You tried distracting yourself at first. You scrolled mindlessly through your phone for nearly twenty minutes while laying across her mattress, legs kicking lazily behind you while your mind wandered in dangerous directions.

Every little thing kept dragging your thoughts back to Sevika somehow, from the deep imprint she’d left in the mattress to the memory of her rough laugh earlier that evening while her hand rested heavy against your lower back.

You kept thinking about her hands especially, the contrast between rough flesh and cold metal constantly replaying in your head until your thighs started pressing together unconsciously.

By the time you finally tossed your phone aside with a frustrated sigh, your body already felt warm and restless in a way that made it impossible to ignore yourself any longer.

It started innocently enough. Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts almost absentmindedly while you stared up at the ceiling trying not to think too hard about what you were doing. Your fingertips brushed lightly over your clothed pussy first, slow tentative touches that sent tiny sparks of heat through your stomach immediately.

A shaky breath left your mouth the second you felt how damp your panties already were, embarrassment mixing instantly with arousal hard enough to make your face burn. You closed your eyes tightly for a second because realizing how wet you’d gotten from nothing but thoughts of Sevika felt humiliating in the hottest possible way.

“Fuck,” you whispered quietly to yourself while your hips shifted against the mattress. Even your own voice sounded breathless already, softer than usual in the dark silence of Sevika’s bedroom. Your fingers rubbed slowly over your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, teasing just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble slightly around your hand.

Every little movement dragged more slick between your folds until the fabric felt soaked against your skin, sticking uncomfortably every time your hips rolled upward searching for friction. The shame of it only made you wetter because somewhere deep down you knew Sevika would probably love seeing you like this.

You finally pushed your shorts and panties down your thighs with trembling fingers after another few desperate minutes of teasing yourself through the fabric. Cool air brushed against your soaked pussy immediately, making you gasp softly while your legs spread wider across Sevika’s sheets without thinking about it.

Slick glistened visibly between your thighs already, wetness clinging to your folds and smearing against your fingertips the second you touched yourself properly.

Your clit ached embarrassingly hard beneath your fingers from how worked up you already were, swollen and sensitive after spending nearly an hour torturing yourself with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t have been having about your friend.

The sight alone nearly made your stomach twist because you looked absolutely ruined already and Sevika hadn’t even touched you.

And god, the thoughts themselves were filthy. You kept imagining Sevika catching you exactly like this, spread open on her bed with your fingers buried between your thighs while her name sat heavy on your tongue.

You imagined the slow way her eyes would drag over your body first, taking in every detail before she said something cruelly amused in that rough low voice of hers. You imagined her grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head while she looked down at your dripping pussy like she’d finally figured you out completely.

Worst of all, you imagined the way Sevika would touch you afterward, rough hands spreading your thighs apart while she mocked how desperate you’d gotten for her.

The fantasy alone made your pussy clench hard around nothing. A broken moan slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it while your fingers slid lower through slick folds, gathering wetness before circling back up toward your clit again. Wet sounds filled the room softly every time your fingers moved against yourself, embarrassingly loud in the otherwise silent apartment.

Your hips rocked upward automatically into your own touch, chasing friction desperately while your free hand tangled into Sevika’s sheets beside your head. Everything felt too hot suddenly, your skin flushed and sticky while arousal curled tighter and tighter low in your stomach.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Sevika’s mouth either. You imagined her broad shoulders settling between your thighs while her metal hand forced your legs wider apart against the mattress. You imagined the rough scrape of her stubble against your inner thighs while she kissed higher and higher until she finally reached your soaked pussy.

You imagined her groaning against you after the first taste, dark eyes flicking upward toward your face while her tongue dragged slowly through your folds. The mental image hit so hard your fingers stuttered against your clit while a needy little whine escaped your throat embarrassingly loud.

“Sevika…” Her name fell from your lips like a confession more than anything else. Your voice sounded wrecked already, breathless and soft while your thighs shook harder around your hand. The sound of her name filling her bedroom only made everything worse because it suddenly felt too real, too intimate, too obvious what you wanted from her.

Your fingers sped up instinctively afterward, rubbing messy circles over your swollen clit while slick coated your hand and the inside of your thighs completely. You were close already, dangerously close, and the realization made panic and excitement twist together painfully in your chest.

You didn’t hear the apartment door unlock over the sound of your own breathing. You didn’t hear Sevika’s heavy boots crossing the apartment floor while you writhed across her sheets completely lost in yourself. You didn’t hear the bedroom door creak open slowly because another moan had just left your mouth while your hips bucked harder into your hand. The only thing you noticed was the sudden rough voice cutting clean through the room like a knife. “Don’t stop.”

Every muscle in your body locked instantly. Your hand froze between your thighs while your eyes snapped toward the doorway so fast it almost hurt. Sevika stood there with one shoulder leaned casually against the frame, massive body taking up most of the space while her sharp eyes stayed locked directly between your spread legs.

Rain still dampened parts of her shirt and dark hair from outside, making her somehow look even rougher than usual beneath the dim apartment lighting. The expression on her face wasn’t anger like you expected either, which honestly might’ve been worse because she looked far too interested.

Heat flooded your entire body so violently it almost made you dizzy. You scrambled upright immediately, trying desperately to yank your shorts back over your thighs while your pulse slammed wildly against your ribs hard enough to hurt. “Shit— Sevika, I didn’t hear you come back,” you blurted out quickly, voice thin with panic and embarrassment.

Your pussy throbbed painfully from the sudden adrenaline rush, slick still coating your fingers while Sevika watched every frantic movement you made without looking away once. The silence stretched just long enough to make humiliation creep higher and higher up your throat.

Then Sevika clicked her tongue softly. “Nah,” she said lowly while pushing herself off the doorway. The single word came out calm and rough enough to send another pulse of heat straight between your legs despite everything. Her eyes dropped slowly down your body again, lingering shamelessly on the wetness between your thighs before flicking back toward your face. “Don’t cover up now,” she added quietly, voice almost amused in a way that made your stomach twist harder.

Your hands stopped moving completely after that. They just hovered uselessly near the waistband of your shorts while Sevika stepped fully into the room and shut the bedroom door behind her with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than anything else had all night.

The noise sent a fresh wave of panic curling through your chest because the closed door suddenly made everything feel impossibly intimate, impossibly real.

Sevika stayed near the foot of the bed for a moment without speaking, broad shoulders relaxed while her eyes kept dragging slowly over your body like she was taking her time memorizing every detail. You felt exposed beneath that stare in a way that made your pussy ache harder instead of less, which honestly only humiliated you further.

