sevika did not expect that. she finished inside you, slow and deep, breathing all heavy against your neck like she always does — then she slid her fingers down to scoop up the mess like she was being all sexy about it. then brought it to her mouth with that lazy smirk.
and IMMEDIATELY her face dropped like she just drank battery acid.
“that—” she gagged, literally gagged, wiping her tongue with the back of her hand. “fuck why didn’t you ever tell me it tastes like that?”
you were on your back wheezing and laughing, tears in the corners of your eyes.
then you were like, well lemme try then, and you dipped your fingers in while you whimpered and tasted. you just nodded like it was a gourmet meal.
“it’s fine! it’s love flavoured :)”
she stared at you like you were clinically unwell.
and ever since that day, miss ‘i don’t care about healthy food’ has been inhaling pineapples. fruit bowls in the fridge. vitamin gummies on the counter. protein shakes??
she comes home one day with a whole case of coconut water.
you don’t say anything. but when she nutted in you next time and casually licks her fingers clean with zero hesitation — no grimace, no complaint, just a quiet, satisfied hum…
“ah fuck yeah now it tastes good. hey, now lick it from my fingers and appreciate it, peach.”
Drabble: Sevika being protective of her beautiful wife on the beach.
Thank you for this request!
She should've known. Should've expected things to go the way they're going. Every single person that walked past the towel you were sprawled out on stared whether it was other women jealous of how confident you were wearing those scraps of fabric- Sevika wouldn't even class it as a bikini. Or men who were ogling you like you were some prize they could win if they charmed you enough.
She understood the stares, of course she did you were fucking stunning. Curvy and chubbed up in all the right places, soft and smooth all over with your skin glistening in the sun, hair tumbling down your back effortlessly looking like a model... she understood. Didn't mean she had to like it.
"You gonna put on the cover up I brought you love?"
"Why would I do that? I need to tan Sevika. Tan. I'm too pasty."
Right... tanning. Her fists clenched at her sides, unsure as to why. It could be the group of men a few feet away staring at you- or the fact that her girl looks so fucking edible she can't wait to get you home and spread you open.
"...take if off! Take it off!" Snapping back to reality from her daydream of feasting on you later her head whips up to the group of men that have started cheering at you to take off your bikini...
And there you are. Unphased. Unbothered. Completely ignoring them.
That's her girl.
As they approch you dont blink an eyelid, used to Sevika scaring people off with one look though these guys are either stupid or just really fucking brave. Either way it wouldn't last long.
"Yo pretty thing why don't ya take that-" growing closer to you Sevika stands, her own body glistening -despite her adamant refusal you forced her to wear sunscreen- with sweat dripping off her. One look was all it took for the group of men to scatter like startled kittens.
"Fucking pathetic." You giggle at her annoyance as she plops herself down next to you, pulling you into her lap with your thighs bracketing hers on either side. "You scared 'em off baby, good job."
No matter how long you've been married for, no matter how many time you say it... praising her always brings a burning flush to her cheeks which she'll always deny. "Yeah yeah, whatever." Her little huff against your neck is adorable as she buried her face there, arms around your waist like steel bands. So what if she's a little protective? It's her duty as your wife, right?
stalker! Sevika, who briefly sees you walking out of a vintage shop while she’s running errands, and finds herself enamored at first sight with you. Following you for a good hour while you walked and walked, finally turning to some dingy apartment that looked like it was about to fall apart at any second.
stalker! Sevika, who learns your routine by the third week of trailing behind you, and you oh so naively, leading her to your work, your coffee shop, and your friend's place, until she gets it all down. By the second attempt to break into your place, she jumps for joy when the lock finally clicks.
stalker! Sevika, who takes your dirty and clean underwear for herself, and looks through all your shit, thinking about how good she'd treat you if you just let her. How she would never let you work a day in your life, and can give you a better place to live, if you just let her through?
stalker! Sevika, who finally gets the courage to talk to you when you're at work, bullshitting her way into an hour-long conversation with you, after lying about how she couldn't find a book about architecture. Her spine shudders, and when she notices the blush on her face when you begin to talk to her, she decides right then and there that she needs to have you.
stalker! Sevika, who spends weeks watching and planning until it's a late Friday night, and while you're walking home alone. She's cornering you, rendering you limp on her arm, and carries you inside her house, down to her basement, where she’s carefully replicated your room and bathroom.
