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𦹠ambessa x f!reader đŚš
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×â°â⤠content warnings: graphic violence, battlefield gore, NON-CON, rough sex, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, verbal degradation, overstimulation, captivity implication, post-sex vulnerability
You tighten the leather strap around your gauntlet with trembling fingers. The gate behind you creaks as the wind pushes against it harder now. The city groans like itâs dying.
Because it is.
Piltover has already burned.
Smoke rises in dark towers from the lower wards. You saw it happen, hours ago, each flame an answer to your doubts, a warning you shouldâve heeded sooner. The bridges were the first to fall. Then the academies. Then the heart of the city. All of it consumed by steel and flame and the marching boots of Noxian brutality.
Now only this remains.
The final gate. The last wall between Ambessa Medarda and the council.
And you.
Your men, whatâs left of them line the perimeter. Armor dented, faces blackened with soot. Some donât even wear helmets anymore. Whatâs the point? You canât protect your head from a sword that swings like fate.
You count eighteen.
You had two hundred this morning.
The wind shifts again. You smell itâiron. Not just from your own hands or the field behind you, but fresh. Carried on the breeze like a promise.
They're coming.
hey everyone,
this yearâs kinktober will be discontinued for now. Iâve gotten sick and need to focus on resting and getting better first. and just canât keep up with the schedule.
I might still do the remaining prompts later this year once Iâm feeling better.
thank you all for the love and support đ
DRUGGED PET PLAY & DUBCON FT. JINX | KINKTOBER DAY 5
content warnings: drugged!r, pet play, dubcon, dom/sub dynamics, heavy power exchange, collar, leash, impact play, breath control, chocking, gagging, sensory overload / overstimulation, praise & degradation
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FACE SITTING & BREATH DEPRIVATION FT. AMBESSA | KINKTOBER DAY 4
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TONGUE PIERCING + PUBLIC SEX FT. VI | KINKTOBER DAY 3
content warnings: tongue piercing, public sex, piercing kink, semi-exhibitionism, alcohol use, risk of being caught, oral sex, dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, power play, light restraint, public orgasm, desperate silence, smug domme, praise and taunting
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WAX PLAY & BONDAGE FT. CAITLYN | KINKTOBER DAY 2
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M.LIST
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⌠ARCANE
SEVIKA ⤡ the steam hasn't settled â sevika x reader ⤡ still got a mouth on you? â dom!sevika x brat!reader ⤡ bite down âalpha!sevika x omega!reader ⤡ firecracker âclient!sevika x brotherlworker!reader ⤡ warm up â sevika x reader x ambessa ⤡ overshadowed â sevika x reader ⤡ arcane woman + kinks â sevika x reader ⤡ limerence â sevika x reader ⤡ grip â sevika x reader x ambessa
AMBESSA ⤡ a servant's privilege - ambessa x servant!reader ⤡ warm up â ambessa x reader x sevika ⤡ arcane woman + kinks â ambessa x reader ⤡ yield â ambessa x reader ⤡ grip â ambessa x reader x sevika
JINX ⤡ arcane woman + kinks â jinx x reader ⤡ messy mornings â jinx x reader ⤡ overfilled â jinx x reader
CAITLYN ⤡ tongue twister - caitlyn x reader x vi ⤡ arcane woman + kinks â caitlyn x reader ⤡ case file heat â sherrif!caitlyn x detective!reader
VI ⤡ tongue twister - vi x reader x caitlyn ⤡ arcane woman + kinks â vi x reader
GRAYSON ⤡ arcane woman + kinks â grayson x reader
MEL  ⤡ arcane woman + kinks â mel x reader
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CORRUPTION & PREDATOR/PREY FT. SEVIKA | KINKTOBER DAY 1
content warnings: explicit content, corruption, predator/prey dynamics non-consensual sexual acts, rough handling, humiliation, degradation, CNC themes, public setting, mud/rain play, fingering, strap-on penetration, forced orgasm, squirting, choking/air control, power imbalance, , mild aftercare
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Hello!!! Can you do g!pjinx x f reader but like⌠Jinx is really pathetic yk?
