#i teeter btw a god complex

[blarfkey]

Zev/Ellana “Shh. You better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.” Rated E

For @sharkapologists

BTW I having a lot of fun practicing smut with these promps, haha.

At first it looks so innocent. Barely bigger than her thumb and dark red, Ellana doesn't even know what the hell it is.

"This is my present?" she asks dubiously.

"Don't look so disappointed, mi amor. We are going to have a lot of fun with it."

"Okay, great. But what is it?"

"Oh, your innocence never fails to delight me. Here. Let me demonstrate."

He takes the device from her and cups it in his hand. It's so small that it disappears entirely behind his fingers. Then he cups her between her legs.

Nothing happens.

"Wow," Ellana drawls out.

Zevran chuckles against her neck. "Give me a moment."

He pulls out his phone with his other hand, opening up a harmless looking app with a button and then --

Out of nowhere the thing starts buzzing right against her clit, sending an immediate shock wave of pleasure, even though her jeans.

“Fuck!"

Ellana scrabbles for purchase against his shoulders, her hips jerking up against his hand. Zevran chuckles again, pressing kisses down her neck while she grinds against his hand, rapidly turning into a needy, hot mess. The sensation, so new and so different and so intense, makes her come embarrassingly fast and embarrassingly loud.

"Did you enjoy that, carina?" Zevran switches the device off and pulls his hand away. "Your blush is redder than it is."

Ellana's still trying to catch her breath, her chest pounding. "What the fuck is that?"

Zevran places the device in her hand with an unbearable smirk. It's warm.

"It's a vibrator," he says. "Except this one is very special."

A vibrator. Ellana looks down. She's heard of them, but she's never actually seen one. It doesn’t look like much but damn does it pack a punch.

"How so?"

"Because it's designed to fit discretely in your underwear and it's controlled remotely by my phone. The range is incredible."

Zevran gives her an unbearable smirk before leaning in. "You are going to have to learn to be quieter, Ellana, because I am going to be making you cum all day tomorrow," he adds against her ear.

Zevran lied. That fucking bastard has not been making her cum all day. He's been making almost cum all day, but just when she gets close, the vibrations will stop. How the fuck does he know?

He also didn't tell her that the vibrator comes with different settings. In addition to the steady buzzing that gotten her off so quickly last night, there's a soft fluttering pulse that does nothing but tease her, a sharp, staccato that makes her jump in her seat, and heart beat pulse that makes her see stars and never lasts more than a few seconds at a time because he hates her.

The worst part is that she has no idea when it will activate. She can sit through half an hour of lecture with nothing and then suddenly have her pen ricochet across the paper when it starts again.

She's spent all day pissed off and unable to concentrate, thighs pressed together and fighting the urge to squirm in her seat. 

Krem actually asked if she had a fever at lunch and she had to convince him she was perfectly fine in between bites of her sandwich and the soft fluttering pulses of the vibrator that drive her mad and do little else.

Thank the gods today she doesn't have Dr. Sten.

He was right about one thing -- it really is discrete. No one can see it through her jeans and no one can hear it and it's somehow worse that Ellana's losing her sanity and no one would be able to tell why.

That afternoon she stalks down to the math tutoring room, armed with a stormy expression and her problem set for the week. At this point she could probably get through it alone without too many issues, but Zevran fucking owes her right now and she is going to collect.

Of course today of all days the tutoring room is packed. Ellana has to wait until Zevran gets done with another student -- teased by the vibrator on it's softest setting -- her fingers gripping her textbook until she's white knuckled.

When the freshman finally fucking leaves, Ellana stalks over to his table and slams the book down loud enough to make the guy at the table beside them flinch.

Zevran gives her a sunny smile. "Good afternoon! How may I help you?"

"You fucking son of a bitch," she hisses, sitting down.

"I'm sorry? What have I done to offend?" He blinks innocently. "Haven't you peaked many mountains today?"

She leans across the table, glaring at him. "I haven't peaked any mountains today," she says in the barest whisper.