"Shh, it's okay, bunny. I got you, I won't hurt you." She whispered, stronger's trailing down your limp frame, nose leaning down to smell the scent of honey and strawberry shampoo.
stalker! Sevika, who calms you down when you first wake up, fat tears trailing down your cheek as you're shaking in the room that looks so much like yours. She approaches you softly, and despite how shaky and scared you are, she calms you down, giving you all your favorite snacks and treats, until you are lying on the bed, softly hiccuping.
"Are you going to hurt me?" you ask, shakily munching on the salt pretzels while she's at the end of the bed, watching you.
Her eyebrows furrow, and she looks mildly offended, "No...I–I would never do that. I’m going to keep you safe, bunny.”
When she leaves, you feel the urge to cry, yet you don’t, falling asleep looking at the closed door, seeing her footsteps behind the door. An eerie calmness circles around the pit of your stomach, and somehow, you feel much safer in this faux room of yours than in your actual apartment.
stalker! Sevika, who pays the deposit to move out of your apartment, and brings everything back to her place, under the pretense that you’re her girlfriend and that you’re sick.
She cooks you, every meal you like, with the exact food brands you like, nearly altering everything she eats. And you can’t help but feel really fucking good, and taken care of when she brings you clothing, and gives you food, and brings you the CD’s you want of every old movie you like to watch on repeat.
stalker! Sevika, who always respects your space and never tries to touch, until you’re watching The Tenant and you crawl to her, placing your cheek on her lap, and she finally touches your face, hand patting your head. You fall asleep like that, the thick metal resting on your ankle, and she moves you, putting you in the position she always sees you sleep in.
stalker! Sevika, who watches your sleep through the camera and one day finds you with your shorts to your ankle, fingers rubbing your puffy, swollen clit, while you suck on your fingers, rubbing yourself dumb. She watches you shake, back arching into the bed, while spit dribbles down your chin. It’s overwhelming, watching you and hearing your little whines, but not touching your pretty, soft skin.
“Fuck,” she shudders out, hands traveling down her pants. She can only imagine how you’d cry when she finally gets to touch you. Her fingers circle her own clit, rubbing at the same pace your hands move, until her stomach tightens and she’s watching you cum with a tiny sob.
“Sevika,” You mewl, spine tightening, until you are clasping your thighs, slick pouring onto the sheets. Sevika, who cums at the same time as you, and spends a good thirty minutes watching you whimper softly, guilt painted on your face as you wobbly clean yourself up.
stalker! Sevika, who falls asleep with you one night, while you’re watching some cliche action movie. You freeze, hearing her soft snore in your ear, and heat builds in your stomach as you turn your head, placing a soft kiss on her lips. You feel sick, but so so dizzy, so you push your lips on her again, until your tongue darts to her lower lip. You only stop when she stops snoring for a second, panicked that you’ve been caught.
stalker! Sevika, who WATCHES the tape of you kissing her, and nearly feels her heart leap into her ass, because her pretty bunny is so needy for her, and can’t help herself. So she rewards you with sweet treats you barely give yourself, watching you preen at her as you stuff yourself full, sometimes offering her some.
stalker! Sevika, who nearly falls on her ass when she finally takes the chain off your ankles, and you corner her, asking her why she doesn’t touch you. You straddle her lap, whining and at her like a dog.
“Why won’t you touch me?” You ask, hands cupping her chest, kneading the skin. Warmth spreads across you, and your hips buck against her lap.
Sevika exhales sharply, “Bunny, don’t–I’m trying to be respectful.” Though she knows that’s fucking stupid, given the fact that she kidnapped you and stuffed you in her basement.
