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You didn’t mean to break it.

Sevika’s workshop had always been a place you tried to stay out of. She was meticulous about her tools, the machinery, and the projects she worked on. You’d learned the hard way to keep your hands to yourself, especially when it came to anything that looked like it could be important. But today, feeling a little more confident, you decided you’d try to help. You saw the piles of things scattered about, the dust and grime that clung to everything, and you thought, Maybe I can just clean up a little. It’ll make things easier for her.

You weren’t even touching anything fragile, just a few stray bolts and tools on the table. But then you bumped into something heavy. A small but complicated-looking device—gears and wires sticking out of it in ways that meant absolutely nothing to you—teetered on the edge. You barely had time to reach for it before it hit the floor with a clang.

Time seemed to slow as you stared down at the wreckage at your feet, your stomach flipping with dread.

Please don’t let her find out. Please don’t let her see it.

But you weren’t so lucky. The moment Sevika stepped into the room, her eyes immediately locked on the mess you’d made, and you saw her face change. That familiar coldness and anger you usually only saw when she was dealing with something real important—something dangerous—settled over her. You knew you were in trouble before she even said a word.

“What the fuck did you do?” Her voice was low, threatening.

“I—I…” you stumbled, trying to form the words. “I didn’t mean to, Sev, I just… I was trying to help.”

“Help?” she spat, taking a step closer, her boots thudding heavily against the floor. “You really thought cleaning up my stuff was helping? You don’t know what the hell you’re doing.”

“I—” You swallowed, but the words caught in your throat. You felt the tears starting to well up, the hot sting at the corners of your eyes. You could feel the panic rising inside you as she towered over you, anger and disappointment dripping from her every word.

“God, you really are fucking useless,” she hissed, her face contorting in disgust. “You can’t even touch something without breaking it. What the hell’s wrong with you?”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You wanted to run, to escape, but your legs felt like lead. She was right. You never got anything right, never did anything without fucking it up. It didn’t matter that you tried so hard, that you thought you were doing something nice, it never seemed to be enough.

“Please, Sevika…” Your voice cracked as you looked up at her, heart aching. “I’m sorry. I just thought… I wanted to help.”

She scoffed, her hand running through her hair in frustration. “I don’t need your help. I don’t need you breaking my shit just so you can feel useful.”

That stung more than anything. You tried so hard to be useful for her, to show her that you mattered, but every time you thought you were getting it right, you ended up letting her down.

Tears began to spill down your cheeks, and you quickly wiped them away, not wanting to seem weak, not wanting her to see you like this.

You wanted to apologize again, to beg her to understand, but the words wouldn’t come. You were too afraid now. Too afraid she was just going to keep ripping into you, telling you how stupid and worthless you were.

And then—just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse—she turned her back to you. The cold, unfeeling silence between you filled the room like a suffocating cloud.

Sevika exhaled sharply, her voice softer, but no less edged. “Just… leave me alone for a while.”

And that was it. You nodded, biting your lip, and slowly backed away. You couldn’t trust yourself to speak, to explain. You just couldn’t handle the look in her eyes.

You heard her walking around behind you, the sound of her movements sending a deep, aching pang through your chest. The door clicked shut softly as you heard her retreat to another part of the building, leaving you standing there, broken.

You’d spent what felt like an eternity in the corner of the room, your head between your hands, quietly sobbing. The tears came faster than you could stop them, the overwhelming sting of rejection and shame burning through you. You couldn’t understand why it always felt like you were the problem. Why every time you tried, you ended up failing. You wanted to be better for her, to show her you weren’t just some burden she had to carry, but every time you messed up, it was like another piece of you broke off.

Eventually, you heard her footsteps again. This time, they were slower, softer.

The door creaked open. You didn’t look up, not at first. You couldn’t. You couldn’t face her after what had happened. But then, her voice—gruff and apologetic—broke through the haze in your head.

“I… I’m sorry.”

You finally lifted your gaze, the sound of her words a shock to your system. Sevika stood there, her face a mixture of guilt and something else you couldn’t quite place. She wasn’t angry anymore. Her hands were in her pockets, shoulders slumped in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“I shouldn’t have said those things,” she continued, her voice quiet. “I was mad. But that’s no excuse for treating you like that.”