OVERFILLED - JINX x READER
content warnings: g!p jinx, breeding kink, power bottom reader, rough sex, dirty talk, cum play, overstimulation, degradation, begging, riding, mating press
a/n: thanks for the requests! :3 hope I could satisfy your needs.
The kitchen smelled faintly of butter and syrup, warm sunlight filtering through the window. You stood at the counter with Isha perched on a stool beside you, her elbows on the wood, chin propped up in her hands. She didnât need words, never did. The tilt of her head, the tap of her finger against the table, the little wrinkle in her nose when you raised the wrong jar of jam told you everything.
âPancakes again?â you asked, lifting the whisk dramatically. âYouâre going to turn into one if we keep this up.â
Her lips twitched, shoulders shaking with a silent laugh. She pointed insistently at the bowl.
You sighed in mock defeat, setting to work, the whisk clinking against the sides of the bowl. âAlright, alright. But only because youâre cute.â
While the pan heated, you moved behind her, fingers combing through her hair. It was a little tangled from sleep, and she fidgeted when the brush tugged too hard. You hummed softly, braiding the strands with practiced ease, securing the end with a ribbon youâd kept aside just for her. âThere. Pretty as always,â you murmured, smoothing a hand over the crown of her head.
What you didnât notice was Jinx in the doorway.
Sheâd wandered in half-awake, expecting chaos or noise, not⌠this. Her shoulder leaned against the frame, her breath caught somewhere in her throat. You looked so natural like this, hands gentle, voice soft, smiling down at Isha as if the girl was your whole world. Something about it twisted in Jinxâs chest, sharp and aching, and then lower, hotter.
Her fingers twitched against her thigh. She couldnât look away.
Watching you feed Isha little pieces of pancake, wiping a smear of syrup from her cheek, brushing her hair back with that easy tenderness, it all made Jinx feel restless, raw. She shifted her weight, thighs pressing together, a dull throb sparking where it shouldnât.
She wanted that softness. Needed it.
Her tongue wet her lips, gaze glued to the line of your arm as you leaned over Isha, to the curl of your smile. Her cock stirred, hardening against her shorts before she realized what was happening. Jinx bit down on her lip, stifling a whine that threatened to break free.
Fuck. She needed you, needed to bury herself inside you, needed to fill you until you looked at her the way you looked at Isha. Needed to make you hers in the most undeniable way.
Isha slipped off her stool once the plate was clean, licking a smear of syrup from her finger before tugging on her shoes. She swung her little satchel over one shoulder, already itching to be outside. You crouched, fussing with her ribbon one last time.
âStay where I can see you, bunny,â you said softly, brushing her cheek. She nodded, silent as always, before darting out the door. The hinges creaked shut, and the house fell quiet.
You exhaled, turning back toward the counter, only to find Jinx filling the doorway.
Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, her whole body tense like sheâd been holding herself back for too long. The second the latch clicked on the front door, she moved, crossing the room in a blur, crowding you against the counter before you could react.
âJinxâ!â you gasped as her hands gripped your hips, her cock already straining hard against you through her shorts. She ground into you with a needy, broken whimper, nose pressed into your neck. âWhat the hellââ
âCouldnâtâfuckâcouldnât watch anymore,â she muttered against your skin, voice ragged. Her hips rolled in helpless little thrusts, as if she couldnât stop herself. âYouâhhnnâyou were so⌠fuck, so soft with her. Need you now.â
Her teeth scraped your throat, frantic kisses spilling from her mouth like she might die if she stopped touching you.
You blinked, half-stunned at the force of it, until realization hit, what this was, what she wanted. What had wound her up so tight just watching you with Isha.
A slow smile tugged at your lips. âOh,â you breathed, tilting her chin up so you could see her flushed, desperate face. âThatâs it, huh? You want me to take care of you, donât you?â
She groaned, almost ashamed, rutting harder into your hip.
