I want a butch to fuck me like it's their special interest, learn every little place to touch me, every sound I make, the perfect way to make me cum quick, the perfect way to tease it out of me. I want them to do their research! Scrolling on tumblr to find new things to try out, buying new toys, folding me in new positions, looking up new kinks to test out.
what do you MEAN you dont like pervy femmes? femmes who get wet when you call them good, or get all excited when they smell your cologne? you dont like femmes who stalk your profile when they miss you and cant wait for you to tell them where to touch themselves at your command? oookayyy your loss...
cw: 18+, voyeurism, masturbation, restraints, use of toys, exhibitionism, recording, a lot of kinky stuff.
𝜗𝜚 voyeur!sevika who… sits back with her thighs spread, two fingers knuckle-deep in her soaked cunt while she watches you peel your clothes off after a long day. She strokes herself in time with your movements, metal arm creaking against the chair as she grips it too hard. She doesn’t step in until she’s dripping down her thighs.
𝜗𝜚 voyeur!sevika who… lingers in the doorway while you take a bath, one hand rubbing her clit so hard her hips buck with every pull. She waits until your eyes flutter shut from the heat, then slides into the tub still half-dressed, rough fabric grazing your soft skin. She presses her cunt against your thigh, using you like a toy while she pants against your ear, whispering how fucking good you look for her.
𝜗𝜚 voyeur!sevika who… hides in the shadows of the room, watching you finger yourself slow and messy on the sheets. Her metal hand is clenched into a fist to keep from storming over immediately, while her flesh hand works her clit fast enough to make her whole body tremble. She edges herself three, four times just to drag it out, before finally stalking forward, pinning your wrists, and fucking her soaked thigh between your legs until you both cum against each other.
𝜗𝜚 voyeur!sevika who… keeps you tied up, blindfolded, and spread across the bed. not because she wants to torture you, but because she wants to sit back and watch. She drags a vibrator over her own swollen cunt while she watches you squirm and gasp under the buzzing one strapped against your clit. She doesn’t touch you at all, not until she’s soaked the sheets beneath her from cumming over and over at the sight of you losing your mind.
𝜗𝜚 voyeur!sevika who… smokes while watching you sleep, bare cunt grinding slow against the arm of a chair. Her voice shivers every time she drags in a breath, a sharp grin crossing her features as she stares at your chest rising and falling. She always finishes herself this way, slicking up her fingers until she can’t stop shaking, then smearing her mess on your thighs so you wake up sticky without knowing what she did to you.
𝜗𝜚 voyeur!sevika who… watches you from across the tavern, grinding her cunt against the edge of the booth while everyone else is distracted by their drinks. You don’t even know she’s staring holes through your body, wetting herself down to the seat. By the time she drags you home, she reeks of sex and need, throwing you down on the bed and scissoring you like she is in heat.
𝜗𝜚 voyeur!sevika who… sets up a mirror just to watch you ride her. She leans back with her head tilted, watching your soaked cunt bounce on her strap. Every time you whimper, she grinds up harder, making sure you don’t look away from the mirror until you are cumming so hard your thighs quake.
𝜗𝜚 voyeur!sevika who… records herself touching her pussy while watching you undress. Later, she straps you down and plays the footage right in front of your face. Sevika sprawled out, grinding and begging for you without you even knowing. She gets off to your reaction, rubbing her swollen clit against yours while whispering in your ear, “See how fucking pathetic I am for you?”
The urge to hold down her hips and fuck her through her orgasm, listening to her pretty cries as I turn her into my mindless little slut with my strap.
"hey hachi, no matter how much or how often people hurt each other, loving someone is never a waste. that love letter you left for me back then, i still cherish it."
i think that sevika doesn’t know how sexy she is. she’s so muscular and tall and beautiful with gorgeous eyes. but all she really sees when she looks in the mirror is someone who serves. serves silco. serves zaun. serves her desires. but she’s never the object of anyone’s desires. she would serve her girlfriend though. but she’s never had a partner. she’s had flings n visited the brothel hundreds of times but she's never had an equal. no one to tell her how deeply attractive she is.
⤷ synopsis: No matter how many times you showed faux interest in Sevika, you shut her down playfully with teasing outrage at her audacity just so you could see this hefty woman pine after you. But when she eventually get’s her hands onto you, maybe just this time, you let her have you.
