#cowboy!sevika

[acidblum]

strapping down cowboy!sevika in all of her glory?? I’M IN!!! MDNI 18+ strap-on use (s!receiving)..

she sure as hell had a big awful grin on her face every time a stranger complimented her larger than life physique and gains, tipping her cowboy hat when the old ladies ooh-aah-ed at how strong she is, and oh how lucky you are to be hers. needless to say they don’t need to know she wasn’t the one holding the reigns behind closed doors..

the musky smell of your mixed sweat filled the room, her controlled grunts kept on getting louder by the second as the slam of your thighs rendered her down to nothing but scrambling hands trying to hold onto your waist.

“ha-h yes” poor big ol' sevi had it coming as your mind filled with the sight of the women gloating over her and hovering and more so touching all over her with you by her side!! "say it" you spit against clenched teeth, looking down at the way her soaked pussy glistened, making you nearly drool and cause a mess.

" s-say wh-ah-t??" oh how she's so clueless, brows knitting so deep in question as she tries to not lose her mind. your strap hitting her deep—the same one she hand picked specifically for you to try on her, a girthy one at that.

hand slithering into her hair, bringing your face closer to hers, engulfing her heavy breaths and moans as you kiss her open mouth, eyes never leaving hers as she looks at your lips in pure hunger. a breathy whisper landing against her lips as she chases yours. "you're mine sevi say. it."

“ f-fuck ‘m yours, ‘is all for you” she groans as your nails dig into the flesh of her waist. “yeah that’s right vika..you’re all mine baby”

thrusts never ceasing, you bring your forefingers to her swollen enlarged and creamed clit, pinching and jerking her nub with enough force to have your big wife tumbling over as she mewls “f-fackk a-ngh.” hands groveling to hold something..anything.

“you gonna cum f’ me vika?? hm? gonna ruin the bed for us??”

“y-yes…pleaseee” her thighs vibrated as you felt her pussy grip the strap so tight it could’ve snapped off. “go on then” you command as your hand lands a soft slap straight onto her clit, earning a whine from sevika “ah-h.” her eyes rolling back and you swear you can feel the way her pussy spasms around the strap. “good job sevi” hand coming up to stroke up and down her thigh.

and there it was, a sight for sore eye. a creamy rim painting the base of your green strap that’s still so deep inside your lover as she lies there trying to catch her breath with a sweaty temple and shaky legs, so out of it and still looking at you with nothing but admiration as you in return admire the state you’ve put the strongest woman in town in. it is quite the flex...

© acidblum

[miracleboylene]

butch hatred on tiktok annoyed me badly, so here's cowboy sevika on the butch flag, inspired by a twt by @/melvikasmonroe on twt

[normal-human-girl]

Hashtag yeehaw

[baambied]

𝒄𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - having you ride on her abs while wearing her cowboy hat.

drabble❦

"atta girl, doin' so good for me" sevika's low, smoth husky voice ranged through your ears, her southern accent making you stomach churn in delight. . . your hips moved in a fast pace, your wet slick cunt moving up and down her muscular stomach, her large hands cupping your ass occasionally letting a rough slap on your flesh which caused you to whine and flinch.

grunts escaping your soft lips as the contact of your warm cunt moved smoothly against sevikas flesh.

"cmon on darlin' make me proud," sevika said with a soft growl in her voice, her large hands holding onto you tightly. . . . she loved this, loved the sight of you attempting to get yourself off on her . . . and the fact that her brown cowboy hat sat tightly on top of your head - pupils dilated as you quickened your pace.

your hand grabbed sevika's wrist , causing her grip to loosen - you brought her hand to your right boob letting her cup it , sevika letting out a soft grunt at your action.

"my pretty cowgirl is so dirty huh?. . . . " sevika says teasingly before moving her hand to your waist, she could tell you were getting tired - your thighs burning and pace faltering.

sevika's hands started to move them for you, in a quick fast pace, making you whimper and dropping your head in her neck as the cowboy hat that was once on your head now fell to the floor , sevika humming at the sound of your soft pants and wines that escaped your lips and right into her ears.

