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even though arcane is over i could never move on from sevika she has so much potential im very upset that the writers didn’t give us her backstory. always yearning 4 my favorite butch.
Women have been demonized since forever for expressing their sexuality, that they think covering their body parts is some sacred act. Your body makes life, why would it be sinful? 'Waiting until marriage' is totally normal if you're not ready, but if you think that's empowering, then you're brainwashed.
mechanic!sevika, clueless!reader, top!sevika, bottom!reader, horny yearning, praise, strap use (r!receiving), rough sev, i call a “wife beater” a wife pleaser
𑣲men n minors dni !!
this is a repost!
₊ 🔧 ⊹ . ݁mechanic!sevika who became immediately infatuated with you the first time she saw you: wearing a loose mini dress, in need of a simple oil change. something in her panicked; she needed to see you again. in an act of both cowardice and desperation she sabotaged your engine…
after only being gone for a week you stand before her, pouting in a way that makes sevika’s clit throb with need.
“i have no idea what happened! my engine was fine until a few days ago!”
sevika gives you a small smirk, trying her best not to give herself away. “no clue, pretty girl. i’ll tell you what—let me fix this for you for free, hm?”
your jaw goes slack with surprise. sevika’s mind immediately goes to all the things she could do with such a pretty mouth.
“you’d do that for me?”
“anything for you~” sevika nonchalantly shrugs.
₊ 🔧 ⊹ . ݁mechanic!sevika who makes sure you see her covered in soot and sweat after working on your car. she knows you’re looking at each and every curve in her muscular body; at the way the fluorescent lights bounce off her her dark complexion.
“something the matter?” she asks, feigning concern.
face burning, snapping out of your trance you sputter out “n-nope! all good! thanks, see you next time!” you grab your keys scurrying out of the shop, eager for the next time you get to see her.
₊ 🔧 ⊹ . ݁mechanic!sevika who grunts and groans whenever she comes across a tough screw. opting to use her mechanic arm to unscrew whatever is keeping her from the problem area. muttering to herself,
“mmh—fuck! tough ass bolt,” …. “ngh…goddamn it…”
₊ 🔧 ⊹ . ݁mechanic!sevika who owns her own shop with about four employees so most nights it’s just you and her. she plays soft rock music while she works on your car. you watch her legs from under your car, catching a glimpse of her strong arm every now and then. the sight makes you clench your legs together.
sevika has a sixth sense for you at this point, she peaks from underneath the vehicle, quietly watching you squeeze your plush legs together. it couldn’t be coincidence that you always wore short skirts when you came to get your car worked on…
once she’s done, sevika rolls out from under your car, grunting as she stands. “all done, d’you have any questions?”
she towers over you in your seated position. you can’t help but stare at her beefy chest and grease-stained shirt. sevika raises an eyebrow.
“up here, girl.”
instinctively you look up.
“good girl, now did you have any questions?”
you struggle to maintain eye contact, it’s no use anyway, the way your voice quivers completely gives you away.
“uhm… no, thanks a-again!” you stand to take your keys and scurry as usual, but sevika uses her mechanic arm to pin your body against the wall.
“you sure? nothing else i can help you with?” she draws out her words teasingly.
₊ 🔧 ⊹ . ݁mechanic!sevika who now has you propped up on her work bench, miscellaneous tools and parts discarded across the concrete floor.
sevika mercilessly drills into your leaking pussy, her pace is relentless yet you don’t dare to tell her to stop. you’ve dreamt about her bullying your pussy like this far too long to let it stop.
sevika’s thick strap completely fills you up, leaving you speechless at the borderline overwhelming sensation. you weakly grab at her wife pleaser, your back arching against her chest.
“that’s right,” sevika deeply huffs in your ear, “doing so so good for me, keep it up pretty girl…”
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» sevika is a much more tender & considerate partner than people make her out to be!
» her favorite position is the mating press. she loves being all the way inside you. looking deep into your eyes; wiping away any tears and praising you for taking her so well.
» she loveeess to keep a slow pace & holding hands!
» sevika is a top leaning switch and i will die on that hill.
» it’s rare that she keeps her prosthetic arm on during, i can’t imagine it being comfortable to wear during >~<
» she loves making you squirm; something about you writhing underneath her… too consumed with your own slutty greed to tell her no, yet too shy to say yes. she loves slowly pulling the yes out of you.
