sevika wife (real)

Yet you're taking your time. Maintaining eye contact with her as you slowly apply lipstick, letting the red settle on your all nice and pretty.

Sevika groaned, already adjusting her sitting position so the fabric of her boxers don't press against her wetness. The sight of her doing that made a little smile pull at your lips.

"You're cute." You giggled.

"No, you're fuckin' evil." Sevika replied.

You walked over to her, letting your hips sway to each side as you did. You didn't hesitate. Not even for a second when you sat down on her lap, claiming your spot. "Mmm, comfy."

"Comfy," Sevika repeated, scoffing—trying to act like heat wasn't crawling up her neck at the feeling of your soft plump ass pressing against her.

You pouted, "come on, baby," you ground down, "show me some reaction. Or am I not hot enough anymore?"

You deliberately kissed her nice and slow on the neck, leaving a perfect lipstick print mark there. If Sevika wasn't blushing, she definitely was now. So red that she could put any tomato to shame.

he’s got two fingers inside you, curling against that spot that makes your legs shake, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. "you’re so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and filthy. "you been thinkin’ about me? touchin’ yourself at night, wishin’ it was me?" 

you’re panting, your hips rolling against his hand despite yourself. "shut up," you gasp. 

he laughs, low and rough. "that’s not a no."

exbf!toji who refuses to leave after he’s done with you, sprawling across your bed like he still belongs there. 

you’re lying beside him, your body still humming, your mind already regretting everything. "you should go," you say, but there’s no conviction in it. 

he rolls onto his side, propping his head on his hand, his dark eyes watching you. "nah. i’m comfortable." 

"toji—" 

"c’monnn, baby. just let me stay the night. i’ll be gone in the morning. i promise." you know he’s lying. 

you know he’ll still be there when you wake up, and you’ll hate yourself for it. but when he pulls you against his chest, his arm heavy around your waist, you don’t push him away.

exbf!toji who gets jealous when he sees you talking to someone else, even though he has no right. 

you’re at a bar, nursing a drink, when a guy approaches you—tall, clean-cut, smiling. you’re laughing at something he says when you feel a presence behind you, a hand on your lower back.

"hey, baby," toji says, his voice deceptively casual. "who’s this?" the guy looks between you two, sensing the tension. 

"i was just leaving," he mutters, backing off. you turn to toji, furious. 

"you don’t get to do that, asshole! we’re not together anymore." 

he leans in, his mouth brushing your ear. "yeah? then why you still lettin’ me fuck you into your mattress every other day?"

exbf!toji who has a filthy mouth and knows exactly how to use it.

he’s got you on your back, your legs over his shoulders, his cock buried so deep you can barely breathe. "look at you," he groans, his eyes raking over your body. "so fuckin’ pretty when you’re takin’ my cock. you love this, don’t you? you love lettin’ me fuck you stupid."

you’re moaning, your hands fisting the sheets, and you can’t even deny it. "toji—fuckk!—" 

"say it," he demands, his thrusts getting harder. "tell me you love it." 

"i l-love it," you sob. "i love it, tojiii! please—"

exbf!toji who leaves bruises on your hips and bite marks on your neck, and you hate how much you like seeing them in the mirror the next day. 

you’re standing in your bathroom, your fingers tracing the purple marks on your skin, when he appears behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. "sorry ‘bout that, sweetheart. i'll be gentler next time." he says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all. 

"no, you won't," you mutter. he grins, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

"yeah. you're right."

exbf!toji who always comes back, no matter how many times you swear you’re done with him. 

it’s been three months since you last saw him, and you’re finally starting to feel okay again. then your phone buzzes. 

DO NOT ANSWER. [2:03 AM] : u up?

you stare at the message, your heart pounding. you should probably ignore it. you should definitely block him. but your fingers are already typing. 

You [2:07 AM] : the door’s unlocked. and you hate yourself for it, but when he shows up twenty minutes later, smelling like cigarettes and that damn cologne, you let him in. you'll always let him in.

exbf!toji who makes you cum so hard you forget your own name, and then has the audacity to ask if you want to get breakfast in the morning. 

you’re lying in bed, your body wrecked, your mind fuzzy, when he rolls over and looks at you. "you hungry? there’s that diner down the street. the one with the good pancakes." 

you laugh, despite yourself. "toji, you don’t even have the money for pancakes." 

he shrugs, pulling you closer. "i was hoping it'd be your treat." 

you know you should kick him out and finally end this cycle. but his arm is warm around you, and his heartbeat is steady under your ear, and for now, you just let yourself have this quiet moment

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babygirl : @sadisticslut666

You tried distracting yourself at first. You scrolled mindlessly through your phone for nearly twenty minutes while laying across her mattress, legs kicking lazily behind you while your mind wandered in dangerous directions.

Every little thing kept dragging your thoughts back to Sevika somehow, from the deep imprint she’d left in the mattress to the memory of her rough laugh earlier that evening while her hand rested heavy against your lower back.

You kept thinking about her hands especially, the contrast between rough flesh and cold metal constantly replaying in your head until your thighs started pressing together unconsciously.

By the time you finally tossed your phone aside with a frustrated sigh, your body already felt warm and restless in a way that made it impossible to ignore yourself any longer.

It started innocently enough. Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts almost absentmindedly while you stared up at the ceiling trying not to think too hard about what you were doing. Your fingertips brushed lightly over your clothed pussy first, slow tentative touches that sent tiny sparks of heat through your stomach immediately.

A shaky breath left your mouth the second you felt how damp your panties already were, embarrassment mixing instantly with arousal hard enough to make your face burn. You closed your eyes tightly for a second because realizing how wet you’d gotten from nothing but thoughts of Sevika felt humiliating in the hottest possible way.

“Fuck,” you whispered quietly to yourself while your hips shifted against the mattress. Even your own voice sounded breathless already, softer than usual in the dark silence of Sevika’s bedroom. Your fingers rubbed slowly over your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, teasing just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble slightly around your hand.

Every little movement dragged more slick between your folds until the fabric felt soaked against your skin, sticking uncomfortably every time your hips rolled upward searching for friction. The shame of it only made you wetter because somewhere deep down you knew Sevika would probably love seeing you like this.

You finally pushed your shorts and panties down your thighs with trembling fingers after another few desperate minutes of teasing yourself through the fabric. Cool air brushed against your soaked pussy immediately, making you gasp softly while your legs spread wider across Sevika’s sheets without thinking about it.

Slick glistened visibly between your thighs already, wetness clinging to your folds and smearing against your fingertips the second you touched yourself properly.

Your clit ached embarrassingly hard beneath your fingers from how worked up you already were, swollen and sensitive after spending nearly an hour torturing yourself with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t have been having about your friend.

The sight alone nearly made your stomach twist because you looked absolutely ruined already and Sevika hadn’t even touched you.

And god, the thoughts themselves were filthy. You kept imagining Sevika catching you exactly like this, spread open on her bed with your fingers buried between your thighs while her name sat heavy on your tongue.

You imagined the slow way her eyes would drag over your body first, taking in every detail before she said something cruelly amused in that rough low voice of hers. You imagined her grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head while she looked down at your dripping pussy like she’d finally figured you out completely.

Worst of all, you imagined the way Sevika would touch you afterward, rough hands spreading your thighs apart while she mocked how desperate you’d gotten for her.

The fantasy alone made your pussy clench hard around nothing. A broken moan slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it while your fingers slid lower through slick folds, gathering wetness before circling back up toward your clit again. Wet sounds filled the room softly every time your fingers moved against yourself, embarrassingly loud in the otherwise silent apartment.

Your hips rocked upward automatically into your own touch, chasing friction desperately while your free hand tangled into Sevika’s sheets beside your head. Everything felt too hot suddenly, your skin flushed and sticky while arousal curled tighter and tighter low in your stomach.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Sevika’s mouth either. You imagined her broad shoulders settling between your thighs while her metal hand forced your legs wider apart against the mattress. You imagined the rough scrape of her stubble against your inner thighs while she kissed higher and higher until she finally reached your soaked pussy.

