write something about Sevika and I'll tell you if I expected it or not 🙂↕️
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OH OH OH IM GOING UP THE WALLS I AM OH GODS!!!!! Uhhjhh i have not written anything for her b4 tbh, i think only random like... paragraphs, max... ANYWAYS UHHH THIS IS GUYS THIS IS NOT MUCH I AM CRAZYYYYYY
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Sevika was all rough around the edges, barking orders, scowling around, only smiling when it was that sharp, cocky smirk of hers. You saw her all the time, working at the last drop had it's perks, the best one was being able to gawk at the woman of your wet dreams every day.
Sure, she was your woman, ring and all, but you still had a crush on her. She was hot as fuck with that mean scowl on her face, so different from the calm, soft way she'd look at you when you two were alone. Rough hands all blood and grime where they'd be so gentle against your skin. The contrast had you dizzy, both from knowing she was so much more than her rough work persona, and from how fucking hot she looked when she was like that.
Which is how you found yourself bent over your couch as soon as she got home after you spent the whole day giving her the most desperate bedroom eyes you could manage. She had barely given you time before her cool metal hand pushed your head down by your hair and her rough fingers pumped into you, a growl leaving her lips.
"staring much, huh?" You whined, gods, it felt good "fuckin' soaked through all from watching me work..look at you, so desperate for Daddy huh?"
You try to say something, but her fingers leave your sopping cunt only to land a hard smack to it, any of your words dying on your throat as you trembled, eyes rolling back as you sob.
"oh c'mon, weren't you the one squirming all day? Think i didn't see how much of a needy slut you are?"
Her metal hand let go of your hair, only to move and wrap around your neck, pulling you back until you arched nice and pretty for her. Her flesh hand guiding her biggest strap to your entrance, no warning when she pushes in, laughing at your desperate squirming and sobs. You felt like your brain was melting, it was too much, too good, the stretch was deliciously painful and her metal hand was biting in your skin just enough and—
"you wanted this, princess. Now take it for Daddy, yeah?"
And she is so cocky about it too, holding your hip to keep you from fleeing the pleasure, hips snapping in mean, deep and rough thrusts that had your face heated from shame at how loud it sounded, each snap of her hips accompanied by the squelching of your weeping pussy.
It shouldn't have felt so good to have your loving, caring wife calling you her pathetic little whore as she fucked you so good you cried. But it was everything you wanted and more; your whole body shaking when she slapped your ass, a way too loud whine leaving your lips.
"gonna cum on daddy's cock, pretty girl? Are you that pathetic you'll make a mess all over it over being roughed up?"
You gasped, looking up to see that beautiful woman watching you with pupils blown wide, and with a few more thrusts and a perfectly timed squeeze of her hand on your neck, you were crying out, begging her for something you weren't even sure of, hands scratching at the metal of her arm, her name sobbed so sweetly you heard her groan against your shoulder.
"So pretty when you cry, baby"
