sevikaslatinawife

[sevikaslatinawife]

loser! sev getting all whiny and pathetic when she eats you out, rutting her hips against the mattress, cumming in her pants, accidentally overstimulating you like crazy because she's just loves it so much.

accidentally overstimulating HERSELF from eating you out?????? GODDDDDDD

HEHEHEH i said i was gonna respond to these as small little thoughts but i wanna write a real blurb about this because. wow. so true and real it brought tears to my eyes. THANK U FOR THISSSS i wish i could keep it in my asks forever hehehe… 18+

your wife has had one of the worst weeks of her life. the undercity has just completely gone rogue ever since silco has passed, and every effort she’s made to have everyone band together against topside is just worthless. nobody wants to listen to her, too obsessed with their own personal drama to see the bigger picture.

to make matters worse, she’s had to keep jinx under control too. when sevika imagined silco’s death, she didn’t imagine him leaving jinx in the will. and as if the sudden addition of jinx into her life wasn’t enough to stir the pot, jinx has found her own stray now too.

she’s exhausted. sick of sleepless nights spent erasing and rewriting silco’s mistakes, the bitter frost lingering in the streets leaving everyone in a tense and irritable mood. of fucking course she’s the one who has to deal with it, nobody else wants to take a stand or set things straight.

seeing her this way breaks your heart. she barely comes home anymore, usually to be found slumped over silco’s desk with a half empty bottle of whiskey at her side. her arm thrown across the table, an empty promise of getting it fixed and reattached hanging over her head. what she really needs is a new arm, but she refuses to take smeech up on his offer.

god damn it, your wife is so fucking stubborn. it turns you on immensely. because she’s loyal. she’s offered a brand new arm with all of the bells and whistles she could ever ask for, as long as she turns in jinx. easiest job ever, and she’s never liked the blue haired kid anyways. yet, she stands her ground. instead she’s been taking insults like “a bird without wings is just a funny lookin’ rat.” and trying to navigate her life with only one half of herself.

but tonight, she’s gonna make her absence up to you. she wanders home through the dark streets and alleys of zaun, straight to your shared doorstep. one could barely call it a house, as there weren’t really any dwellings that have survived this long in the undercity without being overtaken by moss and vines or crumbled to pieces— but it certainly was a home. especially when she gets to walk in and see you looking cozy and domestic.

you stare up at her when she saunters through the door, a crease between her brows and wet, red eyes painting her face as usual. she sighs, walking over to you and joining you on the couch. in an instant, she’s in your arms again. just the way you like it. without a word, you massage her temples as she nuzzles her face deeper into your hold. your touch is magic, she can feel the month long migraine she’s had suddenly disintegrating.

before she can stop it, before she even realizes what’s happening, hot streams of tears leak out of her eyes and roll down her cheeks. you coo at her and swipe them all away, kissing the top of her head repeatedly as a reminder of your love. yeah, it’s been a day or two since you’ve seen her, and sure, it’s been even longer since you’ve been on a date or had any sort of alone time, but you know that it isn’t personal. she’s trying her best, even if that means stumbling over her words and tripping over her feet.

“bad day, huh?” you ask, another kiss to the top of her head.

“bad week, bad month, bad year…” she responds with a sniffle. “i just wanna be close to you.”

she peeks up at you though her wet eyelashes, some of her black eye makeup smudged around her eyes. you giggle at her, she’s so fucking adorable. and so sweet, so hardworking, so gentle. before you can muster out an ‘i love you’, she bolts forward and catches your lips in a sweet kiss, pinning you to the couch.

“sev, god, you’re so needy.” you pant when she finally releases your lips to catch her breath.

“i’ve missed you, shit. wanna taste you so bad.”

with that, she shoves your pants down, already eagerly sucking bruises into your neck. you groan, you’ve forgotten how good your wife’s touch feels. a big, warm hand wraps around your own, and although they’re rough and cracked, you’ve never felt anything softer. tears threaten to spill out of your own eyes with the amount of love and adrenaline pumping through your veins, but sevika grounds you by shuffling on top of you.

you think she’s about to sit her cunt on top of yours as she strips herself of her pants, but you’re mistaken, and you realize this when she whimpers out a little “hand me that” and nods toward one of the pillows behind you.

confused and turned on as you are, you do as she asks and hand her a throw pillow which instantly gets shoved between her thighs. she wastes no time in diving forward to lick up all of your arousal, her eyes growing starry as a little string of white connects itself from your clit to the tip of her nose. you almost faint. fuck, you’ve missed her face, even more what it can do to you. so you buck your hips up and slowly grind yourself against her face, sevika matching your pace with her own hips.

in an instant, she’s lost in the pleasure— more specifically the taste of you and the slow grind of her cunt against the pillow. moans vibrate through your folds as she buries her face between your spread legs, and you whimper, already embarrassingly close to the finish line.

surprisingly, sevika cums first, the pillow cradling her wet cunt as she humps against it in time with her licks and sucks. that doesn’t stop her, and she doesn’t even stop after you cum and start yanking her head away out of intense pleasure. she can’t stop, though, not now. she’s in too deep. literally. her tongue is buried inside of you and her nose runs over your clit with every thrust, her mind absolutely racing with emotional thoughts and horny feelings.

“sevika, please!” you grunt, her grip on your hips is relentless. “babe, i already came, that’s enough.” but judging by the way she completely ignores you, you wonder if she even heard you at all.

she whines when you tug on her hair or push her shoulders away with the heels of you feet, her face completely melted to your cunt. she never stops fucking her pillow, and now her clit is red and rubbed raw by the cloth. she doesn’t know how many orgasms she’s had, it could range between three and twenty. she lost count when she came for the umpteenth time after you pulled her hair and moaned her name at the same time.

tears spill from her eyes again, but this time they’re happy tears. god, she’s missed you, and she doesn’t ever wanna stop. you take her face in your hands when you notice the sobs and sniffles she’s letting out, along with more whimpers and groans. this time, she relents, slowing her own hips first and then licking up the rest of the cum and spit between your thighs.

“sev, baby, what’s wrong?” you ask, concerned that maybe you hurt her or she hurt herself.

“i just missed you…” she starts. “and i love you so much.” she crawls up your body and lays her head on your stomach while you both catch your breath, the pillow being discarded on the floor. your fingers work wonders on her scalp, and she almost falls asleep after half an hour of matching her breathing to yours.

“don’t fall asleep yet.” you warn, although you’ve been yawning more than she has. “you still need to carry me to bed and tuck me in like a gentleman.”

“you might have to be the gentleman tonight,” she giggles. “i don’t think my legs are sturdy enough to carry us to the bedroom right now.”

[sevikaslatinawife]

: •̩̩͙ ໋ TAKE A DIP IN MY LAKE ˖ Sevika.

firefighter!sevika x goth fem!reader

genre(s) - one-shot, lesbian erotica, moms!best friend, older x younger

description - you’ve known sevika since forever, of course having feelings for her but you swear it’s gone. that is until you come back from college for the summer and realize this woman has gotten hotter and your feelings are just as worse than last time.

warnings - making out, profanity, groping, nipple/breast play, spitting, dom!sevika, face sitting, pussy eating, praise kink, sevika is forty-one while reader is twenty-one, sevika wearing a dog tag, smoking weed, fingering, pet names (pretty girl, good girl, baby), overstimulation, dacryphilia, dirty talk(?). 18+ only, minors & men dni.

word count - 5.1k

tay's letter 💌 - i realize i could’ve made this into a drabble. i was also planning on dropping a subby!sevika smut i had in the drafts for the longest but…um well that shit ain’t done. p.s. i might make this into a series, lemme know.

Stockings stick to your legs, your body heat grows hotter the longer you sit outside. Even your panasonic headphones started to create sweat around your ears, causing you to wipe it off at times. The sun blazed onto the concrete, drying the rain that once was there from last night, it seemed as if you were stuck in the hottest desert as punishment when in actuality, the real punishment was watching your friend’s younger brother play in the parking lot and making sure he doesn’t run into incoming cars.

Matthew and his three other friends had busied themselves with writing on the concrete, the chalk now in a bucket, hands dusty and mixed with sweat as they ran around on your mother’s lawn playing basketball. Shouting at each other to pass the ball, as some other kids in the neighborhood rode on bicycles.

You, keeping yourself grounded by listening to music on your old ipod you found the other day while cleaning your room. Shocked that it even still works, you figured it would’ve stopped by how many years it’s been.

Yet, the old thing is still kicking, unlike your easy bake oven you also found deep in your closet. Leaning your hands backward, your right leg crossed over your left as your head tilts back, enjoying what was peaceful. You needed this, especially now that you busied yourself with taking care of your friend’s brother while she worked. Your eyes closed, thoughts allowing the music to take you on a journey.

In your mind, you thought back to her and last night’s dinner. The way the metal ring on her right middle finger fiddled as she spoke to your mom about work. Lips glossed with grease from the baked chicken, tongue licking it off with a beat as she continued to speak. Fuck, you needed her.

And you hated that, hated how even though you promised yourself what you’re feeling is months of not being touched by someone when in reality you knew it’s because you’re desperately needy for her. You thought back to her voice, humming to yourself as you heard it.

Blinking a few times, your brows furrow as you look back to Matthew who is now standing in front of you. You pull your right earphone off, “what?” Confused etched on your face, “My sister’s here.” He mutters, and you look toward a black car, windows down, seeing your friend. You sigh and stand, following him to the car and helping him get in the passenger seat. “Look at you, hot stuff, how was this one?” She asks, her eyes locked on yours and you shrug. “He and his friends were good like always,” which places a smile on her face.