You pout at her, taking off your spaghetti strap shirt, and she moves her head, as your boobs settle right in front of her face. “Please,” and Sevika is trying so hard to remain respectful despite always watching you sleep and wondering how your skin tastes in her mouth.
stalker! Sevika, who finally breaks, and eats your pussy until you’re a sobbing mess, whining and whimpering while she licks your big puffy clit, groaning and moaning against the thick curly hair of your mound. She watches you cum on her mouth, disregarding her clothing, and crawling up to your face.
“F–fuck, that’s my good bunny, open your mouth.” She groans, putting half of her weight on your face.
You let her fuck your face, tongue tasting the tangy saltiness of her pussy, as you lap her clit, hips bucking into the air, because god, it feels so good and you’re nearly suffocating. “So good,” you whine against her. A rush of pleasure curls against your spine while she uses your face, and you lie there, face all wet until she cums.
You barely catch your breath, body all wrung out and sleep, before she’s opening your legs again, positoning herself until her clit is against yours, and she’s grinding down, making your pussies kiss in a mess of slick and spit combined. Overstimulation makes you cry harder, hot, fat tears down your cheeks, while your body is covered in sweat.
“One more baby,” she coaxes softly, grinding harder, while your nails dig into her skin, “Does it feel good?”
And you try nodding, eyes fluttering open and closed, pleasure seeping into every crevice of your brain, until you can’t do anything but grind back on her. She smiles, “Aww, my bunny got too pussy-drunk to speak?” And she gets so mean and condescending, all the while praising you and calling you her sweet, bunny.
stalker! Sevika, who finally lets you out of the basement and lets you sleep in her bed, but only if you don’t wear underwear. And every day, just hours before she goes to work, her hands snake down your thighs, fingers sliding into your wet folds until you meekly push her away and cry, telling her it’s too much. She kisses your tears away, so eagerly, bringing you to the edge of pleasure, leaving your clit swollen and puffy just before she leaves.
stalker! Sevika, who eats everything you cook for her, and makes you sit on her lap while you tell her about your day, despite not leaving the house. She listens to you ramble and ramble, then watches movies with you, until you’re too sleepy to move, and carries you into the room, taking off your clothing and tucking you in.
yes yes, sue me I have a thing for perv stalker Sevika. SUE MEE
first drabble but i am sure i am using the wrong term, cause is kind of longer than 100 words....but whatever!!
Ty for reading :P
Ambessa/Sevika ignoring you in public, affectionate in private
warnings. suggestive, ambessa lowkey crushing you on the bed but who cares,
requested by @schlagglovr (everyone thank them <3)
ambessa medarda
Murmurs and laughter spread across the grand. A sea of sharp-dressed politicians and councilors, their voices filling the room. Ambessa Medarda was in her element, towering over most of the crowd. With her presence commanding attention without even trying. You, on the other hand, were left to hover at her side, your hand occasionally brushing against hers. So desperate for a small chance of acknowledgment. But as always, Ambessa's focus was razor-sharp. Her words spilling out in calculated precision as she discussed trade routes and alliances. It was as if you weren't even there. Like a ghost.
She didn't glance at you, not even once. It caused a sting in your heart as her disregard grew sharper with every passing second. You swallowed your frustration, telling yourself it wasn't personal. That you knew her well enough to understand this was her battlefield, her war to win, and her affection couldn't bleed through here. Still, it didn't stop the ache in your chest as her laughter rang out. It was so warm and inviting but it was directed at someone who wasn't you.
Countless hours passed by and by the time the last diplomat was shown out, your patience was wearing thin. You slipped into your shared quarters ahead of her, fuming silently. But when the door finally creaked open, there she was. Discarding her armor as her gaze locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. "Come here," she rumbled, her voice softer now, devoid of its earlier sharp edges.
You didn't hesitate, the fight draining out of you the moment her arms encircled your waist. Pulling you flush against her. "You ignored me all night," you muttered, your voice muffled against her chest.