You laughed softly, cruel and sweet all at once, pushing her back just enough to slip past her. âPathetic,â you murmured, brushing a hand deliberately slow over the bulge in her shorts. âGetting all worked.â
Her knees nearly buckled.
You caught her wrist, tugging her toward the hallway. âCome on,â you said, condescension dripping from your tone as you dragged her toward the bedroom. âIf youâre going to beg me to fill me up like some desperate mutt, weâre not doing it on the kitchen floor.â
Jinx stumbled after you, eyes wild, already whining as if she couldnât wait another second.
The bedroom door barely clicked shut before Jinx had you on the bed, shoving you down into the sheets with a whimper that was closer to a sob than a laugh.
âOffâoff, fuck, need you nakedâneed skinââ she babbled, yanking your shirt so hard the seam snapped, tugging until the fabric slipped from your arms. Her own top hit the floor a second later, shorts following with a rough shove down her thighs.
You laughed breathlessly, swatting at her grabbing hands. âGod, youâre feral. What if I liked that shirt?â
âDonât careâdonât care, need you now,â Jinx whined, ripping your underwear so fast the elastic burned your skin. She tossed the scraps somewhere behind her, already grinding her bare cock against your slit, smearing precum over your folds.
You smirked, even as your back hit the mattress. âPathetic. Got this hard just from me braiding her hair?â
Jinx whined, thrusting shallowly against you, cock head catching on your entrance. âMhm, fuck, couldnât stop thinking about it, about you, need you full of me, wanna keep youââ Her words dissolved into a broken moan as she finally pushed in, bottoming out with one desperate shove.
The air left your lungs. You squeezed around her, just to hear the noise she made, high, needy, nearly keening.
âShit, youâre so tightâfuckâgonna, I canâtââ She set a frantic pace, folding you in half under her, pounding into you sloppy and uneven. Every thrust had her cock twitching, already close. âPlease, please, let me cum in youââ
Your laugh cut sharp through her whimpering. âAlready? You havenât even lasted a minute.â
âC-canât help itââ she gasped, forehead pressed to yours, eyes glassy. âYou feel so goodâmade for meâfuck, gonna fill you, pump you fullââ
You moaned louder as she fucked into your soaking cunt fast and faster.
Her hips stuttered once, twice, then she was spilling inside you with a cry, cock jerking deep in your pussy. Hot cum gushed into you, thick spurts painting your walls as she shook above you, whimpering through it.
You held her there, legs still hooked around her waist, smirking through the flood of warmth. âThatâs it? All that talk about breeding me and you blow your load like a teenager?â You said out of breath.
Jinx shuddered, whining into your neck, still rutting weakly as if she could push it deeper. âMâsorry, donât stop me, Iâll do it again, swear, need to fill you more.â
You rolled her onto her back, straddling her hips before she could catch her breath. Her eyes went wide, pupils blown.
âAgain?â you purred, sinking down onto her still-hard cock in one slow, cruel slide. She cried out, hands flying to your waist. âOh, youâre still hard. How convenient.â
âFuckâahhh, pleaseâride me, donât stopââ Jinxâs voice cracked, her head falling back as you took her deep. She was already twitching, too sensitive, but her cock throbbed like it couldnât stop.
You ground down hard, making her buck. âSay it properly. What do you want from me?â
Her nails dug into your skin. âWanna breed youâmake you mine. wanna see you round with my baby, fuckâplease, let me, lemme cum inside, keep it in.â
âMm.â You rocked against her, squeezing her cock with your walls until she sobbed. âThatâs more like it.â
You rode her mercilessly, bouncing on her length, using her cock like it was yours. Every thrust had her gasping, begging, tears gathering in her lashes.
âCanâtâfuck, canât hold itâgonna cumââ she warned, voice breaking.
You leaned down, lips brushing her ear. âDo it. Spill again. Fill me till Iâm dripping.â
Her scream broke into a sob as she came, hips jerking helplessly, cock shooting another hot load inside you. You kept moving, milking her through it, grinding hard to force every drop out of her.