» sevika makes the most guttural, throaty moans. although she’s not extremely vocal, in really intense sessions she’ll let out raspy high pitched whines.
» she’s probably the most experienced woman you’ll meet, she’s gives pussy whisperer vibes.
» while she does top most of the time, every once in awhile she’ll bottom. she’s used to being the strongest; so it unbelievably turns her on when you take charge.
» her strap is thick. she finds girth being worth more than length. i’d say it’s like 7 in. three fingers wide (can feel like four if she hits a certain angle)
» is big on aftercare. sevika is a nurturer at heart <3
Cw: female!pussydrunk!reader x Sevika, cunningligous (S!recieving), smut, boot-riding, slapping (r!receiving), degradation, pet names used such as; Babydoll, slut, etc. guys I made this at midnight half asleep sorry if i made any mistakes😭😭
Wc: 841
You don’t know how long you’ve been here, it honestly didn’t matter, not when you had Sevika splayed out before you in your shared apartment on the sofa.
It could’ve been seconds, minutes, hours or even fucking days and nothing could’ve ripped you apart from those beefy thighs entrapping you between them.
All you could smell was her musk; sweet yet tinged with something perilous that only lulled your mouth open, your tongue swiping up Sevika’s folds that curled around you so ravishingly you couldn’t help but whine, especially when you sucked onto that deliciously fat clit of her’s that merely you just couldn’t get enough off.
Your resemblance was more of a starved dog in heat; Sevika hasn’t even touched you once, and yet you’ve pathetically cum more times then she has, humping against her boot frantically like it was your only purpose in this world—to be a fucking little slut.
Your scalp burned as Sevika’s fingers tugged the strands of your hair harshly, pulling your head back as your hazy eyes drooped posthypnotically while jagged breaths exited you.
“You alrigh’ down there babydoll?” She let your head tilt against her thigh, nuzzling the veins twitching against her bareness, as the curl of her cigarillo stuck horizontally out of her lips, wafting a ghost of smoke into the air.
“‘M fine.” You mumbled, lips coated in Sevika’s slick as you met her scorching grey eyes that narrowed at your state.
“You seem like it. You like my pussy that much, you slut?” Her thumb swiped over your bottom lip, spreading the reflecting gloss with barely-contained desire in the way her thumb pressed down into your mouth.
You could only whine and nod, shifting your hips rapidly against her boot that met your cunt in a luscious kiss that rolled your head back.
“Mhm-sev…” You tried to control yourself, but fuck your mouth watered everytime you thought about Sevika’s sweet pussy engulfing your mouth fully. It was disgusting—humiliating, downright sinful in the best way possible.
She was giving you a taste of her apple, and you couldn’t help but take a bite like the eve you were.
“Say it.” Her grip faltered on your hair, only to grasp your jaw like one would a toy.
“Need your pussy, sev…” your whisper was of a siren's call, filled with such cupidity you made billionaires look placid, humble, and impeccable.
“Fuckin’ pathetic.” She smacked your cheek once, leaving crimson embarks that burnt your tissue and made a piteous moan leave past your sodden lips.
“Fuck you even like getting slapped.” She spoke with such degradation it irked your body to grasp onto her thighs, leaving red-indents of your presence as shallow rasps escaped you.
“Sevika-please…” You needed her pussy—needed her cum consuming your taste-buds whole while you got off to her just doing nothing while you ate her out like a starved-women.
She took an annoyingly-slow drag of her cigar, leaning back, and to your delight, spreading her legs that only further added to the sopping mess you were making between your thighs.
You didn’t waste any time, besides, Sevika had trained you into having good table etiquette after all.
Her grunts and groans filled your ears as your tongue swirled around her clit, taking prolonged cat-licks that made your eyes roll as you felt that subtle twitch of her thigh against your head.
It was such a woeful sight; you, between her thighs, making all the noises while Sevika quietly shared her groans and grunts like a mere chinese whisper.
And you were about to cum for the third time already, and she could always tell by the way you clawed into her brawny brown thighs, lapping up at her slit with your saliva meeting her slick while your hips rutted against the tips of her shoes.
“S-sev…’m gonna cum again-” your voice was muffled against her steamy cunt, and you could only let out a choked sound as that familiar euphoria built up inside of you again.