"I know," she admitted, her lips brushing against your temple as she guided you to the bed. "I hate that I have to. However out there, I'm a general. Here.." Her hands tilted your chin up, her golden eyes meeting yours with a smoldering desire. "Here, I'm just yours."
She kissed you slowly with passion, her lips lingering as if to make up for every second of neglect. How much you missed her lips on yours.
Ambessa’s lips crushed against yours with an intensity that stole your breath, her hands large and possessive as they gripped your hips. The need between you was palpable, her every touch sparking something wild in you. With a low growl, she hoisted you effortlessly, your thighs wrapping tightly around her waist. The cold press of her armor against your skin was a stark contrast to the searing warmth of her body, and it only made you want her more.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” she rasped against your lips, her voice rough and dripping with hunger. Her teeth grazed your lower lip before she claimed your mouth again, deepening the kiss. She carried you toward the bed as if you weighed nothing, her presence utterly dominating.
“You’re the one doing this, Ambessa,” you breathed against her, your fingers tangling in her short hair, tugging hard enough to draw a soft groan from her. “I can feel how much you want me, right now.”
Her smirk was wicked, her lips finding the sensitive curve of your neck as her teeth scraped along your skin. “Oh, I don’t just want you,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing. “I’m going to have you, all of you.”
Your back hit the mattress, and Ambessa didn’t hesitate to press you down, her powerful body pinning you beneath her. The weight of her, the sheer strength in the way she handled you, made your pulse race. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as her voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “Tell me, do you enjoy driving me to madness? Watching me lose control over you like this?”
“You’re the one who’s in control,” you replied, your voice trembling as her hands roamed your thighs, her thumbs digging into your skin to pull you closer. “You always are. Isn’t that how you like it?”
Her chuckle was dark and full of promise as her lips moved to your collarbone, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin there. “Careful now,” she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. “Keep talking like that, and I might not stop at just kissing you.”
“Who says I want you to stop?” you countered boldly, your hands sliding over her broad shoulders, pulling her closer. The challenge in your voice made her pause, her dark eyes locking onto yours with a heat that stole your breath.
“Bold little one,” she said, her tone edged with a mix of warning warning and desire. Her hand slid up your thigh, gripping it firmly as she pinned you even tighter against the bed. "You're making it very hard for me to stay patient."
"Please don't," you whispered, your lips brushing against hers in a teasing kiss.
Ambessa growled, before claiming your mouth again with a ferocity that made your head spin. As her hands roamed your body and her weight pressed you deeper into the mattress, the world outside her chambers melted away. Here, underneath her, you were hers. There was no place you'd rather be.
Her hands roamed your chest, strong and steady. When you tried to pull away to tease her again, she caught your lower lip between her teeth, stopping you in your tracks. "Stop with the teasing, darling," she murmured, her voice low. "Just let me show you how much little patience i have."
sevika
Smoky haze filled The Last Drop. It was as suffocating as it was intensifying, the crowd's cheers echoed through the bar as Sevika sat at her usual corner table. Her sharp eyes scanning the room. She was stoic as always, her posture a mix of casual confidence and barely restrained menace. You sat at her side, nursing your drink in silence. Silently hoping for even the smallest flicker of recognition from her. But she didn't look your way. Not once.
Instead, Sevika was all business. Barking orders to her lackeys and exchanging brief words with Silco's former enforcers. The air around her was heavy and her mechanical arm was gleaming under the dim light as she tapped her cigarette against the ashtray. It was like you didn't exist at all. While you knew this was her world and her job, it didn't make it hurt any less. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to let the frustration show on your face. Unfortunately you hid it horribly. Much to your distaste.
When the meeting finally ended, Sevika stood and stretched, her gaze finally landing on you. "Come on," she said gruffly, motioning for you to follow. You bit back the urge to snap at her, deciding instead to trail behind her as she led you through the winding corridors to her private quarters.
The second the door shut behind you, the shift in her demeanor was quick. "Alright," she said, her voice softer now, her lips quirking up into a half-smile. "Let me have it."
