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Melvika Week 2025 - Day 4: Possessive (@melvikaweek2025)

mel medarda x sevika

word count: 3.3k

contains: smut again!, jealousy, fingering, oral, semi public sex, top!mel, bottom!sev, hickeys, mel is mean and sev loves it (so do i), lest appearance 😼

description: mel is not the jealous type, but the only person in the world who can get under her skin just showed up to this gala, and her wife sevika makes the fatal mistake of talking to her.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

mel medarda masterlist // sevika masterlist

Striding into the grand ballroom with purpose, a commanding presence steals the attention of everyone she passes, courteous nods and greetings following her trek to the center of the room. Emerald eyes scan the busy room for one particular person, but her search comes up empty. Mel Medarda is attending her company's annual ball and fundraiser, which she's been asked to speak at later on, but her attention at the moment is only focused on finding her wife. Once she glances around a second time and still doesn't see her, she decides to head for the bar and wait for her there.

"Excuse me, miss." Mel pauses in her tracks as a wide grin spreads onto her face. She would recognize that voice anywhere.

"Would you mind telling me how my outfit looks?"

Spinning on her toes, she comes face to face with the woman she's been waiting on. Taking in the sight, Sevika is draped in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, hugging her body in all the right places, and her short hair is slicked back save for one particular piece that swoops down in front of her forehead. She looks absolutely dashing.

"That good, huh?"

Mel's swooning is interrupted by her wife's cocky remark and she reaches a slender hand up to her bowtie, adjusting it. "You clean up well."

Sevika throws her head back in a laugh, tickled by the shorter woman's insistence to keep her ego in check. Once she feels supple skin wrap around her hand, she looks down at their interlocked fingers and lets herself be led towards the bar, conversation beginning to flow.

"Ready for your big speech later?"

Sevika’s question is met with a sigh and roll of her eyes from Mel as they both sidle over to the bar counter. “I suppose,” she mumbles, propping her chin up on a closed fist.

They each order a drink, and the older of the two turns toward her wife, chuckling at her slumped figure, watching as her thumb mindlessly rubs the stem of her glass.

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic,” she teases, sipping her whiskey.

"They have me recycle the same talking points every year, it's so unimaginative."

Sevika can’t stop the smirk on her face from growing, already well aware of her wife’s annoyance at retelling the same story whenever this night rolls back around. She leans in closer to Mel, her free hand reaching for her waist.

“I know, but they love to hear you talk. It’s good for morale.”

“No, they don’t, they tolerate me,” she grumbles, leaning into her wife’s touch. Mel can feel her cheeks warm when Sevika moves in even closer, pulling her in until they’re practically chest to chest. The warmth of her breath grazes her cheek, and she fights the urge to shiver.

“It’s cute when you try to be humble,” the taller woman murmurs, eyes roaming over Mel's perfectly made up face.

“Maybe I’m just trying to be considerate,” she retorts, returning a wandering gaze over Sevika's chiseled features. Her eyes linger on her neck, taking in the bobbing of her throat as she swallows, and she has to stop herself from reaching up to run a finger along it.

Their joint reverie is broken when the chairman of the event hurriedly rushes over to them and asks to speak to Mel privately about her speech. Sevika leans just out of his sight and makes a comical face at the other woman, mimicking his expressions.

Mel purses her lips together, attempting to keep her composure at her wife's antics, but the corner of her mouth betrays her as it twitches into a smile. With a gracious nod, she gives Sevika a warning look, signaling silently to behave while she's gone. She then places her glass on the counter and leaves with the chairman, discussing details as they walk towards the main area.

The man leads Mel to the side of the ballroom where several other members of the committee are standing, and when she glances over her shoulder, she's able to see Sevika in the distance, looking right at her, still sipping her drink. Shooting her a smile, Mel turns back to the conversation in front of her, listening to the other people talk about what she can and cannot mention in her speech. Internally rolling her eyes as she's done this many times before, she peeks back towards the bar to catch a glimpse of her favorite person, but what she sees instead turns her stomach.

Her eyes fall on Lest, her wife's ex, who has found her way over to where Sevika is standing. She watches as the woman slides in with a sultry smile, laying a manicured hand dangerously close to the one her wife has placed on the counter. Mel can't tear her eyes away as Lest says something she can't decipher, and her heart twinges when she sees Sevika laugh in response.

As Mel and the others continue with their talk, her mind is in two places at once as she keeps herself engaged in their dialogue while also keeping a watchful eye on the scene unfolding at the bar. Sevika's put a more appropriate amount of space between them, but the fact that she's still engaging in conversation is making Mel's skin itch.

She can see Lest talking, and from the way her body moves, it's clear that she's flirting, but Sevika isn't doing anything to encourage her, so Mel relaxes slightly. But then her eyes catch sight of a smirk on the other woman's face, and she slides a card across the counter, grazing Sevika's hand.

That's what finally breaks Mel's patience. She turns back to the committee members and interrupts them, asking if there's anything more they need from her. Upon hearing they don't, she makes a beeline straight for the bar, eyes locked onto her wife. Luckily for Lest, she disappears into the crowd before Mel finally reaches the area. Sevika is caught off guard when she notices a certain shorter woman heading back over, and as she stops in front of her, she can tell immediately that something is off.

"Hey," she starts with a smile, "I thought you were still–"

She's interrupted as slender fingers grip her wrist, and before she knows what's happening, Sevika is being pulled away from her unfinished drink and through a back door into an empty hall.

"Wait–!"

Any further words Sevika wants to say are cut off as her back is roughly pressed against a wall and she finds herself pinned by the blazing emerald gaze of her wife. Mel is silent and her body hovers close, her hand still wrapped firmly around Sevika's wrist. "What was Lest saying to you?"

Sevika can feel a slight shiver run down her spine at the intensity of her stare and her tight grip. Even still, she tries to keep her cool, not wanting to give her any more reason to be upset. "She was just saying hello, asking how I've been."

Mel lets out a scoff, jealousy clouding her judgement. "Just asking how you've been? Looked to me like she was flirting." Her eyes narrow as she looks at Sevika, searching for any indication that her gut feeling is correct.

"Okay, yes, she tried, but I told her I was happily married and have been for a while now, so she stopped right away and then we just talked about work."

A huff of annoyance leaves Mel as Sevika explains her interaction with the other woman, but some of the tension in her body seems to loosen. "And you didn't think to stop talking to her once she started flirting with you?"

Now it's Sevika's turn to scoff. "And what was I supposed to do, walk away in the middle of the conversation? We're both a part of this event, that wouldn't look good for me or you."

Mel knows that her wife has a point, but the frustration building inside of her is making her stubborn. Her grip on Sevika's wrist hasn't relented and she pulls her even further towards her until their bodies are pressed up against each other. Sevika feels Mel’s body melds into her own, their faces now only inches away. She can sense the heat radiating off the shorter woman, and she wants to melt into her touch, but something is off.

"What has gotten into you?" she asks, voice low. “You’ve never acted like this before.”

"I don't like the way she was looking at you," Mel huffs, still refusing to back down.

There's a hint of possessiveness in her voice, and it's not something Sevika has heard very often during their marriage. It ignites something in her, a mixture of confusion and arousal. Sevika decides to tread carefully, not wanting to add a layer of fuel to the already burning fire within Mel. She swallows the lump in her throat, trying to keep her voice steady.

"You don't need to worry, sweetheart, I only have eyes for you."

A predatory smile graces Mel's normally delicate features, and Sevika realizes she's in danger. "I know that, but I think I think you need a reminder."

Smashing their mouths together, Mel gives her wife no time to react before she begins biting and sucking at her lips, anger evident in her touch. Sevika is taken aback by the sudden change in behavior from her usually composed wife. Mel's kiss is aggressive and demanding, stealing the air from her lungs. Her free hand comes up to rest on Mel's hip, fingers gripping her more firmly as she attempts to get in a word but is silenced again by an insistent tongue.

"Mel–"

Any further protests are immediately silenced when Sevika feels a strong thigh slide in between her legs, causing her to gasp out loud. Mel presses herself against Sevika's body, pinning her in place and continuing her assault on her lips. She tries to keep up with the kiss but can't help the little noises she's making as Mel grinds her leg against her with purpose.

Feeling a firm grip pulling at her zipper, Sevika breaks the kiss and clamps her hand down on her wife's as her wide eyes flick around the empty hallway. "What are you doing, someone could walk in at any second!"

Mel shifts to press open mouth kisses under the taller woman's jaw, smirking into the skin there. "Guess you should've thought of that earlier, hm?" She frees her hand and continues her earlier movements, yanking open Sevika's pants and shoving her hand inside her underwear.

Sevika nearly moans at the feeling of Mel's hand on her, the noise catching in her throat at the last second. She fights to keep a clear head and gently pushes Mel's shoulders, trying to create some distance.

"Baby, I-I'm not sure this is–" She's cut off as the words morph into a stifled whine, Mel's fingers firmly pressing against her clit.

"Not sure this is what?" Mel asks, biting down on her wife's neck as she rubs her fingers against her. "Appropriate? Neither was what you were doing, so now I have to remind you who you belong to." She can feel Sevika's pulse fluttering under her mouth, and her smirk only widens at the reaction to her touch. Circling the now puffy bud with more intensity, Mel takes her free hand to undo her wife's bowtie and top button of her collar before beginning to suck at her neck.

Sevika gasps, head falling back against the wall and giving the woman on a rampage better access to her skin. The feeling of Mel's mouth assaulting her neck and the fingers moving between her legs has her knees weak with sensation.

"Oh god," she whispers, breathless. "Someone's going to hear us."

"I'm willing to take that risk." Mel gives no warning before plunging two fingers inside her lover, causing her to cry out in surprise. The feeling causes a wave of pleasure to run through Sevika, and her mouth hangs open as ragged gasps escape her. "Oh shit," she whimpers, closing her eyes to focus on not coming undone right then and there.

"You're being too–"

She's cut off again, this time by lips devouring hers with purpose. Wet sounds are all that's heard through the space as teeth and tongues clash, desperate noises filling the air between them. Mel separates their mouths before quickly reaching her mouth up to the other woman's ear and licking a slow stripe along the shell of it. "Say you're mine. Say it."

Despite the haze of need that has taken over her brain, Sevika manages to get some of her wits about her to respond, albeit in a breathy voice.

