── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you just got your nails done, and they want to know how they look. you were about to send a simple picture, but you had a better idea. 🎀 ̟
you were lying face down on your bed, propped up on your elbows, gazing at your freshly manicured nails with a gleam of satisfaction in your eyes, admiring the perfectly attended details of the manicure.
after the brief period of admiration, you picked up your phone, which was on the bed right in front of you, and checked your social media.
while scrolling through your timeline, one post in particular caught your attention. coincidentally, it was a post about nails, but in a very different way.
it was an explicit video, a woman’s slender hands were on her right breast, which the tight bra barely concealed. she pressed the hard nipple through the fabric and rolled it between her fingers with long, newly decorated nails. New nails! the caption read.
you stared at the screen for a few seconds, somewhat surprised by the daring post. but… you had to admit: it was an interesting idea.
as you read the comments, the vibration of the device in your hands drew your attention to the notification bar.
it was from the group you created a while ago to talk to your three women. earlier, you sent them a message letting them know you were at the manicure and would be back around seven in the evening. now, at seven twenty, they sent a few messages: ambessa wanting to know if you had arrived, grayson asking if you were okay, and sevika asking you to show your nails.
you smiled fondly at the messages, turning to sit on the bed.
however, the moment you opened the rear camera and positioned it to take a picture of your nails, you stopped.
a lightbulb went off above your head. what if…?
you bit your lower lip lightly, dragging yourself to adjust pillows on the headboard, leaning your back against them, settling comfortably.
with a few quick clicks, you opened the gallery and swiped to a specific folder, one where you kept sex videos you made with them. nothing professional, but with very good angles and perfect audio.
you clicked on the first one your thumb reached, one of sevika eating your pussy, recorded by grayson, while ambessa’s voice in the background gave orders and encouragement to you and sevika.
your free hand slid to your breasts covered by the light dress you were wearing; you squeezed them, feeling your breath already a little heavy.
in the video, sevika sucked your clitoris with a little more force, making you moan louder and try to close your legs, but both were effortlessly held by ambessa and grayson, each on one side.
you moaned softly, opened your legs, and pulled the dress up until it gathered at your waist, giving you room to work.
your hand quickly reached for your panties, which you pulled off with the help of your legs, unable to take your eyes off the video.
free from any interruptions, you leaned back against the pillows and brought your free hand to your warm pussy, sighing slightly tremulously as you felt your wet core. you collected on your fingers and spread it over your lips and clit, moving your hips slightly as the excitement grew with each passing second.
god, how you wanted them there now.
ambessa’s firm, warm voice, the loud, obscene sounds sevika’s sucking and fingers made on you, grayson’s husky compliments from behind the camera… if you didn’t stop, you were going to come too soon.
you quickly left the gallery and opened the front camera, putting your idea into action.
you positioned your phone so that the video perfectly framed your glistening, leaking pussy thanks to them, and soon your fingers were there too.
your fingers rubbed quick circles around your clit, and now you let the whimpers and moans escape freely, as well as the sighed curses.
then, you inserted your middle and ring fingers into your hole, pushing them in as far as you could, and quickly began to thrust yourself. your moans grew louder, and you called out their names at the same time, increasing the speed and intensity as you did so; your fingers went all the way in and out almost completely, maintaining the rhythm.
“oh, god—ah… hmmm, fuck, fuck!”
with your climax approaching, you closed your eyes tightly and your hips moved along with your fingers, going in and out at the same time.
maintaining the rhythm, you used your thumb to rub your clit, moaning breathlessly. the phone in your other hand trembled, but the framing remained spectacular.
you came seconds later, moaning loudly. your legs trembled and closed around your own hand, but you continued to move your fingers inside, prolonging your pleasure as much as possible.
with heavy, loud breaths, audible on video, you spread your trembling legs before the camera, exposing your soaked pussy contracting around your fingers still buried in your core.
a low hiss escaped you as you slowly withdrew your fingers. a sticky thread of your fluids connecting your fingers to your pussy.
you circled your clitoris gently one last time, and let your hand rest there, catching your breath. the camera zoomed in and you moved your fingers to align them together above your pussy, showing your decorated nails — sticky and shiny — as if nothing had happened.
you ended the video with a long sigh, bringing your hand close to your face to observe.
a low giggle escaped you as you saw your two wrinkled fingers covered in your fluids. you brought them to your mouth and sucked on them, moaning softly at the taste and the obscene gesture itself, even though no one was there to see.
with your other hand, you brought your phone closer to your face and wrote a caption to accompany the video in the message, and then finally pressed the send button.
you smiled satisfied and dropped your phone on the bed with a sense of accomplishment, not bothering to check the replies until you cleaned yourself and went to the kitchen to get something to eat.
The honor of being chosen to host the meeting was immense. You had made quite the name for yourself as a Zaunite in Piltover as the city's most desired escort. A representative from Zaun was coming, a name you knew well, Sevika. You didn't know the reason for the meeting, just that you were entertaining her and the other two representatives, Grayson and Ambessa Medarda. The Medardas were a name known throughout the world, although they weren't based in Piltover. In fact, they didn't seem to have much to do with the city at all.
"Milday, they're waiting." The voice on the other side was quick and quiet, just like the three knocks it followed. A handful of girls had come to work for you, and that sounded like one of the newer ones. You understood the timidness surrounding today. In fact, you weren't too sure how to go about any of this yourself. It was all uncharted territory, and yet, you knew that all you were doing was going in there and "entertaining" these women like you did every other day.
"Thank you darling." You made yourself look as big as you wished to feel. You couldn't walk in there like a little mouse, these women deserved to see the version of you that was whispered about in the dim lit halls of private parties. They deserved the lioness, and if they wanted to see you small, they could break you themselves.
A rush of excitement and arousal hit you as the thought of being broken between the three women popped into your head. You knew Sevika well enough to know that she could break you all on her own. She had done it before, not since you moved topside, but still. Ambessa was a legendary warrior, a woman feared in every corner of the world, and you assumed the corners of your mind would be no different. Grayson was the only one you knew to count on to hold them back. She pitied you, pitied every woman in your line of work as if they were always forced. You liked your job, and you only wish she was generally more willing to come see you.
"Ladies, I take it that Piltover has been treating you well," you said as you slipped into the room. You moved somewhat like a shadow, and their eyes didn't leave you once you caught their gazes. Sevika looked at you with an almost desperate hunger, as if she had been waiting for this since you left Babette's. In a way, you were sure that she had. You were arguably her favorite, the only one she's ask for by name at least.
"It would have been better with you here," Sevika said as she boldly reached towards you. You let her tug you into her lap, just like she let you steal a sip of her drink. It wasn't quite the same bitter slop they had down in Zaun, but it was as close to it as you could find topside. You bit back a grimace as Sevika's fingers settled on a little patch of skin by your hip. "Everything went well, there's a truce of sorts right now."
"I like the sound of that. Have you signed off on it? I'd hate to interrupt such serious business with mindless pleasure." You looked between the three women, noting the somewhat smug expressions they all wore. You had to have been a point of conversation, especially with the way Ambessa glared at Sevika holding you.
"We were hoping that you'd be the final part of the agreement. A "sealing kiss" of sorts," Ambessa suggested. You knew that your agreement wasn't an issue. If you hadn't wanted all three of them here, your invitation would have been extended to only one of them. Instead, you had all three of them seated in your most lavish room available. This was a grand show, one that would stay in the minds of each of you for years to come.
"Sevika was very vocal about how good at your job you are," Grayson said. Her cheeks flushed at the mention of Sevika talking you up. She had come in on business enough times to know that you were more than good at your job. You wondered if Grayson had ever thought of just taking you for herself one night. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that you would have let her.
