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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Mrs Clause

TW: Smut. Language. Semi-public sex.

SUMMARY: A specific outfit makes JJ act out during the holidays. Fic written from his POV.

WORD COUNT: 1400

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Xmas request 🎄 reader dressing up as (slutty)mrs claus for JJ as a joke but he gets really turned on

Mrs Clause

JJs POV

I hated Christmas for all the reasons she loved it. Family. Gifts. Both luxuries I never knew as the means for enjoyment. And even in her attempts to make our first Christmas together festive and joyous, all I wanted was for it to be over. Decorating the tree only reminded me of how I couldn't afford the gifts she deserved to have beneath it. It was a consistent contrast in my decision to fall for a Kook. And yet, if I was entirely honest with myself, I didn't have much of a choice. Much like the circumstances we were both born into in vast contradiction, I was destined to be indebted to get sensuality as she seemed to pity me long enough to entertain the idea of a life with me. But there had been one detail I was well aware nobody prior to me had shown her and this was that I would never take her for granted.

"Are you ready?" She called from the bathroom door of her bedroom as she had been in wait for what felt like an eternity. Playing with the fringe of a pillow as gaudy as it was comfortable, my eyes lifted to find her in an unfair ensemble.

"Does THIS change your mind about Christmas?" She asked as I was far too stunned to speak. Of course, she was always stunning. From the moment she awoke to the second she'd gone to sleep, moments were stolen in silent admiration. But this was something different entierly.

"If Mrs. Clause would have looked like this when I was younger, I might have behaved more …" She pursed her lips and made the journey to stand between my thighs. My fingers were already quick to rise up her stocking clad skin as I clenched my jaw while ascending higher. The feeling of the faux fur on the edge of her costume did nothing to deter me as a thin skirt traced my knuckles.

"I prefer it when you don't …" She spoke seductively, leaning close enough to smell that pear based perfume I loved in compassion to the coconut shampoo I often ran through her hair in the baths we shared. But in this moment now, I wanted to bend, pull, and ravage her as quickly as possible.

"If you think that I'm above tearing this thing to shreds with my teeth-"

"I was actually hoping you'd just fuck me in it, JJ…it's already ruined with how wet I am just thinking of what you'd do to get it off of me." But in the attempt to test if she had been bluffing, a knock came to her bedroom door and a palm wrapped around my mouth.

"Y-yes?" She stuttered as my fingers made their way beneath the fabric.

"You weren't joking sweetheart, you're fucking soaked for me…" I spoke as the pleasure I left behind by my touch was enough to warrant her to drop her hand.

"What?" She asked to her mother's muffled voice.

"No, I'm not hungry!" She shot back. "Just go without me tonight!"

"But Topper is looking forward to seeing you…" My eyes narrowed to her.

"Oh really?"

"Shhh-" I took my hand to the back of her neck and forced a second finger to station at rest inside of her.

"Bet he would never be able to have you make that face…"

"Please….just wait…"

"Nuh uh, princess. You wanted to wear something like this for this very reaction." I lifted her into a spin until setting her at rest at her back. But I was quick to correct her positioning.

"Nice girls get to lay on their backs…naughty girls go on their knees…" I groaned into her shoulder as I pulled those thin straps down in disregard before kissing that soft skin. All to incite those little moans. Ones I didn't care who heard as they were well aware I was present. Even if they wished me away, her desire to need me here was enough to ignore their damning glares and incessant need to make their daughter the future Thornton Stepford wife.

"You're my naughty girl, aren't you, sweetheart?" I questioned with a wide grin as she turned back and nodded.

"And usually my naughty girl shows me that on her knees, doesn't she?" She shifted to place herself this way, but my swat to her ass kept her in place as she berated me for making our exchange vocal.

"Should have thought of that before wearing this…" I hovered behind her, my lips over her ear.

"And you only wear this for me, understand?"

"You mean I can't wear it for Top? He'd love it, I just know it-" I took hold of her jaw and turned her to face me. I didn't care to remove the outfit from her any longer as I had planned to take my time. Instead, it appeared I had to remind her of what her teasing cost her.

For this, I would pull the fabric of her ensemble to the side before teasing her desperate pussy with my cock. God, I lived to feel her. Nobody else ever felt like her. Nobody else took me as deep or that well. And it was enough to risk the wrath of either of her parents and even the unified Figure Eight as they tried to keep us apart.

