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pt.2 to sevika inspects your pussy

tags: rough fingering, dumbification, squirting, some degrading talk, mean dom sevika

she didn’t dive in.

not yet.

instead, sevika pulled back just enough to take you in, really take you in: spread out on her table, skirt bunched around your hips, panties shoved aside, trembling under her gaze like a storm had cracked you open. and fuck, the smirk on her face? it was pure sin. like she’d already decided how many ways she was going to ruin you.

“you’re so fuckin’ easy, huh?” she murmured, voice gravel-thick and lazy. “soaked and i barely even touched you.”

her hand dipped again between your thighs, and the contact was everything. rough fingers sliding through your slick heat, dragging slowly through folds already throbbing. her hand looked obscene down there, big and battle-worn, knuckles nicked, callouses scratching just barely as she toyed with you. she circled your clit once, and you gasped, back arching so hard you nearly slipped off the table.

“fuck,” sevika muttered, watching how the tiny swollen nub jumped under her thumb. “that all it takes, huh? this little thing’s so fuckin’ needy.”

she pressed again, firmer now, rubbing in slow, tight circles, and you gushed. It was visible, that burst of wet slick that glistened against sevika’s knuckles. you slapped a hand over your mouth, gasping.

but sevika caught your wrist with her free hand and pulled it away from your mouth.

“no. I wanna hear you.”

her voice was rough. commanding. a little hoarse from the smoke and the sheer need simmering just under her skin. “don’t you dare fuckin’ hide from me, doll. not when you feel this good.”

she continued circling, rougher this time, pressing into that little bundle of nerves with the side of her thumb while her other fingers teased lower, stroking the outer lips, dragging through the wetness, spreading you open just to look.

“shit, you’re so wet,” she muttered. “bet you’d suck my fingers right in, wouldn’t you?”

and she tested it, just the tip of one thick finger breaching you, not even pushing yet, just feeling that pulsing slick heat twitching around your entrance.

you moaned again, broken and breathy, your thighs trying to close unsuccessfully.

another rub. another squirt of slick. it ran down the inside of your thigh, and sevika’s eyes burned watching it trail.

“gushing like that every time I hit just right,” she growled. “fuck, it’s hot.”

she shifted her angle, pressed the flat of her thumb against your clit and rubbed tight, fast little circles, and fuck, you sobbed. your body jerked, hands grabbing at sevika’s shoulders for balance, your thighs spasming.

“mm. that’s what i wanna see.”

sevika was relentless now. two fingers slid inside, not slow anymore, but deep. and you cried out, head thrown back, arching so hard your breasts bounced with every breath, nipples flushed and so fucking pretty.

you clenched around her with that velvet heat, tight as a vice, wet as sin.

“you’re squeezing me so fuckin’ hard, baby,” sevika hissed, voice unsteady now, wanting. teetering between restraint and raw hunger. “keep gushin’ like that, and i’m gonna make this a fuckin’ habit.”

you wanted her to. badly.

and when she found that one spot inside, that perfect, swollen spot buried deep that made you go slack-jawed on the first hit? the one that made your eyes flutter and mouth part in a soundless moan like you've just been blessed?

sevika zeroed in.

“ohhh, there it is,” she growled, her smirk turning ruthless.

and then? she hammered it.

fingers curling just right, pressing into that sweet little patch of heaven over and over and over, stroking it with the kind of precision that could only come from a woman who knew exactly how to destroy. her other hand gripped your waist, holding you down, because poor you was jerking off the table now, hips trying to escape the pleasure like it was too much.

“you feel that?” sevika snarled, breath hot against your ear. “right there, huh? that’s where it hits, doll? that’s the fuckin’ button?”

she curled again, deeper, rougher. and you screamed. your fingers clawed at sevika’s arm, head rolling back, and for a second you didn’t even know where you were.

“yeah. that’s what i fucking thought.”

sevika wouldn’t stop. her fingers moved like pistons, steady, hard, brutal in their precision, slamming into that spot again and again while her thumb kept tight, ruthless circles on your clit. slick sounds filled the room, obscene and wet, every pump of her fingers making more gush, more slick, more mess.

“you’re so fucking wet for me,” sevika snarled, voice gone deep and growling. “drippin’ all over my fuckin’ hand. I could drown in you, you know?”

you were wailing now, legs trembling, head tossing, trying to speak, trying to say something, but the words kept breaking apart.

“can’t even talk, huh?” sevika chuckled darkly, bending down to bite at your throat, sucking hard enough to bruise while her fingers never let up. “dumb baby. so fuckin’ cockdumb on my fingers already.”

her palm was soaked. you was gushing on every thrust. your thighs spasmed violently, toes curling in those pretty little panties still clinging to one leg.

“and all this…” sevika muttered, panting against your neck, “from my fuckin’ hand. what d’you think’s gonna happen when I use my mouth, huh? or my strap?”

she twisted her fingers just a little, angled mean, and you convulsed, a full-body shudder.

“you gonna squirt for me?” sevika whispered, dirty and low. “gonna make a fuckin’ mess on my hand, filthy girl?”

you sobbed, barely able to nod, and sevika growled, licking the shell of your ear.

“that’s it. fucking take it.”

she pistoned into you faster, thumb never relenting on that aching clit, while your voice broke into wild, desperate moans. your thighs slammed shut around sevika’s wrist, trapping her there, trying to ride it out, but Sevika just forced them back open with brute strength and kept going.

“you asked for this,” she snarled. “wandering around all sweet, all soft, smelling like fucking heaven—doing that little lip thing, talkin’ all nice…”

another hard thrust, another scream.

“actin’ like you didn’t wanna get ruined.”

and then you arched. back bowing, mouth open in a silent cry. as your orgasm hit. it slammed into you like a wave, crashing through your whole body, legs locking around sevika’s arm, hands clawing at her back, gushing down her fingers in thick, wet pulses that made the woman groan into your skin. you were still wet, pretty pussy twitching in slow, involuntary flutters.

“there it is,” sevika purred, still fucking you through it. “there she is. that’s my girl.”

and you?

collapsed. boneless. wrecked.

exactly how sevika liked it.

this might be the best thing ive ever written holyy

happy pride month to the most repressed queer men.