You imagined her groaning against you after the first taste, dark eyes flicking upward toward your face while her tongue dragged slowly through your folds. The mental image hit so hard your fingers stuttered against your clit while a needy little whine escaped your throat embarrassingly loud.

“Sevika…” Her name fell from your lips like a confession more than anything else. Your voice sounded wrecked already, breathless and soft while your thighs shook harder around your hand. The sound of her name filling her bedroom only made everything worse because it suddenly felt too real, too intimate, too obvious what you wanted from her.

Your fingers sped up instinctively afterward, rubbing messy circles over your swollen clit while slick coated your hand and the inside of your thighs completely. You were close already, dangerously close, and the realization made panic and excitement twist together painfully in your chest.

You didn’t hear the apartment door unlock over the sound of your own breathing. You didn’t hear Sevika’s heavy boots crossing the apartment floor while you writhed across her sheets completely lost in yourself. You didn’t hear the bedroom door creak open slowly because another moan had just left your mouth while your hips bucked harder into your hand. The only thing you noticed was the sudden rough voice cutting clean through the room like a knife. “Don’t stop.”

Every muscle in your body locked instantly. Your hand froze between your thighs while your eyes snapped toward the doorway so fast it almost hurt. Sevika stood there with one shoulder leaned casually against the frame, massive body taking up most of the space while her sharp eyes stayed locked directly between your spread legs.

Rain still dampened parts of her shirt and dark hair from outside, making her somehow look even rougher than usual beneath the dim apartment lighting. The expression on her face wasn’t anger like you expected either, which honestly might’ve been worse because she looked far too interested.

Heat flooded your entire body so violently it almost made you dizzy. You scrambled upright immediately, trying desperately to yank your shorts back over your thighs while your pulse slammed wildly against your ribs hard enough to hurt. “Shit— Sevika, I didn’t hear you come back,” you blurted out quickly, voice thin with panic and embarrassment.

Your pussy throbbed painfully from the sudden adrenaline rush, slick still coating your fingers while Sevika watched every frantic movement you made without looking away once. The silence stretched just long enough to make humiliation creep higher and higher up your throat.

Then Sevika clicked her tongue softly. “Nah,” she said lowly while pushing herself off the doorway. The single word came out calm and rough enough to send another pulse of heat straight between your legs despite everything. Her eyes dropped slowly down your body again, lingering shamelessly on the wetness between your thighs before flicking back toward your face. “Don’t cover up now,” she added quietly, voice almost amused in a way that made your stomach twist harder.

Your hands stopped moving completely after that. They just hovered uselessly near the waistband of your shorts while Sevika stepped fully into the room and shut the bedroom door behind her with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than anything else had all night.

The noise sent a fresh wave of panic curling through your chest because the closed door suddenly made everything feel impossibly intimate, impossibly real.

Sevika stayed near the foot of the bed for a moment without speaking, broad shoulders relaxed while her eyes kept dragging slowly over your body like she was taking her time memorizing every detail. You felt exposed beneath that stare in a way that made your pussy ache harder instead of less, which honestly only humiliated you further.

“You were thinking about me,” Sevika said eventually, her voice low and rough enough to make your thighs twitch again. It wasn’t phrased like a question because she already knew the answer from the look on your face alone.

Your mouth opened slightly like you wanted to deny it, but nothing actually came out because there was no believable lie left anymore. Not when your fingers were still wet. Not when your legs were still spread across her sheets.

Not when she’d very obviously heard her own name falling from your mouth before she walked in. Sevika noticed the way your face burned hotter immediately, and the corner of her mouth twitched upward in something dangerously close to a smirk.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly after a few painful seconds of silence, even though the apology sounded weak and breathless the second it left your mouth.

Your fingers tightened slightly in the sheets beneath you while you avoided looking directly at her, too embarrassed to handle the intensity in Sevika’s eyes right now. “I know I shouldn’t’ve—” you started again, but Sevika cut you off before you could finish the sentence properly.

“Shouldn’t’ve been spread open on my bed touching your pussy while thinking about me?” she asked casually, each filthy word landing directly in your stomach like a physical weight.

The bluntness of it stole the air from your lungs instantly because hearing Sevika say it out loud somehow made everything ten times dirtier.

A shaky breath slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. Your pussy clenched visibly around nothing again at the sound of Sevika’s voice turning rough around words like pussy and spread open, which only made embarrassment burn hotter beneath your skin.

Sevika noticed immediately too because her eyes flicked downward between your thighs with sharp focus before dragging slowly back up toward your face again. “Fuck,” she murmured under her breath while watching you squirm against the mattress.

The sound wasn’t mocking this time either, which honestly made your heartbeat speed up even harder. There was actual hunger in her voice now, low and restrained and dangerous enough to make your stomach flip violently.

Sevika moved closer to the bed again after another long second of silence stretched between you both. Her heavy boots thudded softly against the floor while your pulse pounded harder with every step she took toward you.

The mattress dipped slightly beneath one of her knees when she leaned onto the bed, metal arm braced beside your thigh while she looked down at you from painfully close range now.

The size difference suddenly felt unfair in a way that made your entire body flush hotter beneath her stare, especially with Sevika towering over you while you sat there flushed and wet and half naked in her sheets.

“Look at you,” she said quietly, voice roughening further while her eyes dragged between your trembling thighs again. “Got yourself this worked up all on your own.”

You swallowed hard enough for Sevika to notice. Her gaze flicked toward your throat briefly before settling back onto your face again, dark eyes steady enough to make your skin feel hot everywhere they landed. “Sevika…” you started weakly, though you weren’t even fully sure what you were trying to say anymore.

Maybe you wanted her to stop. Maybe you wanted her closer. Maybe you wanted both badly enough to make your head spin because this entire situation felt completely out of control already.

Sevika must’ve seen some part of that panic on your face because her expression softened slightly around the edges, though it still didn’t make her look any less dangerous.

“You want me to leave?” she asked finally, and the question hit you harder than expected. Her voice stayed low and calm while she said it, but there was something restrained underneath the words that made your stomach tighten painfully.

Sevika’s hand flexed once against the mattress beside your thigh while she waited for your answer, metal fingers curling slightly into the sheets near your hip. The silence stretched too long because the truth sat heavy at the back of your throat immediately.

You didn’t want her to leave at all, and Sevika seemed to realize that from the way your thighs pressed together instinctively instead of pulling away from her.

“No,” you admitted softly after another second passed, your voice embarrassingly quiet beneath the pounding of your heartbeat.

The confession seemed to affect Sevika instantly because her jaw tightened slightly while her eyes darkened in a way that made heat flood straight between your legs again. “No?” she repeated slowly, like she wanted to hear you say it twice just to make sure.

You shook your head carefully against the pillows while your fingers twisted tighter in the sheets beneath you, completely unable to look away from her now.

Sevika stared at you for another long moment afterward before exhaling quietly through her nose, like she was trying very hard to hold herself back from something.

“Then keep going,” she said finally.

Your breath caught sharply in your throat the second the words left her mouth. You just stared at her for a moment because surely you’d heard her wrong somehow, but Sevika’s expression never changed.

She stayed leaned over you with one knee pressed into the mattress beside your thigh while her eyes flicked deliberately toward your hand still hovering uselessly near your stomach.

“You heard me,” she added quietly when you still didn’t move. Her voice dropped lower afterward, rough enough to send another pulse of heat straight through your body. “Touch your pussy again.”

A needy little sound escaped your throat before you could stop it. The command alone made your clit throb painfully hard between your legs while slick continued dripping slowly onto Sevika’s sheets beneath you.

Your fingers hesitated for another second anyway because this felt insane now, completely insane, but Sevika just kept watching you with those heavy dark eyes that made thinking impossible.

“C’mon,” she murmured softly, almost coaxing now despite how rough her voice still sounded. “You were doing such a pretty job before I interrupted you.”

Your entire body burned at the praise. The warmth in Sevika’s tone mixed horribly with the humiliation already curling through your chest until your thighs trembled visibly beneath her stare again.

