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4everhersss · 21 days ago

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!!!❤️

Hii! do you think you can make a fic about sevika x fem reader but they woke up one day and they switched bodies? It just came to my mind

How to Kiss Yourself

“What the f —“

The voice was gravelly. Too gravelly.

Too not yours.

You bolted upright in bed, heart jackhammering. Something felt…off. Your hands felt too big. Too heavy. The sheets pooled around your hips weirdly, and when you looked down, your chest,

Was. Not. There.

Instead, thick muscle, dark skin, scars. And a robotic fucking arm.

You screamed.

But it wasn’t your scream. It was Sevika’s voice, raw, low, just the tiniest bit panicked. And it came from your mouth across the room.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! ” Sevika…you, actually, yelled, sitting up on the couch where she’d crashed after poker night, now staring at her own body in bed. “Why do I sound like a fuckin’ chipmunk on crack…”

“Why do I have abs?!” you shrieked back, grabbing your…her (?!?) chest and staring at the heavy, solid weight of her body like you’d just been dropped into someone’s skin suit. “Why do I sound like YOU?!”

Sevika or you? blinked. “Holy shit.”

A long silence.

Then, Sevika (in your body) slapped her face once, then grabbed her own, your, boob and squeezed. “Holy shit.”

“HEY. Don’t touch that!” you barked, mortified.

“You’ve got great tits. Just sayin’.”

“SEVIKA.”

Hour One: Denial.

You tried everything, cold showers, shouting at the ceiling, literally punching each other (which was weird, because it was like punching yourself), and flipping through some ancient Piltover superstitions online about curses and spirit transference.

Sevika (in your body, wearing your too-small hoodie and struggling to cross her legs without flashing your panties) was taking this all too well.

“This your skincare routine?” she asked, smearing your overpriced moisturizer on her cheek. “No wonder your skin’s so soft.”

“STOP ENJOYING THIS.”

She smirked at you. “You’re just mad ‘cause I figured out how to pee first.”

You flushed, crossing your arms over her bare chest and feeling everything way too vividly.

“This is not a competition.”

“Oh, honey,” Sevika said with your lips and a shit-eating grin, “everything’s a competition.”

Hour Four: Problem Solving.

After a long debate (which included her trying to light a cigar and gagging because you “taste like strawberries and regret”), you both agreed to stay inside. The idea of Sevika walking around in your body, flirty, smug, and absolutely likely to get hit on, was too horrifying.

You also refused to let her jerk off in your body, to which she replied,

“Babe, if I’m stuck in this tight little thing another day, I’m gonna explode. You ever touch yourself with these fingers? It’s criminal how good they are.”

You shoved a pillow in her face.

Ten minutes later you caught her in your room, staring in the mirror with your shirt pulled up, hands on your chest.

“SEVIKA!”

“I was just looking! Goddamn.”

—

She wasn’t gonna do it.

She swore up and down, wasn’t gonna do it.

But then night came. You were asleep in her body, knocked out in bed after all the day’s chaos. And Sevika? Sevika was lying awake in yours, in your skin, with your thighs pressed together under the sheets and your heartbeat in places she didn’t even know it could throb.

And maybe it was curiosity. Or maybe it was the way you stretched earlier in her shirt, yawned in her voice, and looked so soft and sweet when you rubbed your eyes like that.

Or maybe it was the fact that your body was just… sensitive.

Like…unfairly sensitive.

Sevika kicked the blankets down and looked at herself, you, in the mirror across the room.

“…Fuck me,” she muttered, sitting up, legs spread, just looking. That face. Your face. Flushed, pretty, the hoodie sliding down one shoulder, that lazy, fucked-out pout already starting to show and she hadn’t even done anything yet.

“Bet you touch yourself like a good girl,” she muttered. “All soft and shy and sweet. Shit.”

Her hand moved lower. Tentative at first. But then she gasped when her fingers slid past your folds and felt how wet she already was.

“Oh, fucking hell.”

It was immediate.

No warmup. No warning. Just her fingers rubbing in slow circles and your hips bucking up without permission. The nerves were louder here, every flick of pressure, every curl of her fingers, it made her legs shake in a way she didn’t even know a body could shake.

“…Is this what it’s like for you?” Sevika whispered, genuinely stunned, your voice breaking on a moan. “No wonder you’re always so goddamn needy.”

