loser!vi who's normally a bottom but wants to strap you and is whiny and 😩😩
┆ ⤿ VI’S MISERABLE STRAP GAME ♡⸝⸝
strap , mean!reader , whiny top!vi
“no, you don't know how to,” you denied vi the moment she asked if she could try the strap on you. this time be in charge for once.
no way in hell. letting vi dominate meant constant “is this okay?”s and you knew she was just trying to be as careful as ever but it got annoying to an extent. “i think ill be really good!” vi protested weakly, tailing you around the house as you cleaned the shelves. “you think?” you rolled your eyes. “keep thinking.”
vi looked like she'd get on the floor and throw a tantrum but she remained firm, “baby, please, you make it look so effortless and i wanna return the favour.” you put the duster down, “i know, baby, and you're very sweet for thinking that way but let's face it: youre not really dominant with your strap...”
your hand found the side of her face, caressing it, “why don't you just stick to being my good lil’ puppy instead?” vi looked like she'd give in right about then but she then continued on. “but babyyy!—”
your foot was now tapping on the ground. youd told vi to get her strap, strip and be ready by the time you were out of the bathroom. and she was nervously fumbling with her clothes, trying to strip. you watched her, the urge to laugh building in your throat but you held back, sighing when you saw she pathetically stumbled around the room searching for her red strap.
once she managed to harness the seven inch strap in place— her face beamed with pride. “ill fuck you so good.” vi said almost cheerfully, spreading you out on the bed. you let her part your legs, watching with curious eyes as the strap head pressed against your cunt.
the strap slowly inched deeper into your pussy causing your eyebrows to curl up. vi didn't stop, bottoming out completely and a small high-pitched moan left her lips. “you look so pretty taking my dick...” vi whispered. “youre mine...”
you held vi's hips letting her rock forward and backwards in a gentle pace but you could see the way her body was tensing, grip tightening on your tits as the squelches of your wet pussy filled her ears.
“vi,” you moaned, “youre doing well...” vi nodded, hips moving faster as she held onto your tits, fingers twisting and playing with the nipples as a low whine left her. “youre tight,” she gasped, “warm...”
“youre dramatic.”
vi gave you a very hardly intimidating glare as she placed her forearms on either sides of your head, her pace slowing for a bit before she started urgently rutting against you.
schlik! schlik! schlik!
vi's face buried at the crook of your neck, her teeth leaving hickeys and marks on your neck. you felt your tummy coil, orgasm building.
“harder, harder...” you breathed. “im gonna make you cum,” vi whispered, “im— im gonna make you cum,” she repeated as if the realisation was enough to drive her own pleasure. “hunghh...” vi moaned at the top of her lungs, grabbing the underside of your thighs and pushed them up. she rested your legs on her shoulder as she whined loudly. “youre so pretty, too pretty, i need to— fuck, i need to have you all. please...”
she didn't know what she was saying and you were barely paying attention to her speech. your gaze was glossy, dazed. “vi i think im close...”
“yes, yes,” vi gasped and with one last thrust into your pussy, vi made you come undone all over her thick cock. your head lolled to the side, spent as you watched the way your pussy convulsed around her shaft.
vi backed up, slicked strap hanging between her legs. she looked delicious. her abs and tits were sweat glazed and fierce red bush that spread out in a pretty happy trail— soaked down to every last hair from your sticky cream.
Hiding your face in Vi’s neck as she fucks you nice and slow with her fingers
oh godddd i’m starving for this. she has you in her lap, spread open perfectly for her to slip three fingers in from below. her fingers are pruning from how long they’ve been covered in your arousal, but if anything, the texture adds more delicious friction when she crooks her fingers in your cunt and fucks you so deep you see stars. maybe you’re a little shy, a little overwhelmed by the pleasure roiling through you and the sounds that leave your lips unprompted, so you duck your head into vi’s neck and pant against her skin, kiss and bite the supple flesh where her shoulder meets her neck.
“hear that?” vi rasps, her fingers producing a lewd, drawn-out squelch with every thrust into your leaking cunt. “so fucking wet for me, baby. sound so pretty with my fingers inside you.”
her words only make you wetter, tighter. your cunt squeezes helplessly around her digits and you loose a pathetic, wanton moan against vi’s neck, hips jolting when her fingertips rub tantalizingly against your g-spot. you press your face further into the crook of her neck, cheeks burning with embarrassment from the sounds of your soaked pussy and the whiny, desperate moans that she pulls from your mouth again and again.
“can’t even look at me, huh?” vi taunts. she turns her head in an attempt to see your face, but you’re still hiding in her neck, gasping when her fingers slip deeper and deeper still into your pulsing hole. “that’s okay, babygirl. hide all you want - you know i can feel how bad you want this.”
Synopsis: After getting into a relationship ending fight with your ex you find yourself at a gas station with only a few dollars to your name and no place to call home. Trucker!Sevika sees a young, pretty thing in need of some help and well... the road can get pretty lonely when you're driving all alone for weeks on end.
Wc: 1.6
Warnings: g!p Sevika, legal but fairly large age gap (S is late 40's, R is early 20's), CNC, dubious consent, slight Somnophilia, Sevika is a perv, musk/sweat kink?, size kink, praise + degradation, unprotected sex + creampie, kidnapping.
An angel sent from heaven, that's what you resembled to Sevika when she pulled up at the truck stop. Crying with your makeup smeared down your cheeks and chin, messed up from how much you've been wiping away the tears.
The thud from Sevika's weight dropping onto the gravel from her truck caught your attention, lifting your head just enough to make eye contact with the stranger.
She was... gross. Her white wife pleaser was stained beyond saving with sweat, oil and grease stains. And something else you couldn't name. The toothpick between her teeth was chewed to death you're surprised she's not got spliters. Her nail beds were nasty too, large calloused hands covered in grime and fuel, cuticles a black color, matching underneath her nails.
Overall she was a mess... just like you, in some way. Only you were showered and more dishevelled than actually dirty. When was the last time she had a shower? The stench was terrible... yeah. Definitely not somewhat pleasing. Her musk was not making you feel oddly aroused. No way.
"Didn't your mama tell ya starin' is rude, doll?" Clutching your singular duffle bag closer to your chest you meet her eyes again. She's chewing on that pick with a smirk that is absolutely devastating, because it's so fucking sexy and you just broke up with your ex and you weren't about to rebound with some dirty trucker.
"Sorry... bad night." Had Sevika not been staring at your lips she wouldn't of known what you said- but lip reading came with the job, making out whatever stupid insults other drivers were shouting in their cars.
"Ain't got nowhere to land, do ya doll?" For a minute you want to protest, tell her you're waiting for somebodyto come and get you and that you'll be fine without her help.
However that would be a lie.
"...no." it was so quiet other than the rumbling of other trucks and the two old truckers with beer bellies laughing just outside the store.
"Get in the truck doll, I've got ya." Before you could think about refusing she'd tossed the truck keys into your lap and started to walk away towards the fuel pump. This was a terrible idea. Horrible. You're probably going to end up being the star of your very own murder documentary... but you really had no other choice.
It was this or nothing.
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"If you wanna settle down for the night, sleepers in the back." It had been an hour since you accepted the ride from the woman- who you'd learned was named Sevika. Peering past the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper your nose wrinkles.
Why you expected her sleeping conditions to be any cleaner than her was beyond you. Of course it was filthy. The mattress had no sheet and there was some... concerning stains. The duvet she did have was as rumpled up into a ball in the corner. And she had one singular fucking pillow.
What. The. Fuck.
"You... you actually sleep back there? Like that?" Sevika's smirk grew as she took a quick peek back into the sleeper, assessing then deciding it was fine.
"Nothin' wrong with that doll, us truckers ain't picky. You take what you can get." Sitting back and refocusing on the road ahead, your eyes keep drifting to her hands. They're disgusting yet you keep imagining them on you for some fucked up reason.
"That's gross. You could at least get a mattress cover or something. Like what are those stains?" A shiver ran through you at your own question. Why did you ask? You don't want to know. The answer is only going to gross you out further.
"Struggle to sleep. Get alotta 'lone time with my fist." She smirks. Your lips purse in disgust.
"Ugh. You're such a perv."
"Like you ain't ever touched your own pussy, bet it's real sweet."
"Something you'll never find out."
"We'll see about that."
Her stench was filling up the cab, a musky, horrid sweaty scent that was doing nothing to help this god awful attraction towards her that you're actively ignoring. The jacket over your lap hides the way your thighs press together- or so you think.
Sevika is observant, has to be when driving a big rig like this. Of course she catches it.
"Got get some shut eye, doll. You're practically fallin' asleep over there." You really shouldn’t. You don't want too, being asleep means being vulnerable... though it had been a long day, and an even longer, emotionally draining evening.
A hour. At most.
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Sevika was trying so hard, so fucking hard. The urge to pull over and climb back there to have her way with you was overwhelming. It had been a good few years since she'd had something so pretty in her grasp- though no amount of time lessened her senses to women who were turned on.
The way you tried to hide it was adorable. She knew you didn't want to be attracted to her, Sevika knows she's a little roughed up, but everyone deserves a little love, right?
Pulling into a nearby, empty pit stop she slows and stops the truck gently as to not wake you. Initially you'd argued, were adamant that you weren't sleeping in her filth, though eventually you gave in. Climbing into the back is a struggle with Sevika being over six foot the sleeper was too small for her alone.
With you in it? She'd make it work.
You'd fallen asleep facing away from the cab, giving Sevika the perfect opportunity to stop down and spoon you from behind. Immediately she feels you tense then relax as she envelops you from behind, her musky scent flooding your senses in the best way possible.
"Sevikaaa... no..." the protest was weak, sleepy and absolutely not at all a real protest. Sevika ignored it and let her hands roam, slipping into your waistband and under your panties. With exploring hands she finds exactly what she thought she would.
Soft. Warm. Wet... and fucking tight. The tips of her two fingers already felt like they were stretching you open and she only had the tips of her digits in there. "Jesus fucking christ doll..."
Her hips roll against you pressing her chubbed up cock between your cheeks. Thank god you wore a skirt... maybe it's not so good for you though she has easy access and that's all she cares about.
By now you were half asleep, half awake your inhibitions weakened. Without restraint Sevika wraps one dirty, calloused hand around one thighs, lifting and spreading you open as she replaces her fingers with her length. A low, feral groan escapes Seviks, her breath hot against your neck as she start to rock the rig rocking along with your bodies as she stuffs you full.