Sevika noticed instantly, gaze dropping between your legs while a slow smirk finally pulled properly across her mouth this time. “There it is,” she muttered darkly, clearly enjoying every second of watching your body react to her.

The sight of her looking at you like that nearly made your brain short circuit completely because Sevika had never looked at you this openly before. Never let you see hunger written this clearly across her face.

Slowly, almost nervously, your hand slid back down between your thighs. Your fingertips brushed lightly through your soaked folds first, gathering slick that coated your fingers immediately before circling back toward your clit again.

A soft moan escaped your mouth the second you touched yourself properly because you were still embarrassingly sensitive from before Sevika interrupted you.

Your hips jerked upward instinctively into your own hand while wet sounds filled the room again almost immediately. Sevika’s eyes stayed locked on the movement between your thighs so intensely it nearly made your entire body shake.

“Fuck,” Sevika breathed quietly under her breath while watching your fingers rub slow circles over your swollen clit. The word sounded strained now, lower and rougher than before in a way that made your stomach tighten hard.

You could physically feel how focused she was on your body, on the slick coating your fingers, on the way your pussy clenched every time you moaned softly.

“Look how wet you are,” she murmured after another second passed, voice almost disbelieving despite the obvious arousal thickening it now.

The filthy observation made your face burn all over again because your pussy actually pulsed harder at hearing Sevika describe you like that out loud.

Your hand shook slightly between your thighs after that. Every slow circle over your clit felt almost too intense now with Sevika watching from so close beside you, her entire focus locked directly onto the slick movements of your fingers. The room had gone unbearably warm somewhere during all of this, heat sticking to your skin while your breathing turned thinner and more uneven with every passing second.

Wet sounds filled the silence steadily each time your fingers dragged through your folds before rubbing back over your swollen clit again, embarrassingly loud against the quiet hum of the apartment outside. Sevika watched every single movement like she couldn’t look away even if she tried, dark eyes fixed between your thighs with an intensity that made your stomach twist painfully.

“Shit,” Sevika muttered quietly again, almost to herself this time. Her flesh hand slid slowly across the mattress beside your hip while she leaned a little closer over you, broad shoulders boxing you further into the bed beneath her weight.

The movement filled your senses instantly because now you could smell cigarette smoke and leather and Sevika herself so much stronger than before.

Your pussy clenched hard around nothing from the closeness alone while your hips rocked helplessly upward into your own touch again. Sevika’s gaze flicked upward briefly toward your face when you whimpered softly, and the look in her eyes nearly made your entire body shake.

“You always this sensitive?” she asked lowly after another moment passed. Her voice sounded rough enough to scrape against your skin while her eyes dropped immediately back down to where your fingers kept rubbing desperate little circles over your clit.

You couldn’t answer properly because your thoughts felt sluggish and overheated now, tangled completely in the humiliation and arousal twisting together inside your chest.

Another shaky moan escaped your mouth instead, softer this time, almost needy in a way that made Sevika’s jaw tighten visibly. “Yeah,” she murmured after hearing it. “Thought so.”

Your free hand tightened harder in the sheets beside you while your thighs spread wider unconsciously beneath her stare. Slick coated the inside of your legs completely now, glistening against your skin every time the dim apartment light caught it just right.

You could physically feel how soaked your pussy had become, every movement of your fingers slipping wetly through your folds before circling back toward your clit again.

The shame of it made your face burn hotter because Sevika could obviously see all of it too. She could see exactly what she was doing to you without even touching you yet.

“Look at this mess,” Sevika said quietly, and your stomach twisted violently at the sound of genuine fascination in her voice. Her metal hand moved slowly then, cold fingers brushing lightly against the inside of your thigh while she watched your entire body jolt at the contact.

The temperature difference sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through your stomach immediately, your hips twitching against the mattress while a breathless sound escaped your throat.

Sevika noticed every reaction instantly because her eyes narrowed slightly while her metal fingertips dragged higher along your damp skin. “Can barely keep your legs still,” she added roughly while your thighs trembled around her hand.

“Sevika…” Her name left your mouth softer this time, almost pleading without you meaning it to sound that way. Your fingers stuttered briefly against your clit while Sevika’s hand continued sliding slowly upward along your inner thigh, stopping dangerously close to where you needed her most.

The restraint in the movement nearly hurt because she wasn’t actually touching your pussy yet, just hovering close enough to make your entire body ache in anticipation.

You could feel cool metal near your soaked folds now, close enough that every tiny shift of your hips brushed you nearer to her fingers. Sevika’s gaze lifted toward your face again when you squirmed helplessly beneath her.

“What?” she asked quietly, though her expression said she already knew exactly what you wanted. Her voice had softened slightly beneath the roughness now, lower and more intimate in a way that made your pulse pound even harder against your ribs. You opened your mouth to answer before immediately closing it again because saying the words out loud suddenly felt impossible.

Admitting how badly you wanted Sevika to touch you felt terrifying after spending so long pretending these feelings didn’t exist. Sevika watched the conflict flicker across your face for another long second before exhaling softly through her nose.

“You gonna ask me for it?” she murmured.

The question hit you hard enough to make your pussy clench visibly again. Your hips rolled upward instinctively searching for more friction while your fingers rubbed faster over your clit without thinking about it.

Sevika’s eyes dropped immediately to the movement between your thighs, her expression darkening further at the sight of your slick fingers moving desperately against yourself now.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath while watching you unravel beneath her. The sound alone nearly made your head spin because Sevika looked genuinely affected now, like holding herself back was becoming difficult.

Your breathing grew shakier by the second. Every rub against your clit sent little pulses of pleasure shooting through your stomach now, building tighter and tighter until your thighs wouldn’t stop trembling around your hand anymore.

You were already close again embarrassingly fast, especially with Sevika staring at your pussy like she wanted to bury herself between your legs immediately.

The pressure building low in your stomach felt almost painful now, hot and heavy and impossible to ignore while your hips rocked faster against your own fingers. Sevika noticed instantly because her eyes sharpened while she watched your body start losing rhythm.

“There you go,” she murmured softly. “Getting close already, huh?”

The praise made your entire body jerk slightly against the mattress. A needy sound escaped your mouth before you could stop it while your fingers slipped through slick even faster now, wet noises filling the room steadily beneath your uneven breathing.

Sevika’s metal hand finally moved higher again after another second passed, fingertips brushing lightly through the slick coating the inside of your thigh before stopping right beside your pussy.

The touch wasn’t direct enough. Not nearly enough. But somehow that made it worse because you could feel exactly how close she was to finally touching you properly.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” Sevika said suddenly.

Your fingers faltered briefly in surprise while your eyes snapped toward her face again. Sevika stayed completely calm beside you despite the hunger obvious in her expression now, dark gaze moving slowly between your face and the mess between your thighs while she waited. “Sevika…” you breathed weakly, immediately embarrassed by the idea of saying any of it out loud.

Her eyebrow lifted slightly at your hesitation while her metal fingertips traced another slow line along your inner thigh. “C’mon,” she said roughly. “You were moaning my name into my fucking pillows before I walked in. Don’t get shy now.”

Heat flooded your face so hard it hurt. Your pussy throbbed painfully from embarrassment and arousal mixing together while your fingers kept rubbing messy desperate circles over your clit automatically.

Sevika watched you struggle for words for another second before leaning closer suddenly, close enough that her breath brushed faintly against your jaw.

“Tell me,” she repeated quietly, voice dropping lower until it almost sounded like a growl. The sound sent another sharp pulse through your stomach immediately. “Tell me what you wanted me to do to you.”

Your entire body burned beneath her stare after that. The question hung heavy between you both while your fingers slowed shakily against your clit, your brain scrambling uselessly through humiliation and want at the exact same time.

Sevika stayed close enough that you could feel the warmth rolling off her body now, her broad frame practically crowding you into the mattress while those dark eyes watched every tiny reaction crossing your face.

Her metal fingertips still rested against your inner thigh too, cold enough to keep making your muscles twitch every few seconds whenever they brushed your skin accidentally.

