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✿⋆༘ she/they ⋆ cassie ⋆ libra‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
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hi merry christmas namamasko po!!! 😋🎄
OMG I ONLY SAW THIS NOWWW
MERRY CHROISMOISSSS!!!!!
I got my nipples pierced🔥🔥
𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
⊹ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬— Ellie Williams was always off-limits—your brother’s best friend, the girl who grew into your every fantasy and every rule you were never supposed to break. But years of glances, grazes, and games combust when she finally follows you down the hall. One party, one bathroom, and a decade of tension detonate behind a locked door.
⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭— 7.5k
⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬— bbf!top!ellie x sub!reader, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), strap-on sex, semi-public bathroom sex, near-caught kink, ass slapping, tit play, rough sex, rachel and dina being iconic, soft power play, MEN AND MINORS DNI, likes and reblogs are deeply appreciated.
Holy moly
texting loser!ellie that you have n!pple piercing in class masterlist
bored in english, you reply to a girl named E you’ve been talking to on an anonymous gay dating app—without knowing it’s that lesbian nerd girl, ellie williams.
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | ♡ | part 6 | ♡ | part 7 part 8 | part 9 | ♡ | ♡ | part 10
GUYS READ THIS READ IT AUGHHSHQIWBHSJSJSDJSJE ITS SO HOOD READ IT.
I've been rereading it as my bedtime story😛😛😛🎁
-Fit to be tied-
I love bullying Sevika, even if she could crush my head with one hand.....
Gnawing on her like a welllllllll done stake
❀ 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏
Sevika x Reader (Creampie)
~2k words! choking, spanking, artificial cock- MINORS AND MEN DNI!
“Are you sure it works?” You asked, looking down at the sleek black case sitting on the edge of the bed. Sevika had been hinting at some toy she’d been working on for a while— waiting to use it on you. There were nights where her head was between your thighs, gripping onto your hips as her tongue flicked through your folds, when she’d stop and tease you, telling you she couldn’t wait to make you drench the sheets.
“Yeah, it works. I…tested it. Before I brought it over.” Sevika said, already working on the buckles of her many belts. You stood from the bed with a smile, reaching out to pull her closer by her belt, your fingers replacing hers.
“Oh? So you got started without me.” You asked, tilting your head to look up at her. She chuckled, wrapping her arm around your waist as she leaned her face closer to yours.
“Had to make sure it was gonna do what I needed it to. Been talkin’ it up for the past couple weeks, didn’t want to disappoint.” Sevika mumbled, her lips finally pressing against your neck, her nose nudging against your chin. You smiled, finally pulling her belts off and tossing them to the ground next to you.
“You never disappoint, baby…” A shiver ran down your spine as Sevika’s hand reached down, squeezing you softly. “Now are you gonna tell me what it does or…?”
“I’ll show you.” She muttered, her hand cupping your cheek to guide your lips to hers. Your eyes fluttered closed as your arms wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer— if possible. You could never get tired of this, how tightly her hands held you while her tongue slid against yours. A sound left your throat, needy. Sevika pulled back to look at you, smirking as you panted softly.
She walked you towards the bed, sitting you on the edge as she took a step back. You smiled, cocking your head to the side a bit.
“I get a strip show?”
Sevika didn’t say anything, just kept her eyes right on yours as she unbuttoned her pants, kicking out of both them and her boxers. She pulled off her shirt and tossed it, and your mouth gaped slightly- how could it not when she looked this fucking good.
Her hand reached out, her fingers tilting your head up to hers as she kissed you again— much deeper this time. You heard her other hand fumbling with the box, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was how deep her tongue was and how you wish it was inside you instead.
“Focus,” Sevika said as she lifted her face from yours “Don’t want you gone so soon.” You looked down and saw her pulling on…a strap-on.
That definitely snapped you out of your daze.
