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JACK OFF ALL TRADES - BLUE COLLAR SEVIKA X READER ✦

tags/warnings: nsfw / smut, amab/mtf trans sevika, sevika has a cock, blue collar sevika , modern au , lots of consent talk, idk nothing too extreme tbh you just bang sevika what else is new , oral (s!recieving), vaginal sex , lots of degrading praise , porn w plot , slight loser ! reader , so much dirty talk , feminine pet names and afab anatomical terms ( clit , pussy ) for reader . lesbian yearning that turns into lesbian sex

summary: sevika seems to be able to fix all your problems. your plumbing, your hvac, your electricity. she can even fix the fact that you need to get laid !

wc: 6.6k

a/n: original title was 'laying pipe' until it got much bigger than just plumbing so now its a pun . hehe . blue collar sevika save me

---------- this work is 18 + nsfw ! minors please do not interact :) ----------

if you could go back in time and throttle your younger self for choosing this building to live in, you would.

when you finally had the opportunity and finances to move out of home, you jumped at the opportunity. your own decorations and space, your own little corner of the world. in your eagerness to have a place of your own, you made a hasty decision and locked yourself into a lease without picking up on the warning signs.

the little one bedroom one bathroom affair that you were renting was dingy, but that’s normal at this price point! the paint is peeling and is definitely a little water damaged and things smell a bit funky, but this was a starter apartment! and that website that you can rate landlords on has given this guy one star, but surely it’s all exaggeration.

it was in fact not an exaggeration in the slightest.

because every time something went wrong, your fuckass landlord just refused to do his job. you’ve actually gotten pretty handy, learning to do little things like check your breaker box and patching holes in the walls and fixing the water pressure of your shower.

‘but i can’t fix this’ you think to yourself as your toilet pipe breaks and starts gushing water. all over your bathroom floor, and onto your brand new ducky printed bathmat. you just look at it for a minute, because what exactly are you supposed to do?

this wasn’t your first plumbing issue. last time, a plumber had come out and told you and your landlord that the pipes were extremely old and failing, and he’d have to pay a pretty penny to get new ones laid soon.

your landlord had heard the word ‘soon’, understood that he didn’t have to do it immediately, and therefore just didn’t ever get it done. you got the leaky pipe patched, but it was only a matter of time until it wasn’t enough.

today was that day.

you take a few seconds more to mourn your poor bathmat, before hurling your oldest grossest towels onto your bathroom floor to start soaking up the mess, and dial your landlord’s number.

“hey there-” “dude, my pipe burst for real this time. can you please- “i’m on vacation. leave me a voicemail and i’ll organise stuff when i can.”

the tone beeps, and you leave a recording of just a heavy sigh. of course he's gone.

you decide the best course of action is to call a plumber yourself. you can afford it, and you’d just get your landlord to reimburse you. tenant rights and all.

you google ‘plumbers in my area’ and click the first one you see. you find the number, call it, and get through surprisingly quickly.

“you’ve reached zaun’s choice plumbing and pipes. how can i help you today?”

the voice on the line is deep, a little raspy, your best guess is a woman who smokes. it’s pleasant, a little gritty, serious. you’re a little too entranced to answer.

“hello?” “sorry! hi, yeah, um. my pipe just burst? i was supposed to have new ones put in but my landlord never organised it and now he’s on vacation and there’s water everywhere and my cute new bathmat is ruined.”

all the words leave you in a rush, and you realise just how stressed the situation has made you. the voice on the line chuckles, not mean, but she’s definitely amused.

“plumbing emergency then. sorry ‘bout your bathmat, ma’am. you’re in luck though, we have a plumber free to come out right now. what’s the address?”

you tell her your name, though she didn’t ask, and give her the address for the building and your apartment number. you can hear a hum of acknowledgement, and maybe the sound of pen on paper as she writes it down.

