nsfw , fingerfucking , praise kink (a lil)
pairing: sevika x reader
wc: 1153
friday nights with your girlfriend were always a mix of either domestic or pure depravity. nothing in between.
you sat beside sevika on that worn out couch as usual, playing some mindless show on the television screen neither of you could focus on. early into the night, you both knew it wasn't going to just end up in cuddles.
not when after you finished washing up, you wore those godforsaken victoria secret lace panties under a loose shirt you stole from sevika. it was fucking temptation in human skin, padding around the place, waiting to be bend over and fucked. eaten out? totally. no questions asked.
but you insisted. batting those pretty lashes at sevika. she melted without putting up a fight, lifting you off your feet and settled you beside her on the couch. not even halfway through the movie—the title had just flashed on screen and not a single line had yet been uttered—her hands were already itching to your thighs.
hands skimmed the edge of your panties, you bolt right up, but sevika just snorted, told you it was the nerves.
nerves, your ass.
while the main character was spouting half-assed lines—you never did like that actor—sevika was already planning all kinds of different ways to ruin those tantalizing panties, show her your cunt and just bury her nose there until she chokes on your pussy.
if anything, sevika was just intentionally edging herself at this point, her eyes darted from your thighs to your chest then your face. it softened for a fraction. you noticed the lingering stare and pecked her lips.
“smells so good.” sevika mumbled against your lips and pressed her lips against the curve of your jaw, suckling a mark into your skin. “fuck, baby, do we really have to finish this?” sevika’s low groan reverberated on your body.
“they said it’s good.”
bullshit.
you both knew how the movie ended. a cliffhanger that blueballs those stupid enough to actually sit through the entire three hours of screaming clicker zombies. sevika could have done something more productive than this—it barely got past the flashback prologue—like maybe swallow your cries down her tongue like sweet nectar while her fingers stretch and fuck the tease out of you.
“you’re killing me here, babygirl,” she whispered into your neck, drowning in that pleasant scent as it ran down her spine while her hands skimmed lower. deeper. “c'mon." a finger tugged at your waistband, snapping it against your skin.
you yelped, stiffening under that touch. hands dragged up the curve of your waist, then your back.
fuck.
"vika." a needy whimper left your lips the moment sevika pushed the fabric aside, marveling at how you soaked through the lace in just mere minutes. "'s unfair."
sevika's lips pressed against your, her breathy laugh licking up a flame down your spine. this woman was making it harder for you to focus. you could already imagine her hands delving between your pussy folds, finding that little nub and relieving you of that ache.
"unfair?" she pressed another lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth. a warning, if anything, before she left a blooming mark on the juncture of your jaw while her fingers pressed against your hungry cunt. "y'know what's unfair, babygirl?"
she pulled her hand away from your needy heat, snapping the fabric back with a cruel smirk. "wearing that tempting number and not letting me touch. on your stomach, gorgeous."
the movie stayed forgotten on the screen.
your hands were braced against the armrest as sevika helped you lie comfortably on your stomach, steady palms guiding your hips to cant up to her hungry gaze.
"fuck, you look so beautiful, baby," she marveled, tracing her fingers down your trembling thighs before leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade. "stay like that for me, yeah?"
you could only reply with a soft, keen whimper, nodding your head as you wiggled your ass eagerly, pressing it against her calloused palms.
"just like that," she whispered sweet nothings into your ear as she finally dragged your underwear down. torturously, achingly slow. "god, look at you." she hissed, reaching down to part your ass, revealing that pretty hole, watching it clench around nothing. it makes her want to just shove her fingers into you without any preamble.
no. she wants to take it slow. gentle. just the way you like it. you always made the most adorable noises when her hands tenderly caressed your skin and her voice a low purr against your damp skin.
then you went ahead and let out the sweetest "please" known to mankind. sevika froze, hands hovering just right above your aching heat, and almost growled into the juncture of your neck and shoulders.
fuck tender.
sevika's hands sank into your tight heat without a second warning, pumping two fingers in and out. a filthy squelch filled the room as she prodded against your walls, searching, teasing, stretching in a way that had your back bowing off the couch with a ragged moan.
"shh, shh, babygirl, hey," she cooed softly, adding another digit like the other two weren't already driving you mad. "just like that, yeah..."
sevika has an ungodly amount of time imagining you like this. when she's at work, sitting at the dinner table while you prattle on about your favorite tv show. she just does, and when she finally has her hands on you?
it's explosive. a hurricane of need. pure, raw and unbridled need.