"Well thank you." You leaned down slowly and pressed a kiss to Sevika's lips. Your attempt at being gentle was unsurprisingly shut down immediately as Sevika pulled you in deeper. The press of her lips was rough, just like the bite of cigars and alcohol.
Your mind was quickly clouded as Sevika took over all of your senses. The taste of her was strong enough on its own, and a little part of you could almost taste her cologne too. It wasn't subtle, but you knew that the smell had to be strong to mask the pollution. Sevika had been using the same spray for years, something woody an gently musky that she casually picked off the streets. You leaned forward, completely submitting yourself to Sevika's embrace as she pulled back from the kiss.
Sevika let you keep kissing her, gentle presses of your lips against her neck and jaw. Grayson and Ambessa both shifted forward in their seats. Their eyes were glued to you and Sevika with intent. You were shocked by Ambessa's patience, and Grayson's apparent lack thereof as the sheriff closed the distance. She pulled your body between her own and Sevika's.
Grayson's front was pressed against your back and her hands snaked around to grab your waist. Sevika let her pull you away, if only to get you out of your clothes. The two of them did not take their time with you after that. Grayson's hands spread your thighs open as Sevika leaned in to take your breast into her mouth. Ambessa didn't sit back either, moving in to capture your lips in a bruising kiss that had rivaled Sevika's.
You licked into Ambessa's mouth when she deepened the kiss, an action which you were heavily rewarded for. You weren't exactly sure whose hand cupped your cunt, fingers pressing delicate circles around your entrance as another hand moved to cover your clit. Sevika's teeth scraped across your nipple just as you felt fingers pinch your clit. You jumped at the sensation, unable to hold in the little squeak of a moan they worked to pull from you. Behind you, Grayson chuckled at the noise.
Her amusement took you by surprise. The woman you had hoped would hold back for your sake seemed to take the most pleasure in watching you squirm. She seemed content to sit back for the most part, but her touch was deliberate. Everything had a purpose, and you wouldn't dare admit it, but it worked. She had taken the most sensitive part of your body as her own personal toy while Ambessa watched you stretch around her fingers and Sevika left mark after mark on your skin.
"You're so wet, I could mistake you for a virgin," Ambessa teased. You glanced down to see her fingers sliding in and out of you. They were wet, and as Grayson dragged her fingers over your clit roughly, you gushed a little harder around them. "If only I didn't have nearly my whole hand inside of you without a fight."
"I'm sure if you asked nicely, she'd let you," Grayson teased. You felt her other hand wrap around your throat. You looked back at her over your shoulder just in time for her to kiss you again. The press of her lips was gentle against yours in a way that made your head spin. Her fingers were still moving roughly against your clit, but she kissed you like she loved you.
"C'mere," Sevika grumbled as she grabbed onto the back of your head. She held you in place with her mechanical arm as she slipped two fingers inside of your mouth. You had to act fast as to not be gagged as she started to fuck your mouth with her fingers. Her pace matched Ambessa's, and you knew that you'd be bruised all over by the end of the night. "That's right, let them see exactly what that pretty little mouth is good for."
Sevika expected you to glower at her, not for you to grind down against Grayson and Ambessa's hands. The woman in front of you looked impressed as you pushed yourself to your first orgasm for the three of them. Even as your muscles tensed, you didn't stop sucking on Sevika's fingers. Ambessa's fingers pulled out of you with a little gush of cum before Sevika pulled you into a different position.
You quickly found yourself on your hands and knees, spread open and soaked in front of Grayson. Sevika kept her fingers in your mouth as Grayson came in for the first taste of you. The seconds they gave you to recover weren't nearly enough, but you couldn't help from pushing back against Grayson's tongue.
"Fuck, you're so greedy," Ambessa swore as she watched you move without missing a beat. Sevika's fingers muffled your moans, but Grayson still seemed to try her damnedest to make you scream. Grayson's fingers replaced her tongue in its assault between your legs. She moved fast and rough, fingers just a bit thicker than Ambessa's. You were becoming sensitive faster than you thought you would, but Grayson showed no sign of slowing down.
"What happened? I thought you could take more than this. She's barely touching you and you're choking on my fingers, pathetic," Sevika scoffed. You had never been one to accept being talked down to, but her words sent a rush of heat through your body. They had been degrading you since they got you out of your clothes, and you loved it. "Jesus Christ, did you forget how to breathe?"
"All you have to do is tap out and we'll leave you be," Grayson offered. There was a hint of worry in her voice, masked well by an air of condescension. A little burst of fury rose up in you, but died as quickly as it rose when Ambessa's hand came down to smack your ass. "I don't know if she can handle having another hole filled."
"Who are we to deny her the chance to try?" Ambessa's question went unanswered. Nobody seemed to care as you squirmed pathetically. Your body gave out, but Grayson and Sevika supported you front their positions. Ambessa's fingers pressed against your asshole, pushing in just enough to feel the way your body fought with itself. You were tight, clenching absolutely everywhere as another orgasm forced its way through you. "Pathetic. I should be offended."
Ambessa's words filled you with a deep shame, one that only intensified after she left. Grayson pushed you off of her lap, but didn't walk off in the same manner as Ambessa. She waited for a moment, as if to make sure that Sevika wouldn't leave you there for someone else to find. Grayson kept her head down as she rushed out of the room, as if she felt the same shame that had clawed its way up from the pits of your stomach.
A surprisingly soft touch pulled your gaze away from the door as Sevika pulled your head into her lap. She dragged her nails over your scalp gently, scratching soothingly. You weren't sure what washed over you, but the tears that had been threatening to spill finally fell as you reached back to grab Sevika's hand. "Shh, I won't go anywhere for a while unless you want to be alone."
"No, please don't go." You hated how small you sounded, but Sevika didn't recoil. The woman you remembered would have left with Ambessa, maybe even before that. Something had changed, maybe in Sevika or Zaun itself. Maybe she was just tired. All you knew for sure was that in the moment, you appreciated the sliver of care she offered.
sevika's pussy? Baby, that shit is lethal.
You know it’s got that deep, rich melanin glow, dark brown, almost purple-black in the right light, especially when she’s wet. Smooth lips, plump, proud, the kind you know has seen war and survived.
she doesn't shave much, just trims it, keeps a neat lil dark happy trail that goes up to her abs. Her inner lips are thicker, more pronounced, meaty and plush, and when she spreads them, they glisten. You can see that dark, glistening rose color peeking out, almost wine-dark when she's aroused.
Her clit? Pierced. A single silver barbell that catches the light and your breath. It’s not just sensitive, it’s reactive. You so much as breathe on it, she bucks.
And the taste? Metallic sweat, leather, and danger.
The kind of pussy that takes, doesn’t just receive. You eat it, you worship it, and still she’ll grab you by the hair and ride your face like it’s hers.
And let’s be real,she cums hard. Like body-shuddering, hips grinding, holding-your-neck-down-while-she-rides-it-out kind of cum. She grunts through it, too. Deep. Throaty. Half-growling your name.
• pretty in pink* - farmer!sevika x rich!bimbo!reader
• prey* - priest!sevika x semi-religious!reader
• queens* - queen!sevika x princess!reader
ii. headcannons/drabbles
• sevika pavloving you*
• sevika throat training you*
• sub!top!sevika*
iii. series
mess around • part one* • part two* • part three* • part four • part five*
rancher!sevika x married!house-wife!reader
- it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing
m'lady • introduction • part one • part two
knight!sevika x queen!reader
- your sister was in need of something, anything to reel her in, and a handsome new knight was just the one for the job.
synopsis: after you lose your final strike, your parents all but banish you to their old friend's farm, and well, as much as you hate it, the woman happens to be obscenely attractive
pairing: rich!bimbo!reader x farmer! sevika
warnings: younger!reader (twenties, sevika is thirties/forties), mean!sevika, pussy eating, backshots, fingering, orgasm denial, domestic kink, breeding kink, free use mentioned, dirty talk, pet names, fucking in front of a mirror, breath play, oral fixation, spanking + counting spanks, degradation, stomach bulge, squirting strap, strap referred to as cock/dick
wc: 4.8k
a/n: lots of quick notes! this fic is very much based on this post by @polkadotzzzz !!! and per usual, so many thanks to my dearest @sevsgiirl for helping me out with this one 🩷
It was only one party.