You smelled so fucking sweet it was intoxicating.
Sevika smelled so fucking musky which was also intoxicating in an embarrassing way, because despite denying you wanted this, your body was reacting completely differently. Your hands come to rest on her forearm which was wrapped loosely around your neck to keep you in her hold as she humps into you like your nothing but a warm, wet hole for her pleasure.
"Shit baby... so fuckin' tight." Her hands spread you open wider as her thrusts pick up speed and intensity. The loud 'plap plap plap' of her hips pounding against your fleshy backside filled the small space, bouncing off the sleeper walls accompanied by the embarrassingly loud squelching of your cunt.
Small whines and moans are forced from your sleepy mouth as Sevika has her way with you, giving no option but to take it. Rhythmically your pussy pulses and clenches around her invading length, betraying your disgust with a primal need to be taken.
The position was slightly awkward and Sevika wasn't a young hound anymore but she'll be dammed if she stops or slows down just because her knees hurt. "Look at you... takin' my cock like a filthy fucking street whore hm? Gonna start working the corner to pay me back for all the miles I've driven you hm?"
Sevika's words were cruel, so godamn cruel yet all you could do was let out a pathetic, mindless whimper as your cunt betrayed you once more, gushing around her cock. With each pummel of her hips you could feel her swelling inside you, twitching with need. "That's right baby, lie here and take it. My very own personal cocksleeve... we'll loosen you up, don't worry doll."
Her last few stokes were lazy, her hips rolling and grinding to bury herself as deep as she could get before she let go. Groaning and biting at your sweaty neck she kept still, thighs tensing as she stuffed you full of her seed, the creamy white leaking out around her cock and smearing over your ass cheeks.
She wasn't sure if you came and she couldn't care less if you had. That was the best fuck she's had in... years. She's keeping you. Maybe in the morning she'll find a nice spot to take you for breakfast, knowing you'll be walking around with her dried cum between your legs.
It was unknown to you right now that you were hers, as you fell asleep in her arms again exhausted and completely fucked out. You'd learn soon enough.
Sevika w reader who is absolutely baby crazy and has been asking for one like every chance she gets?? I don't fully know how I want the plot, take creative liberty ig :P
what if you wanted Sevika to impregnate you...? (MINORS DNI)
Every month, it's the same routine. You hit ovulation and suddenly become insatiable and hungry, needing to feed on whatever you can whenever you can just to fill the expanding hole in your stomach. More often than not, it's paired with a landslide of hormones, each urging you to jump on Sevika until you can barely stand.
It's no different today. Except — she's not here.
On an assignment, she's been gone for the last couple days. It wasn't something either of you had planned, especially not with how predictable your cycle is, but she had no choice but to agree. You let her go unwillingly, pouting in the doorway as she said her goodbyes. She's due back any minute now, and so here you stand, waiting by the door with your arms folded and that same pout fully settled on your lips.
Yesterday felt like torture without her. You spent the majority of last night squirming and rolling around in bed, telling yourself you should wait, that you shouldn't give in to the pulsing wetness overtaking your cunt. Eventually, you gave up on sleep entirely and spent the night sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her, even though you knew it would be hours before she'd return.
The minute that door opens, you'll ask. It's been a question that has made a near-constant appearance every month despite already knowing what her answer will be.
I want a baby, you plead.
Baby, you know it's impossible, she says back.
No matter what science says, when you reach this point of hunger, it's near-impossible for you to believe it. Sevika is a powerful woman. You have no doubt she could impregnate you if she really put her mind to it.
In truth, you don't think you actually want a child. If you were to be asked about it any other time outside of ovulation, you'd be indifferent, leaning more towards denial. It's something about the control, the complete power exchange, the pure desire to be filled. The idea of Sevika impregnating you is a constant running thought, one that fails to leave your mind until you hit luteal.
Hearing keys in the lock, your shoulders tighten in anticipation. Holding your breath, you watch as it opens, Sevika's head low as she pulls the key back out. "Baby, I'm home,"
"I want a baby," are the first words to leave your mouth.
As she looks up, it's clear she didn't expect you to be standing directly by the door. For a moment, shock overtakes her face, quick to sink into mild amusement as she sighs. "You really need to let this go," she says, stepping in and closing the door behind her. "Every month you ask me,"
"Because I believe you could do it,"
"How?" She asks, dropping her keys in the bowl by the door. "Honey, it's the same thing every month. I know you want it, but I can't—"
"I'm going to go upstairs and strip. If you're not up there within five minutes I'm leaving you,"
You don't actually mean it, but fuck, it really feels like you do. Your hormones are ravaging your system like parasites, urging you to feel genuinely rageful that she won't bend you over and fuck you like she means it. Huffing, you spin on your heel and leave her by the door, storming up the stairs and into your bedroom, tugging away irritating clothing until you stand bare. Irritated and genuinely upset, you are quite literally on the verge of tears, wanting nothing more than to be filled with Sevika's seed, to feel her warm body pressed against yours. It's the same every month, and yet you fall for it each and every time.
You hear nothing but silence at first, then the heaviness of her footsteps making their way up the stairs. Facing away, you fight the urge to look over your shoulder.
"Baby..." Sevika softly says as she stops in the doorway.
"I don't see why you won't try," you argue, turning. You know how ridiculous you sound. It's pathetic, but there is no thinking clearly when every part of you aches for it. Your body is crying out, desperately trying to communicate with Sevika's. You want a baby. What about that is so difficult to understand?
She's looking at you with that irritating pity, that softened expression you'd rather glare at than accept. Facing away from her again, you can't help but catch her reflection in the corner mirror, seeing the way her eyes trail down your body. "You look good like this," she mutters, leaning against the doorway. "Makes me think I should make you angry more often,"
"If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone who can,"
Her scoff grates on your last nerve. "No, you won't,"
You turn rather sharply, glaring. "Yes, I will,"
"No," she says, tilting her head, "you won't,"
"Why won't I? Who are you to stop me? I mean, it's not like Zaun is lacking in people willing to fuck a needy woman. Sevika's woman. I'd have people lining up around the city just to get a chance with me,"
As she steps forward, her eyes grow darker, her pupils slowly expanding. "You won't go looking for anyone else," she says, reaching out to grip you by the hip, tugging you closer, "because you know no one can fuck you like I can,"
Scoffing, you try to pull away, only to be forced back to her chest. With one hand gripping your hip, the other settles beneath your chin, forcing you to meet her heated gaze.
"No one can make you feel the way I do, baby. I'm the only one who can make you scream, to have you salivating, convulsing," as she hooks her hands behind your thighs, she effortlessly lifts you, your legs automatically locking around her waist. "You know better than to go looking for a subpar replacement,"
"At least subpar could get me pregnant," you mutter back, even though you tense your thighs around her.
"You want a baby that fuckin' bad?" She asks, turning you towards the bed. "Fine,"
Dropping you down, Sevika is quick to unhook your legs, pushing them so far apart you feel the twinge of pulled muscle. One hand stays pressed against your inner thigh, the other moving down to cup your pussy. Having been soaking since last night, it takes no effort at all to sink two fingers in, her accompanying hum deliciously low.
"How long have you been this wet, huh?" She asks, her fingers pushing deep.
"Since last night," you shakily admit, your voice soft.
"Hm. Did you touch yourself?"
You shake your head before you speak. "No,"
As her fingers begin to curl, your hips automatically raise from the bed, both feet firmly planted into it. She's not moving fast enough to draw you closer, but just enough to keep you soaking.
"I bet you thought about it," she mutters, slowly pulling her fingers away. As she brings them to her lips, she sucks away traces of lust, adding a quiet, "didn't you?"
Your nod is weak, your brows curved upward. It's the way she digs her nails into your thigh that urges you to speak. "Yes,"
Smirking, she steps away entirely, moving towards the wardrobe. Sitting on the shelf inside is what you refer to as the treasure box, a large chest that holds lingerie, toys, and the strap you are already drooling thinking about.
"How did I fuck you?" She asks, pulling the chest out. "What position?"
"Against the wall," you breathlessly pant, watching as she dumps the box on the bed. Your eyes hungrily fixate on her hands as she sorts through the contents. "Bent over the bed," you say, your gaze hungrily tracing the strap as she pulls it free. "At one point I imagined you pressing me against the window, letting everyone see,"
Her eyes flick up, her brows low. They linger for a moment or two before they drop. "You're not wrong about this place, baby. I have men wishing they could line up just to get a taste of you,"
Shakily inhaling, you can't help but trace your fingertips across your thighs, so incredibly tempted to touch yourself. Your pussy is aching, your clit pulsating. Each time you come even close to touching it, you softly whine, forcing yourself to draw your hand back again.
"I bet you'd like it, too," she says, tossing the strap onto the bed. Her hands are slow to unbutton her jeans, skilled fingers taking their sweet fucking time. "You'd get off to the idea alone,"
"Would you let them?"
"What?" She asks. "Fuck you? No chance,"
"What if they just watched?"
This time, her eyes feel to linger, flicking across the curve of your breasts then back up again. "I don't know," she says. "Maybe we should try it,"
You laugh, shaking your head at her. It's only as you see her solemn expression that realisation falls. Your laugh stutters, slipping into confusion as you ask, "you're serious?"
Slipping her chosen toy into the O ring, Sevika kicks away her jeans and wraps the harness around her body in silence, smirking at you.
"I—" You stammer, your eyes frantically glancing from the window to Sevika. "I—"
"Not so cocky now that it's real, huh?"
"No, I just—"
"Where's your attitude gone, baby? Weren't you just threatening to leave me for someone else? I thought you wanted the whole of Zaun to see you come?"
"I didn't— I wasn't being—"
"Serious?" She finishes for you. "That's too bad. Get up,"
You dare stay where you are, shock rendering you frozen. As she moves closer, unhooking her bra one-handed, she uses the other to grip your ankle, forcefully pulling you down the bed. Unable to fight back, you allow her to draw you up, turn you around, and lead you towards the window. Though it's beginning to darken outside, there is still a lingering fear that someone will see you, that someone will be standing on the opposite side of the street just to get a peek at you.
