Synopsis: Despite what happened the night you met, staying with Sevika was the best option for now, at least. Over the past two months all she's done is irritate you endlessly then make up for it in the sleeper... until one night she decides to treat you to the luxury of a run-down motel room.
Wc: 1k
Warnings: g!p Sevika, hair pulling, musk kink if you squint, mentions of previous dubious consent, size kink, manhandling, restraining, breeding kink + unprotected sex, Sevika orgasming multiple times embarrassingly quickly. It is implied that Sevika will keep reader hostage if they try to leave but its not kidnapping... yet? 😏
For an embarrassingly long time you rejected her, always turning down her advances despite knowing what she did to you that very first night... and how much you enjoyed it. The past two months though you stayed, having nowhere else to go this was your best option and yet despite her crude remarks and musky scent -which never went away even when she showered in dingy motel rooms- you stayed.
"One room, double bed." The clerk at the desk of said dusty, dingy motel just off the highway barely lifts his head as he grabs a room key and takes Sevika's money.
"Upstairs, last door on the left." Taking the key she swings it around her finger before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs- which she takes two at a time. If you were being kidnapped or held against your will that clerk would have zero clue. Terrible customer service. "Looks like you're sharin' with me dollface."
"I told you to stop calling me that." With exaggerated annoyance you rip your hand from hers, trying to prove the point that you still 'didn't like her'. Even though Sevika has climbed into that sleeper and used your body while your 'asleep' multiple times and you never stop her.
"Why would I stop? Your face gets all scrunchy when I do. It's adorable."
"My face does not get 'scrunchy' thank you very much!!"
"Tell that to your nose. Right now. It's all srunched up and adorable... like a feisty mouse." Just to prove her point Sevika boops your nose. This huge, 6ft something tall, intimidating yet kind of soft, infuriating woman just booped your nose.
"I- you-"
"Feisty mouse." She grins, unlocking the door and ushering you out of the hallway and into the room.
It was going to be a long night, you knew that purely from the way the lights flickered, the bed looked like it was wobbling on one leg and the wallpaper was stained with... something. "This place is gross."
"Beggars can't be choosers, dollface." Your head whips around to tell her off for calling you that but the shit eating grin on her face says it all. She knows exactly what she's doing and nothing you do will stop her.
Yeah. A long, very long night this would be.
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That bed that looked like it was about to break? Now it felt like it was about to break too. With your face pressed into the sheets -which your positive hadn't been washed- Sevika plows into you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair at the scalp with her other free hand on your hip squeezing and kneading the flesh there. "Jesus christ you always feel so good doll..."
Sevika had showered first, leaving you to only get half of a shower before the water ran cold, leaving you freezing- nipples rock hard and body shivering. Was it Sevika's plan so that she could help 'warm you up'? Sure. Did it work? Absolutely.
The obscene 'plap plap plap' of her pelvis hitting the soft flesh of your cheeks with each thrust bounces off the walls, the paper thin walls which almost guarantees that anyone in adjoining rooms could hear you. "S-sevika not so h-hard..." weakly your hands push at her lower stomach, trying to calm her thrusts or slow her down but it's no use she's a well oiled machine from having you around so much- you made the monster now you have to deal with it.
"None 'a that dollface-" her grunts grow huskier, deeper as her hips continue to plow her thick, girthy cock into your cunt which is absolutely betraying you with how sloppy it is and how you tighten around her each time she hits that spot.
Gripping your wrists with one hand Sevika pins them to your lower back rendering you useless, unable to do anything but take it now. Every pump of her hips encourages the already-squeaky bed legs to creak and shake under the weight of both of you and the rapid movement, threatening to collapse beneath you. Sevika is too blissed out in your cunt to care, reveling in the way you walls grip her cock like a velvet sleeve and you're far too gone to be worrying about it- drool forming at the corner of your permanently open mouth, staining the already questionable bedspread.
"Best ah- best fucking pussy I've ever felt." Her hand tightens around your wrist as she grows closer to her orgasm, embarrassingly quickly. Despite having you around for a few weeks and taking what she needs when she needs it Sevika still isn't used to having such a pretty thing available whenever she needs it. For years she's sat alone fucking her grease stained fist for a mediocre release out of necessity.
You were heaven. Sevika's heaven. And there was no chance she was letting you go anytime soon.
Every thrust, every creak of the bed leg only fuels Sevika's feral need for you. There's something about you -young, pretty, so fucking willing- that gets her off like nobody has before. Younger and in her prime she had no trouble with women though growing older and being out on the road put a pin in that... until you came along like an angel sent from the heavens above.
"Gonna fill you up doll... god this pussy is fuckin' perfect..." her moans and groans mingle with your own whines and cries of pleasure as her hips stutter, pace faltering as she finally lets go, releasing the pent up frustration from the past couple of days directly into your warm, open and willing womb.
Feeling the spread of warmth seep into your tummy your body betrays you and you finally allow yourself to let go- to stop holding back and pretending you don't like what she does to you. Pulsing and tightening around her invading shaft your cunt pulses and milks her cock unknowingly making Sevika cum again still buried deep inside. "Jesus christ dollface... keep doin' that and I'll never let you go."
Staying buried deep Sevika manhandles you so that you're both lay down, her spooning you from behind, pressing soft, unexpected kisses to your sweaty skin. "You... weren't going to let me go... anyway." You feel the curve of her lips against you back, confirming your statement without a word.
"No. It's far too lonely out here without you, doll. Need my girl to keep me entertained."
mechanic!sevika, clueless!reader, top!sevika, bottom!reader, horny yearning, praise, strap use (r!receiving), rough sev, i call a “wife beater” a wife pleaser
𑣲men n minors dni !!
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who became immediately infatuated with you the first time she saw you: wearing a loose mini dress, in need of a simple oil change. something in her panicked; she needed to see you again. in an act of both cowardice and desperation she sabotaged your engine...
after only being gone for a week you stand before her, pouting in a way that makes sevika’s clit throb with need.
“i have no idea what happened! my engine was fine until a few days ago!”
sevika gives you a small smirk, trying her best not to give herself away. “no clue, pretty girl. i’ll tell you what—let me fix this for you for free, hm?”
your jaw goes slack with surprise. sevika’s mind immediately goes to all the things she could do with such a pretty mouth.
“you’d do that for me?”
“anything for you~” sevika nonchalantly shrugs.
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who makes sure you see her covered in soot and sweat after working on your car. she knows you’re looking at each and every curve in her muscular body; at the way the fluorescent lights bounce off her her dark complexion.
“something the matter?” she asks, feigning concern.
face burning, snapping out of your trance you sputter out “n-nope! all good! thanks, see you next time!” you grab your keys scurrying out of the shop, eager for the next time you get to see her.
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who grunts and groans whenever she comes across a tough screw. opting to use her mechanic arm to unscrew whatever is keeping her from the problem area. muttering to herself,
“mmh—fuck! tough ass bolt,” …. “ngh…goddamn it…”
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika runs her own shop with about four employees so most nights it’s just you and her. she plays soft rock music while she works on your car. you watch her legs from under your car, catching a glimpse of her strong arm every now and then. the sight makes you clench your legs together.
sevika has a sixth sense for you at this point, she peaks from underneath the vehicle, quietly watching you squeeze your plush legs together. it couldn’t be coincidence that you always wore short skirts when you came to get your car worked on…
once she’s done, sevika rolls out from under your car, grunting as she stands. “all done, d’you have any questions?”
she towers over you in your seated position. you can’t help but stare at her beefy chest and grease-stained shirt. sevika raises an eyebrow.