Your best friend, Jinx, invited you, and it was a well known fact that Jinx knew the best parties, with the best drugs and the best drinks. So of course you couldn’t turn her down, and thank god you didn’t. The party was packed, and the drinks and drugs were more than anything you had ever dreamt of.
That being said, when a picture of you snorting a line circled all of the tabloids, it was easy to say that your parents wanted your head on a stick. Your parents were notorious in town, seeing as they were the wealthiest. Somehow, their money got them top spots in every celebrity gossip magazine, and you were in no way except from it.
The idea was ridiculous. You were an adult, standing tall in your twenties, and it wasn’t anyone’s right (especially your parents) to tell you how to live your life. If you wanted to snort coke at a party with fifty of your closest friends, then you were going to. No magazine was going to stop you.
That was how you landed here, on the front porch of a woman that you didn’t even know the name of. Your parents stood in front of you as you waited for her to answer the door, and when she finally did, you hardly bothered looking up from your phone. This wasn’t going to last long, you were sure of it. Your parents wanted you to live on a farm, tending to animals like some kind of slob. They claimed it would “get you in line”, as if your life meant that much to them.
You had several men behind you, shuffling in your number of suitcases as your parents hugged the woman before you and made efforts to catch up. For someone they claimed to have known for so long, you had never heard of the woman, and when you looked up and finally got a good look at her, you only remembered her face from one meager photo on the wall.
She was tall, taller than your father even, and she was packed with pure muscle. The woman was truly intimidating, but you attempted to shrug it off. Maybe you could offer her money in return for not making you work with anything dirty.
“Sevika, we are so grateful for you,” your mother spoke softly, taking her hand and patting it like she was doing some innumerable service to them. “This is our daughter, I don’t think you’ve ever met her,” you stepped forward, still scrolling on your phone as you popped a large bubble of gum. Your mother wacked your arm and you rolled your eyes, turning off your phone.
“‘m Sevika,” she reached a hand out and you looked at it for a moment, noticing every speck of dirt that graced her palm. “Y’r daddy says you’re in need of someone to set you straight, sound about right?” Your dad chuckled and you sighed.
“That’s not exactly how I’d phrase it, pretty sure I’m just living my life as an adult,” you side-eyed him with a glare. “And regardless, none of this is any of your business.” You huffed. To you, it truly wasn’t anyone’s. Your parents' public image didn’t matter to you, you didn’t want any part in it.
Sevika hummed, turning to your dad. “Don’t you worry, boss. I’ll get ‘er in line. Thanks for stoppin’ by, ‘m sure you’ve got a lot to get to.” With a long bunch of final goodbyes, your parents were gone, and you were left alone with a stranger. The idea pissed you off - your parents were tired of dealing with you, and instead of wiping that picture off of the internet, they decided to dump you on a random woman.
“So what exactly will I be doing here?” You said, twirling a piece of hair around your finger as you popped another bubble. “I won’t have to like… clean up animal shit, right? I just got a manicure and I didn’t pay two hundred dollars just to ruin my hands, y’know?” Sevika rolled her eyes.
“You’re gon’ do what I tell you to do. That’s the point of this lil’ apprenticeship. Your bedroom is upstairs on the right. We wake at five, feed the animals, eat, and spend the rest of the day outside.” Your jaw dropped, eyebrows knitting. Sevika could see the piece of gum chewed into your teeth.
“Five in the morning? Why on earth would I get up that early?” You scoffed, pulling your phone out again. You could hardly wait to tell Jinx about this, but halfway through your message, your phone was being snatched from your hands.
“Jus’ because your father let you get away with being a brat don’t mean that I will. This,” she waved your phone around, “is mine now. For the rest of the summer, you work for me, and you work when I work, y’hear me?” You almost wanted to laugh at her. Yeah, this definitely wasn’t going to work.
“Whatever you say, boss,” you popped yet another bubble in her face this time, mocking the title she used for your dad mere minutes ago. “Do you have people who can like, take these up for me?” You looked over at your bags and she laughed at you.
“It don’t work like that out here, darlin. You carry your own things up. Since y’r new, I’ll take one for y’a. But only one.” You groaned, grabbing one of the suitcases as she did and following her upstairs. Compared to your bedroom at home, this room was like a closet. She dropped the luggage on the floor as if it wasn’t a ten thousand dollar handmade pink set.
“Well, where I’m from, we don’t throw expensive things on the ground like animals,” you shot, picking up the suitcase. “This is so not going to work out.” Sevika rolled her eyes, disappearing down the hall for the evening. Thank god you finally got a break from her.
The next morning was like hell. She woke you up bright and early, just like she said she would, and tossed you a disgusting pair of overalls that she instructed you to put on. Not only was the outfit ugly, but she also gave you no time to do your hair and makeup before she was yelling at you to get out the door.
“I’m not touching that,” you pulled your hands back as she handed you a bucket full of god knows what. “That’s disgusting, I already told you-”
“You ain’t breakin’ a nail, I get it. Suck it up and go feed the pigs. It ain’t gonna kill y’a.” You rolled your eyes, still not taking the bucket from her hands.
“No.” Her jaw tightened, and her angry gaze fell upon you. You noticed, then, that her eyes were grey, and they shined. If you didn’t hate her guts already, you would obviously coin that they were gorgeous, like the rest of her. But you hated her guts.
“Listen here, you brat,” her accent got thicker. “I’m not any happier about this than you are. But we’re here, and my job is to set you straight. So man up and go feed the pigs.” You glared, but took the bucket regardless. She rolled her eyes as you stormed off, the heavy bucket weighing you down.
You had to admit, the pigs were quite cute, especially the small ones. But that didn’t outweigh the muck on your hands, or the fact that this jackass woman insisted that you were a brat.
-
Two weeks of absolute torture had gone by. There was no way in hell that you would keep this up, not for the whole summer. You couldn’t even get through a month, let alone four. Not to mention the woman hadn’t even hinted at the idea of giving you a break. You didn’t go out for dinner, didn’t take days off, didn’t go to clubs. It was the worst possible life of a rich city girl.
Sevika was a terrible boss. She was mean and strict and she hated everything about you, you were sure of it. However, the woman was undeniably attractive, in a terrible way. She was mean to you and it made your knees weak, she called you a brat and you thought about her taking the brat out of you. I mean, look at those arms. She could take you whenever and wherever she wanted.
You were sure, though, that this was simply because you hadn’t had sex in three weeks.
“Sev,” you wandered downstairs, crop top and shorts clinging to your body like it was life support. She was on the couch, reading the newspaper in her reading glasses like it was 1983. She looked up, eyes dancing down the curves of your figure before snapping back to her paper. “Are there any local bars? I’m thinking of going out.”
“No and no.” She grumbled. “‘s jus’ gonna land you in the same situation that got you here. You’re not doin’ that.” You sighed. Luckily, contrary to her knowledge, you knew where your phone was, and Google Maps would happily show you local bars.
Without responding, you strolled your way back upstairs, gracefully grabbing your phone and typing in bars. To your dismay, only one came up, but it didn’t matter to you. That was the one you would go to, and the thought of getting drunk gave you a buzz almost better than weed.
