#sevik

[fict1onallyobsessed]

OKAY OKAY COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE SMTH ABOUT SEVIKA PROTECING READER BECAUSE OF SOMETHING LIKE HERE ON THIS PIC SHE PROTECTS JINX AND ISHA??

im sorry if i wrote something wrong but english is not my first language😭🙏

OF COURSE !!!!!!! I have an idea for this...

I got a little carried away and gave you more LOL sorry

Sevika x Fem!Reader

She grabbed you before you could process the fan being turned on. Thankfully, you weren't too far from the table that protected you both, otherwise you would have been swept with the air flow violently.

Your side hurt. The shot Caitlyn took must have not only pierced your skin but the force broke your rib too. Whatever the gun was made of was strong enough to go through the stone pillar behind you partially as well.

Safe to say it hurt as fuck.

You clutched your side and winced as Sevika crouched with you in front of her, the stone table keeping you sat up, but barely. Sevika's new metal arm grabbed onto the table and kept her put, the other going to hold your side with you.

You weren't sure whether your adrenaline was keeping you lucid or if the shot wasn't truly that bad. Regardless, you didn't want to hang around much longer.

You looked up at your girlfriend, head slightly bouncing off the stone behind you as you rested it. She looked worried, and although nothing but pain was filling your sense, you found the energy to sigh and show her a small smile.

Her hair was flying around with the wind, her face showing slight worry and mostly focus as she tried to keep you both behind the table.

"You'll be fine." She mouthed, and you couldn't do much more but nod. You trusted her. You believed her...but the blood slowly seeping through the cracks of your fingers, and onto her hand covering yours, it was looking more like you were not going to be fine.

The wind seemed everlasting and the longer you sat there, waiting for it to stop, the dizzier you became.

You wanted to see Sevika's face for as long as you could. Taking in her scowl of concentration, the barely noticeable glint of nervousness in her eye when she met yours, the shiny scar across her cheek.

You thought she was leaning down to get out of the wind more, but instead she leaned down to your ear and spoke through the loud fan.

"Don't look at me like that." She spoke it as a command as her hand squeezed your bleeding side.

"Like what?" You scoffed quietly, immediately feeling the burn in your rib.

"Like you're about to say goodbye. You're fine."

You hummed and looked back up at her when she pulled away, leaving no room for discussion.

She was so gorgeous, holding you, protecting you, as if you were about to disappear any minute.

Your head spun so much you didn't even notice the fan turn off. Sevika lifted you off the ground and instructed Jinx, who was also carrying a girl, where to go. It all came out as muffled to you though, as the blood loss slowly stared winning, and you passed out.

When you woke up, the first thing you saw was two heads looking down at you. Jinx's braids tickled your nose, while the other girls hair wasn't even long enough to reach her eyebrows. You groaned, immediately going in to hold your side as a reflex to find it bandaged.

"I told you to let her rest." Sevika's voice rung out in a disappointed tone as she walked in with a bunch of fresh bandages in her hand. Presumably for you.

You were in Silco's office, laid down on his sofa. The table was covered with medical supplies, alcohol bottles and jinx's crafts, but your eyes ended up laying upon Sevika. Her worried expression had you worried.

"How are you feeling?" Sevika asked, looking down at you as she put the obnoxious amount of wraps on the table.

"Trust you to get shot." Jinx scoffed playfully as she stared down at you, knowing damn well that bullet was meant for her. "Took it like a champ though!"

You chuckled back and attempted to sit up, but Sevika was faster and pushed you back down, shaking her head.

"I'm fine." You spoke, but Sevika wouldn't relent. She kept you laying down as she changed your bandages carefully. Your eyes fell from Sevika onto the little girl who was still staring down at you. "Who would have thought Jinx took in a stray. What's your name?"

"Her name is Isha. She's sticking around." Jinx replied matter-of-factly, a small smirk on her face as she said it. It made you giggle a bit.

"Alright, out." Sevika stood up from crouching beside you as she finished your bandages. Jinx took Isha and left, excited to show her some of her trinkets to get her mind off of...recent events. "She needs to rest."

"I'm alright." You spoke, reaching out for Sevika's hand to help you up. "How bad was it?"

"Bad enough to have me worried." She sighed, sitting beside you and letting you lean on her.

"Sorry." You sighed back, almost identically. "And you know, thank you."

She wrapped her hand around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

"Anytime."

[countdykulaa]

﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀ LUXURIOUS⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ spoilt! reader x sevika ⠀ ❫

you're spoiled rotten . you know it . your brother knows it, and sevika's poor wallet sure knows the fact . your mother gave you everything she could though you weren't by any means rich . you went to the best schools a lower middle class family could afford thanks to a scholarship, a fancy pair of shoes bought every couple years in contrast to your peers and even went overseas on your own a few times . this rather ordinary upbringing did little to deter the pit of greed rotting your teeth away with each request .

where your mom fell short your looks picked up . all you had to do was walk down the street on a friday night and all your drinks would be paid for . you don't know what it was about you or where the sudden shift came from , but everyone around you looked at you less like the invisible one , doomed to join the shadows and more like the one with stars dancing on their skin . it took a while getting used to it , but after a while peoples generosity turned less into a gift and more into a quiet expectation . all this to say sevika swears she found you like this .

she swears the entitlement in your eyes was shining big and bright under those fluorescent lights the minute she locked eyes with you at a club with your friends . you were probably half her age , still raw with a rebellious look . she knew the moment her eyes trailed down to the scandalous two piece you had on that you wouldn't give her the time of day if she didn't buy your whole table drinks . sevika knows your type and by the way you tilt your head and gaze at her , unabashed and curious , you know hers too .

what initially started as a drunken one night stand turned into something more but it was by no means an accident . sevika took the initiative , asking you on the date while the taste of your pussy was still lingering on her tongue . she needed to make sure you knew she was serious about wanting to be with you. take care of you the way she knew you expected. you responded with a nod of the head and smile of approval , dragging her in for what turned out to be a long two days.

dating you was nothing short of exhausting in the best way possible. you were nothing like most of the other brats she dated you were something else . you never asked for what you knew she wouldn't give you and that was what made you dangerous . you let her take the lead despite the snark comments that often leave your mouth . she'd guide you down the street with her hand on the small of your back , let you order for the both of thwm and chased off anyone so much as looking in your direction for too long.

you were a pillow princess most of time . loving the way she'd lay her giant hand on your back and thrust into you deep enough to make you speechless . fucked absolutely stupid .

she buys you the best gifts money can buy and stocks up on groceries because she knows how much you love to cook for her. flowers were always a constant presence even in her absence but now they're bigger … brighter , replaced every week instead of every other week . she doesn't just take you to get your nails done and braids platted every month, but also makes sure she waits the whole five hours , phone in hand as she watches the game . her reward is the food from her favourite place , paid by her of course. she took care of you in all the ways that mattered.

...

Your hands weakly wail about only to be scooped by her large hand. She places your hands bove the bedframe, the hard slam echoing throughout the house.

The longer she fucks you the more quiet you get . your eyes flutter shut . a growing intensity settling in your lower half.

“Oh.” you whimper out , voice high pitched and downright pathetic in sevika’s eyes.

...

half the times you toyed with her lips or ran your fingers over her clit was more you playing around than it was making her cum . you swirled your fingers around her bush , felt the wetness running down her thighs . even suck your middle finger on her clit at times . sometimes making her cum was another way to entertain yourself . you especially liked the way sevika would react when your long nails accidentally swiped on her lips . the quick thrust she'd give , etching towards the slight pain . those nights always ended with her blazed out , eyes wide and dazed as you rode her to no end . at times you'd see how many times you could beg her to fuck you while her harness hit her clit in a way that would send her hurtling into another orgasm back to back with minimal stop . she rarely complained , even when it hurt , even when she , the acclaimed brat tamer was on the verge of tears herself .

your definition of topping included shoving her down the couch , lifting your mini skirt up as you straddled her shoulders and riding her face until you got impatient and whiney and made her take over . you'd never outright say it , but she'd know whenever those long stilettos sunk into her hair and grip with a harshness that would elicit a hiss from her occupied lips . she'd sink her blunt nails into your thighs and dragging you up and down her face herself . she knows you , knows you won't give her cock or hardening clit the light of day until you've had your fill . you're spoilt and lazy and greedy and … sevika's pants feel tighter than ever as she gives some aborted thrusts into the air .

she swears she could come from this . from pleasing you . from watching the money leave her bank account the moment a satisfied smile graced your features . and cum she does , right in her pants . you pay it no mind nor the high pitched whines she shudders against your clit .

PLUTO SPEAKS : updated my taglist form so make sure to check it out

TAGLIST : @saycubed

[strawberrykidneystone]

IM THE BIGGEST FAN OF YOURS

i love what you write so much, i think at this point im officially stalking your blog

Can you pretty please write how would sevika react if her partner said the safe word? Would she ignore it? Turn all soft and sweet? Would she be concerned or try to push a little further?

AHHHHH TYSM <3333

if you ever used the safe word, yall got me FUCKED UP if you think she’s going to ignore it

she would stop whatever she was doing and check on you to see what happened

immediately into comfort mode and if you let her, she’ll hold you in her arms, softly petting your hair

she’ll ask if you want to talk about it and why you used your safe word

if you want to talk, she’ll listen and nod along as you talk, asking questions about what worked and what didn’t

if you don’t want to talk or be didn’t want to be touched, she would understand and wrap you up in a burrito of blankets

she would also watch you sleep (NOT IN A CREEPY WAY) and replay the moment in her mind so that she NEVER does it again

or if things just went to far/were too overwhelming, she’d actively work on checking in on you more often

a little too much at first like you have to sit her down and tell her that asking you 10 times in 5 minutes while she’s going down on you if you’re okay is a little excessive LMAO

the next day, she’d pamper the shit out of you i’m talking a bubble bath with her sitting next to the tub while the bubbles basically swallow you up

she’d get one of those tub trays and feed you dinner while in the bath with your favorite show playing

if you want her to join you,,, she’ll ask if you’re sure with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever )))): BUT she’ll happily join you <333

the water overflows and it’s a big mess but who cares

UGH she’s be so sweet but also a little apprehensive to initiate sex again for a while like you’d have to initiate it or give her a LOT of reassurance

a/n: if you saw me accidentally post this before i was writing it no you didn’t

[sevikasenby]

SEVIKA NATION WAKE THE FUCK UPPPPPPP

[marutchi]

[thearoaceshark]

ARCANE ACT 3 SPOILERS‼️

So the AU where everything turns out well, how do we feel about that?

The truth is that it hurts that they show us how it could have been better than the disaster that we have seen, but at the same time it answers many questions. The truth is that I enjoyed knowing about the existence of that alternate universe.

With that said, this universe also confirms (once again) what Jinx said, right? It was Vi who created Jinx. Truth be told, yes, Silco did a lot of damage and was one of the reasons they got to that situation, but it was also Vi's actions that dragged her there, and years later she continues to make mistake after mistake. Many bad things happened to Vi, some of which she had no control over, but in the end many of the things she experienced were a result of her actions or how she reacted to certain situations. I'm not saying to blame her for all the shit that happened in her life, just that she could have made better decisions.

On the other hand Jayce, who I assume either also died in the explosion, or was imprisoned, or had his job taken away, in that universe.

I don't hate Jayce for his actions in the last few chapters at all, I knew that killing Viktor was something that SHOULD be done. On the contrary, I was angry since before because he saved Viktor's life instead of destroying the Hexcore as he had promised him, and his actions and bad decisions throughout the first season and at the beginning of the second made me so angry. From the beginning they had me shouting that they should listen to Heimerdinger and not mess with magic, and I didn't like him for not listening to him and on top of that they expelled him from the council, of which Mel is also guilty (with they I mean Jayce, Viktor, and Mel, but it's mostly Jayce the one that should have listen).

And I just find this very curious. There is already the joke that both characters (Vi and Jayce) are intelligent on their own, but a disaster when they are together, but even apart they make bad decisions. It's not that they aren't intelligent, they are, but they make VERY bad decisions.

And I know that Ambessa and others are the main culprits of the misfortune that occurs, but I am fascinated by how the plot is formed from the mistakes that other characters make, and they give the tools to Ambessa (and others) to then manipulate them and use them at their favor. Vi and Jayce being the ones who make the most essential mistakes.

And the alternate universe, where they apparently have no role, is where the story is going best.

I don't know if that makes sense but it's the conclusion I've come to. I could be wrong because the emotions of the moment have me overwhelmed and do not allow me to concentrate on giving a deep reading, but I still wanted to share it. Again Vi and Jayce are not to blame for everything that happened, but they made the wrong desicions that infuenced the most on the plot.

[flower-of-zaun]

I def give off Silky energy, but also Queen Shit Medarda, and Severe. -I am fucking mean -I am fucking mean to my friends, but I will (and have) beat someone within and inch of their life with a bat if ANYONE upsets or hurts them. - am short but have tall bitch energy -gaslight, gatekeep, ghoulboss -my mommy issues are real af, and so are my daddy issues.

-i draw and paint bc mommy issues -frfr eat the fuckin rich -I hate kids...but I also have baby fever atm, and my naked kitty is my child. -I am scarily good at poker -anger, rage, will throw hands

you know what ill take it

[sevikasupremacy]

Say My Name - Sevika x Reader

NSFW!