“They better been,” she stretches her arms, “anyway, I’ll catch up with you later, love you.” She finishes and you nod, waving at all four of them once she drives off. You sigh, turning around and walking back into the house, turning the ac on, you sit in the recliner chair, turning the volume up to your ipod and thinking back to Sevika.

It was dumb how much you missed a woman you saw not even twenty-four hours ago. It was dumb how you missed discreetly staring at her and hoping she would catch you, maybe she did but you weren’t one to be delusional.

But then again, delusion is what keeps the heart happy.

You continue to think back to Sevika’s voice, almost treating it like an audio, almost. You were tempted to say fuck it and pull your skirt and stockings down, touching your wet cunt. Biting on your bottom lip and sighing heavily, you shake your head. You weren’t in your own place, anyone could walk in the house, and this was during the time your mom would be getting home from work anyway.

You grip the chair’s handle, breathing through your nose as your mind starts to think about Sevika's sweet tongue rolling around your c-

Again, interrupted by something, your eyes widen and you groan dramatically. Pulling your earphones off and standing, tossing it on the chair, you walk up to the door.

Opening it, the words that were about to leave your lips cut off as you stare at your dream. Hair stuck on her forehead, her lips formed in a smirk and her black t-shirt had been a bit messy with oil. Her left short sleeve pushed up showing more of her muscles while her dog tag had been showing. She had on grey sweatpants, clearly coming off shift and tired.

“You’re gonna let me in or stare, pretty girl?” Her voice rasp yet smooth like butter, even though you knew it was a rhetorical question, it still felt as though it was just a statement.

And you obliged, opening the door for her and letting her pass through. “Mom’s not here yet.” You exhale, getting a whiff of her, patches of smoky sandalwood and chocolate pomegranate, her scent.

Looking around the house, Sevika’s eyes land on your figure. “Not every time I visit, I’m searching for her.” The steps she takes to you are slow but intentional. “Maybe, what I’m looking for is right in front of me.” Sevika purposefully whispers now that she stands in front of you.

Her body was so close you could almost feel it, and you wanted to. You blink a couple of times, your chest rising faster. “Talk to me, wanna know how your week has been.” She crosses her arms, flexing her biceps and you look. You could moan right there for her, you would do whatever she wanted you to do.

You gulp and look back at her eyes, those sweet grey with specs of blue in them. She tilts her head to the right, waiting.

You clear your throat and rest your hands in front of you. “Well, my week hasn’t been so extravagant. I’m just taking care of my friend's brother, that’s really about it.” You shrug and Sevika nods, humming, “Sounds hectic,” she grumbles and you shake your head. “Actually it’s pretty peaceful, he’s very relaxed and respectful plus I see him as my own little brother so it’s easy.” Sevika nods again, keeping her arms crossed.

Your eyes look down at it again, wishing she could tighten the grip just a bit. “So, what are you doing here?” You ask her, a sigh escaping her lips as you clasp your hands together.

“Work was a bit exhausting today, needed to see if I could get my mind off it.” She replies, turning around and you can see her back muscles even through her shirt. Walking to the living room, you follow behind. “Well-” Cutting you off, Sevika turns to you, a raised brow and her hands resting on her hips.

“This might come off a bit bold, but do you still smoke?” She questions, biting her bottom lip while she thinks. You nod, a bit shocked that she’s asking.

“I think all I have at the moment is a gram, if not it’s just roaches.” You explain to her and she nods, “That’s fine, I don’t care, just need something in my system.” You nod, watching her sit down on the couch. Figuring that’s your cue, you run upstairs into your room, going through your draw and finding your weed. Picking up your rollers lighter and bowl, you breathe out heavily as you reach your door.

“I’m really smoking with this woman, what the fuck is my life.” You whisper yell to yourself before heading back downstairs.

Reaching the first step, there you could see Sevika’s head resting back, eyes closed. Bracing yourself, you walk over, seeing her legs stretched out while her hands rest on them. You take the small bowl and place it down on the counter. Sevika leans back up, stretching her right hand out on the couch as she watches attentively.

Your ass is in her view, her eyes look up and down at you, taking in your beauty. Biting down her lip, you turn, blinking a couple of times and clearing your throat. “I’m done rolling yours.” You inform and she looks back at you, her smirk widening. “Thank you, pretty girl, such a good worker for me.” She rasps, making you shiver at her tone.

You nod, “just doing as much as I can.” You reply, mentally cringing at yourself and you look back at what you’re doing, rolling your blunt. “You’ve smoked blunts before?” You ask for clarification and she hums, “used to smoke these like crazy back in college, but that was way before I had gotten a serious job and had to look serious for the part.” She lets out, a groan escaping her lips, turning you all mush. You finish rolling yours, picking up your lighter, and sitting beside her, keeping space between you two. Flickering the lighter on, you place it against your blunt and then press it against Sevika’s.

It’s quiet in the house for the moment, you two taking your initial inhale, and enjoying it. Sevika coughs a little and you smile a little, a giggle escaping your lips which makes her smile at you. “What’s so funny?” She questions, eyeing you and you shrug. “Clearly it’s been a min since you picked up one.” You nod at the blunt and she looks down at it in her fingers.

“Yeah,” she then looks at you. “But I’m still a pro.” She whispers.

The tingles you felt from last night come right back, her eyes glinted something you couldn’t pick up. She pulls the bling back to her lips, and you watch, doing just the same.

It’s quiet between you two, busy favoring the blunt. You and Sevika needed this, she needed it to cut the edge from work and you needed it to cut the edge of your mind. As minutes passed and the clock ticked from the grandfather clock, you turned to look at her.

Sevika watched you as you took another drag, the smoke curling through the air like a wispy serpent in the night.

Her gaze fixed on your lips, attaching itself to the blunt, how you round your lips into an ‘o’. She wondered how that look around her strap, how your eyes would look when she thrusts it down your throat. Would your eyes swell up or would you surprise her and take it like a pro?

Then, her eyes flicker to your thighs, her fingers tighten into a fists, the sight of your ripped stockings covering something so delicious. She bet your pretty lips were pressed up with your underwear and stockings. Then she thought about what type of underwear you had on. If it were a thong or not, either way, she wanted to pull them down by her teeth and watch your clit grow from teasing it for too long.

She fidgeted with her fingers, unable to tear her eyes away from you. There was a tension in the air now, a palpable energy that crackled between you like an electrical current.

Sevika’s chest was racing out of her chest now,  the sound almost drowning out the tick noises of the clock. She exhales, catching your attention. Shaking her head, your brows furrow.

“What’s wrong?” You ask softly, your eyes looking up and down at her, her sweatpants pulled down a little showing her boxers. “Nothing, pretty girl, just keep easing your mind.” She lets out, and you gulp. “You know I got a name, right?” You question, not like you wanted her to stop calling you pretty girl anyway.

Your sentence earns a smirk from her and she nods. “That right, pretty girl?” She pushes herself up a little to get closer to you and her scent mixed with the weed makes you feel delirious.

You nod, “Y-yeah.” You clear your throat and nod again and Sevika hums. “I know you gotta name, baby, and it’s one of the most prettiest things I’ve ever heard. But, I just can’t help myself.” She whispers, and your eyes dart down to her shirt. Her nipples get hard through it, which makes your breathing become a struggle.

And she knew.

“What’s wrong, baby?” She gets closer, whispering those words in your ears and placing her hand on your forehead, making you heat up.

“Nothing,” you stutter out and she chuckles, “nothing?” She hums, “Can’t be nothing when you’re becoming my little stuttering mess.” And that turns you on even more, you swear she’s doing this to test you.

You clear your throat and look at her, your sweet doe eyes looking right at the older woman. “Guess it’s not me that needs attention.” She whispers, her voice rasping but still so smooth. “Yeah, you need my attention?” She questions and you nod hesitantly.

Sevika smirks, “How can I help you, baby, what do you need me to focus on?” She mutters and you hold back a whimper.

The palm of her hand goes down to your neck, “right here?” Then brushes against your breasts, to your stomach, and starts to rub you. “Or right here? Which one, baby.” Sevika mumbles, her eyes staring directly at you.

Blinking, you doing a quick breathing exercise and take the bait. “Right here.” You whisper, pulling her hand back up to your breast, and you catch that glint in her eyes again. She nods and hums, smoking the rest of the blunt. “Fuck.” She whispers, and starts to hum, “Right there?” And you nod. “Hum, seems like something is covering it, baby.” She reminds you of your bra and you pout, “Yeah.” You stutter.

“Mind if I take it off you?” She asks innocently, yet you knew it was far from that. And you nod, Sevika smiles, taking the time to hitch your shirt up. Slowly, revealing your body, she clicks her tongue. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered to herself and you can’t help but feel weak in the knees all over again.

You knew this was wrong, hell she knew it too but who to say she had any shame?

She looks back at you and nods, and you nod back. Taking deep breaths as you feel her metallic fingers brush up against your stomach, making you flinch. She watches with widened eyes, admiring your every movement. Her fingers then find your bra strap, hooking it and pulling it down to let it fall. She looks at you once again, and you let out a sigh.

“Can you kiss me?” You ask desperately and she laughs, “Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.” Sevika gets to move closer to you, her fleshed thumb rubbing your bottom lip and smudging your lipstick even more.

The air felt thick and heavy with tension. Sevika’s thumb lingered on your skin for a moment longer than necessary, as if she couldn't bear to remove her touch just yet. Her fingers traced the line of your jaw, the softest of touches, but laden with meaning.

Your heads move slowly, inching closer to one another. Her eyes never left yours, your breathing was ragged, and small gasps erupting. She was so close now, closer than you ever imagined.