“okay, ma’am. someone will be there in twenty minutes.” “thank you so much!”

you spend the next twenty minutes trying to clean your bathroom to be presentable, which proves to be an impossible task when there’s water still actively flowing and things don’t smell awesome. you retreat to the living room to wait for the plumber.

when the knock comes, and you open the door, you nearly forget all about the stupid toilet.

the plumber is drop dead stunning. you’re staring but you can’t even help yourself. she’s taller than you by more than half a foot, she’s built like a tank, and she’s currently looking at you with a slightly amused expression that’s unbelievably attractive. she says your name and you nod.

“hey. i’m sevika. we spoke on the phone. i’m gonna be taking care of you today.”

gods, taking care of you? you’ve definitely seen porn that starts with this sort of plot, and suddenly, you get it.

the mental image of sevika foregoing fixing your toilet and plumbing something else takes over your brain and totally fries it when you try to be as normal as possible in response.

“it’s nice to meet you! i’m so glad you're here. i really need to have some pipe laid as soon as possible.”

did you really just say that? the way sevika cocks her brow clues you into the fact that she’s thinking the exact same thing, but she just smiles. she’s got a tooth gap in her front teeth that makes you want to faint.

“well. lucky for you, i’m an expert in laying pipe.”

she’s teasing you. it’s like she can smell your fear.

your fear of seeming like a complete dork in front of the hot plumber that is.

you ogle for a few more seconds. take stock of sevika’s biceps that strain against her uniform jacket, the various scars on her hands that speak to damage on the job, how soft her hair looks in comparison to the rest of her, tied up in a ponytail with a few strands framing her face. that little labret piercing, silver stud just under her full bottom lip.

and then you decide to be normal for real, stepping aside and letting sevika in. she’s carrying this bulky bag of tools and equipment and god knows what else that she carries with an ease that makes you feel a little funny. you show her to your bathroom, and she lets out a low whistle.

“you weren’t kidding about the emergency.”

sevika’s all business. gets to work assessing things right away. doesn’t care that her boots are stepping in toilet water. she quotes you an initial number that makes your eyes widen, but you have the savings. all you had to do was wait for the landlord to come back and it would be like it was never even spent.

you feel like a creep watching sevika work, no matter how much you want to stare. you relegate yourself back to your living room. you try to read a book, but unfortunately what was in reach was a smutty little number that only made the shameful heat in your tummy burn hotter.

scrolling tiktok endlessly seemed like a better option, and a few hours pass before you’re even aware of it. you’re broken out of your stupor by heavy footfalls, and turn to watch sevika enter the room.

it’s not even fair at this point. sevika’s taken the jacket off and tied it around her waist, giving you a phenomenal view of her arms, fully on display because of her wife pleaser tank top. both her arms are covered in dark sleeve tattoos, intricate pieces of flowers and waves and animals and faces that surely cost her thousands. there’s a rather large nautical star on her wrist as part of one of the sleeves, and you can’t tell if it’s the design or a purposeful nod to her sexuality.

your dilemma about sevika’s potential sexuality and your resulting chances of pulling her isn’t helped at all by the carabiner on her belt that you hadn’t noticed before. is it a work thing, or is it an invitation? you have no clue. you tune back in and realise sevika had been explaining the issue to you.

“...pipes were way too old to be safe. it’s lucky that they only burst like this and had relatively minimal flooding. i’ve fitted in some brand new pipes, toilet’s working just fine again. sorry about the bathmat though, pretty sure that’s a casualty.”

you thank her profusely for fixing your emergency, and offer her water or a snack. anything to get her to stay longer.

sevika ends up asking for water, and you’re treated to watching her down the glass, adam’s apple bobbing, head tilted back, a drop running down the corner of her lip. good lord.

she hands you the glass back with a grateful smile, and is all business again in an instant.

“so, about the final costs. your total is a little higher, i didn’t realise how much piping needed dire replacement.”

the new total nearly makes you freak out, but you put on a tight smile and nod instead, voice a touch higher.

“yeah, i understand why it costs more!”

sevika seems to notice your sudden change in demeanour, and folds her arms over her chest, appraising you with an almost sympathetic look.

“if you want, we can work out an alternative payment.”

wasn’t that the line all the pornos used? you almost laugh at how corny it is.

