sweating. When she pulls you away, one of her nipples is dark and nearly swollen.

“Keep going.”

You attach your mouth again, changing the position so she’s on her back, and your face is stuffed into her chest, mouth lapping and sucking while your finger pulls on the other nipple. You nibble and moan, each sound muffled by Sevika’s breath, and she caresses your hair until you pull off. A line of spit connects your mouth to her tit. “Mommy, please.”

She knows what you want, and she’s never been one to deny you. Sevika shifts you, now pressing to your body, as one finger dips inside you. You softly gasp, and then she’s down pressing her face into your pussy. Your hole clenches, while Sevika runs a flat tongue against it, scraping the thick, coarse hair.

You swallow thickly, gasping and nearly crying, as she’s fucking her tongue into your hole, inhaling the scent of sweat and soap. Sevika groans around your flesh, hole tightening against her tongue, but he fucuukkkkssss into her pretty filthy thing, slowly splitting you apart. She leans back, two leather-gloved fingers sliding into your puffy pussy.

“How does it feel, baby?” Sevika purs at you, looking down at her hand, “Need to make sure that my glove smells like your pretty pussy, tomorrow.”

Her wet, gloved hand slides out with a squeak, and Sevika grins, face morphing into that condescending look, as your pussy swallows her gloves. “More…need you inside.”

Deep breath, and a sharp exhale, when Sevika moves to mount you, pressing you in half, knees barely meeting your shoulder. Your hole flutters perfectly, while Sevika pauses to admire before, rubbing her faux dildo against your folds.

Spit and slick mix, lathering her thick, red-tipped mushroom head. She barely presses in, ever so gently, before your pussy is catching onto the head as if it’s trying to suck her into you. You keens, back arched.

You feel so fucking full, and Sevika begins to push, all the way in, grazing the perfect spot, before twisting out and slipping back in so so slow. You feel owned. You’re naked, sobbing and moaning at the feel of Sevika’s cock while Sevika is clothed, wearing every inch of herself, treating you like a second-hand toy, and it sends electric sparks across her neurons.

“Fuck,” Sevika groans out, thrusting back and setting a fast, hasty pace. The camper sounds utterly filthy, damn near pornographic with the wet sound of Sevika’s long, fake cock piercing your pussy. Schlick. Schlick. “My pretty dove.”

Schlick.

Sevika fucks into you, starving to get you full. The sound of flesh and flesh pounding is obscene, and your head is so empty, attempting to open your own pussy, “Ins-inside…plea-pleaseplease, inside.”

She groans, “Perfect, so fucking perfect. You should see how pretty your pussy looks stretched out on my strap.” and she continues opening you up, oh so filthily, chasing her own pleasure, chest heaving with pride as drool slides out of your mouth.

Sevika leans down, sucking your tongue, and you drink in her spit like some sacrilegious holy wine. Sevika tears through the walls of your pussy, skin slapping leather in a filthy wet mess.

Pleasure glides across your neurons, and she burrows her cock into your hole, carving an outline of it onto your walls and her stomach. Sevika’s hand grazes above the stomach, and she presses, clit twitching, seeing your back lift from the bed.

Schlick.

Schlick.

You clench, and walls tighten around Sevika’s cock. “‘oing to cum. Plea-please. Mommy…can I…I…” Your brain fuzzes out, thoughts turning to focus on the consecutive slaps of lightning pleasure across your spine, shutting down in your brain.

Fucking Sevika must’ve hypnostized you into a mindfucked slut, who stutters at the sound of Sevika’s fat strap cock fucking into your tight heat. Sweat beads trickle down her neck to her back like tiny spiders, as your stomach tightens, tight pussy contracting, Sevika’s cock.

You feel used, gleaming with slick and spit.

As Sevika fucks you with vigour, your clit twitches, warmth rolling in. White-hot pleasure sizzles across your back as you cum. Glazed eyes, and pink dusted cheeks with a deflected swollen cunt. Sevika should take a picture and have it as her wallpaper. “MOMMY.”

