mechanic!sevika, clueless!reader, top!sevika, bottom!reader, horny yearning, praise, strap use (r!receiving), rough sev, i call a âwife beaterâ a wife pleaser
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ÖŽÖ¶ÖžËÖŽ đ§Ë mechanic!sevika who became immediately infatuated with you the first time she saw you: wearing a loose mini dress, in need of a simple oil change. something in her panicked; she needed to see you again. in an act of both cowardice and desperation she sabotaged your engine...
after only being gone for a week you stand before her, pouting in a way that makes sevikaâs clit throb with need.
âi have no idea what happened! my engine was fine until a few days ago!â
sevika gives you a small smirk, trying her best not to give herself away. âno clue, pretty girl. iâll tell you whatâlet me fix this for you for free, hm?â
your jaw goes slack with surprise. sevikaâs mind immediately goes to all the things she could do with such a pretty mouth.
âyouâd do that for me?â
âanything for you~â sevika nonchalantly shrugs.
ÖŽÖ¶ÖžËÖŽ đ§Ë mechanic!sevika who makes sure you see her covered in soot and sweat after working on your car. she knows youâre looking at each and every curve in her muscular body; at the way the fluorescent lights bounce off her her dark complexion.
âsomething the matter?â she asks, feigning concern.
face burning, snapping out of your trance you sputter out ân-nope! all good! thanks, see you next time!â you grab your keys scurrying out of the shop, eager for the next time you get to see her.
ÖŽÖ¶ÖžËÖŽ đ§Ë mechanic!sevika who grunts and groans whenever she comes across a tough screw. opting to use her mechanic arm to unscrew whatever is keeping her from the problem area. muttering to herself,
âmmhâfuck! tough ass bolt,â âŠ. ânghâŠgoddamn itâŠâ
ÖŽÖ¶ÖžËÖŽ đ§Ë mechanic!sevika runs her own shop with about four employees so most nights itâs just you and her. she plays soft rock music while she works on your car. you watch her legs from under your car, catching a glimpse of her strong arm every now and then. the sight makes you clench your legs together.
sevika has a sixth sense for you at this point, she peaks from underneath the vehicle, quietly watching you squeeze your plush legs together. it couldnât be coincidence that you always wore short skirts when you came to get your car worked onâŠ
once sheâs done, sevika rolls out from under your car, grunting as she stands. âall done, dâyou have any questions?â
she towers over you in your seated position. you canât help but stare at her beefy chest and grease-stained shirt. sevika raises an eyebrow.
âup here, girl.â
instinctively you look up.
âgood girl, now did you have any questions?â
you struggle to maintain eye contact, itâs no use anyway, the way your voice quivers completely gives you away.
âuhm⊠no, thanks a-again!â you stand to take your keys and scurry as usual, but sevika uses her mechanic arm to pin your body against the wall.
âyou sure? nothing else i can help you with?â she draws out her words teasingly.
ÖŽÖ¶ÖžËÖŽ đ§Ë mechanic!sevika who now has you propped up on her work bench, miscellaneous tools and parts discarded across the concrete floor.
sevika mercilessly drills into your leaking pussy, her pace is relentless yet you donât dare to tell her to stop. youâve dreamt about her bullying your pussy like this far too long to let it stop.
sevikaâs thick strap completely fills you up, leaving you speechless at the borderline overwhelming sensation. you weakly grab at her wife pleaser, your back arching against her chest.
âthatâs right,â sevika deeply huffs in your ear, âdoing so so good for me, keep it up pretty girlâŠâ
oh man Iâd hate it if someone đđđđđđ babied me đđđđđđđ or praised me đđđđđđđđđ no stopppp i said Iâd hate it đđđđđđđđđ
NSFW ă ghostface, mask during sex, slight tension, sex while standing, clothed sex, strap, sevikaâs packing, daddy kink, dirty talk, begging, groping, panties torn, impact play/spanking, knife play, mild bleeding, orgasm control, threat kink, mild degradation if even
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Youâd been begging Sevika all September to dress up as ghostface for Halloween, but Sevika always refused. âWhy?â You whined and rolled to the other side of the couch making Sevika chuckle under her breath. She reached her flesh arm out, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you back against her chest. She pressed a kiss to your head and whispered, âI donât do Halloween. My face is enough.â
âYou idiot.â You playfully hit her shoulder, leaning your head against her chest, âbut please?â
Sevika didnât answer.