"You want them to see you?" Sevika mutters low in your ear. "Better give them a show worth watching,"
Pressing you against the glass, Sevika's body stands firm against yours. You can feel the brush of her bra slipping away, the warm curve of her breasts against your back. Both hands move to hold your hips tight, drawing your ass back against the toy, the silicone head captured between you both.
"V—" You gasp. "Anyone could see—"
"Isn't that what you wanted?" She asks, her lips tracing your neck. "For all of Zaun to watch you beg for me?"
"I want a baby,"
"You want a lot of things," Sevika mutters. "Never matters if it's possible or not,"
Pushing back on the toy, you feel the way it attempts to slip between your thighs. "You can do anything but get me pregnant. Sounds like you're giving up before you've even tried,"
Her irritated growl has your head lulling backwards, a soft exhale slipping from between your parted lips. You feel the way she shifts, gripping the silicone cock in her hand to guide it closer. Her other hand moves from your hip to your back, pushing your front down. With better access to your hole, she's able to slip the dildo to your cunt, slowly easing it inside.
This is what you've been wanting, what you've been craving. Without warning, she thrusts deep into you, the feeling so sudden and so intense that you can do nothing but gasp.
Each time she rocks into you, she tugs, forcing the toy to sink so deep it has you moaning. "Every fuckin' month," she mutters beneath her breath. "Every time I walk through the door, you're there, asking me to give you a baby. Every fucking month,"
Though she sounds irked, the strength of her thrusts has you believing otherwise. Each rough sway of her hips is accompanied by a heavy grunt, her focus poured into easing your constant need. So long as she's deep, you feel calmer. It's as though the literal fire tainting your insides is cooling, doused in wave after wave of satiation.
"Oh, fuck—" You whine, pushing back on her. "Deeper, fuck, please go deeper—"
"Always needing more, so fuckin' greedy," she angrily mutters, gripping your hips to drill deeper into you. "So fuckin' needy,"
"Please, please, please—" You cry, pressing both hands against the window. With every thrust, she forces you forward, your front soon completely flat against the window. Your breasts, squished against the glass, will become a sure fixation for any passer-by's. The idea of it has you squirming, urged to rub your clit until you come.
You barely get the chance to begin before she snatches your hand away, holding it against your lower back.
"I don't fucking think so," Sevika mutters. "You don't come until I say so,"
"Don't be me— oh—"
Fucking into you so hard you'll surely bruise, you feel the way the tip of the toy firmly hits your cervix upon every thrust. The pain, though steadily blooming, is strangely delicious. You know it'll ache something fierce tomorrow, but regret is so far from your mind that you don't even think to worry about it. All you need, all you crave is for her to fuck you faster, deeper, harder.
"Fuck me harder," you plead, clawing at the glass. "Fuck, V, fuck me harder,"
With a growl, she pulls you back from the window, allowing the toy to slip out for just long enough to push you down onto the bed. Laying on your back, Sevika settles a hand behind your right knee, pulling your leg up to rest over her shoulder. Immediately guiding the toy back into your soaking cunt, you look down, realising the toy she's using is the one with a ridged end. Every thrust has her pussy rubbing against the toy, her strong thighs subtly trembling each time she fucks you deep.
"You want a fuckin' baby, I'll give you a baby," she furiously mutters through clenched teeth. "Sick of you always asking,"
"You love it," you grin, moaning as the tip of the toy slams against your cervix. "You love fucking me,"
"I love it so fucking much," she groans, softly gasping as she grinds against the ridged end. "I love when you get like this, so fucking needy all the goddamn time,"
"You— oh my god, don't you dare pull out,"
The pleasure is so intense you feel to be alight in flames. Arching your back high from the bed, you fully give in to Sevika's touch, allowing her hands to grip your waist and pull you up. Your entire lower body is lifted from the bed, your pleasure entirely at her mercy as she fucks into you, truly so determined to give you what you want.
"You gonna take it?" She grunts. "Gonna take my seed?"
"Please, V—"
"Take it all, fuck, you're so beautiful like this,"
You won't last long in this position. So deep she hits your cervix on every thrust, you can both feel and hear the sloshing of awaiting come ready to leak. Your aching cunt is so wet she can barely keep up the pace, slipping from you so often she has to fully press herself against you just to keep the dildo inside.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god—" You whine, clinging to the sheets. "V, I'm gonna—"
"That's it, baby, take it all, fuck—"
It's as if you were born to take, born to be her fuck-toy. Made for each other, your bodies slot together as though fate Herself created you specifically for this moment. Throwing your head back, you wrap your left leg around her waist, wanting to pull her so deep it hurts.
"Impregnate me, please," you sob, tears clouding. "Please, V, I need it—"
"Fuckin' take it then,"
"Oh— yes, yes, yes,"
Your orgasm hits so hard you lose all control over your body. Each limb begins to erratically spasm, forcing you to curl up and extend again, painfully crunching until Sevika lays a hand flat over your stomach. Pressing down against every wave, she continues to fuck into you, grinding down hard on the ridged end of the toy.
"Fuck—" She mutters, her voice low. "Oh, fuck—"
Barely able to keep your eyes open past the pleasure, you attempt with everything in you to keep your gaze on her, watching as she staggers and gasps, her hips stuttering. Though you can't feel literal sperm flooding your insides, your wetness is enough to convince you you can. Paired with the way Sevika clings to you, riding through her own orgasm, you are able to fall flat, panting heavy.
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thinking about morning sex with a horny ellie williams .
the early morning light hits soft through the cracked window. ellie wakes groggy and presses hard against you under the blankets. her hand slides under your shirt quick and you turn a bit.
“stay,” she mutters. her voice is soft but groggy. “need you, babe.”
she hooks her leg over yours and grinds slowly, and you can feel how wet she is even through her panties. her fingers dig into ur hips. “fuck. missed this.” her breath catches when you start touching back. she kisses your neck like she’s hungry. like she needs more.
ellie pushes closer. hips rolling desperate. “touch me please.” her hand moves lower. strokes you firm. “yeah. just like that.. fuck.” she groans low. body hot and needy.
“don’t stop.” she presses her face into ur neck. “so wet for you.” her fingers slip inside you. thrusting steady. “so good.” she squeezes her eyes shut in pure bliss.
“i need it so bad baby.” she says it like she’s almost about to start crying. like it’s too much but never enough. like if you don’t make her cum right now she might go crazy. you giggle sleepily at her neediness. always so needy.
she grinds harder and you respond with the same amount of pressure. breathing heavy, and it feels like both of ur bodies have synced to be one. “cum with me.” her free hand grips your hip. pulling you tight. “pleasepleasepleaseplease. fff- ohmgod ohmgod.. don’t stop.. please don’t stop.. fuckfuck..”
ellie trembles n moans into your skin. “mmmgh..” she keeps moving through it. soft and intense. then collapses against you. still touching. “one more..?”
SYNOPSIS: There is an unholy amount of pressure on you— winning the race while trying not to stare at your beautiful coach Sevika who seems absolutely unimpressed by your lack of focus in the race. Asking her out right now means getting rejected in the face… but if you wait until you’re out of college, what if she starts dating someone else?
art cred: @/emiuli on tumblr || rqst cred: @qqueenpprincee
AUTHOR’S NOTE: I’m sorry for the delay of posts. I wrote this one multiple times and then realised I’d been writing the prompt wrong and Finny had specifically wanted reader to be doing hurdles and long jumps and my dumbass didn’t write exactly those 🥹 aside from that I was very unhappy with my previous drafts, but this one came out cute and has my trademark romcom vibe! So I went with this version of it!
TAGS: coach!sevika, track runner!reader, age gap, slowburn, some of the details in this fanfic might be inaccurate I’m not really an athlete of any sort and everything I’ve written is research based, fluffy and a little funny, minor injury, Sevika is so protective, kissing, size difference mentioned several times if you squint, no power imbalance, some non sexual intimacy at the ending, NOT PROOFREAD
WORD COUNT: ~ 3.8k words
You thought that you’re bad at this.
You’re not actually. You’re one of Sevika’s most celebrated athletes. The afternoon sun was beating down on the field, sweat ran down your back and made your shirt stick to your skin. You felt gross, sweaty and in desperate need for a shower.
But that could wait for now.
Sevika stood close by the lane, watching your form with her sharp silver eyes which only looked even more gorgeous under the sun. The sunlight glinted on her pretty eyes and highlighted the natural glow of her brown, sun-kissed skin.
“Focus.” You told yourself. “She’s your fucking coach, dude. Get a grip.”
Maybe it was because you were staring at Sevika too much, or thinking about her too much. Whichever it was— you got your karma for it.
CLANG!
You winced, trail leg clipping the hurdle.
“Pretend you didn’t see that!” You called over to Sevika and kept running.
Sevika rolled her eyes and sighed deeply, like you’d disappointed her ancestors.
“Again!” She barked the order out, sounding so intimidating when she did that you almost flinched.
“Yes, Coach…”
This time you thought you’d done it perfectly. You ran again, then made for the jump— oops. Too high?
“You’re trying to jump, not fly.” Sevika said as you made it back to the starting line.
“Sorry…”
“Where’s your head at?” She tossed a water bottle at you.
You grabbed it with both hands, giving her a grateful and apologetic smile, “dunno… just not in top form today, I guess.”
“You’re an athlete, one of my best. You don’t get to schedule days for whack performance. Every day should be a try to be better than the last.”
You quietly drank your water, cheeks flaming slightly with embarrassment. Of course, she’d say that.
Look at the muscles on her! She’d never have issues with either jumping too high or clipping the hurdle. Hell, if her leg clipped the hurdle, the thing would probably turn to ash while she ran on!
Her words pulled you back from your train of thoughts—
“Again.”
You wanted to roll your eyes but you obeyed— you knew she was just trying to look out for you. But how the hell were you supposed to focus when Sevika’s biceps looked as delicious as they did?
“Focus.” You told yourself.
Run. The moment you get close, this time you slow down a little— maybe because you were trying to figure out the right bit of jump, the right bit of momentum— Sevika’s voice almost gives you a heart attack.
“Stop slowing down!”
Your eyes widened slightly, you gathered speed again and then— you did it.
A perfect hurdle.
Sevika smiled, “alright, great. Now give me six reps.”
Way to shatter your joy and pride.
Despite what you thought, you dragged your feet to the starting line, and did just as Sevika asked. By the time you were done, most other athletes had already cleared out of the field. Sweat ran down your temple which you wiped with the back of your hand hastily.