“Gonna cum all over my boot while eating my pussy?” She scoffed, but how could she not find this sight pitiful when your big eyes were peering up at her own for permission to cum?
Hm. That’s right, even if you were eating her out like a starved animal had been unleashed inside of you, Sevika was still in control.
“You’re too fuckin’ greedy.” She hissed, pushing her hips back against your mouth as your sounds became muffled against her aching cunt as she held you there by the hair.
Her jaw clenched as her teeth gnawed against each other with tension, her hefty groans echoing into the bases of your mind like a constant bell before you finally heard it—
That one sweet moan that made your body come undone in match with hers—while her own hole gushed violently with her white-juices being licked up feverishly by you, fingers sinking into her thighs like talons off a bird.
You both slumped against each other afterwards, exhausted, but utterly fulfilled.
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Synopsis: After getting into a relationship ending fight with your ex you find yourself at a gas station with only a few dollars to your name and no place to call home. Trucker!Sevika sees a young, pretty thing in need of some help and well... the road can get pretty lonely when you're driving all alone for weeks on end.
Wc: 1.6
Warnings: g!p Sevika, legal but fairly large age gap (S is late 40's, R is early 20's), CNC, dubious consent, slight Somnophilia, Sevika is a perv, musk/sweat kink?, size kink, praise + degradation, unprotected sex + creampie, kidnapping.
An angel sent from heaven, that's what you resembled to Sevika when she pulled up at the truck stop. Crying with your makeup smeared down your cheeks and chin, messed up from how much you've been wiping away the tears.
The thud from Sevika's weight dropping onto the gravel from her truck caught your attention, lifting your head just enough to make eye contact with the stranger.
She was... gross. Her white wife pleaser was stained beyond saving with sweat, oil and grease stains. And something else you couldn't name. The toothpick between her teeth was chewed to death you're surprised she's not got spliters. Her nail beds were nasty too, large calloused hands covered in grime and fuel, cuticles a black color, matching underneath her nails.
Overall she was a mess... just like you, in some way. Only you were showered and more dishevelled than actually dirty. When was the last time she had a shower? The stench was terrible... yeah. Definitely not somewhat pleasing. Her musk was not making you feel oddly aroused. No way.
"Didn't your mama tell ya starin' is rude, doll?" Clutching your singular duffle bag closer to your chest you meet her eyes again. She's chewing on that pick with a smirk that is absolutely devastating, because it's so fucking sexy and you just broke up with your ex and you weren't about to rebound with some dirty trucker.
"Sorry... bad night." Had Sevika not been staring at your lips she wouldn't of known what you said- but lip reading came with the job, making out whatever stupid insults other drivers were shouting in their cars.
"Ain't got nowhere to land, do ya doll?" For a minute you want to protest, tell her you're waiting for somebodyto come and get you and that you'll be fine without her help.
However that would be a lie.
"...no." it was so quiet other than the rumbling of other trucks and the two old truckers with beer bellies laughing just outside the store.
"Get in the truck doll, I've got ya." Before you could think about refusing she'd tossed the truck keys into your lap and started to walk away towards the fuel pump. This was a terrible idea. Horrible. You're probably going to end up being the star of your very own murder documentary... but you really had no other choice.
It was this or nothing.
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"If you wanna settle down for the night, sleepers in the back." It had been an hour since you accepted the ride from the woman- who you'd learned was named Sevika. Peering past the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper your nose wrinkles.
Why you expected her sleeping conditions to be any cleaner than her was beyond you. Of course it was filthy. The mattress had no sheet and there was some... concerning stains. The duvet she did have was as rumpled up into a ball in the corner. And she had one singular fucking pillow.
What. The. Fuck.
"You... you actually sleep back there? Like that?" Sevika's smirk grew as she took a quick peek back into the sleeper, assessing then deciding it was fine.
"Nothin' wrong with that doll, us truckers ain't picky. You take what you can get." Sitting back and refocusing on the road ahead, your eyes keep drifting to her hands. They're disgusting yet you keep imagining them on you for some fucked up reason.
"That's gross. You could at least get a mattress cover or something. Like what are those stains?" A shiver ran through you at your own question. Why did you ask? You don't want to know. The answer is only going to gross you out further.
"Struggle to sleep. Get alotta 'lone time with my fist." She smirks. Your lips purse in disgust.
"Ugh. You're such a perv."
"Like you ain't ever touched your own pussy, bet it's real sweet."