"Fuck-" She gasped as I smirked behind her.

"My little Santa baby getting fucked in her cute little outfit…the same one I'm gonna make you come in so if you even think of wearing this around anyone else, they'll know I fuck you right."

"JJ-"

"And in case that isn't enough…" I pulled her to my chest, kissing her lips until they were swollen and she was breathless, lowering to her neck and leaving marks on her skin.

"Nobody will question it."

"They never do." She breathed with pride, never shameful to announce she was mine. At least not in public. In private, she didn't want to be heard. I guess I couldn't blame her in this instance as it would have been awkward to make eye contact to her calling me daddy as her biological one had learned how his little girl liked getting fucked just a few meters from his own room. And a part of me was thrilled by it. That same part rushing into her as she took me as well as always.

"You're so close for me, sweetheart…" I narrated as she nodded, sweat and desperation between us.

"Please-"

"One more time, princess. Loud enough so I can hear you over how well you're taking me like this…"

She hesitated, "I know you can baby…you didn't take my cock…I know you can scream. .so fucking scream for me…"

"JJ-"

"Louder-"

"JJ!!"

Her name was sung by my own groans at war behind clenched teeth as she tensed around me.

"I'm gonna come, princess…"

"Yes, JJ!"

"This fucking outfit is gonna wear both of us, isn't it?"

"Yes…" She breathed one final time as I found paradise between her thighs once again.

"You know I AM expecting you to dress up as sexy santa…" She teased as I fixed her ensemble while playing with the faux spheres left to imitate the sight of buttons.

"I'll even sit on your lap-" She teased as I took hold of the back of her neck and rested my lips to her ear from behind.

"You sit on my lap in this and you'll only get to come by riding my thigh-" She turned, a hand to my chest forcing me back to the edge of the bed.

"Do you want me to tell you what I want for Christmas?" She asked with a playful batting of her lashes.

"Oh, I already know. And you'll get well into New Years- " I asked while she began to rock into me, my thigh tightening and she rode a second high.

Maybe I would find a way to like Christmas after all…even if this was shaping out to be anything but a silent night…

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stardust-swan · 5 months

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Coquette Christmas

🎀 to wear: pale pinks, baby blue, icy white, leg warmers, uggs with bows, sweaters with skirts, cable knit cardigans, cashmere scarves, earmuffs, mittens, pearl bobby pins, velvet scrunchies and bows, berets with pearls, sparkly earrings, pretty brooches on your winter coat, glossier birthday balm, becca pearl highlighter

🎀 bake heart shaped stained glass sugar cookies or gingerbread people with bows piped on <3

🎀 enjoy peppermint white hot chocolate with mini marshmallows while cuddled up under a blanket

🎀 read hans christian andersen fairytales

🎀 see a ballet like swan lake, the nutcracker, or gisele

🎀 visit the swans! in the northern hemisphere swans migraine during christmas so go to a canal or lake to watch then glide by

🎀 make your skincare routine different! skin tends to get drier in winter so use a richer moisturiser, do sheet masks (love lapcos sheet masks), use vaseline or a lip mask overnight (klavuu does a great one), put some glycerin or lotion on your feet and hands before putting on your socks and gloves, and remember to still wear spf! carry a good handcream and lip balm (fresh rose lip treatment is soo good) in case you feel dry while out. and obviously drink lots of water

🎀 ice-skate holding hands with someone special <3

🎀 light lots of candles! there are some great wintery scented one like gingerbread, frankincense, winter berry and mulled wine. I also like yankee's rainbow cookie in winter even though it's not strictly a winter scent. vanilla is always a good idea too

🎀 eat lots of marzipan, sugared rose petals, crystallised fruit, nougat, turkish delight, and caramelised nuts

🎀 practice self care with a warm bubble bath, a face mask, and a rich body lotion afterwards. put on silk pyjamas and fluffy socks that have been wrapped around a hot water bottle so they're already warm and cozy afterwards

🎀 to smell christmassy: layer scent by using a peppermint shower gel followed by a vanilla body lotion

🎀 decorate your space with figurines of swans, shepherdesses, angels, nutcrackers, and holiday barbies. and put bows on your xmas tree

🎀 watch: love actually, anastasia, little women, classic disney movies, white christmas, ice princess, harry potter and the sorcerer's stone, bridget jone's diary, barbie in the nutcracker, the chronicles of narnia, dead poets society, and any hallmark movie

🎀 write christmas cards in glitter pen and decorate with angel stickers and a spritz of vanilla perfume

🎀 to feel luxurious at night, spritz on some body spray, wear a flowing nightgown and do yourself in a clara style (half up with satin ribbon)

🎀 make snow angels!

