౨ৎ older!sevika x controversially younger!reader ❜
── ♡ synopsis: the scariest woman of zaun has been leashed by none other than you.
── ♡ cw: big age gap, banter, sevika has tattoo(s) older than reader, sensitive!reader, pwp, insecure!sevika, petnames (sweetheart, babyface, angel, sweetheart), strap usage, biting, nipple play, getting interrupted mid-sex, secret relationship, cuddles post-sex
── ♡ note: looking for author mooties!
“You don’t understand.”
You didn’t look away, you just smirked. “I think I do understand.”
“No, you don’t.” Sevika got up, “my tattoo’s older than you,” she said, referring to her forearm.
Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.
“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.
Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”
“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”
“You.”
Her reply pissed you off even more.
“Listen here, you—”
Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.
It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.
“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”
You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.
“But I can.”
“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”
Your cheeks went bright red.
“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”
You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.
You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.
But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.
So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—
“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.
Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”
You huffed. She continued on;
“—and it ain’t me.”
“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”
“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.
Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”
You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”
You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.
The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.
Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.
The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.
When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.
Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.
The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.
“Kiddo.” she called.
You didn’t look back.
She sighed. “Sweetheart.”
You stopped walking.
“What do you want?”
Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”
You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”
“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”
Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.
What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.
You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”
“Wait—”
“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”
“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.
Maybe she liked it.
“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”
You crossed your arms, raising a brow.
Sevika stared.
“Well?”
“Say the magic word.”
“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”
You smiled—slow, almost sensual.
“Good girl.”
You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.
“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”
Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”
“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.
Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.
But it also intrigued her.
It intrigued a big part of her.
The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.
The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.
So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.
The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.
You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—
“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”
Sevika looked over at you.
“Other side?”
“Piltover.”
“Oh.”
Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;
“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”
You smiled a little.
“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”
Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.
Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.
“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”
“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”
Sevika went silent.
This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.
Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.
Sevika watched you with amused eyes.
“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.
It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.
“I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.
“You always say that out loud?”
Sevika blushed.
“No…”
You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.
You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.
“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.
“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.
You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.
“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”
“And who’s stopping me?”
Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.
“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.
“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”
She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.
Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”
“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”
Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.
“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”
Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.
Every scar told a story.
And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.
Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.
“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”
She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.
“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”
Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.
The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.
“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”
You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.
Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.
“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.
“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”
Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.
“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.
You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.
The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.
Being full felt good.
Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”
You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”
She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.
“They’ll come for you, dollface.”
“Sevika…?”
Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.
Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.
“Are you expecting visitors—?”
“No. Don’t come out.”
Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.
“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.
Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.
“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”
You heard a gruff male voice say.
Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”
You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.
You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.
Then you walked out.
“Who’s at the door?”
“Nobody.”
Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.
“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”
“Go back inside.” She snapped.
You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.
You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.
She was fuming.
“I told you to stay inside.”
“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”
“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.
You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.
Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?
You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.
“Sev?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”
“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”
Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
You looked.
“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”
You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”
Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”
Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Are you gonna do this forever?”
“What?”
“Hiding me from the world?”
Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.
“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”
“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”
“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.
Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”
“Alright, grandma.”
Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.
“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”
You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”
Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.
“aww, look at you. can’t even hold a single thought can you? so pretty when you’re like this.”
you’d been trying so hard to stay present. answering my questions. keeping up with me. doing so well for a while. and then somewhere along the way something just…shifted. the answers got slower. the sentences shorter. until eventually there was nothing left. just you looking up at me with those glazed pretty eyes and your mouth slightly open and not a single word behind it.
pressing my fingers to your lips. watching you take them without thinking. no hesitation. your mouth opening and accepting them naturally. sucking soft and slow and steady while i watch what’s left of you settle.
“can you tell me my name?”
watching you try. genuinely try. brow furrowing. tongue still moving around my fingers. searching for something that was right there an hour ago and isn’t anymore. a small frustrated sound building in your throat when it doesn’t come.
“hey.” so soft. stroking your cheek with my free hand. “it’s okay. you don’t need to find it. i’ve got you. you don’t have to think anymore.”
watching that frustration dissolve. watching your whole body exhale something it had been holding without knowing it. eyes going even more glassy. shoulders dropping. surrendering to it.
“there you are.”
starting to move against you slowly. feeling you respond immediately. hips tilting up without any instruction. body so far ahead of your brain right now. knowing exactly what it needs even when you don’t have the words for it anymore.
“look at how well you’re taking it. you’re doing so perfectly.”
a moan around my fingers. low and helpless and so unguarded. hips starting to roll. chasing the feeling without even realizing you’re doing it.
“that’s it. don’t think. don’t try. you don’t have to do anything except feel good and stay right here with me. that’s your only job right now. can you do that?”
a small nod. barely. eyes half closed. not sure you even fully understood the question but trusting me anyway. following anyway.
going deeper. watching your eyes flutter. watching tears start to slide down without any warning. not from pain. not from anything bad. just from how much it all is. how overwhelming. how good. how safe it feels to be this far gone with someone who has you completely.