"Something you'll never find out."
"We'll see about that."
Her stench was filling up the cab, a musky, horrid sweaty scent that was doing nothing to help this god awful attraction towards her that you're actively ignoring. The jacket over your lap hides the way your thighs press together- or so you think.
Sevika is observant, has to be when driving a big rig like this. Of course she catches it.
"Got get some shut eye, doll. You're practically fallin' asleep over there." You really shouldn’t. You don't want too, being asleep means being vulnerable... though it had been a long day, and an even longer, emotionally draining evening.
A hour. At most.
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Sevika was trying so hard, so fucking hard. The urge to pull over and climb back there to have her way with you was overwhelming. It had been a good few years since she'd had something so pretty in her grasp- though no amount of time lessened her senses to women who were turned on.
The way you tried to hide it was adorable. She knew you didn't want to be attracted to her, Sevika knows she's a little roughed up, but everyone deserves a little love, right?
Pulling into a nearby, empty pit stop she slows and stops the truck gently as to not wake you. Initially you'd argued, were adamant that you weren't sleeping in her filth, though eventually you gave in. Climbing into the back is a struggle with Sevika being over six foot the sleeper was too small for her alone.
With you in it? She'd make it work.
You'd fallen asleep facing away from the cab, giving Sevika the perfect opportunity to stop down and spoon you from behind. Immediately she feels you tense then relax as she envelops you from behind, her musky scent flooding your senses in the best way possible.
"Sevikaaa... no..." the protest was weak, sleepy and absolutely not at all a real protest. Sevika ignored it and let her hands roam, slipping into your waistband and under your panties. With exploring hands she finds exactly what she thought she would.
Soft. Warm. Wet... and fucking tight. The tips of her two fingers already felt like they were stretching you open and she only had the tips of her digits in there. "Jesus fucking christ doll..."
Her hips roll against you pressing her chubbed up cock between your cheeks. Thank god you wore a skirt... maybe it's not so good for you though she has easy access and that's all she cares about.
By now you were half asleep, half awake your inhibitions weakened. Without restraint Sevika wraps one dirty, calloused hand around one thighs, lifting and spreading you open as she replaces her fingers with her length. A low, feral groan escapes Seviks, her breath hot against your neck as she start to rock the rig rocking along with your bodies as she stuffs you full.
You smelled so fucking sweet it was intoxicating.
Sevika smelled so fucking musky which was also intoxicating in an embarrassing way, because despite denying you wanted this, your body was reacting completely differently. Your hands come to rest on her forearm which was wrapped loosely around your neck to keep you in her hold as she humps into you like your nothing but a warm, wet hole for her pleasure.
"Shit baby... so fuckin' tight." Her hands spread you open wider as her thrusts pick up speed and intensity. The loud 'plap plap plap' of her hips pounding against your fleshy backside filled the small space, bouncing off the sleeper walls accompanied by the embarrassingly loud squelching of your cunt.
Small whines and moans are forced from your sleepy mouth as Sevika has her way with you, giving no option but to take it. Rhythmically your pussy pulses and clenches around her invading length, betraying your disgust with a primal need to be taken.
The position was slightly awkward and Sevika wasn't a young hound anymore but she'll be dammed if she stops or slows down just because her knees hurt. "Look at you... takin' my cock like a filthy fucking street whore hm? Gonna start working the corner to pay me back for all the miles I've driven you hm?"
Sevika's words were cruel, so godamn cruel yet all you could do was let out a pathetic, mindless whimper as your cunt betrayed you once more, gushing around her cock. With each pummel of her hips you could feel her swelling inside you, twitching with need. "That's right baby, lie here and take it. My very own personal cocksleeve... we'll loosen you up, don't worry doll."
Her last few stokes were lazy, her hips rolling and grinding to bury herself as deep as she could get before she let go. Groaning and biting at your sweaty neck she kept still, thighs tensing as she stuffed you full of her seed, the creamy white leaking out around her cock and smearing over your ass cheeks.
She wasn't sure if you came and she couldn't care less if you had. That was the best fuck she's had in... years. She's keeping you. Maybe in the morning she'll find a nice spot to take you for breakfast, knowing you'll be walking around with her dried cum between your legs.
It was unknown to you right now that you were hers, as you fell asleep in her arms again exhausted and completely fucked out. You'd learn soon enough.