“You were thinking about me,” Sevika said eventually, her voice low and rough enough to make your thighs twitch again. It wasn’t phrased like a question because she already knew the answer from the look on your face alone.

Your mouth opened slightly like you wanted to deny it, but nothing actually came out because there was no believable lie left anymore. Not when your fingers were still wet. Not when your legs were still spread across her sheets.

Not when she’d very obviously heard her own name falling from your mouth before she walked in. Sevika noticed the way your face burned hotter immediately, and the corner of her mouth twitched upward in something dangerously close to a smirk.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly after a few painful seconds of silence, even though the apology sounded weak and breathless the second it left your mouth.

Your fingers tightened slightly in the sheets beneath you while you avoided looking directly at her, too embarrassed to handle the intensity in Sevika’s eyes right now. “I know I shouldn’t’ve—” you started again, but Sevika cut you off before you could finish the sentence properly.

“Shouldn’t’ve been spread open on my bed touching your pussy while thinking about me?” she asked casually, each filthy word landing directly in your stomach like a physical weight.

The bluntness of it stole the air from your lungs instantly because hearing Sevika say it out loud somehow made everything ten times dirtier.

A shaky breath slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. Your pussy clenched visibly around nothing again at the sound of Sevika’s voice turning rough around words like pussy and spread open, which only made embarrassment burn hotter beneath your skin.

Sevika noticed immediately too because her eyes flicked downward between your thighs with sharp focus before dragging slowly back up toward your face again. “Fuck,” she murmured under her breath while watching you squirm against the mattress.

The sound wasn’t mocking this time either, which honestly made your heartbeat speed up even harder. There was actual hunger in her voice now, low and restrained and dangerous enough to make your stomach flip violently.

Sevika moved closer to the bed again after another long second of silence stretched between you both. Her heavy boots thudded softly against the floor while your pulse pounded harder with every step she took toward you.

The mattress dipped slightly beneath one of her knees when she leaned onto the bed, metal arm braced beside your thigh while she looked down at you from painfully close range now.

The size difference suddenly felt unfair in a way that made your entire body flush hotter beneath her stare, especially with Sevika towering over you while you sat there flushed and wet and half naked in her sheets.

“Look at you,” she said quietly, voice roughening further while her eyes dragged between your trembling thighs again. “Got yourself this worked up all on your own.”

You swallowed hard enough for Sevika to notice. Her gaze flicked toward your throat briefly before settling back onto your face again, dark eyes steady enough to make your skin feel hot everywhere they landed. “Sevika…” you started weakly, though you weren’t even fully sure what you were trying to say anymore.

Maybe you wanted her to stop. Maybe you wanted her closer. Maybe you wanted both badly enough to make your head spin because this entire situation felt completely out of control already.

Sevika must’ve seen some part of that panic on your face because her expression softened slightly around the edges, though it still didn’t make her look any less dangerous.

“You want me to leave?” she asked finally, and the question hit you harder than expected. Her voice stayed low and calm while she said it, but there was something restrained underneath the words that made your stomach tighten painfully.

Sevika’s hand flexed once against the mattress beside your thigh while she waited for your answer, metal fingers curling slightly into the sheets near your hip. The silence stretched too long because the truth sat heavy at the back of your throat immediately.

You didn’t want her to leave at all, and Sevika seemed to realize that from the way your thighs pressed together instinctively instead of pulling away from her.

“No,” you admitted softly after another second passed, your voice embarrassingly quiet beneath the pounding of your heartbeat.

The confession seemed to affect Sevika instantly because her jaw tightened slightly while her eyes darkened in a way that made heat flood straight between your legs again. “No?” she repeated slowly, like she wanted to hear you say it twice just to make sure.

You shook your head carefully against the pillows while your fingers twisted tighter in the sheets beneath you, completely unable to look away from her now.

Sevika stared at you for another long moment afterward before exhaling quietly through her nose, like she was trying very hard to hold herself back from something.

“Then keep going,” she said finally.

Your breath caught sharply in your throat the second the words left her mouth. You just stared at her for a moment because surely you’d heard her wrong somehow, but Sevika’s expression never changed.

She stayed leaned over you with one knee pressed into the mattress beside your thigh while her eyes flicked deliberately toward your hand still hovering uselessly near your stomach.

“You heard me,” she added quietly when you still didn’t move. Her voice dropped lower afterward, rough enough to send another pulse of heat straight through your body. “Touch your pussy again.”

A needy little sound escaped your throat before you could stop it. The command alone made your clit throb painfully hard between your legs while slick continued dripping slowly onto Sevika’s sheets beneath you.

Your fingers hesitated for another second anyway because this felt insane now, completely insane, but Sevika just kept watching you with those heavy dark eyes that made thinking impossible.

“C’mon,” she murmured softly, almost coaxing now despite how rough her voice still sounded. “You were doing such a pretty job before I interrupted you.”

Your entire body burned at the praise. The warmth in Sevika’s tone mixed horribly with the humiliation already curling through your chest until your thighs trembled visibly beneath her stare again.

Sevika noticed instantly, gaze dropping between your legs while a slow smirk finally pulled properly across her mouth this time. “There it is,” she muttered darkly, clearly enjoying every second of watching your body react to her.

The sight of her looking at you like that nearly made your brain short circuit completely because Sevika had never looked at you this openly before. Never let you see hunger written this clearly across her face.

Slowly, almost nervously, your hand slid back down between your thighs. Your fingertips brushed lightly through your soaked folds first, gathering slick that coated your fingers immediately before circling back toward your clit again.

A soft moan escaped your mouth the second you touched yourself properly because you were still embarrassingly sensitive from before Sevika interrupted you.

Your hips jerked upward instinctively into your own hand while wet sounds filled the room again almost immediately. Sevika’s eyes stayed locked on the movement between your thighs so intensely it nearly made your entire body shake.

“Fuck,” Sevika breathed quietly under her breath while watching your fingers rub slow circles over your swollen clit. The word sounded strained now, lower and rougher than before in a way that made your stomach tighten hard.

You could physically feel how focused she was on your body, on the slick coating your fingers, on the way your pussy clenched every time you moaned softly.

“Look how wet you are,” she murmured after another second passed, voice almost disbelieving despite the obvious arousal thickening it now.

The filthy observation made your face burn all over again because your pussy actually pulsed harder at hearing Sevika describe you like that out loud.