"I'm yours," she groans out. "All yours."

A pleased smirk spreads across Mel's face as she hears Sevika comply, the possessive fire within her growing. She moves to suck another hickey into the taller woman’s neck, fingers still moving and curling inside of her.

"That's what I like to hear."

Feeling gummy walls start to clench around her, Mel can tell her wife is close, and immediately after, she hears tell tale whines accompany it. Sevika's legs begin shaking, the sensations too much to fight as they build up further and further. She bites down on her lip, trying to keep the noises from escaping but failing. Clenching her nails into whatever she can grab, her body tenses up, muscles straining, and she can feel the release starting to wash over her.

"Ah, I–"

Suddenly, she's left empty as the other woman withdraws her hand and takes a step away. In a daze, Sevika quickly blinks her eyes open before landing on the traitor in front of her. “What the fuck?”

Her confusion is instantly replaced with surprise, seeing her wife slowly kneel before her and begin tugging her pants and boxers towards her ankles. Mel watches as Sevika looks down at her, eyes wide and glossy with desire. As Sevika's now half undressed form is exposed, her lover can see the effects she's caused so far, and that only makes her want to ruin her even more.

Mel starts to reach out and run her fingers against Sevika's bare thigh, inching closer and closer to her leaking center. Just as she's about to reach it, she suddenly moves both of her hands behind Sevika's knees and spreads her legs even further apart, causing the woman to shiver.

"Keep your eyes on me, darling," Mel murmurs, looking up to meet her gaze, before licking a long, sensual stripe up the inner side of Sevika's thigh. A breathless moan falls from Sevika's throat as Mel's hot, wet tongue glides against her sensitive skin, and she can feel herself becoming achingly aroused yet again. Her thighs tremble slightly as she tries to stay upright, and she clutches at the wall behind her to balance herself.

"Stay still. We don't want you falling, do we?" That low command sends a shiver down Sevika's spine, and she obeys without protest, wanting nothing more than to be good for the woman between her legs.

Her breath hitches as she feels a tongue begin to circle her clit, thighs trembling even more intensely than before. She can feel the need rising in her body again, her senses overwhelmed with desire.

"Fuck, baby."

She doesn't respond, too preoccupied with what her mouth is doing, but she continues to run her hands up and down Sevika's thighs, fingers digging into taunt muscle, keeping her firmly in place. The tongue on the older woman's clit moves to push into her pulsing entrance, hungrily reaching for that spongy spot inside. Scratching against the barrier behind her, Sevika begins humping her wife's face, too far gone to care about being caught.

As soon as she feels the movement, Mel is quick to respond by shoving in harder, pressing up against that special place in a way that never fails to make Sevika whimper. With one hand still holding onto her thigh, Mel's free hand moves up to hold the taller woman in place, not letting her escape her touch. Sevika feels like she's on the edge of insanity, her mind completely shut off as she chases the sensations coursing through her body. All she can concentrate on at the moment is her impending orgasm.

"I'm, I'm so close," Sevika chokes out, her head falling forward, glossy eyes locking onto the ones under her. Mel wants nothing more than to make her wife flood her tongue, so that's exactly what she does.

Her hand on Sevika's thigh moves to slip under her, fingers teasing her entrance before pushing in, making sure to crook in the way she knows drives her insane. Sevika's knees immediately buckle, the added stimulation too much to handle. "Oh, oh, oh," she moans, one hand coming down to grip at the back of Mel's head.

With her head thrown back, mouth open, and loud, unabashed noises filling the room, Sevika is practically on the verge of tears. Her body locks up as her orgasm finally hits her, a cry of her wife's name leaving her lips as surges of pleasure wrack through the statuesque woman. After several lengthy moments, Sevika slumps against the wall, breathing heavily. She has just enough strength to lift her head and look at Mel, who is wiping the fluids from her chin with a satisfied smile.

Seeing Sevika so thoroughly wrecked has Mel nearly drooling as she stands, taking in the woman before her. Her face is damp, body trembling slightly, and Mel has to clench her legs together to fight off the ache.

"I hope you learned your lesson," she says with a smirk, moving up to capture her wife's now swollen lips in a slow but firm kiss. Despite her current state, Sevika melts into the kiss, savoring the taste of herself on her wife's tongue. When the need for air becomes unavoidable, she pulls away from her slowly, breath coming in ragged huffs.

"You are...a menace," she manages to choke out, voice low and hoarse.

"Isn't that why you married me?" Mel gives her a sly look as she reaches forward and plucks the handkerchief from Sevika's jacket pocket, using it to clean the remaining liquid off of her face. Sevika chuckles, watching her wife's movements. Despite how intense things had gotten, she can't help the affection that washes over her.

"There's many reasons why I married you," she replies, still fighting to catch her breath, "but yes, that is one of them."

Plucking a lipstick out from the same place she grabbed the fabric, Mel reapplies her signature color before checking herself in the phone camera now being held up to her face. Once she's satisfied, she smooths out her dress, adjusting any unsatisfactory folds, and faces her lover. A laugh escapes Mel as she takes in the disheveled look; hair out of place, neck marked with bruises, rouge on her collar.

She starts raising a hand to neaten the mess when she hears the chairman of the board begin to speak through the muffled speakers inside. Realizing she has limited time before she has to give her speech, she presses a quick kiss to Sevika's cheek before turning to head back into the ball. As she reaches the entry, Mel calls over her shoulder in a teasing voice, "Fix yourself before you come back in!"

Sevika lets out a scoff, shaking her head as she watches her wife disappear through the door. She then flips the camera towards herself, eyes widening as she passes over the many marks and stains covering her. Realizing she can't reenter the event looking this way, she drops her hand and throws her head back against the wall.

"Fuck."

[king-of-docks]

Alright lets play "guess who is who based on my haircut headcanon".

[snapeingturtle]

I’m watching Shameless for the first time and idk why but I feel like for me Mickey Milkovich is another Snape variant bc I love him, he should be in prison, fuck he’s terrible, and I love him even more.

[sevynchaos]

time to be disappointed with MP again, but lets go Alqubaisi sisters 🙏🏽

[arcsimper5]

Sev's on Coral Island 🏝️❤️

The last character you drew/wrote about is now stuck in the last game you played. How screwed are they?

[bl00dy-brass-knuckles]

✨️*°•.stretch.•°*✨️

[inwithrin]

｡𖦹°‧ jealous sevika

imagine sevika getting dangerously possessive when you run into some old friend at the bar. it’s supposed to be your night—her hand on your thigh, drinks on her tab, her eyes tracing the shape of your mouth every time you smile. but then, a girl calls your name—someone she doesn’t know, but pulls you in for a hug that lasts too long.

cw: jealousy (duh heheh), dom!sevika, oral (reader!receiving), fingering (reader!receiving), sev fucks rough... there's aftercare <3

“this is my girlfriend… sevika,” you say, casually—your hand finds hers without thinking. sevika nods, slowly. doesn’t smile. doesn’t offer a hand.

her palm slides up your waist, firm and deliberate, until it’s resting just under your ribs. her fingers dig in—not hard, but enough to make you straighten a little in her lap. 

your friend gives her a once-over and says, almost teasing, “wow. she doesn’t talk much, huh?”

oh, but she’s talking. just not to her.

she’s talking with the way her thighs tighten around yours, the way her breath ghosts the back of your neck when she leans in, low and slow. 

“keep smiling like that and you’ll regret it,” she murmurs, just for you. her voice a low growl, something territorial.

your friend keeps chatting, completely unaware, but sevika’s done pretending to play nice. her hand slides lower, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, rough fingertips dragging across your bare stomach, and you’re squirming now—subtle, nervous, needy as you feel her packing—like she knew she needed her strap tonight. because you love it when she gets like this. when she gets quiet and sharp, eyes on fire, jaw clenched tight.

“you done catching up?” she whispers right against your ear, and you nod slowly. “good. say goodbye.”

you don’t even argue. can’t. not when she stands and pulls you with her, her grip bruising, possessive, all but dragging you out of the bar with a hand on your back.

with teeth grazing your skin as she mutters, “gonna remind you who you fuckin’ belong to.”

she will. again. and again.

by the time she gets you home, her patience is gone. the door barely clicks shut before she’s on you again—grabbing, pulling, stripping you bare like she needs skin. her mouth finds your neck, your chest, your stomach, biting and sucking down pretty marks like she wants everyone to see you tomorrow and know exactly who did this to you.

“on the bed, pretty,” she says, voice low and wrecked with need. 

you go—legs shaky, heart pounding, skin flushed all over. she’s watching you the whole time, arms crossed, tongue running over her bottom lip like she’s trying to decide where to start.

“spread ‘em,” sevika smiles.

you do. you always do. the way she looks at you—hungry, possessive, borderline feral. like you're her prize, her punishment, her obsession—makes you do anything for her. she takes her time peeling your thighs open wider, settling between them, big hands pinning you down like you’d ever dream of running.

“you remember how polite you were to that little friend of yours?” she murmurs, breath ghosting over your pussy. “let’s see how good you sound beggin’ for me.”

then her mouth is on you, hot and relentless, tongue flicking, sucking, devouring—like she’s trying to make you forget every name but hers. her grip on your hips is skin, her groans vibrating through your body every time you moan out something too loud, desperate, and sweet.

“there she is,” she mutters between licks, pulling back just enough to watch you twitch. “my needy girl. nobody makes you come like this. nobody knows you like i do.”

she doesn’t stop at one. not two. not even three. sevika fucks you through it, hand replacing her mouth, fingers deep and curling, dragging another orgasm out of you like it’s easy—because for her, it is. you’re wrecked, babbling her name, grabbing at the sheets and at her arms and at nothing, and all she does is chuckle and press her lips to your temple, whispering, “so good for me….”

but she’s not done.

she flips you over, one hand on your lower back. “not letting you sleep ‘til i’ve fucked that girl’s name outta your head,” she mutters, lining her strap up and pushing in—slow and deep, one solid stroke that makes you whine.

she fucks you hard—hips snapping, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your ass like she wants fingerprints branded into your skin. each thrust is a statement. a punishment. a promise.

“you gonna flirt with anyone else?” she pants.

“n-no—!” you babble.

