Youre mine--Stalker!Sev x reader
Warnings: dub con, strap on sex, stalker!sev, dom!sev, rough sex, oral(r!receiving), praise, degradation, reader is a stripper, markings(r! receiving), strap being called a dick, cock, porn with mini plot, mentions of murder, etc. lmk if i missed anything. MDNI.
⭑.ᐟ plutos piece : this is a darker one, please dont read it if you are not comfy. i'm on my period and am writing a new Sevika fanfic with almost the same premise so lets call this a trial run, yeah? As always any interaction is appreciated ! this could suck, idk, someone save me from evil cramps. Not proofread, pls its 11pm.
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Sevika had been so patient with you, so understanding of the idiocy you called a "job". That "job" that had losers throwing crumpled up bills at you and calling it payment for the movements that were supposed to belong to her and her alone.
Was she your girlfriend? No. Did you know of her feelings for you? Maybe. But none of that mattered now.
You had been idling in the back of the club, nursing a drink that matched the color of your outfit, swirling the thin black straw with the tip of your nail. Most, if not all, of the other dancers were ready to go home, pulling off the skin tight and revealing costumes in favor of something casual and less eye-catching.
"Time to go sweetheart." Your favorite bouncer--Ronnie--fussed, his strong arms pulling you off the bar stool. You werent drunk, just depressed. As most things in the club go, a customer was a bit too handsy; pulling your costume to the side revealing places he shouldnt have, begging for things you werent going to ever give him.
The bouncers were quick to put him back in his place, but his scent still remained for most of the night. A sad mixture of alcohol, already smoked cigarettes and that stale smell of overworked body. You wanted to throw up from simply remembering it.
You thought you would be able to handle it yourself, tell him off maybe, instead you stood there shocked. There was a crack in your armor, and it was going to haunt you until you repaired it.
"Need me to walk you home?" Ronnie, always the gentleman walked you out of the club, one arm slung lazily around your shoulder in quiet comfort. "Nah, Im good. Night Ronron." You waved him a sweet goodbye as you started the walk home, dance bag slung over your shoulder and your headphones placed lazily in your ear.
It was the dead of night, no one on the streets, just you and the low buzz of the street lamps--and that person who loves to follow you. You were well aware of Sevika, its not like she ever shrunk herself, no she enjoyed this game you played.
You hear the deep hum of her old pickup following you, the deep red color fading into a rusty brown. She did this often, followed you home after you left the club, not close enough that it would be obvious to anyone but you.
You never truly cared, she was far from harmless but at least she was protective in a way that made you feel some fucked up sense of peace. "You need a ride gorgeous?" Her voice sounded raspy from all those cigarettes she loved to smoke, and yet it dripped sweet like honey. The truck pulled to a stop next to you, her head leaning out slightly.
"Oh, my stalker speaks." You stop and smile up at her, silently debating whether or not to hop into the strangers car. "I do a lot more than that darling." She pops the car door open, hopping out to grab your bag, tossing into the bed of the trunk.
You never agreed to go on this long drive past your apartment with Sevika, though you didnt protest. You needed something--someone--to take your mind off the strange man from the club.
So here you were making out with Sev on the side of some dirt road with only a singular street lamp illuminating the sinful act she wanted to commit. You follow her to the bed of her truck, her arms wrap under you placing you down bridal style into the metal backing.
Once she crawls in you pounce on her, sitting yourself hastily on her lap before devouring her lips as if they were your own. All you wanted was a simple kiss, to feel human again, to feel in control of something.
When the kiss grows hungrier and she starts pulling at your sweatpants, and her rough tongue slides clumsily against your teeth you try to pull away, yet her strong arms keep you stuck. "Hey--" It comes out in choked gasps as she finds her way to your neck, sucking reddish-purple marks into your skin. "Shut up."
Your heartbeat rises, hands gripping her broad shoulders. "You looked so pretty tonight, couldnt wait to have you." She moans into your neck large hand gripping your breast so tightly you let yourself squeal.
Her hands flick at your nipples, both of her calloused hands cupping the flesh of your tits, working them over like balls of dough. You're trying hard not to let her know how much you're enjoying the feeling, covering your mouth with the back of your hand like she hasnt watched you play with your pussy before this.
It wasnt like she was your first stalker, the hottest sure, but definitely not the first. She was just bolder about everything she did, when she watched you she made sure her presence was known; a bouquet of flowers with a note tucked into them, a new pair of pleasers when yours started to look a little worse for wear, following you home late at night like a threat to anyone who dared try to touch you.
You knew Sevika and she knew you.
In an instant youre on your back, her hands drag off the cotton material of your sweatpants, tossing them over the side of the truck. The cold metal of the trunks bed is the only thing keeping you grounded. Your black tank top is pulled down messily as your boobs spill out of it, your zip up hoodie still clinging to your arms and now your ass is bare touching the unforgiving steel.
The cool night air hits your drooling cunt and she groans at the sight of your bare hole clenching around nothing. "Wheres your pretty panties bunny?" She says it so sweet, like she isnt your stalker and she isnt currently living out her grossest fantasy on your body.