“up here, girl.”
instinctively you look up.
“good girl, now did you have any questions?”
you struggle to maintain eye contact, it’s no use anyway, the way your voice quivers completely gives you away.
“uhm… no, thanks a-again!” you stand to take your keys and scurry as usual, but sevika uses her mechanic arm to pin your body against the wall.
“you sure? nothing else i can help you with?” she draws out her words teasingly.
ִֶָ˖ִ 🔧˚ mechanic!sevika who now has you propped up on her work bench, miscellaneous tools and parts discarded across the concrete floor.
sevika mercilessly drills into your leaking pussy, her pace is relentless yet you don’t dare to tell her to stop. you’ve dreamt about her bullying your pussy like this far too long to let it stop.
sevika’s thick strap completely fills you up, leaving you speechless at the borderline overwhelming sensation. you weakly grab at her wife pleaser, your back arching against her chest.
“that’s right,” sevika deeply huffs in your ear, “doing so so good for me, keep it up pretty girl…”
she met you in the undercity, you were introduced to each other by Vander in his bar.
you were the new bartender
Grayson never expected a goddess behind the counter instead of the usual Vander. She only ever came strictly for business
but something about the way you smiled at patrons while serving drinks, the sway of your wide hips as you carried beers to tables, hand stuffing tips inside your cleavage, knocking the teeth out of a guy that touched you too friendly for your liking made her become a regular
she prayed in her office everyday that some idiot for the Undercity would make a scene in Piltover so that she could report it to Vander
Grayson was daydreamed about you. having your full figure pressed against hers as you pointed at which drink you liked most on the menu
how beads of sweat rivered down your breasts after lifting new inventory
your dirty mouth as you cursed out customers that didn’t pay or Vander for not giving you a proper 15 minute break at rush hour
the way you squished her biceps and felt her muscles she worked hard to maintain as you greeted her
you never charged her for the drinks she got, but always found the same amount on the table when she left
you called her your “favorite enforcer” while giving her the finger. Grayson loved your fire
on countless occasions did she watch you fight of enforces that were violent to innocent bystanders. they were left bruised to the bone. whatever punishment that she had in mind was far to kind next to your bloody one
her fellow comrades feared you more than Vander in many ways. You were cruel to the strong and protective to the weak
making a name for yourself both in Piltover and The Lanes
when you first got acquainted you thoughtthat she was there for you
“In my defense your buddies got what was coming to them. I don’t especially like child beaters. And good thing that I only just broke a leg. And not a neck.”
“I’m not here for you. I have to speak with Vander.”
you were in love the first moment she took off her oxygen mask. and what a voice. a beautiful woman with bird like features. what you’ll do to be trapped in her claws…
you poured her a drink, leaning over the wide oak counter. pushing your breasts up. watching her eyes roam your skin
“Ohh — what a bummer. I would have loved to be dragged to Stillwater by such a lovely thing as yourself. You enforcers tend to be on the— What’s the word? Ah! Brutish side.”
“If it weren’t for your connections to Vander you would have been arrested by now. And if it wasn’t me, you’ll be right on your way to a life long sentence. But between you and me, we can always use more people to shallowout the bad apples.” she said taking a gulp of her drink. smiling at you with her lovely lips.
she introduced herself as Officer Grayson. shaking your hand with a gentle grip. what a powerful woman. and how you craved that
“I like you Officer Grayson. Let me get The Hound for you right quick.”
you saw that she was a decorated officer by the silver and gold on her uniform. Rifle secured on her back
you loved her uniform, constantly flirting with her by fixing her collar and stealing her enforcer hat
saying you like women in blue
“Tell me Sheriff, does its ever come off?”
you asked, now on your 5th drink. running your hands over Grayson’s jacket. playing with the small medals she had hanging from it
“For you my dear, it will come off in a heartbeat.”
she is a romantic. waited months before even kissing you. you thought she didn’t take the hint with the constant flirting
Grayson just wanted to properly court you, giving you extra large tips and bringing gifts from top side as peace offerings
gifting you fresh roses in marble vases
dancing with you at the bar as love songs were playing
lifting you of the ground (which made you extremely horny) in order to spin you in her arms and dip you into a kiss.
but once all formalities were left aside you jumped her bones on a slow night. you closed The Drop early one evening when Vander was away on smuggling business
she this time came to scold you about the the guns you stole from the Kiramman’s trade ship.
“Do you know what have you done?! The guns you stole are worth more than money. It’s the skin on my back that is going to —“
you shut her up with a kiss. you knew about her connections. you just wanted an excuse for her to come down for YOU. not herself hiding behind a stupid purse snatching to come and speak to your boss as a buffer to get your attention
stripping her uniform of as you pushed her on a tableless booth. thanking Sevika for breaking the table when she landed on it amidst a gambling brawl
“You r-really know how to get out of trouble.”
having Grayson’s legs over your shoulders as you eat away at her cunt. Her hand on top of your head, shirt unbuttoned. Moaning as you lapped her clit. Each breast in one of your palms
Grayson’s head hitting the wall behind the plush leather cushions. a glass of whiskey on the other hand
legs intertwined and cunts touching. rocking against your bodies until your clits throbbed. gasping for air between kisses. cumming on each other’s sex
Grayson wanted to get you out of The Lanes as soon as possible. out of the violence and toxicity
even though you were a beacon of light. caring for the children of the streets and a shoulder to cry on when the hardness of the underground was too much to bare
calls you darling, love, angel, dove
you make fun of her cigarette mom voice
Grayson is a big gift giver, she is the head of the enforcers and that means she makes big girl money
you can expect everything from clothing, jewelry, lavish spa days you name it
“For you, my love”
Grayson wrapped a gold and emerald necklace around your throat. you have never experienced such luxury before
you bagged yourself a sugar mommy
gave you a massive diamond ring when she proposed to you
you had a small wedding in The Last Drop. only very close friends were present. once the news got out that Grayson married a woman from the under city she was met with whisperers, and for a long time hesitation from other enforcers
Marcus was especially pissed that his commander was meddling with the undecity
but once he saw you bringing lunch to Grayson and extra for her subordinates he developed a FAT crush on you. Grayson has caught him more than once looking at your ass as you walked away
you laughed at Grayson’s poor excuse of hiding her jealousy. always touching and kissing her in front of her acquaintances to show your loyalty to her
even the council questioned her decision of your marriage. you were like oil and water to the outside world
“With no disrespect Councilors, but what happens in my bed doesn’t limit my ability to protect this city.”
Grayson once needed to pull you out of the councilors office because you may or may not have tried to choke Salo to death because of a comment he made against your lady
Mel developed respect for you. she occasionally invited you for tea and talked about social troubles between the two cities
If it wasn’t for you, then the new education and water systems wouldn’t have taken place in The Lanes. making life down there more livable
Grayson equally hates going to Piltovan social events as much as you do. but it’s part of her job to keep the rich socialites entertained
the only highlight of the event was going dress shopping with you. admiring your curves as you walked out in different gowns
she paid for every single one you liked
“You can always wear it for me at home, darling.” was her excuse
she looked ever so exquisite in the two piece suits. always color coordinated with your dress.