She laid back on the couch and spread your thighs wider, fingers moving faster, slick sounds echoing in the quiet room. She looked like you, like the girl who always bit her lip around her, always tried to act innocent, always tried not to stare too long at her hands.

And now she had your hands. Her hands.

“I get it now,” she muttered, half-laughing, half-moan, hips grinding up into her own touch. “These fuckin’ fingers… no wonder you blush when I talk.”

She curled them deep, your fingers, and nearly choked. The moan came high-pitched and desperate, her back arching, mouth open.

“Shit, fuckfuck, that’s it”

Her thighs trembled. Eyes wide. She was watching herself come undone in the mirror, mouth slack, chest rising, that same little whimper she always heard from you right at the edge of —

“God, you’re so, fucking soft,” she panted. “I could get used to this.”

She came hard.

Breathless. Sweaty. Twitching under your hoodie.

And right as she was catching her breath, she looked over,

only to find you, in her body, standing silently in the doorway.

Watching.

“…Did you seriously just,”

“… it’s Science, babe.”

You didn’t mean to watch.

You definitely didn’t mean to like it.

But waking up in Sevika’s body again only to find her making your body come apart on the couch, head thrown back, fingers soaked, moaning with your voice, it kind of… did something to you.

And now?

Now you were standing in front of the bathroom mirror. In her body. Shirtless. Confused. And hard.

“…This is insane.”

You stared at your reflection, heart pounding. It was her, broad shoulders, sculpted chest, scars down her ribs, and that stupid smug tilt to her smirk. Only now it was you in there.

And that heavy weight between your legs? It twitched.

“Oh my god, stop it,” you hissed at it, slapping your thigh.

Behind you, Sevika’s voice called out lazily from the other room, all smug and knowing.

“You get hard just from lookin’ in the mirror too?”

“NO.”

“…Maybe.”

She appeared in the doorway a second later, you, wearing her hoodie, no pants, eyes glinting. “You want help?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I mean. I did you. Fair’s fair.”

She sauntered in like it was nothing. Like she wasn’t currently possessing your soft, pretty body. Like she didn’t have your thighs on display and your smirk on her lips. “Unless you already figured out how to jerk me off.”

“I… no?! I haven’t, what do you mean ‘help’?!”

Sevika just smiled. “You look flustered.”

You glared. “I have a dick, Sevika. It’s weird.”

“Yeah, and I know exactly what to do with it.”

She stepped closer. You stepped back, right into the counter. And she leaned in, grinning like the devil wearing your lip gloss.

“You want me to show you, baby?” she purred, licking your bottom lip. “How to stroke it nice and slow… how to grip it just right…”

You shuddered.

“…I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

You let her guide your hand first.

Sevika, smug as hell, sat behind you in the mirror, arms around you, chin on your shoulder. You were shirtless in her body, your large, rough hand wrapped around her cock. It was heavy. Warm. And when you stroked it, it throbbed.

“Good girl,” she whispered into your ear. Your voice in her mouth. “Look at you.”

You groaned.

“Feels big, huh?”

“y-yeah”

She laughed.

“Try slow,” she murmured, her hand moving over yours. “Tighter. Not too much.”

You swallowed thickly, knuckles flexing. The slick sound of your palm sliding up and down filled the bathroom. You watched in the mirror as Sevika looked you up and down like she was eating you alive.

“You make a hot top,” she whispered, lips brushing your jaw. “But I still like you better underneath me.”

That was it.

Your hips started to buck into your hand.

“F-fuck!”

“You’re gonna come just like that?” she teased, grinning against your neck. “All over yourself like a good little mess?”

You bit your lip hard, panting.

“Say thank you, baby.”

“Go to hell.”

You came with your fist wrapped tight and Sevika whispering filth in your ear in your own sweet voice, calling you baby, calling you mine, kissing the side of your face like she was proud of you.

When you opened your eyes, Sevika was watching you in the mirror. Flushed. Biting her lip.

You looked at her.

She looked at you.

And then?

You both said it at the same time:

“…We should probably do that again.”

okay i actually laughed while reading this request 😭 thanks anon

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4everhersss · 21 days ago

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SOMEONE PUHLEASE TELL ME WHO THE ARTIST IS. I KEEP SEEING THIS EVERYWHERE BUT ITS ALL REPOSTS AND I NEED TO KNOW WHO THIS IS SO I CAN FOLLOW THEM 😭😭

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4everhersss · 21 days ago

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the cutest… thing… ever…

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 (𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭) 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝) 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬...