Your hand shook slightly between your thighs after that. Every slow circle over your clit felt almost too intense now with Sevika watching from so close beside you, her entire focus locked directly onto the slick movements of your fingers. The room had gone unbearably warm somewhere during all of this, heat sticking to your skin while your breathing turned thinner and more uneven with every passing second.

Wet sounds filled the silence steadily each time your fingers dragged through your folds before rubbing back over your swollen clit again, embarrassingly loud against the quiet hum of the apartment outside. Sevika watched every single movement like she couldn’t look away even if she tried, dark eyes fixed between your thighs with an intensity that made your stomach twist painfully.

“Shit,” Sevika muttered quietly again, almost to herself this time. Her flesh hand slid slowly across the mattress beside your hip while she leaned a little closer over you, broad shoulders boxing you further into the bed beneath her weight.

The movement filled your senses instantly because now you could smell cigarette smoke and leather and Sevika herself so much stronger than before.

Your pussy clenched hard around nothing from the closeness alone while your hips rocked helplessly upward into your own touch again. Sevika’s gaze flicked upward briefly toward your face when you whimpered softly, and the look in her eyes nearly made your entire body shake.

“You always this sensitive?” she asked lowly after another moment passed. Her voice sounded rough enough to scrape against your skin while her eyes dropped immediately back down to where your fingers kept rubbing desperate little circles over your clit.

You couldn’t answer properly because your thoughts felt sluggish and overheated now, tangled completely in the humiliation and arousal twisting together inside your chest.

Another shaky moan escaped your mouth instead, softer this time, almost needy in a way that made Sevika’s jaw tighten visibly. “Yeah,” she murmured after hearing it. “Thought so.”

Your free hand tightened harder in the sheets beside you while your thighs spread wider unconsciously beneath her stare. Slick coated the inside of your legs completely now, glistening against your skin every time the dim apartment light caught it just right.

You could physically feel how soaked your pussy had become, every movement of your fingers slipping wetly through your folds before circling back toward your clit again.

The shame of it made your face burn hotter because Sevika could obviously see all of it too. She could see exactly what she was doing to you without even touching you yet.

“Look at this mess,” Sevika said quietly, and your stomach twisted violently at the sound of genuine fascination in her voice. Her metal hand moved slowly then, cold fingers brushing lightly against the inside of your thigh while she watched your entire body jolt at the contact.

The temperature difference sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through your stomach immediately, your hips twitching against the mattress while a breathless sound escaped your throat.

Sevika noticed every reaction instantly because her eyes narrowed slightly while her metal fingertips dragged higher along your damp skin. “Can barely keep your legs still,” she added roughly while your thighs trembled around her hand.

“Sevika…” Her name left your mouth softer this time, almost pleading without you meaning it to sound that way. Your fingers stuttered briefly against your clit while Sevika’s hand continued sliding slowly upward along your inner thigh, stopping dangerously close to where you needed her most.

The restraint in the movement nearly hurt because she wasn’t actually touching your pussy yet, just hovering close enough to make your entire body ache in anticipation.

You could feel cool metal near your soaked folds now, close enough that every tiny shift of your hips brushed you nearer to her fingers. Sevika’s gaze lifted toward your face again when you squirmed helplessly beneath her.

“What?” she asked quietly, though her expression said she already knew exactly what you wanted. Her voice had softened slightly beneath the roughness now, lower and more intimate in a way that made your pulse pound even harder against your ribs. You opened your mouth to answer before immediately closing it again because saying the words out loud suddenly felt impossible.

Admitting how badly you wanted Sevika to touch you felt terrifying after spending so long pretending these feelings didn’t exist. Sevika watched the conflict flicker across your face for another long second before exhaling softly through her nose.

“You gonna ask me for it?” she murmured.

The question hit you hard enough to make your pussy clench visibly again. Your hips rolled upward instinctively searching for more friction while your fingers rubbed faster over your clit without thinking about it.

Sevika’s eyes dropped immediately to the movement between your thighs, her expression darkening further at the sight of your slick fingers moving desperately against yourself now.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath while watching you unravel beneath her. The sound alone nearly made your head spin because Sevika looked genuinely affected now, like holding herself back was becoming difficult.

Your breathing grew shakier by the second. Every rub against your clit sent little pulses of pleasure shooting through your stomach now, building tighter and tighter until your thighs wouldn’t stop trembling around your hand anymore.

You were already close again embarrassingly fast, especially with Sevika staring at your pussy like she wanted to bury herself between your legs immediately.

The pressure building low in your stomach felt almost painful now, hot and heavy and impossible to ignore while your hips rocked faster against your own fingers. Sevika noticed instantly because her eyes sharpened while she watched your body start losing rhythm.

“There you go,” she murmured softly. “Getting close already, huh?”

The praise made your entire body jerk slightly against the mattress. A needy sound escaped your mouth before you could stop it while your fingers slipped through slick even faster now, wet noises filling the room steadily beneath your uneven breathing.

Sevika’s metal hand finally moved higher again after another second passed, fingertips brushing lightly through the slick coating the inside of your thigh before stopping right beside your pussy.

The touch wasn’t direct enough. Not nearly enough. But somehow that made it worse because you could feel exactly how close she was to finally touching you properly.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” Sevika said suddenly.

Your fingers faltered briefly in surprise while your eyes snapped toward her face again. Sevika stayed completely calm beside you despite the hunger obvious in her expression now, dark gaze moving slowly between your face and the mess between your thighs while she waited. “Sevika…” you breathed weakly, immediately embarrassed by the idea of saying any of it out loud.

Her eyebrow lifted slightly at your hesitation while her metal fingertips traced another slow line along your inner thigh. “C’mon,” she said roughly. “You were moaning my name into my fucking pillows before I walked in. Don’t get shy now.”

Heat flooded your face so hard it hurt. Your pussy throbbed painfully from embarrassment and arousal mixing together while your fingers kept rubbing messy desperate circles over your clit automatically.

Sevika watched you struggle for words for another second before leaning closer suddenly, close enough that her breath brushed faintly against your jaw.

“Tell me,” she repeated quietly, voice dropping lower until it almost sounded like a growl. The sound sent another sharp pulse through your stomach immediately. “Tell me what you wanted me to do to you.”

Your entire body burned beneath her stare after that. The question hung heavy between you both while your fingers slowed shakily against your clit, your brain scrambling uselessly through humiliation and want at the exact same time.

Sevika stayed close enough that you could feel the warmth rolling off her body now, her broad frame practically crowding you into the mattress while those dark eyes watched every tiny reaction crossing your face.