Grayson got bombarded by half assed praise for keeping the “trenchers” at bay. While you got ignorant questions about your uprising
you always found each other in outdoor balconies. Sipping on good champagne and looking at the shadows of Piltover
you eventually met little Caitlyn. An excellent shot and even more excellent character.
both of you trained under your wife in the art of gunmanship
Grayson taught you how to properly assemble, clean and shoot a rifle/guns
chest pressed against your back, both hand holding your gun filled ones. Staring at a blue and red bullseye. Fingers slowly descending to your abdomen, then hips.
“Now, dove, the only thing more important than a bullet is the gun in which it’s shot from. And for the gun, the only thing more important than its bullet is the purpose of which its fired.”
every solo training session end with one of you backed into a tree with your legs spread by the other
you’ve had sex in her office countless of times. Covering each other mouths while fingering your pussies.
her nose feels sooo good when you sit on her face. Grayson makes sure to grab your lower tummy fat as a form of restraint to keep you on her.
you definitely play cops and robbers. but roles reversed. You tie her up with her handcuffs in bed. naked with her enforcer hat on your head.
she has a home gym. you constantly drop in on her doing weight training and pull ups. watching her pull her shirt up to wipe off her face sweat, happy trail on her lower abs
she flexes her arms at you, you call her your sexy lady
loves seeing you in silk dress pajamas. the smooth shinny fabric hugging the crescents of your tummy and back
talked about having a family a few years before officially retiring, in which you’ll happy carry a child for her
Grayson definitely wants you to join the enforcers. you wanted to slap the shit out of her when she asked. but instead you laughed at her face, believing it was a joke.
it wasn’t. she left the acceptance letter and badge on the coffee table. telling you to think about it. how the department needed more people like you. that she couldn’t handle it all herself without you
“What threat did you use to get me in, Gray?” you drank your coffee. now bitter to taste
“Only that my Kiramman friends will pull their funding.”
“And?”
“That I’ll break off the peace with The Hound.”
and with the love and admiration they had for her, you certainly believe it
but the Vander one? not a chance. he would rather die than break a trust such as this
the night Grayson told you that she was going to make an arrest for the Jayce Talis case you made up your mind.
even if the uniform made your soul itch it was a better choice than doing nothing
you planned on telling her in the morning while having coffee before her shift
now you just stood there, looking at your wife’s white marble bust. at her funeral as her body was being lowered underground
white roses covering her still and cold flesh
little Caitlyn crying on your shoulder, while Marcus didn’t even look at you in the eyes the whole ceremony
you really were starting to believe that the place you once called home was a hell hole
and oh how you wanted it to be burned to the ground
contains: sevika x virgin!reader, strap-on usage, size kink, dumbification, dacryphilia, clit play, finger sucking, cum play, praise kink, gentle dom!sevika, cockdrunk!reader, neck biting (no blood), light spanking, orgasm denial, aftercare
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You were already straddling her hips when the nerves hit you.
Your palms rested lightly on Sevika's chest, her warm brown skin flushed gold in the lamp glow, the sheets under your knees soft and rumpled.
You were naked—completely naked—for the first time in front of her, and the only thing separating you from her strap was your own hesitation.
"Hey." Her voice was rough, quiet, but steady. One hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing lazy circles just under your ribs. "You okay?"
You nodded quickly—too quickly. "Yeah. I just... I don't usually—uh, I mean, I've never-" You laughed breathlessly, embarrassed.
"I've only ever touched myself."
Sevika sat up a little, her good arm sliding around your back to support you. Her face softened.
"You wanna stop?"
"No." Your voice cracked. "I want this. I want you. I'm just... I don't know what I'm doing."
A beat. Then her lips curled into the tiniest, cockiest smirk. "Don't worry, baby. I do."
You bit your lip as heat shot between your thighs. That voice alone could ruin you.
She leaned forward, kissing your collarbone—slow, open-mouthed, warm. Her tongue flicked against your skin.
"We'll go slow. I'm not gonna rush you. You just move how you need to. I'll be right here."
You nodded again, this time slower, more sure. Her strap pressed up under you—thick, firm, intimidating—but god, you were wet. Soaked, actually. You could feel it dripping down your thighs already.
Sevika noticed. She always noticed.
"You're so fuckin' wet, sweetheart," she murmured, sliding her hand between your legs to guide the strap. "All that from just thinking about it, huh?"
You whimpered, barely able to meet her eyes. Her gaze pinned you down anyway.
"You been touching yourself to this? Wishing it was me?"
You nodded. "Y-Yeah. So many times."
She groaned low. "Fuck. You’re adorable."
You braced your hands on her shoulders and finally—finally—started to lower yourself down. The head of the strap nudged your entrance, and you gasped, thighs trembling.
"Easy, sweetheart. Just a little at a time." She kissed your neck, sucking gently—just enough to leave a mark. "You're so tight, baby. Feels like your pussy's never letting go."
You shuddered as you sank down, inch by inch, breathing hard. It was so much. So full.
Not painful, just overwhelming. Sevika's hands gripped your waist to steady you, grounding you with every low, patient whisper.
When you bottomed out, your nails dug into her shoulders. You were panting.
"You okay?"
"Y-Yeah," you whimpered. "It's so—mmngh—“
“None of that whimpering. Say it. Use your words, princess.”
“It’s so—full, Sev.”
"I know, baby. You're doing so good. Look at you."
You started to move. Slowly. Rocking your hips in tiny circles, easing yourself into the stretch. The friction lit something up inside you—something deeper than your fingers ever reached.
And then, without warning, your hips jerked forward a little too fast. You gasped. It hit just right. Right on that aching, swollen spot inside you.
"Oh my god—" you moaned.
Sevika chuckled darkly. "There she is."
You started moving again. A little faster. A little rougher. The way it rubbed against your clit every time you sank down made your whole body twitch.
It felt too good. Too much. You'd been so pent up, so desperate for something more than your own hands—and now you had it.
Her. This.
The drag of her strap inside you, the warmth of her skin, her voice in your ear saying, "Fuck, look at you, baby. You're addicted already."
You were. It showed.
You were a mess—whining, grinding, moaning into her mouth. You grabbed her hand, sucked her fingers into your mouth without thinking.
Sevika froze for a second, then let out the filthiest growl.
"God damn, you're really gone, huh?"
You drooled a little on her fingers. Couldn't help it.
She tilted her head, watching your blissed-out face with a lazy, hungry grin.
"Sweetheart... you're drooling."
You looked down, dazed, saliva slipping past your lip while your hips kept moving. You whimpered around her fingers.
"Fucking adorable," she muttered. "You're cockdrunk already, and I haven't even fucked you yet."
She kissed you hard, biting your bottom lip.
You moaned louder, needy and mindless now. You felt her reach between your legs again, rubbing slow circles on your clit while you kept grinding—grinding like your life depended on it.
"Don't cum yet," she warned. "Not yet. I wanna see you lose it first."
And you would. You were. A drooling, clenching, wet fucking mess—and Sevika wasn't done with you yet.
You didn't even realize how loud you were until Sevika growled, "You hear yourself, baby?"
Your hips were moving faster now, grinding down on her strap like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Your soaked pussy squelched with every roll of your hips, and your breathy moans came out high and broken and endless.
"I—fuck—I can't stop," you whimpered.
Sevika's fingers moved back to your clit—slow, torturously slow—and circled it while you ground down.