“Sev…we use one of those like, every other day. How is this what you’ve been working on for like, two weeks—“
Your breath caught as you felt her fingers wrap around yours throught, effectively shutting you up. “Keep talking like that and I’ll leave you right here, drippin’ and empty. Got it?” Her voice was impossibly low.
You nodded, whining softly at the feeling of her hand tight against you.
“Good girl, now get undressed for me while I get ready for you.”
You had never gotten naked so fast. Not even when Sevika got home and slammed the door that one, very long night.
Your eyes finally drifted down to the attatchment. It was…oh she was gonna fucking wreck you. You looked up at her and— her face was slightly flushed, her chest rising as she panted softly.
It finally clicked. You bit your lip as your hands ran up Sevika’s thighs to her hips, pulling her close as you looked up at her. Her gaze was fixed on you, her hand reaching out to run over your hair as she pulled you closer.
“…so you’ll feel it?” You asked, looking down at the…very large thing hanging between her strong thighs.
“Yeah…it, uh— feels nice.”
The thought of Sevika’s hand wrapped around her own cock, gasping and moaning as she felt a different kind of pleasure for the first time had you dripping. You reached out, keeping your eyes on as your hand wrapped around it. It felt slick, but not as fake as the ones you’d used before. Her hips jerked forward a bit, her hand tightening in your hair as the colder one rested on your shoulder.
“Does it feel good?” You asked, now focused completely on making her feel good— your hand twisting when you got to the tip.
“Fuck yeah…” Her voice was already at that point where is came deep from her throat.
Something wet slid down onto you palm as you reached her tip again, and you finally took your eyes off her face to look down. White. Sevikas eyes followed yours and she smirked, pushing her hips deeper into your hand.
“Right. Forgot to tell you that’d ha— fuck!” Your lips wrapped around the tip, bringing her into your mouth to taste it. It was…sweet. In a way that made you want more— that made you want to feel it run down your throat while Sevika held you there to take every fucking drop.
And you were gonna get it.
Your head began to bob, slowly at first. You knew even with all the testing, Sevika had never had a mouth on her.
You were her first.
Fuck.
Sevika groaned as your mouth filled with saliva, your eyes closed as your hands moved back to her hips, one sliding around to cup her ass as you pushed yourself deeper onto her.
“Fuck, baby— slow down. I can’t…no- don’t slow down. Keep going, it feels fucking amazing.”
Her hips began to move in time with you, thrusting herself further into your mouth as you relaxed your throat to take her. You could feel more of her pre-cum falling onto your tongue, and the taste was fucking addicting. You weren’t sure if it was because it actually tasted good or because the thought of Sevika finally coming inside you had you more desperate that usual.
Though the answer was pretty obvious considering you were moaning. Very desperately, like she wasn’t already fucking your throat.
“If I knew you liked it this much, I would’ve made it so— fuck! Baby, you gonna let me talk??”
You pulled off her cock, your lips glistening with spit. “No.”
Sevika moaned as you took her again, deeper this time her entire body shuddering as she felt your throat gag around her. Her grip in your hair only got tighter as she tried to fight the urge to just hold you in place. Use you. That was for another time.
The sound of your moans filled the room, spit dribbling down your chin as her cock pulsed in your mouth. For minutes you sat there, taking her as she set the pace— her head falling back every time your nose nudged the curls sitting right above her length.
You gasped as she pulled you off, your breasts rising with each breath you took as your eyes met hers.
“Get on the bed,” She muttered, “Want to feel you around me when I finally cum.”
Your back hit the mattress as she climbed over you, her mech hand pushing your thighs wide open as she settled between them, her tip resting on top of your soaked cunt. Sevika chuckled, her free hand wrapping around herself as she slid her cock through your folds, pressing right against your swollen clit. “You’re drippin’, baby…all that from taking my cock with those pretty lips?” You whimpered softly, your hips reaching for any friction you could get.
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
You groaned, your head falling back against the firm pillow beneath you. “Fuck me, Sev.”