Next morning, you reached out to feel your wife on the other side of the bed only to find nothing there. You frowned and got up. She was gone for work already, it was barely even eight in the morning. You sighed softly and plopped back onto the pillows. You could practically hear the teasing rasp of Sevikaâs voice echoing in your head. âMy face is enough.â Yeah, well, her face was enoughâ too much sometimes. It was ridiculous how she could make you blush with a single smirk.
Still, you wanted your ghostface moment.
You eventually dragged yourself out of bed, padding to the kitchen in one of her shirts âway too big, of course. The scent of her cologne clung to it, and you hummed quietly as you made coffee, pretending you werenât sulking. By the time night fell, youâd kind of given up on the idea.
Sevika hadnât gotten home yet. Youâd dropped her a textâ then two. But she wasnât seeing your messages. You were getting a little worried, laying there on the couch with the throw blanket burrito-ed around your frame. You had your phone in both hands as you furiously typed outâ
If you donât get your ass back home in the next one hour youâre sleeping on the couch. And no, we wonât have couch sex.
You waited. She didnât reply and now you were starting to get worried. You rolled, turned the channels of the TV and prayed to Janna she was okay only that there was no sign of your wife. It was ten minutes past one in the morning and tears of sleepiness were blurring your vision but the gnawing worry for your wife wouldnât leave your chest. How could it? How could you expect it to?
The light flickered. Your frown deepened and you reached overâ flicking the lamp off and turned the overhead lights on instead. You leaned against the back of the couch, feeling a little more wary than before as you clutched your phone close. You texted her againâ
Come back soon, please. Iâm getting a little paranoid.
Delivered. Unseen.
You scoffed a little, turning your phone off and cradling your head in your hands with a soft groan. You missed your wife and it wasn't helping that it was past midnight when the lights decided to give you a little scare. The distant creaking of the windows against the wind outside wasnât helping either. With a sigh, you got upâ and all the lights went out.
Great.
Electricity was out. Your heartbeat jumped to a fast rhythm, you grabbed your phone and turned the flash on. You were rooted to one spot, the dark was definitely playing with your vision because you were scared as fuck now.
You moved slowly, deliberate steps against the wooden floorboards. You just needed to make it to the balcony where the neon lights of the Undercity seeped in the bedroom.
A loud knock tore you out of your determination. Your back hit the wall. What the hell was that? The knocking got more violentâ slamming against the door now. Your heart was racing. âOh god, oh fuck noâŠâ your breath hitched.
You looked around. Anything big, anything bluntâ anything you could use as a weapon.
But before you could find anything the door clickedâ knob twisting.
It creaked open revealing a figureâ all six feet of them draped in dark clothes, a ghostface mask obstructing their faceâ thatâs when it hit you.
Sevika.
The figureâ or rather, Sevikaâ stepped closer, letting the door swing shut behind her. She tilted her head slowly.
Your chest was heaving, breath caught in your throat. âVika..?â
As if the name triggered a spark in her, she crossed the hall with quick stridesâ pinning you to the wall, her flesh hand gripping your waist tightly. âThatâs my girl. Recognise me even behind the fucking mask.â Her voice was slightly muffled, nevertheless still your wifeâs voice.
âWhatâre you doing here like this?â Embarrassment caused your cheeks to redden as you wrapped your arms around her too.
âThought Iâd surprise you and your ghostface obsession.â She pressed the bulge of your crotch against your front making you freeze.
âYouâre packingâŠâ
Sevika didnât answer, she grabbed your waist a little tighter before rasping out, âturn around.â
You did, hands on the wall and your ass pushed out. Sevika grabbed your panties, ripping them right off making you gasp.
âVika!?â
âDonât speak now.â Sevika pushed the shirt over your waist to reveal the curve of your ass. âUnless itâs you moaning my name.â
She unzipped her pants to let the silicone cock rub against your pussy lips. You let out a shuddering moan. âOh my god⊠SevikaâŠâ
âDonât use my name.â Sevika growled, pressing a few inches in you.