"You're so fucking sensitive." Her voice was wrecked, almost shaky. "Didn't know it'd feel this good, hm?"
You shook your head frantically. "No-I mean yes—I mean I can't—please-"
And then she spanked you.
It wasn't hard—just a quick, firm slap to your ass. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make you jerk and moan and clench so tight around her strap that she had to bite back a groan.
"Yeah?" she rasped. "You like that, sweetheart?"
You nodded so fast it made your head spin.
"Yes—Sevika—I like everything—please, please-"
She hissed through her teeth. Her hand stayed on your ass, squeezing tight, grounding you. Her fingers never stopped circling your clit—slick and slow, not giving you enough, teasing you right to the edge.
Your thighs were trembling. Your belly was tight. Your breath was all over the place.
"I'm close," you whimpered. "I'm—I'm gonna—“
But Sevika stopped.
You sobbed.
"Shh." Her voice was low, gentle, but firm.
"Not yet. Not like this."
You blinked, dazed, drool still clinging to your lip. "Wha...?"
"I want your first time cumming on my strap to be perfect, baby," she murmured. "I want you to remember it. I want it to stay on your mind forever. So not yet. Not until I really give it to you."
Your pussy clenched again. Your whole body shook.
Sevika looked up at you—and something changed in her expression.
You were dazed, panting, spit-slick around the mouth, grinding down like you were in a trance. You were a fucking vision.
And the second she saw the way your lip quivered when she took her fingers off your clit, something snapped.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she growled.
She surged up and bit your neck.
"Ah—!" you gasped, the cutest, neediest little cry slipping out as your body arched.
"S-Sevika—!"
She didn't draw blood. Just sank her teeth in enough to make you feel it. Enough to make you moan and cling to her harder.
Her hands gripped your ass like she was holding herself back from flipping you over and fucking you into next week.
"You feel too good," she whined against your throat. "You're driving me fuckin' crazy, baby—You're so perfect."
You whimpered, grinding harder, your pussy slick and messy against her strap.
She kissed the spot she'd bitten—then her tongue soothed it, slow and loving.
"Still with me?" she whispered.
You nodded, tears in your eyes now.
"Mhm..."
"Good girl." She cupped your face with her good hand. "Just keep going. Ride it slow. I'll get you there. But I want you cockdrunk and shaking by the time I let you cum."
You moaned helplessly.
Her fingers slid down again, teasing your clit while you moved.
"I love how sweet you sound when you get desperate," she muttered. "You sound like you need it so bad."
"I do," you cried. "I need it so bad—please—please—“
"You drooled all over my hand," she teased.
"What, baby? My cock too good?"
You nodded, crying and grinding. "Too good. So good. I can't—I can't think—“
"You don't need to think, sweetheart." Her voice dropped low. "Just fuck yourself dumb on my strap. I'll take care of you."
You were gone.
Absolutely out of your mind—drooling, whimpering, and still rocking your hips like Sevika's strap was the only thing keeping your body alive.
Your thighs were trembling. Your hands clung to her shoulders, nails leaving faint little crescent marks in her skin. And your mouth—god, your mouth was open and leaking spit, little strings of it slipping down your chin while you babbled incoherent little moans.
"Look at you," Sevika murmured, brushing her fingers over your tear-damp cheeks.
"You're drooling and cryin' on my cock, honey."
You whimpered, a fresh wave of tears prickling your eyes, even as you kept grinding.
"Is it that good?" she asked, smiling crookedly. "So good it's makin' you cry?"
You nodded so fast it made you dizzy. "Y-Yes—I c-can't—I wanna cum—p-please-"
Your voice cracked on the last word, and the second it did, you sobbed.
Your face crumpled. Your whole body jerked like you couldn't take it anymore. And Sevika immediately pulled you down into her chest, shushing you as she cupped your pussy with her palm—warm, strong, steady.
"Hey, hey. I got you," she cooed. "You're okay. Just feelin' too much, huh?"
You nodded, sniffling. "I need it—need it s'bad..."
"Yeah, I know you do." Her thumb circled your clit so slow you almost cried harder.
"You've been so good, baby. So fuckin' perfect. I'm gonna give it to you. I promise."
"Please," you whispered, tears dripping from your chin. "I wanna cum—I need to— please, Sevika-"
And then she fucked up into you.
Her hips lifted. Her grip on your ass tightened. And her strap slammed into the deepest, most perfect spot while her fingers rubbed your clit in the exact rhythm you needed.
Your mouth fell open.
You made a choked, broken little noise.
And then—you screamed.
Your orgasm ripped through you so hard it hurt. Your body locked up, your thighs shook, your pussy gushed so much it splashed against Sevika's lap, and you collapsed forward, shaking, sobbing, whining her name over and over like a prayer.
Sevika caught every second.
"Fuuuuck," she groaned, watching you ride it out. "That's it, baby. That's how I wanted it. Just like that. Scream for me. Fuckin' soak me."
You sobbed harder, body twitching, your voice all high and shattered and full of relief.
"Y'feel that?" she murmured. "That's what a real orgasm feels like, sweetheart."
You could barely breathe. Barely think. You were slumped over her chest, drooling, twitching, tears still running down your face.
And Sevika was so sweet with you after.
Her hand never left your pussy—just soft, gentle strokes, too slow to overstimulate. Her other hand brushed your hair, kissed your temple, held your shaking hips down when you whimpered again.
She looked down at your soaked thighs and smirked.
"Goddamn," she muttered. "You made a mess, baby."
You giggled.
And then she dragged her fingers up your slit, scooped the dripping slick from your folds, and showed it to you.
"See that?" she said softly. "That's what it looks like when I fuck you right."
You stared, eyes glazed, lips parted—and when she brought her fingers to your mouth, you didn't even hesitate.
You sucked them in with a needy little whimper.
Sevika's jaw flexed.
"Yeah," she whispered. "That’s it, sweetheart."
You were still trembling when Sevika pulled the strap out.
You whimpered, your body jolting with the aftershocks, and Sevika shushed you instantly, one arm curling tight around your waist to keep you grounded.
"Shhh, I got you, baby. It's okay. I'm right here."
Your head lolled against her shoulder. You were spent. Crying, shaking, drooling a little—and completely boneless in her arms.
And Sevika? She looked at you like she was in awe.
"You did so good," she whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "So fuckin' good. You were perfect, sweetheart."
You let out a soft little whimper, still not fully back yet, and Sevika cradled the back of your head like you were something precious.
"Hey," she said gently. "Can I clean you up, pretty girl?"
You nodded weakly, and she was already moving—careful, slow, so fucking tender it made your chest ache.
She laid you back on the pillows with her arm still around you, pressed one more kiss to your jaw, and then grabbed a warm, damp towel from the drawer.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't mechanical. She cleaned you softly—like she was scared to hurt you. Every wipe was followed by a kiss. Every wince got a murmured "I'm sorry, baby." And when she finally pressed the towel between your thighs, she paused and whispered:
"You okay?"
You nodded, tears still on your cheeks.
"Mhm... just tired."
Sevika smiled.
"Yeah? That cock put you to sleep, huh?" she teased, but her voice was full of love.
She finished wiping you down, tossed the towel aside, and came right back to you-pulling you into her arms, wrapping the blanket around you both.
You buried your face in her neck. Your body was sore, aching, still tingling everywhere—but you felt safe. Warm. Loved.
"Did I do okay..?" you mumbled sleepily.