Your entrance pulsed as you felt her cock press against it, her tip slowly slipping in before she pulled back— teasing you with every short thrust. She ran her hand along your thigh as she pulled your leg over her shoulder, opening you up wider for her. Every inch felt like torture. Beautiful, thick, torture. It was as if she was trying to mold your walls to her cock so you could take her, and only her. You looked up and saw a bead of sweat dripping from her forehead to her scarred jaw, her mouth slightly open as she felt the warmth of your pussy for the first time. “You’re so fucking wet, I could sit here for hours— just filling you up.” You moaned at the thought, and Sevika felt your cunt clench around her.
“Fuck- do that again.”
And you did, your walls clamping down on her cock to pull her deeper inside you. She moaned, moving your leg down to hold it around her waist as her hips finally pressed against yours, her head falling down to your shoulder.
“Sev?”
“Wait, just—“ She panted, her back muscles moving with each labored breath.
She was trying not to cum.
You let out a breathless laugh. “Can’t take it, sweetheart? I thought you practiced.”
That’s how you ended up on your knees, your face pressed against that mattress with Sevika’s flesh hand wrapped up in your hair as her mech one held onto yours hips, her cock slamming into you in short, fast, thrusts. Your arms could barely hold you up- the feeling of her cock filling you each time made you drool.
“Fuck, Sev- ‘m sorry—“
She tugged at your hair, your back arching further as her breath filled your ear.
“No you’re not. You wanted this- wanted me to fill this pussy over and over till you’re fuckin’ numb.”
She wasn’t wrong…
“I can’t—“
“Can’t you? With all the practice you’ve had taking my cock— whether I could feel it or not?”
What Sevika didn’t understand was that it did feel different. Each thrust was more calculated, precise. Because she could feel everything, especially that spot that she hit with 100% accuracy now that she could feel the difference.
She pushed your head into the sheets, her eyes focused on the way your ass shook each time her hips met yours. Her words became less harsh, her movements less focused on punishing you and more about wanting to feel you squeeze around her when you finally came.
“Sev…’m gonna…” You could barely talk, each words a struggle to get out as she fucked you stupid.
“I know, baby. Cum for me…I wanna feel it around my cock the same way I felt it around my fingers last night.”
Oh god.
Sevika smirked as she felt you gush onto her, the memories flooding your head.
“Yeah…remember that? How I sucked on that pretty clit with four fingers inside you. You were fuckin’ ruining our sheets with how wet you were.”
“Vika—“
“Remember how hard you came? Those thighs wrapped around my head even when you tried to push me off?”
“Ahh—!”
“And then you fucking squirted all over my face. Didn’t stop eating you though, did I?”
“Nng— no…”
“I drank,”
Her hips slammed harder with each word that spilled over.
“Every.”
“Sevika—“
“Last.”
“I’m gonna cum-“
“Drop.”
Your head fell forward as your cum coated her cock, her name muffled into the sheets as your body shook with each aftershock. And then you felt it. Her teeth marking your shoulder as her hips pressed against you one final time— her cum flooding your soaked pussy as she bit down harder. You were both panting, your bodies twitching together.
Sevika’s back straightened as she pulled out, watching her cum slide down your folds, some of it dripping onto the bed while the rest pooled down your thighs. She grabbed a handful of you, her thumb pulling you open as she watched her own cum be forced out of your pulsing cunt.
“Oh, I can’t fuckin’ forget this.”
*click*
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❀ I MADE IT ON TIME.
❀ i promise to post earlier next time, it’s sooo late.
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hear me out….. eating sevika out like this…
I should write this....yes...I should....
trust i got yall fr 💯💯💯
sevika's tooth gap
✶ she knows it drives you insane, which is why she never uses it right away. she’ll eat you normally first— slow licks, her nose bumping your clit, just to get you dripping. then, once you’re whining enough, she’ll grin against your folds and bam, the gap comes into play.
sevika will drag her teeth just barely across your inner thigh, smirking when you shiver. “what’s wrong, doll? nervous i’ll bite?” she says it knowing damn well the little scrape of her tooth gap makes your pussy clench.