“if you even look at someone like that again,” sevika groans, snapping her hips harder, “and i’ll fuck you in front of ‘em. let ‘em watch what you look like when you’re mine.”

you come again, legs shaking, face buried in the pillow, completely undone. and sevika? she doesn’t stop ‘til you’re unable to keep up, soaked in sweat, your voice hoarse from moaning her name over and over again.

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when she finally lets you rest, she’s kissing your shoulder, whispering quiet, filthy praise into your skin. “that’s it, baby,” she murmurs. “did so fucking good for me. not letting you forget it.”

and you won’t—you’ll feel her between your legs for days. your body’s spent and ruined, when she finally pulls out and lies back beside you, chest rising and falling. you feel used in the best way—limbs shaky, throat raw, thighs sticky with the mess she made of you.

sevika props herself up on one elbow, watching you with that same unreadable look—dark eyes roaming over your flushed skin, your trembling legs, the dazed little smile still tugging at your lips.

“look at you,” she says softly, brushing sweat-damp hair from your forehead. “all fucked out and pretty. made a mess of you, huh?”

you nod. “yeah, vika,” barely able to speak.

“told you i’d fuck her outta your head,” she murmurs, trailing her fingers down your bare thigh. “don’t even remember what she looked like now, do you?”

you laugh weakly. “don’t even remember my name right now.”

“good,” she says, and kisses your temple.

then she’s moving—grumbling under her breath as she disappears into the bathroom, and when she comes back, she’s got a warm cloth in hand. no teasing now. just gentle, steady movements as she cleans between your legs with care, as if making up for how hard she fucked you.

“sorry ‘bout the bruises,” she says, even though she isn’t sorry. you can hear the smirk in her voice.

“you’re not sorry,” you say.

“nah. not even a little.” she presses the warm cloth against your skin again, slow and soothing. “but i’ll kiss every one if you want me to.”

she does, too—trailing soft kisses down your inner thighs, murmuring quiet things against the bruises she left like she’s worshipping the damage. she wraps you in one of her oversized shirts, pulls you into her lap, and lights a cigarette.

“next time you get all giggly with someone else,” she says casually, exhaling smoke toward the ceiling, “just remember how fast i’ll ruin you for it.”

and the worst part? you will.

and you’ll do it again.

on purpose.

[v1kastr4p]

oooooo…………… sev mocking readers moans….

❀ sevika who grins the second you whimper through your teeth, all choked up and trying to stay quiet. like it’s a game to her. like your mouth twitching is the most entertaining thing she’s seen all week. she tilts her head and leans in, murmuring right against your ear: “that the sound you make when you’re about to cum, doll? that pathetic little squeak?”

❀ sevika who imitates your moans in that low, taunting drawl: rough voice dragging every cracked syllable out, teasing you mid-thrust or mid-tongue like she’s bored, just to humiliate you. “nnnhhh sev, s’too much, can’t—” she mimics with a dramatic little gasp, rolling her eyes. “you sound real fuckin’ dumb like that, y’know that?” and then she gives you more.

❀ sevika who laughs when you try to hide your face or bite your lip. she grabs your chin, fingers dragging your bottom lip, and makes you look at her. “nah, don’t go all shy now. you were real loud a second ago. say it again for me, doll. what was it? ‘please’? ‘feels s’good’? bet i could make you cry it this time.”

❀ sevika who puts her big hand over your mouth. not to shut you up, but to feel how bad it gets. the vibrations of your cries. the way your hips buck and your eyes roll when her fingers sink deeper and her thumb brushes that sweet spot just right. then she pulls her hand back and licks her palm clean with a grin. “mm. still can’t believe a mouth that whiny tastes that good.”

❀ sevika who starts whispering your own sounds back to you after, when you’re boneless and twitching in her lap. smirking like the devil, blowing smoke between her teeth, and going, “you were so fuckin’ loud. sounded like a goddamn song. gonna keep you around just to hear that pretty cry again. i’ll won't even be gentle next time.” and you know she won’t.

go follow my tiktok @sevikastr4p i just made my first edit 🙏

[spacefinch]

1. Read and analyze the modern song “Apple Bottom Jeans.”

2. In your own words, explain what each line in the song symbolizes.

Teacher’s notes:

Both requirements of the assignment were fulfilled. Not only did OP explain in detail how “Apple Bottom Jeans” is a metaphor for the fall of mankind according to the Bible, they also broke down their explanation into easy-to-read chunks.

Furthermore, OP’s analysis was impressive enough to grab the attention of famous musician T-Pain and earn it a shout-out on said musician’s social media.

Excellent work, OP. A+.

apple bottom jeans — this is a reference to the apple that was eaten from the forbidden tree of Eden

boots with the fur — this references the way Adam and Eve had to clothe their nakedness once they had eaten from the Tree

the whole club was lookin’ at her — traditionally it is Eve’s fault for succumbing to the temptation, and most scholars blame her and future women for original sin

she hit the floor — this is a reference to the snake, who was cursed to crawl in the dust

next thing you know — the Lord immediately responded to kick them out of the Garden of Eden

shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low — this represents the way humanity fell from grace and gave in to temptation, and was repelled from the garden

[sadiesdoll]

GRIND ‘TIL YOU CRY.

contains: sevika x virgin!reader, strap-on usage, size kink, dumbification, dacryphilia, clit play, finger sucking, cum play, praise kink, gentle dom!sevika, cockdrunk!reader, neck biting (no blood), light spanking, orgasm denial, aftercare

enjoy ♡

You were already straddling her hips when the nerves hit you.

Your palms rested lightly on Sevika's chest, her warm brown skin flushed gold in the lamp glow, the sheets under your knees soft and rumpled. 

You were naked—completely naked—for the first time in front of her, and the only thing separating you from her strap was your own hesitation.

"Hey." Her voice was rough, quiet, but steady. One hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing lazy circles just under your ribs. "You okay?"

You nodded quickly—too quickly. "Yeah. I just... I don't usually—uh, I mean, I've never-" You laughed breathlessly, embarrassed.

"I've only ever touched myself."

Sevika sat up a little, her good arm sliding around your back to support you. Her face softened.

"You wanna stop?"

"No." Your voice cracked. "I want this. I want you. I'm just... I don't know what I'm doing."

A beat. Then her lips curled into the tiniest, cockiest smirk. "Don't worry, baby. I do."

You bit your lip as heat shot between your thighs. That voice alone could ruin you.

She leaned forward, kissing your collarbone—slow, open-mouthed, warm. Her tongue flicked against your skin. 

"We'll go slow. I'm not gonna rush you. You just move how you need to. I'll be right here."

You nodded again, this time slower, more sure. Her strap pressed up under you—thick, firm, intimidating—but god, you were wet. Soaked, actually. You could feel it dripping down your thighs already.

Sevika noticed. She always noticed.

"You're so fuckin' wet, sweetheart," she murmured, sliding her hand between your legs to guide the strap. "All that from just thinking about it, huh?"

You whimpered, barely able to meet her eyes. Her gaze pinned you down anyway.

"You been touching yourself to this? Wishing it was me?"

You nodded. "Y-Yeah. So many times."

She groaned low. "Fuck. You’re adorable."

You braced your hands on her shoulders and finally—finally—started to lower yourself down. The head of the strap nudged your entrance, and you gasped, thighs trembling.

"Easy, sweetheart. Just a little at a time." She kissed your neck, sucking gently—just enough to leave a mark. "You're so tight, baby. Feels like your pussy's never letting go."

You shuddered as you sank down, inch by inch, breathing hard. It was so much. So full.

Not painful, just overwhelming. Sevika's hands gripped your waist to steady you, grounding you with every low, patient whisper.

When you bottomed out, your nails dug into her shoulders. You were panting.

"You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," you whimpered. "It's so—mmngh—“

“None of that whimpering. Say it. Use your words, princess.”

“It’s so—full, Sev.”

"I know, baby. You're doing so good. Look at you."

You started to move. Slowly. Rocking your hips in tiny circles, easing yourself into the stretch. The friction lit something up inside you—something deeper than your fingers ever reached.

And then, without warning, your hips jerked forward a little too fast. You gasped. It hit just right. Right on that aching, swollen spot inside you.

"Oh my god—" you moaned.

Sevika chuckled darkly. "There she is."

You started moving again. A little faster. A little rougher. The way it rubbed against your clit every time you sank down made your whole body twitch.

It felt too good. Too much. You'd been so pent up, so desperate for something more than your own hands—and now you had it.

Her. This. 

The drag of her strap inside you, the warmth of her skin, her voice in your ear saying, "Fuck, look at you, baby. You're addicted already."

You were. It showed.

You were a mess—whining, grinding, moaning into her mouth. You grabbed her hand, sucked her fingers into your mouth without thinking. 

Sevika froze for a second, then let out the filthiest growl.

"God damn, you're really gone, huh?"

You drooled a little on her fingers. Couldn't help it.

She tilted her head, watching your blissed-out face with a lazy, hungry grin.

"Sweetheart... you're drooling."

You looked down, dazed, saliva slipping past your lip while your hips kept moving. You whimpered around her fingers.

"Fucking adorable," she muttered. "You're cockdrunk already, and I haven't even fucked you yet."

She kissed you hard, biting your bottom lip.

You moaned louder, needy and mindless now. You felt her reach between your legs again, rubbing slow circles on your clit while you kept grinding—grinding like your life depended on it.

"Don't cum yet," she warned. "Not yet. I wanna see you lose it first."

And you would. You were. A drooling, clenching, wet fucking mess—and Sevika wasn't done with you yet.

You didn't even realize how loud you were until Sevika growled, "You hear yourself, baby?"

Your hips were moving faster now, grinding down on her strap like it was the only thing keeping you alive. Your soaked pussy squelched with every roll of your hips, and your breathy moans came out high and broken and endless.

"I—fuck—I can't stop," you whimpered.

Sevika's fingers moved back to your clit—slow, torturously slow—and circled it while you ground down.

"You're so fucking sensitive." Her voice was wrecked, almost shaky. "Didn't know it'd feel this good, hm?"

You shook your head frantically. "No-I mean yes—I mean I can't—please-"

And then she spanked you.

It wasn't hard—just a quick, firm slap to your ass. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make you jerk and moan and clench so tight around her strap that she had to bite back a groan.