Sevika’s eyes darted to your lips, watching as they parted slightly to release a bit of smoke. She ached to kiss you, to feel the softness of your skin against hers, to taste that damn lipstick. But she held back, her restraint hanging on by a thread.

With a shuddering exhale, she closed the distance between you, her lips finally touching yours in a kiss that was both fierce and tender.

Sevika’s hand cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss.  Tasting like smoke, an intoxicating flavor that made your head spin. Her body pressed against yours, solid and warm, as she angled her face to kiss you harder, her tongue darting out to taste the sweetness of your mouth, tasting the cigarette and your lipstick.

Your right hand moved to Sevika’s head, making her groan softly in the kiss and pushing her body forward against yours. Her hand slid down to your waist, fingers gripping into your skin as she pulled you even closer. The kiss was hungry, she was hungry, frenzied, like a woman who’d been left astray from food for over a year.

Her body was pressed flush against yours now, the heat between you almost unbearable. She knew she should stop, knew that this could lead to nothing but trouble, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her hand moved across your body, her touch exploring every curve and contour as if she were sculpting a goddess.

Sevika’s teeth nipped at your lower lip, her lips then moving to your neck, trailing kisses along the sensitive skin. She wanted to mark you, to claim you, to make sure you couldn't forget this moment, forget her. Her body was pressed even closer to yours now, the hard ridge of her arousal unmistakable against your hip. Sevika’s hand snaked down your body, pulling you on her lap, her lips still against your neck, breath ragged and uneven.

She was lost in a sea of desire, her mind consumed with thoughts of you, of what she wanted to do, what she needed to do to satisfy the hunger that gnawed at her.

You felt breathless in the kiss, almost unable to keep up but you do, you whimper as she pulls your closer, smacking your ass. You feel the smirk against your lips, you could tell she wanted to laugh, not at you but because it itched a bit of her thoughts.

You pull away, lips now swollen and messed up lipstick. Sevika looks at you, her gaze dark and intense, her lips also swollen and stained with the remnant of your lipstick. Her chest is heaving, breaths coming in ragged gasps. She looks wrecked, debauched, and utterly captivating.

Her hand reaches up, thumb wiping away the smeared lipstick from your chin, the action gentle but undeniably possessive.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” She whispers and you stare at her, you didn’t want her to stop, no, you needed her to continue. She placed these thoughts in your head and she would be the one to bring them to life.

She took your silence as an answer and pulled your bra down, immediately attaching her lips around your left nipple, attacking your breast. All you could do is moan loudly for her, her tongue swirling around your nipple, feeling it become hard in her mouth while she sucks. This is what she dreams of, to feel and taste you, to put you in a place of no return.

Your pussy pulsated with your panties so close to being pushed into it. You wanted to feel something, your nipples were extremely sensitive naturally and her sucking didn’t make it any better. You continued to moan, playing in her hair as she continued to stare up at you. Sevika pulls her mouth away, spitting against it and watching it drip down to your stomach.

Coming to the next one, she does the same steps, sucking until you’re a moaning mess, grinding against her lap for friction. “ ‘Vika…” you whine and she giggles, spitting once again on your nipple, her thumb rubbing and twisting it gently. “Fuck, that’s my good girl.” She whispers, earning a breathy moan from you.

Sevika pulls your chin down, forcing you to look at her, for one moment she continues to stare, clicking her tongue before kissing you again. Picking up your shirt from the couch, she places one firm grip around your waist and stands, letting you wrap your legs around her tight for support. With one hand, and lips still kissing yours, she walks you upstairs to your room.

Slamming the door close with her foot, you pause and lock the door. You giggle as she kisses your neck, letting out whimpers. “Fuck, Sevika.” You whimper and she hums, tossing the shirt down on your carpet. Sevika puts you down gently on the edge of the bed, letting you watch her.

She steps back for a moment, her eyes taking in the sight of you, lying on the bed. She pulls her shirt off, her movements slow and deliberate as if she's putting on a show just for you. "You're so damn gorgeous," she lets out, her gaze never leaving your face.

You shiver and look away, looking up at your bed frame, feeling like you couldn’t handle her.

Sevika notices your reaction and a smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth. "Don't look away," she mutters, her voice is soft yet commanding. "Look at me." She squats down untying her shoelaces, and kicking them off she stands straightly, continuing to look at you. Her fingers move to her sweatpants, pulling them down and exposing more and more of her toned physique, the scars from work on her chest and arms adding a more rugged appearance.

She gets closer and rests her hands on the side of your skirt, “May I?” She questions and you nod, “Yes.” You let out and she smirks, pulling your skirt and stockings down. She hums and licks her lips, seeing you in your pretty black undies.

Your legs bang repeatedly against the bed and she looks down, seeing your shoes still on. Being a sweetheart, Sevika takes your shoes on, keeping the socks on, figuring that’s what you’d like or feel comfortable with.

Her eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of hesitation, but all she saw in your gaze was the same need that she felt growing inside her. "Say the word, and I'll stop," she says, her voice gruff but sincere. "But until then, I'm gonna show you exactly how much I want you." She gets closer leaning on top of you, and her hand slides down your side, tracing along the curves of your body. Sevika’s touch is both tender and possessive, her fingers grazing over your skin as if she’s learning every inch of you. "You're so goddamn addictive," she whispers, her voice raspy with desire. "I can't seem to get enough of you."

You feel breathless once again, and again once her lips attach to yours. She was between your legs, not putting all her weight on you as you both kissed, your right leg pushed up on the bed while your left foot stayed on the ground. Her lips continue to lock with yours, soft smacking filling the room.

Her lips move down to your neck, sucking on it as she earns moans from you, slowly her lips move to your stomach taking the chance to chaste kiss you. You whimper and whine, keeping your fingers in her hair. “More please.” You beg for her and she smirks, “I know baby, I know.” Sevika mutters and kisses your pelvis, looking up at you, a brow raises, “You want more, pretty girl?” She whispers and you nod. “How much more, baby, hm?” She talks sensually, her voice like caramel and it makes you weep.

I breathe, “W-wanna feel your lips on mine.” You let out, feeling a bit embarrassed and she smirks, “Gotta be more detailed baby, cause when you say lips I’m thinking of the ones I just kissed and the ones I haven’t gotten the chance to.” She sighs, leaning her chin on her palm and you sigh heavily.

“Ones you haven’t kissed,” Sevika’s smirk turns into a smile and she hums, “Good girl.”

Taking the hem of your underwear by her teeth, she pulls them down to your ankles, yanking them off and tossing them somewhere in your room. “Pussy so wet and I haven’t had my taken.” She lets out, really to herself and your eyes widen.

Sevika blows on your pussy first, wanting to tease and watch you break slowly. Then, her index finger runs against your slit, up and down, not pushing in yet. You breathe shakily, feeling your legs also shake with you a little.

“Such a pretty pussy, fuck I should’ve done this sooner.” She lets out, her eyes still stuck on your pussy, Sevika looks at you for one more chance to see if you would want to back out of this now, and still nothing. Her head dips down, tongue flattening, and starts to lick up slowly. You feel her breathing against your pussy, making you shake a little and shiver, moans escape from your lips, unable to control yourself.

You tilt your head back, back arching a little as she continues to suck. She’s doing this for your comfort first because she knew once you were, she would do this for her.

Sevika drags her nose down your slit, letting it slowly get wet by your throbbing clit. Pushing her head back up a little, her tongue drags making you twist and moan. “S’okay baby, I got you.” She whispers against your wet cunt, and she smirks, admiring how beautiful your pussy is.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She sighs, her thumb starts to brush over your clit gently, watching you jolt. “Please, Sevika.” You whine and she hums, “Shushhh pretty girl, I got you.” She reminds and all you can do is nod.

She was so gentle with you, it almost made you cry.

And you can only gasp when she pushes her middle finger in your glaring cunt, not giving you a chance to catch yourself when she inserts her index. Sliding in and out of your cunt, she curls it just enough to make you moan loudly. Your jolt forward for a second, toes curling.

“Ah~” you gasp, becoming a babbling mess right before her, and that gets you a smirk from her.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby, gotta prep her first, mmh?” She cooes, spitting against your clit which takes you to the edge. Your eyes roll back as you feel her start to lick your clit, her fingers sliding in and out of you. “Breathe.” She reminds you, her breath airy against your cunt, making it tighten around her fingers.

“Fuck, fuuuck,” you whine, your toes still curling up, Sevika was nose deep and the tip of her nose pushed up against your clit repeatedly, making you feel even more sensitive. “Shit, please Sevika, I’m so sensitive!” You let out but she ignores you. You try and close your legs around her face, only to get a spit against your clit, rubbing down your folds, Sevika’s metallic hand pushes your left thigh open, sucking your folds and pushing her tongue in and out of you.

“Taste so fucking good, baby.” She grumbles, despite making you a babbling mess for her, you nod, forcing your eyes to stay open.

You moan louder, feeling her tongue move up and down against your clit while her fingers continued to push in and out, becoming soaked fast. You continued to gasp, squirming for her but tried your best to be a good girl and keep your legs open, and she knew you were struggling.

Sevika pulls away, staring at you, “You okay with another idea?” and you nod quickly, she chuckles and exhales. Sevika stands, moving on the bed now, moving to your pillow, she lays her head down on it, looking at you. “Come ‘ere.” She rasps out and you listen without question, you crawl to her, now in between her legs. You look down at her, her fingers rubbing your cheek.

“If you’re up for it, I want you to sit on my face.” She explains, your eyes widen, blinking a couple of times and she waits for your answer. “Y-you want me to?” You ask gently and she nods, “I do.” Sevika says seriously, she wasn’t smirking anymore, not even a small smile. She wanted this, as long as you did too.