"Y-you took them." Your hands clap themselves over your eyes, embarrassment running across your cheeks. "Just wanted to hear you say it." She moans as her head ducks to lap at your clit. She sucks at your clit wildly like shes never tasted anything as sweet as you before, letting globs of her spit mix with your juices swirling her tongue in the mixture before using it as lube to dart her tongue into your hole.
The sensation is sending hot waves of pleasure through your body and you try to close your legs, hide yourself from the disgraceful act that youre apart of. Her hands catch your thighs before they could fully close around her head, her head not even coming up to suck air into her lungs.
She's devouring you like second nature, like shes a starving man and youre the first morsel of food to touch her tongue in decades. You roll your hips to give yourself some relief from her assault on your bundle of nerves, her teeth sliding over it and catching slightly.
Just as youre about to come undone she moves, popping off your swollen num with a shameful pop. Shes kneeling in front of you as you sit up on your forearms, staring at her with those pleading deer eyes for her to take you home, to stop this.
But is that really what you want?
You hear the tell-tale sound of a zipper opening and watch as the skin colored strap slips from inside of it, thick and veiny, a ridiculous size youre sure will be too much for you. "No-that thing is t-to big." Your eyes blown wide, lip caught between your two rows of teeth.
"You can take it bunny, I'll make sure of it." You dont know what you were expecting, maybe for her to slowly put it in you like you were some kind of virgin, instead shes bullying the tip of the silicone dick inside of your tight entrance.
You hiss at the pain, "Fuck--slow down." you huff at her, pouting as she grips your hips harder. Her hand dips into your mouth, sliding her fingers along your tongue as they push a little too far back, you gag on her fingers. Her hand tastes of your pussy juices and the leather of her steering wheel, not offensive, just interesting.
She rubs your spit over the entirety of her strap, coating it until the silicone is shiny and slightly dripping.
The night air is alive with the sounds of nature wrapping around your sweet whimpers and moans as Sevika drills the rest of her length inside you, pushing in slowly until she reaches the base of the thick strap. Shes such an asshole.
She doesnt give you any time to adjust, too impatient, too excited. She snaps her hips as her hands grip your waist matching her harsh thrusts. The dick is filling you up, keeping you stuffed as a reminder of her perverted love.
Your hands are shooting wildly for something to hold onto as she keeps going, keeps her brutal pace nice and rough, just for you. "It was so hard not to fucking kill that asshole tonight." She speeds up as if taking her anger at him out on you, "Shouldve slit his fucking throat for touching you baby, you would like that wouldnt you?" She's slumping forward on top of you, rutting quickly as the head of her cock kisses your cervix.
You let a mewl that tries to be "Nuh-No." but fails miserably as it falls from your lips. The feeling is too much, your eyes rolling to the back of your head against your will.
"He touched you, he touched whats mine." Shes saying this more so to herself, sweat matting her hair against her forehead. "So--so close." The words fall lazily out of your kiss-plump lips, drool sliding out with them. She fucks you so good, and the thought of your stalker ruining you in some far off place is doing wonders for your cunt.
"You're mine, fuck, all mine." You clench and she hisses, the suction of the action creating the right amount of friction. She cant cum here, she has to wait, she refuses to lose it all now.
But you look so cute under her, face tear stained and your once beautiful makeup now a streaky mess, youre shivering at every snap of her hips, every thrust making your body jerk wildly. She's certain that if she wasnt holding you in place you would arch until your spine snapped.
Shes looking at you with little hearts in her eyes, like this is what shes been waiting for, and it is. "Wish I could get you pregnant, keep you outta that shit hole forever." Shes thrusting into you so hard your vision is going white and you swear you can hear wedding bells. "Gonna cum, cant take it."
Her hand lets go of your waist, leaving behind the evidence of it being there in the form of a multiple crescent shaped nail marks. "Cum for me bunny." She moans as her two fingers swipe rapidly at your abused clit.
The sensation ruins you, cum coating the length of her cock, the base taking the grunt of the mess. Still, as your heart flutters and your cunt copies, while your chest rises and falls, she fucks you through it, slow and rough as she pulls the rest of your orgasm out of your body.
As the aftershocks subside and your back to breathing normally--her strap still lovingly nestled inside of you--she looks down on you and smiles. It's a smile that says shes not not done with you yet, but you dont care. Youre sleepy and your devotee seems to be enjoying herself, somehow she had time to fish her phone from out of her pocket, snapping pornographic pictures of your spent form, stuffed with her cock.
After shes taken about a 100 different pictures of you, she pulls out quickly the feeling of cunt going from full to empty pulls a small cry from you. Sev's back in the front of her truck, driving slow down the dirt road. "Where the fuck--?" Youre too tired to sit up, so you take to looking at the starry sky as the car rocks and shakes.
It lasts all of 5 minutes before she parks, opens the trunk and pulls you out bridal style. You rest your head against her shoulder, your rate slow and no anxiety biting at you. You feel at little more at ease, a little at peace as you watch her walk you to the house. "Is this your house?" You ask and she smiles down at you, "No, its our new home."
You smile back at her wide and grateful. No ones ever bought you a house before.