✶ when she closes her mouth around your clit, she’ll angle her head so her gap presses just right— a little suction, a little pressure, and suddenly you’re grinding against her face. she’s smug as hell about it too.
✶ she’ll literally trap your swollen little nub in the space between her teeth, applying the lightest amount of pressure. just enough to make you panic, but never enough to hurt. she loves how you squeal and grab her hair, begging her not to stop.
✶ sevika’s favorite thing? pressing her gap against your clit and humming. the vibration + the friction has you seeing stars. she pulls away only when you’re on the brink, licking her lips slow like she’s savoring a meal. “sweetest thing i ever tasted,” she’ll rasp, before going back in.
✶ sometimes she’ll tease, “wonder if i could leave a perfect little mark… a tooth-gap bruise, just for me.” then she nibbles at your mound until you’re trembling, right before diving back into making you cum.
✶ she lives for the way you hide your face, embarrassed, when you cum so hard from something so dumbly specific like her tooth gap. “what, embarrassed your girl makes you lose it with her smile?” she’ll chuckle, wiping her chin on your thigh before going for round two.
BLOOD DRUNK REQUEST #1 #2 // vampire!sevika x reader ;; scissoring...
Aughhhhh, clean up in isle my pants😩😩😩😩
Happy Feasting
the fic that I promised the world, it's been sitting in my drafts for a while...sorry...
Ellie rolls a blunt on your abdomen as she eats you out slopy style :p
Tags: drug use, munch!ellie
You were already a blunt in. Ellie cracked a window open so you wouldn't hotbox her room. It was cold at first, the nightly summer breeze was starting to get cold at the turn of season but you didn't really care that much anymore.
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 :) ----------
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P★RNSTAR
summary: you are embarrassed as hell because sevika forces you to watch porn on her lap while she touches you
18+ // nsfw, men and minors dni ;; size kink ;; praise corruption kink ;; porn ;; dom!sevika ;; fingering ;; dirty talk ;; thigh riding ;; overstim ;; meany!sev ;; oral ;; vika’s tooth gap teasing ;; amab!sevika
contains lazy morning sex, oral sex s!receiving, vaginal fingering s!receiving, sub sevika
—Where nothing matters.
Sevika’s mech arm rests on the bedside table, a dull glint catching the early light filtering through the blinds. The low thrum of the music from your shared playlist is playing on your phone, filling the room.
She’s stretched out on her side of the bed. Hair messy like she came back and barely survived from war, face half-buried in her pillow, one long leg kicked out from under the sheets.
You know she’s been awake. Hell, she got up earlier, she always do.
She brushed her teeth, even started getting dressed. Except “getting dressed” apparently stopped at boxers, socks, and the first shirt she grabbed before she collapsed back into bed. A win is a win, isn’t it. She has clothes on in the end.
And she’ll keep pretending she’s a morning person.
You’re at the sink, toothbrush dangling lazily between your teeth as you listen to the faint hiss of the coffee machine in the kitchen.
You’re no better than her, just more awake. You have your panties on and an old band shirt of hers, too big but clean and comfortable.
The air is warm with the smell of coffee and something sweet; pastry, sugar. Something from breakfast earlier.
You spite and rinse. When you pad back into the bedroom, Sevika’s still exactly where you left her, except now her one arm lifts just enough to grope at the nightstand.
“Going back to sleep?” you ask with a teasing smile, leaning against the doorframe.
Her only reply is a low, incoherent groan. Not even a word. Just a sound. Like a big black panther after a long nap.
The thought makes you smile. Then her fingers find the familiar cardboard box, and she pulls out a cigarette with the precision of some kind of muscle memory.
Before she can get it to her lips, you’re there, plucking it right from her hand.