âH-hhngh⊠daddyâŠâ
âYou wanna call a killer âdaddyâ?â Sevikaâs flesh hand grabbed your breast, squeezing it. âWhat a filthy girl, hmm?â
âI donât⊠I⊠daddy, please, donât tease me, itâs late and I missed you and Iâve been waitingâŠâ
Sevikaâs gaze on you softened, she smiled behind the mask. âBeen a good girl, eh?â She pushed inside a little more, earning a small mewl as you nodded.
âI haveâŠâ
âAlright then.â She slammed herself inside all the way. âThen take me like a champ.â
Your fingers pressed hard against the wall as Sevika thrusted in you sloppily. You both were in the dark in the hallway of the apartment, pressed against the wall as she drilled her strap into your tight pussy. Your moans were babbled out, small, broken chants of âdaddyâ slipping past your saliva-glossy lips.
Sevika squeezed the fat of your ass before she brought her hand back andâ smack. âYouâre so fucking beautiful from this angle, youââ thrust. âHaveââ thrust. âNoââ thrust. âIdea.â Sevika groaned.
Your pussy stretched around the cock, knees buckling before you forced your legs to be straight to support your weight. The way she fucked was animalistic. It had always been that way but it never made you any less sore every time she fucked you like a wolf in heat. A small whine tore from your throat.
Your entire body trembled when you felt her press something against your neck from the sideâ something cold, something metallic.
A knife.
âDonât cum before me.â She growled out, voice low, voice deep in a way that threatened to push you over the edge without realisation.
âDaddy,â you gasped softly, but then it turned into a pornographic sound when she slammed herself back inside to the hilt.
âDonât you dare cum before me.â She pressed the knife to your skin harder, not enough to cut but enough to intimidate.
âI wonât, daddy, I wonât!â
Sevika chuckled, the sound was sadistic, even the mask couldnât muffle the way she enjoyed your panic. The base of the cock ground itself mercilessly on Sevikaâs fat clit. Her cockhead rammed over and over against your g-spot as if she was intentionally abusing it to test your self-control. Truth be told you didnât have an ounce of self-restraint and if there wasnât a knife held to your throat, youâd probably cum all over her dick like a cheap slut. But the weapon made holding back a hundred times more thrilling and mandatory.
âDonât think I can⊠donât think I can hold it anymore. I really⊠IâŠâ your eyes rolled into the back of your head.
Sevika pulled the blade back to leave a very thin line on your shoulder blade. Your eyes widened, it stung a little. She pressed the flat surface of the blade, where there was only a little droplet of your blood, to your cheekâ wiping it against your face. âDonât test me.â
You didnât want to. So you clenched up, and held. âIâm tryingâŠâ
âWell? Try harder.â Smack, smack, smack.
Your eyes squeezed shut. âI justâ daddy, oh god!â Your pussy squeezed against and you felt Sevikaâs grip on you tighten before she went still for a second.
âCum fâme, now.â Sevika pulled herself back, the bulbous head dragging along your sore, wet entrance as you came undone.
âAh!â unghhhâŠâ Your legs felt like jelly under your body weight, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat as you breathed heavily. âSevikaâŠâ
âThere you go, baby, you did so well.â She took the mask off, a faint sheen of sweat covering her face but that didnât matter when she pulled the toy out of you and kissed your forehead reassuringly. âYou took me so well, baby, Iâm so proud.â She smiled a little, just very faintly.
âDid you⊠did you like that too?â
âWhich part? Getting to scare you, or getting to fuck you in a mask?â
You swatted her arm playfully. âIdiotâŠâ
âYou love me.â She chuckled, picking you up bridal style with ease. She carried you to the bedroom despite the dark, she knew her way around the shared apartment like second nature. She placed you in bed, stroking your damp hair back. âAnd it was fucking you in a mask, by the way.â
Your cheeks reddened. âOhâŠâ you stifled a giggle behind your hand. âDoes that mean weâll do that again?â
Sevika didnât answer, she just smirked before slowly slipping it back on. âOn your knees.â
pussy inspections where i hold her legs open and make her touch herself for me and every time she makes herself cum i stick my fingers in her to see if i think she's ready for me to fuck her yet. she's not, by the way. not yet. she's gonna need to give me one more, at least.