“Y’did good.” Sevika finally said, walking up to you, “but you’ve made mistakes today that you don’t make normally. That’s made us lose a lot of time.”
“Yeah… I know.”
“Knowing isn’t gonna solve the issue at hand.” She put one hand on your shoulder.
Fuck, her hand was large in comparison to you. You swallowed thickly and looked at her. Her silver eyes laced with concern looked back at you.
“Get whatever it is you’ve got going on together. Tomorrow we’ll do both hurdles and long jumps, and we can’t waste time like this. Conference championship’s comin’ up.”
You nodded, “understood.”
“Good.” She let go of your shoulder. “Get home safe, kiddo. And make sure t’eat and I better see you doin’ your best tomorrow.”
You smiled, “will do, Coach!”
Sevika offered you the slightest of a friendly smile and a final nod before she turned. You let out a deep breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding and walked towards the locker room to change up.
She could really be scary sometimes when she was coaching but you knew she had your best interests at heart. You’d never thought you’d get so tangled into sports before, but Sevika’s always made you feel like you belonged there.
And she was sweet when situation demanded it.
As you changed into clean clothes, you noticed it— a dark bruise blooming on your ankle.
“Shit. That’s gonna be a bitch tomorrow.” You murmured, not bothering to look at it twice when you pulled your socks over and wore your shoes.
-
The next day your performance was flawless. Every jump, every hurdle— you tackled it all until you were left sweaty, water bottle in hand, hair slightly dishevelled, but you had a big smile on your face. Sevika did too.
Which was honestly the biggest win of the day.
“You’ve done a great job today,” she finally said after a pause, “I can tell you’ve taken this seriously.”
“I’ve just— y’know— put my head in the game,” you said awkwardly punching the air.
Why did you feel so lame now that she was finally having a decent conversation with you? Fuck. Sevika chuckled, shifting one hand on her hip.
“If your performance goes on like this, there ain’t no doubt you’ll win the conference championship.”
“That’s… reassuring.” you said quietly, “is there… anything else I should be? I wanna make sure I’ve got this in the bag.”
Sevika’s eyes warmed slightly. Just to see that you care about the championship just as much as she does, it was refreshing.
Sevika nodded with a smile, “I’ll text you a list later, okay?”
“Yeah, okay, thank you, Coach.”
Sevika just nodded, the smile still on her face before she picked up her bag, and swung it over her shoulder.
“Get home safe, kiddo.”
“Y— you too!”
Just before Sevika turned— she saw it. You flinched as you pulled your sock down to check on the bruise on your ankle. It had been throbbing all afternoon— the fabric of your sock rubbing against the already bruised skin hadn’t helped especially under the heat of the sun.
Sevika’s eyebrows furrowed, eyes searching for the cause of pain on your face— the moment she saw the bruise on your ankle, she was marching up to you in only a few long strides.
“What the hell’s that?”
“It’s nothing! Just a little bruising when I hit the—”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” She demanded.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal! I— it doesn’t even hurt—!”
“It is SO a big deal!”
Sevika looked genuinely angry. Not really at you. But in fact, you got hurt during one of her coaching sessions and she never knew.
You stared at her expression, your mouth opening and closing a few times before you finally mastered the courage to mumble;
“I’m sorry.”
Sevika didn’t respond to your apology. She dropped to one knee and guided your foot to rest on her knee. “Let me see,” she murmured.
Gentle hands pried your sock down to reveal the dark bruise and the angry swell around the ankle. She didn’t prod too hard, she simply observed the state of the injury.
“You’re not fit to be walking.” She said instantly and slowly guided your foot back down, “I’m takin’ y’to the nurse.”
“There’s no need for—!”
“I need to know if you’re even cleared for training.”
You sighed softly, “okay, I can limp there—”
Before you even finished saying that, Sevika’s hand was around the back of your knees and your back. She swept you right off your feet, carrying you bridal style towards the infirmary.
Your face burnt. You were so close you could smell her— sweat, skin and the faint smell of her cologne.
You had to fight the grin off your face or she’d probably drop you on the field right there.
The nurse’s office smelled faintly of disinfectant and comfort. There were a couple beds separated by thin curtains and a nurse behind the desk who seemed to be writing a prescription to another student.
Sevika slowly placed you on one of the beds, and stayed close by, staring at the nurse so intensely the poor woman started writing faster. She ripped the page off and handed it to the student with a little smile. The student thanked her and walked out.
The woman walked towards you, “what seems to be the issue, dear?”
Before you could speak, Sevika did.
“We’ve been practicing since yesterday and this one got a bruise on her ankle, and thought it wasn’t a big deal, now she’s wincing, and it’s swollen up and bruised.”
The nurse blinked. “Okay… let me see the ankle, dear.”
You pulled your sock down and tossed your shoe down on the floor so the nurse could have a look. By the look of her face, it didn’t seem very good.
“Can you put pressure on it?”
You moved your leg down, trying to shift your weight down on your foot. “Yeah. It doesn’t really hurt when I move. The pain’s outside, not really inside.”
“Alright, that’s good,” the nurse said, “let me see,” she gently guided your foot back in her hands, rotating it to make sure you didn’t twist your ankle.
Once she was sure you could bear weight down on the foot and flex the joint without being in pain, she nodded to herself and straightened.
“Don’t worry, Sevika, it’s just a little bruising that needs ice.”
Sevika exhaled deeply, relieved.
You were now biting the inside of your cheek, trying not to break into a fit of giggles.
Sevika was just so hot.
Later, she ensured you were safely dropped off home before she returned home herself. You were giggly even after you got home, you could smell a faint hint of her cologne on your clothes now.
Oh, you’d never wash this shirt.
-
The day of the championship hit you like a truck. You’d practiced your ass for this day but you were a nervous wreck.
Sevika texted you multiple times before you showed up, making sure you were eating enough— not too much, not too less. Every five minutes, she was asking you “y’good?” In a low voice that suggested nothing but raw care.
You hadn’t ever seen this side of hers.
But even if you were a sucker for your super hot coach, right now you were sweating cold sweat.
You weren’t exactly nervous. You were afraid. Afraid of doing so bad that you disappoint everyone around yourself. But not even that scared you all that much. Disappointing yourself did.
That was your worst fear right now.
“Hey,” Sevika sat down next to you in the locker room, “you gotta keep your head fresh, okay? Winning’s not your goal right now. Keeping your head in the game is.”
You smiled faintly. “I know.” A pause. “Hey, Coach. Are you gonna be mad if I don’t win?”
Sevika opened her mouth to answer that, but then thought against it.
“Hmm… what do you think?”
You shyly looked up.
“I think if I lose, you won’t ever wanna see my face again.”
Sevika barked a short laugh, “you’re ridiculous, y’know?”
Your cheeks flushed more. Sevika turned to fully face you.
“How about instead of worryin’ about whether I wanna see your face or not, you worry about doin’ all those hurdles and jumps right, okay?”
“That doesn’t answer my question…” you mumbled stubbornly.
Sevika sighed and got up.
“You ask too many questions anyway.”
A moment of silence as she stares into nothingness silently.
“I’m not gonna be mad.”
You grinned.
“That doesn’t mean you’re gonna flunk this shit.”
You giggled. “Don’t worry, Coach, I got this!”
-
You did exactly as you had trained the past few weeks. Your lungs burnt, your muscles ached but you pushed yourself to your absolute limits. So when the weight of the medal around your neck settled, you looked.
You looked for Sevika.
“You clipped the seventh hurdle.” She said, walking towards you slowly.
“I did not!”
She laughed and tossed a bottle of water at you. You caught it, but didn’t drink from it.
“Are you… proud of me?”
Sevika shoved her hands in her pockets, staring at you with an expression that said “you really gonna make me say that out loud?” Then with a pained groan, she murmured;
“Yeah. M’proud of you, kiddo.”
You smiled, wide and bright.
You wanted to thank her but the words didn’t come so instead, you flung yourself into her arms in a tight hug.
Sevika— entirely caught off guard— stumbled a little but didn’t push you off. Instead, you felt her arms wrapping around you in a loose embrace. She rubbed her hand down your back soothingly, it almost made you shiver.
“Thank you… for everything.” You mumbled into her shoulder.
She grunted in response.
For a few seconds, there was just comfortable silence between you both before you eventually parted yourself from the hug. You wanted to cry in happiness, your face hurt from how much you had been smiling but you were genuinely just so content.
“Do you remember Coach had promised a treat if even one of us gets a medal?” One of your track friends said.
Your eyes twinkled with mischievous amusement. “Yes! Oh, we have to ask her!”
That’s how you ended up there— sitting in a half-full restaurant with your friends. Sevika sat on the opposite side, watching your friends diving head first into gossip.
“So, what are you doing after this?” Sevika asked you.
You looked up, slightly shocked she initiated the conversation, “nothing, I honestly didn’t think I’d win, I’m just really shocked, I guess.”
“That’s valid. So, you’re tellin’ me you’re my star athlete and winning wasn’t even on your roster for the future?”
“Yeah…”
“You’re one oddball, alright.”
You laughed softly, a red hue developing on your cheeks.
“Yeah, I get that a lot. I don’t know if I wanna approach athletics as a profession. I love doing what I do, but… I’m not sure.”
“Okay, that’s understandable. You do have talent but if that’s not what you’re willing to do, then you should simply do whatever y’wanna really do.”
“Mhm, I’ve been leaning more towards art.”
“Art?”
“Yeah, I know. A bit of a shocker. None of my friends really care to listen but I actually love—”
“—sketching. I know.”
You stared at her. Sevika, realising she’d just given herself away, quickly tried to come up with an excuse, but only could stammer. She could get so cute when she was flustered.
“How did you know about that?” You smiled faintly.
“I’ve seen the— y’know— pencil smudges on your hand. Those aren’t normal pencils. That’s charcoal pencil smudges.”
“You noticed…”
“I’m your coach, noticing’s kinda part of the job.”
“Well, you were my coach.”
“Yeah… were.”
Awkward silence swallowed the air. Sevika checked her phone quietly. You bit the inside of your cheeks and bounced your leg.
Then, you asked, “can I ask you a personal question?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever… dated a student after they graduated?”
“That’s a very weird question to ask.”
“I just—”
“That also right when you’re graduating.”
Your cheeks went bright red. Sevika smirked slightly.