The combination of everything nearly made your head spin because you’d spent so long trying not to want Sevika like this that actually admitting it out loud felt terrifying.

“I…” Your voice cracked embarrassingly fast the second you tried speaking properly.

A soft curse left Sevika’s mouth at the sound while her eyes dragged slowly down toward your lips before settling back onto your face again.

Your pussy clenched hard around nothing beneath her attention, slick practically dripping against the sheets now while your fingers trembled helplessly between your thighs.

“I was thinking about your mouth,” you admitted finally, barely above a whisper by the end of the sentence. The confession immediately made Sevika go still in a way that felt dangerous.

“Yeah?” she asked quietly after another second passed. Her voice sounded deeper now, rough enough that the single word sent heat rushing violently through your stomach again.

You nodded weakly against the pillows while your hips twitched upward searching unconsciously for more friction beneath your hand. Sevika watched the movement instantly, gaze dropping between your thighs while her jaw tightened visibly.

“Tell me,” she said again, slower this time, eyes still fixed directly on your soaked pussy. “Tell me exactly what you were thinking.”

Your stomach twisted hard enough to hurt. The embarrassment should’ve stopped you completely, but Sevika’s expression had gone so intensely focused now that the words started spilling out before you could lose your nerve.

“I was thinking about you between my legs,” you whispered shakily while your fingers rubbed another messy circle over your clit. “About you making me keep my thighs open for you.”

The second sentence nearly dissolved into a moan because Sevika’s metal fingertips suddenly pressed harder into the inside of your thigh at the exact same time. “Fuck,” Sevika muttered softly beneath her breath while watching your body react to her.

Then she moved.

The mattress dipped harder beneath her weight as Sevika shifted lower between your thighs without breaking eye contact once. Your breath caught sharply in your throat while she settled herself properly against the bed, broad shoulders spreading your legs apart further automatically just from her size alone.

One large hand slid firmly beneath your thigh before pulling it higher over her shoulder, exposing your soaked pussy completely beneath the dim apartment lighting.

The sight made your face burn all over again because slick glistened visibly between your folds now, wetness coating your fingers and inner thighs completely. Sevika stared directly at it for a long second before exhaling quietly through her nose like she was restraining herself.

“This what you wanted?” she asked roughly while her thumb dragged slowly through the slick gathered along your inner thigh. The touch made your hips jerk upward instantly because you were sensitive enough now that even the smallest contact felt overwhelming.

“Wanted me down here looking at your pretty pussy?” Sevika continued lowly while her eyes flicked upward toward your face again. The filthy wording alone nearly made your thighs close around her head, but Sevika’s metal hand immediately stopped you by gripping your leg firmly in place. “Keep them open,” she murmured. “Lemme see.”

A broken whine escaped your throat immediately. Your fingers finally slipped away from your clit completely because Sevika was between your legs now, actually there, and your brain genuinely couldn’t process it fast enough.

The sudden loss of friction made your pussy throb painfully hard while your hips twitched restlessly against the mattress beneath you. Sevika noticed instantly because her mouth twitched slightly at the corners before she leaned closer.

Warm breath brushed directly against your soaked folds first, making your entire body jolt violently beneath her. “Sevika,” you gasped softly, almost panicked by how badly you suddenly needed her.

“You said you were thinking about my mouth,” Sevika reminded you quietly. Her voice vibrated low against the inside of your thigh while her eyes stayed locked on your face now instead of the mess between your legs.

“So tell me,” she continued roughly while her flesh hand spread your folds apart slowly with two fingers. “Tell me what else you wanted.” The movement exposed your clit completely to the cool air, already swollen and slick and twitching visibly beneath her touch.

Sevika cursed softly under her breath at the sight before dragging her thumb lightly over it once. Your back arched immediately off the mattress.

“Oh my god—”

The cry tore out of your throat embarrassingly loud. Your thighs shook violently around Sevika’s shoulders while your fingers twisted helplessly into the sheets beside your head.

Sevika stared directly at your face while rubbing another slow circle over your clit, expression darkening visibly when your hips bucked harder toward her touch.

“That sensitive already?” she asked lowly, almost sounding amused despite the obvious hunger thickening her voice now.

You couldn’t answer properly because pleasure was hitting too fast now, every tiny movement against your clit sending sharp pulses straight through your stomach. Sevika watched you struggle for words for another second before leaning closer suddenly.

Then her tongue dragged slowly through your folds.

The feeling hit hard enough to make your entire body seize. A strangled moan escaped your mouth while your thighs tried desperately to close around Sevika’s head again, but her metal hand kept you spread open effortlessly.

Her tongue moved slow at first, gathering slick before dragging upward toward your clit while a rough groan vibrated deep in her throat at the taste of you.

The sound nearly made your brain shut down completely because Sevika actually sounded affected, genuinely enjoying herself between your legs right now. “Fuck,” she muttered roughly against your pussy before licking into you again even deeper than before.

Your hands flew into her hair automatically. Fingers tangled tightly into the dark strands while your hips rocked helplessly against Sevika’s mouth searching for more pressure, more friction, more anything.

Sevika let you pull at her hair without complaint while her tongue continued working through your soaked folds slowly and thoroughly like she was savouring every reaction she dragged from you.

Every wet sound filled the room embarrassingly loudly now, mixing with your broken moans and Sevika’s rough breathing between your thighs.

The slick scrape of her stubble against your inner legs only made everything feel dirtier too, enough that your clit kept twitching uncontrollably every time she exhaled against it. You could physically feel yourself dripping around her tongue now, body completely giving up beneath her.

“This what you were imagining?” Sevika asked suddenly against your pussy.

The vibration of her voice against your clit made you cry out sharply. Your hips jerked upward hard enough that Sevika’s grip tightened immediately on your thighs, metal fingers digging firmly into soft skin while she held you open for her mouth.

“Y-yes,” you gasped desperately while your head pressed deeper into the pillows behind you. “Fuck, yes.”

The admission came out wrecked and needy and completely honest now because there was no point pretending anymore. Sevika groaned softly after hearing it, the sound low and rough and genuinely pleased in a way that made your stomach tighten violently again.

“Good,” she murmured before licking another slow stripe directly over your clit.

Your entire body kept trembling beneath Sevika after that. Every slow drag of her tongue through your soaked folds made your hips jerk helplessly against her mouth while your fingers tightened harder in her hair. The room felt blurry around the edges now, pleasure building so intensely beneath your skin that it almost hurt to breathe properly.

Sevika stayed settled heavily between your thighs while her metal hand kept one leg thrown securely over her shoulder, holding you open exactly the way you’d imagined earlier. The realization alone nearly made you whine because somehow the reality felt even dirtier than the fantasy ever had.

“That all?” Sevika asked roughly after another long lick against your clit. Her voice vibrated low against your pussy again, sending another sharp pulse straight through your stomach while your thighs shook harder around her head.

“That’s all you were thinking about?” she continued quietly, dark eyes flicking upward toward your face while her tongue dragged teasing little circles over your clit now instead of giving you enough pressure.

The question immediately made your stomach twist because there had been so much more in your head earlier. Filthier things. Things you’d never planned on admitting out loud to Sevika in your entire life.

Your breathing turned embarrassingly uneven again. One of your hands slipped from Sevika’s hair down toward your own throat unconsciously while you tried forcing words past the humiliation tightening in your chest.

Sevika noticed the movement instantly because her eyes followed your fingers carefully before narrowing slightly in understanding.

“Fuck,” she muttered softly against your skin. The single word sounded dangerously interested. “C’mon,” she coaxed lower afterward while her thumb rubbed another slow circle against your clit. “Tell me what else you wanted.”

You swallowed hard enough to hurt.

“I was thinking…” Your voice nearly disappeared completely for a second while Sevika stayed perfectly still waiting beneath you. “I was thinking about you choking me,” you admitted shakily while heat flooded your entire body again.

The confession immediately made Sevika groan softly against your thigh, dark eyes flashing upward toward your face again with open hunger this time.