"vika!" you tapped on her forearm. your toes curled, hips canting and rolling into sevika's fingers as she worked you open. a string of incoherent babble left your lips.
you were so achingly close. you just need...
your vision swam. your body wringing from pleasure underneath your girlfriend, and you're pretty sure you're leaking like a puddle into the couch.
but she doesn't stop, even when you cry into the pillow, your hips canting wantonly into sevika’s hands. her hands pumped slowly into your cunt—squelch.
“fuck, you're leaking plenty.” she hissed, parting your ass to watch your hole swallow her greedily down to the knuckles.
“vika, vika—”
once you're fully sated, sevika finally lets your legs rest and your hips down. her large hands traced soothing motions up your thighs.
“you did so well for me, babygirl.” her voice a smooth purr down your spine as she carried you back to bed.
grabbing a wash cloth and a basin of warm water, sevika gently worked her way around your sticky thighs. a cheeky smile formed its way into her lips, an idea forming, and she gently spread your cheeks apart, brushing the warm cloth down the crack with a small laugh when you stiffened and turned around to glare at her over your shoulder.
apologizing, sevika pecked the corner of your jaw and laid you back down on your stomach, your face comfortably pressed against the pillow.
note: i swear wheni tell you guys i get embarrassed wrting smut im so fr
── ♡ synopsis: you both get caught in the rain, and she gives you her jacket.
── ♡ cw: playful banter, age gap, deep conversations, kissing, fingering, praise kink, oral, talking through it, cum licking, size kink
── ♡ note: im looking for writer mooties guys
“That ice cream was ridiculously expensive, you didn’t have to get me that.” and despite saying that you still licked the swirl on the cone.
“You deserve a sweet treat every now and then, I know how hard your parents are on you, kiddo.”
Sevika had always been like this.
Providing you with things you knew your parents would disapprove of but then again, your parents wouldn’t trust anyone more than her. She was your dad’s best friend, and helped in your parents’ wedding so much that she ended up becoming your emergency contact, in case you couldn’t get a hold of your parents at the moment.
But ever since you’d finished college, you’d started seeing her differently.
Yeah, Sevika never settled down with a woman.
You were aware of her hook-ups.
But somehow that made you feel jealous the more you thought about it. Her big, rough hands running down someone else’s body, kissing them with her pretty plump lips.
Oh, hell no.
“You’re really sweet to me.”
“Well,” Sevika shrugged, “you’re kinda my responsibility.”
You glanced.
“That’s all I am to you? Just responsibility?”
She barked a laugh, “where’re you gettin’ that from, kiddo?”
“Nowhere…” you muttered and quietly ate your ice cream.
“You can talk to me ’bout anything, y’know that, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
You both walked in silence. The busy city was filled with the sound of heavy traffic and people living their tireless lives. The sky was gray, the weather almost depressing if you hadn’t just had the best meal of your entire week—thanks to Sevika.
You looked at her.
Her short hair was tied in a ponytail today—which barely held the dark strands. Her dark clothes highlighted her sharp features and her biceps bulged the sleeves of her jacket.
You looked back at the road, biting into the side of the cone, “do you always dress in black?”
“... No? Why?”
“Nothing,” you spared her a judgemental look, “y’look good in black.”
“Why thank you.”
You felt your cheeks flush so you instantly avoided eye contact, and stared at the road with increased intensity.
“Looks like it’s gon’ rain.”
Sevika looked up at the sky, studying the way the clouds moved rather fast. You looked up as well, watching the sky with her.
“I like rain.”
“Yeah? Don’t jinx us.”
You rolled your eyes. “I fancy playing in the rain actually.”
“Sure, kid, but not right now.” Sevika said, voice serious, “I don’t want you getting sick.”
You laughed, “my immune system is stronger than that—”
“Doesn’t matter.”
You sighed, “arguing with you is like arguing with a wall.”
“Good. ’s supposed to be like that.”
You both went silent again. You finished your cone.
Then, you finally gathered the courage to ask:
“Sevika?”
“Hmm?”
“Why don’t you ever get a girlfriend?”
She didn’t answer.
You continued. “It’s not like you’re ugly. You could easily bag a hot chick.”
“I’m not good with commitment.”
You squinted. “Don’t you lie to me, old woman.”