“This isn’t the appropriate place to have that talk.”
“But—”
Sevika nodded very subtly towards your friends who were busy in their own chatter. You nodded a “yes”.
But she didn’t downright reject you… that must count towards something, right?
After Sevika very generously treated you and the entire track team, they all eventually started leaving. Right after the last track team member left, you looked at Sevika.
She got up without even looking at you. “My car.” She said, simply.
You got up, too and followed her out and into the car. She sat at the driver’s side, quietly pulling the seatbelt over her chest. You watched her quietly before she revved out of the parking spot.
What were you even supposed to say?
“So…” you began.
“So?”
Your brain blanked.
“So you never answered my question.”
“You have really weird questions.” Sevika deflected.
“... That’s still not an answer.”
She looked like she wanted to disappear. Not in a bad way. In an awkward way.
“Hey,” you turned a little to look at her. “If you wanna reject me, you can, I’m not gonna—”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well, you’re not saying the opposite either!”
“What is the opposite?”
“... Ummm,” you didn’t know how to phrase it.
In your head, it sounded bold— you like me, so we date. But in reality, it was harder to say.
“Umm?”
“Just—! Tell me how you feel,” you managed out.
“How I feel…?”
Sevika fell silent. Not because she didn’t have feelings for you. But because in a very, very long time someone was asking her about her feelings and the idea of that struck a deep, raw part in her that no one night stand ever did.
She stared ahead at the road, refusing to let herself get emotional over something so trivial. She needed to think her response through carefully.
“I feel a lot of things.”
You wanted to facepalm. “I’m aware.”
The car came to a halt as Sevika parked it by the side of the road. She looked at you.
“You really wanna make me say the most ridiculous things ever.”
Your lips twitched in a smile.
“Do those words include “I like you too”?”
Sevika stared at you quietly, her face was an evident answer— yes.
“C’mere.”
She kissed you.
It was sweet. She leaned over the middle and kissed you, her hand holding the side of your face to support your face as she deepened the kiss. You kissed back, holding her face with both hands. Your hands were cold with nervousness, her face was warm.
You both parted for a second.
“You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?” Sevika asked.
“Just a little…”
“I know.”
“But—”
“You gawked at me like you’d never seen a woman before.”
“You’re just hot.”
That got Sevika to blush. She looked away, “pfft, ridiculous shit.”
“But you are!”
Sevika didn’t say anything, but you saw the way she resisted a smile, and continued the drive back home.
-
Sevika was supposed to drop you off. That’s it. When the car parked, you looked over at her. None of the two of you were ready to say goodbye.
“So…” you murmured, the awkwardness filling the air with suffocating silence.
“Yeah…”
“I’m gonna— uh— go inside…”
Sevika nodded quietly. You grabbed the door handle and opened it, stepping outside but the moment one of your feet landed on the concrete— Sevika grabbed your other hand and tugged lightly.
“Don’t… go yet.”
You looked at her, confusion and subtle shock in your eyes, then closed the door. You looked at her.
“Are you gonna do something?”
“Hold on, I’m… nervous.”
Your eyebrows rose so high they were at risk of disappearing into your hairline, “you? Nervous?”
“Yeah, fuck off, I’m allowed to feel nervous!” She said, face flushing.
“Yeah, of course. Never said you weren’t. I just never saw you being nervous. On the field, you’re always so confident. You know what you’re doing and—”
“Well, this ain’t the field, is it?”
You gulped.
“Mhm… so there are no rules. No professionalism.”
A moment of silence.
“Do you wanna kiss me again?”
“Fuck yeah.” She replied immediately and pulled you in for another kiss.
This time she pulled you over her lap. You climbed over the middle and settled on her thick thighs, making yourself comfortable as your lips remained linked with hers.
Sevika’s hand moved in your hair, securing your place against her mouth. Her eyes opened for a second as she drank in the sight of you there on her lap with your lips pressed against her. Things were so intimate and to think a couple months ago the only relationship you both had was settled in training schedules.
“You’re good at this.” you mumbled when you both parted for air.
Sevika raised a brow. “I’m older.”
“That too.”
“That a problem?”
“No, ma’am.” You smiled. “Quite the opposite.”
“Yeah? You prefer older?” Sevika’s lip twitched in a smirk. Devious almost.
“I prefer… mature.”
“Sure, princess.”
Need swelled between you both. There was little to no distance between you and her. That wasn’t even the best part. The best part was the way she looked at you. All this time you’d both spent on the field, she only looked at you how a coach should look at their team player.
But now she looked at you differently.
She looked at you like you meant something.
Like your were something precious she wants to hold forever and never let go. Like you were the greatest gift from God.
She saw how your thighs squeezed together.
“Needy girl.” She mumbled, grabbing the side of your thighs with one hand and giving it a little squeeze.
You couldn’t help the squeak-like sound that escaped you, eyes wide, face red.
“Sevika…”
Sevika’s smirk warmed in a way you hadn’t ever seen before, as if just calling her by her name was enough to melt something in her heart.
“There you go, I like my name on your tongue.”
“You like it…?”
“Yeah, don’t ever stop.”
“I won’t,” you wrapped your arms around her, pressing your forehead against hers, “unless you decide to coach me again…” you joked.
She rolled her eyes. “Never again.”
“Hey, I was a solid runner.”
“Maybe.” Sevika let her nose brush against yours. “But you’re horrible at keeping it in your pants.”
“Hey—!” You swatted her playfully.
“Oh, you wound me!” Sevika said dramatically, clutching her heart.
You laughed heartily.
Who would have thought things would take such a pleasant turn?
Your hand rested against the middle of her chest. “So what are we now?”
“I guess we can still figure that out.” Sevika murmured, “let’s not jump to conclusions overnight.”
“Yeah…” you looked at her through your lashes, shy almost, “I’d like that.”
I genuinely enjoyed how much this fanfiction made me research a lot of athletic stuff because I know nothing about it. And I enjoy doing research to write fics. And I feel like this is a little unique from my other fanfics because usually after a lot of slow burn, I reward my readers with a smut scene. But for one time, I decided to write a long fanfiction that does not have smut in it and is just non-sexual intimacy, which I think makes the fic so much better 😋🩷
Pregnancy hadn’t exactly been easy, especially in a place like Zaun where medicine was… well, creative. You were thankful yours had been quite painless so far with the only problem being how leaky your breasts had gotten over time, and the back pain was a constant reminder of the angel in your womb.
❖ Sevika’s unnaturally soft side came out during the hardest days. She did things you never thought you’d see her doing, including wearing that ridiculously pink kitchen apron that was comically small on her— yet somehow logical considering it was yours.
❖ She cooked… decent, at the start, but then you noticed her going through cookbooks before bed, her eyes on the pages even when her head drooped, giving into sleep. Her glasses sat crooked on her nose bridge, slipping down every time her head moved.
❖ Sevika started carrying everything for you, claiming she didn’t want you straining yourself even if the item were to be something as lightweight as your purse. Sure, she looked funny sporting a baby pink fluffy purse and a brutal mechanical weapon of an arm on her other side— but you knew looks didn’t matter to the woman who just wanted to make sure her wife was comfortable.
❖ During one of these days, Sevika noticed how you had grunted out irritation and fought your dress off that got stuck midway up your shoulder frame. She quickly rushed to help. “Need help?” She asked.
You looked down at your leaky breasts, “they keep soaking through my clothes.” You said with a pout. Sevika couldn’t help staring, her lips parting slightly, perverse thoughts filling her brain. The lack of reply made you look at her line of sight and you swatted at her, “stop staring!”
“I can’t help it.” Sevika wrapped one arm around you, “you’re so pretty and now you’re all soft and swollen with my kid… we’re gonna be moms.”
You smiled faintly and nodded, resting your head against Sevika’s chest. Your nipples were painfully erect, it was so uncomfortable and your chest was aching to be touched. “Hey… can you—?” You nodded down to your breasts vaguely. Sevika instantly got the signal and helped you to the bed.
❖ Your nipple freely leaked milk as Sevika lapped and sucked on it, gently weighing the other breast with her flesh hand to feel just how heavy it had gotten while you’re pregnant. You let out a soft sigh of relief when she lifted it, the strain lifting from your shoulders. Sevika’s mouth worked faster as she suckled on your nipple, drinking your milk. Her eyes closed, hand leaving your breast to slowly work down towards your clothed pussy, rubbing you through the fabric. Your whole body jolted a little feeling the sudden friction on your needy cunt but you didn’t push her away or ask her to stop. You loved this.
Sevika x Fem, face grinding, pussy eating, fingering, no aftercare
Sitting across from Sevika at the dinner table, there's been maybe a five to ten second pause between each and every glance you shoot her way. Your eyes will rise, settle for a moment on the delicious curve of her nose, then drop again, all while mentally telling yourself the idea is ridiculous and that she'd never think to agree to it.
It's only as you look up again that you see her watching you, her brows sitting low as she juts her chin at you. "What?"
"Nothing," you meekly mutter, your head falling.
Feeling her foot gently nudging yours, you glance up, hearing her say, "tell me,"
"It's nothing, it's stupid,"
"It can't be both, doll. What is it?"
In truth, the idea of grinding against her nose has been on your mind from the very first time she ate you out, your eyes utterly captivated by the way it pressed firm against your clit, her tongue several inches inside of you. You have tried on multiple occasions to slip yourself into just the right position, but it always ended in failure. It's the awkwardness of asking that's kept you from knowing what it would really feel like.
Pushing your food around your plate, you offer a weak shrug. Clearly unhappy by this, Sevika mutters something incoherent beneath her breath before quickly saying, "I can't help if you don't tell me what it is,"
"It's not—" You pause, unsure of how to continue. "There's nothing wrong, it's just an idea I had,"
"And you think it's stupid?"
"I think it's ridiculous," you respond, looking up at her. "I mean, there's no way you'd ever agree to it anyway so,"
Frowning at you, it's obvious by her expression alone that she doesn't intend to let it go so easily. "How can you say that when I don't even know what it is? For all you know, I might agree to it,"
"You won't,"
"Yeah?" She asks, offering an irritated tilt of her head. "Try me,"
"I—" You begin, stammering. "Well, I—"
Really, what do you have to lose?
"I want to grind on your nose," you say, so quietly that you're not even sure if she heard you.