You planned it perfectly: Sevika went to bed early, of course, so you could easily sneak out once she was asleep. You didn’t leave your slutty clothes at home, in fact, you filled two suitcases with them, so when the day came, the glittery, pink dress that was far shorter than it should be called your name loudly. It was a v-neck, falling far into the crack of your tits, with a south Asian inspired scarf. You paired it with pink heeled boots, and pink makeup to finish the look. The night was going to be amazing, you could tell just from the outfit.
The plan started well.
Sevika went to bed, as you planned, and you were able to get out with your phone, no less. You called yourself a taxi and got to the bar without a problem, practically welcomed like a queen. You tried to tell yourself that all of the stares and hoots and free drinks were because people knew you and not because all of the old men thought that you were hot, but it was notably the latter.
You loved free drinks, at the end of the day it didn’t matter who they were from or why they were sending them. So, as the shots poured in, you were more than happy to take them, and take them and take them.
Fortunately, some strange men also paid for your food, sobering you up every couple of shots. You didn't want to be drunk when you got home, fearing that it would interrupt Sevika's sleep, and lead to her finding out that you snuck out. So, the random meals and several glasses of water allowed you to maintain a constant state of switching between sober and not sober.
You all but sobered up when the bar doors slammed open, and Sevika appeared in the middle. She came towards you, grabbed your arm, and dragged you off of the barstool. She tossed some cash on the bar and turned towards you, furious. “What the fuck were you thinking?” She hissed, grinding her teeth together.
“Sev,” you groaned, looking around at all the eyes looking at you. “Can we not do this here?” You attempted to pull your arm from her grip with no avail. Instead, she spun the two of you around, pushing you towards the door and out of the bar with the grip still right on your arm.
She didn't release you until the both of you made it into her truck, where she slammed the door in your face and got into the driver's seat. “D’you think about things before you do ‘em? At all?” She roared, pulling out of the bar. “Did you see the way those men looked at you? You coulda gotten yourself in serious trouble.” You rolled your eyes, your favorite thing to do when she was around.
“It’s not your job to police what I do. In fact, I think you’re jealous. At least I have men paying for my drinks. You wish.” She practically cackled at that, and your already lame comeback made you feel even smaller. You were sure Sevika didn’t even like men, especially when you were digging through one of her drawers looking for your phone and stumbled across some interesting magazines.
“If I wanted that, I could have that, and y’know it, peach. This ain’t about me, though. Get your ass in line or I’m tellin’ your daddy to leave you out here, ‘nd you know he will.” The thought of staying here any longer than you had to made you want to tear your hair out. Maybe the thought alone was enough to keep you in line. She pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, turning to you with a sigh. “Don’t do that shit again. ’m not like your parents, ’m not writin’ off y’r dumbass choices.”
“Let me go out then, for the love of god. Drinking won’t kill me.” You turned your attention to your hand, picking at your nail. “Not to mention, I haven’t had sex in weeks. Weeks! I could’ve checked that box tonight and you wouldn’t have had to deal with me like this anymore.” She was clearly unamused, wide lips remaining downturned.
“You’re actin’ the same way now that you do all the time; like a fuckin’ brat. Go inside and go to bed, for god’s sake.” She popped her door open and got out, slamming the door behind her. You waited a moment before following her, still angry from her slew of comments throughout the evening.
“Maybe it’s your fault,” you said when you stepped into the home, “you’re the one who’s mean to me, taking my things, making fun of my clothes. You’re a fucking jackass. I have no reason to listen to you. Full grown adult, remember?” You sneered, gesturing up and down your body.
“I did what I was told. Take a fuckin’ chill pill. I ain’t gon’ stand here arguin’ with you, it’s a waste of time.” She began to walk past you and you grabbed her arm, pulling as hard as you could. She was significantly larger and stronger than you, so you weren’t surprised when your efforts made little difference.
“You don’t get to just walk away in the middle of an important conversation! Stop being a fuckin-” She turned quickly, large body almost caging you against the wall. If you wanted to, it wouldn’t be hard for you to simply go left or right and move away from her. But now, her body was close, and warmth was bouncing between the two of you, and well, the same need from earlier came back.
“Stop.” She demanded, tone low. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as if talking to you was the most taxing thing on this earth. She stood there for more than a moment, eyes drilled into yours with an innate sense of fury. This was her breaking point. She wondered how long it would take when she first met you. You were driving her fucking insane.
“Make me.” You spat, angrily. She almost did. Truly. Well, until you did it for her.
She backed up and you followed her, chasing her heat. Before you knew it, the cotton of her shirt was in your hands and you were clumsily pulling her forward, pressing up on your toes until your mouth was pressed against hers. By some miracle, she didn’t fight it. Her large hands cupped your face, pulling you in and pressed her lips harshly to yours.
She wasted no time before she was running her tongue along your lips and pushing it into your mouth, knees practically weak when you moaned like a fucking slut. She wasn’t especially gentle when she pushed you against the wall behind you, but her tongue down your throat and her knee between your legs made up for it.
Your hands begged to run down her figure, but you weren’t exactly in the position to take control, so you instead placed them around her neck, pulling on the short hair on the back of it. Her hands met your hips, pinning you to the wall so that you wouldn’t grind against her. You pulled back from her lips, meeting her angry eyes once again before dropping your lips to her neck, sucking a dark hickey into it.
“Fuck,” she groaned, “‘course you like trashy shit like this.” she continued as you left several more. Your hands dragged down her front, finding her chest promptly. “Upstairs, now.” She pulled back from you, but you grabbed her hand and pulled her behind you. You had only been in her room briefly to acquire your phone, so the details of it had never been your focus. But now, you focused on the purple color of her sheets and the ambiance of it.
Like a pornstar, you pushed her back onto the bed, slipping your dress over her head and finding purchase in her lap. Her hand ran along your stomach, admiring your body briefly before closing her eyes. “This isn’t right, darlin’. ‘m too mad, and I promised y’r daddy I would get you straight.” You giggled.
“I like mad.” you insisted, tugging your lip between your teeth and grinding your hips into her, urging her to open her eyes. You leaned in, warm breath hitting her ear. “Put me in my place?” You squealed when she lifted you up and flipped you, trapping you under her.
“You ain’t gonna get what you want from this. ‘m gon’ fuck some sense into that pretty head, huh?” You nodded, smiling too wide to focus on anything she was saying. You were a fucking airhead, god, there were so many things she wanted to do to you.
You didn’t have anything but a cheap pair of panties under the dress, meaning that she had spent the last several minutes attempting to focus on anything that wasn’t your tits. But now? Now her mouth was blessing your left nipple, tugging it into her mouth and sucking, pinning you down with a hand on your lower stomach once again. She wanted to fuck the shit out of you, sure, but you weren’t getting what you wanted any time soon.
She switched tits, kneading the other with her palm. As she sucked, her fingers pulled at your nipple, creating the perfect combination of soft and rough. You were moaning like a bitch in heat, and she adored it. You were so fucking easy, letting her in your pants like it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t long before she was kissing her way down to your panties, keeping eye contact with you as she did it. She looked like an animal hunting its prey, and the prey was you. You realized, then, that she had you exactly where she wanted you.
You knew you were in for it when she took a fat lick from the bottom of your cunt to the top, over your panties. You whined, back arching off the bed as your head fell back. She planned to eat you over your panties until you cried and begged for her, but she couldn’t take it. You were soaked through, like floodgates opened between your legs, and she needed you.
She pulled your panties down your legs, pushing your thighs apart until you were fully on display for her. “She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” she mocked, not breaking her gaze on your pussy. She leaned in, hands dropping to the backs of your thighs, and pressed a kiss to your clit. Your hips twitched and you whined again, lacing one of your hands in her hair.
She ate you like the world was ending.
