﹟ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ⠀ . ⠀ ⠀ BAD HABITS⠀ ⠀ ﹕ ⠀ ⠀ ❪ ⠀ stalker! reader x sevika ⠀ ❫
CW : autistic reader . PATHETIC reader . loser lesbian!reader , mean!sevika , dom!sevika , DUBCON , overstim , public sex , fingering , forced orgasm , public sex , dacryphilia . she had a drink but she's not drunk .
SYNOPSIS : every night reader comes to the bar to look at sevika. this time she's in for a rude awakening
you wouldn't describe yourself as a stalker per se , you were mainly … habitual . you followed the same routine , walked along the same road , clocked in at the same time and remembered to greet the same people . It just so happened that on your way back from work was the last drop and you just so happened to always be thirsty . you could not be judged for having a drink or two . taking in the scenery . If that scenery happened to be where sevika sat , playing a rowdy game of poker then who were you to disobey your routine ? the bar was loud , but the poker table was a constant ; her voice cut through the noise in predictable arcs . thursdays were always the best . sevika laughed on thursdays .
you don't know when exactly it started . the fixation on the toughest brute by far but you couldn't take your eyes off her no matter what you did . you made sure to hide by the corner , order a drink so you looked like a regular customer and position yourself behind her so she'd never catch you looking . it was methodical . therapeutic . she was on of the only constants you could look forward to .
except today . today you follow your routine exactly , walk the same road , greet the same people and walk into the bar and find the same rowdy table , except . except sevika is not there .
you try not to panic though your chest seems to grow heavier by the second until you feel it dangling by your feet . , your eyes big and wide frantically search for the all consuming figure but she's nowhere to be seen . you try to reason with yourself . she could be running late . your fingers click nervously like a twig under a boot . the line to the bathroom must be long. you breathe in the mustiness of stale beer and pungent cologne as you try to calm yourself down . your feet remain anchored to the sticky ground , your mouth agape . she couldn’t be gone . she wouldn’t be . the table would be empty without her , the smoke would curl differently , the air taste wrong . did the air always feel this thick ? she must be — she must —
"hey are you okay." a random voice asks , hand reached out to touch you . you flinch instinctively , snapping out your thoughts as you, rush out the bar .
it’s only once you stumble into the night air that a large hand clamps onto your shoulder , drags you sideways , and slams you back-first into an alley wall.
the hand is calloused , warm , heavy.
you recognize it before you recognize her.
it feels like a confession.
“who sent you?” sevika growls out , metal hand tightening against your shoulder . she looms over you like a shadow in the night and you find yourself moving back into the wall sevika’s face is closer than you have ever allowed yourself to imagine . her brows knit , eyes sharp , lips curled in to a snarl
your mouth opens . closes. words scatter. this was not rehearsed . this was not in the script.
"i - i … no one." you finally manage to stammer out
"you think i haven't noticed you sniffing around here ? you always sit by the exit . always watch the mirror behind the bar . always leave when i stand up. "
you're quivering under gaze her , unable to stop yourself from looking down at your feet . and hers .
you catalogue her like scripture : the scuffed boots , the scraped knuckles , the way she takes up space like something holy and violent.
you feel obscene for having memorised her.
your eyes dilate . you need to flee before you embaress yourself even further .
"no .. no i was i just … i come here for the drinks." you say , fighting to move from her strong grip .
you push and shove and squirm yet her grip remains steady . your chest heaves from all your wasted efforts .
"then why leave so soon." her words float in your head as she grows closer and you can smell the cheap beer on her lips . you lick your own subconsciously .you can't think of a sane reason quick enough . your mind draws a blank as she stares down at you .
"im sorry." you croak out at a loss for words . you don't know what you are and aren't sorry for as of yet but you feel yourself getting wetter by the second . you move your head from side to side , face slightly scrunched as you desperately try to avoid her eyes .
