A/n:English is not my first language!I need you to point out unacceptable mistakes, please, I won't get angry, quite the opposite.
warnings: oral sex, (R!receiving) (Sev!receiving) unprotected sex, sevika!g!p
Dealer!sevika x fem!reader
Your friend Anny had dragged you to a party—you had no idea it would be in the middle of nowhere. It was packed with people of all kinds, but mostly drug dealers; the overpowering scent of marijuana hung heavy in the air. You weren't exactly a fan of going to parties; you much preferred staying home doing absolutely nothing. But Anny had insisted so much. She had even given you an outfit to wear, since you rarely went out and therefore never bothered buying new clothes—something Anny found completely unacceptable. So, she had brought you some clothes herself: a miniskirt, a sparkly black top, and a pair of not-too-high heels. Honestly? You would have been better off going naked.
Anny was dancing with the guys—grinding against them, rubbing herself all over them. She looked like a total slut! God. You were sitting on a stool at the bar, keeping to yourself—just observing. And that was one of your worst mistakes: observing *everything*. That’s when you felt two pairs of eyes on you from a table in the front corner of the room. There she was—cigarette in hand, surrounded by a bunch of guys playing cards. But she wasn't paying any attention to the game; she was focused entirely on *you*. It was hard not to look back; her gaze was intense. The world around you seemed to shift into slow motion. Just as her stare grew even more intense, you looked away—and that was the moment Anny returned.
"Hey! Are you really just going to stay buried over there? Come dance! That’s why I brought you here—to have some damn fun!" Anny said, panting from the hours she’d spent dancing with that crowd.
"This place just isn't my scene. You know that perfectly well, Anny," you replied with a hint of annoyance.
"Relax," she said, signaling the bartender to order a drink. She sits down beside you and looks straight ahead—right where that woman was standing—who was *still* staring at you. "Well, look at that; looks like the carnivore has found her meat," she says with a laugh.
"Cut it out," you scold her, fidgeting with your fingers.
"What? Girl, literally the owner of this whole damn place is checking you out! I wouldn't pass that up," she says, grabbing her drink and taking a sip.
"The thing is, I don't get involved with *that* kind of people!" you huff, turning to look back at the woman. She was *still* staring at you. Damn—she’s gorgeous, she’s hot... the way she was looking at you made your pussy clench tight around nothing but air.
"Oh, come on! What’s the harm in trying? I wish *she* were looking at *me*—my pussy would already be wide open for her," she says with such total nonchalance.
"My God, Anny, stop it!" you scold her once again.
Anny finishes her drink and heads back to the dance floor, moving with even more energy than before. You, meanwhile, remain seated on your stool, fiddling with your phone just to look like you’re doing something. The woman across from you is no longer looking your way; she’s focused on the game and on the woman sitting in her lap. Seeing that, you feel a surge of anger and disgust—what a total slut.
A few minutes later, Anny is no longer on the dance floor; instead, she’s chatting with the dark-skinned woman who had been staring at you just moments ago. I wonder what they’re talking about?
Five minutes later, Anny returns to you, looking cheerful.
"Do you want to head out? I’m tired; my feet are killing me," she says, feigning a grimace of pain. But you don't really care; you just want to get the hell out of that place.
"Let's go!" You hop off the stool and pull her out of the party, You already wanted to leave that place anyway.
You don't notice it, but Anny shoots a wink at the woman—the one whose name you don't know... and are probably better off not knowing. Outside, it seemed even gloomier—dark and silent. There was no one out there, just the two of you.
"Wait, I'll order an Uber," Anny says, pulling out her phone; she furrows her brow.
"What's wrong?" you ask, already feeling a bit worried.
"Nothing, just that I ran out of data." She looks around. "Wait for me here; I'm going to borrow some Wi-Fi. I won't be long."
"You're actually going to leave me here?! I'm coming with you," you say, determined to go with her and refusing to stay there alone.
"No, stay put. I'll be right back—I promise!" she says, already starting to walk in the opposite direction. You let out a sigh and cross your arms, listening intently for any strange noises.
Minutes pass, and Anny still hasn't returned; you're starting to get worried—wondering if something happened to her, or if she simply left without you.
You are just about to turn around to look for her when a tall, muscular figure blocks your path.
You let out a startled gasp, look up, and lock eyes with her. Your blood runs cold seeing her at such close range.
"What are you doing out here all alone? It's dangerous." Her voice is raspy—probably from smoking so much weed.
"Nothing much; I'm just waiting for my friend to come back so we can leave." You have no idea how you managed to speak without stuttering. But you were trembling—and she noticed it; of course she noticed.
"Anny?" she chuckles. "She's probably on round two with my friend Sean," she says, glancing down at your breasts. What a pervert!