You breathe in and out, nodding, Sevika lets out a sigh of relief and gets herself situated for you. You turn your body around, your as facing her as you hover over her stomach. “I’ve never, sat on anyone’s face before,” Sevika smirks at the confession and hums, her hands moving to your waist and helping you up to her mouth. “Glad to be the first.” She whispers you lean forward a bit, keeping your hands on the bed to keep you steady.

“I can go slow,” she mutters and you nod, “please.” You whine.

Her thumb runs down your cunt her breath lightly brushing against your folds that were dying to be kissed, hovering against it, your cunt twitches in need. Sevika licks your pussy lightly, allowing you to get used to it first. Once you do, you lean more into her mouth, finally feeling the warmth of her tongue instantly licking between your folds. “Oh, fuck,” you moan out loudly.

Pushing her tongue flat, your sensitive folds, you tasted so delicious and it only left her craving for more, needing more. Grey eyes stare up at you, watching you bounce lightly on her mouth, as moans escape.

“Be a good girl and fuck my face, baby.” She groans, her hands holding your waist as you continue to bounce against her mouth, moaning each time you feel her tongue. You stop bouncing for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her tongue licking up and down and pushing through your folds.

You start to rock yourself against her mouth, using her as a toy for your own sake. Her tongue continues to suck your slit, seeing how swollen it’s gotten, Sevika spits against it, twirling the tip of her tongue against it, making you moan and hold grip the bedsheets.

“Engh~ f-fuck, ‘Vika,” you whine, feeling yourself going weak by the second. Your pussy pulsating repeatedly as she continues to suck the air out of you. Suddenly feeling thick fingers, you moan as Sevika starts to rub your clit while sucking your pussy. You start to feel a heavy yet fulfilling sensation in the pit of your stomach, your lips turning into a pout, and you become whiny in seconds. Tears in your eyes as you continue to let her fuck your cunt, you tug on the bedsheets tighter, moaning even louder when you feel her nose brush up against your cheeks. Her tongue is lapping against your flaps and fingers at your entrance. You’re now stuck, becoming a babbling mess for her.

Tears start to fall from your eyes as you hear the sounds of her sucking against your pussy, not stopping to take a break or even breathe for a second. Sevika’s lips continue to smack against your pussy, fingers rubbing against your clit, making you overstimulated till you couldn’t think or see straight.

“I'm gonna cum, ‘Vika! Can’t hold it!” You squeal, feeling your cunt getting wetter and wetter, you were at this point you were squirting all over her mouth.

“That right, pretty lady?” Sevika whispers, your cunt being kissed by her pursed lips as a tease. Your eyes start to roll back a bit, nodding when you feel her sucking even more, her tip pushing and out of your g-spot repeatedly. The tip of her tongue working hard and making sure you feel everything. She watches you clench around nothing, you feel the buildup in the pit of your stomach starting, one that begins much before a storm breaks.

“If only you could see how pretty this pussy is.” She spats against it, watching her saliva mixed with your pre-cum drip onto her lips. “Prettiest cunt I truly ever seen.” She mutters and you gasp a whine for her.

You start to feel as if butterflies decided to make a place in your insides. “That’s it, baby, that’s it, such a good girl, you’re almost there.” She reminds you, keeping you positioned against her lips. You continue to cry, your tears falling to your breasts, as you bounce against her mouth, wanting nothing but to cum all over her. You could feel your pussy feeling gummy, you could feel your pussy wanting its release.

Your moans are a melody for her, ones she would never get tired of hearing.

“That’s it, baby. Oh, you’re such a good girl for me, you’re my good girl, baby.” She moans out, and you feel your tummy tighten up right then. Your cunt tightens and soon, pouring out with your cum, she’s drinking you like water, happily keeping you spread out on her with her fingers now pushing your ass open.

She’s practically grinning at the sight of your pussy finally reaching climax.

Your cunt, tired and extremely swollen continues to let more cum out for her, and she continues to suck. You pant heavily, and she follows, her breath becoming heavy but her mind still focused on you.

After you were fully done, you sighed heavily, sweat all over your face now. Before you can speak, your door knocks and your eyes widen, “Mom?!” You shout, Sevika stopping her movements underneath. “Yeah, hey, just letting you know I came back from work.” She says and walks away, going back downstairs.

A sigh escapes your lips and you pull off Sevika, turning to see her, your eyes widen at the mess you left. “Oh…wow.” You muttered and she laughed quietly, “You did amazing, baby.” She informs and you smile, coming closer to her. “Is there a way I can thank you?” You say seductively and she hums.

“There are ways.” She mutters, you grab a tissue from your bedside table and she cleans her face. “Like what?” You question as you watch her, and she smirks.

“Think you can moan quietly?” She asks with a smirk and you smile, letting out a giggle.

me shoving my dildo in her cause i will get her pregnant.

[sevikaslatinawife]

Please write trans sevika with a cream pie kink.

𓄀𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ dirty girl

trans!sevika x fem!reader

word count : 2.1k

This was a mix between this and the request which just made it even better thank you anon 🙏🏾🙏🏾 side note love this Sev cooch shot

another side note THANK YOU FOR HOW POPULAR SOMETHING SPECIAL IS OMG i hope y’all enjoy this as well

Sevika knows she should just let you sleep but she can't ignore the growing ache of her cock as she stares at your sleeping body. Her eyes trail over your tits as they rise and fall with each breath, noticing the way your nipples harden under the thin fabric of your shirt from the cool air in the room.

She bites her lip, cursing quietly under her breath as she palms herself through her pajama bottoms, unable to resist your pretty body even while you sleep. She struggles to keep her moans quiet, slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds threatening to escape her as her cock grows harder with every movement.

Giving into her desire, Sevika slowly and carefully pushes down her pajama bottoms, revealing her aching cock, already glistening with pre-cum.

She strokes herself slowly, dropping her head back against the headboard as she imagines it's your cunt wrapped around her or your hand, pumping her cock as you stare at her with your big sweet eyes.

With the thoughts of touching and kissing you, and how pretty you would look and sound with her cock buried deep inside your equally pretty pussy, Sevika gets lost in her head, forgetting about you sleeping soundly in the bed next to her.

You stir in your sleep at the sound of her heavy breathing and soft moans, slowly waking up to find Sevika lost in her fantasies, completely unaware that you are now awake— or so you thought.

You can't help but stare in awe, feeling your cunt begin to ache at the sight unfolding in front of you. "Ya just gonna sit there and watch?" Sevika breathes out with a light chuckle, catching you off guard as her eyes meet yours.

You feel a rush of arousal soak your panties as you sit up, resting your head on your hand to watch her with a hungry gaze. “Don’t stop ‘cause of me,” you reply.

Your eyes flick between her face and her cock as she continues to stroke herself, a dazed grin playing on her lips. "This was because of me?" you ask, pulling back the blanket partially covering the both of you to fully see her. Sevika's grin widens as she nods, her hand never stopping its movements.

"All for you, baby," she chuckles, "Wanna help me finish?" You bite your lip, nodding eagerly as she removes her hand from her cock and reaches out for yours, guiding it to wrap around her throbbing length.

As you begin to stroke her, you gawk at how her cock easily responds to your touch, watching the pre-cum dribble down the tip. You lean forward to lick up the bead of pre-cum, savoring the taste as Sevika lets out a low moan.

"Mmm, that's it, baby," Sevika moans, her eyes fluttering shut as her hips buck against your hand.

Staring up at her face, you can't help but beg, "I wanna taste more of you, Sevi, can I please?" Sevika looks down at you, stroking the back of your head with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Go 'head, baby," she whispers, spreading her legs wider as you move between them. You keep your eyes locked on hers as she guides your lips to her cock with a firm grip on your hair. You trace the prominent vein on the underside of her cock, feeling it twitch in your hands.

“Is that good?” You ask, slowly pumping your fist as you trace down the length, savoring the taste of her skin.

"Mmm, very good, baby," Sevika moans, sinking back against the bed with a satisfied smile. "Take it all the way, just like that," she urges, pushing your head down further till her tip hits the back of your throat. She holds your head in place, her face scrunching up as she tries to keep herself from coming too soon.

Your hands grip her thighs for support as she bobs your head up and down, shamelessly using your mouth for her pleasure. Each movement of her hips makes you gag but you don't dare pull away, wanting to please her and make her feel good.

"You're so good, baby," she pants, her voice husky with desire, "such a good girl." Sevika's hips begin to falter as she nears her climax, her breathing becoming ragged and desperate.

You whine pathetically as she pulls you off, strings of spit connecting your lips to her cock as you continue to jerk her off. "You gonna let me cum on that pretty face of yours?" she grins, letting go of your hair to brush her thumb over your swollen lips.

"Yes, please," you whimper, your desire evident in your voice as you look up at her with pleading eyes. Sevika smirks, stroking your cheek with her thumb before gripping your cheeks to make your tongue lol out.

"Good girl," she groans, her hips bucking up in your hand as she nears the edge, "'m gonna cum, okay, baby?" You nod eagerly, speeding up your movements, feeling her twitch and shudder in your hand as she reaches her peak. With a final, guttural moan, Sevika releases onto your awaiting tongue and face, her legs trembling with pleasure as you help her ride out her orgasm.

You eagerly swallow the bit that lands on your tongue, licking your lips as you look up at her with a satisfied smile. You sit up, wiping your face with the back of your hand, as you watch Sevika catch her breath.

"C'mere," Sevika says, laughing as she catches a glimpse of your messy face. She pulls you up for a deep, passionate kiss, tasting herself on your lips.