You sniffled, rubbing your eyes, still not quite trusting your voice. “But you were right… I always mess everything up.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head slowly. “You didn’t mess anything up. I… I let my frustration get the best of me. You’re not dumb, you’re not useless. I know that. I just… I’m sorry I said that. I should’ve never called you that.”

For a moment, you just stared at her, unsure of what to say. Your chest felt tight, still aching from the sting of her words. But there was a softness in her eyes now, an unspoken apology hanging between you.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like shit,” she whispered. “You mean everything to me. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’ll never do that again, I swear.”

The sincerity in her voice broke through your walls, and you felt the dam inside you break as you choked on a sob. You took a shaky step toward her, and, before you could stop yourself, your arms were around her, holding onto her as if you might shatter if you let go.

Sevika hesitated, then wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close. “I love you,” she murmured, pressing her face into your hair. “I’m sorry, baby.”

You nodded against her chest, the weight of everything you’d been holding in finally releasing as she held you tighter. You could feel the warmth of her body against yours, and, despite everything, it was the comfort you needed.

“I love you too, Sevika,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “And I’ll try harder… I’ll be better for you.”

She pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes softening with the faintest hint of a smile. “You’re already perfect just the way you are, babe.” She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, her voice gentle now. “Don’t ever doubt that.”

You let out a shaky breath, clinging to her. For the first time in hours, you felt like everything might just be okay.

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🥐 Softening the edges

Summery ; Estella, a kind-hearted bakery owner in the bustling city of Piltover, is known for her sweet confections and even sweeter demeanor. Sevika, hardened from her life in Zaun, comes into Estella’s life under less-than-ideal circumstances. Over time, they form an unlikely bond that leads to something neither of them expected.

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The little bakery on the corner of Piltover’s artisan district was a beacon of warmth and light. Estella, the bakery’s owner, embodied its charm—always bright-eyed, smiling, and wearing flour-dusted aprons. Every day, the aroma of fresh bread, cinnamon buns, and lavender scones floated down the street, luring in even the grumpiest customers. But there was one particular customer Estella had yet to win over: Sevika.

Sevika didn’t frequent sweet shops. Her world was one of underground fights and dirty deals, where niceties were a waste of time. However, she had a habit of stopping by Estella’s bakery—not for pastries, but for strong, bitter coffee. She appreciated that Estella didn’t ask questions or push for small talk. Sevika wasn’t the friendliest person, but she wasn’t about to complain about the only place in Piltover that served a decent cup of black coffee without trying to dress it up.

One cold morning, Sevika swung the door open a little too forcefully, setting the bells above it jingling madly. Estella was kneeling behind the counter, picking up a basket of freshly baked rye loaves. Her eyes popped up at the sound.

“Sevika! Good morning!” Estella’s voice was sunshine. She beamed at the towering, scarred woman in front of her.

“Coffee,” Sevika said flatly.

Estella grinned despite the brusque greeting. “I have some ready. Give me just a second!”

She busied herself behind the counter, pouring the dark brew into a clay mug. Steam curled up, bringing with it the rich, roasted scent that Sevika craved. Estella handed it over with care, their fingers brushing briefly. Sevika jerked her hand back as if burned.

“Careful,” Estella said gently. “It’s hot.”

“Yeah.” Sevika didn’t meet her gaze, eyes fixed on the black surface of her coffee. She turned to leave, but something made her hesitate.

Estella noticed. “You okay?”

Sevika froze. “I’m fine. Don’t ask me that.”

Her tone was harsh, but Estella didn’t flinch. Instead, she softened her expression and leaned on the counter. “Okay. But if you ever want to talk, or… need anything, I’m here. No strings attached.”

Sevika stared at her for a long moment. “I don’t do ‘friendly,’ bakery girl.”

“I’m not asking you to,” Estella replied. “Just offering.”

With a grunt, Sevika pushed open the door and disappeared into the street.

Days passed, and Sevika continued to come for her coffee, though she lingered a little longer each time. Estella started to notice the small things—the way Sevika’s shoulders tensed and relaxed depending on the crowd, the glint of something haunted in her eyes. But she never pried.

One evening, just before closing time, Sevika appeared at the door again. This time, she looked… different. Her arm, the one that had been augmented with shimmer-fueled technology, was sparking. Blood dripped from a cut along her cheekbone.