“like what?”

you ask with bated breath. you’re hopeful, but you’re not even sure what for.

“like a pay in four or something. some sort of plan if you can’t afford it all at once.”

you deflate. and then catch yourself. why were you disappointed? you weren’t normally such a deviant, why was this woman getting to you so much? you shake your head at sevika’s offer.

“no, no, it’s okay. i’ll get the landlord to reimburse me.” “suit yourself. the invoice will be mailed to you physically and via email. have a good day, ma'am.” “you too!”

you wave sevika out. the second the door shuts, you shove your face into your hands and let out a loud groan. as lovely as sevika is to look at and listen to, you think you'd combust if you were in the same space as her for any more time.

the rest of your afternoon is spent drying the tiles of your bathroom, mournfully disposing of your poor towels and ducky bathmat, and telling every friend who'll listen about the plumber who was definitely hitting on you a little bit maybe.

your toilet never had another issue. you got your money back from the landlord after quoting tenants rights at him, and really the only negative was that you have no more excuses to call the plumber back

it's a few months before you see sevika again.

it's summer now, and the world has warmed up beyond the point of being comfortable. you're uncomfortable, sticky with sweat, and no matter how little clothing you wear, humidity clings to you like a second skin.

luckily, you have an air conditioner!

unluckily, when you turn it on, the air that comes out isn't very cold!

upon a few hours of investigation, you find that the issue isn't anything you can fix. the inside of your air conditioner has formed a thick layer of ice that's blocking most of the air from ever coming out. when it starts making grinding noises and chunks of ice begin falling out, you call the landlord.

he does his job , shockingly, and you get an entry notice for an air conditioner technician within a few days. your repair date can't come soon enough. your little apartment has terrible insulation and you've resorted to putting ice packs on your neck and wrists to cool your blood for any relief.

the scheduled date and time roll around, and you get an extremely pleasant surprise when you answer the knock at your door.

sevika stands there, the same slightly amused look on her face, in a nearly identical uniform and holding a nearly identical bag of equipment. you could cry and thank whatever universal force put her back on your doorstep.

“you're here for the air conditioner?” “yes ma'am.” “i thought you were a plumber.” “‘s not that weird to have multiple jobs. you gonna let me in?”

you step aside, and sevika is just so broad that she brushes against you when she walks in. you show her to your problematic air conditioner, talking her ear off as she opens it up.

“it's making ice? somehow? google says that coolant might be leaking, and i cleaned all the filters and stuff so it's definitely not a me problem. i guess there's just something wrong with it internally that i can't see.”

that all could have been maybe one sentence. you curse your chronic dorkitis yet again. sevika, the merciful being that she is, either doesn't notice or doesn't care about your yap sesh.

“don't worry, ma'am. i know my way around the insides.”

sevika says, giving you a look over her shoulder as she pats the air conditioner. you blink at her, trying to process her words and tone of voice. did she sound slightly flirtier, or were you really just that desperate for her to want you?

you need to get laid. that has to be the only solution to the fact that you're drooling over your hot plumber-technician.

this time when you sit in the living room, you feel less creepy watching sevika work. your couch has line of sight with the broken machine, and so you're treated to rippling biceps and the way she absentmindedly toys with the labret in her lip.

seems the cure for too much screen time is a blue collar woman fixing things in your house, because your eyes just keep going to her instead of the screen. just like last time, her jacket ends up off, and you end up red in the face. at least this time it's also partially because of the heat.

it's a little awkward this time, just sitting there in the same room, saying nothing. you text your friends about sevika's return to your apartment. after a lot of excitement and keysmashing, you get encouragement to just talk to her. you swallow your nervousness and say the first thing that comes to mind.

“i, um, really like your tattoos. they're super cool.”

you wince at your own stuttering. sevika, despite her focused expression, responds without looking as she pulls some piece or other out of your air conditioner.

“thanks. i have a friend who's a tattoo artist so i get them cheaper.” “that's cool! what's your favourite one you have?”

sevika looks down at her arms, and then smirks a little, and pulls her arms out of the machine to tap her wrist.

the nautical star.