Zevran leans back and smirks. "I know. But unfortunately for you, I'm closing today, so unless you have some. . . problems you need solving, you will have to go home and wait for another two hours or so.”

"I do have problems," she says, flipping the book open.

A slow smile crosses his face. "Well. Let's get to work, shall we?"

She spends the better part of those two hours struggling. After a year of help, Ellana has made significant gains in math. Not that anyone could tell in that moment.

Zevran explains patiently how to break down each problem and she looks down, mind blanking every time the vibrator pulses suddenly against her. He keeps his phone hidden under the table so she has no idea when he start it up again.

Sometimes he will let sit there for several minutes, undisturbed, while she jumps at every tiny sound or movement and sometimes he will leave it on the lowest setting to slowly drive her mad while she tries to solve complex equations.

And sometimes he gives her the illusion of impending relief, forcing her to bite her lip to keep from crying out and control her breathing while the people around her carry on, oblivious.

And just when she's skirting the edge of what promises to be the most bone shaking orgasm of her life, it stops and she has to fight not to cry or murder someone.

By the time five thirty rolls around, the room is empty save for them and she's a soaking, aching mess of a person, teetering on the edge of insanity.

Zevran packs his messenger back with care, his phone on the table and Ellana's eyes dart over to it. It would be so easy to take it and push that button and sit on it to keep him from getting to it. By this point she could probably cum in ten seconds or less.

His eyes meet hers, the corner of his mouth crooking up.

"Ellana, mi amor, please turn the lights off for me."

He knows. Godsdamn it. Ellana sighs and stands up, stalking over to the light switch by the door in a huff.

The room plunges into darkness -- the winter sun having just set -- and a second later the vibrator starts up again, the heart-beat pulse that knocks the air out of her. Zevran crowds her up against the wall, sliding his leg between her thighs to press the vibrator closer against her.

"Shiiiit," she whiness, fingers digging into the front of his shirt.

"Shhhh," he says. "You should be quiet if you don't want to get caught."

A desperate, needy sound builds up in her throat. "I can't."

He presses his hand hard against her open mouth, muffling the scream spills from her as she cums harder than she ever has in her life.

She reaches up to pull his hand away but Zevran refuses to budge. Instead of backing off, he pushes her harder against the wall, his hand a firm grip over her mouth.

"Oh mi amor," he breathes against her ear. "Did you think you were only going to cum once? The phone is on the table -- we're not stopping any time soon."

She's never come more than once before -- is that even possible?

His other hand snakes underneath her shirt and sports bra to knead and pinch at her nipples. He kisses his way up and down the side of neck, teeth scraping, sucking almost hard enough to leave a mark. It's almost too much -- the steady pulse of the vibrator, the added pressure of his leg between her thighs, her breasts, her neck --

Ellana comes again, her orgasm lighting through her nerves like electricity and it's pleasure and agony both.

"One more time, my sweet girl,” he croons. “One more time.”

He kisses past her clavicle, down her sternum, pulling her shirt and bra up and latching onto one of her nipples, teeth scraping over it exactly the way that drives her crazy. He undoes her jeans with practiced perfection, chuckling against her breast as his fingers glide over the sticky fluid that has seeped through her underwear to coat her inner thighs. Pushing the side of her underwear, he slips one long finger into her soaking, desperate entrance and Ellana screams against his hand.

Her hips stutter and grind against his leg, she's so wet it's dripping down her thigh now and the world has reduced itself to nothing but overwhelming sensations.

Fuck. FUCK!

Her third orgasm hurts the way a good massage hurts, her walls fluttering and clenching around his finger. She doesn't think she could take another one, but luckily for her, Zevran pulls both his hand and the vibrator from her ruined underwear and tugs her jeans back up.

He takes a moment to lick the vibrator clean before stowing it in his pocket and holy fucking hell.

Ellana slumps to the floor while he gathers his things, turning the vibrator off with his phone. She's too boneless to move.

"Come, Ellana," he says, striding over to her and holding out his hand. "Let's get you home."

She glares at him balefully. "Let's get you home. I have vengeance to enact."

He gives her a wolfish smile. "I look forward to it."

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