Sevika feigned offense, hand on her heart, but a smile on her lips, “how dare you!”
You swatted her shoulder playfully, smiling as well, “tell me the truth!”
“Okay…”
She took a deep breath.
“I’m secretly straight.”
You almost tripped a step.
Sevika laughed. “The look on your face was fucking iconic!”
You stopped walking one hand on your hip, “Sevika, stop playing with me! Tell me the truth. Pretty please?”
One drop landed square on your forehead.
You blinked, eyebrows furrowed.
Then another drop. And another.
Then—it started raining.
Hard.
Not even a slight trickle.
Almost a thunderstorm.
Sevika looked down at your body. Your white top had stuck to your body instantly, you got drenched within five seconds under the rainwater. Your black bra showed through your top, and that blared alarms in Sevika’s head.
Without a single second of hesitation, she removed her leather jacket and draped it over your head.
You were practically drowning in it.
“Sev—!”
“Take it.”
“No, I don’t want it. I wanna play in the rain!” you were already tugging it off.
Sevika pursed her lips, annoyed, and pulled the front of the jacket over, buttoning it so you couldn’t take it off easily.
“Keep. It. On.”
You exhaled deeply, almost exaggeratedly.
“You’re gonna get sick,” Sevika said, softer now.
You swallowed. The moment felt oddly intimate.
Sevika snapped out of it. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”
You nodded and quietly followed her.
You both walked faster than before, almost jogging back home. Sevika used her spare key to click the lock open, pushing you inside first before getting inside herself. She was drenched from head to toe.
“Oh, you’re back,” your mom smiled, then looked at Sevika, “oh, no. You’re soaked. Do you need me to get you a—?”
“I got it.” you said quickly, “my room,” you told Sevika.
Sevika—a little confused now—followed you to your room, apologising to your mother briefly for leaving a trail of water on the floor.
“It’s no big deal.” Your mother mouthed to her before you both disappeared behind your bedroom door.
You closed it and gave Sevika a towel.
“You should get out of those clothes. They’re wet, you’re gonna get sick.”
“I’m gonna be fine.” Sevika said, patting her hair dry first.
“No, you won’t be. I listened to you back there on the road, didn’t I?”
“Barely—”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re not staying in wet clothes, Sev.”
“Okay, okay, fine.”
Sevika took off her clothes and wrapped her body in the bathrobe you passed to her. Rain pattered on your window. You finally took off Sevika’s soaked jacket and put it together with the rest of your clothes.
“Thanks… for what you did for me today.”
Sevika looked at you, confusion written across her face. “Huh?”
“The jacket,” you reminded her.
“Oh! Yeah. Sure, kiddo.”
A moment of silence.
Sevika tried not to get distracted by your lacy black bra staring at her through the see-through material of your damp white top.
You blinked. Then—looked down.
“Oh—”
And quickly turned away.
“Sorry… didn’t mean to flash you.”
Sevika looked away. “You’re all good…”
You quickly got a fresh set of clothes and went to the bathroom to change. You got out dressed in dry clothes, face still flushed from accidentally showing her what you did. You sat down beside her on the bed.
“So… what we were talking about before…” you said, slowly. An evil smile crept on your lips. “Why exactly are you single?”
Sevika facepalmed, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”
You grinned.
Sevika didn’t make eye contact. “I feel like love can easily turn into a weakness. At first, it’ll feel like rainbows and butterflies and then… things will eventually crash, and you’ll be devastated weeks, if not months.”
“But I don’t think that pattern follows in committed relationships, y’know compromise and stuff is like the basics of keeping a relationship.”
Sevika sighed. “If only it were that easy…” Sevika paused, “and to add to that, I’m not exactly young and meant for a long future.”
You scoffed, “you don’t know that. You could live like a 100 more years, and end up being like those toothless old great grandmas—”
Sevika threw a throw pillow at you. You giggled and caught it.
“You little shit,” Sevika muttered, catching the pillow and tossing it back at your face with far less mercy.
You squealed, nearly toppling off the bed as it smacked into you.
You narrowed your eyes. “See? This is why you’re single.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
You burst out laughing.
Everything in your bedroom—the smiles, the laughing, the banter. It felt personal. Intimate on a different level.
Something almost taboo considering how close she was to your parents.
“What you thinkin’ about, kiddo?”
You opened your mouth to answer but then the word just hit you wrong. Kiddo— it felt weird. Bad.
Misfitting considering your feelings for her.