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Explicit, Cunnilingus, edging, drunk reader

Summary: Sevika’s dream comes true the instant you stumbled into her room drunk.

“More…��� The sight before Sevika made her even more aroused.

Your strained voice echoed through the room as the older woman fastened her pace, her tongue moving rapidly against your clit.

“I’m going to—“

⁍

The older woman was startled by a sudden knock, jolting her out of her dream.

“Sevikaaaa…”

Upon hearing the familiar voice, she eased the tension in her body, her angry expression turning into a calm one.

As she sat up in her bed, scenes from her dream suddenly played in her head.

Fuck.

It was one of those nights again.

⁍

Sevika never thought of catching feelings for anyone. She actually never thought she was capable of having feelings even.

She was certain she never had feelings for you too.

Ever since you stepped foot into Silco’s shimmer business, you have become one of his goons.

Although you were always by her side, the older woman only saw you like the other Zaunites.

Not until these dreams kept occurring.

She never knew how it started, but let’s just say that whenever she has these silly dreams—

She cannot look at you in the eyes without thinking about it.

⁍

Sevika swung open the door, looking down at you before rolling her eyes and gesturing you to come in.

“Sevika…”

The older woman didn’t respond to you.

“Sevika…”

“Stop it.”

Sevika yanked you forcefully, making you sit in the sofa. The moment your eyes spotted the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table, your arm instinctively stretched out, craving for another sip.

“Touch that and I’ll break your arm.”

You snickered at her before settling into the sofa, awkwardly shifting your weight as you lowered yourself down.

“Behave.”

“Sevik-“

“Shut it.”

Sevika never imagined she'd find herself in this situation where she was the caretaker.

To be honest, she doesn’t know how to.

“Do you see yourself right now?”

The older woman huffed in annoyance, immediately pouring a glass of water before sliding it toward you.

“No.”

"Drink.” She growled, her voice deepening as she glared at you. But you remained stubborn, shaking your head defiantly.

Impatiently, Sevika snatched the glass of water and forcefully poured the liquid into your mouth, causing you to cough and push her hand away, spilling the remaining water all over your shirt.

The older woman's eyes involuntarily traced the thin trail of water as it trickled down your chin and onto your neck.

She immediately looked away, taking a long deep breath to control herself.

With drunken eyes, you shifted your body toward the older woman, resting your head against the side of her arm.

Sevika froze in place, her head slowly turning to look at you.

You craned your head upward with a sheepish smile before leaning closer to kiss her on the cheek.

Just as Sevika was about to react, you gently caressed the side of her face before going for her lips.

Sevika’s entire body tensed up, not realizing that she was holding her breath until you pulled away with a disappointed expression on your face.

⁍

You wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, but the moment you saw Sevika enter Silco’s office for the very first time, you couldn’t help but stare.

Something was alluring about this woman.

But now all those feelings are crushed when you realize that the woman in front of you didn’t reciprocate the kiss.

⁍

Just as you were about to stand up, you felt a pair of strong arms around your waist, pulling you in.

Your body collided with hers, the same pair of arms enveloping you before her lips gently met yours.

Sevika hummed into the kiss, one of her hands finding its way to the nape of your neck.

Still, in a drunken state, you couldn’t really process what was going on. You felt like the world was spinning before concluding that you were being carried bridal-style.

As much as she is excited, Sevika gently places you on her bed, adjusting the pillow beneath your head, before pulling down your bra.

You whimpered, feeling the cold air nip at your naked body.

Sevika slightly pulled away, her eyes moving hastily as if she were trying to take in every single detail of you.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

The older woman’s tongue went for your neck, licking and sucking until red spots appeared. You winced, feeling her teeth grazing over your soft skin.

“More…”

Sevika paused, the word echoed in her head, causing her to recall the exact same word that came out of your mouth from her recent dream.

Her heart quickened, losing control as she tightened her grip on you.

“Say it again,” Her grey eyes fixated on you as she ordered which you obeyed without hesitation.

The older woman hovered over you, peppering kisses all over your breasts before enveloping one with her lips, her tongue circling the hard peak. You moaned, your back arching as you begged for more, a hand finding its way to the back of her head, your fingers tangling in her hair.

Sevika’s tongue continued to move at a consistent pace, making sure to give attention to the other side as her hand traveled down to your hip. Her fingers eagerly tugged on your pants, yanking them down before cupping the sensitive, wet spot between your legs.

Her lips traveled down to your stomach, her hands still fondling your breasts.

“Sevika…”

“Yes,” Sevika growled as she sucked on your sensitive skin, marking you, “Moan my name.”

The pad of her fingers mischievously danced around your body as she continued giving you wet kisses along the way. As her lips come across a specific area between your legs, she takes a good look at it, smirking to herself.

Her hands forcefully pushed the back of your thighs up, impatiently going in to lick the soft, wet spot, earning a loud moan from you.

Your hand clenched into a fist, desperate to find something to grip on as your legs tremble from the sudden contact.

Sevika groaned, lapping up the wetness with her tongue, relishing the taste of you before circling your entrance.

She sucked harder, skillfully moving her tongue, making sure that she didn’t miss a spot.

“Too much—“ Your thighs shook in pleasure, wanting to close them shut but the older woman’s grip was too strong.

The older woman continued with her pattern, her tongue busily moving in all directions, starting from your clit and down to your entrance. Sevika didn’t show any signs of stopping or getting tired— she just kept going.

Strands of her hair tickled the inside of your thighs as she focused on devouring you, making you even more sensitive than before.

“I’m going to—“

You started to feel the built-up knot twisting inside your abdomen.

Just as you were about to shut your eyes, waiting for the pleasurable feeling to burst, Sevika stopped completely, her tongue leaving your swollen clit.

“Wha—“ You immediately looked down at her, her face still buried between your legs. The only problem was that she wasn’t doing anything but staring back at you.

“Why did you stop?” You pound your fist on the mattress in irritation.

“Beg for it.” Sevika’s lips vibrated against your aching heat as she spoke.

“Come on… Say my name.”

“You told me not to when I first got here.” You retorted, chuckling at your own response.

“It’s not the same, is it? Now you’re calling out my name because you have my head between your legs. Now say it,” Sevika sneered, the pad of her thumb teasingly swiping over your clit, “Say. My. Name.”

“Fuck, Sevika,” You threw your head back, fully surrendering as you sense a familiar feeling inside your abdomen starting to grow from just the slight touch against your clit, “Sevika please…”

Your hand instantly reaches down to hold her head in place, your hips grinding against her tongue before pushing yourself closer.

With your remaining strength, you kept grinding, trying to match the pace and rhythm before coming undone.

The older woman’s name echoed throughout the room, followed by your faint gasps as you tried to calm down.

Little did Sevika know, you were already sobering up, your eyes slowly moving across the ceiling as you process what had just happened.

As the older woman got up, licking the side of her lips to clean up the mess, she hovered over you, admiring the crimson hue of your cheeks.

“You like that?” She purred, caressing the side of your face as she watched you adoringly, refusing to let go.

You shyly smiled, nodding your head before leaning your face into her palm, enjoying the warmth.

“Next time,” Sevika whispered into your ear, “Say my name more.”

You grinned, arms extending as you embrace the older woman firmly before drifting off to sleep.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

i think it's a crime that they never showed us sevika, jinx, and silco on a car trip, because i KNOW those three fight for aux privileges like it's a life or death situation.

"we are NOT fucking listening to duran duran again" "i'd just like to remind you that the car is mine, so-" "and yet i'm the one driving. so you can sit the fuck down and- JINX. GIVE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME-" "but i don't WANNA listen to mayhem!" "exactly. it's two against one, sevik-" "i don't wanna listen to the repo soundtrack either, sorry pops. it's surprise privilege or nothing." "what's that, is that another one of your shitty fucking punk bands that nobody else knows about?" "if it's going to be this much of an issue, next time, i'm letting singed decide-" "NO."

[jackels-in-space]

╔⏤╝GUILTY PLEASURE: PART 1╚⏤╗

Sevika was a war vet. She was a lieutenant. She was meant to be always be in control. In fact, her control issues was what made her good at making business deals for Shimmer Health but one comment from Ambessa Medarda, C.E.O. of Medarda Industries had her yearning for something different; she had a taste of submission and she wanted more. But that didn't align with the plan her girlfriend of seven years had for their life. She was Sevika's rock in this tumultuous life outside of the military and yet...she get's broken up with over the phone. It's Ambessa that's there to pick up the pieces.

Also posted on AO3 and gets updated first

WC: 2.3k

Tags under cut-off - no smut in this section but the story series is explicit

Tags: Modern AU, Cheating Accusations, War Vet Ambessa, War Vet Sevika, Break Ups, Top!Sevika, Domme!Sevika, Top!Ambessa, Domme!Ambessa, Alcohol, Swearing

There was a massive expo, hundreds of people from different companies coming together. It was Silco and Sevika’s hunting ground.

Shimmer Health was a leading medical company, having done work on making drugs available to the impoverished. Having made leaps and bounds with charitable organisations, it wasn’t hard to miss them. Now, they were intent on making a business deal with HexTek to fund their medical device research. 

“There they are,” Sevika muttered as she took a sip from her to-go coffee cup. 

Viktor, Jayce and Mel were standing on their podium, chatting to others. Renni and Margot had scouted out for them (the board of directors were nicknamed “the Chem-Barons”) and were striking up a conversation. In a moment, Margot would oh, so convincingly look around and aha! Silco and Sevika would be waved in for a conversation. 

Margot looked around.  

She casually spotted the duo. 

She raised a hand in greeting and- 

“Silco, Sevika, what a surprise to see you here.”

“I’m going to kill her,” Sevike muttered to Silco. “Go to HexTek. I’ll distract her.”

The duo turned around to see the leader of Medarda Industries , Ambessa Medarda, with her lackeys behind her.

“Ambessa,” Silco greeted politely. “Excuse me but I have some business to attend to. Sevika here is available to discuss M.I. and Shimmer .”

He clapped his business partner on the back before making his way to HexTek. Sevika saw the way the older woman’s face tensed, knowing that HexTek would be unable to discuss with her now (as if Mel would even let her own mother get close to her investment). 

Sevika downed the rest of her coffee, grimacing at the grains at the body of the cup before chucking it into the bin. 

“What can I do for you?” 

Ambessa's eyes didn’t leave hers, trying and succeeding at not looking at  and Sevika knew that there was nothing Shimmer had that M.I. wanted. The older woman was stuck playing nice lest other associates saw her real mean streak. 

“Oh, nothing much. Just wanting to see how you were getting on being on the outside.”

Sevika was a veteran, as was Ambessa. She had been medically discharged two years ago when an explosion damaged her left arm. It wasn’t gone and it didn’t need to be taken off but the significant scarring and nerve damage had hindered her. Sevika was five years out yet Ambessa kept asking. 

“I’m fine, thank yo-” Her phone rang and the younger businesswoman pulled it out from her back pocket. “Excuse me.”

She answered and her long term girlfriend was on the other hand. 

“Hey, Sevika…you have a moment?” 

“Sure, sure, just give me a second. Trying to get out into the car park.”

There was nervous laughter.

“Oh, yeah, right. It’s the expo today, isn’t it?’ 

“Yeah,” Sevika confirmed, making her way through people to the multi-story car park attached to the convention centre. “Everyone’s here.”

“How…how’s it going? You’ve been preparing for it for a while.” 

“Mmm, not too bad. Medarda tried to swoop in on HexTek but we got in before them. With the sales pitch we prepared, they’re as good as ours!”

“That's…that’s great.” There was a moment of silence. “ Are you good to talk now?” 

Sevika had made her way back to her car and had opened it up, reaching in for the packet of cigarettes she kept in her glove compartment. She sat down in the driver's seat, keeping the door open to ventilate as she lit up a smoke.

“Sure.” Sevika blew out smoke with the words. “Talk to me, Salim. What’s up?”

She heard a deep sigh.

“It’s…you know that conversation we had a while back? The one about switching up our roles?” 

Sevika hummed in affirmation. It was a while back, maybe six months or so ago. Sevika was the typical top and domme, always in control but then something had happened. In fact, it coincided with another expo, one where Ambessa was lurking around. She had barked an order at Sevika, telling her to get out of the way and Sevika…she…her brain broke and she realised how much she missed being told what to do. 

When discussed with her therapist, the shrink had suggested that Sevika give up control to the person she trusted and that…that was Salim. It was supposed to be simple, you know, just…rather than giving, Sevika would be receiving. She’d be put on the bed and lightly restrained whilst Salim did what she wanted. 

Salim wasn’t into that (which was fair, everybody had their own preferences) but it just…deflated Sevika. It was something she wanted to try and…it’s been nagging at Sevika. She really thought pillow princess were her thing and she loved Salim, she actually��loved her, but man…the way Ambessa had stared her down and ordered her about. It made her pussy clench and it was definitely masturbation fodder.

“Yeah? I thought we were cool about it.” Sevika took a deep inhale of her cigarette, her nerves fully on edge. “We talked about it. I-”

“Are you punishing me?” Salim blurted out. “Because the sex just isn’t what it was since that conversation.” 

Sevika’s eyebrows raised in shock and the cigarette dropped to the ground of the carpark.