Your pussy clenched hard enough around nothing to make your hips twitch violently against her mouth. “Yeah?” Sevika asked quietly, voice suddenly rougher than before. “You want my hand around your throat that bad?”

The filthy wording made a broken sound leave your mouth immediately. Your thighs trembled violently around her shoulders while Sevika slowly licked another stripe through your folds, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted every time she spoke. “Wanted you pinning me down,” you confessed weakly while your fingers curled tighter into the sheets beneath you.

“Wanted you choking me while you made me cum.” The second sentence barely came out steady because Sevika’s expression changed completely after hearing it. Her pupils looked blown wide now, jaw tight enough that you could see the muscle flexing beneath her skin.

Then Sevika finally moved upward again.

The sudden loss of her mouth against your pussy made you whine softly while she climbed over you instead, broad body settling heavily between your spread thighs. Her hand grabbed your jaw roughly before tilting your face upward toward hers while her other arm braced beside your head against the mattress.

You could taste yourself faintly on her mouth already from where she’d been between your legs seconds earlier, and the realization alone nearly made your brain short circuit.

“Like this?” Sevika asked lowly while her flesh hand slid slowly down from your jaw toward your throat. Your pulse jumped wildly beneath her fingers the second she touched you there.

“Fuck,” you whispered shakily.

Sevika’s hand tightened.

Not enough to hurt. Not enough to stop your breathing. Just enough pressure to make your entire body arch upward instinctively beneath her while a needy moan spilled from your mouth.

Her dark eyes stayed locked directly on your face while her thumb pressed slowly against the side of your throat, feeling the way your pulse raced beneath her hand now.

“Pretty,” she muttered softly while watching your expression fall apart beneath the pressure. The praise mixed horribly with the choking, enough that your pussy throbbed so hard it almost ached.

“I was thinking about you slapping my tits too,” you admitted suddenly before embarrassment could stop you. The words rushed out breathlessly while Sevika stared down at you with obvious fascination spreading slowly across her face now.

“Shit,” she breathed softly, almost sounding impressed by the confession. Her hand stayed around your throat while the other slid downward over your chest slowly, fingers curling against the fabric of your shirt before tugging it upward impatiently.

Cool air brushed across your skin the second your chest was exposed fully beneath her. Sevika stared for maybe half a second before her expression darkened again instantly.

Then her palm smacked sharply against one of your breasts.

The sound cracked loudly through the bedroom. A cry escaped your mouth immediately while your back arched hard off the mattress, nipples tightening painfully from the sudden sting mixed with pleasure shooting through your body. Sevika’s hand rubbed over the reddening skin afterward almost absentmindedly while she watched your reaction closely.

“That what you wanted?” she asked lowly while her thumb brushed slowly across your nipple afterward. The roughness in her voice nearly made your head spin completely.

“Yes,” you gasped immediately. “Fuck, yes.”

Sevika laughed softly under her breath after hearing how desperate you sounded. Her hand squeezed your throat once more before finally loosening enough for you to breathe properly again while she leaned closer over you.

“Anything else?” she asked quietly against your lips. The question should’ve embarrassed you more than it did, but your body already felt too overheated and desperate to stop now.

Your hands slid upward against Sevika’s shoulders slowly while your thighs wrapped instinctively around her waist. “I was thinking about you spitting in my mouth,” you whispered weakly.

Sevika froze for half a second.

Then she groaned.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” she muttered darkly while staring down at you like she wanted to ruin you completely now. Heat flooded straight between your legs again while your pussy clenched hard around nothing beneath her weight.

Sevika’s hand slid from your throat into your hair instead, gripping tightly near the roots before tugging your head backward slightly. “Open,” she ordered lowly.

Your lips parted immediately.

Sevika stared down into your mouth for one long second before spitting directly onto your tongue.

The act felt so filthy and intimate that a moan escaped your throat instantly. Your hips bucked upward hard against Sevika’s waist while your eyes squeezed shut briefly from how intensely arousal crashed through your body afterward. Sevika watched the reaction carefully before grabbing your jaw again roughly. “Swallow it,” she murmured.

You obeyed instantly.

“Good girl,” Sevika praised softly afterward, and your pussy practically throbbed at the words.

Then your brain caught back up with another fantasy you’d been obsessing over earlier.

“I was imagining grinding against you too,” you admitted breathlessly while your hands slid lower down Sevika’s body. “Pussy against pussy.” The confession immediately made Sevika’s expression darken further.

Her eyes dragged slowly downward between your bodies before lifting back toward your face again while something hungry flickered visibly behind them now. “Yeah?” she asked lowly.

You nodded desperately beneath her.

“Wanted to feel you grind against me until we both came,” you whispered.

Sevika cursed softly under her breath again.

Then one of her thick thighs suddenly shoved firmly between your legs.

Your entire body jolted at the pressure immediately while Sevika grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise. “Then grind,” she ordered roughly while forcing your hips downward against her thigh.

The friction hit your clit instantly, slick dragging hot against denim while a loud moan ripped from your throat before you could stop it.

Sevika watched your face carefully while guiding your hips harder against her, expression growing darker every second you lost yourself further beneath her.

“That it?” she murmured roughly against your mouth while your pussy dragged desperately against her thigh again and again. “This what you wanted so bad?”

“Please.”

The word fell out of your mouth before you could even think about it properly. Your hips kept grinding desperately against Sevika’s thigh while she held you down against her with both hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises later.

Every drag of rough denim against your swollen clit sent sharp pulses through your stomach now, enough that your thighs shook uncontrollably around Sevika’s body. The friction felt good, too good, but it still wasn’t enough anymore. You wanted skin. Wanted heat. Wanted her.

“Please what?” Sevika asked lowly against your mouth.

The roughness in her voice nearly made your brain melt completely. Her eyes stayed fixed on your face while she continued forcing your hips against her thigh in slow hard movements, clearly enjoying how wrecked you already looked beneath her.

Your chest heaved beneath your pushed-up shirt while slick smeared messily against the inside of your thighs and Sevika’s jeans now from how wet you’d gotten.

The embarrassment should’ve mattered more than it did, but you couldn’t think about anything except the ache between your legs and the unbearable need building tighter every second.

“Need your clothes off,” you gasped desperately while your fingers clutched at the fabric of Sevika’s shirt. “Need to feel you properly.”

Sevika’s jaw tightened visibly at that.

“Yeah?” she murmured softly, though her voice had gone dangerously rough now. One of her hands slid lower against your hip before gripping hard enough to still your desperate movements briefly against her thigh. The sudden loss of friction made a pathetic whine leave your mouth immediately while your hips tried instinctively to move again.

Sevika watched the reaction closely, dark eyes practically burning into your face while a slow smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Look at you,” she muttered quietly. “So desperate already.”

“Sevika, please,” you begged again, softer this time.

The sound did something to her.

You saw it instantly in the way her expression shifted, restraint cracking visibly beneath the hunger spreading across her face now. Sevika cursed softly under her breath before sitting back slightly on the bed, large hands dragging roughly down your thighs while she stared at the mess between them. Your pussy looked absolutely ruined already, swollen and slick and twitching every time cool air hit your clit wrong.

Thick wetness coated the inside of your legs and smeared against Sevika’s sheets beneath you from how long she’d been teasing and touching you. Sevika stared for maybe a second too long before dragging her eyes back upward toward your face again.

“You gonna behave if I do?” she asked lowly.

You nodded immediately.

Too quickly.

The eagerness made Sevika laugh softly beneath her breath while she finally reached down toward her own clothes. Your stomach tightened violently watching her movements, pulse pounding so hard you could feel it everywhere while Sevika slowly unbuckled her belt with one hand.

Metal clinked softly through the room before she shoved her jeans down her thighs enough to reveal dark underwear stretched tightly against broad muscular legs.

The sight alone nearly made your mouth water because Sevika looked unfairly good even half dressed, all heavy muscle and rough hands and sharp hungry eyes watching your reactions carefully.

“Fuck,” you whispered weakly.

Sevika’s smirk deepened slightly after hearing it.