"s-sev! imma gonna! ah! fuck!" sevika smirked at your words, letting out a low grunt as she felt your cunt let out your sweet juices right on her stomach - the feeling of you clenching around nothing against her turned her on even more.

"Get on your stomach darlin'. ."

cowboy!sevika headcannons

[bunniehrtz]

DO YOU PICTURE ME LIKE I PICTURE YOU?

cowboy!sevika loves to picture you when she’s alone. in her bedroom. in her bed. naked

pink pony club masterlist

sevika draws the blinds, her bedroom becoming dark. a single ray of sunlight shines through the cracks of each side of the window where the blinds just miss the wall. her mind was full of you. your smell, your eyes, your voice, your laugh, that skimpy little dress you were wearing today. the way your skirt only barely covered the fat of your ass. the way you paraded around town so cheerfully, how different you are to her. god, you’re insatiable.

the coital thoughts that swarm her mind, found themselves collecting at the bottom of her stomach, a wetness pooling in her panties. every item of clothing suddenly feels too tight, sevika wastes no time in ridding herself of them. she lays there, her head rested on a soft pillow where your scent lingers. “fuck,” she whispers under her breath, hissing gently as the cool air hits her weeping cunt.

sevika drags her fingers down her chiseled, toned stomach, feeling her fingertips smooth over the hair cascading down from below her belly button, to the top of her oh so pretty pussy. her middle and ring finger land on her clit, weeping and aching to be touched by you, preferably. but her own hands will have to do. sevika’s head turns as she presses down onto her clit forcefully, your scent engulfing her every sense.

“god, baby,” she whispers as if you were in front of her, as if these fingers were yours. her bottom lip is stuck between her teeth, picturing you in all the ways her hazed mind could. the shade of your lipstick, your hair, your cheeks, your eyes, what you looked like when you sleep.

“perfect fuckin’ girl,” her gruff voices echos through her bedroom, through the whole house. your name, sandwiched between low groans and heavy breaths follow.

her fingers drag down the length of her seeping pussy, collecting her wetness at her entrance before she pushes them in, her legs opening wider as her back pushes up off of her squeaking mattress. her lip stays stuck between her teeth, her mouth only opening to let tiny squeaks of pleasure out. her ring and middle fingers make haste, a gasp ringing out as she inserts a third. her thumb pokes up, pressing circles over her clit, moving rhythmically with her digits.

her hand begins to move quickly, feeling her own pussy clench around her own fingers. she’s close, she’s so close.

“baby, baby-oh, fuck!” sevika growls, feeling a wave crash in her stomach, her stomach tensing up as she pulls her fingers away, squirting inches in front of where her body now lay flat.

her hand comes up to just about cover her eyes. she laughs, embarrassed. “fuck.”

[f4ntasywh0re]

the giver just dropped and suddenly i’m thinking about cowboy!sevika railing me into oblivion

[sevikasfemme]

as someone born and raised in the south i am daydreaming about domestic southern sevi in the low country

i just think i would be a perfect pretty femme wife for sev idc idc call me delusional 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️i am the epitome of a sweet, southern, gingham wearing, housewife. i’d bake all her favorites and have dinner ready for my big strong butch when she gets home. UGH this has me thinking though!! CHAT!!!

fellow bumpkins— how does sevi drink tea?

[smutslut333]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60903100

Cowboy/gunslinger sevika pt 2 by the same author from before

[atomicami]

i’ll be posting part 1 of the velvet confession next week, but in the meantime, feel free to pick out a second part for me to work on next!