Synopsis: After getting into a relationship ending fight with your ex you find yourself at a gas station with only a few dollars to your name and no place to call home. Trucker!Sevika sees a young, pretty thing in need of some help and well... the road can get pretty lonely when you're driving all alone for weeks on end.
Wc: 1.6
Warnings: g!p Sevika, legal but fairly large age gap (S is late 40's, R is early 20's), CNC, dubious consent, slight Somnophilia, Sevika is a perv, musk/sweat kink?, size kink, praise + degradation, unprotected sex + creampie, kidnapping.
An angel sent from heaven, that's what you resembled to Sevika when she pulled up at the truck stop. Crying with your makeup smeared down your cheeks and chin, messed up from how much you've been wiping away the tears.
The thud from Sevika's weight dropping onto the gravel from her truck caught your attention, lifting your head just enough to make eye contact with the stranger.
She was... gross. Her white wife pleaser was stained beyond saving with sweat, oil and grease stains. And something else you couldn't name. The toothpick between her teeth was chewed to death you're surprised she's not got spliters. Her nail beds were nasty too, large calloused hands covered in grime and fuel, cuticles a black color, matching underneath her nails.
Overall she was a mess... just like you, in some way. Only you were showered and more dishevelled than actually dirty. When was the last time she had a shower? The stench was terrible... yeah. Definitely not somewhat pleasing. Her musk was not making you feel oddly aroused. No way.
"Didn't your mama tell ya starin' is rude, doll?" Clutching your singular duffle bag closer to your chest you meet her eyes again. She's chewing on that pick with a smirk that is absolutely devastating, because it's so fucking sexy and you just broke up with your ex and you weren't about to rebound with some dirty trucker.
"Sorry... bad night." Had Sevika not been staring at your lips she wouldn't of known what you said- but lip reading came with the job, making out whatever stupid insults other drivers were shouting in their cars.
"Ain't got nowhere to land, do ya doll?" For a minute you want to protest, tell her you're waiting for somebodyto come and get you and that you'll be fine without her help.
However that would be a lie.
"...no." it was so quiet other than the rumbling of other trucks and the two old truckers with beer bellies laughing just outside the store.
"Get in the truck doll, I've got ya." Before you could think about refusing she'd tossed the truck keys into your lap and started to walk away towards the fuel pump. This was a terrible idea. Horrible. You're probably going to end up being the star of your very own murder documentary... but you really had no other choice.
It was this or nothing.
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"If you wanna settle down for the night, sleepers in the back." It had been an hour since you accepted the ride from the woman- who you'd learned was named Sevika. Peering past the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper your nose wrinkles.
Why you expected her sleeping conditions to be any cleaner than her was beyond you. Of course it was filthy. The mattress had no sheet and there was some... concerning stains. The duvet she did have was as rumpled up into a ball in the corner. And she had one singular fucking pillow.
What. The. Fuck.
"You... you actually sleep back there? Like that?" Sevika's smirk grew as she took a quick peek back into the sleeper, assessing then deciding it was fine.
"Nothin' wrong with that doll, us truckers ain't picky. You take what you can get." Sitting back and refocusing on the road ahead, your eyes keep drifting to her hands. They're disgusting yet you keep imagining them on you for some fucked up reason.
"That's gross. You could at least get a mattress cover or something. Like what are those stains?" A shiver ran through you at your own question. Why did you ask? You don't want to know. The answer is only going to gross you out further.
"Struggle to sleep. Get alotta 'lone time with my fist." She smirks. Your lips purse in disgust.
"Ugh. You're such a perv."
"Like you ain't ever touched your own pussy, bet it's real sweet."
"Something you'll never find out."
"We'll see about that."
Her stench was filling up the cab, a musky, horrid sweaty scent that was doing nothing to help this god awful attraction towards her that you're actively ignoring. The jacket over your lap hides the way your thighs press together- or so you think.
Sevika is observant, has to be when driving a big rig like this. Of course she catches it.
"Got get some shut eye, doll. You're practically fallin' asleep over there." You really shouldn’t. You don't want too, being asleep means being vulnerable... though it had been a long day, and an even longer, emotionally draining evening.
A hour. At most.
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Sevika was trying so hard, so fucking hard. The urge to pull over and climb back there to have her way with you was overwhelming. It had been a good few years since she'd had something so pretty in her grasp- though no amount of time lessened her senses to women who were turned on.