âToo muchâahhh, too much,â Jinx whined, but you didnât stop. You rolled your hips, relentless, until she was shaking beneath you, cock still leaking, spilling cum into you like she couldnât stop.
You laughed, low and cruel. âLook at you. Crying while I fuck your cock. You really do want me pregnant that bad, huh?â
âY-yesâyes, please, need itâneed you full, wanna keep you forever,â she sobbed, voice cracking under the weight of her own desperation.
You kissed her hard, swallowing the next pathetic whine as you rode her into oblivion.
You groaned, squeezing her tighter, milking her for everything she had. âThatâs it. Fill me again, ruin yourself for me.â
Her back arched, mouth open in a raw scream as she came again, helpless under you. Hot seed poured into you, pulse after pulse, until you were stuffed and trembling.
Only then did you slow, hips rolling in a final cruel grind before you lifted off her.
Jinx whimpered, watching wide-eyed as your swollen hole stretched around her cockhead one last time, then slipped free with a wet pop.
The flood came instantlyâher cum spilling out of you in a thick, messy gush, streaming down your thighs and dripping onto hers below. It smeared across her pale skin, sticky and obscene, soaking into the sheets.
You smirked down at her ruined face. âLook at that. All that begging to breed me, and now your cockâs work is leaking all over your own thighs.â
Jinx whimpered, eyes glassy, reaching up as if sheâd hold you open to watch more of it spill out. âS-so much.. fuck, youâre dripping, donât waste it, please, donâtââ
You leaned down, grabbing her chin, making her meet your gaze while your cum-filled hole twitched and leaked above her. âPathetic,â you purred, smearing some of the mess across her stomach with your hand. âAnd youâll do it again for me. Wonât you?â
Her whimper broke into a nod, her cock already twitching despite the mess coating both your thighs.
a/n: maybe I made her a bit too pathetic. didnât know I would be into this..

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Can we get a part two to the Warm up please, but this time more Ambessa attentionđĽš
GRIP - AMBESSA x SEVIKA x READER
content warning: emotional neglect and overtraining, reader skipping meals (nothing too serious), bath care scene, feeding, fingering, use of strap-ons, double vaginal penetration (2 in 1), hair pulling, degradation, overstimulation, spitroast positioning, dominant/submissive dynamics
part 1
a/n: apologies for not answering you ask earlier. I had some troubles with writer block and tumblr itself. I hope youâll enjoy it even though itâs like 2 months laterâŚ
You hadnât realized how much youâd been avoiding them, how often youâd slipped out of bed before Sevika woke up, how few glances youâd exchanged with Ambessa over the last several days, how easily youâd dismissed every attempt they made to pull you back toward softness.
Not out of cruelty. Not even out of distance.
Just out of obsession.
You were training harder than ever. Pushing your body until your muscles trembled and your fingers tingled with exhaustion. Punishing yourself in quiet, unspoken ways, not because they asked for it, but because you thought maybe if you could just match their strength, if you could become more, more, then maybe youâd feel less small between them.
Ugh your sevika fic was too good! Any chance you could do a fluffy version of the same prompt? Ty!! X
LIMERENCE - SEVIKA x READER
content warnings: size kink, sensual undressing, explicit scissoring, praise, mutual intimacy
a/n: thank you for the ask! sorry for being 2 months late⌠i had a bit of writerâs block, and then tumblr decided to hide both my drafts and inbox. after that, the writerâs block came back again. and now my brain thinks itâs hilarious to finally unblock itself while iâm on vacation⌠anyway, who cares. :>
Sevikaâs boots hit the floor with a heavy thud, followed by the clatter of her mechanical armâs plating as she peeled off her jacket. She looked exhausted, hair damp with sweat, shoulders tense, movements slower than usual.