Sevika froze for a second.
Then she pulled you even closer.
"Baby," she murmured, her voice low and steady and soft, "you didn't just do okay.
You were the best thing l've ever touched."
You let out a tiny, broken breath.
She cupped your cheek, thumb brushing the dried tears from under your eyes.
"You're mine now," she whispered. "All mine. No one's ever gonna touch you like that but me."
You blinked, slow and dazed.
“…Okay," you whispered.
Sevika smiled like she'd just won the lottery.
She kissed your lips. Kissed your forehead.
Kissed every little tear-stained inch of your face before pulling you into her chest again.
And then, as you drifted off to sleep, she murmured—
"Next time, I'm making you cum twice."
thank you so much to @anonymousgirl23456 for this amazing request <3 i hope u like it !!
alright, so, reader is visually impaired, needing a lot of focus to guide herself despite being able to see blurry silhouettes. anyway, reader has a crush on Sevika, but never really had the courage to say anything at first, neither did she know how often Sevika shows up at the last drop so she would stare a little too much when she did. In order to talk to Sevika without interrupting her card games, she decided to reach out to her outside, but all the staring and unintentional lurking made Sevika think she was being followed, she drags reader to an alley or something to confront her about it, but things get violent because reader can't fucking see and resists thinking it's a robber or something, and when she does recognize Sevika's voice, reader has the nerve to flirt despite having the woman pinning her down, maybe reader even finds the situation amusing, knowing someone in Sevika's position probably deals with a lot of enemies, and it's a shame that the first time they talked reader got a broken nose
“ugh, where’d you go now?” you murmured softly to no one in particular, squinting in the direction you’d been trying to focus on earlier.
you’d been watching her since you arrived at the bar, trying your best to get a good look at her beautiful face, one you never really had the chance to see up close, though you knew it well, just like her voice and her frame. but now she was gone, and you could no longer admire her discreetly. though, to be fair, staring at someone while squinting to catch a glimpse, doing a terrible job of being subtle, wasn’t exactly discreet.
anyway, she was right there, and now she wasn’t. you could have gone over to talk to her, but interrupt what was apparently one of her few moments of downtime? not a chance.
with a defeated, disappointed sigh, you turned your attention back to your food and drink, thinking you’d finish up and head home before it got too late. until…
“sevika! leaving already?”
“damn! she’s still here!” you thought, jerking your head up so fast and hard that the back of your neck ached.
squinting, you managed to spot her at the bar’s double-door entrance, ignoring whoever had called out to her. that was your chance. she’d be alone, with no one to interrupt, and likely doing nothing important other than heading home, meaning some downtime without the risk of someone pulling her away from her leisure.
you stood up quickly, tossing coins onto the table, abandoning the rest of your food there. you walked as fast as your limited vision allowed, steadying yourself against empty chairs and walls, excusing yourself to anyone who happened to be in your path, occasionally ignoring the surly grumbles of those who wouldn’t move at all or those who did so grudgingly. assholes.
once outside, however, you found yourself at a loss, because she wasn’t there. you tried to see as much as you could in the dark, lit only by neon signs and dim lights, but found nothing.
“you gotta be kidding me.” just when you finally get the chance to speak to her, she simply vanishes in the blink of an eye? it must be your lucky day!
you let out a huff of frustration and gave up. it was best to just go home. you’d take the route you knew by heart, careful not to bump into anyone along the way. that was the plan, taking the quickest, simplest path, so you could lie in bed and wallow pathetically in the fact that you’d failed to talk to her yet again.
but you certainly didn’t expect to be interrupted.
as you passed an alley—the same one you walked by every day—someone grabbed you by the shoulders. the force, precision, and speed of the movement were staggering; you had no time to react or even think of a way to escape. within seconds, you were being violently pinned against a concrete wall. your mind raced along with your heart, and your first instinct was to fight back. you weren’t going to wait and see if this person would show mercy or give you a chance to speak. you couldn't risk dying, not there, not like this.
a hand—strangely cold and hard—clamped around your throat while another forearm pressed against your chest. in desperate move, you tried to strike the person in the face, but it was futile. however, your leg reacted too, and your knee slammed into their abdomen.
it didn’t seem to have much effect, but it was enough to make the person retaliate; a low growl could be heard. you felt a hard impact against your face and were immediately pinned down, feeling the stranger’s weight holding you against the ground.
“fuck! let me go!” you exclaimed, your eyes squeezed shut from the impact. the pain from your broken nose and the heavy body pressing down on you was rapidly intensifying, but that was the least of your worries; the sound of a blade being drawn rang out dangerously close to your face.
“stupid rat. think you can stare me down, try to follow me, and still walk away unscathed?”
“what?! i didn’t—ah…”
you were about to defend yourself, confused by the baseless accusation, but… that voice. it couldn’t be. could it? it sounded too familiar. you had to risk it.
“s–sevika?” you asked, slowly opening your eyes.
“don’t play with me.”
“it’s really you…” sevika froze for a second upon hearing your tone shift from defensive and alarmed to genuinely surprised. moreover, the smile forming on your face didn’t look like a sneer or a threat; you looked truly happy and somewhat impressed to run into her. but she wasn’t going to fall for it. a low sound of indignation escaped her, and she pinned you harder against the ground.
“tell me what the hell you wanted staring at me like that, and maybe i’ll let you leave here alive.”
“staring? oh, shit… no!” you laughed. a genuine laugh, and now she didn’t know whether to be impressed or even more annoyed by your audacity. “i wasn’t staring. well, i was, but not the way you think.”
“what…”
“i don’t see well. i can barely see at all, actually, so i have to squint if i wanna see something.” you narrowed your eyes as you spoke, giving her a live demonstration.
sevika felt an unfamiliar wave of shame in her chest, torn between feeling sheepish for having punched and pinned down someone who could barely defend themselves, and validating her own actions since she didn’t know the truth, so it hadn’t been wrong to assume she was being sized up with bad intentions.
after all, she had to deal with plenty of people who wanted her dead. you knew that—anyone in the undercity did—so you didn’t feel the slightest bit of irritation over the whole thing. maybe just a little about the broken nose.
“and what i’m seeing now…” you managed to see a bit better thanks to your proximity and the reflecting lights. you could finally see her face more clearly, and in that moment, you realized she was still the object of your attention and desire. “it’s beautiful. you’re even more beautiful up close, you know that?”
if sevika had hated feeling ashamed before, this took it to a whole new level. her eyes widened, caught off guard, she was left speechless. you, a stranger who had met her under terrible circumstances, at a moment when she had fully intended to kill you, were making silco’s right-hand blush.
“umm… my nose really hurts, i need to take care of it. so… are you going to get off me so i can ask you out properly, or are you going to finish breaking my face?”
now she wanted to kill herself for having liked your courage and boldness. also, now that she was looking closely, without the shadow of survival distracting her.. you’re actually really pretty.
is it just me or this looks like a message grayson would send? like i can imagine her smiling softly and happily after sending it 😭 i am delusional and i miss her so much bye
Synopsis: You hired Sevika to rebuild your entire house, it was completely empty. A project. Though your contractor? She's lonely, and you give her all the attention she craves... Once the project is finished will Sevika be leaving? Or will she stay?
Wc: 0.9
Warnings: g!p Sevika, unprotected sex, blue collar sevika, she's kind of a perv, praise kink, slight body worship, creampie, implied breeding kink, mentions of baby trapping?