She doesn’t fight you. Doesn’t even open her eyes. Just lets her arm fall back to the bed with a soft thud and tilts her head back in defeat.
“You know you can’t smoke in here,” you remind her.
She grunts. An acknowledgment, not agreement, even if she knows you’re right. But the corners of her mouth twitch like she’s amused.
You toss the cigarette onto the bedside table like it’s never existed and climb onto the bed, settling yourself across her hip like you own her.
Which, honestly, you do. Sevika’s never once pretended otherwise.
Her hand finds you automatically. Big and warm against your thigh, fingers sliding up just far enough to find bare skin beneath the hem of her shirt you’re wearing.
She strokes lazy patterns there, the rough pad of her thumb dragging lightly, like she’s reacquainting herself with her favorite spot.
You lean down, your hair brushing her jaw, and her eyes finally crack open.
There’s a smugness there, even through the haze of sleep. The kind that says she’s completely aware of the effect she has on you, and she’s not above enjoying it.
Her mouth curves into the faintest smile before you close the distance, pressing your lips to hers.
It’s not a quick kiss. It’s slow, deep. A little greedy. Her lips are warm, soft despite the faint drag of chapped edges, and she tastes faintly like the coffee you brewed earlier.
She hums low in her throat like she can’t help it, pulling you a fraction closer, hand tightening on your thigh.
You can feel her chest rise under you, the solid heat of her body soaking through the thin cotton of her shirt.
The track changes in the background, bass line rolling steady as her tongue brushes against yours. Unhurried, claiming, like you’ve got nowhere to be and she’s going to make sure you stay exactly where you are.
In her arms, in the bad you share, in those sheets.
Where nothing else matters.
Her hand doesn’t stay idle for long. The lazy stroking on your thigh turns into slow, deliberate sweeps of her palm, up and down, fingers pressing just enough to make you feel them.
She’s not rushing. Just exploring like she’s got the whole day to map you out. And she does.
You smile against her mouth. You know her too well.
When she slips her fingers just a little higher, you murmur against her mouth, voice low but teasing. “You’re starting something:”
She tilts her head, eyes half-lidded, and there’s that deep, warm chuckle, the kind that rolls from her chest more than her throat.
“Maybe,” she says, voice low and rough, the word half-laugh, half-confession.
She leans in to steal another kiss, slower this time, almost indulgent. You feel her smile against your lips, not wide but real.
It’s silly. The way she’s like this. Laughing so easily with you, letting her guard down enough to just be.
She’d never admit it out loud, but you know she doesn’t do this with anyone else.
That laugh, that lazy affection, that way she holds you like she has every right.
It’s yours. Tucked away between slow mornings and rumpled sheets.
Her thumb drags higher on your thigh, brushing dangerously close to the edge of your underwear. She hums again. Her eyes stay on your face, like she’s memorizing every reaction.
You match her stare, unblinking, that same soft smile playing at your lips like you’ve already won.
Your thumbs trace slow, easy circles over her chest, feeling the steady rhythm of her heart beneath your touch.
She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away, just lets her eyes travel over your face like she’s drinking in the sight of you in the morning light. The sunlight cuts across the bed, warm against your back, catching the curve of her jaw where you lean in.
Your mouth finds her neck, and you press a kiss to it. Soft at first, just a brush of lips.
You feel the subtle shift in her. That tension that’s not quite tension, like she’s already bracing herself to give in.
You kiss her again, slower, this time lingering, and her breath hitches almost imperceptibly. One of her fingers flexes against your skin, gripping just a little harder. Like you’ve pulled a string that makes her move.
By the third kiss, she’s tilting her head back.
Giving you more without hesitation. Her eyes flutter closed, and the quiet hum that leaves her chest feels like surrender.
Her breathing’s slower now, deeper, but there’s a weight to it. A heaviness that says she’s not holding herself back anymore.