You were waiting on the couch, curled under a blanket, and the moment you saw her posture you were up on your feet. âBack again in one piece,â you murmured, padding over to her. âBut barely, huh?â
Her only answer was a grunt as she sat heavily on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of her neck. The sight tugged at your heart. All that power, all that broad muscle and carved-stone presence, weighed down tonight by aches and bruises.
Ugh your sevika fic was too good! Any chance you could do a fluffy version of the same prompt? Ty!! X
LIMERENCE - SEVIKA x READER
content warnings: size kink, sensual undressing, explicit scissoring, praise, mutual intimacy
a/n: thank you for the ask! sorry for being 2 months late⌠i had a bit of writerâs block, and then tumblr decided to hide both my drafts and inbox. after that, the writerâs block came back again. and now my brain thinks itâs hilarious to finally unblock itself while iâm on vacation⌠anyway, who cares. :>
Sevikaâs boots hit the floor with a heavy thud, followed by the clatter of her mechanical armâs plating as she peeled off her jacket. She looked exhausted, hair damp with sweat, shoulders tense, movements slower than usual.
You were waiting on the couch, curled under a blanket, and the moment you saw her posture you were up on your feet. âBack again in one piece,â you murmured, padding over to her. âBut barely, huh?â
Her only answer was a grunt as she sat heavily on the edge of the bed, rubbing the back of her neck. The sight tugged at your heart. All that power, all that broad muscle and carved-stone presence, weighed down tonight by aches and bruises.
YIELD - AMBESSA x READER
Ambessa didnât flare with outrage anymore when you taunted her, youâd spent too many nights in her bed, too many mornings bruised and aching but craving more. Instead, she simply looked at you with that infuriating smirk, as though you were a wayward soldier sheâd already broken in.
âTry that again,â she said, low and lazy, as she shoved you back onto the massive bed.
Your breath caught when she climbed over you, her weight pressing you into the furs. The grip on your wrists was already familiar, your body instinctively arching, remembering every time sheâd pinned you like this.
âYou forget,â Ambessa murmured, her mouth brushing your jaw, âI know exactly how to silence you.â
Her thigh pushed between your legs, grinding against your already-damp core through the thin shift you wore. The laugh that rumbled in her chest when you moaned made you flush, but gods, you didnât stop.
âOn my thigh,â she ordered, the rough rasp of her voice leaving no room for refusal.
You hissed in protest, but the flush in your cheeks betrayed you. Ambessa only smirked, guiding your legs to straddle her and pressing your slick folds against the hard muscle of her thigh. The heat of her skin, the sharp press of muscle beneath, had you trembling before you even moved.
âGrind for me,â she murmured, flexing her leg once. The friction made you gasp, your hips jerking involuntarily.
You tried to resist, to hold still, but Ambessaâs arm wrapped around your waist, forcing your body to rock. âThatâs it. Let me feel you drench me.â
Each dragged motion made your clit throb, made your wetness smear across her skin. Your breath came faster, traitorous moans slipping free as Ambessa held you down and guided your pace. The pressure built quick, merciless, every grind sending sparks shooting up your spine.
âLook at you,â she growled, lips brushing your hair behind your ear. âMy proud little general, reduced to humping my thigh like a desperate whore.â
Her words sent you spiraling, the humiliation and heat mixing until your body shook against her. You buried your face against her shoulder, crying out as release tore through you, soaking her thigh just as she demanded.
Ambessa chuckled, holding you trembling and spent. Her hand stroked down your back, deceptively gentle.
âGood girl. Next time,â she promised, âIâll make you beg for it before I let you come.â
a/n: wrote this on my phone in the notes app, so Iâm sorry if the layout sucks!

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Case File Heat
sherrif!caitlyn x detective!reader
â word count: 2.4k ęŠ content warnings: explicit sexual content, switch dynamics, power play, authority kink, bondage handcuffs, light choking, dirty talk, semi-public setting, rough kissing, desk sex, exhibitionism risk, dubious consent elements, workplace sex, humiliation, brat taming
The precinct had grown stale.