Sevika needn't worry about anything other than perfecting this job. Making her lunch for herself in the mornings? You'd take care of it at lunchtime, especially if Sevika claimed she 'forgot it again' like she usually does just to see you fuss over her. She takes water but she prefers the coffee you pick up for her on a morning because she 'works hard' and 'deserves it'. Your words, not hers.
What was once only empty rooms connected with plasterboard was now transforming into a fully fledged, beautifully renovated home. All Sevika's doing. At first you had your concerns... a single contractor taking on a big project like this? Surely it would be too much work, though Sevika insisted she loved working alone and more personally with her customers.
The minute she met up with you to talk timeliness and payment she knew she would take the job. Offered you prices that were far too low. There was hardly any profit for her though she couldn't care less. As long as she got to be around you, that was payment enough.
"Darlin'? Can you come here a sec?!" Sevika's voice carried through to the living room easily where you sat working from home on the couch. Most of the renovations were done bar the kitchen- which she was working on and the upstairs bathroom.
"Yeah, what's up vika?" Taking in the kitchen you lean against the stripped down door frame. Sevika has built the base of the island in the center and the base of the counters but not put the countertops on them yet.
"Come stand here a sec, darlin'. Just needa check something." Without question you step closer to where she was gesturing to, right by the counter.
"Oh yeah, that's a perfect height for you, ain't it darlin'?" For a moment you stand there completely baffled. Confused as to what she's talking about, even as she easily lifts the white marble slate up onto the countertop. Not one of her muscles were hidden, not when she wore a flimsy, barely there wife pleaser which was almost see-through with sweat...
No. Stop thinking about that she's you're contractor.
"Perfect height for me? For what? Chopping vegetables?"
"No no darlin'... to bend over it."
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In reality, Sevika never thought she'd actually succeed in bending you over and taking you from behind. It was purely a fantasy... until now.
"Jesus christ doll- look at you hm? Takin' it so good darlin', so good..." with every thrust of her hips, Sevika couldn't help grunting and moaning as she buried herself home, deep into your warmth which she knew would feel so fucking good wrapped around her.
"It's so big... oh my god Sevika what the f-fuuuck..." your knuckles were white where you gripped the counter, which was shaking beneath you as you took every brutal intrusion of Sevika's cock. If she didn't have both hands on your hips you're balance would be completely destroyed with one leg hiked up on the countertop to spread you open wide.
"You're takin' it doll. Fuck yeah, you're taking it all atta girl fuck-" either Sevika hadn't had a good fuck in a while or she genuinely has never had pussy like this because she is feral. No matter what you do there's no stopping her, she's going to take you the way she wants too, for however long she wants too.
And not one part of you feels the desire to stop her.
Her hands explore the body she's been eyeing for months, the dip of your waist, the fullness of your hips, hips perfect for birthing children... hopefully hers. The cute rolls on your back which she's almost positive is her favourite thing except being buried deep in your cunt. This was pure heaven.
"Keepin' you doll. Gotta keep you all f' myself. Ain't letting no one else have this pretty pussy- not a fuckin' chance." No words were forming in your brain. Not one. Sevika was so possessive and claiming... you didn't need words to tell her how you felt about it, your unfaithful, unloyal pussy gushed even more telling her exactly how you felt.
A feral, primal noise escapes Sevika, almost hiding the wet squelch of her cock driving into you over and over. With each brutal drive of her hips the tip of her fat cock nudged that spot inside you which had your eyes rolling back, mouth hung open with pleasure.
Disciplined. That's how Sevika described herself- hell she'd waited months to have you like this, bent over and taking her cock like a good girl... though holding back from letting herself finish inside you? No self control. None.
Unable to hold back anymore she forces herself to keep going even as her fat, meaty shaft twitches inside you as she stuffs you impossibly full of her seed, willing you to fall over the edge with her.
And you do.
The warmth that fills your tummy from the inside out has you moaning and wiggling beneath her as your core tightens around her, pulsing and milking every single drop from her. Like your body knows it needs it.
Sure you weren't on birth control, and you definitely weren't thinking about it right this second... but being connected to Sevika forever wouldn't be a bad thing.
Synopsis: After getting into a relationship ending fight with your ex you find yourself at a gas station with only a few dollars to your name and no place to call home. Trucker!Sevika sees a young, pretty thing in need of some help and well... the road can get pretty lonely when you're driving all alone for weeks on end.
Wc: 1.6
Warnings: g!p Sevika, legal but fairly large age gap (S is late 40's, R is early 20's), CNC, dubious consent, slight Somnophilia, Sevika is a perv, musk/sweat kink?, size kink, praise + degradation, unprotected sex + creampie, kidnapping.
An angel sent from heaven, that's what you resembled to Sevika when she pulled up at the truck stop. Crying with your makeup smeared down your cheeks and chin, messed up from how much you've been wiping away the tears.
The thud from Sevika's weight dropping onto the gravel from her truck caught your attention, lifting your head just enough to make eye contact with the stranger.
She was... gross. Her white wife pleaser was stained beyond saving with sweat, oil and grease stains. And something else you couldn't name. The toothpick between her teeth was chewed to death you're surprised she's not got spliters. Her nail beds were nasty too, large calloused hands covered in grime and fuel, cuticles a black color, matching underneath her nails.
Overall she was a mess... just like you, in some way. Only you were showered and more dishevelled than actually dirty. When was the last time she had a shower? The stench was terrible... yeah. Definitely not somewhat pleasing. Her musk was not making you feel oddly aroused. No way.
"Didn't your mama tell ya starin' is rude, doll?" Clutching your singular duffle bag closer to your chest you meet her eyes again. She's chewing on that pick with a smirk that is absolutely devastating, because it's so fucking sexy and you just broke up with your ex and you weren't about to rebound with some dirty trucker.
"Sorry... bad night." Had Sevika not been staring at your lips she wouldn't of known what you said- but lip reading came with the job, making out whatever stupid insults other drivers were shouting in their cars.
"Ain't got nowhere to land, do ya doll?" For a minute you want to protest, tell her you're waiting for somebodyto come and get you and that you'll be fine without her help.
However that would be a lie.
"...no." it was so quiet other than the rumbling of other trucks and the two old truckers with beer bellies laughing just outside the store.
"Get in the truck doll, I've got ya." Before you could think about refusing she'd tossed the truck keys into your lap and started to walk away towards the fuel pump. This was a terrible idea. Horrible. You're probably going to end up being the star of your very own murder documentary... but you really had no other choice.
It was this or nothing.
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"If you wanna settle down for the night, sleepers in the back." It had been an hour since you accepted the ride from the woman- who you'd learned was named Sevika. Peering past the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper your nose wrinkles.
Why you expected her sleeping conditions to be any cleaner than her was beyond you. Of course it was filthy. The mattress had no sheet and there was some... concerning stains. The duvet she did have was as rumpled up into a ball in the corner. And she had one singular fucking pillow.
What. The. Fuck.
"You... you actually sleep back there? Like that?" Sevika's smirk grew as she took a quick peek back into the sleeper, assessing then deciding it was fine.
"Nothin' wrong with that doll, us truckers ain't picky. You take what you can get." Sitting back and refocusing on the road ahead, your eyes keep drifting to her hands. They're disgusting yet you keep imagining them on you for some fucked up reason.