Her tongue blessed all the pretty places that you needed it, flicking against your clit and fucking into you, sucking up every last drop that you had. She loved it, loved the way you moaned and twitched and begged for her to not stop, never stop. You were halfway to your orgasm and she pulled up, looking as if she was in an absolute daze.
“Gon’ make you a housewife, baby. Eat this pussy whenever I want, how’s that sound? Fuck, look at you,” her middle finger circled your entrance, gathering all of her spit and your slick. You sucked her in as she pushed it in knuckle by knuckle, and she swore she blacked out. “Pretty girl just needed the snob fucked out of her, didn’t you?” you could’ve cried when she added another finger, crooking them up into the perfect spot. “Answer me, slut.”
“Yes, yes,” you cried, “please, whenever you want.” She grinned, like this was the best day of her life. With two fingers pumping in you, she kept her mouth busy on your clit, sucking hard until you were quite literally crying, tears streaming down your face as your stomach twisted.
You clenched down hard on her fingers and she pulled them out, stopping everything. You whined, lifting your hips to chase her. “Bad girls don’t get to come. Open,” she tapped your bottom lip and you did as told, taking her wet fingers in your mouth. She couldn’t stand you, couldn’t stand the way you squirmed and pushed your thighs together as you sucked her fingers, knowing that it made you so wet. “Lay across my lap, yeah, good girl.”
Notably, her kind sense of security was short lived once you were across her lap.
“Count. If you stop counting we start over, y’understand?” You nodded, unsure of what was about to happen until her mech hand came in harsh against your left ass cheek. You squeaked, hurling forward and gripping the sheets. “What’d I say, peach? Gonna count or get hit?”
“One,” you whimpered, crying out again when her hand came down on the other side. It felt so good. “Two,” she went back and forth until your ass was beet red, and you got to a sparse ten. You almost asked her to keep going, but with the way your cunt was drooling on her lap, she couldn’t possibly keep going.
“Up,” she instructed, tapping your ass twice. “Face the mirror, ass up, tits down.” You giggled again, knowing exactly what was coming. Doggy was probably your favorite position, but doggy facing a mirror had to be heaven on earth.
By the time you got your shit together enough to do as told, she was already back, pajama pants stripped and harness clinging to her hips. Sevika had the body of a god, truthfully. You had always gotten wet over her arms, but her abs and her hips were nothing less than god-like. All of her was simply perfect.
The strap hanging from the harness wasn’t anything like something you had seen or taken before. It was long and wide, with veins to detail. She had lube in one hand, from what you could see over your shoulder, but you couldn’t see what was in the other. She climbed up on the bed, kneeling behind you as she placed her series of materials down. First, she took your wrists and pinned them behind your back with a pair of silk handcuffs, and then she lubed up her strap until it was ready for you.
Gods, she could’ve come on spot when she teased your entrance with the tip. You moaned like a fucking whore, rocking back into her as your cunt begged. The tip alone had your eyes rolling back in your head, and your state didn’t improve as she continued pushing. “Sev,” you whined, “it won’t fit, ‘s too big,” you cried out, and she laughed at you.
“You’ll make it fit, won’t you, bunny? Yeah, you will.” And, well, you did. The strap hit its hilt, filling you to the absolute brim. Watching your pussy stretch around her dick had to be the best thing she’d ever seen. “Fuck, peach, knew you were trouble but I didn’t think you’d be such a whore, too.” She placed her large palm on your back, pressing down on your shoulder blades so that your back arched as far as it could.
She moved slowly, head thrown back as she listened to the noises you made. Not only were you moaning out of your mind, but your cunt squelched with every thrust, wetting her hips as your skin slapped together. The scene in the mirror was obscene, filthy even. You looked like a whore, jaw slacked and eyes in the back of your head as she plowed into you.
However, it all got dramatically worse when she pulled you up, so that you kneeled in front of her as she fucked you. Her large arm wrapped around your throat, bicep digging into your windpipe. Your hands wrapped around her arm, but in comparison, they were small. She held you like that until your brain got fuzzy, unrelenting in her pace. She used her free hand on your clit, rubbing it just the way you needed.
“Y’r so fuckin’ full, sweet girl. See that in y’r belly? ‘s my dick.” You could see it, the way her strap poked out in your stomach with every thrust of her hips. Filthy. It was the only way to describe it. “God, imagine if I could jus’ have you whenever I wanted you,” her arm loosened around your throat, but instead of pushing you back down, she pressed two fingers into your mouth.
Sevika could hardly deal with the sight of you. She had already come once, most definitely, but the vision of you in front of her could make her come again on command. You were so fucked out, so pliant. So willing to do whatever she wanted. “What’d y’r parents think if they saw you like this, huh? What if I fill you up, get you pregnant?” You could’ve screamed, but a loud whimper was the best she got.
She pulled her fingers from her mouth and bent you back over, grabbing your hips rather than pressing between your shoulder blades. “Please,” you begged, “please get me pregnant,” she threw her head back yet again, orgasm building in her stomach. “Please, please please, fill me up, Vika, please,” she groaned as she came against the back of the harness, hips stuttering and abs flexing.
“Gonna fill you up and make you a mommy, ain’t that right, pretty baby?” You moaned again, too gone for words. Tears streamed down your face as her pace started again, unrelenting yet again. She fucked into you so hard that the bedframe shook, and soon enough, that familiar feeling was developing in your stomach. “‘m gon’ stuff you full of my dick everyday, shit,”
You screamed when you came, and it got a million times better when a warm liquid filled you, making it feel like Sevika had, in fact, filled you up. When she pulled out of you, she almost came again. Your cum and hers dripped from your hole down your cunt, and she watched you twitch and drool into the bedsheets.
She was going to clean you up, of course, but your pussy had her fucking entranced.She knew she was fucked, she knew there wasn’t ever going to be a moment moving forward where she didn’t want you on her face. And now, every time you acted up, she could fuck you into oblivion.
She got you cleaned up and in clean clothes, tucked into her bed with her, head on her chest. “That get you in line?” She joked, brushing hair off of your face.
“I don’t know, maybe we’ll have to go again for good measure.” You teased, pressing your nose into her jaw as your lips found her neck again. You left a couple more hickies on the side of her neck that you didn’t hit earlier and she chuckled.
“Why’d’ya like those so much? Looks a little trashy to me.” You sighed. Of course it did, it was a younger group thing, and she was not in your age range.
“Jus’ makin’ what’s mine.” You giggled. She laughed with you, until you were both laughing. Maybe this arrangement wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought it would be.
synopsis: after you lose your final strike, your parents all but banish you to their old friend's farm, and well, as much as you hate it, the woman happens to be obscenely attractive
pairing: rich!bimbo!reader x farmer! sevika
warnings: younger!reader (twenties, sevika is thirties/forties), mean!sevika, pussy eating, backshots, fingering, orgasm denial, domestic kink, breeding kink, free use mentioned, dirty talk, pet names, fucking in front of a mirror, breath play, oral fixation, spanking + counting spanks, degradation, stomach bulge, squirting strap, strap referred to as cock/dick
wc: 4.8k
a/n: lots of quick notes! this fic is very much based on this post by @polkadotzzzz !!! and per usual, so many thanks to my dearest @sevsgiirl for helping me out with this one 🩷
It was only one party.
Your best friend, Jinx, invited you, and it was a well known fact that Jinx knew the best parties, with the best drugs and the best drinks. So of course you couldn’t turn her down, and thank god you didn’t. The party was packed, and the drinks and drugs were more than anything you had ever dreamt of.
That being said, when a picture of you snorting a line circled all of the tabloids, it was easy to say that your parents wanted your head on a stick. Your parents were notorious in town, seeing as they were the wealthiest. Somehow, their money got them top spots in every celebrity gossip magazine, and you were in no way except from it.