"You taste so good, Sev," you whisper into the kiss. She pulls away with a mischievous grin, squeezing your cheeks playfully, "You're a dirty girl, aren't you, baby?" she teases, making your face heat up.

"Only for you," you giggle in response, leaning in for another kiss. You crawl into her lap and wrap your arms around her neck, your lips moving hungrily against hers.

Sevika's hands find their way to your ass, squeezing it firmly as she deepens the kiss making you moan softly against her lips. As her lips move down to your neck to leave a trail of kisses, you can't help but grind down on her limp cock, feeling it begin to stir beneath you.

Sevika's breath hitches at your bold move, and she responds by giving you a light spank on your ass, causing you to gasp in surprise and pleasure.

"Careful, baby," she warns, pressing her lips against your ear. You pout as she holds you still, wanting her to finally relieve the throbbing ache between your legs.

"Please, Sevi," you whine, your voice coming out in a desperate plea as you push yourself against her, trying to get some friction to alleviate the ache. "I wanna cum on your cock so bad," you moan, feeling her harden up again.

She smirks at your impatience, teasing you with light kisses along your jawline before she finally releases her grip on your hips, allowing you to move against her once more. "You know it makes me so hard when you beg like that," she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear.

You shiver at the sound of her voice, her hands slipping under your shirt before she lays back to see the desperation in your eyes. "Tell me again what you want." You gasp as she starts to grope your tits, her fingers pinching and teasing at your nipples.

"I wanna cum on your cock," you whimper, unable to stop yourself from grinding against her, "please baby." You fist her shirt in your hands, humping her desperately as her eyes flick down to where you sit on her lap.

"I can feel how wet you are," she whispers, holding your hips before stopping your movements. "Take off your clothes, let me see all of you, baby." You eagerly comply, getting off her to strip off your clothes as she watches with a hungry gaze.

As you stand bare by the bed, she reaches out and pulls you closer, her hand tracing along your skin. "C'mere baby," she murmurs, guiding you to straddle her lap again.

You can't stop the whiny moan that escapes your lips as you feel her cock pressing against you. You slowly roll your hips against her, placing your hands on her abs for support before she pulls you down to kiss you deeply, her hands resting on your ass.

"Lift your hips for me," she whispers against your lips. You comply, feeling her tip pressing against your entrance, making you bite your lip in anticipation.

Sevika watches your face intently, reveling in the way your eyes squeeze shut and your jaw goes slack as she slowly pulls you down onto her cock, the sensation causing a loud moan to escape your lips. Your head drops down on her shoulder, burying your face in her neck as you get overwhelmed by her filling and stretching you in the most delicious way.

Her hands grip your hips firmly as she guides your hips in a steady rhythm up and down, each drag of her cock sending waves of pleasure straight to your cunt. The space between y'all fills with the sound of your needy whines and the soft wet sounds of her cock slipping in and out of you.

"You're so deep," you mumble, lifting your head to leave a trail of kisses along her jawline. "I fucking love your cock," you moan in Sevika's ear before capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, fisting the sheets beneath you to anchor yourself as you ride her with increasing fervor.

Sevika's hand tangles in your hair, holding you close as she thrusts up into you, losing her composure by the second. Her moans mix with yours as her other hand slides down your back to grip your ass, urging you to move faster and harder.

You sit up, your hands roaming over her abs and chest as you look down at Sevika. "You look so fucking hot, baby," she groans through gritted teeth, her hands moving to grope your tits as you continue to rock your hips against hers.

Your hand cups her hand, dragging it down your body to where you need it most. "I need you here, Sevi," you whine, guiding her hand to where you ache for her touch. She nods eagerly, biting her lip in excitement at how you guide her and take what you need from her.

With a hungry look in her eyes, Sevika follows your lead, letting you drag her hand down your stomach and between your thighs to your clit. Your body jerks and your hips falter as she rubs the neglected bud in slow circles with her thumb.

"I got you, baby, just keep ridin' me," she whispers, her other hand caressing your twitching thighs. You moan in response, arching your back and gripping her wrist tighter as you feel the tension bubbling in your belly.

Sevika stares at where your bodies meet, watching how your cunt greedily swallows her cock, swearing she won't last much longer with the way you're squeezing her so tight.

"Fuck, baby, look at you taking me so well," she groans, feeling her climax building as she thrusts deeper into you. "Can't hold back much longer," she pants, her brain foggy with the feeling of you.

"Sev," you whimper, snatching her attention back to your face, "Wanna cum with you, please."

Sevika chuckles breathlessly at your plea. "Come on, baby, cum for me," she encourages, moving your hips the way she wants as you fist her shirt, moaning and whining incoherently as you both reach your limit.

"That's it, baby," she grunts, her body shuddering as your walls clench around her making her spill inside you. "God, you feel so good," she murmurs, closing her eyes as she slows your hips and you both ride out your highs together.

As Sevika lays beneath you, her chest rising and falling rapidly, you try to get off of her, but she holds you in place. She peeks up at you with a teasing grin, whispering, "Where you goin’? You gotta keep it all in, baby, wouldn't want to waste any." making you laugh breathlessly.

"But, Sev, I'm all sweaty and gross," you protest, trying to squirm out of her grasp. Sevika just grins mischievously, pulling you down for a kiss, "I like my dirty girl," she whispers against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Fine," you relent, rolling your eyes playfully before kissing her back. "What if we take a shower together?" you suggest a mischievous glint in your eye, slipping your hand under her shirt as her lips trail down your neck.

"Mmh, that sounds perfect, baby," Sevika murmurs, her hands sliding down your back to your ass, giving it a playful spank before letting you off her lap.

Merry soon Christmas if you celebrate I wanted to make Christmas smut but 🤷🏾‍♀️ and hope y’all had good finals cuz ik I’m fucked but it’s cool

[sevikaslatinawife]

Bottom Sev makes my head go brrrr

➝𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐔𝐍?

You weren't sure if it was because you barely gave her attention last night. After all, you were exhausted or she was just blatantly ignoring everything you told her, or she just liked pushing your fucking buttons until you did something about it.

❝Please behave and you won't have to wonder why I'm mad at you❞

Of course, Sevika was never one to listen, to you or anyone. Yeah, that was definitely the reason. She just had trouble listening. Being away from her gave you reason and time to think. One that she was indeed a fucking brat.

❝It was one time!❞

❝You weren't here, what else do you expect me to do?❞

❝Okay, fine it was twice, but still!❞

You weren't stupid. You saw through her lies like she can see through yours. It would make sense, you've been dating for a while so knowing when she lies was easy. And you could tell what she was lying about⎯

Dating Sevika also made you aware of every sound and noise she made.

When you left, she was sitting on the bed, a scowl on her face and a bad attitude. Literally, her harsh attitude was always out when you didn't give her attention. Needy, fuck.

That sneaky little⎯

Clearly, she was perfectly fine without you. You've been around her long enough, and pleasured her enough to know that she was the only one to whine like that. You only left the apartment 30 minutes ago for eggs!

Between you, yourself, and a fucking lamppost, Sevika's whines were blissful to hear. You would do physically anything possible to hear them, even if it's just one. She had no time to lose, surely not, right?

You weren't a cruel person, okay maybe just a little but if she was having fun, you weren't going to ruin it were you? actually, that just depends. She did ignore your order, and well...

You've seen her in many fucked out phases throughout your relationship. You've seen her when she's practically begging for you to touch her. You've seen her so flustered that she forgot how to speak. You've even seen her ride your thigh, but clearly, today was a different sight than all the others.

She hadn't even realized you had come home, nor did she even hear you open the bedroom door. A lot of things were going on in your head, the main one being how the fuck is she so oblivious to you standing here, leaning against the door frame, watching her fuck herself on one of many pillows. Whimpering and whining loudly.

It looked like yours but who knows? you were too busy watching the way her hips stutter, clawing at the silk sheet with her hand. If she keeps going, that's going to be yet another pillow you'll be buying.

❝Having fun?❞

Her body jolts, gasping and those doe grey eyes have never looked at you so fast. The small part of her brain was telling her to stop, and apologize over and over again to you, but the rest of her was saying fuck it. A devilish smirk appeared on her face telling you a different story, that she was going to be a brat yet again.

❝You weren't here❞

Like this, she looked so pretty. For once in her life, she looked relaxed. You on the other hand, couldn't relax though because she was still whining, rambling out random words & sentences, and dragging her hips back and forth across the pillow, which you've now come to realize is in fact yours.

❝baby❞

❝Hm, no i believe you can do this. Wouldn't want to ruin all your fun❞

At this point, you were more than ready to just sit on the chair, and watch her. No one has ever looked so pretty fucking themselves, until the first time you walked in on her a few months back.

You liked the way she looked at you. So fucked out, blissed, pouty, and having no idea what to do now that you're here, finally. The sweat trickled down her temple, her hair was sticking to random parts of her face and you could only gather she's been doing this for a while.

❝You want to cum don't you, Sweetheart?❞

It wasn't hard to tell that she wanted to. God she really wanted to. Her movements would slow down for a few seconds, to speed up slightly. Gripping and clawing on any part of the pillow she could grab. With the way her hips stuttered, you could already tell that because of the pressure of the pillow against her clit, it was making it more sensitive. You know she wouldn't last much longer.

❝baby, please⎯❞

❝You're making quite a mess on my pillow Vika, what were you thinking about to make you this wet?❞

❝please, I'm sorry⎯ just touch me, please, baby, please❞

Her face was red, tears starting to form in her eyes, and you couldn't help but give in. She was so vulnerable and needy for you. A smile spread across your lips, cupping her cheek.

Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, you chuckled when she whimpered softly against you, grabbing at your wrists, or any part of you.