"Let you have it?" you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "You ignored me all night, Sev. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?"
She stepped closer, her warm hand curling around your wrist as she tugged you toward her. "Embarrassing, huh?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a glimmer of something genuine in her eyes as she leaned in towards you. Her breath warm against your cheek. "Didn't seem to bother you when you were sitting all pretty beside me."
"Don't start," you snapped, but your voice wavered as she closed the remaining distance between you. Her metal hand rising to trail a cold line down your arm. Her touch sent a shiver racing down your spine, and she knew it.
"You're cute when you're mad," she murmured, her voice dropping lower as her lips brushed the shell of your ear. "But I think you're forgetting something."
"And what's that?" you shot back, even as your breath hitched when her warm hand slid to your waist, pulling you against her.
"That you're mine," she growled, her lips crashing against yours before you could respond. The kiss was searing, her teeth grazing your bottom lip as her hands roamed your body. Her touch overwhelming as she backed you up against the wall. "I don't ignore you because I want to," she rasped, her lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline. "I ignored you because if I didn't, l'd drag you into my lap in front of everyone and let them know exactly who you belong to."
Your breath caught as her words sank in, her hands gripping your thighs to hoist you up against the wall. Instinctively you wrapped your legs around her waist, locking them together. "Sevika..." you whispered, your voice trembling as her mouth moved to your neck. Her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin below your jaw. “You're such a-"
"Say it," she demanded, her lips curving into a smirk against your skin. "Go on. Tell me how much you hate me right now."
You groaned, threading your fingers through her hair and tugging hard, earning a low growl from her. "I hate how good you are at this," you admitted, your words barely more than a breath as she bit down lightly, soothing the mark with her tongue.
Her laugh was low and dark, her breath fanning over your collarbone as she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. "You love how good I am at this," she corrected, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
You rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
"Maybe," you conceded, your voice softening as she set you down gently, her hands lingering on your hips.
"Definitely," she teased, brushing her lips against yours one more time before pulling away slightly, her forehead resting against yours. "Now, let me make up for tonight in a more proper manner."
Vi who watches one TikTok of a girl complaining that she’ll never get to have her dick sucked and it absolutely changes her life. If we’re being completely honest Vi’s always had a little bit of a thing with your mouth, but she can’t help it. And this has just made it so much worse
So much worse infact that when she gets horny and you’re away, she watches strap sucking videos specifically so she can imagine what you’d look like on your knees taking her. And how heavenly your already magnificent mouth could feel.
And she tries to keep it together, she does. But she’s been extra feral and it’s not hard to pick up on the fact that something’s causing it. Her already crumpling composure all comes toppling down when she goes to show you a fight video she had saved on twitter and it instead opens up to a girl throat fucking her girlfriend with a strap.
It’s dead silent as you piece together what’s really been making her crazy. And she is staring at her phone, she turned it off and chucked it , in abject horror. Not for long though of course.
“Did you wanna try that” She’s gonna cream her pants.
And that’s how you end up here, on your knees, Vi’s black strap within an inch of your face and Vi herself looking just as delicious as usual. Maybe more so, if you’re being honest.
Eyes trailing her body as they make their way up. From the hot pink happy trail that only stops a few centimeters from her belly button to her toned beyond belief torso. I mean abs like hers should be illegal really, and her breasts , god they looked great from this angle.
But more importantly was her eyes, dark with a hunger you’d only seen a few times on her. Taking in every piece of you, and if this was anyone else you’d feel vulnerable, but you don’t, not with her.
“Just gonna stare or you gonna put that pretty mouth to work, babe”
A shiver went down your spine as you leaned forward, grasping the toy at the base and kissing up the side length before coming to the tip. Tapping it on your tongue and giving it a few light licks.
“Don’t tease.” Vi’s voice was tight and barely restrained. She had one hand buried softly in your hair but her grip tightened as she spoke, giving a warning tug.