"hey . hey. look at me." she commands , rough fingers lifting your chin up .
you hate the way your gaze snaps to her lips , unable to explain it away with a few drinks . you can't seem to pull them away . her eyes are too much .
you watch as the scowl slowly transforms into a knowing smirk and the word "oh" falls next. she puts more of her weight on her hand , pressing you against the wall. you squirm in embarrassment.
you feel her breathe heavy against your ear as hesitantly , she slithers her free hand up your bare leg . you twitch under her grip . she let's out a huff in amusement in return . she taps the back of your thigh lightly before grabbing it and exposing your soaked panties to the wind
she reaches your panties and you still don't have the guts to look up and see her reaction . judging by the amused huff she lets out , you figure it's nothing good . her hand grazes your underwear , feeling just how drenched you are .
"I - I think you're drunk . you're not thinking straight ." you stammer out but she immediately shushes you .
sevika presses her finger against your clothed clit and you can't help the way your breath hitches . she rubs slow , controlled circles around your clit and your hips buck in turn . she did it again and again until every part of your body was set alight .
she whispers in your ear "say please."
"please."
she pushes your underwear to the side and you feel two human fingers slide inside . you hadn't been stretched in such a long time you almost forgot how delicious the pain was .
the pace she sets is brutal . you barely get enough time to take in all the sensations when she curls her fingers and you swear you see the light . the thought of someone seeing you like this , getting fucked by a supposed stranger in a dirty , smelly alleyway makes you bite down all your moans until your lip bleeds
"this what you wanted all along ? someone to touch your pretty little pussy." she whispers in your ear . one thing you learn about sevika is her mouth is filthy .
she whispers so many degrading words to you , about how much of a slut you had to be to get fucked in public , how desperate you must be not to wait longer yet the sound of your pussy only gets louder . all you can muster is quiver and moans , you grip her hand so hard your nails almost pierce her skin but she gives no reaction . your mouth blubbers and it takes everything in you not to beg .
“i need to pee.” you gasp out , body squirming to be set free as she continues her endeavours with a renowned vigor. the back of your arms lightly scrape against the cement wall .
"let it out baby, it's okay." she whispers in turn, her hand makes it way to your bladder , pushing down on it as your moans get a pitch higher.
“im .” you choke out . your thighs shake as your toes curl , your clit throbs something painfully delicious .
it's too much . it's not enough . your face twists and turns as you feel something building and building inside you .
"that's it cum for me."
it's with those words that you throw your head back , streaks of hot liquid trail down your thigh as an orgasm racks through your body and she doesn't stop . her hand softens and slows down but she keeps the pressure on your clit . you don't know whether to lean in or run away from the sensitivity .
"fuck I wanna see you do it again."
she slides out of you . before you can miss the feeling she flips you over and your face lightly scratches on the cement and you feel the weight of her face on your shoulder . she slides two fingers back inside , grinding her palm against your clit as she presses her crotch against your back .
it's easier to push you over the edge this time . the feel of her hands on , in and around you overwhelms you . your legs are teetering and why did no one ever tell you sex could be this good ? a few curls inside of you and a rough stroke on your clit and your body convulses against her as you let out a scream quickly muffled by her hand .
"shhh this view is all mine." she whispers in your ear , kisses trailing down your neck . you let out a gasp of shock as her teeth bite down on your collarbone so hard it leaves a marks that you learn will take weeks to heal . your knees buckle and the only thing that keeps you upright is her hand carrying your weight .
you feel tears of pleasure slowly bringing as she grinds her crotch against you . you grind back , a delightful sensation spreading as you grow rougher and more desperate until you're full on dry humping . your legs start to squeeze and at this point she knows exactly whats going to happen in the next few moments .
"that's it. last one."
you moan her name , muttering different "thank yous" muffled under her hand . she slowly takes her fingers out of you before pressing them against your lips. you open your mouth without question and suck her fingers , suck your own juices dry.
she finally takes them out , wrinkled and lets out a chuckle. you're still catching your breathe when you feel her graze your clit . you twitch in her hold as her fingers grow higher until the tip of her thumb tease your other hole .
"next time I see you I want this stretched right for my cock ." you feel the weight disappear and hear her footsteps grow quieter in the distance.
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