🎀 make an emergency kit for those days when you come home miserable because of the cold and dark and have no energy, plans, and need some alone time. include things like a candle, a small box of good chocolates, some sheet masks, a perfume, your favourite tea, a book that comforts you, fluffy socks, a cozy blanket, paper and a pen to journal your thoughts, a photo album of your favourite people, old love letters, or anything else that you can easily keep at hand that will comfort you

🎀 listen to a pretty wintery playlist with genres like classical, jazz, and celtic/nordic traditional (mine is below <3)

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naveyistrying · 6 months

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Alternate Sunny design. She’s younger here than in my previous one. The shawl she's wearing is a type of canga, we use it at the beach! And that makes this outfit xmas themed. TO ME.

I wanted to give her the butterfly wings, but I hate drawing wings and also felt that would make her silhouette too similar to Tallulah's and Pomme's. So I decided she styled her hair to look like wings! I think she would like to give her hair these fun looks.

And I know the crown looks like it's about of fall off her head, that was only half intentional. You know those plastic princess tiaras you can buy? It's one of those, so it doesn’t fit properly. Also I wanted to show her hair.

[ID: Sunny looks to be about ten. She has brown skin, a hooked nose and a big smile, showing a tooth gap. Her eyes are the color of the setting sun and her brown hair is braided and twisted into the shape of butterfly wings. She is wearing a star crown that appears to be made of gold.

She is wearing a bright yellow dress. On the right side of the puffy skirt is a stylized sun. She has a while belt with a golden buckle shaped like a sun and eight rays. Over it she is wearing a transparent green shawn patterned with palm tree leaves. On her feet she wears a pair of red converse sneakers and white socks. Instead of the all-star converse logo there’s a sun.

The background is red with yellow stars. It was supposed to be Christmas-y but ended up looking like the flag of Vietnam. Or China.

End ID]

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harlowcomehome · 1 year

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Ohh a concept where the girls have their own little Xmas tree to decorate in their bedroom 🥺❄️🫶🏻

Me currently debating if I should put mine up this year in my bedroom.

“Should we get Jade one too?” Jack asked as he put a mini Christmas tree in the cart, the two of you had been buying new home decor and couldn’t help but “awww” at the mini trees.

“Let’s just put one in the playroom? So technically it’s for both of them” you suggested and Jack waved a finger at you “that’s why I let you do all the thinking!” You laughed as you two picked out smaller sized ornaments and a tree skirt for the mini Christmas tree.

When you got home Jack made the two of you something to eat. “Your mom said she’ll be bringing the girls home soon but she already fed them” you reminded him as you took the mini tree and all it’s decorations into the playroom making sure the tree itself was set up before the girls got back.

Hazel and Jade came back from spending time with their grandparents and they were both very high energy. You knew they had an amazing time as always. “Guess what mommy and daddy got for you today?” Jack asked them both excitedly.

Hazel thought for a moment “candy?” Jade giggled “another puppy?”

You laughed, “no, follow me and I’ll show you.” You walked to the playroom with the three behind you,

“A tree?” Hazel gasped and turned to you both “I’ve always wanted my own tree!”

“It’s for you and Jade to share though” Jack clarified and Hazel nodded giving you both a hug and thanking you. Jade was immediately distracted by the shiny ornaments beside it.

“Can we put?” Jade asked as she pointed to the ornament box.

“What do you say first Jadey?” Hazel reminded and Jade remembered “oh! Thanks mommy and daddy! Berry much!”

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abitohoney · 1 year

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All I Want for Christmas Is You

Chapter 1 of 6 - Decorating With Sevika AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy

Word Count: 2.7k

Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.

A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).

Chapter Summary: Being a holiday enthusiast, you spend the day decorating the home you share with Sevika. However, your less enthused scrooge of a girlfriend has other ideas. (A small dose of smut.)