“What? W-what do you mean? I thought-”

“Look, Sevika,” Salim cut her off. “ It’s not…it’s not as good as it was, okay?” 

Something bubbled up inside of Sevika. Outrage, indignity…

“N-not…we fucked for an entire weekend a month ago? Every single time, I have made you cum. Every single time, it has been about you .”

“Ah! So you are punishing me!” 

“How? Give me an example!”

“Uh…” 

“You don’t know,” Sevika laughed hysterically. “Oh, my, fucking god . So, what? What’s this really about? We’ve been together for, what? Seven years? You waited for me to come out of the military. You were by my side through the surgeries and the physio. You helped me to get over it .”

She felt like she was losing her mind, going crazy. She threw her legs over outside of the car, head between her legs, the phone pressed to her ear. God, she might throw up. 

“You never cared about being on the bottom and suddenly you’re asking to be tied down?” 

“They were handcuffs for fucks sake. Stupid, pink, fluffy handcuffs. I’ve done more to you-”

“Where did that come from? Hm? You tell me your therapist suggested that? You told him about our sex life and suggested something we never talked about-” 

“He’s my therapist! He knows about the psychology of kink and BDSM dynamics. I told you about this when I came out of the hospital!”

“I think you’re fucking him.” 

Sevika’s stomach dropped. 

“Girl, the fuck you on about? You know I’m a lesbian. You know man dick is something I never want to touc-”

“Oh, come on. They always deny,” Salim barked out. “Look, my shit is packed. I’m going.” 

“Salim, wait. Wait. wait. Please, oh, my god, wait .”

“Go find someone else to beg.” 

The phone line ended and Sevika’s heart dropped. She threw the phone down into the footwell and then…her head was in her hands and she was sobbing. Her body shook with the crying, shoulders quaking as she mourned everything she just lost. 

“Oh, god,” she cried out, her watery voice echoing in the parking lot. 

She didn’t notice the footsteps or the beep of a car alarm being turned off. She didn’t notice the way Ambess heard the crying and immediately started to look around, pinpointing the source. The older woman quickly walked, light on her feet, to Sevika. She coughed, unphased by the sight, but when the other veteran didn’t clock the noise Ambessa walked forward, crouched, and took Sevika’s hands in her own. 

“Sevika?”

The younger woman immediately jolted, her head snapping up to look into gold-brown eyes. 

“I-”

“Sh, sh, it’s okay, darling.” Ambessa reached up to wipe away a mascara and eyeliner stained tear with her thumb. “Take deep breaths for me. Deep breaths. That’s it, good girl.”

Sevika knew the breathing techniques. Her therapist pretty much became a drill sergeant for them. When she started taking deep inhales, the crying slowed. She had to breathe through her mouth, her nose blocked. Ambessa wiped away a few more tears before reaching into her handbag and pulling out a packet of tissues.

“Blow your nose then talk to me,” she instructed, her voice firm yet soft. 

Sevika did so, folding the tissue in half a couple of times before throwing into the footwell next to her phone, sniffling and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand. 

“Oh, my foundation,” she muttered, starting to cry once more when she realised her cultivated persona of badass was crumbling before a woman that she hated. 

“No, no, no. No more crying.” The older woman reached into her handbag once more and pulled out a clear water bottle, cracking it open and handing it to Sevika. “Drink. Careful, it’s vod-”

Sevika expected it to be water, knocking it back, but quickly sputtered and coughed when straight vodka burned her throat. 

“Holy shit, that’s vodka? ” she wheezed out, the burn of the liquor overwriting the burn in her heart.

Ambessa took it back, screwing the cap back on.

“A trick I learnt from my son. That boy was smuggling alcohol in before he could legally drink,” she mumbled before sighing in fondness at memories. “These expo’s get boring.”

Sevika flashed her a smile, though small and uncomfortable looking. She reached back and undid the ponytail that kept half her hair out of her face. She started to work out the gel when Ambessa reached up and started to scratch her short nails through her scalp. She wanted to bat her overly manicured nails away but…

“Why are you being nice to me?”

Ambessa scoffed, standing up with her hand still in Sevika’s hair. Then, her hand moved down from her scalp, across her cheek and then under the younger woman’s chin, lifting it up. 

God, those grey eyes. So big and wide… 

“You’re a pretty girl crying in a carpark. You’re also one of the few interesting people here.”

Those eyes flicked to the side, her face dropping with sadness.

“No-one’s called me pretty. Not even my girl- my ex-girlfriend,” she corrected herself, biting her lip to stop the crying. 

Ambress but her thumb on the bottom lip and dragged it out from under her teeth. 

“So…ex-girlfriend?”

Sevika jerked her head out of the hold, preferring to look at the floor rather than the woman that had turned up her entire life with one order. She looked at the phone and then gestured at it. 

“Called me up over on the phone .” Sevika scoffed, the ridiculousness of the scenario catching up with her. “She said the sex wasn’t like it was since I asked to bottom for once. She accused me of cheating on her with my therapist. My therapist who is a man. ”

The alcohol started to buzz through her veins. She was a heavy drinker but the combination of coffee for breakfast and crying any hydration she had left meant it was hitting quicker and harder than before. Ambessa had a keen, sharp eye and squatted down once more, placing her hands on Sevika’s forearms. 

“Do you have anyone to call? Is there anyone here I can get for you?” 

Sevika thought for a moment. It was mostly her work colleagues here, including her boss. 

“Ran? I guess? They drove with me here. They look like-”

“Yes, yes, I know who they are.”

Of course Medarda knew everyone at Shimmer Health.  

The older woman had her phone out, calling her assistant to find Ran and bring them to the car. When the call was done, the duo waited in silence before the vodka really hit. 

“I blame you,” Sevika blurted out, looking up through her lashes. 

Ambessa raised an unimpressed eyebrow, her arms crossed.

“Go on?”

“You just…you barked an order at me and, my god, I never got aroused in the army, but you’re just…” Her head was back between her legs and she waved her hand around. “I wanted to submit and-”

Ambessa had lifted the younger woman’s head again and by pressing two fingers against Sevika’s lips, she shushed her. 

“This is a conversation for when you’re in a more safe state of mind,” the C.E.O. stated, once again using that tone. “Give me your phone.”

Sevika didn’t think twice about unlocking her phone and handing it over. Her head swooned slightly and so she relaxed into the car seat as Ambessa clacked away at her phone. 

“Is Salim the girl?”

“Yeah…”

The older woman snorted.

“I’ve blocked her number for you.”

“Thanks.”

“I also put my number in there.” She handed the phone over. “Call me when you want to talk.”

Then, she picked up her handbag and walked towards the centre of the car park, waiting to flag down Ran and her assistant.

The conversation between Ran and Ambessa was short and simple; “her girlfriend broke up with her. She’s had some of my vodka. Get her home.”

Sevika didn’t even put up a fight when Ran told her to “get the fuck out of the seat”, maneuvering herself into the passenger side without leaving the car. She sobered up on the way home but quickly started to cry once more when they reached the apartment Sevika and Salim had lived in for the last three years together. 

“Shitting hell,” the assistant muttered, blowing their bangs out of their eyes.

Salim had cleaned the house. Every touch that was her was gone. Clothes, pictures, DVDs…gone. This was planned and not a spur of the moment thing. 

This wasn’t going to be good.

“Back a bag, Vika. You’re staying with me.”

It’d be three months till Ambessa got a singular text message from an unknown number:

I want to talk. 

[crunchycerealisgood]

The Saddle: A Melvika Fic

Serene.

That's the only word that could come to mind as grey eyes peered through the dancing smoke that was cast from the cigar in her mouth. It blinded her before opening, like a curtain, to reveal Noxias most hidden treasure. She shun like a gem, the lighting of Piltover's sun caressing the golden adornments as lovingly as it did her skin; kissing her from the tips of her feet to the tops of her head.

From there that love spilled out twisted into locs before exiting out into thick curls. Golden cuffs hugged different parts of the style and glowed like a crown on her. She worked diligently, hazel green eyes swimming across the documents in her hands. A small chuff exited the confident mouth before a smirk grew on black lips when those eyes shot up to meet her own. They blinked then returned to settling back on the paper.

“What can I do for you Sevika?”

Sevika pushed off the doorframe she was leaning on and walked further into the office to stand beside Mel. Her knees bent until her bottom leaned onto the desk knowing the expensive wood would hold her up. Her fingers opened into a v to slide around her cigar and removed it from her mouth to blow out another puff.

“I cant visit the high and mighty Mel Medarda now?” Sevika bemoaned her eyebrow raising in a playfullness.

“Not when you are just here to be a disturbance.” Mel bit back.

Mel sat back in her chair her lithe legs crossing causing her thighs to grow in width. Sevikas eyes couldn’t help but wander down them before trailing up to her breast, they were smaller than her own but damn did they fit perfectly in her hands. She especially loved how they jolted when the woman before her took sharp gasp of breath while her hands scrambled to grip onto Sevikas short locks. To pull her closer. Her eyes went back up to meet hazel eyes that gazed at her expectantly. She lifted her cigar back up to her lips to inhale and her smirk reached her eyes.

“You topsiders get annoyed so easily, don’t you.” She leaned down before blowing smoke into Mels face.

Mels eyes narrowed suspiciously before her head tilted back somewhat, amusement in her own actions. Then with a quickness she snatched sevikas cigar and observed it as if she were making a decision. She placed it to her mouth and inhaled gently before blowing out once she removed it. She placed a delicate hand on her chest and let out a stream of coughs making Sevika throw her head back in laughter.

“Fuck-” Sevika snickered before continuing in laughter. “I should’ve taken you for what you are”

Mel glared while she put the cigar out in a failing triumph. She huffed rolling her eyes as she turned in her chair to better face the woman.

“Oh please, you couldn’t lead a horse to water” Mel shot back with a smirk while Sevika placed her arm on the back of Mels chair making it lean back but Sevikas face kept close to Mel.

“You dont look like a horse to me though?” Sevika grumbled both of her eyebrows raised, a teasing expression in her eyes.

Mel leaned closer her eyes gazing down at Sevikas lips before raising to meet her eyes. “But you do look very much like a stallion.”

Her finger raised and pushed the crudely cut stands back from the womans face before her nails clawed and dug into her scalp. Sevikas eyes grew lazy as they gazed at eachother.

“Big…strong…and so very stocky. Something I do enjoy to saddle up and ride.” Mel purred as her hand trailed down from the womans scalp, to her ear, then her jaw. Those curious fingers trailed down her neck before resting on her left shoulder.

Sevika felt as if she had been grabbed by an invisible leash as those foxy eyes fluttered up at her lashes curling beautifully over them. She felt drawn in. She leaned in closer, her eyes looking down at that deep pink lip, waiting to grasp it in between her teeth. However, before she could, a finger rose between them and her head was gently pushed back.

“What greed.” Her eyes just shat out pure amusement as she locked onto Sevika.

Sevikas lips curled back into a snarl, the blackened skin from her time spent smoking stretching as her teeth bared just slightly. “You little-“

“Fox?Minx?”

“Bitch” Sevika drawled out making the looped strand of Mels eyebrow tilt.

“My, what a vulgar word. Yet, I thought you only liked name calling during our…extracurricular activities, hm” Mel lifted her pen to her lips just resting the end on them while her chin sat beautifully on the tips of her nails.

Sevika bit back a groan at the suggestive movement. This damned woman knew just what buttons to push. She rolled her left shoulder, her cape covering up the fact there was no arm there, but it was a needed break from the soreness her straps caused and the chaffing she often struggled with when it came to placing her various different arms. Though, the different butters and creams the white and gold adorned woman provided her gave her so much relief during those times.

Why did any of that matter though? What mattered was how she reached her hand out to grasp Mels jaw making her pucker her lips for Sevika to claim. Mels pen was held down below their kissing lips and gasping breaths before clattering onto the desk. Mel reached her hands up to thread her fingers into ebony locks to pull the larger woman closer. Mouths open and closed in a heated battle as two breaths became one, desperate for air. Tongues lightly teased the other in a curious dance as they remapped their way.

Sevika pulled away panting as fierce eyes became doughy yet heated while they gazed down at the dark skinned beauty. A whimper erupted from Mel as she tried to follow behind Sevikas trail.

“I don’t want to be a disturbance.” Sevika mumbled playfully filling the space between them.

“Damn this work!” Mel almost roared out as she grabbed at Sevika and pulled her back into a kiss.

A small squeak exited her as she was suddenly lifted above the woman, ensuring that mel had to bend down to meet her lips. Sevika kept her eyes on Mel while darting away on occasion so she could safely walk them to their shared bedroom. Servants and alike kept their gaze away from Sevikas glare until they made it into the large creme filled room. She carelessly dropped Mel onto the bed with a smirk as she watched the woman rise up onto her elbows, her eyes glazed over.

“Go get your saddle Medarda.” That was all the woman had to say as she watched the usually Posh, prim and proper woman scramble across the bed. Maybe this is what that messiah guy felt. This power. Cause fuck was she going to enjoy ruining her golden fox tonight.

Next Part

Authors notes:

This is my first fanfiction ever so I am open to constructive criticism! Thanks for reading if you see this!