“Don’t worry, Dove mommy’s going to fill you up, mhmkay?” He sighs against You’s tear-soaked cheeks, inhaling her soft scent of flowers and sweat, “I’m gonna make your pussy feel really good for nine months, baby.”

You nod, pleasure-hazed, overstimulation slowly setting in with sharp measures of pain across your spine. White-hot pain that fizzled into pleasure, then pain again. Sevika chases that final high that aches in pussy. And her stomach clenches, nestling her fake cock into your walls. Sevika milks her orgasm through your pathetic, needy whines, crying to stop while pushing her ass out, chasing pleasure again.

When you’re both down, you’re flipped to lean on Sevika’s chest, pussy aching, and skin sweaty and hot. Despite lying in wool material, by some force, a coldness fused with your heat settled between you both. Your eyes are glazed and lidded, pupils dilated, staring into the spaces.

A thin white dim light peeks through the heavy blinds, cutting into the room. A ray of the moon, while Sevika and her pretty girl basque in their glory. Your limbs are tangled with hers through the night, right through the swarm of warm bodies collecting their cars to leave. “You okay, Princess?”

You nod weakly, latching your mouth on her nipple and arm wrapped around her waist. In the middle of the night, the camper is hit with a sound complaint from a few people, but Sevika says something along the lines of “I’ll take care of it.” And that she does.

By the morning, uncomfortableness settles in. Your body aches, and cold sweat sticks to your flesh. You both run back to the apartment, showering together in a bone-warming temperature. Then, nuzzling into each other’s heat, sleeping in the entire day, it feels too much.

Sevika is the first to wake up in the middle of the day, when the dark blue and the sun are halfway down the earth, sending tiny orange rays through the window. “Mommy wasn’t too mean…was I?”

You duck her head into her chest, “I like it when you’re mean…and we have a word. I didn’t use it.”

“Did you like the racing suit?”

You nod, hands tracing down Sevika’s firm stomach, until they’re touching the little ridges on her boxers, “Can mommy wear it again?”

a/n: yes, i do have a mommy thing...no i will not repent for it. Thank you for reading :)

mdni | content: dirty talk, vibrators, consensual drugging, nipple play, impact play, vaginal sex, squirting a/n: This is very short for my usual work, but it was my first attempt at a half-assed plot lol. It's mainly smut. Need this to happen to me...

To many outsiders, your boyfriend, Kento, is the picture of respectful and hardworking. You don’t disagree with hardworking, but ‘respectful’...that is a word that can only half-describe Nanami. He’s a secret pervert who enjoys seeing you in the throes of pleasure and gets off on your masochism. 

Club 09 is loud. There are a myriad of bodies sprayed on the floor, dancing and grinding on each other as the music flows into each other. You’ve only had three drinks, but from the corner of your eyes, you can see Nanami order one more for you. 

He hasn’t drunk anything. Since you’ve both arrived, walked to the corner of the club, and sat down, Nanami has slyly given you every drink his friends have rushed to him. The bottle girl comes to the table and presses the cup down. 

Nanami smiles, and while you dance in your spot, you can see from your peripheral vision as he drops in a single pill and swirls the cup. It makes the drink fizz for a second before disappearing. He squeezes your thigh and passes the drink, “Here, my princess, drink all of it.”

Your cheeks redden, fingers wrapping around the cold cup, and slowly downing the drink, hearing a small fizz from the cup. “Let’s dance a little.”

“I’ll watch.” 

You pout, but shrug and walk away from the table, moving your shoulders and hips at the rhythm of the music. It’s loud enough that you can almost feel the bass thumping in your ear, making your heart beat in unison. Everything smells of sweat and smoke, as people roll on each of your sides. 