Her metal fingertips still rested against your inner thigh too, cold enough to keep making your muscles twitch every few seconds whenever they brushed your skin accidentally.

The combination of everything nearly made your head spin because you’d spent so long trying not to want Sevika like this that actually admitting it out loud felt terrifying.

“I…” Your voice cracked embarrassingly fast the second you tried speaking properly.

A soft curse left Sevika’s mouth at the sound while her eyes dragged slowly down toward your lips before settling back onto your face again.

Your pussy clenched hard around nothing beneath her attention, slick practically dripping against the sheets now while your fingers trembled helplessly between your thighs.

“I was thinking about your mouth,” you admitted finally, barely above a whisper by the end of the sentence. The confession immediately made Sevika go still in a way that felt dangerous.

“Yeah?” she asked quietly after another second passed. Her voice sounded deeper now, rough enough that the single word sent heat rushing violently through your stomach again.

You nodded weakly against the pillows while your hips twitched upward searching unconsciously for more friction beneath your hand. Sevika watched the movement instantly, gaze dropping between your thighs while her jaw tightened visibly.

“Tell me,” she said again, slower this time, eyes still fixed directly on your soaked pussy. “Tell me exactly what you were thinking.”

Your stomach twisted hard enough to hurt. The embarrassment should’ve stopped you completely, but Sevika’s expression had gone so intensely focused now that the words started spilling out before you could lose your nerve.

“I was thinking about you between my legs,” you whispered shakily while your fingers rubbed another messy circle over your clit. “About you making me keep my thighs open for you.”

The second sentence nearly dissolved into a moan because Sevika’s metal fingertips suddenly pressed harder into the inside of your thigh at the exact same time. “Fuck,” Sevika muttered softly beneath her breath while watching your body react to her.

Then she moved.

The mattress dipped harder beneath her weight as Sevika shifted lower between your thighs without breaking eye contact once. Your breath caught sharply in your throat while she settled herself properly against the bed, broad shoulders spreading your legs apart further automatically just from her size alone.

One large hand slid firmly beneath your thigh before pulling it higher over her shoulder, exposing your soaked pussy completely beneath the dim apartment lighting.

The sight made your face burn all over again because slick glistened visibly between your folds now, wetness coating your fingers and inner thighs completely. Sevika stared directly at it for a long second before exhaling quietly through her nose like she was restraining herself.

“This what you wanted?” she asked roughly while her thumb dragged slowly through the slick gathered along your inner thigh. The touch made your hips jerk upward instantly because you were sensitive enough now that even the smallest contact felt overwhelming.

“Wanted me down here looking at your pretty pussy?” Sevika continued lowly while her eyes flicked upward toward your face again. The filthy wording alone nearly made your thighs close around her head, but Sevika’s metal hand immediately stopped you by gripping your leg firmly in place. “Keep them open,” she murmured. “Lemme see.”

A broken whine escaped your throat immediately. Your fingers finally slipped away from your clit completely because Sevika was between your legs now, actually there, and your brain genuinely couldn’t process it fast enough.

The sudden loss of friction made your pussy throb painfully hard while your hips twitched restlessly against the mattress beneath you. Sevika noticed instantly because her mouth twitched slightly at the corners before she leaned closer.

Warm breath brushed directly against your soaked folds first, making your entire body jolt violently beneath her. “Sevika,” you gasped softly, almost panicked by how badly you suddenly needed her.

“You said you were thinking about my mouth,” Sevika reminded you quietly. Her voice vibrated low against the inside of your thigh while her eyes stayed locked on your face now instead of the mess between your legs.

“So tell me,” she continued roughly while her flesh hand spread your folds apart slowly with two fingers. “Tell me what else you wanted.” The movement exposed your clit completely to the cool air, already swollen and slick and twitching visibly beneath her touch.

Sevika cursed softly under her breath at the sight before dragging her thumb lightly over it once. Your back arched immediately off the mattress.

“Oh my god—”

The cry tore out of your throat embarrassingly loud. Your thighs shook violently around Sevika’s shoulders while your fingers twisted helplessly into the sheets beside your head.

Sevika stared directly at your face while rubbing another slow circle over your clit, expression darkening visibly when your hips bucked harder toward her touch.

“That sensitive already?” she asked lowly, almost sounding amused despite the obvious hunger thickening her voice now.

You couldn’t answer properly because pleasure was hitting too fast now, every tiny movement against your clit sending sharp pulses straight through your stomach. Sevika watched you struggle for words for another second before leaning closer suddenly.

Then her tongue dragged slowly through your folds.

The feeling hit hard enough to make your entire body seize. A strangled moan escaped your mouth while your thighs tried desperately to close around Sevika’s head again, but her metal hand kept you spread open effortlessly.

Her tongue moved slow at first, gathering slick before dragging upward toward your clit while a rough groan vibrated deep in her throat at the taste of you.

The sound nearly made your brain shut down completely because Sevika actually sounded affected, genuinely enjoying herself between your legs right now. “Fuck,” she muttered roughly against your pussy before licking into you again even deeper than before.

Your hands flew into her hair automatically. Fingers tangled tightly into the dark strands while your hips rocked helplessly against Sevika’s mouth searching for more pressure, more friction, more anything.

Sevika let you pull at her hair without complaint while her tongue continued working through your soaked folds slowly and thoroughly like she was savouring every reaction she dragged from you.

Every wet sound filled the room embarrassingly loudly now, mixing with your broken moans and Sevika’s rough breathing between your thighs.

The slick scrape of her stubble against your inner legs only made everything feel dirtier too, enough that your clit kept twitching uncontrollably every time she exhaled against it. You could physically feel yourself dripping around her tongue now, body completely giving up beneath her.

“This what you were imagining?” Sevika asked suddenly against your pussy.

The vibration of her voice against your clit made you cry out sharply. Your hips jerked upward hard enough that Sevika’s grip tightened immediately on your thighs, metal fingers digging firmly into soft skin while she held you open for her mouth.

“Y-yes,” you gasped desperately while your head pressed deeper into the pillows behind you. “Fuck, yes.”

The admission came out wrecked and needy and completely honest now because there was no point pretending anymore. Sevika groaned softly after hearing it, the sound low and rough and genuinely pleased in a way that made your stomach tighten violently again.

“Good,” she murmured before licking another slow stripe directly over your clit.

Your entire body kept trembling beneath Sevika after that. Every slow drag of her tongue through your soaked folds made your hips jerk helplessly against her mouth while your fingers tightened harder in her hair. The room felt blurry around the edges now, pleasure building so intensely beneath your skin that it almost hurt to breathe properly.