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: 1.9k Content/Warnings: nsfw, best friend!sev fucks the shit out of you, no pronouns used for reader, vibrator and strap use, reader has a shitty (but also gender neutral) ex, clueless lesbians in love A/N: okay i know this isn't on my upcoming works list but guys!! fwb sev!! love this concept wanted to see it fleshed out so here we are... and, as always, i hope you enjoy <3

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ FWB!Sevika, who's dicing away at vegetables when she hears the chime of the text tone she's set just for you

୨ৎ She's quick to drop the knife, wipe her hands on a kitchen towel, and pick up her phone, reading, “hey, you busy? had a shitty day and could use some company :)”

୨ৎ Without hesitation, her thumb flies across the keyboard as she types, “Never too busy for you. Come over whenever.”

୨ৎ The two of you have been friends damn near forever now, which meant that you'd experienced many a relationship, breakup, bad first date, and soul-sucking talking stage alongside each other

୨ৎ Eventually, this led to both of you making a pact that dating was off the table for half a year

୨ৎ But what you both fail to consider is this: you're horny motherfuckers

୨ৎ And by month three, the vibrators have gotten really old, so you propose an idea over drinks one night

୨ৎ “Why don't we just fuck each other?”

୨ৎ Neither of you are strangers to casual sex, nor have you ever been anything but open, honest, and comfortable with each other, so the arrangement made perfect sense and, honestly, worked really well

୨ৎ So well, in fact, that when those six months were over, you guys just kept fucking each other…

୨ৎ So, you and Sevika are now in your friends with benefits era

୨ৎ Benefits that include cuddling with each other in the morning, running errands together in the afternoon, and making dinner for each other in the evening...

୨ৎ Ya know. Regular fuck-buddy behavior!

୨ৎ Your fuck buddy opens the door for you as soon as you’re at her doorstep, and you’re immediately wrapped in a hug by the smell of homemade chicken noodle soup, the sound of Ella Fitzgerald floating through the air, and the warm smile she only ever gives you

୨ৎ “Shitty day, huh?” She asks, holding out a hand for you to take as you walk up the final step of her front porch and into her house… You know, like fuck buddies do

୨ৎ “Like you wouldn't fucking believe,” you sigh for the umpteenth time today, but this time, she's coaxing your jacket off your shoulders, and they finally seem to relax as you exhale

୨ৎ She huffs out a chuckle, but her brows furrow in concern as she watches you kick your shoes off and pad over to the living room to flop down onto the couch in defeat

୨ৎ Sevika hates to see you upset, and will always do whatever she can to make you feel better, so she makes her way to the kitchen to pour you a bowl of soup, determined to do just that

୨ৎ “I’ve got chicken noodle soup and a listening ear,” she announces, handing you the bowl. “Think that’ll help?”

୨ৎ “That and the fancy ass vibrator you’ve got upstairs,” you deadpan, taking your first sip of the rich broth as she barks out a laugh

୨ৎ She nestles in beside you, and listens so intently to your venting that she hardly touches her own bowl of soup

୨ৎ “So, my boss had already been on my ass all day- eat-” you suddenly interrupt yourself, nodding toward her bowl and picking the story right back up as she quickly obliges, “I’m fucking fuming as I walk out of the office, and then… I run into Sam as I’m walking to my car..?”

୨ৎ Sevika’s eyes widen and she learns forward, hoping to Janna that she hadn’t heard you right

୨ৎ “Sam?” She repeats incredulously

୨ৎ “Sam,” you echo, lips pressed into a thin line

୨ৎ Your ex, who you had dated for nearly three years before you randomly came back home to a half-empty apartment and a chicken-scratched note about how they “needed some time on their own”

୨ৎ Sevika’s face morphs into one of disgust as she shakes her head and takes another bite

୨ৎ “Fuckin hate Sam…” she mutters

୨ৎ “I know you do,” you chuckle, “you hate Sam more than I hate Sam.”

୨ৎ “Hell yeah, I do! They fuckin’ broke your heart and stole your favorite blanket in one foul swoop. What kind of evil is that?”

୨ৎ You throw your head back in laughter at the rare display of emotion; Sevika's nothing if not protective of you, and clearly, she hasn’t moved on from this breakup…

୨ৎ “What were they doing in the parking lot of your job?” She sneers

୨ৎ Your lips pull into a smirk, and you cock a brow as if to say, “you’re not even ready…”

୨ৎ And Sevika’s expression goes flat, her shoulders dropping as if to reply, “don’t tell me…”

୨ৎ “They work with me, now.”