That hand on your thigh starts to wander, dragging upward with deliberate slowness, fingertips tracing over the curve of your hip like she’s mapping every inch.
You keep your mouth on her neck, the angle perfect to catch the steady thud of her pulse under your lips.
She smells faintly like the clean soap from earlier and a hint of that cigarette she never got to light. When your lips graze just below her ear, you hear the quiet sound she makes.
Low, caught between a sigh and a groan.
Her palm shifts even higher, brushing over the dip of your waist, then spreading wide across your back beneath the shirt, warm and sure.
She’s still not rushing, just taking. Possessing you like she always does but without any edge.
You press another kiss just under her ear, slow and deliberate, your breath hot against her skin.
“Mm,” she hums, that rare sound she makes when she’s fully at ease. Always with you. And her fingers flex against you, pulling you slightly closer.
It’s easy like this. Her giving in completely, you spoiling her like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Because she deserves it, because you want to give everything to her.
You can feel the tension draining from her shoulders under your touch, replaced by something heavier, needier, waiting.
Her fingers on your back shift lower, curling just enough to guide you down.
Gentle, like she’s asking without words.
The pressure is subtle, almost nothing, but you’ve been waiting for it all morning.
You’d planned this the second you saw her sprawled out.
Shirt riding up, hair a mess, the faint scowl that wasn’t really a scowl. You just wanted the sign. And here it is, as soft as it is undeniable.
Your lips leave her neck with one last slow press, trailing down along the line of her collarbone.
She tilts her chin up, eyes half-lidded, watching you with that quiet, unreadable hunger she only lets you see.
Her fingers tighten fractionally on your skin. You follow the pull, kissing lower, mouth brushing over the dark skin at the edge of her shirt.
She’s still letting you set the pace, but every small shift of her grip is its own request.
You glance up once, and she’s looking at you like you’re something to be worshipped and consumed at the same time. It’s enough to make you linger there, lips moving slow, tasting her skin before you keep going.
Inch by inch, lower and lower.
Your lips keep traveling, lazy, like you’ve got all day. And maybe you do.
The hem of her shirt rides up under your touch as you go down, down, down. Baring more of her stomach to the warm air.
You press a kiss there, slow and deliberate, feeling the faint twitch of her muscles beneath.
Her hand moved up as you get down slowly, guiding you without any force, just enough pressure to make her want clear.
The music hums low in the background, a lazy music that seems to sync with the rhythm of your kisses.
You mouth at her skin just above the waistband of her boxers, and she exhales hard, her fingers curling tighter.
“Fuck,” she murmurs, not sharp but thick with the sound of someone who’s been holding back too long.
You glance up at her through your lashes, her head’s tipped back against the pillow, jaw slack, eyes heavy. Vulnerable in a way she’d hate anyone else to see but you.
Your hands hook in the waistband, dragging her boxers down slow, your mouth following every new inch of skin and dark hair of that thin line on her stomach. She doesn’t stop you.
She wouldn’t dare.
And when you finally settle between her legs, she’s already breathing like you’ve been touching her for hours.
“You’re really gonna—” she starts, soft hoarse but soft in her own way.
She can’t say more, you cut her off with the press of your lips exactly where she wants them, and the rest of the sentence dies in a sharp inhale.
She’s gone the second your mouth touches her. Head tipping back. A curse falling out of her that’s more breath than voice.
There’s no fight left in her. Not that there ever really was with you.
She gave in the moment you climbed onto her hip, and now she’s too far gone to even think about going back.
Her hand slides into your hair, fingers threading through slowly, not to pull but to anchor herself.
You feel the gentle weight of her palm on the back of your head. The quiet, wordless way she keeps you there.
You take your time, giving her exactly what you promised without ever saying it out loud.
Slow, deep, deliberate.
The kind of pace that draws low sounds from her chest, the kind that has her exhaling like she’s been holding her breath all morning.
The music keeps rolling in the background, bass low, steady, and she’s moving with it now.