The way you tried to hide it was adorable. She knew you didn't want to be attracted to her, Sevika knows she's a little roughed up, but everyone deserves a little love, right?
Pulling into a nearby, empty pit stop she slows and stops the truck gently as to not wake you. Initially you'd argued, were adamant that you weren't sleeping in her filth, though eventually you gave in. Climbing into the back is a struggle with Sevika being over six foot the sleeper was too small for her alone.
With you in it? She'd make it work.
You'd fallen asleep facing away from the cab, giving Sevika the perfect opportunity to stop down and spoon you from behind. Immediately she feels you tense then relax as she envelops you from behind, her musky scent flooding your senses in the best way possible.
"Sevikaaa... no..." the protest was weak, sleepy and absolutely not at all a real protest. Sevika ignored it and let her hands roam, slipping into your waistband and under your panties. With exploring hands she finds exactly what she thought she would.
Soft. Warm. Wet... and fucking tight. The tips of her two fingers already felt like they were stretching you open and she only had the tips of her digits in there. "Jesus fucking christ doll..."
Her hips roll against you pressing her chubbed up cock between your cheeks. Thank god you wore a skirt... maybe it's not so good for you though she has easy access and that's all she cares about.
By now you were half asleep, half awake your inhibitions weakened. Without restraint Sevika wraps one dirty, calloused hand around one thighs, lifting and spreading you open as she replaces her fingers with her length. A low, feral groan escapes Seviks, her breath hot against your neck as she start to rock the rig rocking along with your bodies as she stuffs you full.
You smelled so fucking sweet it was intoxicating.
Sevika smelled so fucking musky which was also intoxicating in an embarrassing way, because despite denying you wanted this, your body was reacting completely differently. Your hands come to rest on her forearm which was wrapped loosely around your neck to keep you in her hold as she humps into you like your nothing but a warm, wet hole for her pleasure.
"Shit baby... so fuckin' tight." Her hands spread you open wider as her thrusts pick up speed and intensity. The loud 'plap plap plap' of her hips pounding against your fleshy backside filled the small space, bouncing off the sleeper walls accompanied by the embarrassingly loud squelching of your cunt.
Small whines and moans are forced from your sleepy mouth as Sevika has her way with you, giving no option but to take it. Rhythmically your pussy pulses and clenches around her invading length, betraying your disgust with a primal need to be taken.
The position was slightly awkward and Sevika wasn't a young hound anymore but she'll be dammed if she stops or slows down just because her knees hurt. "Look at you... takin' my cock like a filthy fucking street whore hm? Gonna start working the corner to pay me back for all the miles I've driven you hm?"
Sevika's words were cruel, so godamn cruel yet all you could do was let out a pathetic, mindless whimper as your cunt betrayed you once more, gushing around her cock. With each pummel of her hips you could feel her swelling inside you, twitching with need. "That's right baby, lie here and take it. My very own personal cocksleeve... we'll loosen you up, don't worry doll."
Her last few stokes were lazy, her hips rolling and grinding to bury herself as deep as she could get before she let go. Groaning and biting at your sweaty neck she kept still, thighs tensing as she stuffed you full of her seed, the creamy white leaking out around her cock and smearing over your ass cheeks.
She wasn't sure if you came and she couldn't care less if you had. That was the best fuck she's had in... years. She's keeping you. Maybe in the morning she'll find a nice spot to take you for breakfast, knowing you'll be walking around with her dried cum between your legs.
It was unknown to you right now that you were hers, as you fell asleep in her arms again exhausted and completely fucked out. You'd learn soon enough.
Sevika knew that maybe She might've taken it too far. The argument you had last week had indeed not blown over the way she thought it would, you didn't come crawling back the way she thought you would. Though you were stubborn, just dragging it out to be dramatic, that had to be it... right?
The divorce papers that sat on the dining room table infront of her along with her pretty, little wife who looked pissed beyond belief -still- after a whole week was maddening. Her cock should not have twitched when she saw your cute frown, her cock shouldn't have twitched when you realised she wasn't going to entertain the idea so you pushed the papers closer.
But it did.
"I want a divorce, you're a terrible wife." You fold your arms, pouting like a kid in a candy store who had been told no.