Estella gasped. “Sevika! What happened?”

“None of your business,” Sevika snapped. She staggered inside, breathing heavily. “Just give me the damn coffee.”

“Coffee’s not what you need right now.” Estella stepped around the counter, grabbing a clean towel. She hesitated only for a second before reaching for Sevika’s face.

“What are you doing?”

“Helping,” Estella said simply. “Sit down before you pass out.”

For once, Sevika didn’t argue. She slumped into a chair, scowling but too tired to protest. Estella pressed the towel to the cut, careful not to irritate it further. Her touch was so gentle, Sevika found herself leaning into it without thinking.

“Does this happen a lot?” Estella asked softly.

Sevika huffed. “Occupational hazard.”

“That’s not really an answer.”

“Stop digging.”

Estella nodded. She didn’t push, instead focusing on cleaning the wound and calming Sevika’s sparking arm. When she was done, Sevika felt lighter than she had in weeks.

“Thanks,” Sevika muttered.

“You’re welcome,” Estella replied, smiling.

The next morning, Sevika returned to the bakery. Estella greeted her with the usual smile, but today there was a small box on the counter.

“What’s that?” Sevika asked, eyeing it suspiciously.

“A gift,” Estella said. “Open it.”

Sevika’s first instinct was to refuse, but something in Estella’s expression stopped her. She popped the box open and found a small, perfectly golden pastry inside.

“It’s a honey bun,” Estella explained. “Thought you might like it.”

“I don’t eat sweets.”

“You don’t have to. But it’s here if you want it.”

Sevika carried the box out without another word. Later that night, when no one was watching, she took a bite. It was soft, warm, and tasted like kindness.

The days turned into weeks, and Sevika found herself visiting more often. Estella learned to read her moods—when to chat and when to let silence fill the space. Slowly but surely, Sevika began to open up. Little by little, the bakery became more than just a stop for coffee. It became a safe place.

One rainy evening, Estella was closing up when Sevika knocked on the door. She was soaked to the bone, and her usual gruff demeanor was gone.

“Hey,” Estella said, unlocking the door. “You’re drenched.”

“Yeah.” Sevika stepped inside, water pooling at her feet. “I… didn’t know where else to go.”

Estella’s heart ached at the vulnerability in those words. “You’re always welcome here.”

She fetched a towel and some tea, guiding Sevika to sit by the small fireplace in the corner. For the first time, Sevika let herself relax completely.

“You’re too good, you know that?” Sevika said quietly.

“I just care,” Estella replied. “About people. About you.”

Sevika looked up, meeting Estella’s gaze fully. “I don’t deserve it.”

“That’s not for you to decide.”

Something shifted between them then—a fragile, unspoken understanding. Sevika reached for Estella’s hand, and Estella didn’t pull away.

For the first time in a long time, Sevika felt like she belonged.

The days following that rainy evening felt different. Sevika still grumbled and glared at anyone who looked at her the wrong way, but Estella noticed something new—she lingered longer, softened more easily, and even gave small, grateful smiles when no one else was watching.

One afternoon, Estella had just finished arranging a tray of berry tarts when the bell over the bakery door rang. She turned, expecting the usual sight of Sevika in her thick coat. But instead, Sevika was standing there, looking unusually uncertain. In her hands was something wrapped in crumpled brown paper.

“What’s this?” Estella asked, stepping closer.

Sevika cleared her throat, looking everywhere but at Estella. “You’re always giving me stuff. Thought it was… time I returned the favor.”

Estella’s heart skipped a beat as she gently took the package and unwrapped it. Inside was a small, intricately carved wooden flower—a lotus, to be exact. Its petals were smooth and delicate, with a faint shimmer of varnish.

“It’s beautiful,” Estella whispered, tracing the edges.

“Not really,” Sevika said, her voice gruff. “It’s just… something I made when I had downtime.”

“It’s perfect,” Estella insisted. She set the carving on the counter and took Sevika’s hand without thinking. “Thank you.”

For a long, quiet moment, Sevika didn’t pull away.

But life in Piltover and Zaun was never simple, and peace never lasted long.

Late one evening, Sevika arrived at the bakery, breathless and tense. “Estella,” she said urgently. “You need to close up. Now.”

Estella blinked, confused by Sevika’s sharp tone. “Why? What’s going on?”