୨ৎ She slams her bowl onto the coffee table and throws herself back onto the couch, dragging her hands down her face

୨ৎ “Why…” she shakes her head, “why…?”

୨ৎ “Oh, come on, Sev! Have some compassion…” you playfully scold, your voice dripping with sarcasm, “They’ve got a baby on the way, and they want their wife to be able to stay at home…”

୨ৎ At this, she shoots up from the couch, hands on her head and horror on her face like her team’s out on the court and they’re fucking bombing

୨ৎ She paces across the living room about three times before she finally turns to you and your shit-eating grin, hands dropping to her hips

୨ৎ “Wife? Baby?!” You’ve never seen her in more shock. “You broke up a year ago!”

୨ৎ “Love finds you when you least expect it,” you joke, trying your best to play off the hurt that you feel, but the hurt is there

୨ৎ It’s real, and raw, and it escapes you as a bitter chuckle

୨ৎ “Dude,” she exhales, finally falling back down on the couch, “I’m sorry. What a dick…”

୨ৎ “‘S alright,” you shrug. “I'm over it by now, anyway.”

୨ৎ “You can be over it. Doesn’t change the fact that it sucked then, it sucks now, and they never should’ve approached you… especially not to tell you about their wife and kid.”

୨ৎ “Basic decency is a rare commodity these days,” you chortle

୨ৎ For a moment, she sits beside you, her jaw set and her gaze steely

୨ৎ “You know what you need?” She suddenly grunts

୨ৎ You hum in response, turning your head to her

୨ৎ And when she looks back, a mischievous glint twinkles in her eye, and a smirk tugs at her lips

୨ৎ “The forget-your-ex special…”

୨ৎ “The fuck is the forget-your-ex special?”

୨ৎ 30 minutes later, you’re face down, ass up in her bed, actively getting the answer to that question…

୨ৎ She’s not fucking around tonight; no beating around the bush, no teasing, no making you beg or plead

୨ৎ She’s giving you exactly what you want, over, and over, and over, and-

୨ৎ Your legs give out underneath you, eyes rolling back in your head as she presses her thickest strap into your sopping heat

୨ৎ You’ve already come four times- once riding her thigh, twice on her mouth, and once more on her fingers- and you’re not sure you can take it anymore

୨ৎ But then, she’s leaning over, voice low and steady as she bottoms out inside of you, praising you for doing so well

୨ৎ “Just one more for me, baby. You’re being so good for me… just one more. Can you do that for me?”

୨ৎ You whimper into the pillows, nodding your head as tears of pleasure begin to prick your eyes

୨ৎ One thing is for sure; your ex is officially no longer on your mind

୨ৎ Quite frankly, as she begins to pound into you, nothing is on your mind

୨ৎ You know you’re a mess right now; all marked up, covered in spit and slick and sweat, hair messy and skin flushed, and you might feel self-conscious of just how fucked out you are if it weren’t for the fact that Sevika makes you feel like an angel on earth, no matter what state you’re in

୨ৎ You know. Like friends with benefits do.

୨ৎ In fact, it seems she wants you more fucked out than you already are, because suddenly, she’s pulling out that fancy ass vibrator from the drawer of her nightstand, her pace never relenting as she plugs it in

୨ৎ You don’t see it from where your face is buried in the blankets, but you hear a click and a familiar buzz, and your clit throbs in response

୨ৎ “Holy fuck, Sev,” you pant, “are you trying to kill me..?”

୨ৎ She grins, one hand holding the vibrator, and the other kneading your hip

୨ৎ “Not trying to kill you,” she muses; and then, she’s reaching around to press the vibrator against your aching clit

୨ৎ All you can do is mewl, your face buried in the mattress as she fucks you into the mattress

୨ৎ “There we go,” she coos. “Just want you nice and dumb for me…”

୨ৎ It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for your fifth and final orgasm to rip through you, your body convulsing underneath her

୨ৎ She grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling your head up from the bed as you scream

୨ৎ “Let me hear you when you come, baby. You know better.”