Again, Sevika's cock twitched as she imagined those pouty lips wrapped around her shaft as you try to apologise for being so dramatic. "I'm not signing them baby, so you can go ahead and cancel that request."
Her lips twitch as you huff, she can't see it, but she does hear the way your foot stomps on the ground beneath the table. "Sevika you said my hair looked 'okay'. Okay?! I'm your wife and you don't love me anymoreee!!" The whiney tone in your voice, and the flush of your cheeks tells her everything she needs to know.
Even you know you're being dramatic now, but you made your bed and laying in it. Staying on this path because you're to stubborn to admit you maybe overreacted, so you did what you did best. Took it to the extreme.
"Baby, your hair looks amazing now, alright? You got dressed up all pretty to try and leave hm?" She doesn't miss the way your cheeks heat up, flushing a blotchy bright red. No matter how many years you'd been together a simple compliment from her was enough to get you heated.
"Well I-... yes." You whine quietly, avoiding her eyes, knowing she won't sign them because it wasn't actually what you wanted. Dramatics were your thing, it was what you did best. But this... maybe you'd taken it too far. Yet Sevika couldn't be more amused.
Like she knew you were hers and nothing would ever take that away from her. Not a piece of paper, not the law, not the universe. "Get up."
Her voice was immediately lower, dropping to that one she used when she expected compliance. Blind obedience. And you have to physically fight yourself to defy it, god you want to move, your panties were positively more soaked than they were when this conversation started.
"Get. Up. I'm not going to ask you again, wife. Move those feet and get that pretty ass over here, if I have to move you myself don't expect me to be gentle."
Maybe that's what you wanted. What you needed. Over the past week with your dramatics she hadn't touched you- she gave you space to cool off. Though you didn't need space, not really.
You needed her.
"I'm not moving." You keep your arms folded, you try to keep the defiant look on your face even if it falters when Sevika stands. It was hard not to be intimidated by her, she was 6ft 3 of solid muscle. Like an unbreakable brick wall, and your pussy did not get the message. You felt the little gush of arousal soak into the fabric as you clenched. You felt the tingle, that feeling of anticipation, like your cunt knew it was going to get wrecked before your mind had fully caught up.
The slow, almost lazy smirk that spreads all the way to her eyes is dangerous as she moves. There's no rush. She knows you won't run away, Sevika doesn't need to feel your panties to know how wet you are. She's your wife, she can see it in your eyes, they way your pupils are blown, the color easily missed. As she stops in front of you natrually you look up, your eyes meeting hers. The defiance is still there but she knows you're seconds away from breaking. One word. One gesture and you'll break.
"Up. Bend over, now. I'm not askin' love." Before your brain fully registers it, your body is moving, bent at the hips, forearms braced on the table with your palms flat on the wood. The divorce papers right in your face. Sevika steps up behind you, flipping up your flimsy little nightdress you wore- it was all a ploy for sure. You got dressed up so pretty, with easy access. All you needed was a good dicking down and you'd be fine. That's what she told herself, at least. "You're an asshole..."
The muttered words were quiet, ever so quiet but Sevika caught them. Instead of responding with words, she brought her hand down hard, the loud cracking of her hand connecting with your cheek echoed off the walls. "Maybe, but you married me, love. Ain't no going back on that. You're mine."
It was so simple to her. You were hers. Her property. She had you and now she wasn't letting you go... you were stuck in an invisible cage, because you could leave, but you knew you wouldn't. "I'm y-yours!" You cry out as her hand comes down hard on your other cheek, both now stinging and red, marked with her handprints.
"There's my girl."
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No matter how many times you took it, her cock always stretched you out beyond belief. Every drag of her shaft against your inner walls elicited pathetic whines, accompanied by a small gasp each time her tip bullied that spot inside you. "So fuckin' tight baby, it's stretching you so good ain't it love?"
Her words came out forced, through pants and groans as her hips thrust over and over again. Her chest was flush against your back, forcing you down onto the table as she rut into you, giving you nowhere to go, making you take each inch- which you took perfectly. "Nghh 'vika it's s-so... ohh my god-"
Sevika groans into the back of your neck, her breath hot on the already sweaty skin as your walls flutter around her. One arm was around your neck, holding you in a headlock, ensuring you couldn't escape, the other gripping your hip so tight there was guaranteed to be finger shaped bruises there by morning. "Shh I know love, take it for me yeah? Yeahhh that's it good girl." Her hips pick up speed as your gasps get shorter, needier.