AN: Another fic already complete on AO3 that I'm bringing to Tumblr. Guess it's Xmas in April. 🤷‍♀️

Despite standing on your tiptoes on a small stepladder, you still can’t quite reach the top of the Christmas tree to place the sparkling gold star. After spending the entirety of your morning decorating your home, putting up the massive tree -including strings of lights, shiny baubles, sparkly tinsel and garland- and doing so by yourself , you find your holiday spirit starting to crack. Your grumpy- albeit gorgeous and perfect in nearly every other way- scrooge of a girlfriend had outright refused to partake in any of your festive decorating. Instead, she had chosen to spend her day making repairs and improvements to her Shimmer fueled arm, claiming it was necessary that she be ready for something Silco had planned days from now. So now here you are, feeling utterly exhausted -not to mention lonely- and at your wits end.

With a frustrated sigh of defeat, you climb down the ladder. Grumbling under your breath, you make your way to the kitchen where Sevika sits at your small dining table. Parts, tools, and cleaning supplies litter the table, alongside a small glass that had- at one point during the day- presumably contained whiskey.

A cigarillo hangs from the corner of Sevika’s mouth. Her attention is focused on her arm as she tightens a tiny screw near her wrist, not taking notice of your presence at her side.

You plant your hands on your hips and start tapping your foot impatiently. When that still doesn’t get her attention, you clear your throat with an exaggerated, “Ahem.” You do, in fact, gain her attention, but not in the manner you’d intended.

She turns to regard you. Her eyes travel up the length of the tiny little elf dress and hat you’re donning, silly pointy ears and all. Removing the cigarillo from between her lips, she blows a plume of smoke from the corner of her mouth before dryly asking, “What the hell are you wearing?”

“I’m an elf,” you point out matter-of-factly. You grab the hem of your short skirt and do what you would consider to be a cute little shimmy.

“You’re disgustingly cute, you know that?” she chuckles and shakes her head before tapping the ash from her cigarillo into a small tray.

"But I am cute, right?" you ask, cocking your head to the side and flashing her a sweet smile. When she merely quirks a single brow, your smile turns down into a disappointed pout, hands returning to your hips.

Sevika, however, seems amused by this, given how her lips curl into a tiny smirk. She sets her small cigar down in the ashtray and shifts in her chair to face you. “Come here,” she says in a deep, teasing voice. Her hands snake around your waist to pull you down onto one of her spread thighs.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, your attempt to uphold your frown falters when she takes your chin in her human hand, gently forcing you to look at her crooked little grin, the one that makes you weak in the knees every time. When she pulls your face closer to hers and leans in for what you assume to be a kiss, your walls- a façade of disappointment- crumble completely. Eyes fluttering shut, you feel her soft lips graze along yours before passing them entirely and pressing against your ear.

“You know I love the way you look, babygirl," she purrs.

Her raspy voice, those words, the pet name… It all sends shivers down your spine. When she pulls away and releases your chin, you can’t hide the playful smile her compliment brings to your face.

“You know,” you start slowly, absentmindedly dragging the tip of your index finger down the center of her chest, “with me sitting on your lap like this, you’d make a real sexy Santa with a little red and white hat on your head.”

“Not gonna happen.” Though she’s denying your request, she keeps that sexy grin of hers in place.

“You wouldn’t wear it even for me?” you ask, doe eyes and pouty lips out to hopefully convince her otherwise. “I’ve been such a good girl this year.”

Lips curling just the tiniest bit higher, she lets her hands wander to your hips. She pulls you closer and drags you across the top of her thigh.

Biting your bottom lip does nothing to withhold the soft moan that motion withdraws.

She raises that damn brow again, but this time with one of her cocky little taunting looks, releasing a short chuckle. “You and I both know you’ve been a very… naughty… girl,” she replies, accentuating each word with a bounce of her leg and tug of your hips.

Nails digging into her shoulders, it takes every ounce of will power to ignore how your body aches for her, to focus on what you came to her for in the first place. Just when you think you’ve got your head clear enough, she gives your hips one final tug, closing the gap between your bodies, her delightfully soft and warm chest pressing into yours. “Sevika,” you whine pathetically and try to lean in to steal a kiss, only for her to move her head to the side of yours.