"That's gross. You could at least get a mattress cover or something. Like what are those stains?" A shiver ran through you at your own question. Why did you ask? You don't want to know. The answer is only going to gross you out further.
"Struggle to sleep. Get alotta 'lone time with my fist." She smirks. Your lips purse in disgust.
"Ugh. You're such a perv."
"Like you ain't ever touched your own pussy, bet it's real sweet."
"Something you'll never find out."
"We'll see about that."
Her stench was filling up the cab, a musky, horrid sweaty scent that was doing nothing to help this god awful attraction towards her that you're actively ignoring. The jacket over your lap hides the way your thighs press together- or so you think.
Sevika is observant, has to be when driving a big rig like this. Of course she catches it.
"Got get some shut eye, doll. You're practically fallin' asleep over there." You really shouldn’t. You don't want too, being asleep means being vulnerable... though it had been a long day, and an even longer, emotionally draining evening.
A hour. At most.
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Sevika was trying so hard, so fucking hard. The urge to pull over and climb back there to have her way with you was overwhelming. It had been a good few years since she'd had something so pretty in her grasp- though no amount of time lessened her senses to women who were turned on.
The way you tried to hide it was adorable. She knew you didn't want to be attracted to her, Sevika knows she's a little roughed up, but everyone deserves a little love, right?
Pulling into a nearby, empty pit stop she slows and stops the truck gently as to not wake you. Initially you'd argued, were adamant that you weren't sleeping in her filth, though eventually you gave in. Climbing into the back is a struggle with Sevika being over six foot the sleeper was too small for her alone.
With you in it? She'd make it work.
You'd fallen asleep facing away from the cab, giving Sevika the perfect opportunity to stop down and spoon you from behind. Immediately she feels you tense then relax as she envelops you from behind, her musky scent flooding your senses in the best way possible.
"Sevikaaa... no..." the protest was weak, sleepy and absolutely not at all a real protest. Sevika ignored it and let her hands roam, slipping into your waistband and under your panties. With exploring hands she finds exactly what she thought she would.
Soft. Warm. Wet... and fucking tight. The tips of her two fingers already felt like they were stretching you open and she only had the tips of her digits in there. "Jesus fucking christ doll..."
Her hips roll against you pressing her chubbed up cock between your cheeks. Thank god you wore a skirt... maybe it's not so good for you though she has easy access and that's all she cares about.
By now you were half asleep, half awake your inhibitions weakened. Without restraint Sevika wraps one dirty, calloused hand around one thighs, lifting and spreading you open as she replaces her fingers with her length. A low, feral groan escapes Seviks, her breath hot against your neck as she start to rock the rig rocking along with your bodies as she stuffs you full.
You smelled so fucking sweet it was intoxicating.
Sevika smelled so fucking musky which was also intoxicating in an embarrassing way, because despite denying you wanted this, your body was reacting completely differently. Your hands come to rest on her forearm which was wrapped loosely around your neck to keep you in her hold as she humps into you like your nothing but a warm, wet hole for her pleasure.
"Shit baby... so fuckin' tight." Her hands spread you open wider as her thrusts pick up speed and intensity. The loud 'plap plap plap' of her hips pounding against your fleshy backside filled the small space, bouncing off the sleeper walls accompanied by the embarrassingly loud squelching of your cunt.
Small whines and moans are forced from your sleepy mouth as Sevika has her way with you, giving no option but to take it. Rhythmically your pussy pulses and clenches around her invading length, betraying your disgust with a primal need to be taken.
The position was slightly awkward and Sevika wasn't a young hound anymore but she'll be dammed if she stops or slows down just because her knees hurt. "Look at you... takin' my cock like a filthy fucking street whore hm? Gonna start working the corner to pay me back for all the miles I've driven you hm?"
Sevika's words were cruel, so godamn cruel yet all you could do was let out a pathetic, mindless whimper as your cunt betrayed you once more, gushing around her cock. With each pummel of her hips you could feel her swelling inside you, twitching with need. "That's right baby, lie here and take it. My very own personal cocksleeve... we'll loosen you up, don't worry doll."
Her last few stokes were lazy, her hips rolling and grinding to bury herself as deep as she could get before she let go. Groaning and biting at your sweaty neck she kept still, thighs tensing as she stuffed you full of her seed, the creamy white leaking out around her cock and smearing over your ass cheeks.
She wasn't sure if you came and she couldn't care less if you had. That was the best fuck she's had in... years. She's keeping you. Maybe in the morning she'll find a nice spot to take you for breakfast, knowing you'll be walking around with her dried cum between your legs.
It was unknown to you right now that you were hers, as you fell asleep in her arms again exhausted and completely fucked out. You'd learn soon enough.
(Idk if this was the same request by the same person as the asks are pretty similar)
Wc: 0.8k
Warnings: Spanking, marking, tribbing, slight exhibitionism, toy use (butt plugs, strap and anal beads).
SFW
★ Sevika who never thought she would fall in love with anybody. But when she saw you in the bar, in that dress, with that ass? Yeah... she was fucked from the moment she saw you.
★ Sevika who absolutely loves your ass. She thinks it's perfect. It was round, full and plump. Sure you had a dimple on the right cheek and cellulite but to Sevika that just made it even better. Plus, you had the thickest thighs that go perfectly with it... what more could she ask for?
★ Sevika who would absolutely buy you the tiniest pyjama shorts as gifts purely to see your ass around the house. It was certain you would get a new pair for your birthday and Christmas. But even then, she would randomly buy you new pairs just because she 'saw them and thought you'd like them'.
★ Sevika who cannot keep her hands off you- or your ass. It doesn't matter if there's a free chair for you, she wants you straddling her thighs so she can hold your ass wherever she is. Who cares if anyone sees? You're hers and she'll make it known.
★ Sevika who absolutely uses your ass cheeks as her own personal stress balls whenever she's playing poker. She'd have you on her lap, one hand on your ass cheek, squeezing and squishing it in her hand as the game went on.
★ Sevika who cannot walk past you at home without spanking you. It didn't matter what you were doing, if you were stood and your ass was right there it was getting spanked. She was almost obsessed with the way it jiggled, and the way your thighs did the same as her hand made contact. And the cute little surprised squeal you'd let out each time even though you were used to it.
NSFW
★ Sevika who loves when you wear skirts and dresses. Especially in public. You always huffed about it when she would slide her hands under your skirt, squeezing and playing with your ass cheeks. She loved pulling them apart and letting go, hearing the small 'clap' sound they made when she let go. She also got off on you horrendously blushing when you thought people could hear- but she would never do it where people saw. You were hers. That ass was hers.
★ Sevika who got off on having you over her lap, spanking your ass and turning it bright red. She could sit for hours and play with you, inserting and pulling out anal beads between bringing her hand down hard on your cheeks, alternating between the two, watching the redness bloom. Seeing her handprints marks you really did it for her.
★ Sevika who convinced you to try anal play. You'd never done it before but she begged. Really begged, Sevika never thought she'd get on her knees for anyone. But for you and your ass, she would. And she was so sweet about your insecurities and concerns, even going as far as to pay and come with you to get a full Brazilian wax so you would feel more comfortable.
★ Sevika who loved how much you loved it, even going as far as to order a whole set of butt plugs and toys and surprising her with them. And of course she made sure everything got used, that weekend on your date? You had a plug in underneath your clothes and Sevika was fucking soaked at the thought, knowing no one else knew but you two. And she reveled in it everytime you'd shift in your seat, your cheeks heating up with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.