"Yeah?" she rasped. "You like that, sweetheart?"

You nodded so fast it made your head spin.

"Yes—Sevika—I like everything—please, please-"

She hissed through her teeth. Her hand stayed on your ass, squeezing tight, grounding you. Her fingers never stopped circling your clit—slick and slow, not giving you enough, teasing you right to the edge.

Your thighs were trembling. Your belly was tight. Your breath was all over the place.

"I'm close," you whimpered. "I'm—I'm gonna—“

But Sevika stopped.

You sobbed.

"Shh." Her voice was low, gentle, but firm.

"Not yet. Not like this."

You blinked, dazed, drool still clinging to your lip. "Wha...?"

"I want your first time cumming on my strap to be perfect, baby," she murmured. "I want you to remember it. I want it to stay on your mind forever. So not yet. Not until I really give it to you."

Your pussy clenched again. Your whole body shook.

Sevika looked up at you—and something changed in her expression.

You were dazed, panting, spit-slick around the mouth, grinding down like you were in a trance. You were a fucking vision.

And the second she saw the way your lip quivered when she took her fingers off your clit, something snapped.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she growled.

She surged up and bit your neck.

"Ah—!" you gasped, the cutest, neediest little cry slipping out as your body arched.

"S-Sevika—!"

She didn't draw blood. Just sank her teeth in enough to make you feel it. Enough to make you moan and cling to her harder.

Her hands gripped your ass like she was holding herself back from flipping you over and fucking you into next week.

"You feel too good," she whined against your throat. "You're driving me fuckin' crazy, baby—You're so perfect."

You whimpered, grinding harder, your pussy slick and messy against her strap.

She kissed the spot she'd bitten—then her tongue soothed it, slow and loving.

"Still with me?" she whispered.

You nodded, tears in your eyes now.

"Mhm..."

"Good girl." She cupped your face with her good hand. "Just keep going. Ride it slow. I'll get you there. But I want you cockdrunk and shaking by the time I let you cum."

You moaned helplessly.

Her fingers slid down again, teasing your clit while you moved.

"I love how sweet you sound when you get desperate," she muttered. "You sound like you need it so bad."

"I do," you cried. "I need it so bad—please—please—“

"You drooled all over my hand," she teased.

"What, baby? My cock too good?"

You nodded, crying and grinding. "Too good. So good. I can't—I can't think—“

"You don't need to think, sweetheart." Her voice dropped low. "Just fuck yourself dumb on my strap. I'll take care of you."

You were gone.

Absolutely out of your mind—drooling, whimpering, and still rocking your hips like Sevika's strap was the only thing keeping your body alive.

Your thighs were trembling. Your hands clung to her shoulders, nails leaving faint little crescent marks in her skin. And your mouth—god, your mouth was open and leaking spit, little strings of it slipping down your chin while you babbled incoherent little moans.

"Look at you," Sevika murmured, brushing her fingers over your tear-damp cheeks.

"You're drooling and cryin' on my cock, honey."

You whimpered, a fresh wave of tears prickling your eyes, even as you kept grinding.

"Is it that good?" she asked, smiling crookedly. "So good it's makin' you cry?"

You nodded so fast it made you dizzy. "Y-Yes—I c-can't—I wanna cum—p-please-"

Your voice cracked on the last word, and the second it did, you sobbed.

Your face crumpled. Your whole body jerked like you couldn't take it anymore. And Sevika immediately pulled you down into her chest, shushing you as she cupped your pussy with her palm—warm, strong, steady.

"Hey, hey. I got you," she cooed. "You're okay. Just feelin' too much, huh?"

You nodded, sniffling. "I need it—need it s'bad..."

"Yeah, I know you do." Her thumb circled your clit so slow you almost cried harder.

"You've been so good, baby. So fuckin' perfect. I'm gonna give it to you. I promise."

"Please," you whispered, tears dripping from your chin. "I wanna cum—I need to— please, Sevika-"

And then she fucked up into you.

Her hips lifted. Her grip on your ass tightened. And her strap slammed into the deepest, most perfect spot while her fingers rubbed your clit in the exact rhythm you needed.

Your mouth fell open.

You made a choked, broken little noise.

And then—you screamed.

Your orgasm ripped through you so hard it hurt. Your body locked up, your thighs shook, your pussy gushed so much it splashed against Sevika's lap, and you collapsed forward, shaking, sobbing, whining her name over and over like a prayer.

Sevika caught every second.

"Fuuuuck," she groaned, watching you ride it out. "That's it, baby. That's how I wanted it. Just like that. Scream for me. Fuckin' soak me."

You sobbed harder, body twitching, your voice all high and shattered and full of relief.

"Y'feel that?" she murmured. "That's what a real orgasm feels like, sweetheart."

You could barely breathe. Barely think. You were slumped over her chest, drooling, twitching, tears still running down your face.

And Sevika was so sweet with you after. 

Her hand never left your pussy—just soft, gentle strokes, too slow to overstimulate. Her other hand brushed your hair, kissed your temple, held your shaking hips down when you whimpered again.

She looked down at your soaked thighs and smirked.

"Goddamn," she muttered. "You made a mess, baby."

You giggled.

And then she dragged her fingers up your slit, scooped the dripping slick from your folds, and showed it to you.

"See that?" she said softly. "That's what it looks like when I fuck you right."

You stared, eyes glazed, lips parted—and when she brought her fingers to your mouth, you didn't even hesitate.

You sucked them in with a needy little whimper.

Sevika's jaw flexed.

"Yeah," she whispered. "That’s it, sweetheart."

You were still trembling when Sevika pulled the strap out.

You whimpered, your body jolting with the aftershocks, and Sevika shushed you instantly, one arm curling tight around your waist to keep you grounded.

"Shhh, I got you, baby. It's okay. I'm right here."

Your head lolled against her shoulder. You were spent. Crying, shaking, drooling a little—and completely boneless in her arms.

And Sevika? She looked at you like she was in awe.

"You did so good," she whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. "So fuckin' good. You were perfect, sweetheart."

You let out a soft little whimper, still not fully back yet, and Sevika cradled the back of your head like you were something precious.

"Hey," she said gently. "Can I clean you up, pretty girl?"

You nodded weakly, and she was already moving—careful, slow, so fucking tender it made your chest ache.

She laid you back on the pillows with her arm still around you, pressed one more kiss to your jaw, and then grabbed a warm, damp towel from the drawer.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't mechanical. She cleaned you softly—like she was scared to hurt you. Every wipe was followed by a kiss. Every wince got a murmured "I'm sorry, baby." And when she finally pressed the towel between your thighs, she paused and whispered:

"You okay?"

You nodded, tears still on your cheeks.

"Mhm... just tired."

Sevika smiled.

"Yeah? That cock put you to sleep, huh?" she teased, but her voice was full of love.

She finished wiping you down, tossed the towel aside, and came right back to you-pulling you into her arms, wrapping the blanket around you both.

You buried your face in her neck. Your body was sore, aching, still tingling everywhere—but you felt safe. Warm. Loved.

"Did I do okay..?" you mumbled sleepily.

Sevika froze for a second.

Then she pulled you even closer.

"Baby," she murmured, her voice low and steady and soft, "you didn't just do okay.

You were the best thing l've ever touched."

You let out a tiny, broken breath.

She cupped your cheek, thumb brushing the dried tears from under your eyes.

"You're mine now," she whispered. "All mine. No one's ever gonna touch you like that but me."

You blinked, slow and dazed.

“…Okay," you whispered.

Sevika smiled like she'd just won the lottery. 

She kissed your lips. Kissed your forehead.

Kissed every little tear-stained inch of your face before pulling you into her chest again.

And then, as you drifted off to sleep, she murmured—

"Next time, I'm making you cum twice."

thank you so much to @anonymousgirl23456 for this amazing request <3 i hope u like it !!

[baisemains]

Take Care

Melvika Week 2025 - Day 1: First Time (@melvikaweek2025)

mel medarda x sevika

word count: 3.2k

contains: modern au, established relationship, canon age gap, soft sex, fingering, oral, switch!sev, switch!mel, sev is a bit nervous and mel takes the lead 😩

description: sevika and mel have been dating for a couple of months and have yet to have sex. one particular date night, the mood is right and they take the next step.

ao3 link | spotify playlist

mel medarda masterlist // sevika masterlist

Warm sunlight spills in through the blinds, bathing the room in comforting shades of orange as dusk begins its descent into the city. Two figures stroll in through the front door, soft laughs permeating the empty house and bringing it to life.

Sevika is the first to slip off her shoes, boots dropping to the floor with a resounding thud. She’s gotten in the habit of doing it now, when she and Mel first started dating, the woman had to constantly remind her to do so, driving both of them crazy. They’ve settled into a routine at this point, exactly two months into their relationship, a steady compromise they’ve both come to love. A handful of years of friendship beforehand surely helped their dynamic, but it still felt easy in a way neither had ever experienced.

Tonight was a night like others they’ve had before; they went to dinner, had a few drinks, walked around their favorite lake hand in hand, and went home. Mel’s home technically, they were both past the age of U-Hauling, too seasoned for the insecurity anxious attachment brings with it. That, and the fact that Mel’s closet had exactly zero room for anyone else’s belongings.

Padding into the living room, Sevika drops to the couch and sighs, laying her head against the back of the couch. Mel watches her girlfriend with an amused look in her eye, sauntering over and standing between spread legs.

“Comfortable?”

Sevika grins at the woman in front of her before gently taking hold of her hand to pull her onto her lap.

“Now I am.”

Mel playfully rolls her eyes before settling into her embrace, letting the comfortable silence stretch between them. After a few minutes of featherlight touches, she brings Sevika’s hand to her lips and presses a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“Are you still alright with watching a movie? It’s fine if you’re too tired.”

Faintly shaking her head, Sevika rolls her neck and sends a soft smile her girlfriend’s way.

“No, we’re definitely still on for that, I just need to take a shower first.”

At that statement, the older woman scoops Mel up and carries her to the bedroom bridal style, the pair giggling the entire way. After softly laying her on the bed, Sevika begins unbuttoning her shirt while Mel grabs her laptop from in front of her and opens it, signing into her email. When she looks up, she’s met with the sight of her girlfriend taking off her prosthetic and smiles to herself.

