req - sevika making her girl squirt for the first time?
hell yeahhh
it starts with you laid over her thigh.
not even fucked, not yet. you’re just in your underwear, hips draped over her lap, her left leg slotted up right between yours. her metal hand rests easy on your lower back. her real one?
it’s already busy between your thighs.
you’d made the mistake of being mouthy earlier. gave her attitude in the hallway, playful at first. but sevika was already buzzed, already lazy from a half-burned blunt. you nudged the hornet’s nest and now you’re here. riding the heavy flex of her thigh, panting into her shoulder while her fingers rub slow, lazy circles over the soaked cotton between your legs.
“mmnh—sev—”
“shh,” she mutters, not even looking at you. her eyes are half-lidded, blunt smoldering in the corner of her mouth. “you talk too much.”
your hips twitch, grinding down instinctively as her thumb presses just right. she doesn’t move fast. doesn’t even press hard. just slow, cruel little strokes while you try to keep from begging.
“c’monnn” you whimper. “please—”
her fingers trail down the front of your panties, tugging them aside with a practiced flick.
wet. soaked. swollen and slick and needy.
her thumb slips between your folds, dragging through the mess.
“you’re drippin’,” she says, voice like smoke. “and i haven’t even started.”
and she hasn’t. not really.
—
you’ve been on her lap for nearly twenty minutes now, hips grinding, legs shaking, mouth open and moaning every few seconds—but she keeps pulling you back. stopping when you get close. slapping your ass or dragging her thumb away right when your thighs clench up.
“sev—sev—i’m close, i’m—!”
“no you’re not.”
a firm grip on your hip. her voice lower now. teasing.
“not yet.”
you’ve come close so many times that your body feels like it’s buzzing, every nerve ending vibrating. your clit’s aching. your cunt’s clenching around nothing, so swollen it’s throbbing. her calloused fingers slide down and toy at your entrance. two thick digits sinking in slowly, lazily, not even curling yet.
“you’re gonna come from just my fingers?” she asks.
you nod, face buried in her neck. “y-yeah—fuck, yes—”
but she doesn’t speed up.
just keeps the pressure slow, cruel, constant. two fingers sliding in and out, dragging against your walls, thumb grazing your clit, but never fast enough to push you over.
and god, you feel it. that sharp build. tight in your gut, curling hard…until it starts to crest—
then she pulls her hand away.
your hips buck, a sob catching in your throat. you’re soaked. you know you’re making a mess on her jeans. your pussy’s twitching, fluttering, practically leaking down her thigh.
“fuck, you’re sensitive today,” she mutters, watching her fingers glisten as she licks them clean. “cute.”
“s-stop—s-stop teasing, please,” you whimper, legs trembling.
“why?” her voice drops, smug and lazy. “you’re fuckin’ squirming, baby. whining like you want me to ruin it.”
her fingers dip again.
two inside, this time curling just right.
your entire body jerks, and she stills, slow grin crawling across her face as your thighs spasm.
“…huh,” she mutters, eyes fixed between your legs. “what was that?”
you can’t even speak. you’re too close. twitching, moaning, your slick leaking down her hand, your cunt clenching so hard her fingers drag deeper on their own.
her thumb brushes just a bit higher,
and something breaks.
you choke on a sound. high, sudden, feral as your whole body jerks. a splash hits her thighs.
sevika freezes.
“…no fuckin’ way.”
her hand stays inside you as your body convulses. hips stuttering, cunt gushing around her fingers, wetness hitting the floor in little droplets.
she watches it all with eyes gone wild.
“holy shit, doll,” she laughs. stunned, low, hungry. “you just fucking—fuck—”
“didn’t know this little cunt could do all that,” she growls, dragging her palm over the mess, coating herself in it. “fucking filthy. look at this”
you try to lift your head, dizzy, drenched, soaked clear through your thighs and hers. and she’s just watching it, mesmerized.
“you ever do that before?” she asks, tilting her head.
you shake yours, weakly. still trembling. “n-no—never—”
her eyebrows rise, and that grin deepens.
“no shit?”
she repositions you so you’re lying on the couch on your back now, legs spread wide on either side of her broad shoulders. she reaches down, runs her fingers through the mess between your legs, slick and wet and dripping off her knuckles.
then she smacks it.
a wet slap right over your swollen, overstimmed pussy, just enough to make your back arch off the bed with a choked cry.
“fuck, that’s hot.”
you gasp, a mix between a sob and a moan, thighs trying to close. she stops them. presses her forearm down against one thigh, spreads you back open, forces you to stay exposed in the wet, sticky aftermath.
“don’t hide,” she murmurs, watching your cunt twitch like it’s hypnotizing. “don’t ever fuckin’ hide from me.”
her hand cups your mound, palm pressing flat, just enough pressure to make you jerk again. she feels the heat, the pulse, the way you clench like your body’s still trying to keep up.
“you squirtin’ for me now, huh?”
another smack—slap!
you cry out. twitch. the mess between your legs grows, warm and slick and leaking.
“look at this pussy, holy shit,” she groans, dragging her fingers over your folds. “gushin’ like a fountain and she don’t even know what hit her.”
“s-sev—i can’t—m’too sensitive—”
“no, you’re not,” she growls, gripping your thigh tight. “you just never had someone make you. but guess what?”
her mouth dips close—hot breath over your cunt.
“you’re gonna do that again,” she says, almost to herself. “fuck the plan. i want that again.”
a lick—slow, filthy, right over the mess.
you shudder. cry out. beg again.
she doesn’t care.
“i’m not stoppin’,” she mutters, tongue dragging back through your folds. “not ‘til you do it again.”
“w-wait—sev—!”
her lips wrap around your clit. she sucks, fingers working lower, two curling deep inside, right at that aching, perfect spot she found the first time.
you jolt, hips snapping, hands scrambling against the sheets. it’s too much, too fast, too—
“ngh—f-fuck—i’m gonna—!”
she pulls back for just a second, eyes glinting, mouth soaked.
“yeah, you are,” she purrs. “you’re gonna soak this whole fuckin’ bed for me.”
and then she dives back in.
sucks your clit, tongue relentless, fingers slamming that spot over and over until your legs start shaking, until your head throws back, until your throat opens and all you can do is scream.
your body snaps. hips kick. thighs spasm.
and then it happens.
warm, sudden, uncontrollable. you gush, pleasure crashing over you like a flood, slick spraying across her hand, her chest, the sheets, your own thighs.
and sevika moans like she’s the one cumming.
like it’s her favorite goddamn sight in the world.
“fuck yeah, baby—just like that. squirt all over me, let it out—good fucking girl—”
you collapse.
limp. shaking. twitching through the aftershocks.
and she’s laughing. low and breathless. hungry.
“told you i’d make it happen again.”
her hand’s still between your legs, rubbing circles, fingers lazy but firm, keeping you on the edge even as you try to escape.
“what?” she smirks. “you thought we were done?”
she leans down, tongue dragging a line from your soaked slit to your navel.
“nah, doll,” she growls. “i want one more.”
a kiss to your inner thigh.
“i wanna see how many times this sweet little cunt can squirt before you pass the fuck out.”
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