From afar, you can see Nanami watching you, eyes trained on the way you swing your hips, and get low on the ground before picking yourself back up. You like the club. You like how loud the music is, and how there’s enough going on that there’s no space for you to stop and assess whether you’re dancing too drunkenly or if you’re off beat. 

You dance through two songs until your limbs begin to feel heavy, and everything begins to move slowly and fast. Heat ripples through your body, and the strobe lights blend into each other. 

You can’t decipher anything the lyrics say, and a strong warmth makes your lower belly ache. Heat rushed through your pussy, and your clit twitches, as goosebumps spread over your skin, while you sway back and forth, and you barely notice Nanami’s hand around your waist.

He moves you around, though each step of yours is dragged, and your strength depletes as the seconds go by. You hold onto the side of Nanami’s shirt, trying to ball your hand into a fist, and sensing an odd numbness set into your body. “Nanami.” You slur out, into his skin.

Next to you, he wears a proud smile, holding you upright. “I know, baby, I know,” he says, faux sympathy dripping from his voice. “I’ll take care of you.”

Flashes of blonde hair and blue eyes cross around your vision until you’re placed inside the familiar black car that smells of black ice and leather. Ecstasy drips into your veins, and your hips buck into the seat, making your dress hitch at your thighs. 

Each movement sends a sliver of pleasure across your flesh, until your fingers itch to take everything off. Underneath your dress, you can almost feel the two bandages across your nipples. “Nanami. I-I feel…hot,” you whine, trying to clumsily unclasp your shoes. 

Nanami’s big hands come across your back, until they slide to the back of your head, pushing you back until your back hits the seat, “Stay still, baby, can’t have you throwing up.”

You whimper, loud and needy, clawing at his hand, “Sir, I want to…tak-take it off.” It’s as if each word is being pulled forcibly out of you. Their jumbled, slurred blending in until a bunch of nothing seems to be falling from your lips. 

“When we get home.”

Those words echo in your head, while flashes of light pass through your visions. You are nothing and everything at once. You barely feel when Nanami pulls you from the car, carrying you into your shared apartment. Only a whisk of air, and then coldness with the scent of blue spruce and cedar. 

More cold air, and when you flutter your eyes open, Nanami has cuffed your hands to the bed and taped the two small pink vibrators around your nipples. They’re swollen, and each time you twitch, pain flashes through you. 

“Sir…what ar-are you…do-doing?”

He smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “Shh, it’s okay. A whole sentence is a lot,” he whispers, lathering kisses along your collarbone, fingers playing with the flesh of your stomach. “Don’t you want me to make you feel better?”

It takes a second for your body to catch up, but you feverishly nod, body softly twitching from the cold. From your blurry vision, a smile creeps to Nanami’s face, and the sudden rush of vibrations on your swollen nipples has you gasping. A ripple of pleasure and pain rips through your body, making your back cave into the mattress. 

As your body trashes, and your loud moans can be heard from outside the door, each buzz makes your cunt clench and coat your thighs with slick. Tears begin to blur your vision while the clink of the metal cuffs against the bedpost rings in unison with the vibration. Each second is filled with your meek whimpers and whines, trying to keep your system from sobbing until everything stops. 

“How do you feel, princess?” Nanami coes, fingers traveling to your cunt until two fingers press into your swollen clit. He clicks his teeth, “Too dumb to answer?”

“Sir…hu-hurts,” You whine out, digging your feet into the mattress. Each of your words makes Nanami preen, and he stops touching you, moving to the corner of the room. He sits down, spreading his legs, with a condescending smile.

“If you can come from just your nipples, then maybe I’ll touch you.” He sneers playfully, unclasping his belt. From the bed, you can see him take his cock out, softly hissing before spitting on the head. 

You shake your head, taking a large gasp of air, “Sir, please…haven’t I-I’ve good.” You sob, feeling the vibrations begin again, softly before fully picking up speed against your swollen buds. Your aches, with each rumble of the vibration, and a wet hiccup rolls from your lips. 