It's her brief, surprised chuckle that tells you she did. "What?"
"I want..." Looking away, you softly mutter, "I want to grind on your nose,"
Silence. For a moment, you have to wonder if she's perhaps judging you, telling herself it's the most idiotic idea to ever come out of your mouth.
Then, offering a deep, heavy sigh, she stands from her chair, pushes her plate aside, and curls a finger at you. "Come here,"
You waste no time in standing, though you are admittedly a little shaky. In truth, you hadn't expected her to agree so easily, and so the dark look overtaking her steel grey eyes is more than enough invitation to draw you closer.
Reaching for your hip, a hand gently grips onto you, manoeuvring your body so that you're positioned against the table, your front to hers. She spends a moment like that, gently running a thumb across your hip, her eyes cast down over you. Then, without so much as a word, she strips down your bottom half, impatiently tugging clothes away until you stand half-dressed. You watch as she sinks, taking her place on her knees with both hands gently cupping the bare skin of your ass. As she exhales, you feel the warm spread of air fan out across you, creating tiny tingles yet to expand.
"Tell me something," she says, her eyelids hooded, "just how many ideas have you had? How many did you deem too ridiculous to share?"
Her voice is low, barely on the cusp of a whisper. As she speaks, there's a slight breathiness to her words, an audible swallow running down her throat. You watch as her lips part, your gaze fixated on the way her tongue dashes through them. It's only as she looks up that you think to speak.
"I think of something new each and every time I look at you,"
Her exhale is warm, long. It's as if years' worth of built-up stress is sinking, falling away from her shoulders with not one word following, telling her she must hold it for a singular moment longer. Comforted by lust, adorned in love, Sevika allows her head to fall, dipping in close enough for the curve of her nose to trace the already damp crease lining your unshaved pussy. Soft hairs brush against her skin, moved aside by the wet slip of her tongue. Ignoring your hole entirely, she pours all her adoring focus into your clit, her teeth just barely grazing along the too-sensitive hood.
Holding back a gasp, your hand moves to her shoulder, trailing up until every finger is tangled in short, dark hair. Digging your nails into her scalp, you draw her closer, silently wishing you had the confidence to beg.
Releasing your clit with a lewd pop, she feels to bare her teeth against you, as though it is truly such a challenge to part from your taste. She tilts her head up, settles the curve of her nose against you, and whispers a soft, "go for it,"
Your hips stutter, having not expected her to give in so suddenly. A frown tugs at your brows, soon followed by a sharp exhale as you push your body forward. Somewhat slick, it becomes easier and easier to glide along her, feeling the hard press of her cartilage as she moves closer. Both hands grip you so tight she's sure to leave indents in your skin, the dig of her nails so intoxicating you can't help but allow your head to weakly drop back.
"So eager," Sevika hums, pulling away for just long enough to flick her tongue across the wetness of your skin. As her nose finds home once more, she laughs against you. "So hungry,"
Your hips stagger, awkwardly rolling just enough to catch yourself on the rounded tip of her nose, breathless gasps escaping you upon every rise and fall. Though the feeling isn't as exciting as you once believed, the act in itself is so insatiably desperate that just picturing the way you look is enough to draw out a moan, your jaw heavy and slack. Were someone to walk in, see just how desperate you are to grind? You truly believe you could come at the thought.
"I— oh,"
Fully pressing herself into you, Sevika flattens her tongue against you, allowing your movements to gradually ease it inside. With every thrust, you feel her move deeper, the bridge of her nose hooked against your clit. With every eager sway of your hips, you can't help but shudder.
"We should do this more often," you breathlessly laugh, gasping as you stutter against her. "It— fuck— feels good,"
As she pulls away, she has the gall to ask, "just good?"
You squirm, your hand pressed into the back of her head. Going against your wishes, she pulls back, pushing all her weight into your palm.
"No, please don't do that," you softly whine. "Please, come back,"
Her grin is accompanied by a soft huff of amused air, her shoulders subtly jumping. "So polite," she says, her hungry eyes glancing from your pussy to your face then back again. "Eager, hungry, polite... you make it difficult to say no, you know that, baby?"
"I'd hope so," you mutter, wriggling.
She hums, the sound low and short. Then, as she stands, she hooks both hands behind your thighs, picks you up, and sets you firmly down on the table, planting both hands on either side of you. With her face within mere inches of yours, it's difficult not to notice the way her pupils expand, coming close to fully overtaking shimmering grey. Your eyes drop to her lips, taking in the uneven edges, the dark colour, the singular piercing settled beneath her bottom lip. Only as they slowly make their way back up do you pull her closer, your hands tightly tangled in her hair, wanting her, needing her to be closer. You ache to crawl within the frame of her body, tighten the cords of her being around you. To be one with her, it is your one and only goal.
"I think I'm obsessed with you," you murmur, frowning like the word just isn't strong enough. Feeling the way her hand begins to cup your bare pussy, you feel urged to whisper, "fixated,"
She says nothing, but it's almost like she doesn't need to. Entwined, you may as well be part of the same person, two pieces of one. As her fingers sink into you, encompassing your warmed flesh, you pull her close enough to kiss.
It's messy. Wet. Longing enough to draw you in, dangle you above need, your entire body overcome with shivers. It feels as though you must grip onto her, hold onto every piece of her. With every flick of her strong fingers, you sink further and further beneath an ocean of appetition, weak enough to fall against her.
"More," you whisper into her neck. "More, please, more,"
"Greedy," she mutters in your ear. "Always needing more than I give,"
"Uh-huh,"
"You want it deeper, too, baby?"
"Mhm,"
Turning her lips fully to you, hot air brushes against your skin. "Tell me properly. Use your words for me,"
"Deeper," you shakily murmur. "Please, go deeper,"
Her chuckle is an addiction, the sound taking the edge off of the world. She is the feeling of ease, the slow movement of understanding. What you want, she will give.
Urging her fingers deeper, she hooks herself against the sponge of your g-spot, quickly thrumming against it. Every hit has you jolting, both hands tightening in her hair. Words are all too quick to escape you, replaced by shocked gasps and cut-off whines. You are pitiful in her arms, needing nothing but to flood her, crave her, taste her. Just the idea of sucking on her engorged clit has you shuddering all over, icy bumps dusting your skin.
"Don't tell me you're close already," she amusedly huffs, slowing her fingers to gentle circular swipes.
"No—" You insist, though your body is quick to betray you. She can tell just by the trembling of your thighs, the sounds that escape your lips. You are within moments of crumbling beneath her touch.
"Don't lie to me, doll, I can feel you. You're fuckin' soaking,"
You know. You can hear it. The wet sloshing, the damp slap of fingers against your skin. She's forced to begin pumping in and out of you simply because she can't get a decent grip anymore. Her thumb continuously slips against your clitoris, eventually abandoning it in favour of fucking you deep. So wet she could slip her entire hand inside of you, you are forced to grip onto her as the dining table shakes, every thrust so strong the legs squeak.
"This pussy is mine, you hear me?" She mutters, her brows low with focus.
"Uh-huh,"
"Who's is it? Huh? Who's this belong to?"
"Fuck, V—"
Without a moment's warning, she stops, her fingers completely still inside of you. Jolting, you whine and gasp, wriggling and squirming on the table.
"Who's is it?" She repeats, her voice low.
"Yours," you breathlessly say.
Immediately throwing you back in, her fingers rapidly fuck in and out of you, come soaking her fingers. You're so wet you can feel the warmth dripping beneath your ass, causing you to slip across the table as she tugs you closer. Every thrust of her fingers is followed by a heavy, agitated grunt, the idea of grinding against her nose now a distant memory.
"Oh— oh—"
"You gonna come for me, baby? Huh?"
Frantically nodding, all you can think to do is grip at her, your hands finding anything they can to latch onto. Her hair, her arms, her shirt, anything and everything you can possibly touch is torn up beneath your nails, your head falling so far back it hurts. You're all too quick to give in to the feeling entirely, falling slack against the table as your feet settle beneath you. Pressing your toes into the table, you eagerly push your hips into the air, giving her the best access she can possibly get to your aching, soaking cunt.
"Please, please, please—"
Her heavy, laboured breathing is all you really need to come, but it doesn't go without the vision of her head between your legs. The idea of clenching your thighs around her, feeling the ghost of her warm tongue running up your slit... you were doomed to squirt before she even set you on this table.
Crying out, you are rendered breathless and tearful, the pleasure hitting you so strongly that it fully knocks the strength from your system. Every wave rushes through you, blood pumping so fiercely your heart is surely within moments of imploding. Heat is pooling, lust is flooding, and you can do nothing but lay here and take.
"That's it, baby," Sevika softly coaxes, riding you through the waves. "Fuck, you look so good like this,"
"I'm— it— oh my god—"
"Breathe," she quietly orders, slowly bringing her fingers to a gradual stop. "That's it."
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i know everyone pictures sevika as such a mean and sadistic lover but me personally i see her as one that can be incredibly sticky sweet and gentle. does she overstimulate you until your begging and babbling, body so throughly fucked out that you can barely think for yourself? of course! but i can't help but think of much of a difference there is in how she talks to you versus how she fucks you.
"i got you precious, just let it all out." "momma's here, not going anywhere." she'd say, kissing your temple softly as she pounds into you, metal arm wound protectively around your lower back while her flesh one holds your hips up. she'd have you folded over in half into something akin to a mating press with your legs damn near touching your ears, her much larger body covering you like a blanket as she thrusts into ur leaking cunt, ur nails painting her back in angry red scratches and bubbling cries of pleasure serving as more than enough to spur her on.
she'd whisper filthy promises of filling you up, groaning along with your whimpers when her hips meet the backs of your thighs, flat end of the dildo rocking against her clit, telling you how much of a good job you're doing for taking her so well, how pretty your swollen hole looks around her strap, how adorable and sweet you sound wailing her name and titles. and when your finally at the point where lay there with your mouth hung open, silently screaming, hoarsing your voice and cutting it up into stuttering bitten off whines, she'll pick up of the pace, slamming her cock into you hard enough to leave you paralyzed and breathless, toes curling and back arching by the endless waves of pleasure.
she'd call you gorgeous, beautiful, ethereal, hers, as she slides her flesh hand between your sticky thighs to finally flick at your clit for the first time of that night and bask in how raw you scream, watching you convulse and clench beneath her as you cum long and messily around her strap with a soothing hand in your hair and her lips peppering your skin in endless adorning kisses.
a/n: i've been meaning to finish this and post it but i could nvr get the words flowing so here it is :D
I’m glad you’re back!, hear me out: Sevika x reader non-stop squirting 🤤🤤
im glad too!!
squirting , strap , filthy filthy smut 😛
Sevika loves fucking you like this, your legs are resting on her each of her shoulders as her hand presses down on the visible bulge her strap is causing on your tummy. She’s fucking you sloppily, her silicone dick nudging deeper and deeper in you, bullying and battering your poor cervix.
