#shimmer

Taste of the shimmer

Dom! Sevika x sub! Reader

Warnings: pretty rough sex, strap-on, slight blood mention, choking, marking, degrading, slight breeding kink

The apartment door clicked shut behind Sevika, the heavy sound cutting through the quiet like a warning. She stood in the hallway, jacket slung over one shoulder, golden eyes narrowing at the open black box resting on the coffee table. The hex strap gleamed inside—thick, ridged, veins of living violet shimmer already pulsing faintly like it had a heartbeat of its own.

You watched her throat work as she swallowed.

“You’re serious,” she said, voice low and rough. Not a question. A statement laced with something heavier than lust.

“I am.” You stood, stepping close enough to smell the faint leather-and-gun-oil scent still clinging to her skin. “I want you like this. Just once. I checked your bloodwork—you’re clean. Months off shimmer. This is controlled. Safe.”

Sevika’s cybernetic arm flexed, metal fingers curling into a loose fist at her side. Her human hand came up instead, cupping your jaw with surprising gentleness. “Safe,” she echoed, almost bitter. “You don’t get it. That thing syncs straight to my nerves. I’ll feel every flutter, every squeeze, every time your cunt tries to pull me deeper. I’ve hurt people before without meaning to. I don’t… I don’t want to look down and see you crying because I got lost in it and broke you.”

Her eyes searched yours, raw and honest in a way she rarely let anyone see.

You turned your face into her palm, kissing the scarred knuckles. “Then start slow. Stay with me. I trust you. I want you to lose control—but only when I say I can take it.”

She exhaled through her nose, jaw tight, but finally nodded once. “Bedroom. You set the pace at first.”

You led her down the hall, heart hammering. In the bedroom you helped her step into the harness, buckling the thick straps over her powerful hips while her eyes stayed locked on your face. The moment the base pressed against her clit and the tech connected, a low groan tore from her chest. The violet veins lit brighter, throbbing in time with her pulse.

“Fuck,” she whispered, wrapping her human hand around the thick shaft like she was testing its weight. “It’s already warm. Alive.” She looked at you again, hesitation still flickering. “Tell me if it’s too much. Anytime. I stop.”

You stripped for her slowly—letting her watch every inch of skin appear—then crawled onto the bed on your back, thighs spread wide. “Come here, Sevika.”

She moved like she was afraid the mattress would shatter, climbing over you, caging you with those strong arms. The blunt, glowing head of the strap nudged your slick entrance, already leaking faint violet shimmer-lube. She didn’t push in. Just rested there, letting you feel the heat, the subtle throb.

Her mouth found yours—slow, deep, almost reverent. Tongues sliding lazy and wet while her human fingers circled your clit with careful, teasing pressure until you were dripping, hips lifting toward her. Only then did she start to ease forward.

One thick inch. Two. She froze when you gasped, eyes snapping to your face.

“Still good?”

“More,” you breathed. “Feels so fucking good already.”

Another inch. The shimmer veins dragged along your walls, warm and tingling, feeding every flutter straight back to her nerves. Her whole body shuddered.

“God… I feel you,” she rasped, voice cracking. “So tight. Like you’re sucking me in.”

She bottomed out carefully, hips flush, and stayed perfectly still—breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours, letting you adjust. You could see the war on her face: raw hunger battling the fear of hurting you.

You rolled your hips once, experimentally. Sevika’s eyes slammed shut.

“Baby—don’t—fuck—”

You did it again, clenching deliberately around her. Her control frayed.

She started moving—long, deliberate rolls of her hips, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep and slow. Each stroke dragged every ridge and glowing vein along your walls. The shimmer warmed inside you, spreading liquid heat that made your toes curl.

“Good girl,” she murmured against your neck, kissing, sucking marks into your skin. “Taking every inch so pretty for me.”

You raked your nails down her back—light at first, then harder as pleasure coiled tighter. Sevika hissed, back arching into the sting.

“Again,” she growled. “Scratch me. Mark me up.”

Your nails dug in deeper on the next thrust, dragging red lines down the muscle of her shoulders. She groaned, low and filthy, hips snapping a little harder.

