Flip The Script
tags: dacryphilia, strap on, bratty sevika?, bottom sevika, s!receiving, kinda mean reader??, mentions of round two, overstimulation, hair pulling, dom reader, big clit sevika truthers rise! ,
word count: 1.3k
synopsis: reader fucks sevika
Sevika's grunts and groans could be heard through the bedroom door. Inside the dim room, Sevika is lying face-first on her stomach on the mattress. You're behind her on top of the back of her thighs, holding her hands behind her back, a strap secured to your hips and buried to the hilt inside of Sevika.
"Stop moving." You growl at her at the same time you thrust the strap deeper inside of her. Sevika's breath hitches, her body tensing up slightly, another low groan escaping her as you drive the dildo deeper again.
The sheets underneath her muffle another sound from her half-protest and something else entirely.
Her grey eyes squeeze shut for a second before snapping them open to glare at you from over her shoulder.
You laugh at her, unafraid, as you drive the strap deeper again. At the same time, you speak, "What was that?"
A ragged gasp comes from underneath you, and Sevika's back arches involuntarily as her body jerks against the mattress. Her metal fingers clench into a fist behind her as you tug on her wrists.
Her prosthetic is whirring louder and overheating from how hard she's trying to keep still. Her breathing is uneven, and for once she doesn't have a sharp retort. She hates losing control like this, but god, does it feel so good.
You laugh at her again, mocking her.
"Yeah, too cock-drunk to even think about anything other than getting this pretty pussy fucked," you tease her.
Her grey eye twitches hard for a split second.
She thinks about flipping you over just to teach you a lesson, but then another deep thrust from you steals all coherent thoughts from her.
Her face is red with humiliation (and arousal) as you continue to laugh at her and fuck her.
Your laughter grates on her nerves, and yet she grinds back into you 'involuntarily' (it's what she tells herself).
You let go of her wrists to grab at her plump ass.
Sevika's prosthetic twitches once more as her instincts roar at her to shove you off and flip the script, but when your hands squeeze her flesh hard as you keep sliding in and out of her, the fight quickly drains from her.
Her prosthetic powers down with a soft click due to sensory overload, a broken moan slips through as she pushes back into each of your thrusts like an animal in rut.
"Yeah? You like this?" you speak in a low tone as you squeeze her ass once more. You push at her ass and tilt your hips just enough to change the angle of the strap to drag better along her tight walls. And the shift in angle immediately hits Sevika, and her entire body seizes up like she's been electrocuted.
A whimper tears through her throat, her forehead thudding against the mattress as pleasure spikes white-hot behind her eyes.
Her fingers scramble quickly towards the sheets, twisting the fabric desperately.
Her hips stutter back greedily now, trying to chase every graze of the strap against her clenching walls, and despite herself, a slurred "yes" tumbles out of her mouth and into the pillow between ragged breaths.
All of a sudden, a sharp crack echoes through the room, and blooming right there on Sevika's ass is a red handprint. For a second, she's frozen, stunned by the sudden sting, but then your demand registers: "Louder."
Her pride wars with how fucking good this feels, but you're not letting her hide behind gritted teeth and silence anymore.
She inhales shakily and cranes her neck over her shoulder to look back at you, and then finally she obeys. "Fuck! yes, I like it! okay??"
the admission bursts out of her, rough and loud, her cheeks flaming redder than the imprint on her ass.
She bites her lip as you push the fake cock deeper into her cunt, deeper into that one pressure point she likes so much.
The pressure inside of her makes Sevika's vision blur, her whole body convulsing as your hands grope the curve of her ass before you drag your palms up her back. A loud, shameless moan rips from her chest as your hands continue to roam across her tense back.
She can't even form words anymore, just gasping and writhing underneath you like a woman possessed.
Her prosthetic arm rectavites with a soft hum, but instead of shoving you away, she grips the back of your thigh.
Tears prickle at the corners of her eyes, not from sadness or pain but sheer overwhelming pleasure crashing over every defense she's ever had.
You lean over her back, your chest pressing up against her as you keep driving the strap inside of her.
"Look at you, you look pathetic," you whisper into the back of her neck before your teeth graze the sensitive spot on her neck and bite it.
The insult stings more than the bite on her neck and more than the thrusts.
Sevika hates looking pathetic, hates being vulnerable, and hates that you're seeing her like this, completely unraveled and reduced to a shuddering mess beneath you.
A high-pitched whine escapes her as she instinctively arches further into you, chasing friction like an addict. Tears continue to spill over down her cheeks despite herself, frustration and pleasure are tangled so tight they blur together. She's never felt anything like this before.
You shove your left hand underneath her stomach and in between her thighs to rub her clit. The second your fingers brush her already swollen, large, and sensitive clit, the world narrows to a single white-hot point.
Her entire body bows off the mattress with a strangled cry, her back curving like she's been shot as shockwaves of pleasure rip through every nerve.
Her thighs tremble violently around your hand. She's so close already, and you're not letting up or slowing down, and part of her is terrified of how fast this might end.
"Fuck, are you going to cum already?" you half laugh and pull back just enough for your right hand to grab a handful of her hair and turn her head so she's looking at you over her shoulder.
Her tear-streaked face is now exposed as you stare at her.
Her grey eyes are glassy, dilated with sheer desperation, and yeah, she's definitely about to cum as she pants heavily through her parted lips.
She can't even lie or glare, she just stares back at you in helpless anticipation. A thin layer of sweat glistens on her forehead. Every muscle in her body is coiled tight like a spring.
Your fingers are still circling her large, swollen clit while you pound into her from behind, and when your smirk registers, it tips the scales, she whimpers your name right before it hits.
Just as her orgasm hits, you kiss her, your lips capturing hers in a desperate, heated kiss.
The kiss hits her like a lightning strike. Sevika melts into it, her motion clumsy and desperate against yours as her body shakes as waves of pleasure crash over every inch of her body.
Her mechanical arm slumps against the mattress, powering down again completely this time with a soft whir.
She slumps and collapses forward, your hold on her hair keeping her from face-planting into the sheets.
Her moan vibrates between your mouths. It's messy and unrestrained, the kind of sound she'd never let anyone hear normally.
You swallow every noise she makes, and after a moment, you pull away and let go of her hair, and she slumps into the mattress.
"You think just because you came once that means you're done?" you tease mockingly.
Before she can even form a sarcastic response or brace herself, you thrust again, and the oversensitive hits like a punch, and a high-pitched whine escapes her as she clenches around the strap involuntarily.
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