Sevika owns my ass

color is #4d2c0f, it's fat, full bush, folds covered in thick dark hair, spreading up into a happy trail, creams in thick gushes, clit is engorged, 1 inch long, sensitive, it squelches, it's loose needs an entire fist, it's sour and tangy.

WRONG. NO ONE is allowed to dislike sevika.

After a long day, anyone would want to unwind, and your favourite way of unwinding is riding your submissive girlfriend’s strap. It’s not a real dick, but the sounds she makes will convince anyone that it’s a real cock.

Every time your cunt makes that filthy squelching sound, clenching around the fat strap—Sevika whines like a poor puppy in heat being denied pleasure.

Every time you fuck yourself on her strap like this, you tie her wrist to the bed post and you’re aware she knows she can easily break out of the restraints but you enjoy the fact that someone much bigger than you plays weak just to watch you do this — your tits bounce with your body, giving Sevika quite the show as you move your tight cunt up and down on her dick.

You use your hand to pinch and roll your nipples. Sevika groans under her breath, silver eyes never leaving your slutty form as you continue to use her for your pleasure.

“Just let me fuck you,” she grumbles.

“No,” you say with a sweet smile, “just lay there and watch me, baby.”

“I don’t wanna…”

“You don’t wanna watch? Would you rather I blindfold you?”

“No!” Her eyes widen in horror as if that’s the cruelest thing she’s ever heard.

You giggle and kiss her right on her nose, slamming your hips down, cunt stretching around the girthy base of the cock.

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, lips brushing against hers.

Sevika’s face is so red she can battle a tomato, “you’re so mean…”

cw ───── smut , strap , virgin!reader , rough smut , kinda cnc , jealous!sevika

So much has led up to this moment. Sevika was fuming— you knew exactly how to get under her nerves in record time. Just pretend to be extra nice to someone and throw in a little bit of flirting, and she was already wrapping her arm around you making sure the guy knew you were hers before she dragged you off back home.

The door was slammed shut so hard, your heart was almost in your throat. Sevika growled and pinned you to the wall— hard enough to create an impact, but not enough to hurt you. She caged your body against the concrete using her hands on either side, kissing the column of your throat.

“You’re mine. You really think goin’ around flirtin’ with some bystander will change that?”

You tried to play innocent, fighting the smile that crawled to your face. “No… I never said that.”

Sevika breathed out through her nose, irritated with your pretense of innocence. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”

“Make me regret it then,” you said boldly.

Maybe a little too boldly for someone who’s still a virgin. Sevika huffed a laugh, “fine.”

You were swept off your feet instantly and carried off to the bedroom. She didn’t bother stripping you herself, instead she nodded to the bed.

“You know what to do.”

You let your dress and underwear drop to the floor as you climbed onto bed, now naked. Sevika took her time picking out the toy she wanted to use on you.

You— assuming she was picking out a vibrator like the usual— laid on your back. Sevika returned, harness fixed around her waist with an obscenely large strap fitted into place. Your eyes widened at the sight of the phallic-shaped toy.

“Sev— I thought that—”

“You don’t have to think,” she snapped as she crawled between your legs and held them open.

You whined softly, gripping the sheets with trembling fingers. Sevika didn’t coo praises at you today, you had pissed her off enough for all her sweetness to fade to ash tonight. But she waited— she gave you a blink of a second to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

Then, she grumbled, “y’know what your safe word is,” before she pushed the bulbous head of the toy inside.

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes squeezing shut as she filled you up entirely with the strap. The stretch was painful, making your eyes water instantly. The sight of your face scrunched in a mixture of pleasure-pain made Sevika’s own pussy throb with need.

She pushed forward, earning soft sounds from you, her hands rested on either side of your head as she slammed herself deeper inside. Every thrust inside made you cry out, your sounds only egging Sevika on more.

tags : sex in a changing room , strap , mentions of getting caught , implied oral

Sevika could be really horny whenever you both were outside, especially if you took her outfit shopping with you. You could be trying on the most non-revealing outfit and she’d smack your ass and rub her fingers against your clothed cunt.

That’s exactly how you both ended up in this position today. Your hands were holding the walls of the changing room, Sevika’s one hand was clamped on your mouth to keep your noises down— not that it really helped a lot.

your throat is being crushed by her bicep while she firmly snaps her hips against your ass.

she's praising you as you cream around her strap again, not once slowing her pace.

that woman lives for the moans and whimpers that try to force themselves out of your throat, but sound raspy cause of your current state and position.

she's not one to stop until you're overstimulated and your head is barely keeping itself up.

she'll stop when she sees it fit, although checking in on your state is a must; she can't have her good little girl being hurt or uncomfortable.