Sevika had never had a problem going without it during their entire friendship, but for reasons unknown to her, she started getting shy again once they began dating. Only recently did she stop wearing it constantly around her, much to Mel’s relief. All she wanted was for the other woman to be completely comfortable when they were together, and she seemed to be finally getting there.

With a change of clothes thrown over her shoulder and shirt open exposing both magnificent abs and a generous amount of side boob, Sevika turns to face a studious looking Mel, leaning against the frame.

“Care to join me?” She asked solely out of habit. Mel never took her up on the offer, but it had become a sort of bit they would do.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. I forgot I’ve got a bit of work to do before I’m finished for the evening.”

She flashes a comforting smile at the woman in the doorway before looking back down at her laptop, briskly typing away. Sevika nods in understanding and turns to walk into the bathroom, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. Mel takes the opportunity to change her own clothes, throwing on a silk nightgown and nothing else.

A short while later, the door opens and Sevika emerges in a tight white undershirt and grey sweatpants hanging low on her hips, hair damp and lightly dripping onto her shoulders. A now distracted Mel watches as her girlfriend raises her arm to dry her scalp, perfectly sculpted muscles flexing and rippling the entire time. Eventually, her gaze lowers, taking in the entire look before raising her eyes back to Sevika’s face, unexpectedly flustered.

“Nice outfit.”

Sevika’s lips spread into a knowing smile as she saunters over and crawls onto the bed behind Mel, propping herself up onto her elbow before gently kissing the side of her arm.

“All part of my plan to seduce you, obviously.”

A snort leaves the dark skinned woman before she shuts her laptop and swivels to face her lover.

“Is that so?

Sevika definitively nods and pulls a chuckle from Mel, who rises to stow away her laptop on her desk, returning to the bed and crawling under the blankets before beckoning the other woman over with a commanding finger. Responding immediately, she pulls herself to Mel’s side and wraps a strong arm around her midsection.

“Your choice tonight, babe.”

Mel glances up in surprise, not expecting Sevika to give up her chance to pick the feature.

“Really? You hated the movie I chose last time.”

“I’m feeling generous.”

After pressing a firm kiss to a moist cheek, the younger woman faces the TV, grabbing the remote from her side table before flicking it on and scrolling through her multiple streaming subscriptions.

Once landing on an interesting looking romance, she snuggles into the warm body beside her, splaying her hand over fabric covered skin just below her chest.

After a while, she begins moving her fingers, dragging them in slow circles over Sevika’s abdomen. This goes on for a few minutes with no reaction from the other woman, until she feels that same hand start tracing the waistband of her sweats. Her curiosity is piqued now, eventually turning to surprise when warm digits start playing with the trail of hair leading down her stomach before dipping lower.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Sevika jokes through the tingling in her belly, not expecting Mel to seriously reply.

“And what if I do?” When the woman in her arms straightens up to stare into her eyes, she can see how they’ve darkened and the atmosphere changes instantly. Sevika’s breath begins to pick up as she absorbs what’s going on, needing explicit confirmation above all else.

“Wait, really? You sure?”

Nodding slowly as her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth, Mel’s lidded gaze passes between her girlfriend’s, and she’d have giggled at the look on her face if she wasn’t so turned on. Whispering just loud enough for Sevika to hear, the words hang between them like a grenade, delicate yet carrying enough force to level them both.

“More than anything in the world.”

That’s all the confirmation Sevika needs before closing the gap, smashing her lips against Mel’s with enough force to push her back onto the plush bed. A surprised gasp from the woman underneath her breaks her from her daze and she instantly pulls back.

“Shit, sorry! I didn’t mean to attack you like that,” Sevika looks down bashfully.

Normally she’s much more suave than this, but she’s actually a bit nervous. Mel is the most serious relationship she’s ever had and she understands how important this is, having had many previous conversations about how sex is meaningful to the other woman. The opposite of Sevika, who never took it very seriously, and whose hook up details she made no move to be coy about.

Mel places a gentle finger under her chin and lifts until unsure pools of silver meet secure jade, the latter letting out a small giggle.

“That’s alright. I like that you’re this excited, it’s boosting my ego, quite honestly.” She runs a thumb across the expanse of a scarred cheek in reassurance.

“We’re going to be a bit clumsy at first, that’s normal.”

“Not for me,” Sevika grumbles as she glances off to the side.

It’s then that Mel understands this is as much her girlfriend’s first time together as it is hers. Perhaps even more so for her because Sevika is used to casual, no strings attached encounters where she’s completely in control. Upon realizing that, Mel knows she needs to make this as special and comfortable as possible for the other woman.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Returning her gaze, Sevika sees the tender emotion swirling on her lover’s face and takes a deep breath.

“We’re in this together, okay?” Mel kisses the crease between her brows, calming the storm she sees beginning to brew in those cloudy grey eyes. Leaning up to stop her thoughts from spiraling any further, she slots their lips together firmly, communicating everything she just voiced in a more expressive way.

They settle into a slow but passionate rhythm, tongues sliding together in no hurry to go any further. Mel cups Sevika’s face with gentle hands, beginning to nip at her lower lip occasionally. They had never gone further than this before, but the anticipation is already building, the two of them ready to take things to the next level. All the jokes and teasing over the last pair of months have led to this moment, and she’ll be damned if she’s not going to savor every last second.

Removing one hand from the woman above her, Mel sneakily slips it into Sevika’s sweats, cupping her unclothed center with a firm grasp. The woman above her breaks the kiss with a shocked gasp, bucking into her grip. Dragging one finger through the coarse tresses covering it, Mel gathers a bit of slick before withdrawing her hand and guiding it to where they can both get a glimpse.

“Mmm, you’re this wet from just a little kissing?” Mel teases.

Sevika huffs in fake annoyance before replying, “It’s not my fault your lips are so soft.”

“Good to know.”

Mel leans back up to resume their previous activities, a satisfied hum leaving both women. After a couple of minutes, Mel pulls away and begins trailing kisses down Sevika’s face, to her jaw, leading down to her neck. She bites down on a spot she knows is sensitive, eliciting a sigh from her girlfriend before soothing it with her tongue. When she presses an open mouth kiss and sucks at that same patch, Sevika groans before backing away with force before declaring “Wait, wait, wait.”

Mel pauses, removing her lips from Sevika’s skin and pulling back to look her in the eyes, gaze flicking between them with concern.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just…I should be the one making you feel good.”

Mel simply smiles at that. She’s never seen Sevika this bashful and unsure of herself, it’s incredibly endearing.

“You’re so sweet, Sev. But you deserve this.”

Mel moves to close the gap once again but her girlfriend turns her head away, causing the kiss to land on her cheek.

“Sevika.”

Gripping her cheeks with one hand, she forces the women above her into making eye contact. Shaking her head, Mel gives her the look she reserves for when she’s establishing dominance over a room. “Let me take care of you.”

A shaky exhale travels from Sevika’s mouth into the space between them before she nods a moment later, ready for what’s coming her way. Mel sits up, forcing her girlfriend back until she switches their positions and Sevika is lying on her back. She then straddles her and presses her full weight onto Sevika’s heat before sliding her hand back into her pants. The sound of fabric shuffling is heard before a pronounced moan echoes through the room.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

Mel’s driving one long finger in and out of Sevika’s pussy, a slight squelching noise catching her attention.

“Y-yeah…”

Taking the opportunity to brush over her clit as an experiment, a wicked grin spreads across her face when she’s rewarded with a choked gasp from the woman under her. Mel’s original plan was to take her time pleasuring her girlfriend, but the noises she’s making with so little effort are changing her mind.

She lowers her mouth back down to where neck and shoulder meet, pressing gentle kisses as Sevika adjusts to the tempo she’s set. Hearing a stifled moan, she raises her head to see that Sevika has her covering her face in an attempt to muffle herself.

Not having that, Mel interlocks their fingers and pulls them outwards so the short haired woman is essentially spread eagle on the bed.

“Much better.”

The pleasure on Sevika’s face is evident; hooded eyes, heaving chest, trembling legs, all signs that she’s getting close to the edge. Mel takes the chance to really look at her girlfriend, eyes scanning her from head to toe, mapping every scar, freckle, and mark.

“You are so beautiful.”

An embarrassed whine leaves the woman’s mouth, not usually one to be showered with compliments. When she sees Mel’s gaze travel to her missing arm, shame forces its way to the forefront of her emotions and she leans up in an attempt to distract the woman with a kiss. Recognizing the play, Mel lets it go on for a few seconds while pushing her back down onto the pillow, detaching her lips to press soft kisses all over the marred skin of her shoulder.

“I mean it, Sev. Every part of you.”

At the same time, Mel curves the fingers inside her girlfriend as her thumb rubs tight circles around her clit, sending the woman reeling.

“Fuck!”

Sevika’s hips are bucking wildly, her impending orgasm and the tender words of her lover becoming too much to handle.

“Baby, I, I need—“

A choked whine exits dark lips as a particularly hard thrust scrambles her thoughts.

“What, sweetheart, tell me.”

“Kiss me, please.”

Mel’s heart clenches at the innocent request and she reaches a desperate mouth, tongues dancing together in a waltz of dominance. That does it, and a gush of liquid coats her hand as a guttural moan reverberates off the walls. Pumping slower and slower, Mel carries Sevika through her orgasm, waiting for the other woman to cease her shaking.

She barely registers when it happens before she’s flipped onto her back and an eager tongue slips into her mouth. Letting go and embracing the heat shooting up her back, she kisses Sevika back with equal amounts of fervor, quiet sighs and moans becoming their own intimate language.

When Mel feels a hand hook under the hem of her nightgown, she smiles in excitement before her lips are abandoned and an upset whine leaves her mouth.

“Where are you going?”

Mel sits up slightly as Sevika begins leaving open mouth kisses on her chest, moving lower and lower over the fabric of her dress, causing Mel’s breath to hitch in anticipation.

“Ah…”

Lying back down, she takes a deep breath as it hits her that the moment she’s thought about countless times before has finally arrived. Mel feels sharp teeth nipping right under belly button, and she can feel how wet she is, waiting for when she's spread open and finally exposed.

“Oh fuck.”

Sevika’s pushing her legs apart now, seeing the strings of arousal connecting between puffy lips, the lack of underwear leaving Mel fully bare and her mouth actually waters. Leaning down, she closes her eyes and inhales, the scent is absolutely staggering. Glancing up at the woman above her, she internally voices a thank you for the meal she’s about to devour.