୨ৎ That, you do; you know that if Sevika could upload your moans to Spotify, they’d go straight to her playlist of favorite songs alongside Ella Fitzgerald and Nat King Cole

୨ৎ You cry out for her as the longest orgasm of your fucking life wracks through you, but the minute you begin to lurch away, gasping as the sensations become too much, she’s turning off the vibrator, taking off the harness, and wrapping you up in her arms

୨ৎ “Feel better?” She asks, stroking your back as you catch your breath

୨ৎ “Fuck yeah,” you exhale, eyes fluttering closed and a smile pulling at your lips

୨ৎ “Don’t fall asleep yet,” she purrs. “Still gotta pee.”

୨ৎ You groan in protest, as if she isn’t going to carry you to the bathroom so that you don’t have to walk

୨ৎ And as you’re sitting on the toilet, and she’s brushing her teeth for bed, it suddenly dawns on you just how domestic this all is

୨ৎ In fact, things have felt domestic like this since you started fucking her eight months ago…

୨ৎ (Congratulations, you were the last person on earth to put that together, btw…)

୨ৎ And, quite honestly, you really like it

୨ৎ Listening to her hum along to her favorite jazz tracks as she cooks, snorting as she cusses out the assholes who cut her off as she’s driving you to work, bearing witness to the warm smiles and impassioned displays of emotion that she only seems to let slip around you…

୨ৎ You could get used to this

୨ৎ You have gotten used to this

୨ৎ And so, you propose an idea, just like you had over drinks eight months ago

୨ৎ “Why don’t we just date each other?”

୨ৎ Her toothbrush stills in her mouth, she looks down at where you still sit on the toilet, and then, when your hands reach for the toilet paper, eyes still glued to her as you await her response, she just laughs

୨ৎ She spits out her toothpaste, wipes her mouth and dries her hands, puts her toothbrush down next to your spare and walks over to the toilet to plant a minty kiss on your lips

୨ৎ “Y/n,” she murmurs, “I'm starting to think we should marry each other.”

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

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4everhersss · 26 days ago

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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."

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content vaginal fingering, stalker sevika x stalker reader, violence, rough sex/hate-sex, pain during sex, bruises

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—You’re fucking crazy.

“Am I ?” voice soft—razor-sharp silk. Dead calm. And it slices straight through her.

She doesn’t move, but you can see the way her fingers twitch at her sides. Like they’re itching for something. Like she doesn’t know if she wants to strangle you or grab you. Maybe both.

You stop just a breath away from her. Eyes locked.

“Did you really think you were good at hiding it?”

Another step, chest nearly brushing hers.

“Breaking in my home. stealing my underwears. taking pictures.”

Her eyes flicker—barely—but you catch it. She knows she’s caught. And still, she doesn’t deny it.

“You thought I didn’t notice?”

You laugh, low, honeyed and humorless.

“Funny. I could say the same to you.”

There’s no fear in your eyes anymore. No wide-eyed little mouse. None of it was true anyway.

Just the slow, deliberate gaze of someone who’s been circling her prey for a long, long time.

And Sevika… she doesn’t step back. Doesn’t speak.

You tip your chin up, stare straight into her storm-grey eyes.

The silence between you is thick and electric. Breathless.

Then—mouths crash.

It’s not a kiss. It’s a collision. Teeth. Tongue. Hunger. Weeks—months—of obsession boiled down to a violent need. Like tearing into something you’ve been starving for.

And neither of you pulls away.

Your mouths collide—again. And again. It’s not gentle. Not sweet. It’s rage and hunger and months of watching each other from the dark.

Sevika’s hands are already on you, rough, greedy, furious. They grip your hips like she’s trying to leave fingerprints, like she wants to break something open and crawl inside. You can feel her fingers bruise your skin painfully.

You gasp into her mouth—sharp, involuntary—when she yanks you flush against her, the strength in her arms making your head spin.

Her voice is a growl against your lips.

“You sick little thing…”

She kisses you harder. “You were watching me?”

Another bite of your mouth. “Touching yourself to me?”

You don’t answer. You don’t have to.

Your nails dig into her shoulders. She grabs your wrists and shoves them away—slams you back against the wall. The impact steals your breath. The back of your head hurts. You don’t hear anything for a single second.

Sevika’s face is twisted with something ugly—desire, jealousy, disbelief. Her nostrils flare like she can smell you under her skin.

“You think you’re in control here?” she spits.

Her thigh wedges between yours, presses up, and you whine—quiet, but enough.

Her smirk is cruel. Her hand is already under your shirt, fingers dragging up your ribs, nails catching, like she wants to mark every inch.