She’s been at this for so long, you’ve lost track of time. All you’ve been doing since the start is gripping the sheets and cumming nonstop. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty for me,” she grunts, her voice is breathless as she slams her hips down making you cry out in pleasure. You’re so sore you can’t feel your legs anymore. “That’s it. Cum for me again. Do it,” she orders, not really giving you much of an option.
Your pussy walls spasm around her and before you can stop yourself, a gush of liquid splashes on her abs and the toy.
“Oh—” she smirks.
“Sev— I didn’t mean to—” you begin but she’s already shushing you with her hand, finger on your lips, then gently caressing your jaw.
“Shhh, pretty. Nothin’ to be embarrassed about. You just squirted.”
Your cheeks flame red. You’re glad you didn’t pee yourself but the concept of all this is so foreign, you’re still very embarrassed. Sevika, however, given her years of more experience than you doesn’t seem fazed at all. Instead, this only fuels her need to fuck you harder.
“Sevika, ohh…” you moan her name, voice cracking from the pleasure as you throw your head back. Your body can’t control itself. Your brain is mushed into a mess. You can’t think. You don’t know what’s happening. All you can register is the constant pumping of her dick in you.
And you love it so much, you’re squirting again. Messier than before.
Your body’s exhausted. You tap at her.
She pauses. “Tired?” You nod. She smiles and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “You did so well for me, babygirl.” You smile back and let yourself melt in her arms.
i love setting a rule like “you’re not allowed to cum till I say so” just to see exactly where your limit is. just to see how long you can actually endure it before you can’t obey me anymore, how long you can manage to be my good girl.
i can see the effort of you trying to keep it together. your fingers digging into the sheets as you try to fight your own body just to please me. but you’re so far gone you can’t control your body anymore. your entire body goes rigid, your hips moving upward. it’s beautiful. you’re simply too far gone to stop it. you cum without permission.
and instead of stopping to punish you, i do the exact opposite. i just lock my hands onto your hips, lean all my weight down and go harder and faster. i don't let you breathe or back away. fucking you right through the peak of it, overstimulating you while you're hyper sensitive and defenseless.
“look at you” I whisper watching your worried face. “such a bad girl” you can't even handle the sensation. tears are just slipping down as you try to stifle a scream into the pillows, your body twitching from how overwhelming the pleasure is. i just hold you down and keep the pace furious, exactly how you like it. you want to cum without permission? sure, then do it again. give it to me a few more times. i know you can do that for me.
cw: smut; sevika is helping reader to be vocal, silent reader (at first), vaginal fingering, oral sex, pillow talk, aftercare, gentle sevika
words: 3.2k
—Let me hear you.
That’s something Sevika noticed right from the beginning. How quiet you always got whenever things turned heated.
The stolen kisses in dark corners, the make-out sessions that ended with swollen lips and quick goodbyes.
You never made much of a sound. A sigh here, maybe the faintest whimper there, but never anything more.
She never said a word about it. Not when the furthest you’d ever gone was kissing.
But now you’re in her bedroom, lying on her sheets that smell faintly of smoke and steel, her heavy frame crowding you against the headboard, both in your underwear.
The two of you are kissing like you’ve been starving for it; messy, hungry, saliva shared between lips that can’t get enough.
Her hand is cupping your jaw, thumb dragging over your cheekbone, while her other slides down your side in a slow, claiming stroke.
You know exactly where it’s leading. So does she.
Her palm settles low at your waist, the weight of it making you shiver. She lingers there, waiting.
Waiting for something; your breath to hitch, a moan, a sound, even a word or a nod, anything that tells her you’re ready for more.
But she hears nothing.
Sevika pulls back just enough to search your face, breaking the kiss. Her lips are slick, her voice rough when she murmurs, “You okay?”
The question hits you like a splash of cold water, pulling you out of the haze of heat.
Your lashes flutter, eyes wide as you blink up at her, your cheeks burning red.
At first, your lips part, but no words come out at first. Just a rush of air you didn’t realize you’d been holding.
“Y-yeah,” you manage, cheeks hot, voice barely above a whisper as you nod slightly. “I’m okay.”
Her eyes soften, even with that dark heat burning in them.
She leans in, pressing her forehead against yours for a second, grounding you before her mouth brushes the corner of your lips.
“Good,” she rasps, her breath hot on your skin. “Then let me hear you.”
The words sink into you at the same time her hand dips lower, sliding beneath the waistband of your panties.
You gasp against her lips, and you’re glad Sevika swallows the sound with a hungry kiss, her metal arm now braced against the headboard while her other hand finds the heat between your thighs.
She’s careful, slow at first.
Fingers teasing along sensitive skin, circling without giving in too soon. Her mouth trails down to your neck, kissing rough and open-mouthed, like she’s been waiting forever to taste you here.
You tilt your head instinctively, granting her access, and her tongue flicks against your pulse point in a way that makes your stomach twist.
Her fingers slide lower, parting your lips with an ease that makes your thighs tense around her wrist. The wet sound of it fills the room, obscene in the quiet, but still, you don’t make a sound.
Instead, you’re biting your lip, holding back with every ragged, too-controlled breath. Each exhale is shaky, pulled through your nose, like you’re afraid of what might come out if you just let go.
Sevika notices. Of course she does.
Her hips roll against yours in slow, deliberate rhythm, teasing you with the press of her heat as her fingers circle exactly where you need her.
She wonders at your silence, at the way your body reacts so vividly while your voice refuses to follow.
For now, she doesn’t call it out. She lets her hand do the talking, coaxing, testing, pushing you closer; waiting to see how long you’ll hold it in.
But Sevika can feel it, clear as day.
The way your body is trembling against her, the heat soaking her fingers, the arch of your hips begging for more.
Yet your mouth stays stubbornly shut.
Every breath you take is caged, dragged too carefully through your nose.
Her lips keeps kissing your throat, teeth grazing over your jaw before she pulls back enough to look at you again. Her hand doesn’t stop moving; steady, relentless on your clit.
Her voice is low, roughened with hunger but edged with command when she murmurs, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
The question makes your breath stutter. You can only nod, biting down harder on your lip.
Not enough.
Sevika’s eyes narrow, her pace unfaltering as she presses her palm firmer against you, forcing another desperate jolt from your body.
“Use your words,” she says, husky and unyielding.
“I want to hear you.”
Shame burns hotter than your blush.
You’ve been taught to keep quiet your whole life, drilled into silence even when your body was screaming for release.
The thought of letting go, of letting Sevika hear how much she makes you unravel, twists something inside you, half fear, half desperate want.
“I…” your voice cracks, and you swallow, chest heaving.
Her fingers curl inside you and you gasp, the sound tearing out of you before you can stop it.
Sevika’s mouth curves into a slow, hungry smile as she catches it, as if she’s been waiting for that exact sound. Her lips crash back onto yours, her voice growling against your mouth, “That’s it. Don’t hide from me.”
And with her fingers working you open, her hips pressing insistently against you, there’s no room left for silence.
But you can’t help it. You keep your mouth shut.
Your body gives her everything it can.
Your shaking thighs clamped around her hips, the heat dripping down her fingers, the way you arch and writhe under every stroke.
But your voice… it’s still trapped. Locked away behind bitten lips and shallow breaths. The tiny, strangled gasps that escape you are so restrained it almost hurts her to hear them.
Sevika realizes pretty fast while you have sex. It’s not shyness. Not inexperience either, even if just slightly a part of it.
It’s something carved into you, something you’ve probably been taught, and it runs too deep to be undone in one night.
It’s not something she can tease about. Not something she can use to be mean or cruel and make you drip even more for her.
So she doesn’t push.
Instead, she presses her lips to your temple, murmuring low praise between kisses to your skin.
“That’s it. You’re doing so good for me.” “fuck, you feel incredible.” “let me take care of you, baby.” Her voice rumbles through your bones, grounding you as she keeps her movements steady and sure, carrying you to the edge until your silence finally shatters and she does too.
Not with words or sounds for your part,but with the way your whole body seizes, clinging to her as release rips through you.
She holds you, strong and unshakable, recovering from her own high. Only then does she ease her touch, kissing you soft and slow, letting you breathe.
Later, when you’re curled against her chest, her flesh arm wrapped around you and your face tucked into the crook of her neck, the thought lingers.
She strokes absent circles into your back, quiet in the afterglow.
She wants to ask. Wants to know why you hold yourself back, why you seem afraid of letting her hear you even though she wants to hear you.
But she knows this isn’t the moment to pry. Not when you’re so vulnerable in her arms, clinging to her warmth like she’s the only solid thing in the world.
So she kisses the top of your head, pulling you closer. For now, she thinks, she’ll just hold you.
But in the back of her mind, she’s wondering how she’ll bring it up later; how she’ll make sure you understand, that with her, you never have to be silent.
For a while, she lets it be. Lets you both rest, lets the haze of the night dissolve into ordinary days filled with cigarettes by the window, quiet breakfasts, and evenings where you both sprawl across her couch like you belong there.
It’s domestic, casual. Something a bit too unfamiliar to her but she’s starting to love the idea.
It’s on one of those lazy afternoons, when the sun is spilling soft light across her apartment, that Sevika decides it’s maybe time to talk about it.
You’re straddling her thighs, facing her, half-distracted as you play with the chain around her neck while the two of you talk about nothing really important.
She’s got her hands heavy on your hips, tracing absent lines into your skin.
You’re laughing at something dumb she just said about a coworker when her thumb stills against you.
“Hey,” she starts, and her voice is rougher, more deliberate than before. You look up at her, curious, blinking those eyes she can never look away from.
She shifts under you, her jaw working like she’s chewing on the words before she spits them out. “Can I ask you something? …About sex.”