The idea was ridiculous. You were an adult, standing tall in your twenties, and it wasn’t anyone’s right (especially your parents) to tell you how to live your life. If you wanted to snort coke at a party with fifty of your closest friends, then you were going to. No magazine was going to stop you.
That was how you landed here, on the front porch of a woman that you didn’t even know the name of. Your parents stood in front of you as you waited for her to answer the door, and when she finally did, you hardly bothered looking up from your phone. This wasn’t going to last long, you were sure of it. Your parents wanted you to live on a farm, tending to animals like some kind of slob. They claimed it would “get you in line”, as if your life meant that much to them.
You had several men behind you, shuffling in your number of suitcases as your parents hugged the woman before you and made efforts to catch up. For someone they claimed to have known for so long, you had never heard of the woman, and when you looked up and finally got a good look at her, you only remembered her face from one meager photo on the wall.
She was tall, taller than your father even, and she was packed with pure muscle. The woman was truly intimidating, but you attempted to shrug it off. Maybe you could offer her money in return for not making you work with anything dirty.
“Sevika, we are so grateful for you,” your mother spoke softly, taking her hand and patting it like she was doing some innumerable service to them. “This is our daughter, I don’t think you’ve ever met her,” you stepped forward, still scrolling on your phone as you popped a large bubble of gum. Your mother wacked your arm and you rolled your eyes, turning off your phone.
“‘m Sevika,” she reached a hand out and you looked at it for a moment, noticing every speck of dirt that graced her palm. “Y’r daddy says you’re in need of someone to set you straight, sound about right?” Your dad chuckled and you sighed.
“That’s not exactly how I’d phrase it, pretty sure I’m just living my life as an adult,” you side-eyed him with a glare. “And regardless, none of this is any of your business.” You huffed. To you, it truly wasn’t anyone’s. Your parents' public image didn’t matter to you, you didn’t want any part in it.
Sevika hummed, turning to your dad. “Don’t you worry, boss. I’ll get ‘er in line. Thanks for stoppin’ by, ‘m sure you’ve got a lot to get to.” With a long bunch of final goodbyes, your parents were gone, and you were left alone with a stranger. The idea pissed you off - your parents were tired of dealing with you, and instead of wiping that picture off of the internet, they decided to dump you on a random woman.
“So what exactly will I be doing here?” You said, twirling a piece of hair around your finger as you popped another bubble. “I won’t have to like… clean up animal shit, right? I just got a manicure and I didn’t pay two hundred dollars just to ruin my hands, y’know?” Sevika rolled her eyes.
“You’re gon’ do what I tell you to do. That’s the point of this lil’ apprenticeship. Your bedroom is upstairs on the right. We wake at five, feed the animals, eat, and spend the rest of the day outside.” Your jaw dropped, eyebrows knitting. Sevika could see the piece of gum chewed into your teeth.
“Five in the morning? Why on earth would I get up that early?” You scoffed, pulling your phone out again. You could hardly wait to tell Jinx about this, but halfway through your message, your phone was being snatched from your hands.
“Jus’ because your father let you get away with being a brat don’t mean that I will. This,” she waved your phone around, “is mine now. For the rest of the summer, you work for me, and you work when I work, y’hear me?” You almost wanted to laugh at her. Yeah, this definitely wasn’t going to work.
“Whatever you say, boss,” you popped yet another bubble in her face this time, mocking the title she used for your dad mere minutes ago. “Do you have people who can like, take these up for me?” You looked over at your bags and she laughed at you.
“It don’t work like that out here, darlin. You carry your own things up. Since y’r new, I’ll take one for y’a. But only one.” You groaned, grabbing one of the suitcases as she did and following her upstairs. Compared to your bedroom at home, this room was like a closet. She dropped the luggage on the floor as if it wasn’t a ten thousand dollar handmade pink set.
“Well, where I’m from, we don’t throw expensive things on the ground like animals,” you shot, picking up the suitcase. “This is so not going to work out.” Sevika rolled her eyes, disappearing down the hall for the evening. Thank god you finally got a break from her.
The next morning was like hell. She woke you up bright and early, just like she said she would, and tossed you a disgusting pair of overalls that she instructed you to put on. Not only was the outfit ugly, but she also gave you no time to do your hair and makeup before she was yelling at you to get out the door.
“I’m not touching that,” you pulled your hands back as she handed you a bucket full of god knows what. “That’s disgusting, I already told you-”
“You ain’t breakin’ a nail, I get it. Suck it up and go feed the pigs. It ain’t gonna kill y’a.” You rolled your eyes, still not taking the bucket from her hands.
“No.” Her jaw tightened, and her angry gaze fell upon you. You noticed, then, that her eyes were grey, and they shined. If you didn’t hate her guts already, you would obviously coin that they were gorgeous, like the rest of her. But you hated her guts.
“Listen here, you brat,” her accent got thicker. “I’m not any happier about this than you are. But we’re here, and my job is to set you straight. So man up and go feed the pigs.” You glared, but took the bucket regardless. She rolled her eyes as you stormed off, the heavy bucket weighing you down.
You had to admit, the pigs were quite cute, especially the small ones. But that didn’t outweigh the muck on your hands, or the fact that this jackass woman insisted that you were a brat.
-
Two weeks of absolute torture had gone by. There was no way in hell that you would keep this up, not for the whole summer. You couldn’t even get through a month, let alone four. Not to mention the woman hadn’t even hinted at the idea of giving you a break. You didn’t go out for dinner, didn’t take days off, didn’t go to clubs. It was the worst possible life of a rich city girl.
Sevika was a terrible boss. She was mean and strict and she hated everything about you, you were sure of it. However, the woman was undeniably attractive, in a terrible way. She was mean to you and it made your knees weak, she called you a brat and you thought about her taking the brat out of you. I mean, look at those arms. She could take you whenever and wherever she wanted.
You were sure, though, that this was simply because you hadn’t had sex in three weeks.
“Sev,” you wandered downstairs, crop top and shorts clinging to your body like it was life support. She was on the couch, reading the newspaper in her reading glasses like it was 1983. She looked up, eyes dancing down the curves of your figure before snapping back to her paper. “Are there any local bars? I’m thinking of going out.”
“No and no.” She grumbled. “‘s jus’ gonna land you in the same situation that got you here. You’re not doin’ that.” You sighed. Luckily, contrary to her knowledge, you knew where your phone was, and Google Maps would happily show you local bars.
Without responding, you strolled your way back upstairs, gracefully grabbing your phone and typing in bars. To your dismay, only one came up, but it didn’t matter to you. That was the one you would go to, and the thought of getting drunk gave you a buzz almost better than weed.
You planned it perfectly: Sevika went to bed early, of course, so you could easily sneak out once she was asleep. You didn’t leave your slutty clothes at home, in fact, you filled two suitcases with them, so when the day came, the glittery, pink dress that was far shorter than it should be called your name loudly. It was a v-neck, falling far into the crack of your tits, with a south Asian inspired scarf. You paired it with pink heeled boots, and pink makeup to finish the look. The night was going to be amazing, you could tell just from the outfit.
The plan started well.
Sevika went to bed, as you planned, and you were able to get out with your phone, no less. You called yourself a taxi and got to the bar without a problem, practically welcomed like a queen. You tried to tell yourself that all of the stares and hoots and free drinks were because people knew you and not because all of the old men thought that you were hot, but it was notably the latter.
You loved free drinks, at the end of the day it didn’t matter who they were from or why they were sending them. So, as the shots poured in, you were more than happy to take them, and take them and take them.
Fortunately, some strange men also paid for your food, sobering you up every couple of shots. You didn't want to be drunk when you got home, fearing that it would interrupt Sevika's sleep, and lead to her finding out that you snuck out. So, the random meals and several glasses of water allowed you to maintain a constant state of switching between sober and not sober.