“it looks sick, and it's convenient. attracts the right crowd, if y’know what i mean.”

so it was a flag. and she was volunteering that information while looking at you like she knows your thoughts. and she's got that lazy expression like a cat that has a cornered mouse and can take its time with it. and you can feel your face is burning and you can only hope it’s not obvious to her.

you suddenly feel very exposed, and none of this is helping the thoughts in your brain.

“it does look sick.”

you agree lamely, and sevika simply chuckles before going back to work. your phone is back open in an instant, and your group chats and servers are filled with you rejoicing that sevika did in fact, swing your way.

‘are you gonna ask her out then?’ one of your friends asks, and you want to, but every variation of ‘do you wanna go out sometime?’ is stuck in your throat.

you open and close your mouth like a fish in sevika's general direction for a few minutes, and then give up.

your air conditioner is fixed much faster than your toilet was. sevika explains something about a non harmful gas leak that unfortunately goes in one ear and out the other because you didn't even know that was a thing for aircons.

the room starts to get pleasantly cool again. sevika wipes sweat off her brow, and you're speaking before you think.

“if you don't have any other jobs to get to right away, do you wanna stay for a few minutes? you look like you could use some cooling down. you're looking really hot!”

sevika raises that eyebrow again at your double entendre. it's always her left one, arched high to show just how much she questions your word choice. her dark lips pull up at the corner, clearly entertained by your inability to speak normally around her.

“that's real nice of you, but i gotta head out, tight schedule today. you enjoy the air, though. you're looking kinda hot too.”

that's flirting, right? surely? unfortunately you fail to kick yourself into any sort of seductive or attractive mode, and instead just tell sevika to have a nice rest of her day. her eyes seem to flash with something you can’t name, before her easy smirk is back and she leaves your apartment.

you roll around on the couch for a minute, trying to put your thoughts in order.

you fumbled the bag again. sevika does both plumbing and hvac technician stuff. she’s gay so you have a chance.

the rational course of action is to stuff non flushable wet wipes into your toilet until it clogs so you have an excuse to call her, but there’s no guarantee she’d be the one sent out. you’d already been lucky enough to see her more than once, maybe fate is on your side?

you make a promise to yourself; if or when you next see sevika, you will shoot your shot.

you don’t have to wait all that long, because in just another month, you have another crisis.

during a storm, your building loses all its power, and a bunch of electricians have to come check out the generators and the grid and also each individual apartment.

when it’s your turn to have your breaker box checked, you honestly believe you’re dreaming, because sevika’s here again, same uniform, same bag… different hair though. choppy and blunt, bangs in her face and an undercut. it suits her so insanely well.

you have no time to be awkward or weird though, because you’re too busy being shocked.

“is this a joke?” “nope.”

sevika says, popping the p. for once, she isn’t smirking, she’s got a shit eating grin, like she finds this all hilarious.

“i’m an electrician too.” “i’m being punked. i’m literally on a prank show.” “i’m also a trained boilermaker. i’m a jack of all trades, doll.”

doll is new. you must look surprised, because sevika seems to catch what she said, and clears her throat.

“jus’ gotta make sure everything’s all good and your power won’t blow randomly. breaker box?”

sevika asks casually, and you let her in. this time while she works, you hang out a closer distance, watching. you’d been given another chance, and they say the third time’s the charm. surely it meant something if this woman kept coming back to your place. it couldn’t be a coincidence. you work up the courage to at least talk to her, hoping that the conversation would lead somewhere where you could ask her out.

“so… how come you do all these different jobs?”

you ask, leaning against the wall. sevika seems to know her way around the breaker box incredibly well, to the point she can look at you instead of it when she replies.

“my old man wanted me to get into a trade like him. did electrical first, hated it. trained in the other three after, nothing stuck. ended up realising i hated doing these ‘masculine’ jobs because i was tryin’ to avoid the truth about myself. loved the jobs after my transition and focused on the work itself instead of th’ culture.”

sevika drops so much about herself so quickly that you’re a little surprised, but you absorb all the information like a sponge, thrilled that she’s willing to share with you. there’s a hint of vulnerability on her face as she turns back to her work, almost like she’s afraid you’d say something cruel.