"That’s a lie! She went to ask for Wi-Fi so she could call an Uber to pick us up." You cross your arms, not believing a word she’s saying; Anny wouldn't have the audacity to be hooking up right now.
"Oh, she definitely is. She won't be coming back anytime soon." She turns her gaze back to you.
"No!" You cut her off before she can finish. "I’ll call an Uber myself." You pull out your phone and unlock it.
"You’re wasting your time. They won't come all the way out here—they’re not *that* crazy." She laughs, her eyes still fixed on you. You ignore her and send your location, but the driver declines immediately. You try again, and once more... declined.
"I told you so," she says with a smirk—that damn smile that makes you feel like a faucet that’s been turned on full blast.
You cross your arms again, trying to ignore her presence—a futile effort given that body, that voice, and the intense stare she still has locked on you.
"I’m not going with you! I don't even know who you are." You cross your arms tighter, eyeing her with suspicion.
"Stop playing hard to get. And my name is Sevika. If you stay out here until morning, you’ll end up walking home anyway—they won't come out here during the day, either." She says, looking you up and down.
Right where Anny had dragged you earlier.
"Can you stop staring at me?" You snap, glaring at her.
"Why should I? When there’s such a hottie standing right in front of me?" The nerve!
"Shouldn't you be inside with your friends?"
"I should be, but it’s much more interesting staying out here with you."
You huff in annoyance. She takes a step closer to you, yet you don't move a muscle.
"What do you want from me?" You ask, staring intently into her eyes.
"I want you," she says simply.
"Wanting isn't the same as having," you say, averting your gaze. She grabs your chin, forcing you to look back at her.
"But I can—and I will—have you." She looks down at your lips, and you let her lean in; her full, fleshy lips press against yours.
The kiss is hungry—devoid of any tenderness or romance. She is tall, so she has to rise onto her tiptoes to fully immerse herself in the kiss.
Her tongue slips into your mouth, tangling with yours, fighting for dominance—and, naturally, she wins.
You let out a soft moan during the kiss as she squeezes your buttocks beneath your miniskirt.
She pulls away from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva still connecting your lips.
"I’ve wanted to do this so badly ever since I first laid eyes on you, kitten," she murmurs, then lowers her head to kiss your neck—sucking, licking, and leaving marks there.
You let out a soft sigh and clutch at her neck as if it were a lifeline.
"Want to go somewhere else?" she asks, looking at you now with a hopeful expression.
Your brain felt like mush; you nodded frantically—right now, all you wanted was her.
She took your hand and led you toward a dark, dead-end alleyway.
"Where are you taking me?" you ask, sounding suspicious.
She didn't answer. She simply walked on until she stopped in front of a house—a simple, unassuming place. She unlocked the door and pulled you inside.
The place was small—too small. It was just a tiny room—a single, one-room space.
"I rented it just for us," she says with a smile, pulling you even closer.
"You planned this all along?" You look at her, one eyebrow raised in surprise.
"Always prepared," she says proudly, then kisses you again—this time, the kiss is slow and unhurried. "Hmm." You grab her short, black hair, running your hand down her arms.
She lifts her miniskirt, exposing your baby-blue lace panties; she squeezes your butt tightly and delivers a sharp slap—a move that elicits a little squeal from you.
You bite her lower lip while she runs her thick fingers along your slit, right through the panties that are now completely soaked with your wetness.
Sevika pulls you closer, forcing you to feel her erection; she is hard as a rock. You let out a moan and run your hand over her clothed cock, giving it a gentle squeeze, which makes her gasp.
She pulls your panties to the side, and now her fingers make direct contact with your pussy. She caresses your swollen little bud—begging for attention.
"Hmm," you moan as you unbuckle her belt and pull down her boxer briefs along with it, freeing her massive cock. My God, it’s huge! And thick. A dark shaft with a reddish tip, and a trail of pubic hair descending from below her navel, leading straight to paradise.
"Damn, Sevika—you’re massive," you moan, taking her cock in your hand. The veins stand out prominently; you imagine them massaging your insides.
Sevika lets out a sound as you touch her cock; it twitches at your touch. The movement of her fingers inside your pussy becomes frenzied; you moan and spread your legs wider for her.
You stroke her with the same intensity.
"Shit," she groans as you run your thumb over her reddish glans, then go back to massaging the entire length of her shaft.
Sevika pushes you away, withdraws her hand from between your legs, and smears her fingers—slick with your wetness—all over her cock.
"Come on, I want to fuck you right now, but first, I need to eat that pussy," she growled.
You smiled at her, walked over to the old bed, took off your panties, and tossed them onto the floor.
"Spread your legs for me, doll."
She didn't have to ask twice.