“There’s trouble,” Sevika growled. “Some old enemies of mine are looking for leverage. If they find out you’re—” She stopped herself, jaw tightening.

“If they find out I’m what?” Estella asked, stepping closer.

Sevika swallowed hard. “Important to me.”

Estella’s eyes softened, but there was no time for tenderness. Outside, the sound of heavy boots echoed down the street.

“Back room,” Sevika ordered. “Now.”

Estella obeyed without question, ducking behind the storage door. Sevika turned to face the entrance just as a group of thugs burst in. They were scarred, dirty, and armed with brass knuckles and jagged blades.

“Well, well,” the leader sneered. “If it isn’t Sevika. Heard you’ve gone soft.”

Sevika cracked her knuckles. “You’re about to find out just how soft I am.”

The fight was brutal but quick. Sevika moved with the precision of someone who had fought a thousand battles. In mere minutes, the thugs were sprawled on the bakery floor, groaning in pain. Sevika wiped blood from the corner of her mouth and turned to the back room.

“It’s over,” she called.

Estella rushed out, her eyes wide with worry. “Sevika—your arm—”

“It’s nothing,” Sevika muttered.

“It’s not nothing.” Estella grabbed a first-aid kit and started tending to the bruises and cuts. Her hands trembled slightly as she worked.

“You shouldn’t have to deal with this,” Sevika said softly.

“I choose to.” Estella met her gaze, her expression fierce and unwavering. “I care about you, Sevika. I’m not going anywhere.”

Something inside Sevika cracked—something she had kept locked away for years. Without thinking, she cupped Estella’s face with her good hand.

“I don’t deserve you,” Sevika whispered.

“Yes, you do,” Estella said firmly. “More than anyone I know.”

And before Sevika could argue, Estella leaned in and kissed her—soft, sweet, and full of everything Sevika had been afraid to hope for.

The next morning, the bakery felt lighter. Estella hummed as she kneaded dough, and Sevika sat at her usual table with a steaming mug of coffee. The sunlight streamed through the windows, warming the space and casting golden light across the floor.

For the first time, Sevika felt at peace.

“You’re happy,” Estella said, noticing the change in Sevika’s expression.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Sevika grumbled, but there was no edge to her voice.

Estella laughed. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

They spent the day together, Estella teaching Sevika how to make pastries despite Sevika’s insistence that “baking is for soft people.” By the end of the lesson, flour coated both of them, and Sevika’s scowl had turned into something dangerously close to a smile.

As the day faded into evening, Estella wrapped her arms around Sevika from behind.

“Stay for dinner?” Estella asked.

Sevika turned, resting her forehead against Estella’s. “I’m not used to this.”

“I know,” Estella said softly. “But we’ll figure it out together.”

Sevika kissed her again, slow and tender. And for the first time in a long, long while, she believed that maybe—just maybe—there was a future worth fighting for.

The end..

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Dangerous arrangements

Caitlyn kiramman X American Mary! Reader

The underbelly of Piltover was not unknown to Caitlyn Kiramman, but she had never seen it from this angle before—dim candlelight flickering against surgical steel, the scent of antiseptic barely masking something more primal.

You stood before her, arms crossed, dressed in a crisp apron that once had been white. Your reputation preceded you. The name whispered in the darker circles of the city: a surgeon who could do what the reputable doctors wouldn’t, for a price.

Your skills were unconventional, your clients even more so.

“Miss Kiramman,” you greeted, voice smooth but carrying an edge of amusement. “Not often I get Piltover’s finest in my space.”

Caitlyn’s fingers twitched near the holster at her hip, but she didn’t draw. Instead, she studied you, her sharp blue eyes scanning the instruments behind you. Scalpel, sutures, implements designed for… transformation rather than mere healing.

“I need information,” she stated, forcing herself to meet your gaze. “Someone’s been disappearing from the underground—people with money, influence. And they all have… connections to body modifications.”

You tilted your head, the corners of your lips quirking up. “And you think I had a hand in it?”

Caitlyn inhaled, steady. “I think you know who did.”

Silence stretched, thick with tension. Then, a slow, knowing smile spread across your face. You stepped closer, just enough that she could see the crimson stains at your cuffs, the glint of something wicked in your eyes.

“I might,” you admitted. “But knowledge isn’t free, Officer.”