“hey, working all these jobs is super cool. i’m glad you found your passion for it again. are you still getting discriminated against though?”

she seems to relax when you show that you care, that you aren’t about to judge her either. she shakes her head, that mischievous grin back in place.

“nah. when i started my transition, i started gettin’ discriminated against. i left, started my own bizz, made my own rules. turns out when your best employee fucks off and starts doing your job better, you go outta business.”

sevika’s clearly proud of herself for outcompeting her old workplace, and it makes you smile. she closes the breaker box, turning to you properly. you nearly panic- she couldn’t be done already! you didn’t have the guts to ask her out yet! you plaster on a smile, gesturing to the box.

“fuck those guys anyway. they got what’s coming to them. so… is everything alright here?” “oh yeah. your stuff’s fine. took me thirty seconds to check. i just wanted to talk to you.”

you feel something between shame and elation. she wanted to talk to you! but surely she knows you’re a freak who’s been staring at her for way too long every time she comes over to fix something and that you haven’t been able to get off without scrolling her very minimal instagram and she’s going to be mad at you for it!

normal. you are so normal.

“talk to me? about what?” “us doing somethin’ about the way you’ve been eyein’ me like you’re starved.”

you feel your blood freeze. you’re mortified. but also not surprised. you have been doing an awful lot of staring. you’re silent for a long moment, and sevika raises her hands like she’s backing off.

“hey, no pressure. jus’ thought you’re awfully pretty, and got the vibe you’re interested. if that’s too forward-” “i’m interested! i’m so interested, oh my god.”

you blurt out, hand reaching out to grab her sleeve so she doesn’t go any further. sevika looks down at you, expression knowing and grey eyes searching yours.

“let’s drop the pretense, yeah? i want you. i keep comin’ back because i keep putting myself on these jobs.” “you do?” “duh. this pretty dorky lil thing telling me about her ducky bathmat? admiring me so blatantly? tryin’ to get me to stick around? i’m hooked. kept hoping you’d have more issues just so i could come fix them for you.”

you’ve never been so happy to not be subtle in your entire life. you visibly sigh with relief, still clinging to sevika’s sleeve, beaming at her so wide it hurts your cheeks.

“i was really hoping to see you again. i wanted to ask but… it’s not that simple.” “let me make it simple, then. we go back to that first day when i fixed your pipes. i’m gonna offer you an alternate payment. you wanna pay me with your body, or by letting me take you out?”

sevika’s leaving it all up to you, she’s happy with either option. you let out a shaky breath, deciding to be bold and finally just telling her what you want.

“both? in that order?” “desperate.”

sevika mutters, but it’s not unkind. her lips are quirked up, and she unzips her jacket, slowly peeling it off and leaving it in your hand that was holding her sleeve. she pulls a walkie-talkie out of her pocket, and speaks into it.

“i’m in apartment 203. gotta fix some minor stuff, i’ll be here longer.”

there’s a crackly affirmative, before sevika switches it off. she shrugs at the look you give her, something between disbelief and amusement.

“company time don’t mean shit if you own the company. tell me where you want me.”

you grab sevika by the bicep under the pretense of leading her to your couch, but it’s really just so you can finally cop a feel. she’s all muscle, thick and strong, and you kind of want her to crush your skull. you guide her to sit down, and then stand there a little awkwardly.

“i don’t… i haven’t…”

you try to explain, but sevika seems to already know what you need. she doesn’t ask why you’re unsure, doesn’t need to probe if it’s been a while or never before. she just leans forward, strong hands settling on your hips, looking up at you.

“give me a safeword.” “um… star?”

you say, eyes flicking over sevika’s tattoos for inspiration, settling on that prominent nautical star. she nods, satisfied.

“d’you want a little direction, sweetheart?”

you nod. despite all your yearning and lusting and desperation, you were a little stuck now that you actually had the opportunity. sevika’s hands go to her belt instead, undoing the buckle as she kicks off her heavy boots.