Through blurry visions, Nanami wraps his hand around his cock, spitting on it before he spreads it down the shaft, bucking into his hip. A low groan mingles with your moans, precum spilling from Nanami’s slit.

You’re loud, mewling and sobbing into the air, the metal of the cuffs ringing into the air. Warmth crashes through your lower spine, and you’re so close, yet so far, pussy pulsating and dripping with slick. The bullets stop, and you take a deep breath, “Sir–”

Nanami moves, softly growling before he’s straddling your upper body. His cock is pushed to your lips, but you keep them pressed, shaking your head. “Open.” You shake your head, making Nanami’s precum spread across your tight lips. 

You keep your lips pressed until the vibrations roll through again, forcing your mouth open. But he never sinks in, simply sliding his cock inside your mouth, letting the weight settle in your bones. He pulls himself out, dragging his cock across your face, and your tongue darts to his balls, ripping a moan from his throat. 

“Fuck,” He moans, “you get slutter when you’re drunk…thinking only with your pussy.”

You whimper, and you’re lost in the pleasure, licking and suckling him until spit dribbles down the side of your chin. Nnami slaps the tip on your tongue, finally sinking into your mouth, using your hallowed cheeks to scrape against his red slit. 

He uses you while the vibration of the pink bullet makes you buck, and you suck harder, pushing your face down. Nanami bucks into your face, drowning you in his cock until your nose is pressed into his blonde naval hairs. Your throat flexes against Nanami’s cock. 

And as he pulls away, you chase after him, panting and pressing a sloppy kiss on the head. Your head falls back, when the feeling of heat gets too much, and your pussy aches, clamping over nothing. “m close…close, sir–”

“Want Sir to make you feel good?”

You nod, eyes glossy and lidded, fat tears rolling down your cheek, “Please. Please. Need it.” You whine, while Nanami keeps away from you, finally turning off the vibration. 

“Say thank you.” 

“Thank you, thank you…Thank you.” You pant out, and Nanami laughs, pushing off and travelling down your lower body. He slides his hand under your thigh, watching your pussy glisten, and he spits on you while he glides his cock across your aching cunt.

 A filthy noise fills the room, and he bumps the head of his cock into your clit, kissing it, and sending ripples of bliss through you. He pushes in slowly, only the head before smirking at you, and thrusting inside with one swoop. “Fuc–”

A squeal falls from your lips, and your bucking back into Nanami’s cunt while a rhythmic wet schlick sound rings. He fucks into you at a hurried pace, groaning and moaning while you mewl and whimper, each roll pushing you further down. Your foot kicks, and you're scrambling for purchase on the bed, nails digging into the sheets. 

Nanami laughs above you, “Your cunt keeps sucking me…” And his hand slaps down, hitting your swollen bud. Another hit rings, but down the outside of your thigh, making you clamp down on his cock. Each drag against your wall makes you hypersensitive. 

He bucks again, twitching inside, and your swoops, goosebumps rushing over your skin. Your muscles constrict, and you're lifting off the bed, pussy gushing when the vibrators turn on, pushing a sob from your throat. Nanami watches as you squirt on his cock, liquid rushing down while you jolt and sob. 

The mere realisation of it makes his balls twitch, and he’s cumming inside you, nails digging into your waist. “Fuck…fuck…”

“Sir–” You gasp out, feeling the weight of his body fall onto yours. Nanami’s lips swallow your meek, needy moans, pushing inside your mouth, tongue licking you open. You can taste something akin to lemon on his tongue, and he tastes every ounce of amber in yours. 

A small shudder rips through your skin as he continues to fuck into you, forcing you to ride out your orgasm. And you feel his come mix with yours, slowly making a white ring around the base of his cock. The sound is obscene even as you both finish.

 A soft click rushes to your ear, and you pull down your hands, moving them to Nanami’s face, until he kisses the inside of your wrist. He presses down, and you feel the sweat on his face. “Thank you, Sir.”