#freakvika

She’s so happy when you ride her face, grinding desperately against her chin and nose while she groans against you, tongue out as she presses her face harder to the couch, practically suffocating herself.

It takes some time to make you come and then she pulls back, panting as she lays her cheek on your thigh, giving you a dopey grin.

“Silco’s number two is a regular. I can have Miguel tell you where to find her.”

Your jaw clenches as you hear the words. He better not know where she is. A cough is forced out of your lungs as you shake your head, giving Babette a tight smile.

“If she’s not here, she’ll be at the bar. Thanks anyways.”

You stomp across the street to The Last Drop, weaving past folks too drunk as you get through the doors. Your brows are furrowed as you search amongst the crowd, pushing more strangers to get higher ground.

This is no time to fuck around. You’re livid, how fucking stupid can she be? The second you get your hands on-

You shake your head. Silco has given you a task. You’re here to find her and tell her to get her ass back home. That’s it-

You start to shove people left and right as your frustration grows. And then? Of course…. you find her at the tables.

Sev hears the commotion, eyes catching yours before she cracks a wicked smile, elbowing the player next to her.

“Here comes the Missus. Ball and chain here to drag my sorry ass back home.” her voice filled with feigned exasperation.

You almost snap before pulling up your top up as you walk towards them.

“Was thinking some strip poker. Been a while since I’ve had some fun.”

Sure, she can be a bit cocky but she does what’s best for “the cause” which you can appreciate.

One night, you get a little too drunk at The Last Drop and complain how you just need to get fucked. She gives you a “yeah, must suck” with a roll of her eyes but you just keep bitching and moaning.

“You want to get fucked so bad? C’mon.” She snaps, jaw clenched as she stands up and drags you by the forearm.

She thought it’d scare some sense into you but you just blabber on.

“Oh, you’re gonna show me a good time, Sev?”

“Bet the minute I pulled my shirt off, you’d fucking stutter.”

“Maybe I could eat you out?”

“Fuuuuck.. can I eat you out- please?”