You swallowed.
“Can you not call me that?”
Sevika tilted her head. “What, you suddenly hate it?”
“It just—... Doesn’t feel right.”
“You’re still younger than me.”
You couldn’t help taking advantage of where the conversation headed, “well, can’t blame me, you’ve been around since the dinosaurs.”
Sevika flicked her finger at your forehead.
“Ow!—hey!”
“Behave.” Sevika said in mock-anger.
You pouted, “so mean to me…”
A beat. You leaned back.
“So tell me, if love makes people weak, what’s the point of it?”
“Point of what?”
“Loving.”
“I guess some people think it’s worth the pain.”
You looked away for a second, “and you don’t?”
“I never said that.”
A pause.
“Sevika… did someone hurt you?”
You both held eye contact for a good five seconds. Sevika smiled, lopsided—suddenly all the years of experience and heartbreak evident on her face.
“Life hurt me, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart hit you the wrong way.
You stared at her.
Sevika clearly realized what she said a second too late because her jaw tightened almost instantly.
“… Don’t make that face.”
“What face?”
“That one.”
“What one?”
“The one where you look at me like I just hung the moon.”
Heat flooded your cheeks immediately.
“I do not look at you like that.”
“Mhm.”
You grabbed another pillow and hit her with it this time.
Sevika caught it easily with one hand.
Show off.
“You’re annoying,” you muttered.
“Yet you keep invitin’ me into your bedroom.”
Your breath caught.
The words hung there.
Sevika seemed to realize how that sounded immediately after saying it because she went strangely still.
The rain filled the silence.
You could hear your own pulse in your ears now.
“… You know that’s not what I meant,” Sevika said finally, voice lower.
“Yeah,” you answered softly.
But neither of you looked convinced. You bit your lip, swallowing and glancing down—Sevika’s lips looked so good.
Dark, matted. What if you wanted a taste? Just a little kiss. Just to smudge her dark lipstick a little.
Just a little…
Sevika cleared her throat.
“Have you… have you ever thought about that?”
“What “that”?”
Sevika paused, as if weighing her words. “Have you ever thought of me like that?”
Everything in your brain paused at once, you felt hyperaware of the sound of rain against glass.
Then, in a very soft voice you replied, “we shouldn’t…”
“I know,” Sevika said almost instantly, like she’d expected that reply from you.
An awkward pause.
Sevika laughed—nervous almost.
“Sorry, I made it weird, didn’t I—?”
You didn’t reply with words.
You leaned forwards, letting your lips graze herself just slightly before pressing against them—her hands automatically grabbed your waist to hold you in place as you kissed her. Your hands moved from holding balance on the mattress to Sevika’s shoulders, kissing her deeper.
One of your hands glided to the back of her neck, rubbing it. It made Sevika groan and her hands on your waist tugged you onto her lap. You plopped down easily—perfectly fitting on her lap as you continued kissing her, holding her face with both hands.
You both parted.
“This is so wrong…”
Sevika’s eyes flickered to your lips, then back at your eyes, “yeah—but fuck—”
And she kissed you again.
You held her tightly, your eyebrows curling upwards as you trembled from the intensity of her kiss. Her tongue slipped between your lips, dominating your mouth with ease.
“You gotta keep this a secret, sugar…” Sevika whispered into your mouth.
“I will,” you whispered back.
Sevika flipped you both, laying you on the mattress as she spread your legs slowly. She rubbed you through your pants first, enjoying the way your cheeks tinted red and you struggled to keep your little moans down.
Your eyes widened when she ran her hand over your clothed clit, making a small choked sound. Sevika pushed your shirt up enough to expose the waistband of your pants.
“I’m taking them off, okay?”
You gulped, “okay…”
Sevika pulled your pants and panties down, leaving your lower half bare. She spread your legs out properly and moaned at the sight alone.
“You’re so pretty here, baby…”
You clenched around nothing.
That was embarrassing.
Just how much effect her words had on you was so fucking embarrassing. You squeezed your eyes close, turning your head away.
“Please, fuck me.”
First, Sevika put two of her fingers—middle and ring—in her own mouth, withdrew the soaked digits and aligned them to your entrance. You whined softly feeling the tips of her fingers press in before she slowly pushed them inside.
Her fingers were thick, the slight callouses that ran down the length of her fingers creating a kind of texture that made your legs shake before she ever fingered you properly. She moved them—smiling at the way you struggle to contain yourself, your hips twitching and legs trying to close around her.
