Miss Sin

Vi’s jaw flexed, her hands dropping from her arms to brush against your waist, fingertips grazing enough to make you shiver. She leaned in closer, and before you could react, she pressed her lips to yours, quick and claiming, teasing without hesitation.

The kiss pulled a low, amused chuckle from your chest before it left, heat pooling there, mind spinning. You didn’t step back, didn’t even think to—this was too good to interrupt.

A scrape of boots on metal made both of you lift your heads just slightly. Sevika was in the doorway, cigar long spent, one eyebrow raised, watching the scene with quiet interest.

“Well,” she said, voice smooth, “looks like the ghost of the heist wasn’t the only thing that got stolen tonight.”

Vi’s hands didn’t leave you. Your chin tipped up to meet her gaze, eyes dark and unrepentant. You smirked, leaning into her a fraction, enough that Sevika could see your cheek brush against Vi’s chest.

Sevika’s laugh was low, almost approving, as she stepped fully into the room, closing the space around the three of you. 

You rested a hand lightly against the table, pulse racing, watching the way Vi’s fingers lingered along your sides. She wasn’t letting go. 

Sevika walked over to the worn chair in the corner, dropping into it with a creak of metal and leather. Her cigar glowed between her fingers as she took a long drag, exhaling a lazy plume that curled toward the ceiling. 

Her eyes, sharp and predatory, locked onto you and Vi, the corner of her mouth twitching in that infuriating smirk.

"Don't stop on my account," Sevika drawled, voice rough from the smoke, gesturing with the cigar like it was a conductor's baton. "Continue. I'm invested now."

You opened your mouth to protest—what the hell did she mean by that?—but Vi was already moving, her lips crashing back onto yours before the word could escape. 

The kiss was deeper this time, hungrier, her tongue slipping past your teeth to tangle with yours, stealing your breath and any coherent thought. Your hands fisted in her shirt, pulling her closer even as confusion flickered in your mind.

Vi's arms hooked under your thighs without warning, lifting you effortlessly onto the edge of the table. The wood was cool against your ass through your pants, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body as she stepped between your legs. 

You hesitated for a split second, glancing toward Sevika, but Vi's mouth was on yours again, demanding, and you couldn't help but kiss her back—fierce, needy, your fingers threading into her hair to hold her there.

She broke away just enough to trail her lips down your jaw, nipping at the skin before latching onto your neck. Her teeth grazed your pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and a soft moan slipped from your throat. 

Your eyes darted to Sevika despite yourself. 

She was lounging back in the chair, legs spread wide, one hand resting on her thigh while the other brought the cigar to her lips. She watched with lazy intensity, her gaze raking over you like she was appraising a prize.

Sevika caught your stare and arched a brow, mouthing a mocking 'What?' with exaggerated innocence, her free hand gesturing vaguely as if to say, Go on, then.

You rolled your eyes, a sigh escaping as Vi's mouth worked lower, her hands sliding up your stomach. 

The exasperation melted into something hotter under Sevika's scrutiny, her presence adding an edge to the air that made your skin prickle.

Vi didn't give you time to dwell. Her palms pressed against your shoulders, guiding you back until you were fully reclined on the table, the ruby rolling forgotten to the side. 

She loomed over you, eyes blazing with that mix of challenge and desire, her fingers hooking into the hem of your shirt. 

"Relax," she murmured against your collarbone, voice gravelly. "I've got you."

She tugged your shirt up and over your head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. Her mouth followed the path of exposed skin, kissing along your ribs, her breath hot and teasing. 

Your bra came next—Vi's fingers deft as she unclasped it, peeling the fabric away to bare your breasts to the cool air. She paused, admiring for a beat, then leaned down to take one nipple between her lips, sucking firmly while her hand kneaded the other.

A gasp tore from you, hips arching up instinctively. Sevika's low chuckle cut through the haze, drawing your eyes back to her. She'd set the cigar in the ashtray, grinding it out slowly, the ember hissing as it died. 

Her hand drifted lower now, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants, fingers disappearing as she started to touch herself. 

The sight—Sevika's hand moving beneath her pants, her eyes never leaving the two of you—sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your legs.