“Did you need something?” she asks, a deep hum resonating from her chest as she runs her nose along the edge of your ear.

Even though in the back of your mind you know she’s just trying to distract you from whatever you came to her for, you still can’t break free from the spell she’s put you under. It’s clear to you that she knows exactly what she’s doing. “You. I need you,” you mewl, grinding against her thigh and pressing open mouth kisses down the side of her neck.

“You can have me. I just need you to be patient. I’m almost done,” she replies, pulling back and putting a stop to your advances.

Pout back in place, you relent with an exaggerated sigh and stand, but when you turn to leave, the sudden smack or her human hand against your partially exposed ass makes you yelp. Beyond flustered with how turned on she got you, only to turn you away and then smack your ass, you shoot her a glare over your shoulder as you walk away. It’s pointless though, as it always is, since it only serves to make that cocky grin of hers grow wider.

Back in the living room, you realize that not only did she distract you to the point of completely forgetting to ask -or, rather, demand- what you had initially gone to her for, but also that your underwear is now uncomfortably damp with arousal. Rather than changing into a new pair, you decide to simply toss the old pair in the laundry, opting to go commando and use that to your advantage later, when you exact some revenge.

Back up the step ladder, you take one last shot at putting up the wretched star on your own. This time, you place one foot on the handle several inches above the last step and it seems to give you just enough reach to get it up there. The sound of something moving behind you catches your attention and you glance over your shoulder to find Sevika leaning against the wall that separates the kitchen and living room.

“You’re done?” you ask, straining to keep your balance as you turn back to the tree and attempt to straighten the star.

She hums an affirmative.

“How’s it look?” you ask, unable to really tell from how close you are and at such an odd angle.

“Needy.”

Brows pinching together in confusion, you take a moment to process that statement before asking, “What?!”

“Tempting.”

Okay. You’re certain you heard her right this time. And there is definitely nothing needy or tempting about the damn star on the top of the tree. Turning your head, you glance down at her from over your shoulder again as she approaches you. You’re about to ask her to clarify what the hell she’s talking about; however, your mouth hangs silently open when you catch her heated gaze focused on the apex of your thighs.

Oh. That.

“That’s not what I meant,” you chastise her, but there’s no hiding the way your face flushes under her hungry gaze. Arousal blooms low in your belly.

She steps closer, ignoring your statement entirely, instead running her hands slowly up the back of your bare calves.

“What are you doing?” you demand, but your voice shakes as her contrasting cool metal and warm flesh fingers snake higher up over the backs of your thighs.

“Just making sure you don’t fall,” she says in a low, sultry tone, a wicked smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes remain glued on the sight beneath your skirt and her hands climb even higher until they reach your ass. Gripping a cheek in each hand, her thumbs slip between your thighs, forcing them to spread wider.

“S-Sevika!” you whine, legs trembling as her digits dip dangerously close to your now visibly wet slit. “You- You’re going to make me fall!” And as she steps even closer, the realization dawns on you that her head is at the perfect height to-

“Bend over for me, sweetheart,” she purrs.

“W-what?” you stammer, knowing there’s absolutely no way you could keep your balance up on that ladder if she starts putting her mouth on you like you know she plans to do.

“Isn’t this what you wanted earlier?,” she asks, human thumb swiping just over your entrance and drawing a shaky moan from your parted lips. Stormy gray eyes flit up to yours, making sure you’re watching as she licks your arousal from the pad of her thumb.

“Not while I’m on a ladder!” you manage to choke out despite your mind scrambling at the sight of her eyeing you so… hungrily .

“I won’t let you fall,” she assures you. Though she says it gently- without malice- it’s clear that this is not open for debate.

So, you obediently bend over, placing both hands on the handle of the step ladder on either side of the foot still resting there, leaving you fully on display for her. Unable to allow her to watch your face, you turn your head away from her. You catch your bottom lip beneath between your teeth, preparing yourself for what will certainly be your undoing, albeit a pleasurable one. Your other leg remains flat on the top step of the ladder, but as you feel the chill of her gently blowing across your wet entrance, that knee threatens to buckle.