Then she shoved her underwear down too.

Your breath caught so hard it almost hurt.

Sevika spread her thighs slightly while sitting back against the bed, giving you your first proper look at her pussy beneath the dim apartment lighting.

Dark curls sat between strong muscular thighs already slick with arousal, wetness glistening visibly between swollen folds while her clit peeked out slightly from how worked up she’d clearly gotten watching you unravel for her.

She looked gorgeous. Rough and messy and real in a way that made your entire body heat instantly all over again. Your eyes dragged helplessly over the slick gathered between her thighs before flicking back upward toward her face in complete disbelief.

Sevika noticed instantly.

“What?” she asked roughly, though there was something slightly smug beneath the question now.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” you admitted breathlessly.

The confession seemed to catch her off guard for maybe half a second because Sevika’s expression flickered strangely before darkening again almost immediately afterward.

“Yeah?” she muttered quietly while one hand slid slowly between her own thighs. Your stomach twisted violently watching thick fingers drag through the slick coating her folds before circling lazily around her clit once.

A rough exhale left Sevika’s mouth at the contact while her eyes never left yours. “You did this,” she added lowly afterward. “Got me this wet all from touching yourself in my fucking bed.”

The filthy reminder made your pussy clench hard enough to ache.

You couldn’t stop staring at her.

At the wetness glistening between her thighs. At the way her muscles flexed slightly every time her fingers brushed her clit. At the dark hair trailing across her lower stomach and the slick coating her fingers now from touching herself in front of you.

Sevika looked completely different like this, less guarded somehow despite how intense she still seemed. Raw. Hungry. Aroused enough that you could physically see it between her legs now. The realization alone nearly made you moan.

“Come here,” Sevika ordered suddenly.

You moved immediately.

Your body practically crawled toward her across the mattress without hesitation while Sevika leaned back slightly against the headboard, thighs spreading wider to make room for you between them.

Her eyes stayed locked on you the entire time, heavy and dark and impossible to look away from while your breathing grew shakier with every inch closer.

The heat rolling off her body felt overwhelming now that you were close enough to actually touch her properly. You could smell sex and sweat and Sevika herself mixing thickly in the air around you both. Your pussy practically throbbed from how badly you wanted her.

“Sit,” Sevika murmured lowly while patting one thick thigh.

You climbed into her lap immediately.

The second your soaked pussy brushed against Sevika’s slick folds, both of you gasped sharply at the same time. Heat flooded through your body instantly because finally feeling her properly after imagining it for so long nearly overwhelmed your brain completely. Sevika’s pussy felt hot and slick beneath you, wet folds dragging against yours every time your hips shifted even slightly.

Your clit brushed hers accidentally once and your entire body jerked violently from the sudden sharp pleasure. “Fuck,” Sevika groaned softly beneath you while her hands grabbed your hips hard enough to steady you.

“That’s it,” she muttered roughly. “Grind against me.”

You obeyed immediately.

Your hips rolled downward slowly at first, slick pussies dragging wetly against each other while both of you moaned at the sensation together. The friction felt completely different from her thigh earlier, softer and hotter and so much filthier now that you could actually feel Sevika’s wetness smearing against your own.

Every movement made slick spread messily between your thighs while your clits kept catching together in little bursts of overwhelming pleasure. Sevika’s head tipped back briefly against the headboard with a rough groan while her fingers dug harder into your hips. “Fuck, there you go,” she breathed shakily. “Pretty girl.”

Your hips kept moving desperately against Sevika’s without any rhythm left anymore. Every wet grind of your pussy against hers sent sharp bursts of pleasure through your stomach while slick spread hotter and messier between your thighs with each movement.

Sevika stayed leaned back against the headboard beneath you, broad hands gripping your hips tightly while she guided your body against hers exactly the way she wanted.

The room had filled completely with filthy wet sounds now, the drag of your soaked folds against hers mixing with broken moans and uneven breathing until it almost felt impossible to think straight anymore.

You were completely gone for her already, reduced to nothing but desperate grinding and soft needy noises every time your clit caught against hers just right.

“Fuck, look at you,” Sevika groaned roughly while staring up at your face. Her dark eyes dragged slowly over your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your chest heaving hard above her while your body shook in her lap.

You could physically feel how wet she’d gotten beneath you now, slick coating both your thighs while your pussies rubbed together in messy desperate movements that kept making both of you gasp.

Sevika’s fingers tightened harder against your hips when your grinding grew sloppier, clearly noticing how close you were getting already. “Can barely keep yourself together,” she muttered lowly, voice thick with arousal now.

A pathetic whine escaped your throat immediately.

The sound seemed to snap something inside Sevika because suddenly one large hand left your hip and grabbed your breast roughly instead. Her fingers squeezed hard enough to make your back arch upward while another moan spilled from your mouth.

Then Sevika’s palm smacked sharply across your tit again. The sting shot straight through your body instantly, pleasure and pain tangling together hard enough to make your pussy clench violently against hers.

“Oh fuck—” you cried out loudly while your hips jerked harder against Sevika’s lap. The movement dragged your clit directly over hers again and both of you moaned at the exact same time.

“That’s it,” Sevika groaned deeply beneath you. Her hand rubbed roughly over the reddening skin of your breast after the slap while her other hand kept forcing your hips downward against her. “Pretty fuckin’ thing,” she muttered while watching your tits bounce every time your body jolted above her.

The rough praise mixed horribly with the sharp sting lingering across your chest, enough that your thighs shook uncontrollably around Sevika’s waist now.

Every movement between your legs felt wetter and sloppier than before too, slick practically dripping down both your thighs while your clits kept grinding together over and over again. You genuinely couldn’t stop moaning anymore.

“Sevika…” Her name came out wrecked and breathless while your fingers clutched desperately at her shoulders. Your entire body felt overheated now, pleasure tightening so intensely low in your stomach that every little movement threatened to push you over the edge completely.

Sevika stared directly at your face while you unraveled above her, expression dark and hungry and completely focused on every reaction she dragged from your body. Another sharp slap landed against your other breast suddenly and your mouth fell open with a loud cry.

The pain made your pussy pulse hard against hers, slick smearing messily between your folds while your hips ground down harder instinctively afterward.

“That’s my girl,” Sevika groaned roughly.

The praise nearly made you cum on the spot.

Your forehead dropped against Sevika’s shoulder while your body shook harder above her, grinding desperately against her soaked pussy now without any control left at all. Sevika’s hands moved greedily over your body beneath her, one gripping your waist while the other squeezed your breast hard enough to leave marks behind.

Every time your clits brushed together, sharp pleasure shot violently through your stomach until your legs could barely hold you upright anymore.

Sevika wasn’t doing much better either. Her breathing had gone rough and uneven beneath you now, low groans slipping from her mouth every few seconds whenever your hips dragged properly against her.

“Fuck, keep going,” Sevika breathed shakily against your neck. One of her hands slid downward suddenly between your bodies, fingers spreading your slick folds slightly before rubbing directly against your clit while you ground against her at the same time.

The double stimulation nearly made you scream because your clit already felt painfully sensitive from everything she’d done to you tonight.

Your hips bucked wildly against her hand while your thighs trembled so hard Sevika had to grip you tighter to keep you steady above her. “That’s it,” she groaned lower while staring up at your completely wrecked expression. “Use daddy’s pussy just like that.”

The title hit you like a physical blow.

Your entire body seized instantly above her while a broken moan tore from your throat loud enough to echo slightly through the room. Sevika noticed immediately because a dark smirk spread slowly across her face while her fingers rubbed harder against your clit.

“Yeah?” she asked roughly. “You like that?” Your brain felt completely gone now, nothing left except heat and pleasure and Sevika beneath you calling herself daddy while your pussy dragged wetly against hers.

The pressure building low in your stomach suddenly tightened violently all at once. “Daddy—” you cried out desperately before you could stop yourself.

“Fuck,” Sevika groaned deeply beneath you.

Her hands grabbed your hips harder immediately, forcing you to grind faster against her while her own hips started bucking upward now searching desperately for friction too.