[sadiecoocoo]

Arcane jayvik epic au

Jayce is Ody they look really similar in act 2 and are both motivated by their loved ones and getting back to them/saving them in some way

Viktor could honestly be a lot of characters, especially how throughout season 2 his character had a lot of changes so if we follow some aspects of arcane with the epic story we could say that different versions of Viktor are different characters at the same time…

like I feel like Mage Viktor could either be Athena or Tiresias since they’re both kind of guides to ody and also Tiresias is a prophet

the herald could be Poseidon, he’s trying to stop Jayce from stopping the glorious evolution so hes being a bitch

S1 Viktor could either be Penelope or Polites. Obvious reason would be that both are often seen as ody’s love interests, though Polites isn’t canon. Also Polites’ death was a big changing point in Ody’s story, like Viktor’s was in Jayce’s. Jayce would also be trying to bring his Viktor back, similar to how ody is trying to get home to Penelope. So ig Polites and Penelope’s characters would be combined for this au

Mel would honestly also work as Athena since she is both really smart and good at war and fighting (you know she would beat the god games in record time). She could also be Calypso but I feel that’s doing her dirty

Ambessa would be Zeus, being a big problem but not the main person trying to stop Ody. Also the disagreement between her and Mel is similar to the God Games

Vi could be Eurylochus since she and Jayce are sorta pals but also whenever they work together things go horribly wrong

Caitlyn could be Circe she’s just giving me those vibes (honestly could switch her and Vi’s roles and tweak the epic story so Ody isn’t the one that uses the other way of persuasion)

Jinx could be Hermes cause she would absolutely be amazing at being a silly messenger god that shows up to help out and also cause chaos. She could also be Aeolus

Sevika gives me ares vibes

Lest as Aphrodite I need not elaborate (not rlly shipping her and Seviks tho but it can be seen as that if you want :))

Silco could be Polyphemus since the eye thing and also being the one to kind of kickstart everyone’s problems

Singed could be Antinous cuz of his role with manipulating Viktor and being the one to really create the herald (this one is kinda a stretch but idk)

Another version of Jayce could be Hephaestus, maybe Giopara (I honestly don’t know much about him so idk if that would fit) or the “dead” Jayce from Mage Viktor’s world

That’s all I can think of right now

All of these are open for discussion and I’d love to hear you guy’s thoughts on this!

[abitohoney]

Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)

Chapter 5 of 5 - Punishment that Fits the Crime

AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare

Word Count: 12.8k (This sucker is chonky and filled to the brim with smut!)

Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.

AN: New tags added, so please read those!

‘The only thing I’m going to bend and break is you.’

Never had you found a threat to be so incredibly thrilling. So provocative. What should have filled you with dread and fear had you squirming and rubbing your thighs together, trying to ease the ache that suddenly spread through there.

“Now, you have a choice here, sweetheart. You can either walk away right now, and we never speak of this again, or you can stay here and take what we both know you deserve,” she whispered into your ear, voice low and dangerous. “So what’s it gonna be?”

How could that even be a question, given how your body screamed for her attention– her touch? Still, in the back of your mind, you found the check for consent just as hot as whatever the hell she had in store for you.

“Stay,” you whimpered.

She chuckled against your ear, sending a wave of shivers through your body. “So, how should you be punished, hm?”

You said nothing. Merely stood there damn near dying of anticipation. You knew there was nothing you could say to get you out of this dilemma. A dilemma you very rightfully deserved to be in. Brought it on yourself. It was as if you wanted this to happen.

And deep down, you knew. You did want this to happen. Whatever this was.

SMACK!

You heard the sound of the ruler connecting with the flesh of your bottom before you felt it, but only by a fraction of a second. You yelped, body jolting forward against the desk as the pain seared across your asscheek.

“I asked you a question,” Professor Sevika growled from behind you. She was standing again, that lovely skin contact gone, but your attention was focused on the prickling sensation that overtook your skin.

“S-Sevik-”

SMACK!

“-AH!”

Another hit from that damned ruler– at least mercifully to your opposite asscheek that time, but it drew a startled cry from you all the same.

“It’s Professor,” she snarled.

“B-but you said–”

“I said what?”

“You said out-outside class I c-could call you–”

“And where are we?”

…

Oh.

“Class?” you mewled.

“Mhm. That’s right, sweetheart,” she purred, accenting that lovely pet name by lightly brushing her fingertips across your sore skin.

The moan that left your throat at the contact was deprived, wanton, and oh so very needy.

“How many times should we do this?" She taunted. "One for each month you spent tempting me? Each week? Each day?”

How were you even supposed to answer that?

SMACK!

Your resulting pained cry quickly dissolved into a soft moan as she soothed over your bottom again.

“Or maybe one for each dirty fantasy you had about me during my lectures?”

The moment you felt that lovely hand leave your skin, your entire body tensed, eyes squeezing shut tight in anticipation of another hit. When it didn’t immediately come, only deafening silence filling the room, you released your breath in a pathetic, choked whimper.

“Pro-Professor, please!” you begged.

“Please what?”

…

“Stop?”

Gods, please no.

“Answer me or I will stop.”

“No!” you cried out, far more frantic and loud than you had intended, but holy fucking hell were you enjoying this far too much. The punishment followed by her soothing touch. The pain mixed with pleasure. Her… attention. All of it for you. And only you.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged softly.

SMACK!

“Fuck!” you cried out. That time she nailed one of the spots she’d hit earlier. You pressed your mouth against a forearm, fighting desperately not to sob or moan as loudly as your body urged you to.

Your professor’s sinister chuckle rang in your ears and left a pool of warmth low in your belly. Your legs threatened to give way, and you were pretty sure if you hadn’t been putting so much of your weight on that desk, your knees would have buckled and you’d have gone crashing down.

“That’s what I thought," she sneered. "Such a dirty girl. Likes being punished." She trailed the pads of her fingers across the marks she'd left, her voice softening but still holding that taunting edge, "Don’t you?”

Though her words were degrading, they only made you yearn for her more. And you knew beneath those biting remarks, it was actually praise. Especially when she paired it with those gentle caresses across your sore ass. It left you in a daze- that contrasting pain and pleasure- degradation and praise.

But she took her hand away again, far too soon, and you unwittingly reached back with both hands in an attempt to cover your exposed ass.

“Oh no you don’t,” she chastised. “Move those hands.”

Her words went in one ear and right out the other. You were too far gone already. Too hopelessly aroused by her onslaught. It was all too much, your body simply acted on instinct.

Through your haze, you heard a familiar jingle, followed by something sliding along fabric.

And then…

SNAP!

You jumped at the sudden, loud sound, but it wasn’t the ruler smacking your ass this time. It wasn’t anything touching you. It was…

Her belt?

She’d definitely taken her belt off. Snapped the two halves together.

Next thing you knew, your hands were snatched up by her much larger ones. The soft leather of her belt wrapped around each of your wrists several times before being secured through the buckle.

She bent over you and brought her mouth to your ear again. “Comfortable?”

There was bite in that question, but it dawned on you that there was more to it than just teasing. It was another consent check.

Fuck, that’s so hot.

Untrusting of your own voice, you simply nodded.

“Good,” she husked, accenting that single word with a gentle glide of her hand across your ass. The moment she stood back up though, you knew what was coming next.

SMACK!

No longer able to bury your face in your arm, your resulting yelp was embarrassingly loud and pathetic, more like a sob. And when her hand only ghosted over your burning flesh, you instinctively tried to push back into her. Unsurprisingly, she pulled her hand away immediately.

SMACK!

“Fuck me!” you cried out. The pain of overlapping hits to your tender cheeks was indescribably somehow both horrible and delightful.

Several choked sobs escaped your slack mouth while your professor chuckled behind you, soothing you again with that glorious hand of hers. It wasn’t until your head collapsed against the desk that you realized tears and sweat were streaming down your face, your cheek slipping against where it rested on the hard wood. And with your chest now smashed against the desktop, you could feel just how labored your breathing was.

“Patience, sweetheart. We’ll get to that soon.”

Get to what soon?

Oh.

Oh god yes.

You squirmed in place, thighs rubbing together with no resistance. Shit, you were so fucking wet, and just from her punishing you. But the thought of what she just implied was soon to come left you teeming with desire.

She leaned over you again, and this time, with your head turned to the side, you could see her face from your periphery. She didn’t immediately speak into your ear. Instead, she ran that wonderful nose of hers along the side of your neck, taking in a long, deep breath.

“You know,” she purred, “I think you’re enjoying this a bit too much.”

‘W-What do you mean?” you stammered.

She ran her nose in the opposite direction along your neck, timing it with the glide of her hand across your ass, causing you to shiver and groan. Then she pressed her lips against the pulse point along your neck. Not quite a kiss, but intimate enough to make your legs ache and your core throb with need.

“Your sweet little heart– I can feel it, hear it. You’re so terribly excited, aren’t you?”

…

“And I can smell your arousal.”

The tears and sweat did nothing to cool the burning sensation that filled your cheeks. There was no denying how outlandishly turned on you were by all this. In all your fantasies about her, never had you imagined anything like this. This was so much better.

“You know what I think? For as much as you seem to be enjoying this, I think we need to find something much more severe for a count. What about one for each second you spent touching yourself in class?”

“Y-You knew?” you gasped.

“Oh I knew everything you were doing. As I said before, just couldn’t act on it with a student.”

“But then- why now?” you whimpered.

“Grades are in. You’re graduating, no longer a student.”

Oh.

OH!

She hummed in amusement against your ear, apparently catching how your eyes had gone wide in realization.

“Tell me, what did you fantasize about that day?”

Just when you thought your cheeks couldn’t possibly burn any hotter, they did the moment you thought about admitting- out loud- what you had imagined about her that day. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on coming up with the shortest, least incriminating, version of your fantasy.

But how the fuck do-

SMACK!

“FUUUuuck,” your screamed curse deteriorated into a long moan when her hand quickly replaced that god-forsaken ruler.

“I know you’re smarter than this, sweetheart,” she cooed

Apparently you weren’t, considering how many times you’d delayed in answering only to receive another deliciously brutal smack to your bottom.

“I- I imagined- kneeling before you,” you stammered, keeping your eyes closed to hide your shame as you continued to confess, “Be-Between your legs, at-at your desk…” You trailed off, foolishly hoping that would be enough to placate her.

“Hmm. And what were you doing there?” she hummed, her hand still caressing your tender skin, tracing along the marks she’d left there as if admiring her handiwork.

“I- I was touching your thighs… getting ready to- to take your- your pants off.”

You could feel her fingers travel closer and closer to the apex of your thighs with each swipe of her hand, making it more and more difficult for you to concentrate.

“Mmm. And then?” she asked, her voice so undeniably deep and sultry.

“I- I was going to- to-”

“Hm?”

Fuck! Just say it!

“-to give you head!” you blurted out the rest, flinching as if you would feel her disgust hit you like the fucking ruler. But there was no disgust. None whatsoever.

“I should have known. You are the pleasing type.”

Before you could respond to the wonderful praise hidden in that statement, you felt her run two fingers between your slit through your panties.

Your legs trembled at that tiny bit of stimulation, a barely contained moan caught in your throat.

"Look at you. Already so wet and I haven't even touched that pretty little cunt yet."

“Professor,” you whined and attempted to push back against her hand.

“I think you’re enjoying being disciplined this way far too much. Maybe you’re more deserving of a punishment that fits the crime. Maybe I’ll just tease you,” she accented that word with a literal tease- another drag of her fingertip through your slit. “Just dangle what you desire right in front of that pretty face of yours, but make you wait. Make you crave it so bad it’s all you can think about.”

Good god, was she implying that’s what you’d done to her? Had she wanted you so badly all this time and just not acted on it to save both of you from possible firing and expulsion?

“Does that sound like a fitting punishment?”

You’d honestly take anything she’d deal out. Anything. But you still weren’t ready to admit to that.

“I- I don’t kno-” your answer was cut short by one final SMACK of the ruler.

“Fuck!” you cried out. That hit had been particularly harsh, nailing your already raw skin. But you were crazy. Simply crazy. Because you enjoyed that pain, at least when it was dealt by her.

You didn’t immediately feel her soothing touch, instead you felt her slip her fingers beneath the waistband of your soaked panties and carefully pull them down to just below your knees.

“Hmm,” she hummed appreciatively from behind you, “very nice.” 

You clenched around nothing at that praise, and she obviously took notice.

“So needy,” she teased, chuckling lowly when you attempted to push back against her hand as she ghosted it over your ass.

“Sev- Professor, please,” you whined. You bit your lip, too fearful to ask for what you really wanted.

“Please what?”

Of course she’d make you say it.

“Please touch me.”

Your professor’s smug face appeared in your periphery. “Where?”

…

“Here?” she asked, tauntingly brushing the tips of her fingers across the back of your neck and causing you to shiver.

…

“Or here?” she slipped her hand beneath the back of your shirt and lightly drug her nails down your spine.

You shuddered and moaned involuntarily, eyes fluttering shut at the delightful sensations coursing through your body.

“What about here?” With her hand never leaving your skin, she trailed her fingers over your ass, all the way down to your thighs, her middle finger dangerously close to where you really wanted her.

You tried again, without success, to push back against her hand, only for her to pull it away with a scolding, “Tsk.”

“You’ve got to use your words. I can’t spend all night guessing.”