"Look at you, Vi," Sevika taunted, voice husky from her own building arousal. "Bet you can't make her scream louder than I can."

Vi lifted her head, lips glistening, and shot Sevika a glare that held more heat than real anger. 

"Shut it and enjoy the show, Sev. Or are you jealous already?" She didn't wait for a retort, her hands moving to your pants, yanking them down along with your panties in a swift pull. Cool air hit your bare pussy, and you shivered, legs parting on their own as Vi settled between them.

She hooked your knees over her shoulders, pulling you closer to the table's edge. Her eyes met yours before she dipped her head. The first swipe of her tongue was slow, deliberate—flat and broad against your folds, tasting you from entrance to clit. 

You whimpered, fingers scrabbling at the table's surface for purchase.

Vi's mouth was relentless after that. She licked into you, tongue thrusting shallowly before 

circling your clit with firm, teasing pressure. 

Her hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as she sucked your clit between her lips, flicking it with the tip of her tongue. The wet sounds of her eating you out filled the bunker, mingling with your ragged breaths and the subtle shift of fabric from Sevika's corner.

You stole glances at Sevika, her pants pushed down just enough, fingers plunging in and out of her own pussy, thumb rubbing circles over her clit. 

The way she watched—unblinking, biting her lip—pushed you higher, the thrill of her gaze making every sensation sharper. 

Vi hummed against you, the vibration shooting straight to your core, and you bucked against her face.

"Fuck, Vi—" The words dissolved into a moan as she slipped two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that lit something wild behind your eyes.

She pumped them steadily, matching the rhythm of her tongue lashing your clit.

Sevika's breaths grew heavier, her free hand tweaking her own nipple through her shirt. "That's it, Vi. Make her drip for you. Though I'd have her begging by now."

Vi growled low in her throat, the sound buzzing against your skin, and redoubled her efforts—fingers thrusting deeper, tongue swirling faster. 

The pressure built unbearably, coiling tight in your belly. Sevika's eyes on you, Vi's mouth devouring you—it was too much, the dual assault of their attention shattering your control.

You came with a cry, thighs clamping around Vi's head as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your pussy clenched around her fingers, pulsing as you gushed against her lips, coating her chin. 

Vi didn't stop, lapping you through it, drawing out every shudder until you were limp and gasping on the table.

She finally pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a smug grin splitting her face as she looked up at you. Then, to Sevika: "Your turn. Or you just gonna sit there fingering yourself all night?"

Sevika's laugh was breathy, her hand still moving lazily between her legs. "Keep talking, Vi. See what happens." Her gaze flicked to you. "But damn if that wasn't a hell of a start."

Before you could catch your breath, Sevika was on her feet, crossing the room in two strides. 

Her hand clamped around your wrist, firm and unyielding, yanking you upright. She shoved Vi aside with her shoulder, causing Vi to stumble back a step with a surprised grunt.

"You’re right, it is my turn," Sevika growled, not looking back as she dragged you toward the adjoining bedroom door, her grip leaving faint red marks on your skin.

Vi straightened, rubbing her arm. "Hey—"

But Sevika ignored her, flinging open the door and hauling you inside. The bedroom was dimly lit, the bed unmade and inviting, a sturdy dresser against the far wall. She released your wrist only to grab your waist, spinning you and tossing you onto the mattress. 

You bounced once, sheets tangling around your legs, heart pounding as you propped yourself on your elbows to watch her.

Sevika moved to the dresser, pulling open a drawer with a scrape. She fished out a black harness, the strap-on attached gleaming under the low light. 

She stepped into it efficiently, buckling the straps tight around her hips. The sight made your core clench, still sensitive from Vi's mouth.

The door creaked open behind her. Vi stood there, arms crossed.

She scoffed, leaning against the frame. "You don't share well, do you, Sevika?"

Sevika glanced over her shoulder, smirking as she tightened the last strap. "Got impatient. You took your sweet time out there."

Vi's eyes narrowed into a glare, jaw tight. She shot you a quick look—possessive, frustrated—before turning on her heel and stalking out, the door slamming shut behind her.