The hum of the overhead lights had long ago blended into the white noise of the rain against the windows, and the smell of burnt coffee hung in the air like a warning that neither of you should still be here. Empty mugs sat abandoned around the desk, papers spread so thick they hid the wood beneath them, and the red-string map on the board behind you looked more like a spiderâs nest than anything useful. You and Caitlyn had been locked in this room for almost twenty-four hours, and the case refused to give.
She stood at the board with her arms crossed, her eyes sharp even though you could see the heaviness pulling at her shoulders, her voice crisp and even when she said, âAgain. Dock logs to ledger entries. Step by step.â
You groaned, letting your chair roll back on its wheels until it hit the wall. âWeâve been over this six times already.â
âSeven,â she corrected instantly, without even looking at you. Her waistcoat was unbuttoned at the bottom, her sleeves rolled to her elbows, her hair still pulled back with only a single dark curl escaping by her temple, and somehow she still looked immaculate.
The Steam Hasnât Settled
Sevika x Enforcer!Reader
wordcount: 2.1K
content warnings: explicit sexual content, strap-on penetration, rough sex, breath play, overstimulation, possessive behavior, light choking, marking/bruising, emotional tension, power imbalance, praise and degradation
The first thing you noticed was the sound, the low glug-glug of liquor meeting glass, echoing in the warmth of the apartment. The door had creaked behind you, but she didnât turn. Steam still clung to the ceiling, ghosting from the bathroom down the hallway, curling around your legs like smoke from a dying fire. She was fresh out of the shower. You were sure of it.
And there she stood, back to you, a towel riding low on her hips, nothing else. Water still clung to her skin, glistening along the powerful slope of her shoulders and spine. Her mechanical arm flexed slightly as she reached for the bottle on the counter, the prosthetic gleaming a dull purple in the low light.
She looked⌠dangerous. Comfortable. Like this was hers, her space, her night, her silence, and you were just lucky to be allowed inside it.
You lingered in the doorway of the kitchen, not yet ready to cross the threshold. Not because of nerves, but because there was something sacred about seeing her like this. Raw and quiet. Like watching a storm sleep.
âThat for me?â you asked finally, voice soft.
She didnât look at you, but she poured another glass beside the first. The glug of it felt like a signal. An answer.
âYouâre late.â
That made something twist in your chest, not guilt exactly, but close. Her voice carried more heat than accusation, and you couldnât tell if she was annoyed or simply reminding you that sheâd noticed. Of course she had. She always did.
âYou always wait this long?â you asked, stepping closer, slow.
âYou always test me this much?â she shot back, calm.
Her voice was like rough velvet, dragging across your skin, and as you crossed into the kitchen, the air shifted. Denser now. Charged. Her presence did that, coiled around you like smoke from a barrel still warm.
You reached past her for the second glass, fingers brushing the counter. She didnât move, didnât flinch. Let you get close.
The smell of her was stronger now,clean, like sharp soap and steel. Her hair hung damp and dark right above her shoulder, and as she finally turned her head slightly to look at you, a few strands clung to her cheek. Her eyes dragged across your body slowly, assessing, deciding.
âYou smell like oil and concrete,â she said.
You said nothing. She didnât ask what took so long, and you didnât tell her what youâd been doing. That unspoken line was one you never crossed.
Not out loud.
ou could still feel the ache in your shoulder from earlier. The tension in your jaw from the shift. Every now and then, Sevikaâs crew got too close. Every now and then, your side was told to push harder.
But here, in her apartment, none of that mattered.
Here, you were just hers.
âI missed you,â you said.
Her lips quirked. âYou always miss me when itâs convenient.â
âMaybe. Still true.â
She turned to face you fully now, her body still damp, towel slipping just a little lower with the motion. You didnât know if she noticed or if she did it on purpose. Her skin steamed in places where water clung to the heat of her.
âYou going to act like you didnât spend the last week chasing ghosts in my district?â she murmured, stepping closer.
You went still.
The words held weight, but her tone stayed casual. Daring you to flinch. You didnât.
