KINKTOBER DAY ONE: miss possessive .ᐟ
➳ in which sevika makes sure you remember who you belong to.
INFO: dom!sevika, sub!reader, squirting, fingering, dirty talk, possessiveness, overstimulation, slight cnc if you squint.
sevika’s possessive, that you know firsthand. she’s the type to always want to have a hand on you, to want everyone to know who you belong to whether she’s around or not. she doesn’t shy away from it or attempt to stifle it; rather, she makes it everyone’s problem.
it’s why you shouldn’t be surprised when she drags you upstairs in the middle of the party, her jaw set and expression hard as her metal arm finds its way to the small of your back, guiding you down the hallway as she searches for a room. sevika doesn’t even bother to knock, barging in and kicking out the unsuspecting couple making out on the bed. “get the fuck out,” she nearly barks, and they scramble for what little clothes they’d begun to shed before running out. sevika locks the door behind you two before running her hands through her hair and training her hardened gaze on you.
“what the fuck was all that?” she snarls, eyes narrowing in your direction. confusion is written all over your features — you’d merely been having a casual conversation with this girl you met while grabbing a drink. she’d complimented your outfit, you her hair, and the next thing you knew you were exchanging instagrams, but it wasn’t flirtatious . . . right?
“what was what?” your brows knit in confusion as you stare dumbfounded at her, head cocked to the side. you can’t imagine why she’s acting this way — you were only being nice and making a friend. it’s not like you were truly flirting with someone . . . unless she thinks otherwise.
“she was all fucking over you,” a huff as she stalks toward you, backing you up against the wall until there’s barely a breath of space between you. “she fucking wanted you, i don’t know how you can’t see it.”
you shake your head, brows furrowing as you stare earnestly into sevika’s eyes. “vika, i —.”
“i don’t wanna fucking hear it,” she growls as she grabs the both of your hands in her metal one before attacking the hell out of your neck, nipping and biting and surely leaving a shit ton of marks behind in her wake. you can’t help but gasp at her surprising roughness, your eyes fluttering closed as you moan softly.
“vika we can’t — there’s so many people outside,” you plead, but the way she scoffs against your neck makes it clear your plea is falling on deaf ears.
“you think i give a fuck? maybe she’ll hear and know who the fuck you belong to.” you gasp at her admission, attempting to wriggle out of her grip. sevika chuckles dryly, her free hand pinning your hip against the wall. “the fuck do you think you’re going?” she murmurs, cocking her head to the side as she leans back to meet your eyes. “you earned this.” her hand trails from your hip down the front of your skirt, fingers brushing against your clit in tender contrast to the way she’s looking so intensely at you, so hungrily. your gaze drifts to the ceiling before your eyes flutter closed, a hum of contentment escaping your lips as her fingertips rub circles over your clit, momentarily dipping into the wetness pooling between your legs before returning her attention to your sensitive bud once more. your hands lift to her shoulders, holding her close as you begin to moan her name, but then —— suddenly, there’s nothing, and your brows furrow at the loss of her touch as she withdraws her hand.
“what are you —,” you begin, and are cut off by the way she grabs hold of your hips and tosses you onto the bed. she’s silent as she lifts your skirt, pulls your panties to the side, and licks a fat stripe up your cunt to your clit, your slick creating a string between her mouth and your pussy. you can’t help the loud gasp that escapes your lips at the surprising contact, your head falling back against the bed as you gather the sheets in your fists. “fuck — sevika!” you protest, sitting up on your elbows to see her staring daggers at you before she begins lapping at your cunt like a starved animal. she takes your clit into her mouth and sucks hard, leaving you writhing from the overstimulation she’s so blatantly and so carelessly putting you through. your hands fly out to push at her head but she’s just too fucking strong.
“move your fucking hands,” she growls, the vibrations sending shockwaves down your thighs as you moan once more. and of course you obey — you know that if you don’t, she’ll just make whatever punishment she’s cooking up for you so much fucking worse. her mouth returns to your pussy, her tongue circling around your clit as she slips one, two, three fucking fingers into your soaked cunt at the same fucking time.
“sevika oh my fucking god —,” you begin rambling, your back arching as you attempt to escape her clutches. but she’s just tugging you back by your hips, securing her grip around your thighs. and before you know it, you’re cumming on her tongue, legs shaking and hands flying to grab at anything, anything to ground you as she pulls away.
“you sound so pretty moaning my name baby,” she murmurs, trailing kisses down your thighs as you catch your breath. “but i think you’d sound even better screaming it.” and suddenly she’s nibbling at your clit again, her fingers bullying their way into your squelching cunt, your cream coating her fingers and dripping onto the sheets beneath you as you let out a loud gasp.
“vika, please . . .” you beg, and yet she does not. fucking. stop. your pleas only seem to egg her on and she begins sucking harder, fucking you dumb on her fingers faster and faster and fucking faster. you feel the fat tears slipping down your cheeks before you recognize them, your panting turning into choked sobs as you writhe and attempt to break her hold, but she has you locked fucking down.
“you wanna give what’s mine away?” she murmurs against your pussy, her slurps mixed with your moans and cries nearly overpowering the music playing from the other room. “huh? fucking answer me.” you yelp as she slaps your cunt, and can’t fucking help the stream of liquid that coats the sheets beneath you as her hand falls away. she chuckles at your shocked and embarrassed face, grabbing your hands before you can cover your face with them. “hey, nah, none of that shit — fucking look at me.” a command, not a request, and of course you obey, lifting your head to meet her eyes. “you see the way your body responds to me? the way i’m the only one who can make you squirt like that? the way the only word that can come out of your fucking mouth when you’re like this is my fucking name? remember that next time some fucker wants to flirt with you.” you huff in response, and your daring certainly does not go unnoticed — she nips at your clit and you yelp immediately, slick dribbling down your thighs all the while.
“fuck — i’m sorry, vika,” you murmur quietly, your eyes focused on the ceiling.
“mm,” she hums as she kisses your clit, her lips trailing kisses down your thighs before she rises to kiss your lips, her thumb gently caressing your cheek. “it’s all good, baby. if you forget again, i’ll just have to remind you.” and you can’t help but chuckle at the smirk that adorns her features.
and as you walk down the stairs to return to the party, you watch as your potential friend’s eyes immediately drift to the hickeys littering your neck and sevika’s arm possessively wrapped around your waist before she frowns and turns away. fuck, maybe sevika was right.
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