She fucking knew where you wanted to be touched. She was just toying with you. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like how sadistic she was. So you took in a shaky breath, screwed your eyes shut, and forced out a defeated, “Between my legs.”

You knew that wouldn’t satiate her desire to have you admit the filthy specifics, so after taking another breath, you whispered, “My cunt.”

Still hovering over your face, she chuckled darkly. “Atta girl."

Gawd that was almost… demeaning, but holy fuck did it make you feel good.

She stood back up, placing a hand back on your bottom, only this time, as she dipped her spread fingers lower, she let her middle finger tease just along the outside of your wet folds. She reversed the path, moving her finger aside just before she could reach your entrance.

Goddamn tease!

And she just repeated the motion, leaving you sucking in a breath each time that tantalizing digit came close to your dripping center, only to release it from your lungs in a shaky groan. She kept at it until you were left squirming and pulling against the belt restraining your hands. Even with your eyes closed, you knew she was back there wearing the biggest, sexiest, most evil grin.

“Professor please!” you begged when she made another pass, this time the pad of her finger ghosting over your slit.

So close.

Of course she said nothing, but you knew what she was thinking. ‘Please what?’

“Inside, please,” you pleaded.

“All you had to do was ask,” she taunted.

With your eyes still squeezed shut, all you could focus on was the wonderful pressure of her thick finger finally slipping inside- slowly. So fucking slowly.

Your toes curled and you bit your bottom lip, struggling to remain quiet. Something primal started building in your throat, threatening to spill past your pursed lips at any moment. She was only the first knuckle deep and your head was already spinning.

“Mmm,” She hummed from behind you. “So warm-” Her second knuckle slid inside, then her voice sounded closer. “-wet-” she purred. Halfway to the final knuckle and her sultry voice even closer still. “-and tight,” she husked against your ear as she buried that finger clear to the last knuckle.

The breath you’d been holding to keep quiet fell past your parted lips in a wanton moan, your body trembling with the pleasure that coursed through your lower half.

God, if just a single finger feels that heavenly, how would two feel?

“Feel good?” she purred.

“Yes. Very…” you groaned when she slowly pulled her finger out, curling and dragging it along your walls. Warm air fanned across your cheek as she laughed tauntingly. You slowly opened your eyes to find her leaning against the top of the desk on her forearm, wearing the most shit-eating grin while she watched your expressions.

“Think you can take two?”

Not sure.

“Or should we work you up a bit first?”

Fuck no.

“I can take another,” you huffed out, struggling to remain still, the tip of her finger threatening to slip out completely.

She chuckled again, and you instinctively clenched at that undeniably sultry sound just as she slipped a single digit back inside.

“Forget your manners?” she taunted, stilling inside you.

“Pl-eeease,” you moaned when she dragged back out again. She’d obviously timed that with you trying to talk just to fuck with you. That should have made you angry, but good god did you enjoy the torture. And any bit of torture you felt disappeared the instant you felt her start to push two digits back in.

Oh fuck was it a stretch. You whimpered, spreading your legs wider to try to accommodate. Two of her fingers were easily as thick as three of your own. Had to be. And when she forced you to open wider, going deeper and deeper, you fought to bite back another moan. Fists clenched from where they were still bound behind your back, you didn't even notice the pain of your nails piercing your own skin when her fingers finally bottomed out.

No amount of fantasizing could ever have prepared you for how good you felt at that moment. So full. Only the slightest tinge of pain, but it was completely overtaken by the pleasant ache that spread from your core through the entirety of your body.

But you needed more.

You needed motion. Friction.

“Pro-fessor, please,” you begged, “Fuck me.”

Your body felt like it was on fire, and you weren’t sure if it was the embarrassment of how desperate and pathetic you were, the intense pleasure and anticipation, or a combination thereof. Whatever it was, you could feel a thin sheen of sweat forming across your forehead and chest.

Another low taunting chuckle timed with the drag of retreating digits and you thought you might just lose it right there.

Your lips parted, another plea ready on your tongue, only to come out in a sharp gasp the moment she rammed both fingers back inside your dripping hole.

“Fuck!” you cried out, but she left you no time to recover, immediately starting to finger fuck you at a slow, steady pace.

She was laughing from somewhere behind you again, but it barely registered in your lust-laden mind as she scissored, curled, and pumped her fingers in and out.

Gradually, she started to increase the speed, plunging deeper with each thrust and bringing you closer and closer to that blissful climax.

“You think that boy could fuck you like this?” she taunted, her lips dragging along your sweat-slick neck as she bent over you. She used her own body weight to push her fingers deeper, your insides burning and growing tighter with each thrust, each derisive little comment. “You think he could make you feel this good? Know exactly how to please you? All the right spots?” She accented the last word with a swipe of her thumb across your throbbing clit.

White light flashed behind your closed eyes, a feeling so electric firing straight from your core to your toes.

You were so close. So fucking close. Just a few more swipes. Just a few more- and you’d be there.

“P-Please!” you sputtered.

Another tease across the swollen bundle of nerves.

“I’m so close!” you cried out. You opened your eyes, hoping you could use them to plead with her, words no longer an option. Unfortunately, you could only see a blur of her face through your own tears.

And then her fingers were gone.

“Oh god no! No, please! Please Professor!” you sobbed frantically. You pushed up off the desk as much as you could without the use of your arms, squirming against your restraints and struggling to get strength in your legs to push back against her.

“Calm down!” Professor Sevika snarled.

Your eyes went wide, but you were too overwhelmed with desperation. You opened your mouth to protest, beg her more, only to have it filled with two thick, wet fingers. She spread them wide and shoved them clear back to your throat.

“Do you want to get caught right before your graduation ceremony?” she seethed against your ear.

You shook your head frantically, blinking away tear after tear, sending them spilling down your burning cheeks. The taste of your own slick filled your mouth as your tongue rolled along her fingers.

“You’ll get your release. You just have to learn to be patient,” she hissed. “ Like I did.”

Oh boy. Should have seen that coming.

“Got it?”

You took a deep, calming breath and murmured in affirmation around her fingers.

“You gonna be quiet now?”

You nodded, blinking away the last of your tears.

“Still think you deserve this?”

Another consent check, another nod.

She slipped her drool-coated fingers from your mouth and you watched as a string of saliva and slick clung between you two, core throbbing at the sight of it.

After wiping her fingers off across your ass, she gently helped you lie back down against the desk. With her mouth pressed to your ear, she whispered, “Now you be a good girl, and I’m going to get something else I think you’ll really like.”

Your eyes opened wide at the possible implications of that statement. You tried, without much success, to lift your head off the desk to see what she was doing behind you. Unfortunately, she was just outside your field of vision, but you could hear her rummaging through her bag on the floor. Then more shuffling, jingling of… buckles? More than one for sure.

“Not sure this is necessary given how dripping wet you are,” she taunted from behind you. Then you heard something squirt.

Lube?

Oh god.

She was lubing up a strap-on.

You shifted in place, rubbing your soaked thighs together, the thought of what was coming next leaving you yearning for what would assuredly be another delightfully full feeling.

“Oh!” you gasped when something unexpectedly wet and cold prodded at your warm entrance.

Sevika chuckled and teasingly dragged the tip through your slit. “So sorry sweetheart. Might be a little cold.”

No shit.

You didn’t respond, instead focused on your breathing, which was still heavy from getting so worked up. With your chest pressed against the unforgiving wood of the desktop, you could feel your heart throbbing faster each time she ran the head of the dildo through your folds.

“You’re gonna have to get a little higher for me.”

Easier said than done.

Your legs felt like they’d turned to jello, but you still forced them closer together and pushed up on your tiptoes, muscles screaming at you to cease the demand.

“That’s my good girl.” She gave your ass a light pat with her free hand and pressed the tip of the toy just far enough inside to keep it from slipping out.

It was not a small one by any means. You could already feel the girth by the paltry amount sitting just inside your entrance. A soft moan fell past your lips and you rested your slick forehead against the top of the desk.

“Think you can take it all?” She asked, both her hands massaging the round, plump flesh of your ass.

You honestly weren’t sure. Her two fingers were the perfect fit, and this felt even larger. However, you were not about to tell her no to anything she offered you. Not in this lifetime or any other.

“Yes,” you forced out with a shallow breath.

“Hmm. I think so too,” she husked. She pressed both her thumbs against the underside of each asscheek and forced you to spread open more, revealing you in all your wet, lascivious glory.

Then, ever so slowly, you felt the toy start to sink deeper. It dragged almost tormentingly slowly along your walls. You weren’t sure if she was doing it to toy with you, or to give you time to adjust, but whatever her reason was, it was leaving you struggling to think.

“Mmm. Look at that,” she hummed, delighting in the vision of the silicone cock sinking deeper between your wet folds. “Fuck, that’s real good.”

Instinctively, your body jerked back towards her, forcing the toy considerably further in. You gasped at the sudden intense stimulation, muscles straining and fingers curling into fists.

Professor Sevika moved her hands to your hips, her nails digging into the soft flesh as she held you in place.

“Uh-uh,” she chided mockingly. “I’m in control here.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, “It-It just feels so good and you’re just so… I’m so…” You trailed off, mind blanking the moment she pushed in the last remaining length of the toy, her hips pressing fully against your ass.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch that.”

Through the haze in your head, you heard the taunting lilt in her words, but it only made the knot forming low in your gut pull tighter. And with the height difference, the strap pressed in at an odd angle, to the point you could swear there was a bulge low in your stomach where it rested against the desk.

A sudden sharp pain in your hips knocked you temporarily back to your senses.

“I asked you a question,” she snarled, her nails sinking into your flesh.

“I- I’ve never felt so good. Never needed something- someone- so bad,” you exhaled as she started to pull back out.

“We’re only getting started, sweetheart,” she taunted. Then, just as the tip threatened to fall from your needy cunt, she snapped her hips, burying the faux cock clear to the hilt.

All the air rushed from your lungs in a sharp cry of pleasure, surely loud enough that anyone in the vicinity could hear. Hopefully nobody was.

“You’d better stay quiet. Or do I need to busy that mouth of yours again?” She seethed, leaning over your body to speak into your ear.

What was with all the difficult questions? There was no way you could keep quiet while she fucked you. It was too intense- too fucking good. And good god, she was making that angle so much worse- or better- with the way she was positioned. You stretched on your tiptoes, trying to relieve some of that overwhelming pressure.

“I’ll be good,” you mewled, “I’ll be quiet.”

“That’s my good girl,” she purred as she ran the tip of her nose along your ear. “Keep this up, and maybe I’ll let you cum sooner than later.”

You clenched around the toy, and you knew she could feel it by the evil little laugh that rumbled through her chest to where it pressed against your back.

She stood back up, and you whimpered at that loss of contact, only to be distracted by the strap withdrawing again.

Just as she’d done with her fingers, she started fucking you with a steady rhythm. Except this time, she only pulled out slowly, reentering at a much faster speed. Her hips slammed against your bottom each time, leaving you biting back moan after moan.

“How’s it feel having that wet little hole fucked by your professor?” she taunted. “Did you fantasize about this too?”

You’d literally dreamt of this moment a thousand times, a thousand different ways. Though none had ever compared to how it truly felt.

“Yes- many times- but I- never imagined- it would- feel this- good,” you moaned between each push of the toy along your walls.

“Such a filthy girl,” she jeered.

Maybe she was right, but if this was how filthy girls were punished, you weren’t about to change a damn thing.

She started fucking into you harder, faster, deeper– using your hips as leverage to pull you against her while she continued to thrust her hips.

Her grip was anything but gentle, sure to leave bruises you were more than willing to have. The force of her thrusts shook the desk hard enough to rattle the pen and pencil holder that sat precariously at the edge. Not that either of you gave a damn. You were too caught up in absolutely falling apart at her doing, and she was too caught up in watching it.

It wasn’t long before you once again found yourself at the precipice of bliss. The knot low in your belly pulled so taut it threatened to break at any moment.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

The question echoed through your clouded head in her husky voice, but you weren’t sure you could form the words necessary to answer that. So instead you nodded your head, cheek sliding across the desk where it still rested in a pool of your own sweat and tears.

Between the maddening drag of the faux cock, you could feel one of her hands slide from your hip down around one of your thighs. Her middle finger ran along a trail of slick gathered along the inside before climbing up to circle your throbbing clit.

You gasped, a string of incoherent babbling following immediately after.

Just a few more of that motion and you’d be falling.

“Don’t think I’m letting you have it that easy,” Professor Sevika taunted. She was bent over you, those full lips of hers teasing along your ear yet again. “You’re gonna have to earn this.”

Fuck, god no.

You whimpered and pulled against the belt restraining your wrists.

If you could just-

“You brought this on yourself, sweetheart.”

True or not, you weren’t in your right mind to accept that, but neither were you capable of disputing it.

“How about a test? If you can answer these questions, I’ll let you cum. If you can’t, well, I’m just going to keep you right on that edge.”

She’s got to be fucking kidding.

“First question; What is the viscosity of an inviscid fluid?”

What?!

You weren’t sure if it was the haze that had taken over your head, or if that was a trick question.

“Zero?” you moaned as she timed another thrust of her hips with your answer. “𝝂 equals zero.”