[sleepygirlfemme]

save me butch cowboy… please… butch cowboy save me

[madewithsilk]

— ꜰᴜᴛɪʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪᴄᴇꜱ 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

synopsis; outlaw cowboy sevika takes a detour and ends up lost at night with nowhere to stay. stumbling over to your house, she hopes it's not an old husband with a rifle and luckily, it's not.

pairing; outlaw cowboy sevika x widow farm-girl reader

cw; age gap, inexperienced (w/ women) reader, experienced sevika, sub!reader, dom!sevika, oral (r!receiving), tribbing

The sun blared down relentlessly on the farm, a scorching sunset that felt more suited to the height of summer than the gentle welcome of spring. The air shimmered with heat and humidity, and the horses stood restlessly, needing constant relief, their flanks fanned with hastily created gusts and cool buckets of water at the ready, providing brief moments of respite from the sweltering heat. It was that time of year again when the pace quickened and the workload surged, a stark reminder of the solitude that had settled over the farm. You shouldered the immense responsibility alone, grappling with the demands of each day, marking the second year since your husband had passed. Yet, the absence was not necessarily what left you scarred, but the loneliness.

As Sevika’s horse trotted along the parched dirt path, it kicked up a swirling cloud of dust that danced in the golden light of the setting sun. The outlines of a quaint village began to emerge, revealing a tapestry of little houses nestled amid patches of vibrant green grass and fields dotted with diligent farmers. The warm hues of dusk cast long shadows, and Sevika squinted against the sun's glare, readjusting her wide-brimmed hat to shield her eyes. Her sense of direction wavered, adding a hint of uncertainty to her journey as she moved toward a barn.

The sundress draped over your boots, its delicate fabric gathering at the hem as you hiked it up to avoid the mud that threatened to cling to the ruffles at the bottom. Your hand shielded your features from the harsh sun, refilling the buckets of water constantly at the horse's disposal. Once the job was done, you rushed towards the steps into your home. Sitting on one of the steps, you removed your boots with grace and kept them on the stairs before wandering into your house.

Sevika had no choice but to ask for hospitality from a stranger. Her best bet was to find someone's wife on a good day instead of an old man with a rifle and in the know about her crimes. It was unlikely such a situation would conclude in her demise, but rather another dilemma to cover up. A clueless woman she could butter up with a charming gaze and the seducing threat of her strap carried on her hip.

Sevika dismounted from her horse, the leather saddle creaking softly as she slid to the ground. With a practiced motion, she looped the reins around a sturdy post. As she strolled toward the imposing wooden doors of the largest barn, her hat threatened to slip from her head, catching the afternoon breeze. She ascended the worn steps, her boots clicking evenly against the weathered wood, and caught sight of a pair of feminine boots resting by the entrance. With a mix of curiosity and caution, she lifted her hand, her knuckles rapping sharply against the door, her expression unyielding just in case.

Your eyes shot open at the thudding coming from your front door, putting down the heavy load of laundry with a lavender aroma to go towards your lock. Your hands trembled as you twisted the lock, reminding yourself of where your late husband's gun was. With a swift motion, the door creaked open to reveal the intimidating and broad figure of a woman with a familiar face. Your lips parted in an O shape, scars painted through out Sevika’s arms and the holster around her hips. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the bulging muscles and mean expression, words stuck on the tip of your tongue.

Sevika’s jaw unclenched at the pure sight of a tender woman, floral pattern sundress reaching down to her toes. Sevika palmed the hat, removing it out of manners and respect. Her expression now turned sickeningly sweet, a smirk plastered across her lips. “Good day, ma’am.” Sevika spoke with a bourbon-smooth voice. Your hands formed into fists around the fabric of your dress, unsure of what this woman wanted. “Please.. I'm not old enough for such a title,” You joked in response, a humorless chuckle leaving your mouth.

Sevika winked, eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat. “Well, me and my horse are unfortunately a lost cause. Been on my travels and it seems I took the wrong turn.” She shifted to the side, allowing you the sight of a nearly dehydrated horse. Pity overwhelmed you, a pout gracing your face. Animals always were your soft spot. “Oh goodness, that's terrible,” Even now with the information given to you, it confirmed your suspicions. This woman had a large bounty on her head, her face established in every newspaper. But Lord, how could you deny the willing and attractive face, especially in times of loneliness?