Sevika stayed settled heavily between your thighs while her metal hand kept one leg thrown securely over her shoulder, holding you open exactly the way you’d imagined earlier. The realization alone nearly made you whine because somehow the reality felt even dirtier than the fantasy ever had.

“That all?” Sevika asked roughly after another long lick against your clit. Her voice vibrated low against your pussy again, sending another sharp pulse straight through your stomach while your thighs shook harder around her head.

“That’s all you were thinking about?” she continued quietly, dark eyes flicking upward toward your face while her tongue dragged teasing little circles over your clit now instead of giving you enough pressure.

The question immediately made your stomach twist because there had been so much more in your head earlier. Filthier things. Things you’d never planned on admitting out loud to Sevika in your entire life.

Your breathing turned embarrassingly uneven again. One of your hands slipped from Sevika’s hair down toward your own throat unconsciously while you tried forcing words past the humiliation tightening in your chest.

Sevika noticed the movement instantly because her eyes followed your fingers carefully before narrowing slightly in understanding.

“Fuck,” she muttered softly against your skin. The single word sounded dangerously interested. “C’mon,” she coaxed lower afterward while her thumb rubbed another slow circle against your clit. “Tell me what else you wanted.”

You swallowed hard enough to hurt.

“I was thinking…” Your voice nearly disappeared completely for a second while Sevika stayed perfectly still waiting beneath you. “I was thinking about you choking me,” you admitted shakily while heat flooded your entire body again.

The confession immediately made Sevika groan softly against your thigh, dark eyes flashing upward toward your face again with open hunger this time.

Your pussy clenched hard enough around nothing to make your hips twitch violently against her mouth. “Yeah?” Sevika asked quietly, voice suddenly rougher than before. “You want my hand around your throat that bad?”

The filthy wording made a broken sound leave your mouth immediately. Your thighs trembled violently around her shoulders while Sevika slowly licked another stripe through your folds, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted every time she spoke. “Wanted you pinning me down,” you confessed weakly while your fingers curled tighter into the sheets beneath you.

“Wanted you choking me while you made me cum.” The second sentence barely came out steady because Sevika’s expression changed completely after hearing it. Her pupils looked blown wide now, jaw tight enough that you could see the muscle flexing beneath her skin.

Then Sevika finally moved upward again.

The sudden loss of her mouth against your pussy made you whine softly while she climbed over you instead, broad body settling heavily between your spread thighs. Her hand grabbed your jaw roughly before tilting your face upward toward hers while her other arm braced beside your head against the mattress.

You could taste yourself faintly on her mouth already from where she’d been between your legs seconds earlier, and the realization alone nearly made your brain short circuit.

“Like this?” Sevika asked lowly while her flesh hand slid slowly down from your jaw toward your throat. Your pulse jumped wildly beneath her fingers the second she touched you there.

“Fuck,” you whispered shakily.

Sevika’s hand tightened.

Not enough to hurt. Not enough to stop your breathing. Just enough pressure to make your entire body arch upward instinctively beneath her while a needy moan spilled from your mouth.

Her dark eyes stayed locked directly on your face while her thumb pressed slowly against the side of your throat, feeling the way your pulse raced beneath her hand now.

“Pretty,” she muttered softly while watching your expression fall apart beneath the pressure. The praise mixed horribly with the choking, enough that your pussy throbbed so hard it almost ached.

“I was thinking about you slapping my tits too,” you admitted suddenly before embarrassment could stop you. The words rushed out breathlessly while Sevika stared down at you with obvious fascination spreading slowly across her face now.

“Shit,” she breathed softly, almost sounding impressed by the confession. Her hand stayed around your throat while the other slid downward over your chest slowly, fingers curling against the fabric of your shirt before tugging it upward impatiently.

Cool air brushed across your skin the second your chest was exposed fully beneath her. Sevika stared for maybe half a second before her expression darkened again instantly.

Then her palm smacked sharply against one of your breasts.

The sound cracked loudly through the bedroom. A cry escaped your mouth immediately while your back arched hard off the mattress, nipples tightening painfully from the sudden sting mixed with pleasure shooting through your body. Sevika’s hand rubbed over the reddening skin afterward almost absentmindedly while she watched your reaction closely.

“That what you wanted?” she asked lowly while her thumb brushed slowly across your nipple afterward. The roughness in her voice nearly made your head spin completely.

“Yes,” you gasped immediately. “Fuck, yes.”

Sevika laughed softly under her breath after hearing how desperate you sounded. Her hand squeezed your throat once more before finally loosening enough for you to breathe properly again while she leaned closer over you.

“Anything else?” she asked quietly against your lips. The question should’ve embarrassed you more than it did, but your body already felt too overheated and desperate to stop now.

Your hands slid upward against Sevika’s shoulders slowly while your thighs wrapped instinctively around her waist. “I was thinking about you spitting in my mouth,” you whispered weakly.

Sevika froze for half a second.

Then she groaned.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” she muttered darkly while staring down at you like she wanted to ruin you completely now. Heat flooded straight between your legs again while your pussy clenched hard around nothing beneath her weight.

Sevika’s hand slid from your throat into your hair instead, gripping tightly near the roots before tugging your head backward slightly. “Open,” she ordered lowly.

Your lips parted immediately.

Sevika stared down into your mouth for one long second before spitting directly onto your tongue.

The act felt so filthy and intimate that a moan escaped your throat instantly. Your hips bucked upward hard against Sevika’s waist while your eyes squeezed shut briefly from how intensely arousal crashed through your body afterward. Sevika watched the reaction carefully before grabbing your jaw again roughly. “Swallow it,” she murmured.

You obeyed instantly.

“Good girl,” Sevika praised softly afterward, and your pussy practically throbbed at the words.

Then your brain caught back up with another fantasy you’d been obsessing over earlier.

“I was imagining grinding against you too,” you admitted breathlessly while your hands slid lower down Sevika’s body. “Pussy against pussy.” The confession immediately made Sevika’s expression darken further.

Her eyes dragged slowly downward between your bodies before lifting back toward your face again while something hungry flickered visibly behind them now. “Yeah?” she asked lowly.

You nodded desperately beneath her.

“Wanted to feel you grind against me until we both came,” you whispered.

Sevika cursed softly under her breath again.

Then one of her thick thighs suddenly shoved firmly between your legs.