Subtle shifts of her hips, the occasional flex of her fingers in your hair.
When you glance up, her eyes are half-lidded and watching you with a hunger that’s no longer restrained.
“Fuck, baby…” she mutters, voice rough, almost fond in its ruin.
It’s growing pleasure. It’s love. It’s trust.
Her thumb strokes absent circles against your scalp, like she’s half here in the moment, half somewhere higher you’ve pulled her to.
And you know.
She’s not thinking about anything else. Not the day ahead, not the cigarette she never lit, not the coffee gone cold on the counter in the kitchen. Because nothing matters.
Just you, exactly where she wants you.
Exactly how she likes it.
You shift just enough to slide your fingers inside her, the motion unhurried, smooth. Like you’re easing her into the next wave instead of dragging her.
Her breath catches hard. A sharp inhale that’s followed by a low, drawn-out groan.
Her hand tightens in your hair, holding on.
She’s breathing like every exhale might be the one that tips her over. Her chest rising against the fabric of her shirt that’s twisted halfway up her ribs.
You keep your mouth on her folds, on her clit. Slow and steady. Letting your tongue and your fingers move together in an unbreakable rhythm.
Every shift of your hand draws a new sound from her. Low, soft huffs, a shaky mmh that’s more instinct than language.
Her hips roll up to meet you, the movement lazy but desperate in its own way, like she wants to keep up but doesn’t have the energy to do anything but give herself over.
And you’re not asking her to. You’re taking care of everything.
“God, you’re—” she tries, but the words cut off when your fingers curl on that spot. Her jaw drops, a sound spilling out that she’d never make for anyone else. “O-oh, fuck…”
She’s not saying much now. Only fragments of your name, a muttered ‘again’, a rough inhale that catches halfway. Her hand helplessly moves from your head to the bed; fist in the sheets, knuckles pale, while her chest rises and falls fast beneath the fabric of her shirt
You look up, just for a second.
And it’s everything.
Sevika sprawled against the pillows, hair messy, lips parted, eyes heavy and fixed on you like she’s watching something sacred. All she has to do is lie there and take it.
She does. Beautifully.
And she’s lost now, eyes fluttering shut as her breathing grows uneven, her body reacting before she can even think about controlling it.
Every slow drag of your fingers, every soft press of your mouth on her pulls her deeper under, until she’s nothing but sensation and the quiet pulse of your touch.
“Don’t stop…” she breathes, voice wrecked but low, like she’s too far gone to speak any louder.
You feel her chest rise hard under your palms. The tension winding through her body, coiling tighter with every movement.
She’s so close.
You can hear it in the way her breathing stutters, see it in the way her head tips back against the pillow like she’s trying to hold on and failing.
“Baby—” she starts, but the word breaks off into a low, ragged moan when you curl your fingers deeper and suck on her clit.
She’s losing it.
Her thighs twitch around you. Her whole body tensing for a heartbeat before it melts into release.
She comes with a shudder that runs the length of her.
Her hand clutching the sheets like it’s the only thing keeping her anchored to the things you’re doing to her. The sound she makes is low and guttural. Pulled from somewhere deep.
And you drink it in. Slowing your pace only when you feel her start to tremble beneath you.
When it finally goes down, she’s sprawled against the pillows, chest heaving, eyes closed.
Her hand slides from the sheets to your cheek, thumb brushing lazily over your skin in silent gratitude. She’s quiet, except for the faint, pleased hum she always makes when she’s too blissed out to speak.
And you can’t help but smile.
Because really, all she had to do was lie down and look pretty.
And she did it perfectly.
Listening to the Honeymoon Album by Lana del Rey while writing this made me feel like I was writing the next erotic bestseller, music is important when writing trust me
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Really wish it was me, SpongeBob, a girl can dream...
Should I write a fic of ellie eating you out while she rolls a blunt on your abdomen/stomach and has to keep pushing your hips down cause you keep bucking them????
yes
no