“Good girl,” she purred into your ear, swiping the pad of her finger across your clit again.

You keened, body trembling.

At least the questions were easy as hell.

“Now, what type of fluid continues to flow regardless of forces acting on it?”

Scratch that last thought.

Shit.

Think.

She continued to fuck you, but dragged that goddamn finger just outside your aching bundle of nerves, distracting you each time it came within close proximity.

Fucking hell.

Come on. You know this.

OH!

“Newtonian fluids!” you choked out.

“That’s my smart girl,” she whispered into your ear and flicked her finger against your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” you cried out as pain and pleasure radiated from that tiny point.

“Now, give me an example.” Her finger dipped lower, gathering more slick that had collected just above your entrance. “-in this room,” she added with a very obvious teasing lilt.

A fluid that continues to flow regardless of forces acting on it… in this room…

Was she really trying to get you to say that?

As she smeared the wetness from her finger all around the hood of your clit, you knew you had the answer she was looking for.

“My- My cum?”

“Mhm,” she hummed against your ear, her finger circling your clit once more.

“Please, Professor! I’m so close!” you begged.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Gotta be patient like I was. One more question.”

You bit your lip- hard- desperation to reach the end driving you mad.

“What is the coefficient of compressibility?”

Fuck.

“I- I-”

Another thrust, finger teasing so close.

With no coherent thought left in your head, all you could do was beg for her mercy.

“I can’t! God, p-please Professor. Please! I’ll do anything! Anything you want!” Your desperate pleas fell past your lips in a pathetic babble.

Her other hand left your hip and slipped between the desk and your stomach. With what little strength you had remaining, you lifted yourself up, allowing her hand to slip higher, between your breasts until her large fingers wrapped loosely around your throat, her forearm taking most of your weight.

“Anything?” she growled into your ear.

“Fuck yes!” you sobbed, your eyes flying open and allowing the tears of desperation to flow freely.

“Hmm, yes you will,” she hummed.

Then, god bless that fucking sinful woman, she slipped two fingers on either side of your swollen clit, timing each glide with a pump of the strap between your legs and the tightening of her fingers around your neck.

Your vision blurred, lids fluttering shut and eyes rolling back behind them. Airway restricted- just the slightest bit- you felt as if you were approaching a high. Any moment you’d fall, come crashing down into a pool of bliss.

“Should I stop this?”

The question echoed through your empty head. You had no idea what ‘this’ was, but you wanted nothing she was doing to stop.

“No, god please, no.” The voice you heard speak those words sounded nothing like your own. It was so deep, guttural, and uncontrolled.

“You like this?” she husked, fingers squeezing just a tad tighter, but enough to have you seeing stars.

“Fuck, yes,” you groaned.

“Good. Now cum for me.”

One more perfectly timed squeeze of her hand, glide of her fingers, and thrust of her faux cock was all it took to finally, finally send you toppling over the edge.

Your breath rushed out with a sputtered string of curses, her name mixed in. You felt weightless, like you were falling, even as her arm held the full weight of your chest. Waves of heat spread from your core throughout your entire body, every muscle burning as they contracted.

“That’s it. Let it all out,” she husked against your ear, her hand loosening its grip on your neck and pace slowing while she let you ride out the high.

When your babbling died down, fading into soft, labored breaths, she finally stilled completely and carefully lowered your upper half back down to rest on the desk.

Even with your eyes open, the room was a blur. As you settled against the desk, your cheek slid against the wooden top, still slick with more tears and sweat.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” your professor asked, combing through your hair with one hand while the other caressed your bound arms. She chuckled when all you could give her was a tiny nod. “That good, hm?”

You nodded again. Even if you could speak, words could never express the utter bliss you felt.

Her hands moved to the belt still binding your wrists and carefully removed it, tossing it aside on the desk as your hands fell limp along your sides. She shifted behind you, causing you to flinch when the silicone toy pressed against your overly sensitive walls.

“I’m gonna pull out now,” she warned, but before you could reply, she pulled back, ripping a sharp gasp from your sore, overused throat.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath.

She merely chuckled again and gave your ass a playful pat.

As you started to come to your senses, you realized your full weight rested on the desk, your legs had given out at some point. You tried to put a minuscule amount of weight on them, only to feel them tremble and threaten to buckle.

“I- I can’t stand,” you admitted sheepishly.

“No need.”

The next thing you knew, you were being manhandled– picked up, turned, and pulled onto your professor’s lap from where she sat in her chair. Somehow you managed to maneuver enough to straddle her, kicking your panties off the rest of the way in the process. The sticky strap rubbed against your swollen clit, overstimulation leaving you whining and grasping your professor’s shoulders.

“Shh,” she hushed you. Though her lips curled into a cocky, self-satisfied grin, her honeyed words were contrastingly sweet and soothing. “You did so well,” she cooed. She took your hands into her own, kissing along the red marks left along each wrist from where the belt had rubbed them raw during your struggles.

Then she cupped the side of your face and neck, examining how the sweat and tears had run your makeup, stained your bright red cheeks. “Look at you. Such a mess.” Her gray eyes glistened behind her glasses as they followed the path of her thumb tracing the apple of your cheek. “Such a beautiful mess.”

Your chest swelled and heated, spreading clear up through your neck to your cheeks. You pressed your cheek against her hand, biting your lip and giving her a bashful smile. When you swallowed, you felt a faint throbbing in your neck, a heated memory of where she’d wrapped that strong hand around it. One of your hands moved there instinctively, touching as you closed your eyes and relished the memory.

“Was- that too much?”

Your eyes flew open, alarmed by the unexpected hint of concern in your professor’s tone. That smile of hers was long gone and her eyes searched your neck after you pulled your hand away.

Oh fuck.

“Not at all!” you assured her, taken back by the sudden change in her demeanor, and admittedly rather moved by it. “I- I really enjoyed that,” you admitted with a shy, but reassuring smile.

“Yeah?” The corner of her mouth tugged upwards again.

You nodded, meeting her gaze and taking one of her hands to place it against your neck. Your hand slid over hers, squeezing it gently.

Her lips curled higher and she gripped your neck in her large hand, pupils dilating as she watched you close your eyes.

Your head lolled back, a soft moan falling past your parted lips.

She pulled you closer by the neck, her plush lips gliding over your chin and up along your jawline.

“Maybe you’re not such a good girl,” she husked.

Your hand slid down to wrap around her wrist, to ground yourself when your head began to spin, renewed lust taking the reins once again. The other hand fell to grip the arm of her chair as you felt her lips tease over yours.

It dawned on you that she’d fucked you stupid, and yet you hadn’t actually kissed her yet. But she just taunted you, held you still by your neck and let her warm breath mingle with yours.

“Professor, please,” you pleaded breathlessly. Your head may have been restrained, but your lower half was able to remove freely, allowing you to grind against her strap.

“Please what?” she asked, voice deep and taunting.

“Kiss me,” you pleaded, lips ghosting over hers as you spoke.

“Hmm,” she hummed, “Do you really think you deserve it?”

When you felt her run the tip of her tongue over your bottom lip, it took every ounce of willpower not to try to capture her mouth with your own. You attempted to swallow the lump forming in your throat, struggling to remain still for her. The heat returned between your thighs and you ground against her strap again. “Yes. I- I’ve been good for you.”

“You still gonna keep your word and do anything for me?”

“Yes.”

“You gonna ride my cock?”

‘Yes.”

“And clean the mess you’ve made after?”

“Yes ma’am.”

…

The silence that followed nearly drove you to the brink of insanity. Her warm breath fanned across your dry lips, but when you attempted to wet them with your tongue you were met with the tease of hers. Your resulting wanton moan became muffled the moment her lips finally pressed to yours.

Her hand slid down from your neck to slip under your shirt and grasp one of your breasts, squeezing it roughly while her tongue delved deeper into your mouth. She all but devoured the soft, sweet sounds you made as your senses were invaded by her heady kiss and touch. The taste of her mouth- smoky and just a hint of sweetness. The press of her lips- so unbelievably soft. The aggression of her probing tongue- overwhelmingly good. And the warmth of her large hand- teasingly rolling over the hardening peak of your breast.

When she finally broke the kiss, she let you rest your forehead against hers while you caught your breath. Staring into her gray eyes through those sexy glasses, you couldn’t believe any of this was happening. All those days and nights you spent thinking about her, you never truly thought you’d get here, especially like this. Never thought a woman so smart, sexy, gorgeous, and strong would give you the time of day, let alone fuck you so wild and passionately. It was utterly mind-blowing.

And yet, as you sat there, straddling her lap and feeling that familiar knot forming in your belly, she was watching you with just as much admiration and desire.

“Ready?” she asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded, teeth capturing your bottom lip in anticipation.

She tucked your skirt up and into its waistband then grasped your hips. She lifted you up over the tip of her faux cock, just letting you hover there for a moment. Raising her hips off her chair just enough to rub the tip over your sensitive clit, her lips curled into a smug smile as your face contorted at the teasing touch.

Hands braced on her broad shoulders, you locked eyes with her when she let you control your descent. You lowered yourself, ever so slowly, and though you were already looser from your first round, the stretch was still indescribably fulfilling. It took much of your remaining control to hold back the moan that tried to escape, the skin of your lip on the verge of breaking with how hard you bit down.

She captured your chin between thumb and forefinger, gently prying your lip out from between your teeth. “I want to hear those pretty little noises you make.”

Your cheeks heated, but you nodded obediently. As you sank lower, you finally let a soft, long moan slip free. The way her smile grew at that only served to encourage you further. “Fuck,” you breathed when you finally bottomed out. You collapsed forward, burying your face in her neck for a moment while you regained your senses and adjusted.

“Not already giving up on me are you?” The vibrations from her low chuckle reverberated from where her chest pressed into yours.

You sat back up, smiling at her shyly. “No, I just need a minute. Very sensitive after all… that.”

Her lips twitched at your last word, clearly proud of herself.

Fuck that lopsided grin of hers is so damn sexy.

“Take all the time you need,” she replied and ran her hands up and down your back beneath your top. She started to lift it up, then paused suddenly.

You met her eyes, curious why she stopped, and noticed she had raised a brow expectantly. She was asking for permission.

Hot.

And better yet, maybe you could use that to your advantage. Your eyes dropped to the gold chain she wore, followed it all the way down her neck and chest to where it disappeared between her cleavage and under her shirt.

“Can I unbutton yours?” you asked sweetly, feigning innocence despite the fact that you were obviously trying to bribe her.

She eyed you suspiciously for a moment, and you thought for sure she was going to deny it, but to your surprise, she gave you a short nod. “Suit yourself.”

You beamed and immediately reached for her top button.

“Ah-”

You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes flitting back up to hers.

“Yours first.”

Of course.

Not that you minded. Especially with how her eyes raked appreciatively over your exposed chest after she pulled your top off and tossed it onto the desk.

“Hmm,” she hummed and ran her hands up from your waist, over your sides, and slid her thumbs beneath each breast, pressing gently into the soft flesh. “So pretty.”

Beyond flattered by the compliment and excited to get to her shirt, you squirmed on her lap, completely forgetting the fact that her faux cock was still buried inside you. You whimpered at the unexpected stimulation, earning yourself another one of her sexy, taunting little laughs.

You sucked in a breath and held it, shaky hands reaching for that first button. You managed to get it out with little to no problem, but each subsequent button became increasingly difficult as your professor’s ministrations became more aggressive, fingers teasingly rolling and pinching your nipples. Without looking you could feel her smirk growing at your frustration while you struggled to remove the second to last button above the waistband of her slacks.

“Need some help?” she taunted.

“No. I can do IT!” the bite in your words was lost in the squeal you released when she gave both nipples a particularly hard, but downright blissful, pinch.

“What was that?”

“I said I can do…” You once again couldn’t finish your statement, this time because she had lifted her hips, pushing the silicone toy deeper inside you. “Fuck me,” you cursed under your breath, trying to clear the fog that pleasure had generated in your head.

She chuckled again, but took mercy on you and held off on the stimulation, allowing you to quickly remove the remaining buttons.

The excitement of finally seeing beneath her blouse had your every nerve firing up in overdrive. Bottom lip pulled between your teeth again, you slowly pushed her blouse open, revealing the expanse of that beautiful rich brown skin. Your eyes trailed from her deliciously toned abs to her equally delectable breasts. Turned out she wasn’t wearing a bra either and you wondered if that was specifically planned for tonight. And good god were her breasts beautiful, lying soft and heavy against her chest.

You met her gaze, a question in your eyes.

Can I touch?

A little nod of her head was all it took and your fingertips were at her abs, tracing each line, working your way up to her chest. You paused your exploration, nerves alight with anticipation. You weren’t prepared though, for the response she gave when you finally cupped that round, supple flesh in your hands and gently squeezed them.

The low, strained groan that left your professor’s mouth had your gaze darting to her face. With what little you could see behind her half-lidded eyes, her pupils had dilated. Even her hands had ceased their ministrations on your breasts.

Oh. Wow.

Fuck, you wanted to explore more of that, but the moment your hands froze in shock, her eyes narrowed and honed in on you.

“That’s enough. Now ride my cock or I’ll make you do it myself.”

You swallowed hard, not about to argue with that, and moved your hands back up to her shoulders. As soon as you started to lift off her lap, the toy dragging along your walls, her smirk reappeared. You knew she could see you straining, fighting the ache that spread through your legs at the stimulation.