Sevika's attention snapped back to you, her expression darkening. She moved to the bed, the toy bobbing with each step, and leaned over you, one knee dipping the mattress. 

Her weight pinned you lightly as her lips crashed onto yours—rough, demanding, her tongue invading your mouth like she owned it. You tasted the faint smoke on her breath, her free hand cupping your jaw to angle you deeper.

She broke the kiss with a nip to your lower lip, her hand trailing down your body. Fingers slid between your thighs, parting your slick folds to find your clit, swollen and aching. 

She rubbed it in slow, firm circles, just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch into her touch, your hips rolling instinctively.

The door swung open again. Vi strode back in, she had her strap-on attached now too. Her eyes locked onto yours across the room, and she grinned—slow, tilting her head with that cocky edge, like she knew exactly what you needed.

You held her gaze, heat flooding your cheeks and core. Sevika's fingers paused as you pushed against her chest, breaking the contact. 

"If either of you want to fuck me," you said, voice breathy but firm, "you need to kiss."

Sevika pulled back, brows furrowing in annoyance. "What?"

Vi halted mid-step, irritation flashing across her face. "Oh come on, cupcake."

Sevika straightened with a sigh, her competitive streak igniting. She stood from the bed, the strap-on jutting out aggressively, and closed the distance to Vi in a blur. 

Grabbing Vi's arm in a vice grip, she yanked her forward and tossed her onto the bed beside you. 

Vi landed with a thud, cursing loudly. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Sevika didn't answer with words. She climbed on top,in between Vi’s thighs, the strap-on pressing against Vi’s stomach. 

Her hands braced on either side of Vi's head as she leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. 

Vi's body stiffened for a moment, her hands coming up to push Sevika away, but then she relented, kissing back with equal fire. Their lips clashed in a messy, heated battle, tongues tangling and teeth nipping as they poured all their pent-up tension into the kiss.

You watched from mere inches away, your pulse racing as their bodies pressed together. Sevika's hands roamed over Vi's chest, yanking her shirt up and over her head before discarding it carelessly. Next, she peeled off Vi's sports bra, exposing her firm breasts, nipples already hardening in the cool air.

Vi retaliated, tugging Sevika's shirt free and revealing the taut muscles of her torso. Her fingers hooked into Sevika's sports bra, but Sevika swatted her hands away with a sharp smack, pinning them briefly before releasing.

Instead, Sevika dipped her head, her mouth latching onto one of Vi's nipples. She sucked hard, her tongue flicking the sensitive peak before grazing it with her teeth. 

Vi arched her back, a muffled groan escaping as she bit her lower lip, fighting to stay quiet. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure washed through her.

The sight ignited you, arousal pooling hot and insistent. Your hand drifted down, fingers slipping between your legs to rub your clit in time with Sevika's mouth on Vi. 

You circled it slowly, dipping lower to spread your wetness, as you watched them grind together, hips rolling in unspoken rhythm.

Vi's restraint cracked with a soft gasp, her hands fisting the sheets. You couldn't resist anymore, crawling closer on your knees and leaning in to press your lips to Vi's, kissing her deeply. 

She moaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating between you, her tongue seeking yours.

Sevika sat up abruptly, her mouth lifting from Vi's chest. She watched you and Vi locked in that kiss, her dark eyes narrowing with a mix of hunger and impatience. 

A low, possessive groan rumbled from her throat as she reached over and delivered a sharp spank to your ass. The sting bloomed across your skin, making you gasp into Vi's mouth, your body jolting forward.

You broke the kiss just enough to glance at Sevika, but she was already shifting her gaze downward, fixating on the harness still buckled around Vi's hips. 

The strap-on bobbed every time Vi shifted, and Sevika's lips curved into a wicked smirk as she hooked her fingers into the straps, unbuckling them.

Vi pulled away from your lips fully, her blue eyes snapping to Sevika with a fierce glare. "Now what are you doing?" she snarled, her voice laced with defiance, her chest heaving.

Sevika just grinned wider, unfazed, her fingers working the harness free. 

She tugged it off Vi's hips and tossed it aside with a clatter, then gripped the waistband of Vi's boxers. In one fluid motion, she yanked them down Vi's thighs, exposing her completely.