“Do you think I could spend the night here, miss?” Sevika’s voice carries a subtle urgency, a plea veiled in the softness of her words. You pause, biting your glossy bottom lip as a swirl of thoughts dances through your mind. She’s not just armed with a weapon; there’s a strength about her that draws you in, making the prospect of her company seem less daunting.

With a gentle nod, you agree, your heart racing slightly at the unexpected invitation. You swiftly maneuver your boots back onto your feet, readying yourself to tend to the horse. A sigh of relief escapes Sevika, though behind her calm demeanor lurks a myriad of unanswered questions about your innocence.

Following your lead, she grasps the rope with a firm yet careful grip, guiding the horse alongside you. The air is thick with the earthy scent of the stable as you move in harmonious silence, your hands deftly lifting the hem of your dress to prepare food and water. You attend to the animals with polish, filling separate buckets with food and water.

It wasn't long before you both headed inside, Sevika removing her boots outside your home and hanging the hat up on a rack. Your home was picturesque and tidy, with no physical stench of a husband or a man left behind. You stood behind the counter of your kitchen, holding a damp rag in nervousness. “I'm sure you must be parched,” You broke the silence, gazing up at Sevika. She cocks a brow at your fidgety behavior but thinks nothing of it, nodding and leaning against your counter. “Is iced tea to your liking?” You mumble and Sevika nods once again.

You got to work, the citrus scent and taste of iced tea beginning to fill the crevices of your home, the laundry completely forgotten as your mind was fixed on the woman. You kept your gaze averted, squeezing the lemons, and then stuttering out a question. “Will you continue to flaunt the harness around your hips or would you prefer a place to store them?” Sevika chuckles at how observing you were, the sound of metal clacking at bay while she lays it on the counter. “I'm sure you're curious,“ She daunts. You giggle sweetly and pour two glasses for you and the older woman. “There is quite much to be curious about.” You state as the icy beverage slips down your dry throat. “Yeah, likewise.” She hums out and mimics your gestures.

“You can ask away, Sevika.” You slip up, her name stumbling off your tongue with such ease. You could only possibly know from the name in bold on every daily newspaper. Your fingers crossed anxiously hoping she didn't catch that. All Sevika did was raise a brow, noticeably troubled. She shrugs it off, walking closer to you and strumming a hand on your waist. “You're not married.” She stated, her hand grazing over yours, fingers tracing the spot on where a ring was supposed to be.

You jerked your hand away, “He passed.” She hurls at the words, hand moving towards your face. Your solitude left you in an utmost desperate and pathetic state, leaning into her touch. She hid her resentment as she spoke, “Pity,” Her hands tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, keeping eye contact with you as your lashes fluttered at her. “You shoulder the responsibility of both man and woman.” Sevika pities, nearly coming into your ear. You shake your head thoughtlessly.

Sevika observed the way you shuddered, each subtle twitch betraying the vulnerability you felt whenever her hands brushed your skin. You were inexperienced in the realm of intimacy with women, particularly with someone as seasoned and older as she was, whose presence both intrigued and intimidated you. Each gentle touch sent ripples of uncertainty through you, awakening sensations you had never encountered before. Her past of crime alongside the thoughts that worried you clouded your mind. “Do I make you nervous, doll?” She mumbled, her lips hovering over your ear and cheek, leaving you breathless. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

You shake your head, observing how she pressed her body flush against yours with no care. “Have you?” Your little whisper of intrigue made Sevika chuckle, ghosting kisses down your neck. You felt dirty and guilty for making such a mockery of your late husband. So close to making love in his own home. You simply wanted to be kind and shelter a woman for a day or two. “Oh, darling.” She humored you, tongue soaking the sides of your jawline, eyebrows knitting together. “I've had many— younger, older, meaner.” Her laundry list could potentially go on. “I don't think any have been as sweet as you, could bite into you and it’d be pure sugarcane.” Her teasing seemed like mocking yet she truly meant most of it. Nonetheless, he enjoyed your little gasps.