âIâm here now.â
Sevikaâs smile was slow and cruel and beautiful. âYou always are. Eventually.â
Her hand came up, her real one, and gripped your chin between thumb and finger. Not rough, not yet. She turned your head slightly, making you look at her fully.
âYou gonna make it up to me?â
Your stomach fluttered. You hated how easily she pulled that out of you. Hated it, but needed it.
âYeah,â you breathed. âI will.â
She kissed you then, fast and deep, like something hungry. Her mouth tasted like liquor and smoke and something bitter you could never name. Her lips dragged across yours with purpose, her tongue parting you without pause. The glass in your hand nearly slipped.
She took it from you, set it down behind you, and pushed you back against the counter. Her towel brushed your thighs. Her body pinned yoursâwarm, damp, muscle and heat pressed tight to your front. You gasped into her mouth and she swallowed it like a challenge.
âYouâre tense,â she growled against your lips.
âYeah, well,â you muttered, âsome of us work for a living.â
She laughed, low and dangerous, and the sound vibrated in your chest.
âWatch it.â
âI could say the same.â
She pressed her thigh between yours, dragging it up slowly, parting you with it. You sucked in a breath, grip tightening on her arm.
âFuck,â you whispered.
âThatâs the idea,â she said, voice smug, already dragging her mouth along your jaw, nipping just below your ear. âDonât play coy now. You came here needing it.â
You didnât answer. You didnât have to.
Her hands found your hips, grinding you down on her thigh. The friction sparked heat immediately. You clung to her, hands gripping the edges of the towel at her back, nails digging into damp skin.
She moved with purpose, slow and deliberate, like she knew every button to press and exactly how long to drag it out. The muscles in her thigh flexed under you, grinding up just right, too good.
She kissed your throat, licking the pulse point. âSo wet already, and I havenât even touched you properly.â
You whimpered, head falling back.
âYou want it here?â she asked. âAgainst the counter like a fucking delinquent?â
Yes,â you hissed, rocking against her. âPleaseââ
She growled, something primal in it. Her hand slid between you, pushing your clothes out of the way, fingers hot and impatient. She didnât tease. She never teased when you begged.
Two fingers slid into you with ease, and you moaned, high and broken. She watched your face, eyes dark and burning, then ducked her head and latched onto your throat again. Her mouth sucked a bruise into your skin, marking you, while her fingers curled just right.
âYouâre not supposed to like this,â she muttered against your neck. âYouâre supposed to be better than this. Right?â
âShut up,â you whispered, trembling. âDonât stop.â
âDidnât plan to.â
She fucked you with her fingers like she meant to ruin you, and maybe she did. Her thigh still pressed hard between your legs, her other hand gripping your waist like she owned it. You writhed against her, moaning, one hand gripping her wrist while the other clutched her shoulder.
You came with a shudder, hips jerking, nails digging into her skin as the pleasure tore through you. Sevika didnât stop right away. She let you ride it out, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every twitch, every gasp.
When she finally pulled her fingers from you, she licked them clean. Slow. Intentionally obscene.
âGood start,â she said, voice like gravel and smoke.
You leaned against the counter, breathless, dazed.
âFuck.â
She smirked. âThatâs one round. Youâre gonna need more than that to make up for this week.â
And the way she looked at you, towel hanging low, steam still clinging to her skin, cocky and hungry and unbothered, you knew she meant it.
The sheets stuck to your back, damp with sweat and breathless struggle. Sevikaâs weight above you was a blessing and a threat, her hand fisted in the bedding by your head, the other gripping your thigh, pushing it higher, holding you open while she rocked into you with a rhythm that had no mercy left in it.
Youâd meant to say something, maybe ask for a pause, a breath, but her body made it impossible to form anything beyond broken syllables and gasps.