“You’re gonna have to tell me what you like, okay?”

“Oh trust me darling, you’ll know.” A gasp escapes the younger woman when firm, wet muscle meets sensitive nerve endings, sending her grasping for the sheets.

“So that’s a yes.”

Mel can feel the smirk between her legs, and she lets out a quick huff of air before her eyes flutter shut upon feeling more pressure on her clit.

“It’s a hell yes.” She confesses breathily.

Now that Sevika’s elicited an enthusiastic response, she applies more and more pressure, nosing through dark coils as she begins to slurp around the swollen nub. Mel’s heel starts digging into her girlfriend’s shoulder blade as short gasps escape her mouth, threading fingers through Sevika’s still damp hair.

The movie drones on in the background, ignored in favor of the sight between Mel’s legs. She’s finally able to prop herself up onto one elbow and look down between the valley of her breasts, the vision knocking the wind from her lungs.

Sevika’s eyes are already locked into hers, lapping away greedily at the slick between deep brown thighs like a starved madwoman. A low moan exits Mel as she feels the band in her stomach pulling tighter and tighter.

“Sweetheart, I—hah!”

She feels two thick fingers plunge into her entrance with no regard for her wellbeing, reaching as if a prize is waiting at the end. Mel begins fully grinding down onto Sevika’s fingers, and subsequently, her face. A muffled noise breaks her from her daze and she begins to move back a bit to make sure the woman below her is alright. They narrowly separate before Sevika crawls forward to reconnect them, desperation seeping into her words.

“Uh uh, c’mere.”

She enters a third finger into Mel, causing a high pitched squeal to erupt from her chest as long nails scratch at her girlfriend’s scalp. Groaning into her folds, Sevika curls her thick digits one, two, three more times before she feels gummy walls clench around her, fluttering as Mel’s orgasm hits her like a tidal wave.

“Ah!”

A drawn out moan escapes plush lips as warm liquid seeps out of the woman above, rutting into a well structured nose the entire time.

Gently guiding her through her bliss, Sevika languidly traces her tongue between Mel’s legs, careful not to overstimulate her. A minute or so passes and the hand in her hair has loosened its grip and turned into soft pets as she catches her breath.

“You, I…wow.”

For once, Mel is at a loss for words and it makes Sevika chuckle as she presses soft kisses to the inside of plush thighs.

“Good?”

“Perfect. I felt like a horny teenager again.”

Sevika cackles before crawling up the younger woman’s body, lying beside her and locking their lips together. The taste of herself pulls a groan from Mel, who slides her fingers back into those raven tresses and pulls just enough to divide them. A small gap now sitting between their open mouths, Sevika takes the opportunity to shift the mood and express her feelings. Gaze flicking between vivid green orbs, she takes a beat to gather her thoughts before sharing them aloud.

“Thank you. It’s not easy for me to let someone else care for me the way you did”, she explains as she plays with Mel’s fingers, avoiding her gaze. Nodding gently, she waits patiently for her favorite pair of eyes to look her way. They do a moment later, glossy with emotion and her heart lurches, brushing her thumb along the brim of unshed tears.

“You mean so much to me, more than I could even explain, and I just…thank you.”

Understanding what Sevika is getting at, Mel leans in and presses a featherlight kiss on her girlfriend’s nose.

“I know, baby.”

Shortly after, they remember the movie playing and shift to snuggle while they watch the last few minutes, Sevika wrapped up in Mel’s comforting embrace. They succumb to sleep in that very position, their bond now stronger than ever.

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

‧₊˚── Synopsis: Sevika has grown awfully fond of the owner of Zaun's only bakery; in fact, she'd do anything for her. So, when a hard heat hits the baker, Sevika can't help but offer a helping hand.

Word Count: 3.3k Content/Warnings: omegaverse! if it's not your thing don't read it; nsfw, top!sev, bottom!reader, soft dom!sev, reader is referred to w fem terms/pronouns, reader has female anatomy, sev has a dick bc i think all alpha's do?? idk im new here A/N: so... heyyyy guys... yes i know this is not on my wip list but i was struck with divine inspiration and who am i to work against higher forces! this is my first time dabbling in omegaverse so i hope it suffices...

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

 ──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

There’s something tugging at Sevika.

She’s already scanned the room for what it could be, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. The booth she routinely occupies at The Last Drop feels no different than it ever has, the playing cards and poker chips littering the rickety wooden table in front of her are just as beat up as they always are, and her drunken opponents are as easy to beat as ever.

She’s slouched back against the wall behind her, brows furrowed and eyes trained on the half-empty glass of whiskey dampening its paper coaster. The anticipation buzzing around her shouldn’t feel so foreign; the woman’s M.O. is to be at attention, at all times, with no exceptions. Still, there's a hum of urgency that's much louder tonight than usual. Something is telling her-something is demanding her-to remain alert, attentive, ready to be of service.

Her flesh hand twitches, fingers squeezing around the rim of the glass she holds for a split second.

Someone needs her. Someone needs her now.

She can’t put her finger on who it could be, or why it could be, so she taps at the glass’s rim with it instead.

A voice, gruff after nearly a lifetime of smoking, pulls her from her concentration on ripples running through liquid amber.

“You even payin’ attention?” The ash of his cigar falls onto the table as the hand that holds it gestures towards her chips.

On an ordinary night, she’d shoot the shit. Give him a playful scoff. Tell him that she wasn’t paying attention at all, and somehow, she was still kicking his ass.

But, despite the normalcy of The Last Drop’s Friday night debauchery, despite the inventory she’d taken of her surroundings telling her that everything should be okay, she still can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.

It’s pulling her to her feet now. She downs the rest of her whiskey as she stands, mumbling something about everyone splitting her earnings evenly as she walks off. Her opponents are left entirely confused and a little bit richer as they watch her stride away with her usual purpose.

Where this pull is taking her, she has no idea. Frankly, she doesn’t care. She no longer feels her stomach wrenching as she tries to fight off the force yanking at her cloak, begging her to go wherever she’s going now. With every step, there is clarity.

Someone needs her. Someone needs her now.

She's getting closer to them. With every step she takes, she finds that her lungs are easier to fill now that she knows this person needn’t worry any longer.

When she ends up at your door, her entire body melts on exhale.

Of all the people in the world, there’s no one else she’d rather be needed by.

Be it the chaos that had ensued just before meeting you for the first time, or the way you seemed to calm her stormy seas at first glance, she remembers it like it was yesterday.

She remembers swinging the bakery’s door open in a panic, eyes wide and wild as they hurriedly scanned the room for a head of fluffy hair dyed blue.

“I’ve got her,” a voice rang out. A voice like honey to match your honeysuckle scent, she immediately noted.

You stood behind the counter, placing a piping bag down and wiping your hands on your blush-colored apron with a shy smile.

Lo and behold, there sat Isha, perched on the marble countertop next to you. She stared up at Sevika with big, innocent eyes; far too innocent for a girl who’d just escaped Sevika's grasp and booked it to the bakery she’d been begging to visit for weeks now.

“She’s quick,” you chortle. “Sugar may not have been the best idea, now that I think of it…”

You look over at the small girl whose mouth was now opening as wide as it could go to take a bite of the blueberry muffin you’d given her. It was too late. She was hooked and sure as shit to be bouncing off of the walls, now.

Sevika’s eyes trail from the crumbs stuck to Isha’s lips to the affectionate smile gracing your own. It was too late. You were sweet as honey, and she was hooked, too.

That was nearly a year ago, now. Trips to the bakery slowly but surely changed from Isha’s demand to Sevika’s suggestion. Eventually, Sevika began visiting on her own; before work to get a coffee, during her breaks to grab a cheese danish, after work to pick up a blueberry muffin for Isha.

It would have been less-than-chivalrous if she hadn’t begun offering to hang around until you closed shop so she could walk you home, would have been impolite to decline the Sunday afternoon taste-testing sessions you’d started inviting her over for.

She’s a gentlewoman. It’s only principle. That’s what she tells herself, at least.

That’s what she tells herself as her knuckles tap thrice on your door.

She starts to feel antsy again when you don’t come bounding to the door as usual, when your honeyed voice doesn't call out that you’ll be right there. She worries even more when you do reach the door, but it doesn’t swing open to reveal a bright smile, a pretty girl covered in flour and smelling of vanilla. Instead, you flick the deadbolt to the right, trail back to your room, and leave the door unlocked for her to enter of her own accord.

Her stomach turns like the doorknob she’s grasping, but as soon as the door opens, she knows what’s wrong.

The blossom of honeysuckle in the spring floats through the air. This much was a given; she knows this is what she’ll smell when she’s around you.

Tonight, though, it’s honeysuckle and something else. Something thick, hitting her like a brick wall. A white musk that nearly knocks her back when it crosses the threshold of your apartment door to meet her in the hallway.

She’s quick to step in and even quicker to close the door behind her. That scent was sure to attract unwanted visitors: Alphas looking to sink their gnashing teeth into something sweet.

She twists the deadbolt back to the left, her eyes darting across the room to find you. When that doesn’t suffice-when you’re nowhere to be seen- she follows your scent trail instead. Follows it back to your room, where her heart nearly breaks at the sight before her.

You’ve got what she figures must be every pillow in the house propped up against the headboard, every blanket you own pushed down to the foot of the bed, and you sit at the center of it all with your legs pulled into your chest, your head buried in your knees, and your arms wrapped around the ball you’ve curled yourself into.

There’s a pedestal fan pointed directly at you, despite the oversized sweater you adorn. You’re refusing to take it off, she bets. Want something soft and warm wrapped around you at all costs, even if it means you’ll sweat through it.

A soft grin spreads across her face as she approaches, slow and steady. It was her turn to calm your storm, now.

She sinks to her knees next to your bed, elbows resting on the flower-shaped throw pillow she remembers you buying when you were out shopping in the square with her one day. She’d taken a liking to it herself, always opting to rest her head on its pink petals as she stretched her long legs along the length of your couch, or holding it close to her chest as the two of you watched yet another horror movie you both knew damn well would keep you up all night.

She tries not to think too much of the fact that of all the pillows stacked upon your bed, it's the one you’ve got right next to you.

