Sevika giving you backshots + The cabin shaking from her fucking you
CW : cabin shaking from sevika fucking you, strap on sex, strap referred to as cock and dick, established relationship, not proofread, PURE SMUT
CONTEXT : okay I'm at an outing right now and there's these small triangular cabins that fits only a mattress and I'm sleeping in one. It moves when there's like huge movements and of course my mind went THERE immediately.
After a long, exhausting month, you and Sevika finally treated yourselves to a well-deserved getaway. The small private resort was quiet, with a pool glistening under the night sky and a small, cozy cabin and campfire just for the two of you.
You spent the evening by the campfire, sharing quiet laughter and trading sweet nothings, the warmth of the flames mirroring the glow in her eyes. When the fire died down and the night stretched deeper, you slipped inside the tiny cabin.
Of course, your sweet conversations soon melted into something more. Soft kisses grew heated, hands wandering as you found yourself straddling her hips, your body pressed to hers while your lips moved together with growing hunger.
She breaks the kiss, her breath hitching as she looks up at you with heavy lidded eyes. A small smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth, her hands still gripping your hips tightly. "Your clothes, baby. Take them off" Sevika tugged at your pants.
Her hands slide up your chest, pushing your shirt up and off, her calloused fingers tracing the contours of your stomach. She leans in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and up your neck, nipping gently.
As she kisses and bites at your neck, her other hand reaches between your legs, rubbing at your clit through your pants. After a moment, she pulls back, looking up at you with a possessive gleam in her eye.
Her hands moving quickly to undo her pants. She pushes them down her legs along with her underwear, revealing a black strap-on harness and her thick purple rubber cock.
You whimpered at the sight, and her smile only grew. "You want this, sweet girl?" she purred, though she already knew the answer.
Without waiting for a response, she shifted your position, pinning you beneath her with effortless strength, her pants down to her knees as she pulled down on yours.
She lifts your shirt, and you bite down on the fabric, muffling a gasp as you watch her trail soft, lingering kisses down your stomach — each one tender, gentle, and laced with love.
She brings her fingers to your lips, voice low and commanding. "Spit, baby," she whispers, eyes locked on yours. You obey without hesitation, and she smirks, using your saliva to prepare your cunt with deliberate, torturous care.
Her touch is slow, intentional — dragging out every second as she watches your body respond to her. "Look at you," she coos, her fingers gliding over sensitive skin, "so good for me..."
Her fingers curl inside you, finding your g-spot and pressing firmly against it. "You're so wet for me baby girl." She withdraws her fingers and stands up, pulling the strap-on into place and adjusting it over her hips. "Turn over."
You turn over, presenting your ass to her, and she lets out a satisfied hum, giving the base of the strap-on a firm tug. "Such a pretty little ass,"
You arch your back, sticking your bottom out further, and she gives your ass a firm slap, making you yelp. She chuckles, dark and low in her throat, before reaching between your legs again. "Open for me, sweetheart."
You spread your thighs wider, giving her better access, and she slowly pushes two fingers inside you, curling them up to hit that spot she knows drives you crazy. She works her fingers in and out, stretching you slowly, her other hand resting on your lower back to keep you arched.
Your body pushes back against her fingers, greedy and needy. She withdraws them suddenly, making you whimper. She spits on her palm once, twice, coating the thick shaft of the strap-on. She places one hand on your hip possessively, lining herself up with your entrance.
With a slow, steady pressure, she pushes against you, the head of the strap-on slipping inside inch by inch.
She gives you time to adjust, her hand squeezing your hip, before pushing in another inch. You gasp. "Good girl," she pauses. "Take it like a good girl."
You're taking it deeper now, her thick rubber length filling you up completely. She starts to thrust slower, deeper, hitting your sweet-spot with each push. The cabin starts to rattle around you, feeling the walls shaking as she picks up speed, slamming into you harder and harder.
As she gets deeper, she starts to move her hips slowly, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in, filling you completely. She wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you back onto her as she drives into you over and over, the white mattress banging against the wall. "You like that?”
Sevika's thrusts grow faster and more powerful, each one sending a shockwave through your body. The cabin shakes vigorously, the mattress shaking beneath you. She leans over your back, biting your shoulder as she fucks you intensely. The scent of sex and sweat fills the small space.
Your nails clawed at the sheets as she pounds into you mercilessly. The cabin squeaks. You watched the mattress moving on the floor with each powerful thrust. “F-Fuck… Mmmph!”
Sevika's breathing becomes heavier, her arm tightening around your waist as she lifts your bottom higher, angling the strap-on to hit that spot over and over with every thrust. "Shit, baby!”
You can feel the vibrations of the cabin's shaking deep in your core, matching the rhythm of Sevika's merciless pounding. Your protests become muffled screams as she hits you deep.
The small triangular cabin trembled, its windowpanes rattling with each jolt. The door creaked on its hinges, slipping open just enough to let the cool night air seep inside — a quiet witness to the relentless shaking.
"Can you feel it? The whole damn cabin shaking just from me fucking your perfect pussy" Each thrust is calculated, deep, hitting exactly the right spot to send sparks shooting through your vision.
You manage to get one hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit desperately as she pounds into you. The cabin is filled with the sounds of slapping flesh, your moans, and the creaking of it's own material. She sees your body tensing, your whimpers getting higher pitched.
"You’re so close, aren’t you?" she breathes, her voice dripping with hunger. Her pace quickens, thrusts hitting deeper, more relentless — the mattress sliding across the cabin floor with every movement.
She leans over your back, her body pressing into yours, and covers your hand with hers, fingers working your clit in tandem. "Come for me, baby," she whispers, lips brushing against your ear like a promise.
As her fingers cover yours, pressing down on your clit with just the right amount of pressure, you shatter. Your entire body convulses, your pussy clamping down on the strap-on inside you.
When it’s over, you both collapse onto the mattress, bodies tangled and chests heaving as you catch your breath. The air is thick with warmth, skin sticky with sweat, but neither of you care.
You turn to face her, cheeks flushed, and she mirrors you, a lazy grin spreading across her lips. The room is quiet now, save for the distant chirp of crickets and the rhythmic pounding of your heart.
Then, almost at the same time, you both start giggling, the sound light and breathless. "I swear the whole cabin was shaking," you laugh, wiping sweat from your brow.
Sevika chuckles, running a hand down your side. "Yeah? Maybe we should test how sturdy it really is," she teases, her voice still rough around the edges, eyes dark with lingering want.
A/N: i literally just wrote it and hit post, i WILL be re-reading this later cuz yk damn well I'm drunk af