Your lips hovered just inches apart, poised for connection, yet she could see the reluctance flickering in your eyes, a hint of shame casting a shadow over the moment. It was a feeling she didn’t want to linger. With a soft sigh, Sevika stepped back, arching an eyebrow as she distanced herself from the counter. "Is there anywhere I can freshen up? The sun has set below the horizon; it feels like it’s finally time for some rest," she remarked, her tone blending curiosity with a hint of playfulness.

You break out of the trance, guiding her softly toward the bathroom. As she navigates the living room, her gaze catches on the open newspaper sprawled across the coffee table, featuring a prominent image of her face that commands attention. A small laugh escapes her lips, and she quickens her pace to follow after you, a spark of entertainment in her eyes. It seems you held less unknowingness than she initially thought.

Her shower lasted 20 minutes, granting you a rare moment of silence to collect yourself. You took the time to light candles scattered throughout your home, their warm flickering flames casting a soft, ambient glow that filled the space with clarity. Leaning back on the sofa with cozy, off-white blankets, you folded the freshly washed clothes, the fabric soft and fragrant, as you savored the comforting atmosphere that surrounded you. You could hardly focus on the repetitive movements, leg bouncing with anticipation for her to hurry out. As the water began to drain, avid footsteps on the wooden clad floor making herself known.

The light presented her with a more in-depth portrayal than simple sunlight, a black, cropped wife-pleaser decorating her expansive shoulders and back, the lack of a bra letting you stare at her hardened nipples. You tried to avoid that, staring down towards her mid-rise pants that exposed the trail of hair leading up towards her navel. A throaty whimper escaped you, crossing your legs scandalously. “Am I sleeping on a couch or a bed? Anything of the sort is fine,” Sevika was consciously avoiding the elephant in the room, her previous suggestive touch. You cleared your throat, eyeing her face instead which had damp, face-framing strands of hair covering some features.

“You could take the guest room,” You mumbled, pinching the flame in the living room and walking toward the end of the hallway. An untouched room was opened, perfectly set up for any potential or unwarranted guests. She towered over you when beside you, leaning against the doorframe while observing the spare room. She walks in, hand flat on the cotton sheets. You let out a long breath while turning around.

Your steps were interrupted by Sevika’s voice and arm reaching out for you. Her larger hand on your shoulder sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps trailing up your body. “Yes?” You whispered, the crack in your voice betraying your attempted indifference. “Tell me,” Sevika began, turning you completely around while shutting the door with her heel. She could smell the fear from you. “How did you know my name? Why didn't you fear the guns I carried?” Sevika knew the answer to all of this, she enjoyed the way you scurried for excuses. Yet, you fell silent.

Her laugh echoed, holding you against her and guiding your figure towards the bed. “You act so unassuming, nearly fooled me, dollface.” You whined, hands already flooding towards her and groping the parts you wished to touch. She had caught you, there was no purpose in hiding your core emotions. “You knew who I was, what I’m guilty of.” She murmured against your virgin neck, finally nibbling on it while she pushed you down on the bed and straddled your hips.

“Answer me this, dear,” She started up, kissing your neck and cheek while squeezing your sensitive tits. You had already lost all will of resistance, arms circling her neck and legs wrapped around her torso. “Did you just want me to fuck you?” Her vulgarity took you by surprise, pulling your head away and staring into her eyes. Something about how unapologetic she was made you want to be the same back. “Ye-yea.” Sevika shook her head and forcefully came to your clothes, working them off of your frame.

You both end up completely nude, your sopping cunt begging for some friction. You had no clue how to do this nor how to pleasure her, you were squeamish, stuttering while asking for instructions. “Woman, relax.” She huffed out, pushing you onto your back and kissing down to your pussy. “Just let me take care of everything.” You were holding your breath till her tongue came down flat on your sensitive cunt, an exhaled moan shakily leaving you. She latched onto your clit, suckling on it till your hands tugged at her hair.

