Pairing:pimpsevika x femsub!reader
summary: basically life with pimp!sevika and kinky sex.
warnings: Explicit sexual content,Dominant/submissive dynamic,use of toys, spitting, slapping, overstimulation,powerplay,roughsex,aftercarekinda.
The moment I walked in, I saw it.
One of Sevikaâs girlsâGia, a strawberry blonde with red lips, perched on the edge of her desk like it was an audition. Legs parted just enough, knees peeking out of a cheap silk robe, trying to act like she wasnât dripping desperation with every word.
Her voice was high and sticky-sweet. âIâm just saying⌠maybe you need someone who can help you relax, you know? Just for a night.â
Sevika sat there with her arms folded, but her eyes were already half-lidded with boredom. I knew that look. It was the same one she gave low-level dealers who thought they could âsneak a little extra,â and the same one she gave to girls like Gia who thought they were special.
I didnât say anything. Just leaned into the doorframe and watched.
Gia reached out, fingers brushing dangerously close to Sevikaâs thigh. âI mean, I donât need much. Just some time. Just you and meââ
âI got someone for that,â Sevika cut in smoothly.
Gia blinked. âOh?â Her smile faltered for a second. Then she saw me.
We locked eyes. I didnât smile.
Sevika turned her head then, finally noticing I was there, and the second she did, everything shifted. Her whole face softened, jaw tensing, that mask of calm melting into something hungrier. She didnât even try to hide it.
âOff my desk,â she said flatly.
Gia blinked again, laughing awkwardly. âCome on, Vika, I was justââ
Gia scoffed under her breath and slid down without another word. She threw one last petty glance my way as she left, but I didnât even blink.
Once the door clicked shut, Sevika ran a hand down her face and sighed. âSheâs gonna be whining about that for a week.â
She tilted her head and came toward me, slow and lazy like a big cat. âJealous?â
âDonât flatter yourself. I just donât like watching girls beg to fuck you.â
That made her chuckle, low and deep, before her hand came up to cup my jaw. She tilted my face toward hers, lips brushing my cheek.
âThat so?â she murmured. ââCause you beg real pretty.â
Her other hand slipped behind my waist, dragging me in until we were flush. No space. No air.
Deep and slow. Her mouth was warm and her tongue possessive, kissing like she had something to prove.
I ended up curled sideways on her couch, one of her thick thighs under my head like a pillow. Sevika had thrown her coat over my lap, the heavy, expensive kind, all heat and cigarette smoke. Her fingers were working slow circles into the sole of my foot.
She lit a cigarette in one hand, the lighter tucked between her fingers, then leaned back like she hadnât just made me melt.
âI donât like it when they talk to you like that,â I muttered.
She exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. âI donât notice âem when youâre in the room.â
She smirked, tapping ash into the tray without pausing the motion of her thumb rubbing up between my legs. âYou wanna pick the next girl I cut loose?â
âLike that would make a big difference,â I stated dramatically.
Her hand slid up my calf, then higher, under the coat until her fingers dug into the soft part of my ass. She squeezed hard enough to make me jolt.
"Don't try to change the subject.â
âWhat do you expect?â she muttered, kissing the inside of my ankle.
She paid for everything. My clothes, my food, my nails, my rent, which I barely use anymore. First, I had a drawer in her place. Then a shelf. Then half her closet. Now the second bedroom was basically mine, though I rarely slept alone.
She spoiled me like she was trying to make up for every wrong thing in her past. Or maybe she was just that obsessed.
Sometimes, I sat on her lap while she counted dirty money. Other times, I was on the couch while she cleaned her gun, my legs thrown over hers, her hand tracing circles on my knee.
She liked keeping me close.
That night, we stood on the balcony while she smoked and ran her hand under my skirt, fingers brushing the crease of my thigh. Her metal arm stayed wrapped around my waist, firm and possessive.
âI was supposed to meet with a guy tonight,â she said.
âLet me guessâyou canceled.â
She kissed the side of my neck.
I kissed her back. âSmart choice.â
Her fingers lingered where they didnât need to. Not quite between my legs, but close enough to make me shift slightly, the warmth pooled slowly and steadily in my stomach. She smirked against my skin like she noticed. Of course she did.
âYou wore this little thing on purpose,â she murmured, running her fingers lightly over the hem of my skirt. âKnew Iâd cancel everything the second I saw you.â
I didnât answer right away. I just leaned into her touch, letting my eyes fall closed for a second.