“Sevika, please” you whine when she teases you further, slowly dragging her tongue up along the inside of one thigh, then the other. The short, raspy laugh that pulls from her chest sends another rush of air over your skin. You instinctively clench around nothing. You're aching for her -any part of her- to be inside of you. When her hands -which are still firmly gripping your ass- spread you wider, you can feel the blush in your face spread down your neck. The knowledge of how vulnerable and exposed you are for her right now only makes you wetter, but her sweet torture doesn't end there.

“You really should wear this little number more often,” she husks. Her lips ghost along the soft, round flesh of one of your cheeks before suddenly being replaced by her teeth in a delightfully hard bite.

The squeal that leaves your throat dies quickly as you suck in a breath when your body lurches forward and you nearly topple over into the tree, but Sevika’s grip on your ass tightens hard enough to keep you in stable -which is certain to leave marks to match those left by her teeth. “Sevika!” you scold, but it only earns you another low chuckle.

She waits until you’re steady before relaxing her grip. Then, she traces over the bite marks with the tip of her tongue.

Her mouth hovers a mere hairsbreadth away from where you need her most, warm breath fanning over your sensitive flesh. You know she’s intentionally waiting as long as she can, getting off on the torture it brings you. The anticipation has every muscle in your body tensing. Your toes curl against the step, and your fingers wrap tightly around the handle of the stepladder. You squeeze your eyes shut. You’re at her mercy- waiting, aching, and wanting.

The moment her tongue makes its first drag through your folds all the breath in your lungs escapes through your parted lips a long, drawn out moan. The low hum of approval that resonates from behind you is almost just as pleasure inducing as the second slide of her tongue that follows shortly after. It takes every ounce of your willpower not to push back into her face as she continues to lazily lap at the gradually building wetness between your folds.

“God, yes,” you groan when she wraps those plush lips of hers around the hood of your clit.

Then she gently flicks it with the tip of her tongue and any remaining strength you had is gone in an instant.

“Fuck!” you cry out when your leg finally buckles at the overwhelming pleasure that shocks your system.

Miraculously, Sevika manages to catch you, her hands slipping beneath your shoulders to keep you upright. She quickly -albeit carefully- turns you to face her, and your legs instinctively wrap around her waist. Swiftly carrying you to the couch, she drops you down on one end rather unceremoniously before swatting at your silly festive hat and knocking it onto the floor.

“Sevik- aaah” your complaint dissolves into a moan the instant she’s kneeling between your legs and shoving your thighs up and apart, soft lips back in place around your cunt and tongue already working blissfully firm circles around your clit. Your hands immediately thread into her hair, grabbing fistfuls as she quickly works you towards your climax. You writhe uncontrollably as the familiar burning sensation grows deep in your belly. Using the leverage of your heels against the couch and your grip on her hair you grind against her face. You can feel her metal and flesh fingers digging into your thighs as she tries to halt your movements. The intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure only drives you closer to orgasm, only makes you more desperate for release. “I’m so close, Sevika!” you cry out, thrusting up into her face in earnest.

And then she growls.

The sound reverberates through your tight bundle of nerves, straight to your core. You throw your head back, arch your back, and dig your nails into Sevika’s scalp as pleasure courses through your body. Through the loud thrumming of blood in your ears, you swear you catch the sound of Sevika releasing a long, wanton moan from between your spasming thighs, apparently equally satisfied with her work.

As the last wave of your orgasm washes over you, you finally collapse against the couch. Your hands slip from Sevika’s hair to lie limp at your sides. With each deep breath you take, your chest rises and falls. You blink blearily as Sevika rises from between your legs. She braces her hands against the couch cushions, one on either side of your shoulders, and gazes down at your fucked out face. Her mouth is coated in your release, and as your eyes come further into focus, you realize her pupils are blown wide and fixed on your slack mouth.

You try to speak, but her lips encase yours in a passionate kiss. Her tongue delves inside your mouth, rolling aggressively around your own. The taste of your own slick fills your mouth and you can't help but moan. You can already feel arousal building up in your core again. But, before you can recover enough to return the kiss, she pulls away.

“My turn to decorate you ,” she purrs, the corner of her mouth pulling up into a smirk.

It takes a moment for those words to register in your post orgasm state of bliss, but even as they do, you’re clueless as to what the hell she’s talking about.

That is, until she rises on her knees and starts to undo her belt buckle.

Oh.

Oh!

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