Her fervor when pumping her tongue inside of your entrance had your back arching off the mattress, squirming away from her touch. “Don’t run, doll,” She said muffled, holding you down with a firm arm as you babble softly. “Think— think i’m, ngh-” She chuckles as you clench around her tongue, pulling away and not giving you enough relief to suffice for an orgasm. Your whimpers increased, tugging harsher on her hair to try and bring her back but failing. “So damn spoiled. Be patient.”

You nodded with built-up patience, watching her hover above you. She manhandled your legs, forcing them into an easier access position. Your pretty cunt was on display, perfect for her to grind against. It wasn't too long of staring before she placed her own pussy against yours. Your clit catches on hers, her much larger one fucking against yours. You couldn't resist the relentless babbles, eyes rolling back in immense pleasure.

Your own clit wasn't as large as hers, it caught you by surprise. Your hand shot up to her hips, trying to guide her to right spots but she seemingly knew more than you. Her palms used your tits as leverage, fucking against your frantically. “Sev’, goddd, can’t take it!” you ramble, head thrown back along with your eyes going completely white. The ego boost from how sensitive you were was so good, forcing her to groan and keep rubbing her sensitive and swollen pussy quicker against yours. “Dirty girl, been begging for this relief huh?” She mocked.

She reached her lips down against yours and finally kissed you, slipping her tongue past your lips and exploring every inch of your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, lips eventually giving out as her wet cunt dripped onto yours harshly. “Fucking husband– shittt— o-of yours couldn't make you cum this hard,” She boasted, reducing you to tears and moans.

The room had a stench of sex and sweat, nasty squelching and wet noises bouncing off the walls. A knot formed in both of your tummies, her hips stuttering against yours as she neared her orgasm. Her cum was creamy, dripping down onto your asshole. You followed quickly after, scratching at her back with your manicured nails as the orgasm crashed into you. “Just love knowing you’re fucking someone who could blow your head off, babygirl?” You whimpered and nodded, humping her and rutting up against her. She kissed your forehead, beads of sweat forcing your hair to stick to it.

“Sweet girl,” Sevika grumbled and kisses down your neck, not disconnecting her cunt from yours yet as you held her closer. The rest of the night was spent among giggles and cleaning up, limbs tangled as the moonlight seeped through the sheer curtains. You were unsure if you'd ever see her again for months going on by, she was an outlaw, you were well aware. Regardless, she promised to write you before mounting her horse again early in the morning.

[miracleboylene]

some more sketches:)

in order

-ranvika

-mel my beloved princess

-more cowboy sevika

-some self insert art DON'T JUDGE ME😞

[lily221118]

•⭐• Sevika x a younger, mean, femme girlfriend!

Sevika was known for her dominant, assertive aura, that's what maked her so hot. But it also meant she usually ended up with partners that levelled her out. She was used to coddling them, having to go out of her way to show affection in a way that was satisfactory for them.

That was, until she met you

You were younger than her by a good few years, the youngest she had ever let herself go for. She thought the younger the girl, the less they'd understand the way she was with her loved ones. Y'know, less worldly experience and whatever.

But you had no problem telling her off, putting her in her place, showing her tough love exactly the way she also gave it. And she found it endearing.

The rest of the undercity was scared of her, couldn't even uphold a conversation in fear of getting themselves beat. But you treated her like every other dickhead who was lucky enough to talk to you.

You could boss her around and she'd put her hands up in surrender, smirking with a "yes, ma'am"

"Sevika, get me a drink"

"open this"

"Did you just give me attitude?"

Fuck, she found it so hot. And thats why she would let you get away with it.

Multiple times, you had stopped Sevika from getting into brawls in public. She'd be all up in some guys face for looking at you the wrong way, "You wanna see what happens when you can't keep your eyes off my girl?"

"Sevika, sit down"

She'd scowl and grumble but she'd be back in her seat before you'd have to repeat yourself.

You both had your sweet moments though. And the harsh difference between those moments compared to the usual demeanor of the two of you made the moments even sweeter. Every now and then, she'd get a "Thank you, baby" or you'd compliment her the way you knew she liked, "My handsome woman". And, in return, she'd tell you how beautiful you are and how she appreciated the level of understanding you shared.