Wet sounds filled the room obscenely loud while both of you moved together messily, slick spreading absolutely everywhere between your thighs and lower stomachs now. Sevika’s head tipped backward against the headboard with another rough curse while her fingers kept rubbing your clit relentlessly.

“You gonna cum for daddy?” she asked lowly while staring directly into your face again. The words nearly shattered whatever control you had left instantly.

“Yes,” you sobbed breathlessly. “Please— fuck, daddy, please—”

“That’s it,” Sevika groaned roughly. “Cum all over daddy’s pussy.”

The command pushed you completely over the edge.

Your orgasm hit hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs instantly. A loud cry tore from your throat while your entire body arched violently above Sevika, thighs shaking uncontrollably around her waist while pleasure crashed through you in brutal overwhelming waves.

Your clit pulsed hard against Sevika’s while slick spread hotter between your grinding bodies, hips still jerking desperately against hers even after the orgasm started hitting.

Sevika held you tightly through all of it, groaning deeply beneath you while watching your face completely fall apart above her. “Fuck, good girl,” she breathed shakily while your body trembled against hers.

The feeling of you cumming against her finally dragged Sevika over too.

Her grip on your hips tightened almost painfully while a rough groan ripped from her chest low and deep enough to make your stomach twist again. Sevika’s head fell backward against the headboard while her own hips bucked upward hard beneath you, soaked pussy grinding desperately against yours while her orgasm hit.

You could physically feel her clenching against you now, slick smearing messily between your folds while both of you shook together in the middle of the ruined sheets.

“Fuck— fuck,” Sevika cursed breathlessly while her fingers dug into your skin hard enough to bruise. The sight of Sevika losing composure beneath you almost made your body try to cum again from sheer overstimulation alone.

Your movements eventually slowed into weak trembling little rolls of your hips against hers. Both of you stayed tangled together breathing hard while sweat clung to your skin and slick coated your thighs completely now.

Sevika’s hands slid more gently over your waist afterward, thumbs rubbing slow soothing circles against overheated skin while she stared up at you with dark exhausted eyes.

Your forehead stayed pressed against her shoulder while your body twitched every few seconds from aftershocks still rippling through you. Then Sevika laughed softly beneath her breath, rough voice still wrecked from orgasm.

Back then Sevika took your job in stride. The photos on your page mostly were filled with the parties you held, nothing too flashy. But as your following grew, your fans grew more curious. You didn't post a lot of personal pictures, maybe a selfie now and then. But your followers grew more antsy to see you more, even asking for more candids of you at your own events.

Sevika didn't mind this. At least not all the time. You always kept it professional. And if Sevika had a problem with the way you made money, she wouldn't of asked to be yours.

The only time it really bothered her. Was during the long days. Where you would be out until the wee hours of the am. These types of days usually had Sevika missing you the whole day.

Sevika was deep in slumber when she felt a kiss on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open to your body walking away from her.

"Thought you were off today?" Sevika's voice still hadn't woken up yet. Sounding groggy and whiny.

"Had a last minute change on a pop up scheduled for this weekend. I should be back later tonight."

"You sure?"

You sighed. "Not gonna lie, it sounds like an all day thing. But I'm hoping not." You walked back to your bed to caressthe side of Sevika's face, leaning down for another peck. "Don't wait up for me on dinner."

A tinge of dissapointment sprouted in Sevika's chest. But your work came first, so she pushed it down.

"Call me if you need anything."

You nodded, and hurried out of your room. Leaving Sevika laying in your sheets, that still smelled like you. She tried to go back to sleep, but the ache in her chest won over. Maybe food would fix it.

Days like this seemed to drag on for Sevika. Breakfast unfortunately didn't solve Sevika's want for you to stay home, but it started her day. While she sat at your dining room table alone, her thumb scrolled on the only app she had. The place where you posted the most.

The latest story from you advertised the pop up. Normal for you. But the video that followed showed you backing up from the camera. Showing your outfit of the day.

You must of changed from this morning, she vividly remembered you leaving with a t shirt and shorts on.

Bangles littered both of your arms, as you twirled around. The dress you wore made you look like an ethereal fairy, topped off with a hair wrap. Sevika had to take a pause from eating to take you in. Spoon hovering above her oatmeal.

Seeing this didn't help the hunger inside her. Even holding her finger down so the story wouldn't go away.

Heat creeped between her legs. She squeezed them unconsciously, which caused her to roll her eyes. She was too easy sometimes.

To distract herself she closed the app. Silently vowing that she'd stay off your page today.

This vow soon was stomped to bits, as you followed all the tasks she completed throughout the day. At the gym she stalked your story, seeing the shots you would take of the set up. Her phone stayed in her hand as she shopped for some groceries. Even going as far as taking an extra minute on the toilet to wait for a post notification from you.

You: Looking like it's going to be another hour or two Vika.

Sevika was now sat in her own bed. It took everything in her to not call you. She texted you back instead.

Sevika: It's alright. I'll just see you tomorrow.

You: You don't want me to come over tonight?

Sevika: Of course I do. I just know you're going to be tired as hell.

You: Maybe. But I miss you.

Sevika's hands typed quicker than her mind.

Sevika: Show me.

As the text bubbles started to appear, she was prepared for a rejection. You were at work after all. An hour went by with no response. It was now 10pm. Sevika distracted herself with some tv, thinking you forgot all about her text. Her phone buzzed, thinking it was someone else she opened her phone casually. But sat up once she saw that there was an attached image.

You: Can't wait to see you. Hope this holds you over.

Attached was you in the drivers seat, presumbably in some car garage. You had your dress off your shoulders, the fabric hanging at your waist. Your hair was no longer in your wrap, and both of your hands were cupping you bra. Your nipples peaking out just a tinge.

All the control Sevika was holding throughout the day seemed to seep away as she gazed at the beauty that was you. Knowing that you could of got caught made her even more turned on.

Tv forgotten, Sevika's hand betrayed her, sliding into her boxers. Her phone stayed in her left hand, your body on full display. Her fingers spread herself apart, slowly teasing her slick walls.

She leaned her head against her headboard, eyes closed. Imagining she was in the car with you, your body free for her to admire and kiss.

"Fuck." Sevika whimpered to the air. Her voice just a whisper as she played with her clit. Your tits looked so nice in that bra. She remembered getting it for you on Valentine's day last year, with panties to match. She craved to run her tongue over your chest, just to hear the whine you would make when she bit you just so.

As her mind wandered her pace quickened, her hips no longer stayed still as they moved in time with her fingers. Her peak soon came with her legs shaking violently, with your name off her lips.

She laid back, breathing heavily. After catching her breath she brought her phone over her body. All in its afterglow glory, her creamy pussy being the main show.

Sevika: [Photo attached] Look what you made me do baby

Sevika: Come home. Why aren't you in my bed yet?

Her phone rang not too long after.

"That was quite bold of you." Sevika could tell you were trying to keep yourself together.

"You know how you make me feel. You can't just give me a taste and leave me hanging."

"We're finishing up now."

"I'll be waiting for you."

"All wet for me too?"

"Yes." Sevika's voice cracked, her throat dry from her orgasm.

"Okay, baby. I'm leaving now."

"Be safe."

sevika hasn’t ever known peace.

not as a child, not as a teenager, and sure as hell not as an adult.

being silco’s left hand might be the most demanding thing she’s ever done. the woman has cleaned up more bodies than she can count, ignoring the phantom feeling of several others’ blood on her hands. she’s robbed, killed, moved barrels of shimmer across borders like it’s another day at a supermarket. the woman has never thought much of the kind of work she does.

this is all for a greater cause: resistance. in zaun, it’s every man for themselves. she wants to give back to the community, to leave a better life for the youth of zaun than she was afforded.

janna knows it’s taxing, though. silco worked her to the bone in life, and seemed to still be shouting at her from the grave. she could use a fucking break every once in a while. 

the heavy wooden door slams behind your girlfriend, stepping into your shared home to collapse onto the couch. she rubs at her head like she has a migraine, but you know better- that the woman is exhausted. not the kind of exhaustion that can be fixed with sleep, though.

the type that seeps into her bones, down to the marrow.