Your legs were already spread wide, exposing your pussy—already wet and ready—to her.
Sevika climbed onto the bed and positioned herself right in front of you; she slid her arms beneath your knees and pulled you closer.
Sevika didn't tease—she had no patience for that. She devoured your vagina as if it were her last meal.
"Ahh, Sevika!" you screamed, writhing beneath her. Her grip tightened as her tongue worked with precision, licking the entire length of your vagina—and occasionally your anus, too—sending shivers through your body.
"Mmm, what a tasty pussy," she moaned, sucking your entire vagina deep into her mouth. She moved her head back and forth with a desperate urgency.
Wet, sloppy sounds filled the old room. You screamed her name, thrusting your hips upward, somehow begging for even more.
Sevika released your vagina, then began sucking on your folds—slippery with both your natural wetness and her saliva—creating a messy, delicious blend.
You were on the verge of coming; your womb was already clenching. Sevika knew exactly what was happening; she shifted her focus to your clitoris, giving it her undivided attention. And it didn't take long before you climaxed right into her mouth.
"You taste even better than I imagined. I'm going to get drunk on this pussy, baby."
She didn't stop sucking on your poor, throbbing pussy. You screamed; you moaned loud and long.
"Sevika, please!" You had shifted onto all fours now. She continued to lick your pussy, then moved on to your ass, leaving it wet and slick. She ran her finger over your ass, spreading the saliva, then slowly—very slowly—she slid her ring finger inside.
"Hmmmm," you moaned softly as she slowly licked your pussy with the tip of her tongue. It made you come all over again.
But she didn't stop—not once. She practically rubbed her face against your vagina, smearing it with your wetness.
"Ahh, fuck, Sevika! Goddammit!" you moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sensitivity of your vagina, which had been eaten out who knows how many times.
She murmured against your pussy, sending delicious vibrations through you.
After she finished devouring your poor vagina, your body slumped onto the bed, exhausted—but she wasn't done yet. Your body was still twitching with spasms.
Sevika watched you with a smug smile, slowly masturbating herself as she observed you.
She pulled your hips back up again, making you let out a yelp at the sudden, repeated motion.
"Sevika, please, give me a minute," you moaned as the tip of her cock nudged against your swollen clitoris.
"I don't have all the time in the world, doll. Now let me fuck that pussy for real, hm?"
She gave both your ass cheeks a smack, spat into her palm, and slicked it all along the length of her cock. She rubbed the tip all over your vagina, spreading your juices even further, leaving you dripping wet and ready for her.
You watched her the whole time; your torso lay flat on the bed, your ass hiked up high toward her.
"Come on, no teasing—that doesn't suit you," she said, cutting you off as she thrust deep inside you all at once.
"AHH, FUCK, SEVIKA!" you screamed, arching your back like a cat.
"Damn, so tight—just like I imagined. Even better," she let out a guttural moan as your pussy clenched tightly around her.
"Hmmm, Sev..." You rocked your hips back and forth against her.
"Shit, baby," she moans, watching your ass jiggle as it slams against her pelvis.
You moan, burying your face in the pillow as you thrust rapidly; your vagina clenches around her cock, the veins of her shaft repeatedly massaging your G-spot, making your eyes roll back in your head.
Sevika grabs your hips with both hands, holding you steady, then begins to thrust rapidly; her pelvis slams against your ass, creating the wet, slapping sound of skin hitting skin.
"Fuuuck!" you moan loudly as the tip of her cock brushes against your cervix, making the sensation even more intense.
"What a tight little pussy, baby," she murmurs right next to your ear.
You squeeze your eyes shut tight as you clench around her again.
"Fuck!" she moans loudly, her movements becoming frenzied, sending your body rocking back and forth. You grip the bedsheets tightly.
"I'm gonna cum, baby—clench! Milk my cock, come on," she murmurs in your ear, making you roll your eyes and clench down once more.
She growls and switches positions, flipping you on top; you quickly straddle her cock, desperate for release.
"Ahhh—" you moan, bracing your hands on her shoulders as you grind against her cock, her glans nudging against your cervix.
You throw your body back; now your hands rest on her thighs as you bounce atop her, your breasts spilling from your top, bouncing right along with you. Sevika groans at the sight before her eyes. Your movements betray you as your orgasm draws near.
"Sev—*hmmm*..." You don't finish the thought; the orgasm hits you with intense force. You squeeze Sevika's cock, causing her to arch up off the mattress and pull you into an embrace as she cums deep inside your vagina, dripping with white. Her orgasm is visceral. She trembles as she clings to you, as if you were her anchor.
The two of you lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, neither wanting to let the other go. And without a doubt, that was the best sex you’ve ever had.
You’d definitely have to thank Anny after this.