“i know. i know baby. you’re okay. i’ve got you. you’re so good. so so good.”
you making a broken sound around my fingers. hips moving more desperately now. chasing it. needing it. not even aware of how beautiful you look right now. L
“that’s it. you’re doing so well. i’m so proud of you.”
feeling you clench around me. feeling how close you are. keeping the same pace. making you feel every single second of it.
“stay with me. right here. eyes on me.”
your eyes finding mine. barely focusing. so glassy. so soft. so completely empty of everything except feeling.
“good girl. there you are. i’ve got you.”
finishing with my fingers on your tongue and your whole body shaking. a sound you couldn’t have held back if you tried. hips stuttering. fingers gripping my arm. riding it out without any grace or composure left.
staying right there through every second of it. not moving. not pulling away. letting you have all of it.
after. when the shaking slows. when your grip loosens. when your breathing starts to find its way back.
pulling my fingers away slowly. watching you chase them slightly before catching yourself. pressing a soft kiss to your lips instead.
“hi pretty girl.”
nothing back. just a small sound. eyes still glassy. still not quite here.
“that’s okay. you don’t have to be back yet.”
pulling you close. your face finding my neck immediately. hands gripping my shirt loosely.
wrapping both arms around you. holding you warm and steady while you come back slowly.
pressing kisses to your hair. your forehead. both of your cheeks.
“such a good bunny. so perfect. i’m so proud of you. you did so well for me.”
you making the softest sound against my neck. pressing closer.
not back yet. not needing to be.
keeping you warm. keeping you close. keeping you safe and completely taken care of.
stalker! Sevika, who briefly sees you walking out of a vintage shop while she’s running errands, and finds herself enamored at first sight with you. Following you for a good hour while you walked and walked, finally turning to some dingy apartment that looked like it was about to fall apart at any second.
stalker! Sevika, who learns your routine by the third week of trailing behind you, and you oh so naively, leading her to your work, your coffee shop, and your friend's place, until she gets it all down. By the second attempt to break into your place, she jumps for joy when the lock finally clicks.
stalker! Sevikaa, who takes your dirty and clean underwear for herself, and looks through all your shit, thinking about how good she'd treat you if you just let her. How she would never let you work a day in your life, and can give you a better place to live, if you just let her through?
stalker! Sevika, who finally gets the courage to talk to you when you're at work, bullshitting her way into an hour-long conversation with you, after lying about how she couldn't find a book about architecture. Her spine shudders, and when she notices the blush on her face when you begin to talk to her, she decides right then and there that she needs to have you.
stalker! Sevika, who spends weeks watching and planning until it's a late Friday night, and while you're walking home alone. She's cornering you, rendering you limp on her arm, and carries you inside her house, down to her basement, where she’s carefully replicated your room and bathroom.
"Shh, it's okay, bunny. I got you, I won't hurt you." She whispered, stronger's trailing down your limp frame, nose leaning down to smell the scent of honey and strawberry shampoo.
stalker! Sevika, who calms you down when you first wake up, fat tears trailing down your cheek as you're shaking in the room that looks so much like yours. She approaches you softly, and despite how shaky and scared you are, she calms you down, giving you all your favorite snacks and treats, until you are lying on the bed, softly hiccuping.
"Are you going to hurt me?" you ask, shakily munching on the salt pretzels while she's at the end of the bed, watching you.
Her eyebrows furrow, and she looks mildly offended, "No...I–I would never do that. I’m going to keep you safe, bunny.”
When she leaves, you feel the urge to cry, yet you don’t, falling asleep looking at the closed door, seeing her footsteps behind the door. An eerie calmness circles around the pit of your stomach, and somehow, you feel much safer in this faux room of yours than in your actual apartment.
stalker! Sevika, who pays the deposit to move out of your apartment, and brings everything back to her place, under the pretense that you’re her girlfriend and that you’re sick.
She cooks you, every meal you like, with the exact food brands you like, nearly altering everything she eats. And you can’t help but feel really fucking good, and taken care of when she brings you clothing, and gives you food, and brings you the CD’s you want of every old movie you like to watch on repeat.
stalker! Sevika, who always respects your space and never tries to touch, until you’re watching The Tenant and you crawl to her, placing your cheek on her lap, and she finally touches your face, hand patting your head. You fall asleep like that, the thick metal resting on your ankle, and she moves you, putting you in the position she always sees you sleep in.
stalker! Sevika, who watches your sleep through the camera and one day finds you with your shorts to your ankle, fingers rubbing your puffy, swollen clit, while you suck on your fingers, rubbing yourself dumb. She watches you shake, back arching into the bed, while spit dribbles down your chin. It’s overwhelming, watching you and hearing your little whines, but not touching your pretty, soft skin.