“rough day?” you ask, approaching her slowly. you sit down beside her, though don’t press against her, for fear of overwhelming the woman. not that you ever have. she nods and mumbles something incoherent.

a deep breath in, and sevika turns her head to look at you. “it’s always a rough day on the job. nothin’ new.”

you swallow, and sigh. she always says something along those lines, and you don’t want to overstep, but- “you look worn out. like, rough.”

she scoffs, half-amused. “flattery will get you everywhere.”

“you know what i mean.”

“yeah.” 

you can’t lie. you worry about sevika, more than you could admit. even if you could, you’re not sure you’d have the words to accurately capture just how much you worry. but you knew what you were getting into when you got involved with the woman. you knew what the undercity demanded of her, you knew where her heart laid. it would be cruel to ask her to give it up.

she still makes time for you. always shows up and remembers the little things- so you can’t particularly complain. despite working like a dog, sevika is a damn good girlfriend.

still.

“i just wish you’d take a break sometimes,” you sigh.

“you know i can’t do that.”

you nod. you do know that. she’s said it before, yet it isn’t any better to hear the second time. or third. or fourth.

“at least take it easy at home for a little while,” you take her flesh hand in yours, gently taking it into your lap and running your thumb along the back. she relaxes a little into your touch. “is there anything i can do, babe? anything at all?”

sevika takes another deep breath in, followed by a heavy sigh. she pauses for a moment, eyes downcast and seemingly in thought, before she speaks lowly. “you know what you can do?”

you open your mouth to speak, but the words die on your tongue before you can utter them. her hand goes to the back of your head, guiding it down, down, down- between her legs. you feel heat rush to your core at the mere implication.

“you want me to?-”

“yeah,” she mutters. “help take the edge off, would ya?”

gods, you don’t think you’ve ever said ‘yes’ to anything so quickly. you nod frantically, like your livelihood depends on this, and your hands fly to start undoing her belt buckles and freeing her of those tattered pants. they pool around her ankles, and the woman slouches back into the couch, letting her legs spread wide in anticipation. you sink to your knees in front of her.

like she’s a deity, presenting the finest delicacy zaun has to offer on a silver platter.

for a second, you’re captivated by the bushy mess between her legs, folds already glistening with arousal, swollen clit peeking out and tempting you to take a bite. you grip onto her scarred thighs as you lower your head even further, ghosting over her cunt.

that hand on the back of your head shoves you forward, and you yelp, but get the message immediately.

“get on with it,” she grunts. “you wanted to help, right?”

you nod against her, tongue darting out to swirl around her clit. no buildup, no foreplay, just consumption. you lav over her like a woman starved, fast and firm. your nails start to dig into her thighs as your tongue goes from clit to hole, dipping in ever so slightly. sevika rewards you with a hushed grunt, a sharp groan as you slide back up to the bundle of nerves and start sucking. she pushes you even further in, metal fingers tangling in your hair.

“come on,” she breathes out, biting her lip to stifle a moan. “like you fuckin’ mean it.”

your panties must be absolutely soaked through right now, thighs absentmindedly rubbing together in some desperate attempt for friction. you know better than to be selfish right now, though, devoted only to your woman’s pleasure- doubling down. 

all that’s on your mind is trying to get her off. make her fucking relax for once.

you suckle her clit even harder, then prod her entrance with your ring and middle finger before sliding them in. they go in easily, too easily, up to the knuckle. you thrust in and out while sucking on her clit like the sweetest candy. 

“oh, fuck!”

sevika’s hips start thrusting up, into your mouth, pushing you to devour her cunt. moaning against her like you’re the one being pleasured, like this is the most important task you’ve ever been given. as far as you’re concerned, ears filled with the sounds of her low expletives, it is.

you’re absolutely desperate to bring her over that edge, and you can tell by the way her thighs threaten to close around your head that she’s close. 

you crook your fingers inside the woman, meeting that spongy spot inside of her that sends her head spinning. she bites down on her lip and the sharp metal fingertips dig into your scalp harsh enough to bring tears to your eyes, and still.

you’ve got a one-track mind.

“i’m right there,” she breathes out. “c’mon, you- get me off-”

your teeth scrape against her clit, and that does her in. sevika cums with a low groan, soaking your fingers in sticky arousal. she holds you close to her cunt throughout it all, and your moans against her send shockwaves through the woman’s body.

“shiiiit, that’s it..”

for just a second, she loosens her hold on your hair. you do need to breathe, after all, and that’s exactly what you do once you unlatch from her pussy. your eyes are glassy, cheeks stained with salty tears, lips and chin shimmering with evidence of her orgasm. you take labored breaths, tongue occasionally darting out to lick the slick off of your lips.

mockingly, your girlfriend’s flesh hand drops to hold your jaw up by your chin. she gives a lazy, lopsided smirk, looking down through half-lidded eyes. your heart skips a beat.

gods, she looks like pure sin. she looks beautiful, and most importantly, more relaxed.

“you think you can give me one more?” her hand squeezes your chin a little tighter, and you nod immediately. frantically. “you remember our safeword, yeah?”

you nod again. you do, but it hasn’t crossed your mind once during all of this. 

sevika, name meaning ‘loyal servant.’ if your mind wasn’t so hazy, you could scoff at the irony of all this. in your relationship, you’ve always fit that title much better.

devoted only to her, and her pleasure.

you’re pulled out of your head by a harsh slap to the cheek, leaving a stinging sensation behind. you gasp, and sevika’s voice is lower. more gravelly. 

“words, slut.”

“yes,” you gasp. “yes, i do, i’ll- fuck, i’ll give you another. anything you want, ‘vika, anything-”

she shoves your head forward once again, and all words die on your tongue. you go straight back to making out with her cunt, swirling your tongue around her oversensitive clit, using your hands to spread her even wider like a three-course meal, slurping her juices and spitting on her cunt just to lick it back off.

you’re lost in her.

sevika can’t help herself. the previous orgasm was earth-shattering on its own, and this? you going all in, pulling out all the stops? she can’t hold her moans back, growing more high-pitched. her hips move against your mouth, pushing you impossibly closer.

her hips stuttering and moving in a janky rhythm. you don’t pay it any mind, only the sounds that she makes and the delicious sting that her tugging on your hair leaves.

your poor pussy is fluttering around nothing, wet and weeping for any sort of attention. later, you think. later, you’ll stuff your fingers inside yourself and take what you’ve been deprived, probably while the woman before you is sleeping.

for now, though, those very fingers slip back into her. three this time, filling her up, stretching her out, scissoring inside of her and curling against her g-spot. she near screams at this.

“fuck,” she groans. “you’re desperate for it, huh? ahh.. dirty girl, all you need is my cunt and you’re happy..”

you don’t respond, but you do groan into her and start suckling on her clit again. teasing her, doing her in all again, watching her abs contract and feeling her thighs tremble in your hands. you could die down here.

you could survive solely off sevika’s cunt for sustenance, and say that you lived a happy life.

“keep doin’ that,” her abs tense again, it’s barely been two minutes and she’s already close again. your eyes water, hot tears dripping down your cheeks. “don’t you dare stop-”

you don’t dream of it. your nails dig into sevika’s thighs deep enough to leave angry indents, causing her to hiss through her teeth.

all you want is to give your woman the stress relief she so desperately needs.

another curl of your fingers and your tongue flattening against her clit makes sevika shatter once more. her mouth falls open in a silent cry, tugging your hair and grinding against your mouth like you owe her money. she gushes over your face, dripping down to your neck and between your breasts, making little whimpers escape you. as if you’re begging her for more. please, you think. please, give it to me. let yourself go.

with a huff through her nose, your girlfriend shoves your face away from her cunt. still on your knees between her legs, you look up at her flushed expression and listen to her breathy chuckles.

“get some water, darlin’,” she mutters, weakly pointing toward the kitchen. “take a breather. then i want you back on your knees. deal?”