âF-fuckââ
âYou can take it,â she growled into your neck. Her voice wasnât soft, wasnât sweet, it was low and heavy, like the promise of thunder. âYou wanted it rough, remember?â
You did. You always did. But tonight, it felt different. She was holding onto you like something had snapped loose during the week youâd been gone. Like fucking you was the only way to remind herself you hadnât vanished completely.
Her mouth was at your collarbone, teeth scraping raw. She didnât kiss pretty, she kissed like she was trying to mark you, bite pieces of you deep enough to feel tomorrow. Her skin was still hot from the shower, damp from sweat now instead of steam, the last of the towel long forgotten on the floor.
You locked your legs around her waist, hips grinding up to meet every thrust, wanting more, needing all of her. Her mechanical hand creaked slightly as it braced against the headboard, the weight of her hips driving into you deep enough to steal the air from your lun.
She groaned into your mouth when you kissed her, clumsy, open, messy. Like she was trying to taste the truth in your teeth. Your hands tangled in her damp hair, dragging her closer, but she resisted just long enough to make you ache for it. Her lips parted against yours again, her tongue sliding deep, slow, like she wanted to devour every lie youâd ever told just to feel them melt on her tongue.
âDonât think about it,â she muttered, forehead pressed to yours. âDonât you fucking think about work right now.â
âIâm not,â you panted. âIâm notââ
âLiar.â
Her hips snapped harder, punishing. You cried out, fingernails scraping down her back, digging into muscle. She liked it, groaned again, deeper this time. Her breath hitched as you clenched around her, the slick sound of your bodies meeting filling the space between harsh panting.
You looked up at her, her face darkened with sweat, jaw clenched, eyes barely open. And fuck, she was beautiful. Like this. Raw, undone. Still wearing that look like youâd challenged her, and she was winning.
You always look at me like that when I fuck you,â she said, voice low. âLike you forgot which side youâre on.â
âMaybe I did,â you whispered. âMaybe I like this side better.â
Sevika froze for a second. Just a second. But it was enough.
Her hand left the headboard and wrapped around your throat, squeezingânot hard, just enough to feel the pressure, the weight of her control.
âDonât say shit like that,â she muttered. âYou donât mean it.â
You stared up at her, eyes wide, lips parted. You didnât nod. You didnât argue.
âSay something,â she demanded.
âI mean it,â you whispered.
She stared at you like you were a loaded gun aimed at her chest. Then she crushed her mouth against yours again, rough, needy. Her hand slid back down, fingers trailing between your breasts, down your stomach, until they found your clit, already swollen, throbbing.
She circled it slowly, drawing a cry from your throat that turned into a broken moan as her thrusts picked up again. Your whole body trembled under her, pinned by her weight, drowning in her voice in your ear.
âLet me hear you,â she rasped. âCome on. Donât hold back.â
You didnât. Couldnât.
Your orgasm ripped through you like fire, arching your back, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. Sevika fucked you through it, watching you fall apart beneath her with something dark and tender in her eyes.
When it passed, your body dropped limp beneath her, chest heaving, sweat-slick and ruined.
But she wasnât done.
She pulled out only long enough to flip you onto your stomach. You barely had time to gasp before her hands were dragging your hips up, her thigh pushing between yours again. She mounted you from behind, grip possessive on your waist, her breath ragged and hot against your spine.
âThought we were even,â you groaned into the sheets.
âWeâre never even,â she said. âNot with you.â
Her thrusts were slower now, deeper. Drawing it out. You buried your face in the mattress, hands fisting the sheets, body trembling with overstimulation.
You gonna cry for me, sweetheart?â
âNoââ
âLiar.â
She reached under you, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing soft, mean circles. Your whole body jolted.
âDonâtâSevikaââ
âThatâs right. Say my name.â
âFuckâSevikaâSevââ
Your voice broke on a sob, and you hated how much you needed her to hear it. Hated how much you loved when she whispered filth into your ear, kissed your spine, licked the sweat from your neck like it meant something.
something.
âYouâre mine when youâre like this,â she said. âDoesnât matter what you do out there. Here, youâre mine.â
And you were. God help you, you were.
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