“on your knees.”

you sink down instantly, legs hitting your plush living room carpet. sevika hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her work jeans and boxers, lifting her ass to slide them down to collect into a puddle at her feet.

sevika’s cock bobs as it’s freed, and she’s already an impressive size half hard. you tentatively reach your hand out to wrap your fingers around her. she’s heavy in your palm, girthy. your thumb swipes slowly over her reddened tip, making her curse under her breath and the length to fill out further.

“tha’s it, sugar. getcha self familiar with my dick.”

you lean into the action, sevika’s encouragement making everything seem easier. you slowly pump her shaft, stroking her until she’s fully hard. it doesn’t take long for her cock to throb with need as your hand touches her. you lean in to tongue sevika’s ballsack as you jerk her off, making her hiss and rewarding you with a groan.

“mm, where’d you learn that? or does it come naturally to you? maybe you’re just that much of a slut for me.”

you whine into her skin, and your hand trembles around her. sevika laughs at your reaction, somehow knowing just what to say. her large hand threads itself into the hair on top of your head.

“desperate little girl. bet you didn’t think i’d notice the way you pressed your thighs together looking at me. if i’d asked you to pay me with sex you would have, huh? filthy thing wanted to recreate a porno with me?”

you can’t even deny it, shaking your head as sevika pulls it back by your hair, tugging just enough to be both pleasure and pain. she grabs the base of her cock with her other hand, slapping her shaft against your cheek, dragging the tip and smearing precum across your lip.

“open.”

you do, and sevika rubs the tip of her cock on your tongue before bringing your head forward slowly. just a few inches, letting you adjust, before slowly pulling you back by the hair, then forward again. sevika uses your mouth like it’s a toy, but she’s also considerate.

“god, look at those eyes. so sweet. ‘n your lips are so pretty wrapped around my fat cock. gimme your hands.”

you hold up your hands, mouth still full of cock. sevika uses the hand that isn’t in your hair to take your wrists one by one and place your hands on her thighs. you can feel the strong muscle flexing under your palms as you grip her to ground yourself.

“if y’need me to stop, squeeze twice.”

you nod, which only succeeds in stuffing another inch into your already full mouth. sevika begins facefucking you in earnest, moving your head back and forth as she lifts her hips up off the couch to slam into your mouth. your eyes are watering, you can only taste skin and sweat, your nose brushes her pubes, and you’ve never been happier.

sevika’s head is thrown back, and she’s panting, grunting. you can feel her throbbing in your mouth as her thrusts lose their pace. you pick up the slack best you can, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue in whatever way you can. whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it right, because sevika’s abs tense as she teeters on the edge.

“this fuckin’ mouth was made for me. shit- i’m cumming. swallow my load, sweetheart. attagirl.”

sevika shoots her cum right down your throat. she’s salty and a little bitter but you can’t find yourself caring about the taste, because she’s looking at you like you’re a treasure as she pulls your head away from her cock.

“you’re drooling. cute.”

she wipes your chin with her hand, smearing the mix of drool and her own cum onto her tank top like she doesn’t care who sees what she did with you. you wipe at your teary eyes, and sevika’s hand loosens, gently scratching at your scalp instead.

“you’re so good. c’mere. let me return the favour, doll.”

she pats her lap, and you scramble off your knees to follow her instructions. her softened cock presses against your ass and back, remnants of release leaking onto your dress. you can’t find it in you to care. your thighs sit atop sevika’s and she spreads her legs to part yours as well. her hands wrap around you, under your arms, cupping your chest. sevika’s hands are skilled, quickly finding your nipples despite the layers of fabric, gently rolling and pinching until she can feel them pebble.

“so responsive…”

she murmurs, nose pressed just behind your ear, whispering lowly directly to you. sevika’s hands move lower, like she’s mapping you. first, splaying over your ribcage, then tracing the lines of your sides, grabbing handfuls of whatever she can of your hips, then your thighs, gently bunching fabric in her hands. sevika hikes up your dress, letting it pool around your waist, keeping it out of the way.