★ Sevika who loved using you -moreso your ass- for stress relief after a long day. She would hold you down by the lower back with you lay on your front as she ground down on your ass cheeks, soaking you with her juices as she humped and ground against your cheeks until she came all over you, marking what was hers... and her slick was a great natural lubricant for her strap.
★ Sevika who physically can't eat you out without playing with your ass. Her favourite position to have you in was on your back with you holding your legs up to your chest, completely opening yourself upto her. Her tongue working you up, swirling around your clit and dipping into your cunt while her fingers gathered up her spit and your slick and worked one finger in, then two as she scissored them, working you open ready to take her strap.
★ Sevika who loved watching you ride her reverse cowgirl, watching your pussy sink down onto her strap, soaking her thighs with your arousal, the pink jewel butt plug peeking out from between your cheeks with each bounce and circle of your hips. She would sit with a cigar in one hand, her phone in other as she recorded you riding her, getting yourself off like desperate little slut.
sevika tried, she really tried not to intensely stare at your boobs. she didn’t want her girlfriend thinking she was some kind of perv who couldn’t stop doing it. i mean, not that she could blame you if you thought it...
in bed, all foreplays start with her relentlessly teasing your boobs. god, she could feel herself wet just from the sight of you taking off your bra and releasing them. and when she pinches your nipples making your body jump, which causes your boobs to wiggle... fuck.
while her fingers or her strap are inside you, she can’t decide between watching your boobs jumping or having them in her mouth. whatever makes you moan loudly is the one she prefer the most.
talking about using her mouth, it drives her crazyyy how your boobs can’t fit in her mouth. she was willing to try everytime, even with your breathless giggles reminding her that it wouldn’t work and the false complains about the saliva on you.
what about when you walk around the house using strap blouses? or only your bra? oh she can’t unglue her eyes from the way they move with you or how your nipples show. she’s in heaven 24/7.
medium boobs ♥︎
you never thought too much about their size. the average size never brought many ideas to your mind, maybe there is not too much to do anyways. however, with a girlfriend like sevika you soon realized the opposite.
she lovessss how her hands cup them perfectly. it’s the perfect size to squeeze them tightly, specially when she’s fucking you from behind. grip so strong that you don’t know if you’re squirming because of the dildo inside you or because of her hands.
she spend long minutes or even hours lazily sucking on them. if you’re sitting or lying while doing something that leaves room for her, she settle between your legs, lift your shirt and done! her mouth is full of your breasts. now you’re struggling to keep on whatever you’re doing, what a pity. but you can feel something gushing out of you, so...
sevika loves to slap your boobs. shit, the way they wiggle depending on the force she applies... and depending on how many times, you can clearly see how swollen they get.
and when you both go out to a romantic date and you choose on purpose some clothe with a sexy neckline, or a bra that hold them together... she can’t wait to get home and grab them, pinching your nipples until you’re screaming.
small boobs ♥︎
honestly, you were insecure about what she’d think about your boobs at the beginning of your relationship. what can be done with them? you thought. maybe she’ll just skip that part, it’s okay, i’ll get over it... oh, you had no idea.
sevika feels dizzy when she removes the clamps and your nipples are sooo swollen. it’s cute how sensitive you get, also. trying to squirm away because your nipples were tightly trapped by the clamps and now were about to be sucked eagerly by your girlfriend.
she makes sure to pinch them strongly, until your nipples are hard as fuck and she can spend as long as she wants rubbing them, using her saliva or your slickness.
if you’re still too insecure if she likes them or not, she’ll fuck you in front of a mirror, making sure that you’re looking at them, watching her play with them all the time.
she doesn't give up even if they're too small to even fit in her mouth. sevika holds them, squeezes until they’re both tightly squeezed between her fingers, perfect for sucking and licking.
in conclusion, sevika is totally in love, completely crazy about her girlfriend boobs, independently on their size. and she will make sure to show it.
Warnings: future mother-in-law!Sevika, fauxcest? Maybe?, reader is bi (ik kill me I'm sorry), g!p Sevika, dub-con, being laced, breeding + breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation.
Impatient. Everytime you come to visit, Sevika gets more and more upset by the fact that you're not knocked up. You're dating her son and for the love of god she doesn't know what he's doing... but it's wrong. Sevika is convinced she could get the job done with one fuck, and then you'd be swelling with a kid like you've always wanted.
When she first met you, she liked that you knew what you wanted with her son, you knew you wanted a family- and god you were so sweet, she knew you'd make a great, caring mother. If she's being completely honest, all she wants to see is you glowing and swollen, carrying the child that will continue her strong bloodline, keep the family going.
So, when she first had the idea of taking it into her own hands... she told herself it was insane, that you'd never agree to it. Why would you let your partners parent knock you up? Though your gaze always lingered on her, she noticed because hers lingers on you too. You're a pretty little thing, young and willing to experience anything at least once - which is why Sevika decided to try, just once. If you didn't reciprocate then she'd back off... maybe.
"Still not happened yet honey?" Sevika asks casually as you sit on the couch, sipping the tea she made you with a relaxant pill slipped in. It wouldn't cloud your judgement or anything, you were still conscious and well though any anxiety you might feel wouldn't rise to the surface.
"No." You let out a small sigh, setting your mug down on the coffee table. "We've been trying but it's not... it's not happening."
Sevika can see the glint of something in your eyes, sadness maybe, or frustration?
"You really want it, don't you honey?" Natrually she pats your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh underneath her fingertips. At her touch your breath catches slightly, her hand was a lot higher up on your thigh than a casual touch... yet you didn't hate it, in fact you felt guilty for liking it so much.
"Maybe it's something to do with me... maybe my eggs aren't right or something..."
No. Sevika wouldn't have that. She refused to let you think that this was your fault, it was clearly her sons fault.
So... she did something about it. Like the perfect future mother-in-law she is.
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"Take it baby, takin' it so good for me... just a little longer, sweet girl-" The wet plap plap plap echoed off the walls as Sevika's hips met yours with each punishing thrust. Her hand was tangled in your hair at the base of your neck, pulling your head up just enough so you could see yourself in the floor to ceiling mirror.
You were on your knees, breasts squished flat into the floor, hands fisting in the rug beneath you. With each pummel of her cock deep inside you, your hips and ass were jiggling with the impact. Soft moans and whimpers were all you could let escape now- Sevika had wrung three orgasms out of you before fucking you, before manhandling you to the floor to breed you properly. "Look so f'kin pretty like this, sweetheart. All cryin' and whinin' for me... gonna fill you up so good.. so good..."
All you want is to tell her that it's too much, it feels too good. The words die in your throat as another pathetic moan is ripped from you instead. Your head felt light, like you were floating on clouds, sex had never felt so good, so right... Sevika loved it, how accepting you were of her harsh thrusts, her rough hands on you hips as she pulled you back onto her with zero resistance.
The pill was a good idea.
A creamy, white ring was forming around the base of her cock, forming white strings that kept her connected to with each grind of her hips. She runs her hands up and down your sides, letting out a guttural groan as her still still, thighs twitching as her second load bursts into you, filling you up. "That's it love... told you 'm gonna get get you nice and swollen f' me."
From the way her hips started up again, you could tell Sevika was nowhere near finished with you... and everything in you loved it. Wanted more. Wanted... her. Even if it was wrong, it felt so right.
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