Overall, Sevika knew you were perfect for her. The perfect mix of high and low maintenance and not easily offended or knocked down. You could match her energy and double that with attitude.

Once those bedroom doors closed, however, she'd make sure you were sorry for every piece of attitude you had ever thrown at her.

[spidertams]

yeehawww ─ .✦

[g-vlssz]

No one really asked for Cowboy! Sevika but I'm here to provide it anyway

[bunniehrtz]

RED WINE SUPERNOVA

cowboy!sevika heard you like magic. she’s got a wand…and that’s it

“whatcha got there?” you ask, looking up at sevika, confused. she stands before you, at the foot of your bed, her hands behind her back. she shuffles on her feet, rocking back and forth, a faux innocence plastered on her face.

“guess,” sevika replies, ever so smugly. she furrows her eyebrows at the roll of your eyes, watching you lay down on her pillow.

“could literally be anything. just show me,” you smirk, picking your head back up to watch her.

sevika brings her hands around, showing you a box containing a pink wand vibrator.

“you’re kidding,” you say in a whisper, hiding your warming cheeks in your hands.

“you wanna try it out?”

“oh- fuck!” your screams of pleasure echo throughout the house. you worry about being heard by your neighbours, possibly the whole street. these thoughts are immediately wiped away by the buzz and vibrations of the toy being placed delicately on your weeping, engorged clit.

“how’s that, darlin? how’s that feel?” sevika whispers, biting down on her bottom lip as she pushes the toy ever so slightly further into your sex. her eyes darken at the sight of your back arching off the mattress, your legs lifting up to wrap around her waist. she sits between your legs, her left hand holding onto your thigh, the other holding the handle of the toy.

“god- fuck! sev!” you shriek, hiding your warmed, sweating face in the crook of her neck, your teeth sinking into the flesh. she takes this as it feels good.

“oh, i know, baby. just feels so good. aren’t you happy i got this for us?” she teases, biting back a laugh at your quick nods and whimpers muffled by her own skin.

“yes- thank you! thank you, sev- fuck!” you manage to spit out, in between screeches of pleasure.

“atta girl. always usin’ those manners,” she shakes her head happily, moving her hand from your thigh to your waist, pushing you back to lay against the bed.

between heavy breaths, you claw at sevika’s back and say, “more, please!”

“gotta tell me more than that, baby. you want my fingers?” sevika smiles down at you, her left hand trailing down your stomach to your cunt, her hand placed delicately at your entrance. you nod feverishly, bucking and grinding your hips forwardly at sevika.

you plead softly, whispers of please, please, please leave your mouth as you feel sev push her index and middle fingers inside, her mouth watering at the way your body reacts to her touch, the way your knees shake, the way your back arches off of the mattress, the way you clench around her fingers. sevika tries to take it all in, but your screams of satisfaction pull her back into reality.

sevika knows your body well, she knows what makes you tick, how to get you close. she feels your sex become tighter, your abdomen tensing, your legs spread further and she knows. she leans over to place soft kisses on your thighs, subtly turning the toy to the highest setting.

“know you’re close, baby. come on, cum on my fingers, darlin,” sevika whispers into your thigh, pushing you over the edge. your sight goes fuzzy, the band in your stomach snapping as you feel yourself let go.

“oh, my girl. my good, beautiful girl. my best girl,” sevika whispers, pressing kisses from your thighs to your stomach, from your stomach to your breasts, from your breasts to your chest, up to your neck. she lands slow, open mouthed kisses to your neck, in that sweet spot she knows so well. you whimper softly at the feeling, lifting your hands to her hair.

sevika looks up into your glazed over eyes, sitting up to place a kiss on your swollen lips. you lengthen the kiss by swiping your tongue over her bottom lip, her mouth opening immediately in response. you hear a whisper, a whine, and a..click?

“sevika! fuck! can you turn that off?”