“can i touch you, honey?”

sevika coos in your ear as her hands settle on your bare thighs again, fingers spreading over your inner thighs and parting your legs further for her. you nod, and sevika tuts.

“words.” “i want you to touch me, please…” “i am touching you. be specific.” “...sevika, please touch my cunt?” “better.”

your face burns with shame, and then with something else entirely as her right hand traces the line of your panties, the thumb of her left hand stroking the middle of your panties to find the damp spot that formed.

“all that from suckin’ my cock? slutty girl.”

sevika’s tone isn’t degrading, it’s affectionate, excited. she runs the pad of her thumb over your clothed slit over and over, feeling your labia cling to the wet fabric and nudging against where your clit could be until she finds it.

she’s slow, methodical, engineered to drive you crazy. you let out a shaky whine after she presses down over your entrance just to feel your folds give way for her, and sevika shows mercy. she pulls your panties to the side, holding them out of the way with one hand. the ring and middle fingers of her other hand slide through your folds, making you shudder at the skin to skin contact.

“you’re so wet. ‘s like your cunt is cryin’ for me.”

sevika toes the line of admiration and degradation, only making you all the more hooked on her. her fingers, slicked with your own fluids, slide inside you with little resistance or preparation. her fingers are long, calloused, thick, warm, all in a way so different to your own and anything else you’ve felt inside you.

sevika’s got technique. it takes her very little time to find a rhythm you enjoy, her fingers curling against the spot that makes you gasp for air. she doesn’t let that go, attacking that spot over and over until you’re nearly crying, hands gripping her forearms for dear life. your hold doesn’t slow sevika in the slightest, and the noises of her fingerfucking your cunt fill the room, sloppy and wet and dirty in a way that’s like heaven.

“can you take another, baby? gotta prep you right.”

you nod, and sevika’s fingers stop instead. you let out a noise somewhere between an indignant squeak and a pitiful whimper. she just clears her throat, and you catch on that she wants you to use your words.

“i can take another.” “smart girl.”

you’re rewarded with a third finger, stretching you out beyond anything you’ve felt before. you nearly choke, dissolving into these whimpery little noises that only make sevika fuck you harder. it’s like she feeds off your desperation, and her pace never stops. her forearm muscles flex as she curls her hand up into you over and over.

sevika’s got a read on your body already. you clench around her, tighter and tighter, and she knows what’s coming. her lips find your earlobe, nipping at it as she speaks filth to you.

“you’re right there, huh? gonna cum on my fingers? c’mon, let me have it.”

you want to give sevika what she wants, and the coil of pleasure is wound up far too tight for you to stop now. your nails leave blunt little marks in her forearms as you cum, gasping out her name in way that would have an adult film director hiring you on the spot. her fingers don’t slow until you’ve rode the wave of climax all the way through, stopping just before you cry from overstimulation.

“look at you.”

sevika mutters in your ear, slowly pulling her fingers from your fluttering hole and lifting her hand up to your eye level. her index, middle and ring fingers are soaked, covered in translucent fluid that leaves strings when she pulls her fingers apart. she brings them to your mouth, and you open your mouth, sucking her fingers clean. you can taste the tang of yourself, and under it, the salt of sevika’s skin. she hums approvingly, her cock fully hard once again, pressing to the curve of your back with a vengeance.

“i can keep going.”

you speak up as soon as her fingers withdraw from your mouth, and sevika chuckles lowly.

“i didn’t even have to prompt you for words that time. you’re learning. hop up for me, sugar.”

you stand up on shaking legs, and sevika follows suit, far less shaky and much more smug. sevika’s hands are on you again, hiking up your dress in one hand and pulling your panties down with the other, getting them far enough down for you to kick them off. she’s guiding you, helping you to get back on the couch. knees in the bottom cushion, hands braced on the back, letting you look back at sevika.

sevika lets out a low whistle as she pulls your hem back up around your waist, letting her get a look at your arched back, dripping cunt, and your winking pucker. she grabs an asscheek in each hand, pulling them apart to get the best view she can.