You tilt your head, breath ragged.

“You came into my house, Sev.”

A whisper, but it cuts like a blade.

“You begged for this.”

Her grip tightens. You feel it in your wrists, your hips, the bruises blooming under her palms. And then—she kisses you again, brutal, breath-stealing, like she wants to consume you whole.

She kisses you like she hates you for making her feel this much. Like she resents the way your body fits against hers, how you melt and push back all at once. Her hands are everywhere—up your shirt, down the waistband of your pants, gripping your ass like she wants to own it, dragging you harder against her thigh until your spine arches and your mouth breaks open in a gasp again.

“Fucking knew you’d be like this,” she mutters against your neck, teeth scraping along your pulse. “Knew you wanted it rough.”

You claw at her back. She groans, low in her throat, and presses her weight into you even harder—until your shoulder blades grind painfully against the wall and your legs spread without her having to ask, not leaving you a single space to breath.

She wants to hurt you, to make you feel pain through your arousal.

Her metal arm braces above your head, cold and solid where your wrists are pinned, while her other hand slips lower, yanking your jeans halfway down your thighs like she’s tearing into prey.

You’re soaked. And she fucking feels it.

“Look at you,” she breathes, like she’s disgusted—but her fingers are already sliding through your slick, slow and cruel. “You liked it. Slut. Being watched. Being followed. You wanted me to snap.”

You whimper, jaw tight, and she smirks like the devil who’s finally dragged you to hell with her.

You tilt your head, panting, eyes wild.

“Didn’t want you to snap.”

A pause. Your lips brush hers.

“I wanted you to break.”

Something in her shatters.

The next moment, you’re being lifted—roughly, effortlessly—as she drags you away from the wall and shoves you down onto the nearest surface, your clothes half-off, breath punched from your lungs, your thighs forced apart.

Sevika’s on top of you, looming, breathing heavy like a caged animal finally set loose.

“Say it,” she growls, fingers at your cunt again, pressing hard, painful and unforgiving.

You’re writhing under her now, vision white-hot, skin already littered with bruises, mind split between pain and unbearable pleasure.

“Say what?” you gasp, already close to breaking.

Her eyes are wild. She leans in so close her forehead touches yours, breath ragged.

“Say you’re mine.” Sevika growls, low and ragged, fingers already pushing at your cunt—two deep, slick to the knuckle, no teasing now, just enough pressure to hurt a little. Just how she knows you like it.

But you don’t beg. You don’t break.

You meet her eyes, lips parted around a breathless sound that isn’t quite a moan, and you smile.

Bold. Provocative. Cruel.

“No,” you whisper.

You grind down onto her hand, your voice a purr against her mouth.

“I’m not yours. You are mine.”

It hits her like a slap. Like gasoline to an open flame.

Her whole body tenses, and for a second you think she’s going to hit the wall again, going to tear the room apart. Instead, she snarls and fucks her fingers into you harder, faster, brutal now—like she wants to prove you wrong with her hands alone.

“You really wanna test me?” she hisses.

She bites at your neck, hard enough to leave blood under the skin. “Keep talking, sweetheart. See how far that gets you.”

But you’re laughing now—breathless, half-crying with pleasure but still defiant. You reach up and grab a fistful of her shirt, yanking her down so your lips crush against hers again, wet and messy and full of teeth as you can’t help but moan.

“I’ve always been watching you,” you whisper into her mouth, voice hitching as she curls her fingers just right.

“You think this was an accident? You being here?”

Sevika growls and pulls her hand out. You almost sob at the loss—but then she flips you over fast, your chest slamming down onto the cold surface, your ass bare and high and already trembling.

She leans over your back, breathing hard.

“Keep your mouth shut,” she spits.

“Or I’ll fill it.”

And she’s back inside you, fingers punishing, her other hand wrapped tight around your throat as you gasp for air, yanking your head back so she can watch your face in the reflection of the window—watch the way you fall apart, eyes glassy, lips slick and mouth open, drooling.

But you’re still smiling through the pain merging with pleasure.

Still holding on, even as she wrecks you.

Because you’ve already won. You already own her.

She just hasn’t admitted it yet.

And she’s fucking angry.

so, how are we feeling after this first very-unusual-for-Jess smut drabble ? dark themed. I loved it

not tagging anyone from my taglist on my main blog bc it’s too different from my usual work… sorry my darlings, couldn’t dare to tag you

♡ thank you for reading

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