Her voice is nearly a whisper when she finally speaks, grey eyes soft and warm as they gaze up at you from her place on the floor.

“Hey, doll.”

All you manage to muster in response is a weary groan.

She exhales through her nose, eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Rough heat?”

Your muffled sob cuts through the quiet, and her hand flies out to knead your thigh.

Her eyes widen in sudden consternation. Your skin is a brazier underneath her large palm.

“Janna,” she suddenly calls out, eyes frantic as they travel across your figure. “Y/n, you’re burning up. How long have you had a fever?”

She trades flesh for cold metal, anchoring her mech hand to your thigh in hopes that it’ll cool you down. Her right hand splays across your back, rubbing large circles across its expanse as you sniffle into your knees.

“Two days,” you mumble weakly, and much to her dismay.

Two days was too long for you to be in this state, nevertheless alone.

“I thought I’d have been claimed by now,” you admit, your voice wobbling.

“Don’t talk like that,” she commands. “There’s no timeline for this stuff. It’ll happen when it-”

“It’s not like that!”

Your head finally snaps up from your knees, teary eyes locking onto hers.

“It’s not… It’s not that I can’t find anyone. It’s that I can’t…”

Your voice breaks, and her hand trails up from your back to rest on the back of your neck, her thumb massaging the tightness at the base of your skull as she waits patiently for you to gather yourself.

You’re well aware that in the crux of an already grueling heat is not the best time to share an admission that very well could permanently alter your relationship with the woman you hold dearest. You’re also aware that you won’t be able to keep lying to Sevika for much longer.

You wouldn’t be able to keep lying to yourself for much longer.

Your words are still shaky despite the bracing deep breath you take before speaking.

“I can’t stand anyone else’s scent…”

Her hand stills, but her touch doesn’t falter. Her face doesn’t fall.

She’s still here. She’s still steady, still constant, but she needs you to be sure.

“Anyone else?” She asks, her voice low.

A small huff escapes you. You know Sevika. She doesn’t do vague.

She’s going to make you say it.

“I can’t stand anyone’s scent but yours.”

A pregnant pause settles in between the two of you.

And then, her hand is moving from the back of your neck to tuck a tendril of hair behind your ear.

“Do you want me to help?”

You nod fervently, words tumbling from your lips before you can stop them.

“Want you so bad, it hurts; please, Sev, I-”

Her lips crash into yours, stealing your breath away. Your heart is already racing, your core is already throbbing, you’re already whimpering into her mouth.

It was too late. You were sweet as honey, and she’d just gotten a taste.

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

It’s been hours. She’s been fucking you for hours.

You nearly feel bad for being so insatiable; only nearly, because she had made it very clear very quickly that you needn’t ever apologize for lasting so long, for needing the next round not even five minutes after the last, for wanting it faster, harder, deeper.

You needn’t ever apologize for allowing her the opportunity to take care of you.

Much to your dismay, sometimes taking care of you meant that she would slow down to check in, insist you take a breather, or get you a glass of water. Sevika knows that what you want is to be ravaged, to let your mind go all fuzzy and your body go all limp as she takes you, claims you, breeds you. Sevika knows that what you need is someone looking out for your best interest when you’re all-consumed by your heat, someone who knows that the responsibility of an alpha is to provide far more than a good fuck.

Still, she isn’t surprised that you nearly burst into tears when her pace begins to relent. Janna knows how hard it is for her to stop when you look so pretty laid out for her like this; legs thrown over her shoulders, hands desperately grabbing at firm muscle and cool metal, brows knit together in pleasure as you cry out for her.

She leans down to press a kiss to the beads of sweat forming on your hairline, and knows she needs to stop anyway.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you plead, wrapping your legs around her waist and rolling your hips up into her own, “please don’t stop, please keep going, Sev…”

She plants a kiss on your shoulder this time, the salt of sweat-sticky skin on her lips.

“You’re getting too hot, baby,” she purrs. “We’re not done, I promise. Just need to make sure you cool off for a second.”

You whine in defiance, and she hums in understanding, but you’re too fucked out to do anything but lay there and let her press a cool rag to your forehead and your flushed chest.

“You feelin’ okay, mama?”

She doesn’t miss the way your lip quirks up into the beginnings of a smirk.

“What?” She asks with a grin, bearing the gap in between her teeth. You’d told her it was cute once. The tips of her ears were dark red for the rest of the day.

“Don’t call me that,” you smile.

She just quirks a brow in playful curiosity.

“Not unless you plan on putting a baby in me.”

Her hands still. Her grin falters. For a moment, you worry that you’ve crossed a line.

Then, glittery grey irises go dark like a storm cloud rolling in. Her eyes are lidded, full of desire. Her jaw clenches, her nostrils flare, her muscles twitch for a split second.

Her head dips down to hide in your neck, but there, she finds that honeysuckle and musk hit her even harder here. You don’t miss the way her body writhes atop your own.

“Careful joking around like that,” she husks.

You buck your hips up in a challenge. “Who said I was joking?”

And then, she whines. Sevika whines.

“Couldn’t get you pregnant if I wanted to, doll,” she resigns. “I’m on suppressants.”

“That’s okay,” you coo, hands stroking up and down the length of her back, her skin warm and her muscles strong underneath your palm. “You can pretend. Jus’ want you to cum inside of me.”

This time, she growls, and you don’t miss the way her canines scrape across your pulse point.

She trails open-mouthed kisses from your neck, to your jaw, to the corner of your lips, breath shaky along the way.

Her resolve is crumbling, her restraint weakening. She had found you in need, and now, here she was, just as desperate as you had been.

“Come on, baby,” you urge, voice just over a whisper. “Take me.”

You're flipped over and pinned to the bed in a second. She yanks you up onto your knees by your waist, and her mech hand travels down your spine to push you further into the mattress while her flesh hand works to line herself up in between your legs. You gasp when you feel her sliding through your slick, whine when she presses an inch in before slipping back out and dipping down to nudge your swollen bud of nerves, groan when she finally presses into you completely, the head of her length prodding at your cervix.

She pants above you, both hands settling on your waist as she gives you a moment to adjust, and as soon as you're pushing back against her, she’s snapping her hips into you. Her grip is bruising as she pulls you back to meet every thrust. Your hands fly out to grab at the sheets next to you, your heady cries of pleasure muffled by the soft pillows piled at the head of the bed.

“How’s that? Huh?”

Her voice is gravelly from exertion. Sexier than it already is. How that’s even possible, you’re not sure. You don’t care. You can’t even think.

Sevika leans down to nip at your earlobe.

“Talk to me, baby,” she rasps. “This what you wanted? Wanted me to fuck a baby into you, hm? Wanted me to make you mine?”

You nod frantically, babbling out a yes, sobbing into the pillow. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, hiccupping against the breath you can’t seem to catch.

“I’ve got you,” she croons, her pace gentler now. “Deep breath for me, doll.”

Her flesh hand interlaces with your own, her thumb rubbing soothing circles into the meaty flesh between your thumb and your forefinger. You nod with a whimper, following her command.

“Good girl.”

She reaches down in between your slick-covered thighs to circle at your clit, rubbing lazy circles in tandem with her slow, deep strokes. She hisses at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around her, grits her teeth as she begins to speed up.

You make it so damn hard for her to keep it together, reaching up to grab the hair at the nape of her neck and pushing her head down into your shoulder. She knows exactly what you’re asking for.

Her bite.

You’re asking her to sink her teeth into sugar, and Sevika’s always had a sweet tooth.

She clenches her jaw even tighter. Takes deep breaths through her nose. Fucks you into the mattress instead.

The bite will come later. When you’re not in heat, when you’re thinking clearly, when you can comprehend that what you’re asking for is to be bound to her. When it does come- when you do ask for that- she’ll say yes. No question.

She’s been yours since the moment she walked through the bakery’s doors nearly a year ago.

But right now, she’s here to take care of you. Nothing more, nothing in return.

A voice like honey rings out like music to her ears.

“Oh- fuck, don’t stop. Mm- gonna… gonna cum…”

“That’s right, baby. Give me another, yeah?”

And when she latches onto the juncture between your shoulder and your neck, sucking just hard enough for you to feel a dull pinch, you fall apart, her name tumbling from your lips like a prayer.

That’s when she liked her name most. When it came from you.

This time, it’s what pushes her over the edge. It’s all nearly too much; the sound of you moaning her name, your scent inundating her senses, the feeling of you tightening around her, the pulse that thrums against her canines.

Shimmer doesn’t even make her feel this feral.

You can feel her twitching against your walls as she fucks you through your release with a new vigor.

“Fuck,” she grits, “say the word and I’ll pull out.”

“Don’t.”

Sugar meets spice. Your command is stern, and Sevika is good at following orders.

She ruts into you with a broken moan, hissing with each involuntary twitch of her hips as she spills into you.

Soon, she joins you in a leaden slump, her warm body caging you in and her cock still sheathed inside of you. The hum of the pedestal fan and the rasp of your pants fill the room like white noise.

And then, you giggle. A blissed out, breathy giggle that has the corner of Sevika’s mouth quirking up into a smile.

“What?” she pants.

“Nothing. Jus’ happy.”

She hums in contentment. “Feel better?”

“Much better.”

And Sevika can’t ignore the way her heart flutters, the pride she feels knowing she was able to take care of you, the desire she has to take care of you for as long as she lives.

The bite will come later, she reminds herself. Right now, there’s just you. Sweet as honey.

“Good,” she muses. “That’s what I’m here for.”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

p.s. anybody want pt.2 feat. reader getting sev's bite...?