“Oh, baby,” Sevika leaned down, kissing your clothed chest and rising up until her lips brushed your collarbones and neck, “you’re so pretty like this, such a pretty little cunt stretching out on my fingers.”
You wrapped both arms around her, body moving against her fingers almost as if possessed.
“Need more, need… more,” you pleaded, head thrown back to reveal more of your neck.
Her thumb found your clit, circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip, teeth digging into the flesh to keep yourself from moaning out loud. Sevika was good at this—thanks to her untamed sexual history but you didn’t mind if that meant she was a beast in bed.
“Come on, squeeze me with that pussy, baby.”
“I—I can’t hold it…”
Sevika kissed you near the lips, letting her warm breath fan your face, “cum, sugar.”
Your eyes rolled back, only the whites of your eyes visible as your clear fluids ran down Sevika’s hand. She angled it in a way to make sure it landed mostly on her palm and not the bedsheets underneath. She leaned down, and cleaned you off with her mouth.
It was filthy—the way her nose nudged your clit, tongue lapping up your juices.
Sevika held your legs apart, teasing your overly sensitive pussy with her tongue, knowing fully well you’re overstimulated. But she enjoyed the little sounds you made.
Your heavy breathing filled the room as your hand weakly pushed at her head, “S-Sev, please, I can’t really—I can’t…”
But she was much bigger.
And she used that to her advantage, pinning your lower body down with her weight as she devoured her meal like a starved woman. It was filthy, almost dog-like the way she lapped at your pussy, making sure to let her tongue lay flat and warm against your clit for a significant amount of time before moving to your slit—gathering all your juices.
Finally—she moved up.
Before you could protest, she grabbed your chin and kissed you.
You squeaked, tasting yourself on her tongue.
“Mmmm…” your arms wrapped around her again, this time lazily, playing with her slightly damp hair.
Sevika pulled out of the kiss, and remained like that for a few seconds.
Your noses brushed against each other and for the first time in a while, you saw her beyond the pretentious front—not the arrogant, cocky woman with the muscles who was your dad’s friend.
Just a woman who has been too afraid to love all her life.
And you wanted to be the one to prove to her otherwise—love is weakness, yes. But it can also be strength if you find the right person.
Sevika who can’t get enough of your harsh spankings
Sevika trusted you. m.list
And trust in a life such as hers was like finding a four leaf-clover in a field that stretched on forever.
You didn't expect her to be strong all the time, didn't expect her to weigh more barrels in her life even with enough weight shackling her down to the past.
You found meaning in the little things; the way that daunting smirk wiped across her face whenever she was amused, the abashed facial expression she made when something shocked her-and the way her lips undeniably parted to let air through whenever your hand knuckled down onto her ass, raw and unfiltered
A breathless laugh echoed, caressing Sevika's ears like a trumpet of judgment. It was almost a giggle, a cruel one, if it wasn't for the way your laugh carried across the room, reverberating from wall to wall as if mocking Sevika.
You had her across your lap, the women's sprawled body taking up most of the space like a lioness stretching languidly in the summer's heat beating down. Sevika was bare in front of you, your own figure sat calmly-almost too calmly, on the worn sofa your body sat on, massaging her ass when you wasn't brutally smacking it with the front of your palm.
"Fuck-" sevika groaned, feeling your fingers dance away from the meat of her backside to her pussy lips parted, dripping down like honey oozing from a roses bud. "Just-just hurry up and do it-"
Smack.
"So you can wait around all day for Silco but can't wait for me to finish spanking you?" You snorted, rubbing her brown skin— kneading her ass that meshed deliciously between your fingers as you leaned down to press a kiss against the stretch marks on the side. "Patience, baby. I'm having my fun...or did you forget?" You trailed off, lifting your hand once again, almost calculating the height to foresee the impact it would have on her.
Your hand doubled down on her skin, watching her burly body jolt against your lap. A whimper—ever so gentle, so quiet, as if trying to claw it's way back into her throat, managed to escape beneath the impact, her ass jiggling for a moment against your palm before you squeezed the mahogany-coloured flesh again, tinged subtly crimson.
"You asked for this." You bit down on your bottom lip, eyes travelling over to her face, hidden and brushed to the side to hide her expression.
"Don't hide, baby. It's nothing to be ashamed about... liking my hand against your ass." You giggled, sighing as you absently minded rubbed the flesh like you were kneading dough.
