You reallllyyy wanna strap sevika down but she keeps declining the idea.

“Why can’t I?! S’not fair. You like my fingers just fine.”

Sevika could only chuckle at your efforts.

“Babydoll, it’s a no.”

It’s not like penetration wasn’t in the books, no. because she wants rough. Something her size. The more she bounces down, she wouldn’t expect the same feeling once she settled.

She just didn’t know how to admit her fantasy to you.

The thought conjured of your harness slinking down due to the weight of a spiky dick made her boxers soaking.

“How ‘bout I change your mind by having you under me? Hm? How does that sound, princess?”

Bless your soul, she sweetly kept turning you down because your shared purple cock couldn’t ever fill her up properly.

Your eyes would dance on her fixated gaze at the creature cock isle every time a visit occurred. Over time, you made sure she was looking at a specific model. She’d linger a bit too long before pressing the small of your back and to usher at the checkout lane.

If Sevika considered your compromise, she’d wants something that actually gets her off. Full with your dick, and no air to fit. so you invest in the purchase.

“S-sweet Janna.”

“And?”

“I-no.”

She averted her puppy eyes like she wasn’t swallowing drool.

“Don’t act so clueless, Vivi. You’ve been eyeing this thing since February.”

“Was not! S’just. Huge.”

Her stammering only added to the guilty face. Her sentences became more like muttering than coherent words.

“Who wouldn’t look at it?”

…

You make sure you use extra lube for your pretty girl while you wag the tip around in her slick.

God, she knew you were holding this above her always. But Sevika was secretly grateful for you reading her so easily. Knowing that your nasty baby liked getting fucked just as much as you did.

she gets super subby under you, grinding down like she wants you to go for hoursss. You kept smacking her ass when she was taking too much at a time.

“Ah-ah. You just came.”

You put on a shit eating smile, watching her needy hole engulf the next segments more and more. You didn’t dare to pull out so you can watch a practical creampie come out once you were finished with her.

Squelching thrusts became purposefully inconsistent if she didn’t follow your word.

“S-s-swwear to ‘ffuckin’ god you’re gettin’ punishhed after th-this—“

A burning smack ensued again, leaving only another imprint.

“F-fuck! Brat!”

“Mommy. You’re ass up for me. Say your next words carefully.” Came along your classic mocking, arrogant tone you only gave to her when you were being bratty. Not like it mattered now though, did it?

No words were muttered again unless she was told to. Her face was too busy being buried. Hidden in her pillow. Half drool, half tears from the sheer stretch.

Her face scorned with red. She was embarrassed knowing her good girl managed to make the infamous Sevika a vegetative mess.

“Look at yourself,” she growls in my ear, tightening her grip. “Look how fucking nasty you look getting ruined.”