The air was warm. Somewhere below, the hum of the city filtered up through the concrete and steel. It was quiet between usâjust the sound of her cigarette crackling and my breathing catching every time her fingers shifted higher.
âYou gonna make a move, or just feel me up?â
She chuckled under her breath. That low, rich sound I felt more than heard.
I turned my head and looked at herâreally looked at her. The smirk on her lips, the sharpness in her jaw, the slow-burning hunger behind her eyes. Her gray tank hung low on her collarbone, and there was a streak of ash on her forearm from earlier, when she flicked the lighter.
There was something ancient about her. Not in ageâshe was older than me, sure, but it wasnât that. It was how she held herself, like sheâd done this all before. Like there was nothing in the world that could touch her unless she wanted it to.
I reached down and smoothed her hand lower, guiding her fingers until they grazed the skin just above my panties.
âYou talk a big game,â I whispered. âBut Iâm still waiting.â
She didnât move. Didnât blink. Just looked at me like she already owned the outcome.
âI donât rush with things when I'm with you.
I rolled my eyes at the dramatics, but heat still coiled in my belly.
I let out a soft exhale and tilted my hips just a little, enough that my panties caught on her knuckles. She made a low sound, something between a sigh and a growl, and kissed my temple.
âI should put you over the railing for teasing me like that.â
âNot in this skirt,â I muttered.
âNo,â she agreed. âToo short.â
We stayed like that for a minute, her hand sliding between my legs. She didnât go further. Not yet. Just teased.
Eventually, she pulled me away from the railing and back into the living room, her arm still around my waist, lips brushing my ear every few steps.
âYou got your way. I canceled the meeting.
I raised a brow. âYou're saying that like you want something in return.â
âI want you to sit down,â she said. âLet me see whatâs mine.â
I sank onto the couch without thinking twice.
Sevika stood in front of me, her cigarette gone, eyes sharp as glass. She reached down and dragged both hands up my thighs, spreading them slow. Her fingers pressed firm on the inside, thumbs dragging closer to the apex.
I let my head fall back slightly against the cushions, thighs loose, heart climbing slow in my chest. Her eyes drank me in.
âAlways so ready to be touched,â she muttered.
âMaybe I just like the way you do it.â
She stepped between my knees and leaned down, one hand cupping my face, the other slipping under my skirt again. She didnât rush. She never did. That was the worst part. The way she held back, even when I was ready to fall apart under her hands.
âYou know the first time I saw you, I thought, sheâs too pretty to work for me. Your attitude would've gotten you eaten alive if I let you work the streets."
âYeah?â i said sarcastically
"So you saved me by making me your personal slave?"
She smiled. âI decided to keep you safe. In my own fucked-up way.â
Her fingers hooked into my panties and tugged, not pulling them downâjust enough to make them bite against my skin. A little pressure. A warning. Her lips brushed mine, but didnât press.
âYou ever think about what theyâd do if I wasnât here?â she asked, voice low. âWhat kind of hands youâd end up in?â
âBecause Iâm with you.â
That made something flash in her eyes. She kissed me then, open-mouthed and slow, like she wanted to taste every part of me. Her tongue slid over mine, her hand never leaving the place between my legs.
She rubbed slowly through the fabric, just enough to make me press against her. No rhythm. Just pressure. Enough to tease.
âYouâre gonna make a mess,â she murmured into my mouth.
She pulled back slightly, that arrogant little smirk blooming again. âYou keep talking like that, and Iâm gonna forget I like being gentle with you.â
âI donât need gentle.â
She raised a brow. âYou want it rough?â
She kissed my jaw, then my neck, and finally down to my collarbone where she bit lightlyâjust enough to make my skin sing.
âI want you.âI breathed.
Her hand slipped under the fabric fully, and her fingers found the heat between my legs. One long stroke, then another, and I was already tilting my hips toward her like I couldnât help it.
She whispered against my ear, voice stern. âHave you ever thought about what I gave up to be here with you tonight?â
âYou ever think about how lucky you are I let you?â
That earned me a sharp slap to the side of my thigh- hard. Just a warning. A guarantee.
âSmart mouth,â she said.
âSmart hands,â I shot back.
She pushed two fingers inside me with no more warning than that. My breath caught. She smiled.
âYouâre soaked,â she said, like it was something to be proud of. Like she expected it.
Her other hand held my face still, thumb brushing my cheek while her fingers worked me slowly, deep, steady. She didnât speak again for a long timeâjust watched me fall apart, forcing me to stare back into her eyes.