⤷ Cw: Female!reader x Sevika, pining, smut, teasing, reader kinda cocky, spanking, (all r!receiving), biting, slight bondage with Sevika’s belt, strap usage, fingering, fucking in the bar after it’s closed, ‘everyone. out’ scene ykwim but reader is getting it on, dirty talk, nicknames used such as; doll, babydoll, love, etc.
⤷ A/N: Ahem…so sorry about the false fanfic last time guys 🥹 thanks for not slaughtering me ig (some of you did)…this is my apology heh—ALSO, I’m making a tag list, you can find that here, comment if you want to be added.
⤷ Wc: 2.5k
“You plan on being stubborn today, doll?”
Your laugh in response told Sevika everything she had to know. You were planning on being a game of chess; no matter how many times she played against you, the outcome always stayed the same. A control variable she didn’t know how to handle, clearly.
She was used to commanding attention, used to an air of indifference where others would fawn after her, so when you didn’t snap under her facade of toughness, you became an uncracked addiction that held weight over her lonely nights at the bar.
This game of cat and mouse had all started on an average day for Sevika. The bar was a low hum of regular barfly’s nursing their drinks; the air stale with what could only be described as a loathsome, grotesque, stench of sweat conjoined with steamy breaths.
And despite the grime of it all, familiarity and routine washed over her and she still ordered her usual, still hoarded her drink close to her chest, and still eyed you out of the corner of her eye whenever you made yourself known.
You had become a well-acquainted visitor with the last drop—but it’s not like Sevika wouldn’t have not noticed that. No. Sevika was keen. sharp. Attentive in the way her eyes caressed the way your hips snapped with every step you took.
It was hypnotising that the beat of your hips was pathetically causing a rapt onto her heart as if your body was electrifying her own into resonating with yours.
And with the way you eye-fucked her at the bar, moving your lips into an adorably-sweet smirk that reeked of faux innocence, she just had to have her way with you, whether it took weeks or fucking months, something told her you were worth waiting for.
Even so—you left the poor woman starved of your attention and even in your constant state of rejecting her advances, you offered your pearl of what really was hidden beneath the oyster whenever the alcohol loosened your tongue.
A form of intimacy you didn't mind sharing with her.
But even if you wanted her, the game you were playing didn’t allow her to go get close enough to satiate her desire for you, no matter if your panties soaked at the thought of this stoutly woman pining after you.
And each time you saw her, you made sure she knew that, like a divine punishment reserved only for her with your own agenda.
Like now, her question reverberates laps inside of your mind as your snicker echoed dauntingly into the chambers of her mind.
“Stubborn?” you scoffed, tongue poking the edge of your cheek in false pondering. “Maybe I’m just…picky.” You hummed, finger tracing the rim of your glass.
Picky. Sure. Because the way you were eyeing the zipper on her trousers had Sevika sure she was close to breaking you in. You couldn’t help it though, you could almost see the bulge pressing against the front of her, drawing all your attention to it with suspicious eyes.
“Good thing I learned patience.” Unlike that sturdy pink-haired woman who never seemed to learn patience, Vi.
You swivelled on the stool, the chair creaking under your weight as you turned to face her with narrowed eyes and a goading tilt of your head.
“You could have anyone you want,” You started, fingers dancing impatiently against the bar as you could feel the consequences of your own teasing arousing your body into thinking things you tried to contain. “And yet you’re set on me…”
“Get to your point.” Her tone was gruff, the cigar hanging between her plushy lips igniting under her hardened gaze.
“What if I let you have me, what would you do?” Invitingly, your legs parted as a silent encouragement that your words weren’t just a question but a request.
Her grey-slated eyes seem to narrow even further into slits, a low animalistic warning simmering beneath them. Could you really blame the poor women? She had waited for months, and now you were teasing your apple to her, a starved woman…
Now that, was perilous.
“You’re serious?” A silent promise wafted beneath those stormy irises, and your fingers marched to the tips of her collarbone, straightening out the collar of the un-ironed top she wore.
It suddenly felt like every eye in the bar had turned its way towards you, or more so, the nefarious woman known for her isolation suddenly caught being wrapped around your finger. The room suddenly felt tight. Controlled. A breath being held that even the walls stiffened in response.
“Deadly serious.” You turned back to the bar, the glow highlighting your features that relaxed under the taste of alcohol dimming into water—a point of no return when you were drinking.