You all but sobered up when the bar doors slammed open, and Sevika appeared in the middle. She came towards you, grabbed your arm, and dragged you off of the barstool. She tossed some cash on the bar and turned towards you, furious. “What the fuck were you thinking?” She hissed, grinding her teeth together.
“Sev,” you groaned, looking around at all the eyes looking at you. “Can we not do this here?” You attempted to pull your arm from her grip with no avail. Instead, she spun the two of you around, pushing you towards the door and out of the bar with the grip still right on your arm.
She didn't release you until the both of you made it into her truck, where she slammed the door in your face and got into the driver's seat. “D’you think about things before you do ‘em? At all?” She roared, pulling out of the bar. “Did you see the way those men looked at you? You coulda gotten yourself in serious trouble.” You rolled your eyes, your favorite thing to do when she was around.
“It’s not your job to police what I do. In fact, I think you’re jealous. At least I have men paying for my drinks. You wish.” She practically cackled at that, and your already lame comeback made you feel even smaller. You were sure Sevika didn’t even like men, especially when you were digging through one of her drawers looking for your phone and stumbled across some interesting magazines.
“If I wanted that, I could have that, and y’know it, peach. This ain’t about me, though. Get your ass in line or I’m tellin’ your daddy to leave you out here, ‘nd you know he will.” The thought of staying here any longer than you had to made you want to tear your hair out. Maybe the thought alone was enough to keep you in line. She pulled into the driveway and turned the car off, turning to you with a sigh. “Don’t do that shit again. ’m not like your parents, ’m not writin’ off y’r dumbass choices.”
“Let me go out then, for the love of god. Drinking won’t kill me.” You turned your attention to your hand, picking at your nail. “Not to mention, I haven’t had sex in weeks. Weeks! I could’ve checked that box tonight and you wouldn’t have had to deal with me like this anymore.” She was clearly unamused, wide lips remaining downturned.
“You’re actin’ the same way now that you do all the time; like a fuckin’ brat. Go inside and go to bed, for god’s sake.” She popped her door open and got out, slamming the door behind her. You waited a moment before following her, still angry from her slew of comments throughout the evening.
“Maybe it’s your fault,” you said when you stepped into the home, “you’re the one who’s mean to me, taking my things, making fun of my clothes. You’re a fucking jackass. I have no reason to listen to you. Full grown adult, remember?” You sneered, gesturing up and down your body.
“I did what I was told. Take a fuckin’ chill pill. I ain’t gon’ stand here arguin’ with you, it’s a waste of time.” She began to walk past you and you grabbed her arm, pulling as hard as you could. She was significantly larger and stronger than you, so you weren’t surprised when your efforts made little difference.
“You don’t get to just walk away in the middle of an important conversation! Stop being a fuckin-” She turned quickly, large body almost caging you against the wall. If you wanted to, it wouldn’t be hard for you to simply go left or right and move away from her. But now, her body was close, and warmth was bouncing between the two of you, and well, the same need from earlier came back.
“Stop.” She demanded, tone low. Her chest rose and fell quickly, as if talking to you was the most taxing thing on this earth. She stood there for more than a moment, eyes drilled into yours with an innate sense of fury. This was her breaking point. She wondered how long it would take when she first met you. You were driving her fucking insane.
“Make me.” You spat, angrily. She almost did. Truly. Well, until you did it for her.
She backed up and you followed her, chasing her heat. Before you knew it, the cotton of her shirt was in your hands and you were clumsily pulling her forward, pressing up on your toes until your mouth was pressed against hers. By some miracle, she didn’t fight it. Her large hands cupped your face, pulling you in and pressed her lips harshly to yours.
She wasted no time before she was running her tongue along your lips and pushing it into your mouth, knees practically weak when you moaned like a fucking slut. She wasn’t especially gentle when she pushed you against the wall behind you, but her tongue down your throat and her knee between your legs made up for it.
Your hands begged to run down her figure, but you weren’t exactly in the position to take control, so you instead placed them around her neck, pulling on the short hair on the back of it. Her hands met your hips, pinning you to the wall so that you wouldn’t grind against her. You pulled back from her lips, meeting her angry eyes once again before dropping your lips to her neck, sucking a dark hickey into it.
“Fuck,” she groaned, “‘course you like trashy shit like this.” she continued as you left several more. Your hands dragged down her front, finding her chest promptly. “Upstairs, now.” She pulled back from you, but you grabbed her hand and pulled her behind you. You had only been in her room briefly to acquire your phone, so the details of it had never been your focus. But now, you focused on the purple color of her sheets and the ambiance of it.
Like a pornstar, you pushed her back onto the bed, slipping your dress over her head and finding purchase in her lap. Her hand ran along your stomach, admiring your body briefly before closing her eyes. “This isn’t right, darlin’. ‘m too mad, and I promised y’r daddy I would get you straight.” You giggled.
“I like mad.” you insisted, tugging your lip between your teeth and grinding your hips into her, urging her to open her eyes. You leaned in, warm breath hitting her ear. “Put me in my place?” You squealed when she lifted you up and flipped you, trapping you under her.
“You ain’t gonna get what you want from this. ‘m gon’ fuck some sense into that pretty head, huh?” You nodded, smiling too wide to focus on anything she was saying. You were a fucking airhead, god, there were so many things she wanted to do to you.
You didn’t have anything but a cheap pair of panties under the dress, meaning that she had spent the last several minutes attempting to focus on anything that wasn’t your tits. But now? Now her mouth was blessing your left nipple, tugging it into her mouth and sucking, pinning you down with a hand on your lower stomach once again. She wanted to fuck the shit out of you, sure, but you weren’t getting what you wanted any time soon.
She switched tits, kneading the other with her palm. As she sucked, her fingers pulled at your nipple, creating the perfect combination of soft and rough. You were moaning like a bitch in heat, and she adored it. You were so fucking easy, letting her in your pants like it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t long before she was kissing her way down to your panties, keeping eye contact with you as she did it. She looked like an animal hunting its prey, and the prey was you. You realized, then, that she had you exactly where she wanted you.
You knew you were in for it when she took a fat lick from the bottom of your cunt to the top, over your panties. You whined, back arching off the bed as your head fell back. She planned to eat you over your panties until you cried and begged for her, but she couldn’t take it. You were soaked through, like floodgates opened between your legs, and she needed you.
She pulled your panties down your legs, pushing your thighs apart until you were fully on display for her. “She’s so pretty, isn’t she?” she mocked, not breaking her gaze on your pussy. She leaned in, hands dropping to the backs of your thighs, and pressed a kiss to your clit. Your hips twitched and you whined again, lacing one of your hands in her hair.
She ate you like the world was ending.
Her tongue blessed all the pretty places that you needed it, flicking against your clit and fucking into you, sucking up every last drop that you had. She loved it, loved the way you moaned and twitched and begged for her to not stop, never stop. You were halfway to your orgasm and she pulled up, looking as if she was in an absolute daze.
“Gon’ make you a housewife, baby. Eat this pussy whenever I want, how’s that sound? Fuck, look at you,” her middle finger circled your entrance, gathering all of her spit and your slick. You sucked her in as she pushed it in knuckle by knuckle, and she swore she blacked out. “Pretty girl just needed the snob fucked out of her, didn’t you?” you could’ve cried when she added another finger, crooking them up into the perfect spot. “Answer me, slut.”
“Yes, yes,” you cried, “please, whenever you want.” She grinned, like this was the best day of her life. With two fingers pumping in you, she kept her mouth busy on your clit, sucking hard until you were quite literally crying, tears streaming down your face as your stomach twisted.