The pace built—still controlled, but heavier now. The wet slap of her hips meeting yours filled the room. Her human hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat—firm, possessive, thumb pressing just under your jaw so your head tilted back. Not cutting off air, just holding. Owning.

“Look at me,” she ordered, voice dark. “This pussy is mine. No one else ever gets to feel you like this. Mine to stretch. Mine to fill.”

You moaned around the pressure of her hand, walls fluttering harder around the strap. The choking made everything sharper—every thrust, every pulse of shimmer inside you. Sevika’s eyes darkened, pupils blown wide.

“Yeah? You like when I own you like this?” She squeezed a fraction tighter, just enough to make your vision spark. “Like knowing I could ruin you and you’d still beg for more?”

“Yes—fuck, Sevika—yours—”

She fucked you deeper then, hips rolling in that perfect grind that dragged the glowing head against your g-spot on every stroke. The reservoir kicked in without warning.

The first hot spurt of synthetic shimmer-cum flooded you—thick, glowing violet, pulsing deep. Sevika’s whole body locked up. A broken, animal sound ripped from her throat as the tech fed the sensation straight back to her—every clench of your cunt milking her cock, every ripple of pleasure crashing through her nerves like it was her own.

“Fuck—I’m cumming—inside you—shit, I feel it—”

She didn’t stop. Kept thrusting through it, driving the load deeper, grinding her pelvis against your clit until you shattered. Your orgasm hit hard—walls spasming violently around her, nails raking bloody lines down her back as you cried out. The strap responded instantly, pumping another thick wave of hot cum into you, overflowing until it leaked glowing violet down your ass and thighs.

Sevika snarled, possession turning feral. She pulled out only long enough to flip you onto your stomach, yank your hips up, and slam back in with one brutal thrust. No more careful. Primal.

Her cybernetic arm locked around your waist like a steel band, hauling you back onto her cock with every savage snap of her hips. Her human hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so she could growl against your ear while the other slid around your throat again—tighter now, perfect pressure that made your moans come out broken and desperate.

“Mine,” she snarled, teeth sinking into your shoulder. “This tight little cunt is mine. Gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for days. No one else. Ever.”

You scratched wildly at her forearms, nails digging into the muscle of her back whenever you could reach, leaving long red trails that only seemed to drive her harder. The bed slammed against the wall with every thrust. The shimmer kept pulsing—another load flooding you, then another—each one hotter, thicker, the tech making her feel every single spurt like it was tearing pleasure straight from her spine.

She flipped you again, onto your back, hooking your legs over her shoulders so she could fold you in half. The new angle let her drive impossibly deeper, the glowing veins dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. Her hand stayed around your throat—thumb stroking your pulse while she choked you just right, eyes locked on yours like she was memorizing the way your face looked when she owned you completely.

“Cum for me again,” she demanded, voice wrecked and possessive. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you up.”

You broke—screaming her name, back arching, nails raking down her scarred back so hard you drew fresh blood. The strap responded with a violent pulse, pumping load after load until you were overflowing, glowing violet cum slicking both your bodies. Sevika roared through her own climax, hips stuttering, cybernetic fingers bruising your hip while her human hand loosened just enough on your throat to let you gasp her name like a prayer.

She fucked you through every aftershock—slow, deep, grinding rolls that kept the shimmer pulsing lazily inside you, little after-spurts filling you until you were a dripping, trembling mess beneath her. Only then did she collapse, still buried to the hilt, chest heaving against yours.

Her mouth found yours in a slow, messy, passionate kiss—tongues sliding lazy and deep while her hand stroked your throat with reverent gentleness now.

“You okay, baby?” she whispered, voice hoarse. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, smiling against her lips, legs still trembling around her waist. Your fingers traced the fresh scratches down her back, feeling the raised welts you’d left. “Perfect. So fucking perfect.”

Sevika huffed a shaky laugh, hips giving one last slow roll that made you both moan. The strap was still warm and thick inside you, glowing faintly.

“One time,” she murmured, but her golden eyes were dark with leftover hunger, thumb brushing your lower lip.

You grinned, nails scratching lightly down her back again just to watch her shiver.

“Liar,” you whispered.