“Can’t help it,” you gave her a soft smirk “it’s just so fun” at that a sharper tug that had the ghost of a whine leave your mouth. Finally you stopped your teasing, anticipation having brewed enough.
Taking her deeper and deeper as a steady pace before it bottomed out, and you’d be lying if the feeling of Vi’s bush against your nose and the sweet sent of her musk that filled your senses didn’t have you clenching around nothing. Drawing back and repeating until you had a good temp, rubbing and gripping at her trembling thighs to steady yourself.
And Vi, she was in heaven. You’d think this wouldn’t feel that good, that it wouldn’t live up to all the fantasies she’d created in her mind. But if anything, this was better. She had the prettiest girl in the world in front of her , sucking her dick like a porn star, hell she could feel the moans you were trying to muffle vibrating through the silicone and it was doing something fierce to her. But it wasn’t enough.
“Oh fuck, pretty girl you’re doin so good . So fucken good promise , but I need more” Her voice was wrecked , bordering on the line of pathetic. A raspy whiney mess and damn if it wasn’t working for you.
“What’s wrong baby , whaddya need?” You pull back and a line of spit connects your lips to the tip of her cock, almost as thin as her restrain is wearing at the moment. Hand coming to jerk it off. Because despise it being fake, the grinder that lay underneath bumping relentlessly against Vi’s sensitive clit was very real.
“Need to fuck your face” oh this was filthy
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, just fuck. C’mon princess. Don’t tease” Another raspy whine left her lips as her hips bucked forward, and you thighs pressed together to follow.
“Yeah Vi, okay. Fuck my face” it was breathy but just as needy in response and it had her removing her hand from your hair so that it could help the other gather all the fly away and pull it back, becoming a handle of sorts. Mumbling soft but ever so genuine ‘thank you’s.
“Just tap me twice if it’s too much , alright pretty?”
“Alright.”
“Good girl, now open up for me.” She instructed and you obeyed, jaw dropping and tongue out far enough to cover your teeth. The first few were gentle, testing. But after she had it, all bets were off. Hips snapping relentless , silicone bumping against the back of your throat as you tried to suck in tandem. Spit dropping down the sides of your mouth and down your chest.
“Oh that’s so good, doin so good for me , babe. So fucken good”
“God you’re perfect, mouth is perfect, taking me so well”
And when you gagged the first time, she knew she wasn’t lasting long.
“Oh fuck, that’s right pretty girl. Just fucken choke on my cock.” She was practically bent over cradling your head as she humped the toy into your mouth. Coil in her stomach tightening with every thrust, threatening to snap with every moan you let out in response .
It came as no surprise to the both of you when she let out whine turned growl as she chased and then road out her high. Grinding against the bumper and simultaneously choking you on her cock. A few more jerky and not nearly as strong thrusts before she was pulling out. Hazy and in complete awe of you. Even as you were covered in spit and blinking away tears.
“Too rough?”
“Never”
“Good.” Before she was helping you stand to carrying you to the bedroom.
“Did so good , babe. I’m gonna fuck you till you see stars tonight.”
‧₊˚── Synopsis: The last time you slept together, you asked Sevika for more than she had equipped; she makes sure she's prepared for the next time 'round.
Word Count: 647
Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, strap (r receiving), top! sev, bottom! reader, softdom! sev, reader has female anatomy, i must be ovulating
A/N: Honestly, this did not turn out as nasty as I thought it would… anyway, first smut! Woohoo! I'm currently working on a dancer! vi au headcanon (enemies to lovers too how juicyyy), but I had this idea pop into my head today and thought I'd write a little drabble about it for y'all to have in the meantime; so here ya go, and I hope you enjoy!
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ
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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin as you stare slack-jawed at the silicone in front of you
୨ৎ Dark purple (her favorite color, you’ve noticed), eight inches long, and two inches wide
୨ৎ Your eyes slowly trail up to meet her own, eyebrows raised
୨ৎ “Sevika,” you begin with a breathy chuckle, “I… I don’t know if I can.”
୨ৎ She quirks a brow at you
୨ৎ “You took all of me last time and then asked for more; you can take it.”