She couldn't help the loud groan that escapes her, like a werewolf mid transition as your walls clench and unclench around her shaft, strangling it to the point where its getting hard to move. "Goddamn it love... your cunt is trying to milk my cock huh? Is that what you want? Want me to put a baby in your belly and keep you with me forever, yeah?"
Whatever answer you could manage to spew from ypur lips wouldn't be enough evidence to contradict the way your pussy tightens around her at the mere thought of gettin all swollen with her offspring. "Nghh please baby please! Please... oh god pleaseee-" it's all your fucked out brain could muster up was to beg. The primal need to get bred was overwhelming. Like it was your purpose, because it was. Natrually. Though that wasn't what had you cumming over her cock.
Sevika moans, her hips stuttering as your cunt gushes all over her, soaking her cock and your inner thighs almost instantly. The thought in question? Little mini Sevika's. A little girl with her skin, her hair, her eyes. Or a little boy rough-housing with her mama... yeah. You needed it and you needed it now.
Despite wanting to blow her load right there and breed you, Sevika counts to ten over and over in her head as she keeps thrusting, her hand on your hips sliding around to slowly rub circles on your clit. "Look at those divorce papers baby, you don't want that do you, love? You want me to make you a mommy so so bad, don't ya?"
Her arm around your neck moves to grip your cheeks and force your head down to look directly at the papers. "I don't- mmph I don't wan' it! I wanna..." Words were becoming increasingly difficult to muster with each brush of her fingers on your clit and each slow, dragged out thrust of her hips. Sevika smirks, looking over your shoulder to see the papers completely ruined with drool, and maybe tears. She couldn't see your face but it was certainly wet with something, unfortunately not her cum though.
"Maybe we'll send the papers back like this, ruined just like your pretty little pussy will be when I'm done with you." Her hips still, filling you upto the brim as her pelvis sits perfectly flush against your ass cheeks, reveling in the way your cunt rhythmically clenches with each circle of her fingers on your sensitive nub. "Y-yeahhh..."
You didn't quite know what you were responding to anymore, all you know was that she spoke and you agreed. Your head tilts natrually as her breath ghosts your ear, taking the lobe between her teeth. "Tell me that you're sorry and you love me, baby."
She smirks as your hips grind back into her, desperately seeking the lost friction despite you still being so full of her cock. "I... 'm sorry... I don't wanna.. mmm get divorced." She pulls out slightly, just so she watch you fuck yourself on her cock- which you do immediately. Nails digging into the table, scrunching the papers slightly as you lose yourself in the pleasure of taking your wife wholey. "And?"
She gently slaps your cunt, chuckling atthe soft squeal that escapes you as you grind back on her cock. "And I love you, mmmph I love you so much!" She lets out a feral sound that almost sounds like a growl as she takes over once more. She lets go of your cheeks only to twist your hair around her fist, pulling it back to arch your back. "Good fucking girl, now let me breed this perfect little pussy."
With each pump of her cock you whine so prettily which only spurs her on. Holding her own orgasm back was getting increasingly difficult, especially with how fucked you were. Your pussy responded to each thrust with an obscene, wet squelch and tight squeeze. "That'sss it love squeeze me tight, just like that. So fuckin' perfect for me."
Each argument, all the dramatics, all the whining was worth it. Seeing you like this right now reminded her why she loved you- not because you were insanely hot and so fucking obedient- which was an added bonus. But because you did love her so deeply which was why you got so upset and dramatic over the little things, you wanted her to want you, because you wanted her just as badly.
"Fuuuck baby I'm filling you up-" Sevika's orgasm gets triggered by yours as you soak her shaft once more, cum dribbling out from your needy hole around her cock. Her hips stutter and still inside you as ropes of cum paint your inner wall, with her buried to the hilt it feels like she's shooting her load straight to your womb. "Mm 'vika I'm soo full..." your little, happy whine encourages another small dribble of cum to seep out of her cock, settling nice and deep inside you.
Sevika doesn't pull out, she never does after sex. Admittedly she loves the feelin of softening inside of you as you both come down together. "Gonna be such a pretty mommy, all nice 'n swollen for me. No more dovorce papers, no more whining about your hair. Mkay?" You nod, practically going limp on the dining table as you think about the future, all the babies your going to give your wife that you love so much.
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