“Fuck,” she shudders out, hands traveling down her pants. She can only imagine how you’d cry when she finally gets to touch you. Her fingers circle her own clit, rubbing at the same pace your hands move, until her stomach tightens and she’s watching you cum with a tiny sob.
“Sevika,” You mewl, spine tightening, until you are clasping your thighs, slick pouring onto the sheets. Sevika, who cums at the same time as you, and spends a good thirty minutes watching you whimper softly, guilt painted on your face as you wobbly clean yourself up.
stalker! Sevika, who falls asleep with you one night, while you’re watching some cliche action movie. You freeze, hearing her soft snore in your ear, and heat builds in your stomach as you turn your head, placing a soft kiss on her lips. You feel sick, but so so dizzy, so you push your lips on her again, until your tongue darts to her lower lip. You only stop when she stops snoring for a second, panicked that you’ve been caught.
stalker! Sevika, who WATCHES the tape of you kissing her, and nearly feels her heart leap into her ass, because her pretty bunny is so needy for her, and can’t help herself. So she rewards you with sweet treats you barely give yourself, watching you preen at her as you stuff yourself full, sometimes offering her some.
stalker! Sevika, who nearly falls on her ass when she finally takes the chain off your ankles, and you corner her, asking her why she doesn’t touch you. You straddle her lap, whining and at her like a dog.
“Why won’t you touch me?” You ask, hands cupping her chest, kneading the skin. Warmth spreads across you, and your hips buck against her lap.
Sevika exhales sharply, “Bunny, don’t–I’m trying to be respectful.” Though she knows that’s fucking stupid, given the fact that she kidnapped you and stuffed you in her basement.
You pout at her, taking off your spaghetti strap shirt, and she moves her head, as your boobs settle right in front of her face. “Please,” and Sevika is trying so hard to remain respectful despite always watching you sleep and wondering how your skin tastes in her mouth.
stalker! Sevika, who finally breaks, and eats your pussy until you’re a sobbing mess, whining and whimpering while she licks your big puffy clit, groaning and moaning against the thick curly hair of your mound. She watches you cum on her mouth, disregarding her clothing, and crawling up to your face.
“F–fuck, that’s my good bunny, open your mouth.” She groans, putting half of her weight on your face.
You let her fuck your face, tongue tasting the tangy saltiness of her pussy, as you lap her clit, hips bucking into the air, because god, it feels so good and you’re nearly suffocating. “So good,” you whine against her. A rush of pleasure curls against your spine while she uses your face, and you lie there, face all wet until she cums.
You barely catch your breath, body all wrung out and sleep, before she’s opening your legs again, positoning herself until her clit is against yours, and she’s grinding down, making your pussies kiss in a mess of slick and spit combined. Overstimulation makes you cry harder, hot, fat tears down your cheeks, while your body is covered in sweat.
“One more baby,” she coaxes softly, grinding harder, while your nails dig into her skin, “Does it feel good?”
And you try nodding, eyes fluttering open and closed, pleasure seeping into every crevice of your brain, until you can’t do anything but grind back on her. She smiles, “Aww, my bunny got too pussy-drunk to speak?” And she gets so mean and condescending, all the while praising you and calling you her sweet, bunny.
stalker! Sevika, who finally lets you out of the basement and lets you sleep in her bed, but only if you don’t wear underwear. And every day, just hours before she goes to work, her hands snake down your thighs, fingers sliding into your wet folds until you meekly push her away and cry, telling her it’s too much. She kisses your tears away, so eagerly, bringing you to the edge of pleasure, leaving your clit swollen and puffy just before she leaves.
stalker! Sevika, who eats everything you cook for her, and makes you sit on her lap while you tell her about your day, despite not leaving the house. She listens to you ramble and ramble, then watches movies with you, until you’re too sleepy to move, and carries you into the room, taking off your clothing and tucking you in.
yes yes, sue me I have a thing for perv stalker Sevika. SUE MEE
first drabble but i am sure i am using the wrong term, cause is kind of longer than 100 words....but whatever!!
Ty for reading :P
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Butches who moan, and I mean really moan with their whole chests! Butches who whimper and breathe heavy, butches who whine and swear.
Butches who say “I’m gunna cum inside you,” Butches who say “I’m gunna knock you up baby.” Butches who keep the strap inside when they cum because they’re determine to fill you up.
butch who just handles things. “we have a dinner reservation at 7:00, wear your pink dress,” (their tie matches my outfit). butch who pushes the cart when we are at the store. butch who handles all the cooking when I’m stressed out. butch who sets up birdfeeders so I have pretty birds to look at. butch who does my oil changes.
you’re getting a femme who walks around the house in slutty lingerie. you’re getting lipstick stains from all my kisses. you’re getting your dick sucked. you’re getting whatever you want.
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