She slid her hands to your back, gently running them up and down as she watched you set a slow, but not so steady pace.

You closed your eyes, trying to block out her distractingly smug grin while you struggled to remain composed enough to bounce on her lap. Each descent drug a low moan from your throat. And as you increased the speed, the muscles in your legs throbbed and threatened to give out.

“That’s my good girl, bounce for me,” Sevika husked. She slid one hand down to your lower back while the other grabbed one of your tits.

“Professor,” you mewled, faltering at the distracting sensations.

She ignored your plea and instead leaned forward to catch your nipple in her mouth while you attempted to keep riding her.

Blunt nails skimmed down your back until they sank into your hip. That hand guided your motions and kept the pace as soon as you started to lose the ability to use your legs, weakened when the pleasure became too much.

“Professor, I- I can’t,” you huffed between descents. You sank your own nails into her shoulders, willing yourself to keep going despite your muscles screaming and burning.

She chuckled against your breast before swirling her tongue around the hardened peak. “Thought you said you could,” she murmured teasingly against your other breast.

“I- I was- OH!”

She bit down on your nipple, and judging by the curl of lips against your skin, she was intentionally trying to fuck with you.

“Professor, please. I- I was wrong,” you managed to get out.

The hand playing with your breast slid down to your other hip, gripping it tight.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” she husked after pulling back from your breast to examine your strained expression.

She took over control, lifting you up and pulling you back down at a pace that had you gripping her shoulders tighter. And each time she pulled you down, she lifted her hips to grind the base of her strap against your clit.

With the sensitivity still lingering from your first orgasm, and her skilled arms and hips, it didn’t take long for that familiar tightening sensation to return.

No longer able to even hold your body upright, you collapsed against her chest, your breasts bouncing against hers as she continued unhindered. You buried your face in her neck, murmuring and moaning how good it felt while the lewd squelching sounds of your sopping cunt being pummeled echoed off the classroom walls.

Feeling the inevitable climax fast approaching, you sucked in a breath and sank your teeth into the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder, muffling your cry of ecstasy when your second orgasm tore through you.

Too lost in the pleasure rippling through your body, you failed to hear her hiss of pain when your teeth sank deeper, nearly breaking skin.

Her grip on your hips tightened, but she never faltered, bouncing you on her cock until she felt you release your bite and fall completely limp against her.

Both of you sat there for a moment, saying nothing, only listening to the other’s heavy breathing. Your chests rose and fell in sync, skin sliding along skin slick with sweat, and you were grateful for her allowing you to open that shirt. The contact grounded you while you recovered from your high.

Professor Sevika slid her hands from your hips to your back, fingertips drawing lazy patterns along your spine. It was contrastingly sweet compared to the wild night she’d given you and it made your racing heart skip a beat.

It dawned on you, as the haze cleared from your head and your lips glided over her skin, that you had left quite the mark on her. Blinking, you lifted your head just enough to peer down at the damage. You really had done a number on her, left two nice rows of dark red indents along that beautiful brown skin. Brows furrowed in worry, you sat up and examined her face. She didn’t seem upset- a lazy, cocky smile on those dark lips.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you whispered, voice hoarse from overuse. You trailed your finger tenderly across the marks.

She chuckled. “Don’t you worry about that. I’ll wear it like a battle scar.”

You smiled at her bashfully, not only relieved that she didn’t mind, but flattered that she would so proudly let them be seen.

She pulled you closer, ghosting her lips over yours. “Besides, I’ll just have to make sure I mark my claim as well,” she purred.

And just like that, the pleasant ache of arousal returned to your lower half.

God, she knew just what to say to make you melt.

Before you could lean in and take the kiss she was teasing you with, she pulled back. “Now for you to keep to your end of the bargain. You’re gonna clean the mess you’ve made.”

What exactly she meant didn’t immediately register, but the moment you followed her eyes when they dropped to where your body met hers, you realized what she meant.

Oh.

You had no qualms with that, but there was the problem of your legs. Every muscle burned and ached, threatened to turn to liquid the moment you attempted to put any weight on them. “I- I still don’t know if I can use my legs.” Your cheeks heated at the confession.

“I can help you with that,” she replied, and you could hear the cocky edge in her tone. Her hands returned to your hips, ready to lift you off.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, a little louder than intended.

She raised a brow, but her hands stilled at your sides.

“Can I have another kiss first?”

“For someone who’s deserving of a good punishment, you sure have a lot of requests,” she sneered.

“Is that a yes then?” you asked, trying but failing to hide your smile.

She said nothing, instead slipped one hand behind your head and pulled you closer.

Your lips parted the moment they connected with hers, a quiet sigh escaping at the softness. Her tongue teased along the inside of your upper lip, drawing back when you tried to meet it with your own. The muffled whine of protest that pulled from your throat turned into a sharp gasp when she captured your bottom lip between her teeth and tugged.

After one more quick press of her lips to yours, she slowly lifted you up off the sticky silicone toy, pulling a long whine from you in the process. The overstimulation you’d felt before had increased tenfold. Though you could tell she was trying to be gentle, the upward tug at the corner of her mouth did not go unnoticed.

Then she carefully helped you sink down to your knees between her spread legs.

You moved your hands over her thighs, letting them hover there for a moment while you peered up at her, waiting for her permission to touch. When she nodded, you let your hands run up the length of her legs, from knees to the very apex of her thighs.

The dark black faux cock was more than a little coated with your release, a clear indication of just how fucking good she’d made you feel.

Scooting closer, you peered up at her through your lashes, watching her reaction closely while you drug the tip of your tongue from base to tip. That earned you a pleased smirk, encouraging you to keep up the display. The taste of your own release filled your mouth, bitter but arousing. Your eyes fell shut, a soft moan rolling past your lips.

“That's it,” she purred from above you. She caressed your cheek with the backs of her knuckles as you peered up at her sweetly. "Now be a good girl and get it all for me."

You ran your tongue up the length again, this time with the flat of your tongue, half-lidded eyes still on hers.

Her hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head to gently guide you over the tip. “How much can that pretty mouth of yours take?” she husked.

As much as she fucking wants.

“Can you take it all for me?”

You weren’t sure, but there was no way in hell you weren’t going to try your damnedest. So you gave her an innocent little nod and adjusted your position, raising yourself up higher despite your legs protesting against the extra strain. Her hand, though heavy where it rested at the back of your head, remained still, allowing you to control the motion. Taking a deep breath, you wrapped your lips loosely around the tip and slowly descended, taking the sticky strap inch by inch until your lips kissed the base.

Your eyes watered as you struggled not to gag when the tip touched the back of your throat. You closed your eyes, concentrating on your breathing. Then, with your tongue pressed against the slick silicone and lips pursed, you slowly dragged back up the length, coming off the end with a wet pop.

“Let me see,” she demanded before you could swallow. She took your chin between her thumb and forefinger and gently pressed down.

Obediently, you let your jaw go slack, allowing her to open your mouth. You watched her expression closely when you stuck your tongue out, relishing in how her lips curled higher in approval.

“So good for me,” she purred, and she slowly leaned down to capture your lips with hers.

Your eyes fell shut and her tongue immediately delved inside your mouth, swiping over yours to collect the slick and saliva that coated it. You groaned and pressed further into the kiss. A deep hum of satisfaction rumbled from her chest and up through her throat. You dug your nails into her thighs.

When she broke the kiss, you peered up at her from beneath your heavy lids. She met your gaze through her glasses, gray eyes sparkling with mirth.

How does she stay so cool and in control while you kneel at her feet dizzy and overwhelmed from her kiss alone?

"That's only half the job.”

What?

That statement pulled you from your thoughts, but even as you repeated the words in your head, you weren’t sure what she meant. Your attention dropped to the strap, which was, in your opinion, pretty fucking clean for having only used your mouth.

Without warning, Professor Sevika stood, nearly knocking you backward when the faux cock sprung close to your face. You tilted your head back, staring up at her with a quizzical look.

Fuck she’s so damn tall.

She simply smirked down at you while she slipped off her harness and tossed it into her bag on the floor.

You patiently waited, hoping whatever she meant to happen next would come to light. And it certainly did the moment she reached for the top button of her slacks.

Oh god yes.

She must have noticed when the realization struck you, given how her lips curled even higher. With the button pushed out of its loop, she slowly- teasingly- pulled the zipper down.

Your fingers curled, clawing at the tops of your thighs where your hands rested. You were finally going to get to relive that fantasy and there was no containing the excitement that sparked through your body like lightning.

Hands back at her sides, she regarded you for a moment, enjoying just how eager you appeared kneeling there at her feet. “Go ahead.”

Those two words, though alone sounded like permission, you could tell there was more to it. She wanted to reward you.

Despite how badly you yearned for this moment, you reached out slowly, hands damn near trembling as you slipped your fingers beneath the waistband of her slacks and underwear. The skin beneath was warm, smooth, and taut, and as you stripped her down, bit by bit, you could see a very prevalent v-line poking out from beneath the hem of her blouse.

As you slipped her clothing past her ass, she took a seat at the edge of her chair. Even when you pulled them clear down to her ankles, she kept her legs closed, unlike the way she’d typically sit. It was clearly her way of dragging the moment out, teasing you, getting you even more worked up. And it sure as hell was working.

You met her eyes when she bent down to gently lift your chin with her forefinger beneath it. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed hard, anticipation boiling up inside you, threatening to break what little control you had left.

"You like being teacher's pet, hm?” She hummed. “You have been very good for me. I think you deserve a treat."

When she released your chin, your wide eyes dropped to the apex of her thighs, mouth damn near salivating as she ever-so-slowly began to spread those strong, thick thighs of hers. Thighs you’d give anything to have your head between. And you’d finally have that. Any second now.

The smell of her arousal permeated the air around you. Your thighs rubbed together in an attempt to soothe the growing ache quickly taking over your lower half once again.

She smelled so fucking good.

Eyes hungrily glued between her legs, you whimpered at the sight of just how wet she was.

And it was all for you. You got her wet. You excited her. You turned her on.

As you settled between her thighs you ran your hands up the length of her toned legs, fingertips memorizing each muscle as they flexed beneath smooth brown skin. Her gaze felt heavy and heated while she watched you, and you wondered if she was struggling with patience as much as you were. For as much as you wanted to just dive right in, you wanted to take this moment slowly, enjoy it, relish in everything she offered you.

When your hands reached the tops of her thighs you peered up at her through your lashes. She wore a smile unlike one you’d seen before, lips slightly parted, revealing a small tooth gap you’d never had the opportunity to see before.

Could she possibly be any more attractive?

You smiled up at her sweetly and began gradually peppering soft kisses up along the insides of her thigh. Those wonderful muscles flexed beneath your lips the closer you got to her center, her legs spreading wider to allow your head more room. When your mouth pressed against the line where thigh meets pelvis you let your eyes fall shut and took a moment to just breathe in the scent of her. Musky, but with the slightest hint of that smoky spice you’d come to associate with her.

A large, warm hand at the back of your head drew your attention back up to your professor. You expected her to either give you a look suggesting you get to it, or to just pull your face against her, but she simply looked down at you through heavy lids, mouth still pulled into that little smile.

But you weren’t going to make either of you wait a moment longer.

Eyes locked on hers you leaned forward, tip of your tongue creeping out to barely tease through her wet slit. Even with that tiny swipe, the taste of her overwhelmed your mouth. Though slightly bitter like your own slick, she had her own unique flavor and it left your head spinning. You groaned, in unison with her own quiet sigh. You could feel her fingertips lightly curl against the back of your head where her hand rested.

So good.

Her lids grew heavier, urging you to take another taste and see just what kind of reactions you could get from her. You went in for another, this time tracing her soft folds, one swipe for each side. That earned you another delightfully deep groan that made your clit throb with need. And it seemed with that, her patience was finally wearing thin.

“C’mon. Be a good girl for me and clean up the mess you’ve made.”

Her voice- good god her sexy voice- was far raspier than usual, just dripping with lust. And you could see it in her eyes too, through the tiny slits that remained beneath her lids. She wanted this bad.

Not about to keep her waiting any longer, you gripped the top of her thighs and pressed the full length of your tongue inside her. Blunt nails dug into your scalp when you swirled your tongue around her walls, collecting as much of her arousal as you could before dragging it back out. You moaned as you swallowed, but immediately delved back inside, nose rubbing against her clit while you lapped at the fluids leaking from her.

She adjusted slightly in her seat, moving herself closer to the edge, and guided your face closer.

You were more than happy to oblige her by getting your face further in there, sucking on her folds before finally wrapping your lips around her swollen clit. Nose buried in the thick, dark patch of hair above, you slid your tongue around the tiny bundle of nerves, delighting in how that made her hips buck towards your face.

Her quiet, deep groans quickly became more prevalent the more you worked at her, and her grip on the back of your head became tighter and tighter. The moment you added suction to the mix of stimulation, she seemed to lose her composure.

“Fuck,” she groaned, nails biting into your scalp as she thrust toward your mouth again. “Just like that.”

Your own moans filled the air, pleasure coursing through your body at all the lovely reactions you were getting from her. You were beginning to wonder if you’d simply get off right there to just that.