Your entire body jolted at the pressure immediately while Sevika grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise. “Then grind,” she ordered roughly while forcing your hips downward against her thigh.

The friction hit your clit instantly, slick dragging hot against denim while a loud moan ripped from your throat before you could stop it.

Sevika watched your face carefully while guiding your hips harder against her, expression growing darker every second you lost yourself further beneath her.

“That it?” she murmured roughly against your mouth while your pussy dragged desperately against her thigh again and again. “This what you wanted so bad?”

“Please.”

The word fell out of your mouth before you could even think about it properly. Your hips kept grinding desperately against Sevika’s thigh while she held you down against her with both hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises later.

Every drag of rough denim against your swollen clit sent sharp pulses through your stomach now, enough that your thighs shook uncontrollably around Sevika’s body. The friction felt good, too good, but it still wasn’t enough anymore. You wanted skin. Wanted heat. Wanted her.

“Please what?” Sevika asked lowly against your mouth.

The roughness in her voice nearly made your brain melt completely. Her eyes stayed fixed on your face while she continued forcing your hips against her thigh in slow hard movements, clearly enjoying how wrecked you already looked beneath her.

Your chest heaved beneath your pushed-up shirt while slick smeared messily against the inside of your thighs and Sevika’s jeans now from how wet you’d gotten.

The embarrassment should’ve mattered more than it did, but you couldn’t think about anything except the ache between your legs and the unbearable need building tighter every second.

“Need your clothes off,” you gasped desperately while your fingers clutched at the fabric of Sevika’s shirt. “Need to feel you properly.”

Sevika’s jaw tightened visibly at that.

“Yeah?” she murmured softly, though her voice had gone dangerously rough now. One of her hands slid lower against your hip before gripping hard enough to still your desperate movements briefly against her thigh. The sudden loss of friction made a pathetic whine leave your mouth immediately while your hips tried instinctively to move again.

Sevika watched the reaction closely, dark eyes practically burning into your face while a slow smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Look at you,” she muttered quietly. “So desperate already.”

“Sevika, please,” you begged again, softer this time.

The sound did something to her.

You saw it instantly in the way her expression shifted, restraint cracking visibly beneath the hunger spreading across her face now. Sevika cursed softly under her breath before sitting back slightly on the bed, large hands dragging roughly down your thighs while she stared at the mess between them. Your pussy looked absolutely ruined already, swollen and slick and twitching every time cool air hit your clit wrong.

Thick wetness coated the inside of your legs and smeared against Sevika’s sheets beneath you from how long she’d been teasing and touching you. Sevika stared for maybe a second too long before dragging her eyes back upward toward your face again.

“You gonna behave if I do?” she asked lowly.

You nodded immediately.

Too quickly.

The eagerness made Sevika laugh softly beneath her breath while she finally reached down toward her own clothes. Your stomach tightened violently watching her movements, pulse pounding so hard you could feel it everywhere while Sevika slowly unbuckled her belt with one hand.

Metal clinked softly through the room before she shoved her jeans down her thighs enough to reveal dark underwear stretched tightly against broad muscular legs.

The sight alone nearly made your mouth water because Sevika looked unfairly good even half dressed, all heavy muscle and rough hands and sharp hungry eyes watching your reactions carefully.

“Fuck,” you whispered weakly.

Sevika’s smirk deepened slightly after hearing it.

Then she shoved her underwear down too.

Your breath caught so hard it almost hurt.

Sevika spread her thighs slightly while sitting back against the bed, giving you your first proper look at her pussy beneath the dim apartment lighting.

Dark curls sat between strong muscular thighs already slick with arousal, wetness glistening visibly between swollen folds while her clit peeked out slightly from how worked up she’d clearly gotten watching you unravel for her.

She looked gorgeous. Rough and messy and real in a way that made your entire body heat instantly all over again. Your eyes dragged helplessly over the slick gathered between her thighs before flicking back upward toward her face in complete disbelief.

Sevika noticed instantly.

“What?” she asked roughly, though there was something slightly smug beneath the question now.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” you admitted breathlessly.

The confession seemed to catch her off guard for maybe half a second because Sevika’s expression flickered strangely before darkening again almost immediately afterward.

“Yeah?” she muttered quietly while one hand slid slowly between her own thighs. Your stomach twisted violently watching thick fingers drag through the slick coating her folds before circling lazily around her clit once.

A rough exhale left Sevika’s mouth at the contact while her eyes never left yours. “You did this,” she added lowly afterward. “Got me this wet all from touching yourself in my fucking bed.”

The filthy reminder made your pussy clench hard enough to ache.

You couldn’t stop staring at her.

At the wetness glistening between her thighs. At the way her muscles flexed slightly every time her fingers brushed her clit. At the dark hair trailing across her lower stomach and the slick coating her fingers now from touching herself in front of you.

Sevika looked completely different like this, less guarded somehow despite how intense she still seemed. Raw. Hungry. Aroused enough that you could physically see it between her legs now. The realization alone nearly made you moan.

“Come here,” Sevika ordered suddenly.

You moved immediately.

Your body practically crawled toward her across the mattress without hesitation while Sevika leaned back slightly against the headboard, thighs spreading wider to make room for you between them.

Her eyes stayed locked on you the entire time, heavy and dark and impossible to look away from while your breathing grew shakier with every inch closer.

The heat rolling off her body felt overwhelming now that you were close enough to actually touch her properly. You could smell sex and sweat and Sevika herself mixing thickly in the air around you both. Your pussy practically throbbed from how badly you wanted her.

“Sit,” Sevika murmured lowly while patting one thick thigh.

You climbed into her lap immediately.

The second your soaked pussy brushed against Sevika’s slick folds, both of you gasped sharply at the same time. Heat flooded through your body instantly because finally feeling her properly after imagining it for so long nearly overwhelmed your brain completely. Sevika’s pussy felt hot and slick beneath you, wet folds dragging against yours every time your hips shifted even slightly.

Your clit brushed hers accidentally once and your entire body jerked violently from the sudden sharp pleasure. “Fuck,” Sevika groaned softly beneath you while her hands grabbed your hips hard enough to steady you.

“That’s it,” she muttered roughly. “Grind against me.”

You obeyed immediately.

Your hips rolled downward slowly at first, slick pussies dragging wetly against each other while both of you moaned at the sensation together. The friction felt completely different from her thigh earlier, softer and hotter and so much filthier now that you could actually feel Sevika’s wetness smearing against your own.