[ripcupid]

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

[sevynchaos]

hahahaha chirlies getting called out my favourite activity, christian mansell you’re great 🫵🏽

[sevsgiirl]

— sevika having baby fever

synopsis: after waking up from a rather unexpected dream, sevika’s been a little bit more handsy than usual, as well as suggesting ideas you never would’ve thought would come out of her mouth. but you’re not against it.

tags: mentions of pregnancy, top!sevika, bottom!reader, breeding kink, strap-ons, daddy kink.

notes: just a small little drabble because the idea of sevika having baby fever enticed me, also don’t ask me about the back to back horny posting I don’t know what took over me either.

the idea of a child never appealed to sevika.

it’s not that she hates kids, she was actually quite neutral about them. she found them adorable, but not having one wasn’t something she’d consider a loss

so she doesn’t understand where the goddamn dream came from.

it came to her in a blur, but one moment she was in deep slumber, her vision engulfed in darkness then the next, your face suddenly showed. this wasn’t the first time she’s dreamt about you, as a matter of fact you’re a reoccurring actress in almost all of her dreams. specifically the lewd ones.

and in this dream you stayed relatively the same. your hair was still at its familiar length, along with the crookedness of your smile and the same twinkle in your eyes.

the difference was the shape of your tummy. as her dream continued her mind began to pick up the alterations of your body, how your stomach was fuller, and not in the way it usually is after you ate a full meal and end up a bit bloated. no, it was rounder.

perplexed, she walked closer to you and it was then she picked up on the setting her mind conjured up. it was your shared bedroom, but as she looked past you, she noticed a little addition in the corner between the closet and the window.

a small, wooden crib.

inside there were small baby pink pillows and a linen blanket with floral patterns embroidered on the material. plushies of varying animals could be seen inside as well.

as her eyes scanned the display, your soft voice finally broke her out of her reverie:

“you excited, honey?” you asked, your eyes fluttering up at her, and there was a glow to your face that she couldn’t quite place. you were radiant, and she was enthralled.

your hands smoothen over your belly before you reached up and touched her cheek.

“I love you so much,” you said, your voice merely a whisper “thank you for making me a mommy.”

she woke up in cold sweat that night.

ever since she’s been acting weird around you. asking you certain questions that raised an eyebrow or two, being extra handsy whenever you’re in the kitchen and she’d sneak up behind you, wrap her strong arms around your waist, which she’s always done whenever you were washing the dishes or cooking, but this time you noticed her hands were extra attentive to your belly.

how her palm would smooth over your midsection, kissing the pulse point below your ear, and nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck. holding you in a way as if she was scared that at any moment, you’d slip away.

yeah, something was definitely up with her.

you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the issue was but you’d notice how her attention would drift off to certain things she never would’ve paid any mind back then.

you noticed it when you went to the market and brought sevika with you, too busy scanning the aisles of fresh vegetables that you didn’t pick up on the way sevika’s eyes wandered elsewhere.

specifically to the little kids playing far off into the distance chasing each other around with huge smiles on their faces, making sevika’s chest flutter and she was so fixated on the sight that her ears drowned out your voice and didn’t even notice you were calling out her name.

“sev,” you snapped your fingers in front of her face which finally caught her attention “are you there? I was asking if you’d like chicken soup for dinner?”

she cleared her throat and just nodded “y-yeah, it’s up to you, honey.”

you weren’t dumb. you noticed where her eyes drifted to and it was only a matter of time before the topic was brought up. but of course, she was stubborn, not to mention quite shy when voicing out her interest on a matter as serious as children.

regardless, you persisted.

“something bothering you, baby?” you asked her as you settled in bed late one night.

she shook her head “no, I’m fine.”

you hummed, your hands rubbing her forearms as you moved to straddle her lap.

“it doesn’t seem like you are. you’ve been distracted.” you said as you leaned down to pepper kisses down her neck “you know you can tell me anything…”

her chest tightened at your soft tone before she finally lets out a sigh “I had a dream a few nights ago.”

you listened intently as you motioned with your head for her to continue.

“it was weird because the idea never even crossed my mind before but… I dreamt you were pregnant. with my child. it’s crazy, I know. it’s not like it’s possible anyways but… I just can’t it get out of my mind.”

“the thought of having kids?”

she nodded as her flesh hand gripped your waist “and just… you. carrying my child. fuck baby, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

her voice dropped several octaves lower as she recalled the entire dream by memory “your belly was round, and you were glowing. you know that pregnancy glow they talk about? you had that. and your tits were all swollen and you looked so happy…”

you bit your lip as you started grinding lazily on her thighs, and you swore her eyes darkened.

“yeah? you liked the idea of knocking me up, honey?” you whispered, leaning down to press your mouth against hers “like the idea of making me a mommy?”

it was as if she was transported back to that dream, and she couldn’t help the primal need that suddenly uncoiled inside her hearing your words and how pliant you became.

“you like the idea?” she asked, her tone husky and it took a while for you to answer as you pondered.

after a minute or two, you nodded “if I’m being honest, it never crossed my mind either. thinking about it now though…”

her palm gripped your ass, making you squirm as she sat up a little so her face was closer to yours.

“you wanna have my kid, sweetheart?“ she asked “be my little housewife who walks around taking care of our baby while I go out and provide for our family?“

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as you gripped sevika’s shoulders.

“please daddy,”

and that’s how you found yourself on all fours, face pushed against the mattress as sevika plowed in and out of you with her strap. your juices dripping off her cock as she throws her head back and moans, the harness hitting her clit just right and causing the perfect amount of friction.

she reaches forward and takes you by your hair and pulls “that’s it. take it. take it for me, mama. such a good cunt that’s gonna take all my cum. you’re gonna take it won’t you?”

you nodded, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth “please, daddy. it feels so good.” you were basically slurring your words at this point and sevika couldn’t help but chuckle at your state. so cock drunk as she took you by your arms, and held you up so your back was against her chest.

she gripped both your tits with her flesh and mech hand, the cold texture of her metal fingers pinching your nipple and a shiver ran down your spine at the sensation. all the while you jostled violently in her hold as she kept hammering into you.

“pussy’s so fucking tight,” she groaned, reaching down with her right hand as she fingered the hood of your clit and rubbed, making you cry out “gonna fill it to the brim with my cum so you’ll have no choice but to carry my fucking kid. you will won’t you, sweetheart?”

you panted heavily as the fast strokes of her fingers and the harsh thrust of her cock inside you made your head spin “daddy, please. fuck. it feels so fucking good. I’m gonna cum. put a baby inside me please. make me a mommy.”

“oh, I’m gonna give it to you, alright. I’ll have one, two, three and heck, ten fucking children running around this house by the time I’m done with you.” beads of sweat slid down her forehead as she felt the throes of her orgasm approaching.

“because that’s all you’re good for right? to have your tight little cunt stuffed and bred?”

your climax tore through you so hard all you could do was whine in a silent cry, meanwhile sevika kept battering in and out of you still as your slick pooled down your thighs, the loud smacking of wet skin filling the room as she chased her own release.

“that’s it…” she muttered, holding you close “if only I could, I’d fuck this pussy just enough to get you pregnant on the first try.”

you sighed, blissful as you continued to let sevika use you, thinking if she really could. you’d let her.

over and over and over again.

[thisrots]

thinking about tied up, overstimulated sev <333

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today’s sex with your ‘strictly top’ girlfriend was… different. sevika was tied up, ropes knotted up all around her body, wrists tied back and kneeled down in front of you. a vibe tied below her stomach, hitting her clit just right as her hole was filled and stretched out with your pink, shimmery dildo. you watched as she bounced on it, thighs trembling, her boobs bouncing up and down. her once dominant demeanor crumbling beneath you as she looked up at you with glassy eyes, face fucked out and flushed, the pool of squirt in front of her growing larger and larger by the minute. you smirked at the sight, your larger girlfriend who usually pounded you stupid melting with just the touch of a a couple toys.

“what a sensitive girl,” you’d tease, using your foot to push open her legs some more, getting a better view of her cunt. she bit down on her lip, groaning out from embarrassment, eyebrows furrowing. you smirked knowing that her grumpy self was still peaking through, sneering at her expression. you spread your thighs as you propped up your leg on a chair, exposing your sticky cunt, hovering it over her face.

you watched as her face quickly dropped, staring deep into it, the corners of her mouth watering like a needy puppy who was starving. she had her tongue out, panting, wanting her mouth filled with nothing but your wetness. she was thirsting for you, grunting and moaning, her breath hitting your clit, making it twitch. “you’re—fucking killing me, princess.”

“oh, i know, poor thing.” you said mockingly, shoving your clit in her mouth, gripping onto the back of her hair. you moaned out, thrusting your cunt against her tongue, fucking her pretty face as her husky moans vibrated against your slit.

“it’s—fuck! ‘s too much!” she yelped while pulling away from you, moaning uncontrollably, arching her back as her face twisted up in pain and pleasure. oh, what a fucking sight to see that was. her hole was constantly dripping on the dildo, fwopping noises filling up the room as she slid up and down it so easily, clit red and puffy.

you scoffed, shoving your cunt back in her mouth. “really? because your pussy says otherwise.” you started, smirking as your rhythm continued. “that’s it, taking it so well, sev. you look so pretty with your holes filled up.” you said as her rough tongue made its way to your hole, slipping it inside you, flicking against your g-spot. “oh, right there! doing so good!”

she whined, yes, whined out as your hips bucked on her face. using her mouth, nose, chin, whatever made you feel good. it wasn’t long until you felt a tingle at the bottom of your stomach, pussy still stuffed in her mouth, watching as she tried her best to please you while still bouncing up at down the member. “fuck, g-getting me close!” you moaned out, body tensing up. she carefully sucked on your clit, tongue practically glued onto it, lapping up all your juices.

sevika moaned against you, muffling out the best she could, “g-gonna fuckin’ come!”

your back arched, her eyes rolled back as the toy bulged out of her lower tummy, the both of you moaning out loudly as you reached your orgasms. bliss spread throughout your body, a sudden rush of warmness hitting you—almost like—there was something coming out of you. you pulled sevika’s face back by her hair, moans chopped and breathy. “oh, fuck, sevika!!” was all you let out before a gush of squirt landed on her mouth and chest, making you gasp for air. you stared at her after, wide eyed, face twisted up and apologetic, until she smirked at you. her tongue licked along her lips, tasting—no, savoring you in her mouth.

your head felt light, body tingling and weak as your knees gave in on you, making your way down. you felt a pair of hands wrapped around you, catching you just before you hit the ground. “woah! hey, you okay?”

your eyes darting towards sevika, who was—out of the ropes? “yeah, yeah i’m—wait. what? when—how?” you questioned, eyebrows furrowed.

she snickered, shaking her head as she spoke. “i do this for a living, princess.”

you huffed, rolling your eyes at her. she sat you down, rubbing your cheek with her thumb, holding up the ropes in your face. “if you’re feeling okay… wanna switch positions?”