Caitlyn’s pulse quickened. She knew this was dangerous. You were dangerous. But she had no choice but to play your game.

And something told her you loved that.

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The maid

Cassandra kiramman X maid!reader

You were never supposed to be in her study.

That was the first rule of working in House Kiramman—stay out of the Lady’s private quarters unless summoned. But tonight, you had been asked to clean the room while she was away at a late meeting. You had done your work quietly, dusting shelves and polishing her grand mahogany desk. It wasn’t until you trailed your fingers over a delicate glass paperweight that you heard the door click shut behind you.

Your stomach dropped.

“I don’t recall giving you permission to linger,” came the smooth, commanding voice of Lady Cassandra Kiramman.

You turned quickly, heart hammering, only to find her leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. She looked breathtaking even in the dim light, her sharp blue eyes watching you like a predator sizing up prey.

“Mrs kiramman I was just finishing up.” You mumbled as I gripped the rag.

Her lips curved into something wickedly amused. “Finishing?” she mused, stepping closer, the sound of her heels clicking against the floor making your knees weak. “And yet, you’re still here.”

You opened your mouth, but words failed you as she reached out, taking your chin between her fingers, tilting your face up to meet hers.

“You’re such a delicate thing..” she murmured, thumb brushing over your trembling bottom lip. “So obedient… most of the time.

Your breath hitched as spit got stuck in your throat. The apple bobbing slightly as you try to calm your nerves, Mrs kiramman was a very authoritative woman. So yes you were quite nervous around her.

“I didn’t mean to, I just got carried away-“

Her grip tightened just slightly, enough to silence your excuses. “Shh. Don’t lie to me, little one. I think you enjoy pushing boundaries.” Her tone was velvet over steel, rich with authority. “Or perhaps… you just wanted my attention?”

Your face burned. You’d never admit it aloud, but the way she looked at you, the way she commanded every room she walked into, had always made you feel—things. Things a maid had no business feeling for her employer.

She must have seen the truth written on your face because she chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. “Oh, my sweet girl,” she cooed, leaning down until her lips were just barely ghosting over your ear. “If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.”

Before you could process her words, she spun you around, pressing your hands against the smooth surface of her desk.

“Since you seem so eager to be in my study,” she purred, her hands trailing down your arms, “let’s make sure you learn your lesson properly.”

You swallowed hard, the heat of her body so close behind you making your knees weak.

“Tell me, little one…” Her fingers traced the hem of your uniform, teasing the fabric. “Have you ever been properly disciplined before?”

Your breath came in shaky gasps, and you weren’t sure if you were terrified or desperate for more.

“Answer me,” she commanded.

“Well I mean no I suppose…”

She hummed in approval, her hands ghosting over your waist before gripping it firmly. “Good,” she whispered, lips brushing against your neck. “Then I’ll enjoy breaking you in myself.”

she started to kiss down your neck leaving small tender bites on the way down, as one of her icy cold hands venture up under your shirt, and trailing up your stomach. Your eyes flutter close as you bite your lip to hide a whimper, stuck in your throat.

Then oh so suddenly she pulls away, leaving you shocked and look over at her.

“Oh what’s wrong sweetheart? You thought I was going to give into you?” She tsk’s at you. “I wouldn’t give you anything since you don’t wanna listen, and let that be a reminder.” She says with a firm tone and walks out of the office leaving you on the desk, needy and underwhelmed.

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Frustrated

˚🥂⋆｡˚ ⋆ Warnings; 16+ WfW, sub!reader, dom!sevika, thigh riding, sexual frustration, hair gripping, body gripping, sexual talk, use of pathetic towards reader!

˚🫧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Announcements; Omg you guys went insane on my last post thank you so much!! Also i’m going to try to post at least twice a day my next post will probably be about caitlyn! but send me some recommendations for imagines for you guys! Also this is not proofread and my first language is. or english stick with me please😭

There you lay in your bed rubbing your thighs together pathetically, trying to create some friction to relieve the ache in your cunt but truthfully it’s no use. You just can’t seem to make yourself feel as good as Sevika does, he thick fingers are the only thing that can actually fill you up and give your that mind shattering orgasm, you’ve tried yourself time and time again but it was just no use. You needed her.