Every movement made slick spread messily between your thighs while your clits kept catching together in little bursts of overwhelming pleasure. Sevika’s head tipped back briefly against the headboard with a rough groan while her fingers dug harder into your hips. “Fuck, there you go,” she breathed shakily. “Pretty girl.”

Your hips kept moving desperately against Sevika’s without any rhythm left anymore. Every wet grind of your pussy against hers sent sharp bursts of pleasure through your stomach while slick spread hotter and messier between your thighs with each movement.

Sevika stayed leaned back against the headboard beneath you, broad hands gripping your hips tightly while she guided your body against hers exactly the way she wanted.

The room had filled completely with filthy wet sounds now, the drag of your soaked folds against hers mixing with broken moans and uneven breathing until it almost felt impossible to think straight anymore.

You were completely gone for her already, reduced to nothing but desperate grinding and soft needy noises every time your clit caught against hers just right.

“Fuck, look at you,” Sevika groaned roughly while staring up at your face. Her dark eyes dragged slowly over your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your chest heaving hard above her while your body shook in her lap.

You could physically feel how wet she’d gotten beneath you now, slick coating both your thighs while your pussies rubbed together in messy desperate movements that kept making both of you gasp.

Sevika’s fingers tightened harder against your hips when your grinding grew sloppier, clearly noticing how close you were getting already. “Can barely keep yourself together,” she muttered lowly, voice thick with arousal now.

A pathetic whine escaped your throat immediately.

The sound seemed to snap something inside Sevika because suddenly one large hand left your hip and grabbed your breast roughly instead. Her fingers squeezed hard enough to make your back arch upward while another moan spilled from your mouth.

Then Sevika’s palm smacked sharply across your tit again. The sting shot straight through your body instantly, pleasure and pain tangling together hard enough to make your pussy clench violently against hers.

“Oh fuck—” you cried out loudly while your hips jerked harder against Sevika’s lap. The movement dragged your clit directly over hers again and both of you moaned at the exact same time.

“That’s it,” Sevika groaned deeply beneath you. Her hand rubbed roughly over the reddening skin of your breast after the slap while her other hand kept forcing your hips downward against her. “Pretty fuckin’ thing,” she muttered while watching your tits bounce every time your body jolted above her.

The rough praise mixed horribly with the sharp sting lingering across your chest, enough that your thighs shook uncontrollably around Sevika’s waist now.

Every movement between your legs felt wetter and sloppier than before too, slick practically dripping down both your thighs while your clits kept grinding together over and over again. You genuinely couldn’t stop moaning anymore.

“Sevika…” Her name came out wrecked and breathless while your fingers clutched desperately at her shoulders. Your entire body felt overheated now, pleasure tightening so intensely low in your stomach that every little movement threatened to push you over the edge completely.

Sevika stared directly at your face while you unraveled above her, expression dark and hungry and completely focused on every reaction she dragged from your body. Another sharp slap landed against your other breast suddenly and your mouth fell open with a loud cry.

The pain made your pussy pulse hard against hers, slick smearing messily between your folds while your hips ground down harder instinctively afterward.

“That’s my girl,” Sevika groaned roughly.

The praise nearly made you cum on the spot.

Your forehead dropped against Sevika’s shoulder while your body shook harder above her, grinding desperately against her soaked pussy now without any control left at all. Sevika’s hands moved greedily over your body beneath her, one gripping your waist while the other squeezed your breast hard enough to leave marks behind.

Every time your clits brushed together, sharp pleasure shot violently through your stomach until your legs could barely hold you upright anymore.

Sevika wasn’t doing much better either. Her breathing had gone rough and uneven beneath you now, low groans slipping from her mouth every few seconds whenever your hips dragged properly against her.

“Fuck, keep going,” Sevika breathed shakily against your neck. One of her hands slid downward suddenly between your bodies, fingers spreading your slick folds slightly before rubbing directly against your clit while you ground against her at the same time.

The double stimulation nearly made you scream because your clit already felt painfully sensitive from everything she’d done to you tonight.

Your hips bucked wildly against her hand while your thighs trembled so hard Sevika had to grip you tighter to keep you steady above her. “That’s it,” she groaned lower while staring up at your completely wrecked expression. “Use daddy’s pussy just like that.”

The title hit you like a physical blow.

Your entire body seized instantly above her while a broken moan tore from your throat loud enough to echo slightly through the room. Sevika noticed immediately because a dark smirk spread slowly across her face while her fingers rubbed harder against your clit.

“Yeah?” she asked roughly. “You like that?” Your brain felt completely gone now, nothing left except heat and pleasure and Sevika beneath you calling herself daddy while your pussy dragged wetly against hers.

The pressure building low in your stomach suddenly tightened violently all at once. “Daddy—” you cried out desperately before you could stop yourself.

“Fuck,” Sevika groaned deeply beneath you.

Her hands grabbed your hips harder immediately, forcing you to grind faster against her while her own hips started bucking upward now searching desperately for friction too.

Wet sounds filled the room obscenely loud while both of you moved together messily, slick spreading absolutely everywhere between your thighs and lower stomachs now. Sevika’s head tipped backward against the headboard with another rough curse while her fingers kept rubbing your clit relentlessly.

“You gonna cum for daddy?” she asked lowly while staring directly into your face again. The words nearly shattered whatever control you had left instantly.

“Yes,” you sobbed breathlessly. “Please— fuck, daddy, please—”

“That’s it,” Sevika groaned roughly. “Cum all over daddy’s pussy.”

The command pushed you completely over the edge.

Your orgasm hit hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs instantly. A loud cry tore from your throat while your entire body arched violently above Sevika, thighs shaking uncontrollably around her waist while pleasure crashed through you in brutal overwhelming waves.

Your clit pulsed hard against Sevika’s while slick spread hotter between your grinding bodies, hips still jerking desperately against hers even after the orgasm started hitting.

Sevika held you tightly through all of it, groaning deeply beneath you while watching your face completely fall apart above her. “Fuck, good girl,” she breathed shakily while your body trembled against hers.

The feeling of you cumming against her finally dragged Sevika over too.

Her grip on your hips tightened almost painfully while a rough groan ripped from her chest low and deep enough to make your stomach twist again. Sevika’s head fell backward against the headboard while her own hips bucked upward hard beneath you, soaked pussy grinding desperately against yours while her orgasm hit.

You could physically feel her clenching against you now, slick smearing messily between your folds while both of you shook together in the middle of the ruined sheets.

“Fuck— fuck,” Sevika cursed breathlessly while her fingers dug into your skin hard enough to bruise. The sight of Sevika losing composure beneath you almost made your body try to cum again from sheer overstimulation alone.