❝I'm here, Sweetheart. I'll look after you, hm?❞

idk how to feel about this. I won't lie, it could be better. sub sevika is still hot idc what you say.

It feels rushed, but I'm fucking exhausted today LMAO.

[sevikaslatinawife]

warnings: fisting (sevika recieving), bottom sevika, very short

thinking really hard about fisting sevika during these trying times.

she'd be so desperate for it, spreading her legs wide, pulling them up to her chest to feel your fingers, your hand, deeper.

you'd hoped she'd let you bully three into her pussy, but she's just so greedy for more :( it took nothing to have her writhing begging for a fourth, already pulling a pillow over her face to muffle herself as you sunk your pinky in along with the rest.

took even less to have her clenching weakly around your wrist, god she didnt even know what to do with herself with how full she was and how deep she had you.

[sevikaslatinawife]

do you like chubby girls?

Very much so.

I don't have a preference for body type but I like when there's something to grab, y'know.

[sevikaslatinawife]

Hey, Scary Lady, random question. Do you like mid/plus sized girls? Or do you like em all? —🌶️

...you been reading my porn search history?

[sevikaslatinawife]

Why do I feel like Sevika would be the type to really love cuddles but never admit to it because of the whole "tough guy" thing she has going on?

[sevikaslatinawife]

JESUS MARY AND JOSEEEEPEH

Tw: mentions of sex toys, curse words, insinuation of Sevika having a dick.

Thinking about councilor!Sevika getting lost in the huge palace and accidentally stumbling into her assistants’ room, finding you all pretty plush thighs working overtime on the pink dildo attached to the floor trying to reach the high you so desperately craved.

The room echoed with the obnoxiously loud ‘plap plap’s your ass and floor created when you lifted yourself and went down again. Your whines and moans a beautiful melody to the older woman’s ears who stood there awkwardly not knowing if she should leave or just walk over there and fuck you dumb.

But instead she opted for walking out and giving you privacy but before she headed off a particular set of babbles that left your mouth kept her frozen in place.

“Oh fuck— oh fuck Sev, yes— mghf!- Right there ‘vika! Right there!”

She heard you frantically sob, your thighs coming down on the floor much faster and she can’t just walk away from that. So she turns back around.

“I’m right here doll.” She mutters and watches how you freeze on the spot, doe eyes wide peering over your shoulder to look at her.

And she finally lets her gaze explore your body, pupils blown and lips swollen, your body glistening with sweat and your chest rising and falling uncontrollably trying to match a more reasonable pace.

Your nipples are all erect and she’s just itching to get over there and pop one of them in her mouth and leave them all sore and swollen.

“How- how long have you been standing there?” You whisper, and she watches how you reluctantly pull away from the toy attached to the floor that with a ‘pop’ slides out from inside you and she can’t help but watch your gaping hole and imagine what it would like stretched all over her cock.

Then she carefully watches how you stand with shaky legs and stagger over to your bed and grab a robe. You pull it swiftly over your shoulders and she can’t stop thinking about 100 ways to take it off of you again.

You finally turn and face her and in that moment, she could see the desire in your eyes, a spark that ignited something deep within her, making her heart stutter in her chest.

And she doesn’t even let you say anything, she strides forward and smashes her lips to yours, all teeth and saliva while she paws at your body, pulling at the knot that holds your robe together and she parts from your lips to watch how it slips from your body to the floor.

“Fuck doll, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

[sevikaslatinawife]

Sevika was so badass they had to nerf her screentime out of fear that she'd take away the spotlight.

[sevikaslatinawife]

IM ON MY WAY SEVIKA

Vi/ellie/sevika masturbating while thinking of reader??

✞⛧ Craving You ✞⛧

warnings: explicit sexual content, masturbation, use of toys (Ellie, Sevika), strap-on usage (Sevika), dirty talk, heavy desire, slight frustration, desperate longing, solo pleasure with thoughts of the reader, mild overstimulation, strong language, fingering, sub (Ellie, vi)

✞⛧ Vi ✞⛧

“Fuck,” Vi muttered under her breath, her voice low and rough, as she leaned back against the worn headboard of her bed. Her light gray eyes were half-lidded, her gaze distant as she let out a shaky exhale. Her fingers trailed down her abdomen, slipping beneath the waistband of her sage-green pants, her breath hitching as she imagined you.

It was you she couldn’t stop thinking about—you, with your perfect form as you squatted at the gym earlier that day, your muscles flexing under the strain of the weight. Your sports bra had hugged your chest just right, and Vi had struggled to keep her eyes from lingering. But it was the way your ass had jiggled on the treadmill that had really done her in. The memory of it was enough to make her grind her teeth, her jaw tight as she let out another low curse.

Vi’s fingers moved lower, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she imagined you there with her. She could almost feel your hands on her body, your lips against her neck, your breath hot against her skin. Her clit was already throbbing, sensitive and eager for attention, and she wasted no time in giving it just that. Her fingers brushed against her folds, and she let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the headboard.

She was wet, so fucking wet, and the thought of you being the one to touch her, to taste her, was almost too much to bear. Her fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure just enough to make her hips jerk forward involuntarily. She bit down on her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she imagined your mouth on her, your tongue working her over with a patience and skill that she craved.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Vi whispered, her voice rough and needy. Her fingers quickened their pace, her other hand moving up to palm one of her breasts, her pierced nipple hard and sensitive beneath her touch. She squeezed gently, her breath catching in her throat as she imagined your mouth there instead, your lips and tongue teasing and sucking until she was writhing beneath you.

Her hips moved in time with her fingers, her body arching off the bed as she chased her release. The sounds of her own pleasure filled the room, her moans and gasps mingling with the soft creak of the bedsprings. She was close, so fucking close, and the thought of you being the one to push her over the edge was enough to make her cry out.

“Fuck, please,” she begged, her voice breaking as she imagined your hands on her, your body pressing her into the mattress. Her fingers moved faster, the pressure building until she was teetering on the edge, her whole body trembling with need. And then, with a sharp cry, she came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

She rode out the aftershocks, her fingers slowing as she caught her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her mind was still hazy with pleasure, her thoughts drifting back to you, to the way you had looked at the gym, the way you had moved.

Vi let out a soft groan, her head falling back against the headboard as she stared up at the ceiling. “Fuck,” she muttered again, her voice rough and tinged with frustration. She couldn’t get you out of her head, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

She shifted on the bed, her fingers still resting lightly against her clit, her body still humming with the remnants of her orgasm. She knew she should stop, knew she should get up and do something productive, but the thought of you, of your hands on her, of your mouth against her skin, was too tempting to resist.

Her eyes flickered shut as she slipped her fingers back between her folds, her breath catching as she imagined you there with her. “Come on, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Her fingers moved faster, her hips jerking forward as she chased another release, her mind filled with images of you, of your body, of your hands, of your mouth. She was close again, so fucking close, and she could almost feel you there with her, your breath hot against her skin, your body pressed against hers.

“Fuck, fuck,” she gasped, her body arching off the bed as she came again, her cry of pleasure echoing through the room. She collapsed back onto the mattress, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, her mind still hazy with pleasure.

For a moment, she just lay there, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her release. And then, with a soft groan, she pushed herself up, her fingers slipping from between her legs as she reached for the bottle of water on her nightstand. She took a long drink, her mind still racing with thoughts of you, of the way you had looked at the gym, of the way you had moved.

✞⛧ Ellie ✞⛧

Ellie’s dorm is a mess—your mess, her mess, a chaotic symphony of cluttered life. The air smells faintly of weed and the sharp tang of old coffee, mingling with the musky scent of sweat and desire. Her bed is unmade, the sheets tangled at the foot, and her guitar leans against the wall, strings still vibrating faintly from her earlier playing. The room feels alive, buzzing with energy, but it’s nothing compared to the heat building between her legs.

She’s lying on her back, one hand tangled in her messy brown hair, the other gripping the base of the dildo you’ve used on her countless times before. It’s thick, textured just the way she likes it, and she’s already slick, her wetness pooling around the tip as she presses it against her entrance. Her breath catches, shallow and uneven, as she closes her eyes and lets herself think of you.

“Fuck,” she mutters, her voice low and raspy, the kind of sound that makes your stomach clench with want. She’s imagining you here, your hands on her, your mouth trailing down her neck, your fingers exploring her in ways that leave her trembling. She can almost feel you, the warmth of your body pressed against hers, the way you always seem to know exactly what she needs.

Her small, wiry frame tenses as she slides the dildo inside, her breath hitching at the fullness of it. She’s tight, always so tight, and the sensation makes her toes curl against the sheets. Her nipples are hard, pebbled against the soft fabric of her vintage band tee, and she arches her back, her collarbones catching the dim light filtering through the curtains.

She’s not usually one to do this, to let herself get lost in fantasy, to give in to the ache between her legs. But tonight, it’s different. Tonight, she can’t stop thinking about you—the way you look at her, the way you touch her, the way you make her feel like she’s the only person in the world. It’s intoxicating, maddening, and she needs you.

Her hand moves slowly at first, the dildo sliding in and out of her with a rhythm that’s almost too much to bear. Her wetness coats it, the sound obscene in the quiet of the room, and she bites her lip to stifle a moan. Her nipples brush against the fabric of her shirt with every thrust, the friction sending shivers down her spine. She’s sensitive there, always has been, and the thought of your tongue on them makes her whimper.

“God—” she gasps, her hips bucking slightly as the dildo hits just the right spot. She’s close, so close, but she doesn’t want to come yet. She wants to draw this out, to let the tension build until she’s shaking with it. She wants you here, your hands on her, your voice in her ear, telling her how good she feels, how much you want her.