You heard a hum, barely audible for you to pick up, a distant thought you didn’t realise would manifest into reality so quickly.
“Everyone, out.” A command that penetrated every conversation into stopping.
The clamour of noises subsided into one, conjoined silence. The walls finally unleashed a breath, the people glancing up at Sevika’s tone that washed out goons faster than an eye blink.
You looked over your shoulder with confusion—the bartender you were just about to call upon had scrambled without sparing you a glance, clearly rapt under Sevika’s words.
The bar became vacant quickly; the only sounds being the backdrop of electricity thumping to the beat of your heart, setting a pace of excitement with its unwavering neighbour, nervousness, softening the edges.
By then you could only make out Sevika’s figure approaching yours, steadfast in showing you exactly what you were missing by elongating her purgatory with your unrelenting teasing.
She stubbed her cigar out against the counter, paying no mind to the hissing noise eliciting from it, before grabbing your hips with an iron-grip, lifting you up against her as your legs instinctively wrapped around her torso.
“Sevika-”
“You finally letting me have you after I waited all these months?” She growled, her breath mixing with yours that tasted like bitter alcohol and something undeniably warm and inviting.
You caught your own, swiftly sucking in air through the gaps in your teeth as you faltered against her.
“Heh-you’re lucky, some people have to wait longer-” she silenced you when you were pushed against the table, the wood digging into your back at an awakes angle as your fingers grasped onto her shoulders.
“Some people?” A scoff left her mouth, more of a mocking snort if you counted the way her eyes rolled over your own with such exasperation. “I don’t know sweetheart, haven't seen anyone approach you while I had my eyes on you.”
Embarrassment knotted your features into scowling, the distraction causing you to miss her untying the leathery straps of her belt that clinked.
“Shut up.” You hissed, letting your hands fall behind you to grasp onto the edges of the table that was viscid against your fingers. She was standing in between your legs—her thick, brawny fingers set on unbuckling her belt, accompanied by her unzipping the tip of her jeans that echoed jarringly slow.
“Careful.” She warned, her gaze was one of a laser, locking onto its target with such precision it was like she was glancing down into a microscope with pure intensity.
Chucking the belt beside you, the reveal of the fact she had a strap harnessed around her hips made itself known from it springing upwards in neglect of her zipper.
It wasn’t anything short of monstrous—it was decorated like her aura had imprinted itself onto it. Laced with brown edges, mild spikes against the tips that made your mouth water voraciously.
You looked up swiftly, nails digging depths into the table where the belt was laying stiff beside you—
Well, it wasn’t anymore.
“Arms up, doll.” You didn’t have time to process its disappearance before leather kissed your wrists, arching your back forward as every movement lulled out of you was pulled by strings Sevika’s fingers snapped at.
A gasp was grasped from your throat, lungs squeezing as your ass wiggled against the table Sevika had you on. Said woman was smirking, devilishly, almost as if she had won the lottery in this filth of the undercity.
“Are we really doing this here-”
“Do you ever stop talkin?” She secured your waist underneath the weight of her arms, uneven exhales emitting from both of your torrid bodies that were rapt under the bar’s influence.
Words became shackled in your throat when she flipped you over, a smack rippling like waves through the air. It seemed like the woman had no mind in manhandling you, and her defined muscles had no problem in rustling your own into teetering.
Your ribs expanded in exertion at the breath you inhaled, a sharp sound that echoed like wind whistling through a gap in the window.
She had smacked you—a smack where her hand surely would have left ruby embarks implanted on your ass, one that was thinly covered by tights revealing more of your skin with Sevika’s daunting touches.
She had exactly where she wanted you.
Arms, tied in front of you, head low and heart stammering, akin to a shaky, jagged breath. Knees, bound to the table that ached from the solidity of it, legs parted where your gaping hole winked with cavernous to Sevika’s heedful gaze.
“Fuck…look at this pussy. Poor thing’s been waiting for this longer than I have.” A ghost of a smirk washed over her features, easy and lovable if it wasn’t for the reasoning behind it.
And everyone in the lanes knew if Sevika smirked, the next thing she did would be everything short of courteous.
Your throat felt like it was closing up, adrenaline coursing through your veins like a song blasting its rhythm that you could even taste how turned on you was.
“Sev…hurry.” You blurted out, the words feeling like thorns to your mouth the second you spoke them. The exact syllables repeated piteously inside your mind, chambering them into locks of mockingness.