You clenched down hard on her fingers and she pulled them out, stopping everything. You whined, lifting your hips to chase her. “Bad girls don’t get to come. Open,” she tapped your bottom lip and you did as told, taking her wet fingers in your mouth. She couldn’t stand you, couldn’t stand the way you squirmed and pushed your thighs together as you sucked her fingers, knowing that it made you so wet. “Lay across my lap, yeah, good girl.”
Notably, her kind sense of security was short lived once you were across her lap.
“Count. If you stop counting we start over, y’understand?” You nodded, unsure of what was about to happen until her mech hand came in harsh against your left ass cheek. You squeaked, hurling forward and gripping the sheets. “What’d I say, peach? Gonna count or get hit?”
“One,” you whimpered, crying out again when her hand came down on the other side. It felt so good. “Two,” she went back and forth until your ass was beet red, and you got to a sparse ten. You almost asked her to keep going, but with the way your cunt was drooling on her lap, she couldn’t possibly keep going.
“Up,” she instructed, tapping your ass twice. “Face the mirror, ass up, tits down.” You giggled again, knowing exactly what was coming. Doggy was probably your favorite position, but doggy facing a mirror had to be heaven on earth.
By the time you got your shit together enough to do as told, she was already back, pajama pants stripped and harness clinging to her hips. Sevika had the body of a god, truthfully. You had always gotten wet over her arms, but her abs and her hips were nothing less than god-like. All of her was simply perfect.
The strap hanging from the harness wasn’t anything like something you had seen or taken before. It was long and wide, with veins to detail. She had lube in one hand, from what you could see over your shoulder, but you couldn’t see what was in the other. She climbed up on the bed, kneeling behind you as she placed her series of materials down. First, she took your wrists and pinned them behind your back with a pair of silk handcuffs, and then she lubed up her strap until it was ready for you.
Gods, she could’ve come on spot when she teased your entrance with the tip. You moaned like a fucking whore, rocking back into her as your cunt begged. The tip alone had your eyes rolling back in your head, and your state didn’t improve as she continued pushing. “Sev,” you whined, “it won’t fit, ‘s too big,” you cried out, and she laughed at you.
“You’ll make it fit, won’t you, bunny? Yeah, you will.” And, well, you did. The strap hit its hilt, filling you to the absolute brim. Watching your pussy stretch around her dick had to be the best thing she’d ever seen. “Fuck, peach, knew you were trouble but I didn’t think you’d be such a whore, too.” She placed her large palm on your back, pressing down on your shoulder blades so that your back arched as far as it could.
She moved slowly, head thrown back as she listened to the noises you made. Not only were you moaning out of your mind, but your cunt squelched with every thrust, wetting her hips as your skin slapped together. The scene in the mirror was obscene, filthy even. You looked like a whore, jaw slacked and eyes in the back of your head as she plowed into you.
However, it all got dramatically worse when she pulled you up, so that you kneeled in front of her as she fucked you. Her large arm wrapped around your throat, bicep digging into your windpipe. Your hands wrapped around her arm, but in comparison, they were small. She held you like that until your brain got fuzzy, unrelenting in her pace. She used her free hand on your clit, rubbing it just the way you needed.
“Y’r so fuckin’ full, sweet girl. See that in y’r belly? ‘s my dick.” You could see it, the way her strap poked out in your stomach with every thrust of her hips. Filthy. It was the only way to describe it. “God, imagine if I could jus’ have you whenever I wanted you,” her arm loosened around your throat, but instead of pushing you back down, she pressed two fingers into your mouth.
Sevika could hardly deal with the sight of you. She had already come once, most definitely, but the vision of you in front of her could make her come again on command. You were so fucked out, so pliant. So willing to do whatever she wanted. “What’d y’r parents think if they saw you like this, huh? What if I fill you up, get you pregnant?” You could’ve screamed, but a loud whimper was the best she got.
She pulled her fingers from her mouth and bent you back over, grabbing your hips rather than pressing between your shoulder blades. “Please,” you begged, “please get me pregnant,” she threw her head back yet again, orgasm building in her stomach. “Please, please please, fill me up, Vika, please,” she groaned as she came against the back of the harness, hips stuttering and abs flexing.
“Gonna fill you up and make you a mommy, ain’t that right, pretty baby?” You moaned again, too gone for words. Tears streamed down your face as her pace started again, unrelenting yet again. She fucked into you so hard that the bedframe shook, and soon enough, that familiar feeling was developing in your stomach. “‘m gon’ stuff you full of my dick everyday, shit,”
You screamed when you came, and it got a million times better when a warm liquid filled you, making it feel like Sevika had, in fact, filled you up. When she pulled out of you, she almost came again. Your cum and hers dripped from your hole down your cunt, and she watched you twitch and drool into the bedsheets.
She was going to clean you up, of course, but your pussy had her fucking entranced.She knew she was fucked, she knew there wasn’t ever going to be a moment moving forward where she didn’t want you on her face. And now, every time you acted up, she could fuck you into oblivion.
She got you cleaned up and in clean clothes, tucked into her bed with her, head on her chest. “That get you in line?” She joked, brushing hair off of your face.
“I don’t know, maybe we’ll have to go again for good measure.” You teased, pressing your nose into her jaw as your lips found her neck again. You left a couple more hickies on the side of her neck that you didn’t hit earlier and she chuckled.
“Why’d’ya like those so much? Looks a little trashy to me.” You sighed. Of course it did, it was a younger group thing, and she was not in your age range.
“Jus’ makin’ what’s mine.” You giggled. She laughed with you, until you were both laughing. Maybe this arrangement wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought it would be.
abby anderson has stretch marks on her biceps and shoulders from her rapid muscle growth and she secretly gets all hot when reader licks and kisses over them. i don't make the rules.
i asked and you answered…600 votes on my poll and most of you guys voted for breeding w sevika !!!
sevika x fem reader
cw: smut !!! strap usage, breeding kink (obvi), degrading, kinda mean sevi
phantom limb is a very real phenomenon for sevika. she swears she can still feel the nerves in her arm, even after all these years. sweats she feels like it’s still right there.
she also gets phantom limb in another way. every time she adjusts the harness on her hips, she swears her dick is real.
when your pout is wrapped around it, she swears she can feel you suckling the head. when you stroke her silicone length before sitting on it, she swears she can feel your hands on every vein.
and when she’s inside you, burying her hips into your needy cunt, she swears she can feel the way your gripping her.
“dirty slut…taking my dick so fucking good. so fucking tight…”
and she can feel it. whether her brain is playing a psychological trick on her or not, she can fucking feel you. feel you tightening around her thick dick. feel you clenching every time she thrusts into you.
“you feel so good, baby. gonna make me cum. you want that? yeah? want my load in this tight cunt?”
that’s the last thing she swears she can do. she swears she can feel your pussy around her, and she swears that she can cum inside you.
and you wish she could. so does she. every time she gets inside you she has an unstoppable urge. an urge to breed you. and urge to fuck you so full that her cum leaks out of you for weeks.
“stupid whore wants my cum, huh? i’ll give it to you, baby. shove all my hot cum in this slutty fucking cunt. fuck you nice and full of my babies.”
her pace never falters. she’s strong, almost insanely strong. she’d fuck you for 5 hours straight with no breaks if she really wanted to. there’s no voice in her head telling her to slow down, or be gentle, or take it easy. the only thing in her mind is one word.
breed.
breed.
breed.
“gonna give you all my cum, dirty girl. nice and deep so it fuckin’ takes. make sure you’re nice and pregnant by the time i’m done.”
and when she comes against the base of her strap, you swear you can feel her cumming inside you.
this took longer than anticipated cus it’s finals week LOL >_< enjoy fellow sevika sluts ! i love you all
my girlfriend said sevika probably plays stardew valley on her shitty laptop and since she’s always right I had to draw that, so here’s sevika struggling to fish on stardew valley