She pauses, pulling the dildo out and setting it aside, her hand drifting down to her clit. It’s swollen, throbbing with need, and she circles it slowly, her breath catching in her throat. She’s wet, so wet, and the slickness coats her fingers as she teases herself. Her inner lips are soft, sensitive, and she shudders as she runs her fingers over them, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

“Fuck, you’re not even here,” she mutters, her voice trembling with frustration and desire. She’s imagining your mouth on her, your tongue exploring her in ways that leave her gasping. She’s imagining your fingers inside her, filling her, making her feel like she’s on fire. She’s imagining you, your body against hers, your warmth, your touch.

Her fingers move faster, her clit throbbing under the pressure, and she can feel the tension building, coiling in her belly. She’s close, so close, and she bites her lip to stifle a moan. Her nipples are hard, aching, and she can’t help but brush her hand over them, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Fuck—” she gasps, her hips bucking as she teases herself, her fingers working her clit in tight, quick circles. She’s close, so close, and she can feel the orgasm building, coiling in her belly, threatening to break. She’s trembling, her breath coming in shallow gasps, and she can’t stop the moan that escapes her lips.

“Fuck, I need you,” she whimpers

✞⛧ sevika ✞⛧

The room is heavy with the scent of sweat and the faint metallic tang of her chemtech arm. Sevika’s grey eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are now clouded with desire, her piercing gaze fixated on the pillow clutched tightly between her thighs. She is not a woman who allows herself vulnerability often, but here, in the quiet solitude of your shared room, she lets her guard down. Just for a moment. Just for you.

Her breath hitches as she adjusts the strap-on, the bumpher pressing firmly against her clit. The sensation is electric, sending a shiver up her spine that makes her muscles tense. She hates how much she craves this—how much she craves you. The way your body feels beneath hers, the way your warmth envelops her, the way your breath hitches in her ear when she’s inside you. She’s not a woman built for softness, but with you, it’s different. With you, she allows herself to feel.

Her prosthetic arm flexes as she grips the pillow tighter, the copper plating gleaming in the dim light. She imagines it’s you beneath her, your legs wrapped around her waist, your hands clawing at her back as she thrusts into you. The thought makes her clench her teeth, a low growl escaping her throat. She hates how much she needs this—how much she needs you.

Her thrusts are desperate, almost animalistic, as she fucks the pillow like it’s you. The bumpher grinds against her clit with every movement, the pressure building with each relentless thrust. She can feel the heat pooling between her legs, the wetness soaking through her underwear. She’s close, so close, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough without you.

Her dark hair clings to her face, damp with sweat as she tosses her head back, her lip ring catching the light. She imagines your hands in her hair, pulling her close, your lips on hers as she loses herself inside you. The thought makes her moan, a deep, guttural sound that fills the room.

“Damn it,” she mutters under her breath, her voice rough with frustration. She knows she’s being ridiculous—masturbating into a pillow like some desperate teenager—but she can’t help it. The thought of you, the memory of you, drives her wild.

Her thrusts grow faster, more frantic, as she chases her release. The bumpher grinds against her clit with every movement, the pressure building until she can’t take it anymore. With a final, desperate thrust, she comes, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she collapses onto the bed, her muscles relaxing for the first time in what feels like forever.

But even as the pleasure fades, the emptiness remains. She’s still alone, still craving the one thing she can’t have—you.

Sevika lies there for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath. Her grey eyes are dark with longing, her lips parted as she whispers your name.

“I need you,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible. “I fucking need you.”

[sevikaslatinawife]

if there was one thing that kept her at bay from anything, it would be her arm. she loved and hated that part about herself. loved that it could protect her when needed, but hated that it could hurt someone she loved. sevika wasn’t afraid to use something so powerful to keep away evil, but she would never forgive herself if she accidentally hurt the one she swore to protect. even just holding their face in her hand, sent shivers down her spine and worry through her mind and body.  

you never minded though. in fact, there were times when you’d be sitting with her or near her, that your eyes would travel away from her current card game, down her metal arm, more times than none, and just stare at it. it was beautifully fascinating to you. with or without her knowledge of you just gawking at her. 

sevika did notice one night though, out of the blue, to your surprise, when you were comfortably sitting beside her— drinking from her whiskey glass and watching how she flawlessly yet swiftly dealt her cards. 

it started with her body tensing beside yours, calmy, when you lightly traced patterns on the cool metal, not wanting to push her into anything, just being gentle and cautious with your approach. then it was the way she looked at you from the corner of her eye, seeing you sitting there, looking down at her arm— but you didn’t look scared or worried. not like most people did. you looked interested.

“do you think it’s gonna bite you or something if you state at it any longer?” her voice rang out, raspy and gruff. the cigar hanging loosely between her lips made her look ten times hotter.

“that a challenge?” 

“maybe, maybe not, who knows with you.” 

for the remainder of her games— most of the time she could sit there all day but if she has company, aka you, then she takes time to spend with you before she’s got her usual shit to do, and finally stubbed out her cigar and put all of her attention on you. 

“you’re quiet,” she pointed out, sliding the coins off the table and pushing them into her pocket. “which is unusual, you’re never quiet.”

“gee, thanks,” you glared at her, yet the way your lips quirked up into a smile, made it aware you weren’t really mad. “just thinking.”

“well don’t be too excited to share, what’s wrong?” 

her eyes followed your gaze, and that’s when she quickly noticed you weren’t looking at her anymore, more or so looking at her arm again. “can i hold it?” 

your question was an innocent one, cautious even, but to her, it meant everything. you could tell by the way her eyes shifted away from you nervously, looking at anything but you. “i don’t think that’s a good idea,” she laughed, trying to play it off. “probably shouldn’t.” 

“shouldn’t or don’t want me to?”

“is there a difference?”

she’s looking at you again, too busy focused on what you’re saying to notice the small shift of your hand reaching for her metal one. “who knows with you,” you murmured with a playful smile.

it’s only when she feels you interlock your fingers with hers that she tries to pull away and save you the trouble but you’re faster. just a little, and pressing her hand to your cheek.

“you won’t hurt me.” you reassured. as if you were answering a question her eyes were silently asking, something she couldn’t find herself saying out loud. sevika’s lips part with a gentle sigh when your free hand reaches up and cups her metal hand against your cheek a little firmer, and she clenches her jaw tightly once you’re smiling. “i promise, you won’t hurt me, you can’t.” 

“how do you know i won’t?” she asked, insecurity laced with worry in her voice. 

“because if you wanted to you would have done it when we first met.” you stated, eyebrow raising just slightly when sevika moves her fingers across the apples of your cheek slowly. the coldness of the metal tingling your skin as she moved. “but you haven’t, so.” 

“maybe you just haven’t pissed me off enough yet.” sevika grins, and it’s almost primal in the way she looks at you. 

“yet,” you clicked your tongue with a light chuckle. “there’s still time then.”

your eyes lock with hers as she presses her thumb against your lips, almost like she wasn’t aware of what she was doing, while you mischievously winked. “maybe just a little time,” she murmured and pushed harder.

the cold metal of her fingers brushed against the muscle of your tongue before you knew it and sevika didn’t know whether to moan or growl at the sight of you grinning smugly around her fingers. it wasn’t something she was used to. she’s used to people seeing it, turning the other way and getting away from her.

but here you are, greedily sucking her fingers and having no issues or worries. not caring in the slightest. “you’re gonna be the death of me,” she admitted, in awe of you and watched you closely. “and i think it’s worrying that i’m perfectly okay with that.”

[sevikaslatinawife]

Siri…play “That Should Be Me” by Justin Bieber.

Sevika's controversially younger girlfriend HCs (2)

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

꩜ .ᐟ Helps you do your shoelaces, or straps of your heels, wear your socks and dress up after shower. She loves babying you, but never really coos and says all that sweet stuff. Actions speak louder than words.

꩜ .ᐟ Does most of the chores around the house anyway because she wants you to sit back and look pretty. Won't complain if you helped her though, she'd like it if you did.

꩜ .ᐟ Loves bringing sweets back home if she's out for a long time and watches you eat everything in probably one sitting, won't eat a lot of it herself but won't deny if you fed her

“If you eat so much at once, you'll get sick,” Sevika chided

“... Fair point,” she'll say but then take your sweets away after you've had a bit more than necessary

“If you smoke so much, you can get cancer,” you retorted

꩜ .ᐟ Will take your phone out of your hands if you're staying up late at night scrolling, kiss your forehead and tell you to sleep. She'll hold you close and sleep with you mostly.

"Aiyyo! What are you still doing up? Seriously, put that phone away already, you've been staring at that screen for hours. All that glowing light is going to fry your brain and keep you from sleeping. Don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking peeks under the covers, either, I'm not falling for that. Now, I'm not going to tell you again. Lights out! And don't even think about picking that phone back up. I'll be checking.”

When she's working late, she won't bother you with it.

꩜ .ᐟ Will spank you for teasing her in the public and make you stay on your knees with you head in the pillows, hips raised up for “reflection”. Totally not because she doesn't likes the view.

꩜ .ᐟ Helps you put up the silliest festive decors, holding you up so you can teach higher positions

꩜ .ᐟ Makes you always hold hands with her when outside and makes you walk in the inner side of the pavement always

꩜ .ᐟ Lots of forehead kisses

[sevikaslatinawife]

My wife is so perfect y’all

Sevika Headcanon's

A thigh lover through and through. Size doesn't matter, she'll love them regardless.

chronic eye roller....

leaves her cape after any fight because she'd rather be caught dead than having to pick it up in front of someone.