Maybe this is all you really needed. Her ass beneath your palm, watching her pussy drip while you ignored it. It was all so erotic to you, after all.
sitting in between sevika's massive thighs sucking on her big fat clit as she smokes. her strong hand gripping your hair making your head bob up and down while she calls you her good little slut
sevika roughly pounds into you, her strap completely bottoming out. your ass flush with her pelvis, you can literally feel her in your stomach. sevika’s pace is ruthless, but you love every second of this…
just a moment ago you were cooking dinner so it would be ready right when your wife got home. once she saw you in that long loose tee, your nipples poking from underneath the thin fabric. no underwear to get in her way. her pussy twitched at the sight, grateful she already had her harness on. the rubber pressing hard against her jeans. she had to have you.
without much but a grunt she tossed you over the counter, flipping your shirt up exposing your entire nude body. smacking your ass hard, sevika eases into you groaning at the way your tight pussy pulses around her thick shaft. squeezing your boobs with almost too much pressure. her mind-numbing pace making you dumber by the second and tears well in your eyes.
“fuck, sev!” you scream at the way she’s drilling your desperate pussy.
“you were fucking asking for this.” sevika grunts into your ear, “wearing’ that thin shirt, no panties. keep taking this dick.”
“fuck—ah! yesss sev…nngh! s’deep!” your slutty moans were music to sevika’s ears. her pace doesn’t relax. “yesss sevvy… please—”
your breath hitches at the sensation of sevika pulling your hair at the root. the nape of your neck tingles at the mix of pain and arousal that overcomes you. your clit throbs every syllable of sevika’s name. you’re screaming so loud you can hardly hear sevika’s guttural groans from right behind your ear.
“how’s this feel baby?”
you can barely answer, with tears streaming down your face and droll falling from your chin your back arches into her chest.
“so…good…good, sev…” your voice quivers and falls off in a squeak.
“yea?” sevika loves having you like this. stupid and mumbling, drooling down your chin not even having the thought to wipe it away. sevika gives your ass another sturdy slap. “can you count for me?”
“mmm,ahh—yes…mm!” you mewl, desperate to please.
“if you can count to ten, i’ll let you cum.” sevika pulls her hand back, “ready?”
you wiggle your ass against her pelvis, wordlessly begging for her to hit you harder than before. sevika’s hand lands with a heavy thwap. the impact leaving a delicious sting behind, the sensation traveling to your aching core. your pussy clenched around your wife’s huge dick. you moan for more, grinding down so her dick messages the deepest part of you.
“one…” you whisper, you brain already foggy.
“didn’t hear you.”
thwap!
“one—one!” your voice a startled whimper.
each hit building the pressure in your needy core. each sting paired with sevika’s eager silence, waiting for your answer. punishing you when it was off or late.
“five…can i please cum? m’so close… can’t wait…”
“you will.”
thwap!
“fuckin’ answer.” sevika slaps your ass with one hand and yanks your hair with the other. the combination making you twitch uncontrollably against her. your pussy creaming around her.
“made such a mess, you’ll have to clean that up.”
“six.. trying so hard not to cum!” your lips quiver as your face turns glossy with tears. “i need it!” you deeply whine, the sound coming from the back of your throat.
“four more, you’re being so good for me. keep it up.”
after the last three hits your whole body starts to quiver under your wife hard stocky body.
“pl….please sev!!!!” your voice tired from begging and whining.
sevika grins, she loves giving you what you want…eventually. “cum for me, pretty thing.”
thwap!
as soon as her hand makes contact with your ass your pussy spams around the strap. your entire body shaking. legs stiffening from the force of your orgasm.
“ttttennnn!” you scream, eye rolling to the back of your head. you rest your head on her strong shoulder. sevika giving heavy quick kisses along the side of your face.
“good job,” she slides out of you, lifting you bridal style and heading to the couch. “now let me finish dinner while you sit lookin’ pretty.”
Big clit!Sevika face fucking you, and her clit is so fucking sensitive that every time you lick her clit, tongue curling around the nerves— she moans and grabs your face, rubbing you against her cunt. You whine into it, sound creating vibrations that only turns her on more.
Sevika uses your face for her pleasure, your hands rest uselessly over her thighs, not trying to stop her or anything. Sevika’s thighs get tense, you know she’s close. She spreads her thighs just a little more, and holds your face at a distance before— she squirts.