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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s got you coming undone below her; flesh hand on your hip, and the other guiding the first inch of the purple toy into you
୨ৎ You don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know you’re a handful of hickeys and orgasms in; and still, here you are, clawing at her arms, begging for something (you’re not even sure what)
୨ৎ “I hear you baby,” Sevika would soothe, kneading your hip, “I’m right here; doing so good f’ me."
୨ৎ She’s in a trance, watching the toy sink into you inch by delicious inch
୨ৎ Until, you suddenly reach out in between your spread legs, placing a hand on her stomach
୨ৎ “Fuck, it’s too much,” you’d pant, “Shit, Sev, ‘s too big…”
୨ৎ She cocks her head to the side with a lazy smirk
୨ৎ “Yeah?” she’d tease, “Can you take this much for now, baby? Can you do that for me?”
୨ৎ “Yeah,” you’d say weakly, too full of her to muster anything else
୨ৎ “Atta girl.”
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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s fucking you into the mattress, flesh hand pressing into your lower back, mech hand gathering your hair into her fist
୨ৎ You’re drunk off of the fullness
୨ৎ The stretch of your walls around the silicone, the kiss it just barely plants on your cervix with every thrust; you need more, more,
୨ৎ “More?”
୨ৎ You hadn’t realized you’d been doing your pleading out loud
୨ৎ “Yes, fuck yes, please, please, please…”
୨ৎ She’d let your hair loose, placing her mech hand parallel to the other and pulling you back up onto your knees by your hips
୨ৎ You’d attempt to push yourself back onto the toy, and she’d land a quick slap on the swell of your ass, ordering you to “Slow down.”
୨ৎ The last thing Sevika wanted was for you to get hurt (which is why she refused to be any rougher with you in bed than she already was, despite your reassurance that you could handle it), so she’d be slow to push into you
୨ৎ The sound that leaves your body when you feel Sevika come to a hilt inside you is guttural
୨ৎ Your arch deepens as your arms reach out to grab at the rungs of the headboard in front of you, knuckles turning white
୨ৎ The cool metal of Sevika’s hand trails up from your hip, to your back, to your forearm, and eventually, just above your own hand so that she can grab hold of the headboard herself
୨ৎ Her breathing is heavy, her body trapping yours, and you can tell she’s coming undone, so you reach over your shoulder to interlock your fingers with her flesh ones (whenever Sevika begins to fall apart, she needs the contact)
୨ৎ “Fuck, Y/n,” a kiss on your shoulder, “Okay for me to me move?”
୨ৎ You nod frantically, brows knit together in pleasure, but that isn’t enough for her
୨ৎ “Words, love; I need words.”
୨ৎ "Yes! Fuck, Sevika, please fuck me!”
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୨ৎ Sevika, who’s slow to pull the silicone out of you so she doesn't jar you, and quick to take the harness off so she can hold you
୨ৎ Your breath is still coming out in pants as she strokes your back and peppers kisses on your forehead, your temples, your cheeks
WARNINGS— wlw, dom!sevika, use of strap, clit play, pussy slaps, spanking, nipple/breast play, slight dacryphilia, NSFW MDNI.
pls tell me if this is shit...
sevika dicking you down with her fat strap, her hands under your thighs, pushing them up until your knees meet your heaving chest. "'vika ! fuck, 'vika ! ohmygod !" you squeal as she kneels over you, her tits bouncing in your face, and they look so good you just can't help yourself, taking a nipple between your lips to suck on as she fucks into your squelching pussy. your watery eyes blinking up at her, and it makes her clit twitch with need.
she groans, smirking down at you as her hand comes down in a hard smack against your ass, making your already tight cunt clench so deliciously around her dick. oh, if only she could feel it. she chuckles through her grunts, cooing with a false tone of sympathy. "so sweet, aren't you ? just needed somethin' between those pretty lips to shut you up, hm ?"
you whine at her words, tongue circling her areola while you palm your own breasts, your body jerking with each of her firm thrusts which has her tip grazing your cervix in a gooey kiss.
your lips left her slick, swollen nipple to let out a cry of pleasure from your used throat, your hips jumping pathetically as your greedy hole sucked in another inch of her silicone cock.