Her favorite color is either purple or dark grey

Loyal to the max! Relationships? Friendships? Anything! once you've made it clear that she can trust you, there's nothing she wouldn't do

Has hit her head on the door frame of too many bars

Is the type to "burn" water when trying to cook

Prefers beer over wine

The type to get banned on roblox because she thought cursing out a troll( 15 y/o boy) would be a good idea.....Smiled greatly when she heard he started crying

Really good long term memory.....forgets anything she was told 10min prior

Is the first person to leave when she realizes the media you're going to watch together is a musical

The biggest tease, but buffers slightly when anyone returns the action

sentimental drunk....

[sevikaslatinawife]

i want to be her age gap gf with too much energy that make jokes that r immature asf or that she doesn’t understand. like ik her ass would be making this face multiple times a day

she’s just too cute when she’s annoyed 😭

[sevikaslatinawife]

dry humping with sevika?

♡♥︎ Lesson Learned ♥︎♡

Warnings: NSFW 🔞 / Dom!Sevika / Brat Taming / Thigh Riding / Power Dynamics / Praise & Degradation / Rough Language / Smoking / Mild Humiliation / No Aftercare

You’d been pushing your luck all day, and you knew it. Testing Sevika’s patience was a dangerous game, one you couldn’t resist playing. The way her sharp grey eyes narrowed when you teased her in public, the way her jaw tightened as you brushed against her in that crowded Zaunite bar—it was exhilarating. You’d whispered something suggestive in her ear, your breath hot against her skin, just loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough to make her lean in. Her lips had curled into that familiar scowl, but you saw the faintest flicker of something else in her eyes. Something that made your stomach clench with anticipation.

Now, you were paying for it.

The dim light of the apartment flickered, casting shadows across the room. Sevika lounged on the couch, her muscular frame relaxed but still radiating that intimidating energy that always left you a little breathless. Her copper-colored prosthetic arm rested on the back of the couch, the shimmering chemtech faintly glowing in the low light. Her other hand held a cigar, the faint wisp of smoke curling around her face as she took a slow drag. Her grey eyes locked onto yours, unblinking, and that smirk—that damned smirk—was plastered across her face.

“You’ve been a brat all day,” she said, her voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. “Thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but she cut you off with a sharp wave of her hand. “Nope. No excuses. You’re gonna learn your lesson tonight.”

Her tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as she gestured for you to come closer. “Get over here. Now.”

You obeyed, your legs moving almost on their own as you stepped toward her. The air between you was thick with tension, heavy with the promise of what was to come. Sevika’s gaze never wavered, her piercing eyes tracking your every move as you stood in front of her.

“On my lap,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for hesitation.

You climbed onto her lap, straddling her muscular thighs, the rough fabric of her pants brushing against your bare skin. Your breath hitched as you felt the heat of her body beneath you, the solid strength of her frame pressing against you. Sevika’s hand came up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at her. Her grip was firm but not painful, a silent reminder of who was in control.

“You’re not getting touched tonight,” she said, her voice a low growl that sent a jolt of heat straight to your core. “You’re gonna grind on my thigh until you make yourself cum. And I’m not lifting a finger to help you.”

Your eyes widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flooding your senses. “Sevika—”

“No talking,” she interrupted, her grip tightening slightly. “You’ve had enough of that today. Now, move.”

Her words ignited something deep inside you, a mix of humiliation and desire that made your skin flush. You hesitated for a moment, your body trembling with the sheer intensity of her presence, but Sevika’s sharp gaze left no room for disobedience. Slowly, you began to rock your hips against her thigh, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Sevika leaned back, her expression smug as she took another drag of her cigar. “That’s it,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Show me how much you need it.”

The words cut through you, igniting a fire in your chest. You moved faster, your hips grinding against her thigh as you chased that delicious friction. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, your body trembling with the effort. Sevika’s eyes never left yours, that same smirk playing on her lips as she watched you squirm on her lap.

“Pathetic,” she muttered, her voice a low growl that made your stomach clench. “Look at you, so desperate for it. You couldn’t even last a day without trying to push my buttons, and now you’re falling apart over a little friction.”

Her words were harsh, cutting through the haze of pleasure that was starting to build inside you. You bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as you felt the heat between your legs grow more intense. Sevika’s eyes narrowed, her smirk widening as she leaned in closer.

“You’re soaking through your panties, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice a low purr that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. “I can feel it. You’re so wet for me, and I’m not even touching you.”

You whimpered, your hips moving faster as the pleasure started to build. The rough fabric of her pants rubbed against your sensitive flesh, the friction sending waves of heat through your body. Sevika’s hand tightened on your chin, forcing you to look at her as she spoke.

“Don’t you dare look away,” she commanded, her voice a low growl that made your body tremble. “You’re gonna look me in the eyes when you cum. You’re gonna remember who put you in this position. Who owns you.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, the heat between your legs growing more intense with every passing second. Your hips moved faster, chasing that delicious friction as the pleasure started to build inside you. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, your body trembling with the effort.

“That’s it,” Sevika muttered, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “So desperate for it. Just a little more, and you’ll fall apart for me. Won’t you?”

You nodded, your body trembling as the pleasure started to crest. Sevika’s smirk widened, her eyes never leaving yours as she took another drag of her cigar. “Go on,” she said, her voice a low purr that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. “Cum for me.”

The words pushed you over the edge, your body trembling as the pleasure exploded through you. Your hips ground against her thigh, the friction sending waves of heat through your body as you came undone. Your breath came in short, uneven gasps, your body trembling with the sheer intensity of the pleasure coursing through you.

Sevika’s grip on your chin tightened, forcing you to look at her as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Her eyes were cold and calculating, but there was a faint flicker of something else—something that made your stomach clench with anticipation.

“Good girl,” she murmured, her voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. “Now, get off me.”

[sevikaslatinawife]

I’m missing my wife more than usual today

Pheromones perfume with sevika because she was angry and ignoring you so you took matters in your own hand

Pheromones perfume. ─ suggestive ( since I don't write smut often )

Sevika had been in one of her moods — brooding, jaw tight, and giving you the silent treatment like a professional. No amount of sweet talking or teasing had broken her stubborn resolve. You weren't even sure what had set her off this time, but you'd had enough of being ignored.

So, naturally, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

The pheromone perfume had been an impulse buy, sitting unused on your vanity for weeks. You never thought you'd actually wear it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. One spritz to your neck, a dab on your wrists, and you were ready for war.

Sevika was in the living room, sprawled on the couch, arms crossed over her chest, pretending to watch some mindless show. The moment you walked in, her head turned ever so slightly.

“Hey,” you greeted casually, standing a little too close as you leaned on the back of the couch.

Her nose twitched.

“New perfume?” she asked, voice low, skeptical.

“Mm, yeah. You like it?”

She grunted, trying to play it cool, but her eyes flicked to your neck, lingering just a bit too long.

You bit back a grin, brushing your fingers through your hair, subtly wafting the scent toward her. “Thought I'd switch things up. You know, since someone's been all grumpy.”

Her lips twitched, almost betraying a smile, but she fought it off. “Not grumpy,” she muttered, though her voice had lost its edge.

“Oh, sure. You're a ray of sunshine,” you teased, leaning down so your lips were close to her ear.

Sevika shifted, clearly uncomfortable — not from annoyance but from the sudden heat crawling up her neck. Her jaw clenched tighter, but her pupils were blown wide now, betraying her composure.

“You're doing this on purpose,” she accused, voice husky.

“Me? Never,” you said innocently, brushing past her arm as you circled the couch.

Before you could get far, her hand shot out, gripping your wrist. Her touch was firm, possessive. “Careful, bby,” she warned, though there was no real threat in her voice, only desire simmering beneath.

You smiled sweetly, knowing you'd won. “Or what?”

Her eyes darkened. “Or I’ll remind you who you're teasing.”

that predatory gleam you knew so well sparking to life. In one swift motion, she tugged you down onto her lap, your knees straddling her thick thighs. The heat radiating from her body was intoxicating, making your head spin.

"You think a little perfume's all it takes to get me worked up?" she murmured, her lips ghosting over your neck, just shy of contact.

"You tell me," you whispered breathlessly, tilting your head to give her access.

Sevika let out a low, gravelly chuckle, her breath hot against your skin. "You're trouble, you know that?"

Her hand slid up your thigh, calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The teasing brush of her thumb against your hip made your pulse race.

"And you're stubborn," you countered, barely able to keep your voice steady as her mouth finally found your neck, lips and teeth dragging over sensitive skin.

"Stubborn enough to make you beg," she growled, nipping at your pulse point just hard enough to make you gasp.

Your fingers tangled in her short hair, nails scraping against her scalp as you pressed closer. "Pretty sure you're the one who broke first," you managed to taunt, though your voice was shaky with need.

Sevika's eyes flicked up, sharp and dangerous, a slow grin spreading across her face. "Is that right, princess?" Her voice was low, teasing, but there was an edge to it—a warning.

Her hand slid down your back, rough fingers tracing along your spine before settling firmly on your hip. "to confident for someone shaking like a leaf," she murmured, her lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"I'm not—" The words caught in your throat as Sevika's hand moved lower, slipping under your skirt without hesitation.

"Not what?" she whispered, voice dripping with smug amusement. "Not nervous? Not completely at my mercy?"

Your breath hitched as her fingers brushed against bare skin, teasing along your thigh. "Sevika..."

"Hmm? What's that, bunny?" Her tone was infuriatingly cocky now, her hand unapologetically exploring, fingers curling just enough to make your legs tremble.

"You—"

"Me?" she interrupted with a smirk, pressing a little harder, her breath hot against your neck.

A shiver ran through you, words lost in the heat between you both as Sevika claimed every ounce of control you'd thought you had.