You hear the front door open and you walk downstairs with a solemn expression on your face “hey honey…oh what’s wrong?” Sevika ask confused, to her you seemed fine before she left to go do things for Silco but little did she know you were sexually frustrated and have been for days. But of course her being silcos right hand women she had stuff to do, all the time. Leaving her poor baby all pent up and frustrated (how sad) but of course you weren’t gonna say anything because you didn’t wanna bother her with your little issue when she had bigger ones to handle.

“oh nothin..” you say sighing softly with a small smile trying to ease her worries, but Sevika doesn’t let it down she knows something’s up because normally you’d come running into her arms while she’s barely in the door giving her a big kiss. “Yeah right, something’s up now sit down and tell me.” Sevika says sternly as she guides you to the couch pushing you down, “spill it.” she says looking down at you with her arms crossed. You look down at your lap embarrassed, wondering if you should really tell her or not “ ‘s really nothin…” you mumble as your cheeks heat up.

But before you can get anything else out Sevika is grasping your chin making you look up at her “i’m not gonna tell you again.” Sevika says sternly, you can see the irritation in her eyes growing with each second passing as you keep holding back what to tell her, so finally you just decided to blurt it out. “i’m just frustrated okay you’ve been so busy and have made no time for me and now that stupid ache won’t go away and only you can fix it!” you squeak out, Sevika hearing this makes her smirk as she hears you blurt out you just need a little love in…certain areas.

“hmm i see…you just want some attention huh?” sevika mumbles raising a eyebrow, sitting next to you on the couch patting her thigh, you redden as you perch yourself on her right thigh. You feel that wet spot in your underwear get ten times worse as soon as your thigh meets her leg, you whimper as you feel her thick, muscular thigh flex, Sevika smirks “oh you poor thing just so worked up…” Sevika mumbles as she traces her fingers across your collarbone. “go ahead, rub yourself on my thigh.” sevikas mumbles as she sit back putting her hands on the sides of her lap, you look at her with needy eyes and “but!” you whine just wishing she would do it herself cause you just can’t get yourself their like Sevika can. “you want it so bad do it.” Sevika says sternly. You look at her as you place you hands on her thigh grinding your hips down, you let out a pathetic whine and Sevika chuckles “look at you” she coos as she grasps your hips in her hands pushing you down harder and moving your hips for you, “ngh f-fuck sevika..” you moan softly as you feel your stomach tighten. “already so close…” Sevika whispers in your ear, kissing down your neck making you move your hips faster seeking out your high, your juices leak down her thigh as she watches you with a smirk. “mm gonna cum” you mumble as your head falls forward against her chest.

Sevika laughs “go ahead baby cum for me” she helps you move your hips a little faster, bringing you to the edge. Your orgasm hitting you like a train, you moan loudly as your juices leak all over her thigh creating a big wet spot “mm look at that..” sevika chuckles as she pets your head that’s laying on her chest “feelin better?” sevika asks softly, putting a finger under your chin and lifting your head. You nod as you catch your breath, Sevika stands up with you still in her arms carrying you towards the bedroom. She lays you down on the bed, crawling on top of you, you look at her confused “you didn’t think we were done right?” Sevika says laughing as she kisses down your neck “oh baby we’re just getting started” she mumbles huskily. Oh you’re in for a long night…

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˚🥂⋆｡˚ ⋆ Warnings; 16+ WfW, sub!sevika(kinda?) fingering, eating out, hair gripping yk!

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“fuck please…” sevika cries out as she threads her fingers through your hair pushing you down slightly, your nose bumping her clit sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her legs on top of your shoulders, your arms wrapped around her thick thighs as you lap at her cunt, your fingers pistoling in and out of her hole “gonna cum, love?” you say pulling away with a slight smirk as your fingers don’t give up the relentless pace.

“shut the fuck up.” sevika growls out as she shoves your face back into her cunt, you going back to lapping up the juices flowing out. You feel her legs start to tremble around your head and you smile into her, “cmon baby cum for me” you mumble sending vibrations through her body making her still as her orgasm hits her like a truck. She keeps your head right where it is, you keep fucking your fingers in and out of slower as she ride out her orgasm, basically riding your face as well, you sit up licking your fingers clean of her juices. “god…you-you’re something else..” sevika mumbles soflty as she catches her breath. You smile leaning up and kissing her lips, laughing softly.