tattoo artist sevika pt. 2
nsfw / fem sub!reader x mean, hot, huge tattoo artist!sevika / oral receiving, / praise + degradation / thigh riding / reader has curves, / overstim again bc duh / fingering / mommy kink pt. 1
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who doesn’t let you leave the chair after you soak her thigh. just keeps you trembling in her lap, big hands rubbing lazy down your sides. her thighs are still flexed under your bare cunt, and she’s not even pretending to be subtle about how wet the spot on her pants is now.
“so. you comin’ back next week or what?”
you mumble into her neck, breath shaky. “i want another one…”
she huffs a dark laugh. “’course you do. knew you were a fuckin’ addict.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who tells you to text her directly next time, and gives you her personal number with the contact name already set to “mommy”.
“don’t book through the shop,” she mutters, brushing hair off your sticky forehead. “if you want my time, you ask me for it.”
and when you nod all shy and dazed, she presses a slow kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“good girl.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who nearly drops her cig the second you walk back into the shop a week later. you’ve got the same shy smile, but you’re wearing a tank top this time. no bra. nipples poking gentle through the fabric, little skirt barely covering the meat of your thighs, and sevika clocks all of it.
she leans back in her chair, legs wide, and looks you up and down like she’s starving.
“didn’t think you’d come back after last time, sweetheart.”
you fidget. “i, um… i couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
she grins, slow and wolfish. “me either.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who is massive up close, all broad shoulders and thick arms with veiny hands that make your knees weak. her sports bra today is black mesh, clinging to her solid pecs and thick torso. tattoos crawl up her neck and collarbones like smoke, swirling over the meat of her shoulders and spilling down to her forearms.
her thighs, though. god. they’re huge. thick and scarred and strong, spreading wide in those dark cargo pants with the knees stained in old ink.
you’re a fluttering, curvy little thing with warm skin and soft edges, plush thighs peeking under a pleated skirt, and a belly that her gaze lingers on before she smirks.
“fuck, look at you,” she mutters. “no idea how bad i wanted to bend you over the bench last time. those thighs? that little belly? mm.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who doesn’t even pretend to be professional this time. she tugs the curtain shut behind you, locks the door, then turns and leans against it with a look that devours.
“where you want it?” she asks, cocking her head.
you swallow and point to your chest, just under the swell of your breast.
“there?” she hums. “fuck, you just like giving me excuses to get my hands on you.”
you try to pout. “that’s not true...”
but your voice cracks and her smirk deepens.
“say that again without clenching your thighs and maybe i’ll believe you.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who gets way too close when she’s prepping you. tugs your top up over your chest so your tits bounce free, perky nipples stiff in the cool air, and she doesn’t even pretend not to look.
“mhm,” she mutters, biting the inside of her cheek. “look at these fuckin’ things.”
you squeak. “you’re supposed to be cleaning—”
“baby, i’m about to mark you for life.” she cups one breast and runs her thumb slowly across your nipple. “you really think i wasn’t gonna play with what’s mine first?”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who makes you sit on the padded chair straddling her thigh again, bare chest flushed, skirt still on but panties already tugged aside so your slick little pussy’s dripping against the muscle of her leg.
“payment first,” she murmurs. “ride me while i get the stencil ready.”
you try to protest but she’s already bouncing her thigh.
you bury your face in her neck, hips rocking, breath coming out in shaky whines while her strong hands grip your waist and guide every needy grind.
“that’s it, sweet thing. make a mess. get it all out.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who flexes her thigh once and you jolt, clit throbbing, a loud moan slipping from your mouth.
“sensitive lil thing,” she murmurs. “last time wasn’t enough, huh? need mommy’s thigh again to take the edge off?”
you nod frantically. “p-please—”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who then proceeds to drop to her knees in front of the chair and buries her face between your legs like she’s starving. her tongue is filthy, broad and slow licks through your folds, then sharp flicks over your clit that make your back arch off the seat.
“so fuckin’ sweet,” she groans, lapping you open. “feel that pretty pussy clenching for me?”
your hands are in her hair, tugging, and she grins against your cunt.
“that’s it. take what you need, baby.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who uses two thick fingers to stretch you open while she sucks on your clit, curling them just right until your whole body’s shaking. you can feel her arms flexing under your thighs, big shoulders dwarfing your frame, and she’s moaning like you’re doing something to her.
you cry out, voice cracking. “s-sevika, i’m—!”
“cum for me,” she growls. “cum on this fucking face like a good girl.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who doesn’t stop after the first orgasm. or the second.
she’s got your legs thrown over her shoulders now, your ass lifted off the chair, her entire face buried in your cunt while your body trembles and your voice is just broken noise.
she pulls back just once to catch her breath and looks up with her face dripping.
“you’re a fucking mess, baby. makin’ a damn puddle on my seat.”
you can’t even speak. just nod, sobbing a little, and she kisses your inner thigh with a smirk.
and when you cum for the third time, trembling, gasping, gushing right against her leg..she just pulls your panties back in place and smacks your ass.
“good girl. now sit still while i tattoo you.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who inks the underside of your tit with your shaky body still perched in her lap, using one hand to steady the tattoo gun and the other to grope your waist and drag you back every time you flinch.
“you better not move,” she murmurs, voice right in your ear. “you twitch, i’ll have to start over. you wanna sit through all this again, baby?”
you try to shake your head but she clicks her tongue.
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who keeps teasing your nipple with her gloved fingers while she works, pretending it’s to “keep you calm” but really just watching how quick you fall apart.
your pussy’s already soaking your panties again.
“so easy,” she mutters. “i could bend you over this table and you’d take it without question, wouldn’t you?”
“no shame. fuckin’ adorable.”
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who finishes the piece, wipes you down slow, and then pulls back just to admire how fucked out you look.
hair messy, tits bare, thighs trembling from grinding on her leg, panties ruined.
she drags her tongue over her teeth.
she brings you to the mirror and holds you there with her hand between your legs, rubbing lazy circles through the damp fabric.
❀ tattoo artist!sevika who lets you ride her fingers on the tattoo table after, two thick digits stretching you open again while her palm presses to your clit, your body arching as you bounce in her lap.
she whispers every nasty thing in your ear while you fuck yourself dumb.
“look at you. brain all gone. you don’t even care who hears you, do you?”
“my dumb baby girl, huh? leaking down my fuckin’ wrist.”
“cum again and i’ll take you home in my van. swear to god.”