Vi's hand shot out, grabbing at Sevika's wrist. "Fuck, wait—"

But it was too late. The boxers fell to the ground, and Sevika's eyes dropped to the sight between her legs—Vi's pussy, already glistening with arousal, folds swollen and slick. Sevika grinned, her gaze lingering as she drank in the view.

You couldn't help but look too, your eyes flicking down to take in Vi's exposed sex, the wetness shining in the dim light. Heat surged through you, and you bit your lower lip hard, pulse throbbing. 

Then you dragged your gaze back up to Vi's face. She met your eyes with a crooked smirk, a spark of challenge and vulnerability mixing there, her cheeks flushed.

Leaning in, you captured her lips again in a softer kiss, reassuring, your hand cupping her jaw as your tongue slipped past her teeth. Vi sighed into it, her tension easing slightly under your touch.

Sevika's fingers trailed down, dragging through Vi's slick folds with a slow, teasing stroke. She parted Vi’s lips gently, circling her entrance before sliding up to brush Vi's clit. 

Vi paused mid-kiss, her body going rigid as a deep groan tore from her throat, vibrating against your lips.

"Look at you, all soaked and needy," Sevika murmured, her voice a low taunt, fingers dipping just inside Vi's pussy before withdrawing. "Pretending you're in charge while your cunt practically begs for me."

Vi's eyes flashed with a glare over your shoulder, her jaw clenching, but she didn't pull away—instead, her hips twitched involuntarily toward Sevika's hand.

Sevika chuckled darkly, then swatted Vi's inner thighs with a firm smack, forcing her legs wider apart. 

Vi's muscles tensed, but she spread for her, knees falling open. Sevika slid down the bed, positioning herself between Vi's thighs, her broad shoulders nudging them further.

You pulled back from the kiss, turning to watch, arousal twisting hot in your core at the erotic display. 

Sevika's eyes locked onto yours, intense and commanding, holding your gaze as she leaned in. 

Her tongue flicked out, flat and broad, licking a long stripe up Vi's pussy.

Vi groaned loudly, her head falling back against the pillow. 

"Shit, Sevika—fuck you," she cursed through gritted teeth, hands fisting the sheets once again, but her hips bucked up greedily.

Sevika's mouth sealed over Vi's clit, sucking firmly while her tongue swirled, eyes never leaving yours. The wet sounds filled the room, obscene and rhythmic.

Vi's arm snaked around your waist suddenly, pulling you on top of her. 

Your body draped over hers, breasts pressing to her chest, your back to Sevika as Vi's hands roamed your body. 

She tried to focus on you, her fingers digging into your hips, but her face twisted with pleasure—brows furrowing, lips parting on ragged breaths—as Sevika's tongue delved deeper, lapping at her folds and thrusting inside her pussy.

Vi's abs clenched under you, her thighs quivering around Sevika's head. She captured your mouth again in a desperate kiss, but it was fractured, interrupted by gasps and moans as Sevika ate her out relentlessly, tongue fucking into her with wet, slurping strokes.

The vibrations of Vi's moans hummed against your lips, her body arching beneath you, slick skin sliding together. You ground your hips down instinctively, your own arousal dripping onto her lower stomach, clit throbbing with need.

Vi broke the kiss with a ragged breath, her hand sliding between your bodies. Two fingers pushed inside your pussy without warning. 

“Ride me,” Vi growled low, voice strained from Sevika's mouth devouring her clit, sucking hard enough to make her thighs quake.

You gasped, nodding as you started to move, rocking your hips back onto her fingers. They stretched you perfectly, thrusting deep with each roll of your body, her palm grinding against your clit. 

The angle was awkward but intoxicating—your breasts dragged over her chest, nipples pebbling against her skin as you fucked yourself on her hand. 

Sevika didn't let up, her tongue lashing Vi's entrance, lips sealed around the swollen nub, humming vibrations that had Vi's fingers faltering inside you before plunging harder.

“Fuck, yes,” you whimpered, pace quickening, pussy clenching around Vi's fingers as heat coiled tight in your belly. 