"ohh, sweet girl. look at this pussy, she's practically drowning me shittt. bet this little clit would love some attention too, yeah ? want your clit rubbed, baby ?" she grins cruelly, her lips twisting up in a way that has your head nodding desperately against the sweat soiled pillow.
"mhm, mhm ! please, 'vika. wan' you to touch me !" you squeak, a familiar pressure in your lower belly building rapidly as your cunt clenches rhythmically around her. she chuckles darkly again, squeezing the plump flesh of where your thigh meets your ass before bringing her hand around to rub tight circles on your pulsing clit.
"tell me how good it feels, sweet girl. tell me how good it feels when I pinch your pretty clit." she grunts, squeezing your bundle of nerves between her finger and thumb and watching with a sick pleasure as you squirm and wail.
"feels— feels so good ! so fuckin' good," you mewl, arching into her touch when she lands a harsh slap against your cunt which sends you reeling and your pussy spasming. "'vika, 'm cumming— 'm cumming !"
you babble uselessly, jerking and writhing as you came on her dick, which was still ravishing your insides rather harshly. sevika grunts, tapping her fingers menacingly against your twitching clit as she continues to snap her hips at a punishing pace. you whine, attempting to push her hand away pathetically, and when you failed to do so you planted your palm against her abs, fingers curling the longer she stayed plowing into you mercilessly.
"awh, did you think I was done, sweet girl ? nuh uh, 'm not finished with this slutty hole yet."
[mdni, nsfw, smut, fem!reader, p in v peneträtion]
oh, vander loves watching you struggle to take him. he especially enjoys it when you claim you’re going to ride him and he’s not going to lift a single finger to help you, wanting to prove a point. but when your hips are already burning and thighs are beginning to tremble; and you’ve all but taken the tip of his cöck, you’re second guessing your decision.
he takes a puff off of his pipe, smiling as smoke billows from his nose. “ya want some help yet lass?” vander teases. he had known from the beginning that this would eventually happen. well you both knew but your pride to prove you could do it was far greater than knowing you shouldn’t.
“don’t mock me,” you huff in response. your hands sprawled out across his broad chest, pressing almost all of your weight into his body while your knees dig into the mattress. “i’m gonna do this.” you add, hips stuttering as you try and force yourself to take more of him. a groan slips past your lips as you squeeze around the cock currently splitting you in half.
“if you say so,” vander hums, taking another draw off of his pipe. “i’m fine with just enjoying the view.” vander says with a smirk as he trails a large hand up along your thigh. slides his rough and calloused hand right up along your skin until his thumb press into your clit, pulling gently to get a better look as you attempt to take him all on your own.
you could only imagine how puffy your pussy must be; or how red it most likely is from the stretch of his giant cock. and from how soaked you are, you knew you were drooling all along every inch of his twitching shaft. you knew you looked like a mess but at least he got to enjoy watching you struggle.
you grit your teeth, shivering at the feeling of his thumb pushing through the folds of your pussy, but sink down further on his shaft out of spite. “too damn big…” you curse with a moan as you’re stretched out even more. you were half way to your final destination though, which made you feel pretty good.
vander laughs, deep and hearty from within his chest, thumb bumping against your clit once again to send a strike of pleasure through your body. “i’ll take that as a compliment sweetheart.” he says. his pretty eyes glancing up at your pursed lips before trailing back down to your cunt wrapped around him.
you roll your eyes but clench your teeth, beyond determined, as you finally manage to take all of him. bottoming out with a pitiful moan as pleasure burns throughout your lower half. finally stuffed to the brim with his aching cock; flushed fully against his skin that you’re sure you’re leaving a mess all over.
and all he does is chuckle again.
“atta girl.” he praises sweetly. “now it’s time for some real fun.”