For a split second, you don’t know how to react, but then you open your mouth, letting her liquid fill your mouth— like a willing little toy.
𐙚 ever since you’ve entered into sevika’s life, she’s gotten used to your extreme femininity. the bows, the skirts, the heels, and pink everything. you welcomed yourself into her world.
𐙚 when you moved in, you practically begged for pink walls. sevika thought that the color would be unbearable, yet for you, she’d do anything. instead of painting the whole room pink, she let you have your half and sevika had her pwn. it was like two completely different worlds colliding together.
𐙚 sevika never understood how you could possibly wear skirts in freezing weather. she never understood why either. she’d always ask, “not too cold, are ya doll?” and you’d respond with a sheepish, “no, not yet.” even though you were lying through your teeth. sevika would scoff and take off her jacket, lending it to you. despite your protests of it not matching your outfit, sevika just wrapped it over your shoulders with a grunt.
𐙚 bows. that’s it. you insisted on putting them everywhere. your outfits, hair, on the walls, and in sevikas hair. she’d pretend to hate them, yet kept them in the entire day.
𐙚 sevika adored you clinginess, especially after a long day of work. when she’d come home, you were already on the couch waiting for her. sevika sets her stuff down first before saying, “hey, sweetheart. you’re lookin’ cozy, mind if i join?” of course, the answer was always yes. she’d plop down next to you, making enough room for you to settle onto her lap.
𐙚 sevika was extremely gentle with you. she acted as if you were porcelain, never squeezing you too hard. her hand would find yours and she’d bring it up to her lips, giving it a soft kiss. if you were cuddling, she’d wrap her arms around you and rub your back soothingly. sevika made sure to always kiss you goodnight.
While I'm finishing the brothel piece.... Here you go! Another Sevika sketch >:) Should I render it??? Also if I can at last understand how patreon works I'll be opening NSFW comms there next month!!!
hihihi !! can i request sevika x femme reader whose really quiet during sex? like she whimpers and moans from time to time but overall she's really quiet 🙏🏽
thank you in advance 🫡
Yes:)🫶🏾and yw
CW: hexstrap, strap that cums, fem!reader, Sevika can feel everything, over stim, smut, but like romantic smut
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"That good, huh? Can't even speak."
Sevika taunted as her hips met the back of your legs, of which she held toward your chest. She had you folded up like a lawn chair.
And all you could do was nod in response to her question, every thrust of her thick strap had made you more and more boneless. Malleable under her touch, just how she liked it.
But the only sound that filled the room was your squelching pussy, and the sounds of you and Sevika's skin slapping together. Even a groan from Sevika every so often. Yet, not a peep from your mouth.
Sevika was used to it now though. In all your years together you never really were the loudest in bed.
"So quiet..my pretty, shy girl." Sevika groaned as her pace quickened. "It's fine though baby..your pussy talks for you." She grinned, feeling your cunt pulse around her at her words.
You gripped the bed sheets as your head lolled off to the side. Your pleasure consumed you as Sevika chased hers. She was right, despite how quiet you were, your body and cunt never failed to convey the message.
All you could do was take every single inch Sevika gave you, while she wallowed in the way you gripped her and how warm you were. This hexstrap was the only good thing to come out of Piltover.
"Feels s'good..love you so much.." Sevika rambled about, fully pussy whipped, with her hips stuttering as felt her climax on the horizon.
She let her grip on one of your legs go to reach down and grab your chin, forcing you to look at her. Though there was not a thought behind your eyes, only Sevika's cock.
"Cum with me yea? Can you do that for me my sweet girl?.." Sevika coaxed and all you could do was whimper, which surprised her. That was rare, and only aroused her more.
"Inside? Or on you?" She slurred out, the way her brows furrowed gave way that she was just a thrust or two away from busting.
"On.." Was all you could fix your lips to say before your..(well you had both lost count) orgasm hit you.
And like clock work Sevika pulled out, the hexstrap coated in layers of your cum as her own spewed all over your stomach and cunt. The warmth of her nut was comforting, a guilty pleasure.
"Fuck.." You both groaned in unison before Sevika began to chuckle at how in sync you were.
She helped put your legs down, which were no doubt sore, before lying down on top of you. Her cum smushed between the two of you.
You brought your hand up and entangled it in Sevika's hair as she nuzzled against your bare chest.
No words needed, just intimate silence as you both drifted to sleep.