The word makes you freeze just slightly, shoulders tensing even though you try to hide it. Your gaze flickers down, but you nod anyway, laughing softly, awkwardly. “…Yeah. What about it?”
She doesn’t miss the stiffness, the way your voice tilts just enough to betray you.
She shifts her hands to your waist, grounding you against her chest, her eyes holding yours steady. “The other night,” she says, low and careful, “You were quiet. Like holding back.”
Your fingers twisting her chain absently as she waits, Sevika, not exactly known for being delicate with words, clears her throat and tries again.
“Maybe…” She smirks a little, but it’s self-deprecating, almost awkward. “I’m just used to loud girls.” She shrugs, big shoulders shifting under your hands. “Not to flatter myself or anything.”
You blink at her, startled, before your lips twitch in a smile. She sounds like she’s joking, but she’s so bad at it. The dry way she says it, like she’s honestly just tossing the thought out there, that it makes something soft and embarrassed bloom in your chest.
Sevika catches the way you duck your head, cheeks warm, and her brow furrows. “Hey. I wasn’t—” she starts, but you’re still fidgeting, rolling her chain between your fingers like you’re trying to find courage in the cool metal.
“It’s okay, it’s not that,” you whisper, shaking your head.
“I’m not… It’s just…” Your throat tightens, and you have to look down, focusing on the line of her collarbone instead of her eyes. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever been with.”
Sevika nods once, steady, no judgment in it. She knew that already, you’d talked about it, but she can tell this is leading somewhere heavier.
She keeps quiet, giving you room.
Your voice falters, soft and ashamed. “Well, before you… the men I’ve been with weren’t really… good. I mean… ah, it’s embarrassing”
You laugh in embarrassment, almost self deprecating, before saying, “They always told me to be quiet. I just… couldn’t make a sound.”
You keep your eyes on her chain like it might anchor you. “I’m just… ashamed,” you admit finally, the word thick on your tongue. “I tried, last time, when you told me you wanted to hear me. I wanted to. But it’s impossible now. It’s like—” You stop, take a shaky breath. “the first time I’ve ever been allowed to make a sound without… being scolded for it.”
Sevika’s jaw tightens, but she doesn’t interrupt. She just strokes her thumb over your waist, waiting.
Your voice lowers, as if the memory itself might overhear. “Last time I did, with my ex, he just… stopped. Got mad. Sulked like a child. Made me feel stupid for it. And it stuck.”
The confession hangs heavy between you, shame curling through your chest as your cheeks burn hotter.
Then you glance up at her, eyes glinting with a teasing defiance, even if it’s soft. “But I left him. Don’t look at me like that.”
Her brows had been furrowed deep, a storm brewing behind her eyes, but your little tease loosens them. A slow breath escapes her, and the sharp line of her shoulders eases.
Sevika shakes her head, mouth twitching into something not quite a smile, not quite a scowl. “Good,” she mutters, blunt as ever. Her flesh hand squeezes the flesh of your waist, grounding. “Because he was a fucking idiot.”
She tilts her head, meeting your gaze, voice low and steady. “I’m bad at this, but you don’t have to be quiet with me. But if it’s hard for you, then don’t force it, yeah? No shame. No bullshit rules some fuckers left in your head. Just you and me.”
The words taste strange in her mouth, too raw, too earnest. Sevika isn’t used to talking like this, her jaw flexes as if she wants to grit her teeth around the cheesiness of it.
But she means every word, and it shows in the steady weight of her hand on your waist, in the way she doesn’t look away.
You blink at her, then let out a soft laugh. Not mocking, not dismissive. Just… lighter. Relieved. The sound makes her shoulders relax a fraction.
“God,” you murmur, cheeks still burning as you finally meet her eyes. “You sound so serious.”
“I am,” she says, blunt, like it’s the only answer.
Your smile grows just a little, shy but warm. You lean closer into her, resting your forehead against hers. “Yeah, okay,” you whisper. “As long as you’re patient enough.”
A low huff of air leaves her, half a scoff, half a laugh, but her arm wraps tighter around you, pulling you closer on her lap. “Yeah,” she mutters, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I can be patient.”
And she means it. For you, she can be.
And just like that, one day, you barely manage to tug Sevika’s shirt over her head, her dark hair falling loose above her shoulders, when your own pants hit the floor.
The rush of it all makes you dizzy. Her hands everywhere, her mouth hot and demanding against yours.
Then suddenly, with a rough efficiency that makes your head spin, Sevika’s dragging your panties down your thighs and tossing them aside.
You don’t even have time to protest, to catch your breath, before her grip is on your knees, broad palms spreading you wide, pressing them up on her shoulders like you weigh nothing.
“Sev—!” Your voice breaks on her name, shock and heat flooding your cheeks.
She glances up at you through heavy lids, lips already curved with hunger, her expression dark and unrelenting. “Relax,” she rasps, her voice gravel and smoke. “I’ve been wanting this for too long.”
And then her mouth is on you; no warning, no hesitation, just the wet slide of her tongue and the crushing grip of her hands pinning your legs on her shoulders, holding you there while she devours you like she’s been starving.
The first drag of her tongue has your back arching clean off the mattress.
It’s not tentative, not careful.
Sevika licks into you like she’s been waiting her whole life for the taste, groaning low against your skin as if she’s the one being fed.
You clutch at the sheets, your breath catching sharp in your chest. And then the sounds start slipping out, broken little gasps, ragged breaths that tear free before you can even think to stop them.
It’s overwhelming. Too much. Too new.
Her mouth is everywhere at once, her tongue relentless, her lips wrapping around your clit and sucking hard enough to make your vision spark. The sheer intensity of it short-circuits your brain, burns through every rule you ever followed about staying quiet.
You don’t even realize you’re being louder than you’ve ever been, your gasps and whimpers spilling out raw, unfiltered, desperate. Each time Sevika groans into you, it vibrates straight through your body, pulling another helpless sound from your throat.
Your thighs try to close around her head, but her grip is iron, holding your knees pinned to her shoulders like she’s got no intention of letting you escape.
The sight alone of her shoulders broad and solid between your legs, her face buried deep in you; is enough to make you cry out, breathless and undone.
“Ah, Sevika—” It bursts out of you without thought, your voice high and trembling.
The second you hear yourself, your whole body locks.
Your eyes fly wide, panic flooding in. If it weren’t for Sevika’s hands braced like steel over your thighs, you’d have snapped your knees shut on instinct, crushing her head between them just to stop yourself from being heard again.
Your chest heaves, shame choking the edges of your high, and you stare down at her with your lips parted, already fumbling for an apology. “I—I didn’t mean—”
But then you see her.
Sevika’s eyes are locked on yours, burning dark with hunger. Her mouth is wet, glistening even, chin slick with your juice, and when her tongue drags slowly across her lower lip, her smirk is nothing but feral.
The sight knocks the words right out of your mouth. Your apology dies in your throat, replaced by a helpless shudder.
Sevika squeezes your thighs, her grip unrelenting, and tilts her head just enough to rasp against your skin, voice low and wrecked, “Better like this, uh.”
And before you can even think, she’s back on you.
Her smirk pressed into your flesh, her tongue sliding deep again, as if your voice has only made her hungrier.
Her tongue works you with unrelenting precision, every stroke calculated to tear more out of you. And it does. You gasp, broken and unrestrained, each sound tumbling past your lips without thought.
The realization lingers; you’re making noise, something you swore you couldn’t do.
But it’s forgotten faster than you ever imagined as pleasure coils low and tight in your gut.
You clutch at the sheets, your thighs trembling against her grip, the world narrowing to nothing but her mouth on you, her hands holding you open, her growl vibrating against your most sensitive flesh.
Your gasps turn quicker, sharper, spilling out one after the other as the pressure builds.
Not loud this time; not the sudden shout of her name, but free, natural, desperate little cries that you couldn’t stop if you tried.
And when it finally snaps, when that wave rips through you, the sound that leaves your throat is raw and unfiltered, a breathless, quivering release that makes your whole body shudder.
Sevika doesn’t let go, not until she’s dragged every last tremor out of you, not until your free, gasping cries fade into ragged breaths.
Only then does she ease her grip, pressing your legs gently down, kissing the inside of your thigh with her mouth still glistening, her smirk dark and satisfied.
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8.5 inches with only your own wetness to be used as lube. She pushed herself deeper inside and massaged tiny circles onto your hips with both hands. “That’s my good girl, you take me so well, baby.”
You’re a shaky, breathless mess under her. Your pussy had never stretched this much before. You weren’t a virgin—no—but Sevika was easily bigger than anyone else you have had sex with.
“I’m bigger, aren’t I?” She asked, voice smug but also loving, she revelled and found satisfaction in knowing she was the one stretching you out like this. “I’m gonna make sure you’re so used to my dick, you never wanna have sex with anybody else. Ever.” She said with a grunt and slammed herself deeper.
You cried out in pleasure. “Yes, yes! Please, mark me.” As she started pumping her strap in you. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands reaching out to cup Sevika’s breasts, playing with the soft mounds as she ruined your hole.
Every thrust inside made you stretch beyond imagination, it burnt, it stung, but you didn’t want it any other way.
The low light of Sevika’s apartment flickers across her scarred skin as she leans back against the worn couch. Her mechanical arm rests heavy on your hip while her flesh hand grips your thigh, holding you down.
You are straddling her lap, thighs spread wide, her thick strap buried inside you. The stretch is delicious and overwhelming. Every tiny shift makes you clench around the fat silicone cock, but Sevika keeps you pinned still.
“Stay right there,” she murmurs, voice low and smoky. She takes a slow drag from her cigar, eyes half-lidded as she watches you. “Just sit still for me.”
You whimper softly, trying not to rock your hips. The fullness has you dripping down her strap, slick coating her thighs.
Sevika’s mechanical fingers trace lazy circles on your skin, the cool metal a sharp contrast to how hot and full you feel.
“Look at you,” she says with a dark smirk, squeezing your ass. “Sitting so pretty on my cock. Clenching like you want me to fuck you stupid.”
You bite your lip, breathing shaky. The urge to move is torture. Sevika leans in, lips brushing your ear as she gives one small, teasing thrust upward.
“Not yet,” she whispers, voice rough. “You are going to sit on it until I say otherwise.” she chuckles softly. “Let that pretty pussy throb around every inch.”
She leans back again, cigar between her fingers, looking far too pleased with herself as she watches you.