“shit. i’m gonna wreck this pretty hole.”

sevika grits out. she spits onto your pussy, making you shudder before she’s passing her fingers back through your slit to catch your slick and her saliva to smear over her shaft. then her hand is on the small of your back, holding you steady as she lines herself up.

“you ready?”

sevika checks in as she rubs her cockhead up and down your folds, gently parting you around her. you grip the couch harder, letting out a bratty reply in your impatience.

“if you don’t put your cock in me this instant i swear im gonn- ah- fuck…”

sevika shuts that down real quick, pushing her hips forward and burying her cock inside you in one slow, deep thrust. you’re left gasping around your words, and sevika snickers at you, hands sliding up your ass to grip your hips.

“mouthy. i’m gonna fuck th’ attitude out of you.”

that’s all the warning you get before sevika’s setting a brutal pace, balls slapping against your clit as she drives herself in and out of your cunt like she owns it.

in this moment, she does.

you’re moaning, holding onto the plush of the couch for dear life, your cheek presses to the fabric, sliding back and forth with every thrust. you’re letting out little ‘oh, oh, oh’s that makes sevika grin wickedly behind you.

“perfect little cunt for a perfect little princess. you like feelin’ me all deep inside you?”

one of her hands moves under your stomach to press her fingers into the flesh just above your pelvis and you let out a noise you’ve never heard yourself make before.

“so deep… s-so good, please don’t stop, sevik- ah!” “wasn’t plannin’ to.”

sevika’s hand leaves your tummy to trail lower, thumb flicking at your clit harshly. you clench around her cock, still sensitive from her fingerfucking. she doesn’t let your bucking hips stop her, keeping you pinned with her strong arm, and groans as your pussy keeps her sucked deep inside.

your cunt is addictive. the hand that isn’t rubbing your clit trails up your spine, tanned palm sliding over your back, your nape, and then around to your throat. sevika’s just holding, not choking, but the way you react by pushing back to meet her thrusts and the spike of your already rapid pulse has sevika feral.

“fuck, please, lemme go harder. wanna make sure this pussy remembers me for days.”

you just nod, moaning an ‘uh huh!’ you’re worried she’ll stop since you’re beyond words, but sevika takes pity on you, cooing at you instead.

“poor cockdrunk doll. don’ worry, this cunt is telling me what she needs, squeezing around me like that.”

the thumb on your clit picks up its pace, and sevika’s hips slap against yours rougher than before. her forehead drops to your shoulder, and you feel her lick her tongue over your skin before she bites down. you cry out, overstimulated in the best possible way, a second orgasm taking you over.

sevika’s hands return to your hips. she slams you back onto her cock once, twice, and then she’s pulling out. you feel the liquid warmth of her cum spurting onto the curves of your ass as sevika paints you with her seed.

you feel weightless, boneless, foggy. the only thing keeping you up is the couch under your cheek and sevika’s strong hands. she’s panting, catching her breath, patting your hip.

“you look real good covered in me.”

you hear fabric rustling, and then feel the swipe of fabric as sevika wipes you down with her shirt. you tiredly turn your head to look at her, smiling slightly.

“i have like, towels and tissues for that.”

your voice has a slight shake to it still, and sevika swats your now clean butt with a smirk.

“you’ve got a washing machine, yeah? i can just toss it in there. unless it breaks like everything else in this apartment.”

that makes you snort. sevika pulls on her boxers, and then manhandles you out of your position that’s rapidly become uncomfortable. she sits back on your couch, sits you on her lap, wraps her arms around your middle.

“don’t you have to go back to work?” “that can wait.”

and sevika finally tilts your head to catch you in a kiss that steals all the air from your lungs.

sevika leaves your apartment an hour later with a freshly washed and dried tank top, your number in her phone, and plans for a dinner date tomorrow night.

OUGHGHGHG i missed posting yesterday but i hope i made up for it w this beast of a fic . i worked so hard on this i hope it doesnt flop . i PROMISE cry wolf pt 2 will be out soon guys . please send in other requests . masterlist and wip list coming soon as well . blue collar sevika has rotted my brain ..... drools . hope u enjoyed reading cherubs ! thank u all for 150 followers <3

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