Vi's free hand gripped your ass, guiding your rhythm, her own breaths turning to desperate pants. Sevika's eyes burned into your back, watching the way your body undulated, but she focused on Vi—tongue flicking faster, fingers joining to spread her wider, pumping in and out.

Vi came first, her pussy spasming against Sevika's face as she cried out, hips bucking wildly. 

Her fingers hooked inside you, rubbing that ridge until your orgasm crashed over you too—walls fluttering, juices soaking her hand as you shuddered atop her, moaning into her collarbone. Waves of pleasure ripped through you both, bodies trembling in sync, the room thick with the scent of sex.

Sevika pulled back with a slick pop, her chin glistening with Vi's cum, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. 

You started to sit up, muscles lax from release, but Sevika's palm pressed firm between your shoulder blades, shoving you back down onto Vi's chest. Your breasts squished against her, faces inches apart, her blue eyes meeting yours with a mix of lingering haze and fresh hunger.

Before Vi could say anything, Sevika positioned herself behind you, the bed dipping as she nudged Vi's thighs wider with her knees. The tip pressed against Vi's entrance, slick and sensitive from her climax. Sevika thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying the strap deep into Vi's pussy.

Vi's eyes went wide, a sharp inhale escaping her as her body tensed beneath you, inner walls stretching around the intrusion. You felt every twitch, her abs clenching against your stomach. Leaning down, you brushed a light kiss to her cheek, then trailed softer ones along her jaw. 

“Take it,” you murmured against her skin, voice soothing as you nipped her neck, sucking a mark there to ground her. 

Sevika chuckled low, her hips flush against the back of Vi's thighs as she bottomed out. “That's right, tough girl. Your pussy's gripping me like it never wants me to stop. So fucking tight after I ate you out—bet you love being filled like this.” 

Vi's glare shot over your shoulder, but it melted into a groan as Sevika started fucking into her—slow, deep strokes that made the bed creak. Each push forward jolted Vi's body up into yours, her arms wrapping tight around your back, hugging you down hard like an anchor. 

Her nails bit into your skin, breaths hot against your cheek as she buried her face into the crook of your neck, groaning with every thrust. “Shit—oh fuck, Sevika…”

The rhythm built, Sevika's pace turning punishing, hips snapping forward to bury the toy to the hilt in Vi's dripping heat. Wet slaps echoed, Vi's pussy squelching around the silicone as she took it, body rocking beneath you. 

Then Sevika pulled out abruptly, the strap glistening with Vi's juices. She shifted up, aligning the tip with your entrance from behind. 

You were still draped over Vi, ass raised just enough, and Sevika didn't hesitate—thrusting in deep, filling your pussy in one go. You gasped sharply, the stretch burning sweet as you moaned into Vi's neck, face pressed to her pulse point. “Ah—fuck, yes…”

Vi's hands slid up your back, holding you close as Sevika fucked into you, each drive pushing you forward into Vi's embrace. The angle had the strap hitting deep, rubbing your walls until sparks ripped through your vision. You whimpered, hips pushing back to meet her, pussy clenching greedily.

Vi tilted her head, lips brushing your ear with a sly whisper. “ Just know I could fuck you better.”

Sevika's hand shot out, fingers pinching Vi's nipples hard, making Vi hiss and arch.

 “Keep talking shit, and I'll make you beg for it next time,” Sevika growled, but her thrusts didn't falter, slamming into you harder in retaliation.

She alternated then, pulling out of you with a wet slide and plunging back into Vi, who groaned and clutched you tighter. Back and forth—fucking Vi's pussy until she was writhing, then switching to yours, the strap coated in both your need. 

The constant motion had you both moaning in tandem, bodies slick with sweat, Vi's arms locked around you as pleasure built again. 

Sevika’s breaths turned ragged, the sight below her undoing her completely, the chaos she’d made of you both enough to tip her over the edge.

Vi shattered first this time, her pussy convulsing around the strap as she came with a guttural cry, hugging you down so tight your ribs ached, her release soaking the sheets. 

The sight of it pushed you over, your orgasm ripping through you as Sevika pulled out of Vi and buried deep one last time, your walls milking the toy while you sobbed into Vi's neck.