“Hurry?” She snorted, lining up her fingers that seemed prodigious in contrast to your tiny hole that would’ve sucked them in nevertheless.
“Such a brat.” Her fingers pushed inside of you, pushing past your folds that enveloped her deliciously. “Would’ve thought you learned patience given you’re such a fuckin’ tease.”
Tears peppered your eyelashes as you felt the stretch of her fingers penetrating you. Sweet whines and hushed exhales of trying to steady the rhythm of your breathing filled the space between you.
And Sevika was loving every second of it, watching her fingers ease in and out of your sopping little cunt before hitting that one spot that made you feel galaxies away from where you actually were.
“S-Sev…” your murmur was more of a contained mewl, biting your bottom lip as you tried to push back against her.
How greedy of you. As if her fingers weren’t fulfilling you enough.
“If you can’t handle my fingers, how you gon’ handle my strap babydoll?” She cooed, tone raspy like pebbles cracking against the ground.
“I-I will sev…” An uncompromised promise that would have you choking your words later.
Your pussy squelched around her fingers, engulfing them like one would a popsicle on a balmy day. It was intoxicating, watching your esurient body take a part of her like a prehensile billionaire.
“Mm…sure,” Your body stiffed as it held its air against her fingers, before it took one conjoined breath as a moan escaped you. “Your mind's bigger than your pussy, love.”
Every movement of her fingers was like pulling on a rope. In and out, upwards and downwards, collectively reaching every angle she could and if that was just with her two digits—you were sure her strap would send your protesting knees to their demise.
“Please—Sevika…need you.” Your babbles were inconsistent against the weight of her hefty digits fingering you, fucking your little hole into preparation for her strap.
You didn’t have to wait, not like you made Sevika wait for months on end, because even then your pretty little cunt would drip dirty thoughts about something you wouldn’t allow.
She scoffed, one twinged with faux disdain and desire bordering onto pure yearning as her retreating fingers left you empty.
You grumbled in response, hands fighting the leather rubbing red blotches of irritation against your wrists that felt too good to actually burn.
“You need this, baby?” She levelled her strap with your trickling entrance, her hands gripping harshly onto your ass before she paused.
“Yes please…”
With the same force as beforehand, and one last smack on your ass that left you writhing and whining—she turned you onto your back again, her fingers working overtime in undoing your blouse.
You watched her grey eyes stay focused on the matter at hand, a breeze of zephyr hunting your bare chest after her initial ripping of your bra.
Lucky her, you were already too fucked out to scold her about it.
Besides, who would have time to think when her thumb was capturing your nipple into a heated kiss, while her other hands scorched over your thighs, hoisting legs over her shoulders carelessly.
The first thrust came hard and fast—unwavering like Sevika’s stature that was made from the violence of the undercity, one that was coerced into suffering was now bringing the utmost euphoria to you.
For a moment you couldn’t breathe from the length of the strap fulfilling you, a choked sound reverberating into a prolonged cry of pleasure that rippled your breasts into moving as Sevika settled into an unruly pace.
“Mhm-fuck-s..sev!” The sounds engulfing the empty bar echoed mockingly back at you, the walls sending their nosy glares your way.
You could feel every crevice her strap was hitting, electrified by the movement of her muscles that adorned every inch of her. And not once, did that damned smirk leave her face. In fact, it only grew with every noise stringing from you.
Sevika felt like she was in whatever heaven there was.
Finally having you—and this was the sight she was blessed with like the divine punishment had been repelled. Your breasts moved accordingly, fleshy sacks of meat that she stray her eyes away from. Your cunt, pooling rims around her strap as she got off on just the way you took every inch of her.
And the best part?
Your face. Knitted with euphoria like a sculpted angel, she couldn’t help but want more like a sickly urge to consume all of you had taken over her.
“Take it.” She grunted, her nails digging indents into your thighs as her movements stalked like a predator oozing into their prey.
“Feels-god-it feel’s good sev…” Your face scrunched into pleasure, your body overwhelmed with serene energy as the abuse on your pussy soaked her strap with your tears.
“I know, doll. Takin’ my cock so well aren’t you?”
And maybe this was your own apology for teasing this poor woman with nothing until now.
Tag list: @sevikas7princess, @ylxiru, @sxxphe, @1nternet-moth