Watched my legs shake. Watched my lips part. Watched my eyes flutter half-shut.
She loved that. The watching. The control.
When I came, I gasped into her shoulder. She held me there, fingers still moving until I twitched and hissed and had to pull her hand away myself.
I collapsed against her, panting, my skirt a wrinkled mess around my waist.
âYou gonna smoke again after that?â I muttered.
âWeâre not done,â she mumbles while kissing my cheek.
Then she turned and walked off.
I laid there, thighs still trembling, skirt still bunched around my waist, breathing uneven as I listened to her footsteps disappear down the hall.
She didnât say where she was going, but came back two minutes later.
Strap on. Black. Thick. Buckled tight around her hips like it belonged there.
In one hand, she held my small pink vibrator. In the other, a bottle of lube. Her expression didnât ask anything. She already knew the answer.
âLay back,â she said. âHands behind your back.â
I obeyed. The leather of the couch stuck to the backs of my thighs as I slid lower. I bent my arms and tucked my wrists behind me, pressing my elbows into the cushions to brace myself. She straddled me sideways, one knee pressed between my legs, the toy buzzing softly in her palm.
âKeep them back,â she said. âYou move them, I start over.â
My throat went dry. I nodded.
She leaned down, kissed me hard, and pulled back with a string of spit connecting our lips.
I did. She spit in my mouth. No hesitation.
Her mouth crashed into mine again, messier this time. Her tongue claimed everything, fingers gripping my jaw to keep my mouth where she wanted it. She kissed like she was trying to make a point. And then she slapped me.
Not hardâjust sharp enough to make me freeze, to remind me she could.
âGood girl,â she murmured, dragging the vibrator between my folds. âStill wet.â
The toy was low, pulsing just enough to tease. She held it in place and watched my thighs twitch.
âYou know how good you look when you take what I give you?â
âYeah?â I gasped, barely able to form the word.
She leaned in and whispered, lips brushing my ear. âYou look pretty when you cry.â
The vibrator pressed harder.
She slapped the inside of my thigh. âDonât move.â
I held still. Bit my lip.
She dragged the toy up to my clit and turned the setting up one notch.
âLetâs see how long you last.â
I was already whining under my breath, knees trying to close, hands twitching behind me.
She kissed me again, sloppier, her spit hot on my mouth. She pushed the toy harder into my clit, and when my hips jumped again, she gripped my throat.
âYou want the strap?â
âThen fucking earn it.â
She pulled the toy away and replaced it with her fingers. Two slid in fast. No warning.
I moanedâloud, wreckedâand she grinned.
âThatâs right. Louder.â
She started fucking me hard with her fingers, the slick sounds obscene, her wrist slapping my skin with every thrust. My eyes rolled back, and she slapped my cheek again, softer this time. Just enough to keep me there.
âDonât go dumb on me yet. Weâre just getting started.â
She pulled out and shoved the vibrator back against my clit.
Then pushed in the strap.
âTake it,â she growled. âYou want to cum, take it.â
She fucked me hard. Brutal. Each thrust forced a whimper from my throat. My hands were still behind me, knuckles clenched, the pleasure so sharp I couldnât tell if I wanted to scream or beg.
âLook at you,â she muttered, sweat slick on her brow. âDripping down the couch like a whore.â
I choked on a moan. She pressed the vibrator even tighter.
I came hardâbody shaking, legs spasming. But she didnât stop. She kept going. Kept fucking. Kept that damn vibrator against me until I was gasping, eyes wet, twitching with oversensitivity.
âWaitâfuckâVikaââ
She slapped my cheek again. âThatâs not a safeword.â
âYou said you wanted to be ruined.â
She kept going, hips snapping into me, and I came again. Messy. Loud. The sound of it filled the room. I could hear myself, hear the slick between my thighs, the wet slap of the strap, my own breath hitching on sobs that werenât even sad.
I came a third time before she finally stopped.
Pulled out slowly. Turned off the vibrator.
She let me collapse, arms sliding out from behind my back like jelly. She caught me, dragged me into her lap, and kissed my forehead.
âYou did good,â she murmured. âMade such a mess for me.â
Her hands were gentle now. Stroking my back. Running fingers through my hair. She kissed me soft and long, wiping tears I hadnât realized were on my cheeks.
âWant some water?â she asked.
She lifted me like nothing. Carried me to the kitchen, let my legs dangle over her forearm while I clung to her, dazed.
In her world, this was how love looked.
Messy. Possessive. Worshipful.
And she gave it all to me.
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