Focused on her clit, you sucked, swirled, and flicked it, increasing the speed and intensity when you sensed her approaching climax. You could feel the muscles beneath your fingers tensing tighter.

The hand at the back of your head tightened in its grip and she started grinding against your face in earnest. And good god you could suffocate right there and die literally the happiest person on the fucking planet knowing you were the one making her feel so fucking good, making her want to fuck your face so wildly. It was heaven.

Unable to ignore your own needs any longer, you let one of your hands slip down between your legs, focusing your attention there, letting her take the reins and ride your face. Your insides tightened with each stroke of your fingers through your slick folds, each thrust of her hips, and each beautiful groan that spilled from her mouth.

Her movements suddenly became erratic and her thighs clamped around your head, holding you in a vice grip. Had you not been so overcome with your own delirious pleasure, you would have been disappointed that her curses of pleasure had been muffled by the press of her thighs against your ears.

She came hard and hot on your tongue and chin, smearing it across your face while she rode out her high. You were close yourself, but your focus switched to her again when her movements faltered. Your hand stilled between your legs and you worked your tongue to clean up every last drop that spilled from her.

When her hand and thighs finally released their death grip on your head, you fell back on your haunches, chest heaving while you stared up at her in a daze. To your utter delight, she appeared to be just as fucked out, at least compared to her typical cool composure.

Professor Sevika sat slumped back in her chair, breasts exposed between her mostly unbuttoned shirt, rising and falling with her heavy breaths. Her forehead glistened, covered by a fine sheen of sweat. She peered down at you through her foggy glasses, gray eyes barely open.

You wiped the side of your hand across your face and tried to contain the proud smile pulling at your lips. She looked utterly fucked, and you did that to her.

The two of you sat like that for a short period, trying to catch your breath, observing the other. She, miraculously, seemed to recover first. Not that it really should have surprised you. She clearly was far more experienced and skilled.

She stood to her full height before you and pulled her pants back up. With that lopsided grin painting her face once more, she knelt down and pressed the tip of her forefinger beneath your chin. “Now to clean you.”

Oh fuck yes.

Feeling the pressure she applied beneath your chin, you took that as her silent command to stand, and so you did, all while keeping your eager, wide eyes locked with hers.

The moment you were on your feet her hands slipped behind the backs of your thighs and she hoisted you up.

You squealed in surprise, earning yourself a low chuckle from her. She plopped your ass down on her desk without any regard to the papers, pens, and pencils that then scattered and fell to the floor. With your hands braced against the edge of the desk, you waited with bated breath for what was to come next.

She bent down to steal a quick kiss, but slipped away before you could lean in to deepen it. Your disappointment was short-lived though, as you watched her take a seat in her chair and roll herself between your spread legs.

“Lay back.”

You did as you were told, but propped yourself up on your forearms, wanting nothing more than to see her beautiful face between your legs while she assuredly gave you the most mind-blowing head you’d ever receive if any of her other performances were an indication.

“Wait!” you called out when she reached to pull off her glasses. She arched a brow and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Keep them on, please,” you asked softly.

“You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?” she sneered, but she obliged your request and instead busied her hands by running them up and down the sides of your thighs.

Unlike you, she did not take her time. With a firm grasp on your hips, she pulled your ass closer to the edge.

The startled yelp that pulled from your throat turned into a soft gasp when she grasped the back of your thighs, just below the back of your knees, and pushed them up towards the sides of your chest.

It left you spread wide open and on display in all your- soaked- glory, which she made sure to point out to you as if you hadn’t noticed.

“Look at you. Sweet little pussy just absolutely dripping,” she teased. Her eyes remained on your face though, watching you squirm and try to hide your embarrassment by turning your head away.

“Hey! Eyes on me!”

The sharp, dangerous tone of that command had your head pivoting back to face her so fast you’d quickly forgotten about your exposure.

“Good girl. I want to see that pretty face, understand?” she asked, tone softening.

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nodded.

And then, as she lowered her head, every muscle in your body tensed, the anticipation- from both of you- palpable.

The moment her mouth connected with your folds you released your breath in a shaky whimper. Once again she gave you no time to recover, running the flat of her tongue up through your entrance, the tip just barely teasing over the hood of your clit.

You clenched around nothing, earning yourself a wicked little smirk from your professor. Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you tried to hold back needy moans while she pushed that devilish wet muscle of hers deep inside you. Even though it couldn’t fill you like her fingers or strap, she managed to press and drag it along your walls with perfect precision and hard enough to leave you trembling.

You reached forward with one hand, barely keeping yourself stable with the other, and carded your fingers through her hair. And oh how fucking soft it was. Like silk. You tugged on it while her tongue swirled teasingly around your clit.

As much as you wanted to watch her, you weren’t sure your arm could hold you up much longer. With every glide of that tongue, and every deep hum of satisfaction that rumbled from her chest, you could feel your muscles burn and ache more and more.

You finally lost that remaining strength when you felt her soft lips wrap around your clit and suck. You fell back against the desk, both hands clawing at the unforgiving wood while she quickly worked you up.

“Oh fuck, Sevika, that feels so good,” you whimpered. Too drunk on your pleasure, you hadn’t even realized you’d forgotten to use her honorific. But she either didn’t hear or didn’t care, as she continued to drive you closer to the edge of your third orgasm of the night.

Your eyes rolled back behind their lids, heat pooling deep in your abdomen. The obscene sounds of her slurping, sucking, and all but devouring your cunt dissolved into muffled echoes behind the blood roaring in your ears.

Any second.

A gentle suction of lips.

Just a little more.

A sharp flick of the tongue.

A flash of bright white light took over your vision as trails of fire spread through your trembling body. Your cries or ecstasy rang through your ears and everything else faded away. Muscles contracted repeatedly, feeding your professor more and more of your slick.

Just as quick as that high hit you, it started to fade. And then set in the overstimulation, far worse than after your previous orgasms. Each swipe of her tongue made your body jerk involuntarily.

“Pro-Professor!” you whined. “Please! No more!”

She ceased immediately, sitting up to observe you through hooded eyes with blown pupils. And fuck, if you hadn’t felt so much pain from the overstimulation, you would have gladly let her keep going. But you were officially spent. You had nothing else to give.

She said nothing, wiping her mouth off on the back of her hand while she watched your breasts rise and fall. She moved her chair closer and carefully pulled your limp body across the desk and onto her lap.

You wrapped your arms loosely over her shoulders and collapsed against her, face buried in the side of her neck. Two large, warm hands ran up and down your back, soft lips pressing the most tender kisses along your hairline, and you simply melted.

“You alright, sweetheart?” she finally asked after a moment, voice low and raspy, but you could hear the hint of concern in there.

You slowly sat up, meeting her worried gaze with a sweet smile. “Never felt better.”

There was that haughty smirk again.

She pulled you closer, her lips capturing yours in a soft, but passionate kiss.

Your lips parted to release a soft, content moan, allowing her tongue to dip inside and for you to taste the bitter remnants of your arousal.

When she broke the kiss- much to your disappointment- she quickly soothed away any complaint you had with a playful tease. “Think you’ve learned your lesson?”

Your breathy laugh made her lips pull higher, revealing that cute tooth gap again. “I’m not sure that punishment really taught me anything,” you admitted with a big smile.

A single brow lifted. “That so?” she asked and you simply grinned in response. “Guess I’ll just have to go harder on you.”

Your eyes widened.

Is she just joking, or would she really do this again?

“You know, I am teaching a summer course this year. Could use the help of an intelligent grad.”

Your eyes lit up.

“Really?!”

She pulled you closer again, running her nose along the side of your neck as she pressed her lips against the taut flesh. “Mhm,” she murmured just below your ear, drawing a shiver down your spine. “Know anybody?”

Eyes falling shut as you succumbed to her sensual attention, you found yourself unable to formulate words, instead giving her a low “mhm.”

“And who might that be?” she purred into your ear, warm breath tickling the tiny hairs along your neck.

You squirmed in her arms, releasing something caught between a quiet giggle and a soft moan. “I-” your words caught in your throat when you felt her take your lobe between her teeth and gently bite down.

“Hmm?”

Fuck.

She really knew how to mess with you. And you’d be a damn liar if you ever claimed it didn’t drive you mad with desire.

“Me?” you managed to whisper.

“Yeah?”

You hummed in agreement.

She pressed several more kisses along your jawline before finally pulling back to regard your very flustered expression. “Now, why don’t you come back to my place and tell me about more of those fantasies, seeing as we’ll have all summer to live them out?”

Hell, fucking, yes.

[misswynters]

hi i just wanted to share with someone a tweet i saw abt arcane bc i think it's a very important topic that can change the world, and who's better than you to share this? no one. 🫶

so, first i need to explain you. i'm from brazil and here we have a slang(??) that is "espanca útero", it's used like " <name> is an espanca útero". what is espanca útero? basically it's someone who fvcks so rough that hits your uterus, yeah very important thing i'm talking abt. so, the tweet was a ranking abt who is more espanca útero in arcane, people vote and i wanna share w you🤓

1- Sevika (in the quotes people were saying that sevika fvcked more 😺 than they drank of water in their whole life😰😰 true btw, bc i was one of the girls she fvcked🥺🥺)

2- Cait (we love a woman of power😩)

3- Vi (yes.)

4- Cassandra (ma'am is dead--)

5- Ambessa (under cassadra whaaat????)

6- Grayson (our oldie deserved more screentime😔)

7- Jinx (all 9 fingers. fun fact: brazilian fandom called Jinx "Lula" bc Lula it's our president and he has 9 fingers just like her. i love being brazilian omfg)

8- Mel

9- Sky (that one girl who was with viktor when he was playing jesus)

10- Maddie

THAT GOT SO LONG OMG IM SORRY😭😭 hope you have fun reading this🤭 also i'm happy to share brazilian funny knowledge w you, just ask if you want to😼

~ 🇧🇷 (idk if you use this emoji thing to identify anoms but i'm doing it so you can know who i am if i interact with you again hehe)

wow 🇧🇷 anon…that was very informative indeed.

perhaps info on sevika and cait for more yk clarification…research ofc.

sevik will 10000% ruin you no doubt in that.

[thewistlingbadger]

I'm actually heartbroken over what they did to Jinx, Sevik, Silco, etc. Jinx is one of my favorite characters of all time I felt a lot of comfort in her character because how she was written. I didn’t feel like I was crazy or alone because I felt her pain in the past. How the fuck did they fumble the bag so hard with those three? It’s like they hate them or something. What the hell did they doing with Vi? Do they just hate them and just adore Piltover?

Jinx is really important character to me. She's great representation of those with mental illnesses, familial trauma, to those with suicidal tendencies, to those who are suicide survivors, and even to those who just have struggled severely with their mental health. She showed me that people that fit those groups, people like me, could be heroes. They would be compelling characters with just as big a role in the story as the other, more "normal" characters.

To be honest, I'm not sure what happened in this season. The quality of writing in this season is something I've been struggling with since November 9th, because it doesn't make any sense to me. Season 1, in my opinion, had NO issues with the writing. Everything made sense at all times, everything was very clear, not only did each act have its own story, but those stories also made sense within the grander scheme. Furthermore, everything was connected and seamless. Season 2 in my opinion should have had absolutely ZERO problems with the story, because there were no problems with the story in season 1!

We obviously have very limited information. We have no idea if Netflix placed restrictions on them or if they faced any problems with the studio. We don't know if they felt pressure to do thanks to the fandom or due to marketability. What we do know is arcane had a very high budget, season 2 was written alongside season 1, and season 1 was positively received. Those three things by themselves are positives, they're not obstacles. Which is why it's so confusing to me.

I don't think the creatives hate zaun and love Piltover. I think for some of the characters they wrote themselves into a corner. For example Jinx. Jinx underwent a massive transformation last season, what are they supposed to do with that? How do they take that further? Jinx becoming a revolutionary figure could make sense. You could have people idolize her because she attacked Zaun, because she killed Silco, or because she's silco daughter. But not only did season 2 not commit to any of these, they didn't even commit to the idea of her being a symbol, despite the amount they teased it. Silco was a fantastic character in season 1, and just because he's dead in season two, doesn't mean he wasn't relevant. Jinx and Sevika obviously cared about him and he was the leader of zaun, no matter his reputation. I think they didn't know how to balance between moving on from him and remembering him properly. His absence should have been felt in zaun. There were some moments where I felt they accomplished this, and others they just dropped the ball. What makes this worse is that they don't explore any of the things he brought to the story. The idea of zaun independence? Not touched upon in season two. Jinx being his daughter? Dismissed due to Vander's revival. This is why it felt like he was being so disrespected. Sevika was a side character in season 1. This really was her moment to shine, but it's like they didn't know what to do, how to write her in and give her a bigger part, or they just couldn't choose what they wanted to do and who they wanted to give screentime to. We should have seen a MASSIVE transformation from Vi this season after the last one ended, and ultimately we didn't get that. Again, it felt like they were unsure of what to do. I mean, think about the amount of times she changes in this story. One moment she's an enforcer, the next she's getting shit faced in zaun and is pitfighting. Then she's in a commune with Vander, THEN she's fighting a war for piltover. There really was no consistency within all these changes, and these changes were all surface level.

[silkandsulphur]

Introducing our charming Layout wizard, Sevik!