Your movements eventually slowed into weak trembling little rolls of your hips against hers. Both of you stayed tangled together breathing hard while sweat clung to your skin and slick coated your thighs completely now.

Sevika’s hands slid more gently over your waist afterward, thumbs rubbing slow soothing circles against overheated skin while she stared up at you with dark exhausted eyes.

Your forehead stayed pressed against her shoulder while your body twitched every few seconds from aftershocks still rippling through you. Then Sevika laughed softly beneath her breath, rough voice still wrecked from orgasm.

Sevika did not account for falling hopelessly in love with you. In fact, she didn’t account for meeting you in general. In the time she’d been called to Moonbuck Coffee, she had not officially met you. She only heard your names through the employees who would run amok trying to take care of the customers. 

 It’s not until an issue with the HVAC vent that has her hauling ass to the shop that she has the opportunity to see you. The summer heat is blaring in the back of her head, and she’s entering the shop, the smell of coffee bean and syrup circling her nose. Sevika looks around for a second, and then she sees you. 

And you hold up your hand, waiting for her to circle the counter. You’re about a foot shorter than she is, doe eyes staring up at her. She notices everything. The way you stare at her face, and how your throat bobs as she towers you. 

Her eyes flash down to your tag. ‘Y/N’. And she says your name inside her head, thinking about it, even when she’s eyeing the inside of the vent, and you’re so eagerly passing her the equipment from the bag. She can see sweat beads along your forehead, and as you pass the equipment, her calloused hands brush yours. 

Heat rushes through her body, curling along her spine. What feels like bliss fizzes across her mind, and when she’s done, her eyes follow you. When the latter is back behind the shop, you’re quick to give her a cup. An iced coffee–something she never indulges in because sweets have never been her thing. 

But you look at her, with a smile, so soft and innocent, pupils slightly dilated, as her hands extend to yours. “On me,” you say, and she can spot the shakiness in your voice, “consider it a thank you for saving us from the heat.” 

Sevika stares at the drink before she takes it, purposely wrapping her hands just a centimeter above yours, a safe distance for her pinky to glide down and touch your skin. “Will I always get this kind of treatment when something breaks?” She murmurs, something akin to sarcasm and amusement behind her voice. 

You nod. Fast and eager, and Sevika imagines that it’s just for her, “Yes.”

Somewhere along the lines of her working through nine more vents, and some complaints about her gruff demeanor, she thinks about you. She thinks about your eager little nod and the way you looked up at her while fixing the vents. You curl along her frontal lobe, the smell of coffee beans and sweat infecting her brain until all she can smell is you. 

Sevika goes back to the coffee shop around closing time. A need for something. Perhaps a look at you, perhaps the smell of coffee. It doesn’t matter, but she needs something. When she arrives, you’re wiping down the espresso machine, all alone. 

“A little dangerous to be by yourself at this time.” Sevika steps into the counter, eyes staring you down. 

The sky had dimmed, and one could barely see anything from the windows, save for the little light post that continuously flickers. But you laugh at her, “‘m not alone… well, right now, anyways. The other workers are in the back, and it’s a slow night. How was that iced coffee?”

“Sweet. Too sweet, but…I liked it. Vanilla cold brew.”

You nod, “Are you still working?”

“Just a little longer, and then I’m finished.” Truthfully, she was done. There wasn’t any work left to do. She simply wanted to see you. You ring her up, and she watches you, while you’re working, eyes brushing along your neck, the curve of your spine, and the twitch in your finger. 

When you finish, you slide the drink to her, and she racks her brain about the times she’s seen you. A month working around Moonbuck, and she never once laid eyes on you. “Did you barely start working here?”

Your smile slowly fades away. “It is that bad?”

Sevika laughs, letting her shoulder shake. “No. No. It’s good. I mean, because I’ve come to do maintenance and I’ve never seen you.”

“Oh,” your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape before you shake your head, “No, I just get these odd hours, since I have another job. But I live around the area, so I’m a little focused on this one. Perhaps you’ll see me a lot more.”

Interesting. Her head tilts, “You live by?”

“Yeah, so I don’t need to drive. Just a quick twenty-minute walk. Not too bad, some days, I drag myself home, because standing up all the time, really works your muscles.”

“Still a little dangerous, don’t you think? Walking alone at night.” Sevika says it, and along her brain, she imagines protecting you. Making sure that you get home safely, perhaps walking you all the way inside. 

You give her a shrug, “Sometimes, but I can’t always have someone watching over me, to make sure I get home,” and you laugh, as if the thought is too ridiculous. But Sevika thinks otherwise.

Sevika smiles along, but she never comments. When she finally sits down, halfway into the cold brew, you begin to talk. You drone on about random crap, but she never really interjects; she simply pays attention, glancing at Vi, then turning her attention to you. Sometimes she’d say, “I understand”, and then “What do you mean?” and you’d elaborate. 

By the end, it almost feels as though you’ve given her every ounce of information about your life. Sevika memorises it all. Where you work, how much you hate some of your coworkers in the other job, and how tired you get sometimes. 

Sevika thinks about all the ways she can make it better, how good she’d treat you if you let her. How she’d make sure you stay happy and belly full with whatever you need. The amount of flowers she’d give you, if you just gave her a chance.

When Sevika leaves, she glides into her car, lighting a cigarette from across the street. You can’t really blame her, though; she has a soft heart, despite her appearance, and the thought of someone harming you makes her sick. So she stays there, watching while you clean and finish everything, then takes your bag and closes Moonbuck. 

You never really notice the older woman walking behind you. It’s difficult to actually gauge a presence behind you when you’re listening to music. But it doesn’t matter because Sevika makes sure that you’re alright, and even walks you to your house, stopping just at a small bush to make sure that you make it inside your apartment.

Sevika comes back the next morning, exactly around nine thirty, with the same order. A vanilla cold brew. Then the next day, and the day after that. You’re the one who rings her up, always. It becomes a routine, and on the days that you don’t work in the morning, she’s there at night, with an order of vanilla cold brew and maybe a burrito if she’s feeling different. 

And every other night shift that you cover, she’s also there, parking her car away from the shop, giving her enough leverage to watch you through the windows. It’s her routine after work, making sure that her pretty barista makes it home. 

On Monday, you head to your second job around nine pm, rushing out of the apartment, trying to put your hair in a ponytail, or just away from your face. There’s a cold water bottle in your hand, and a bag in the other, juggling them as you enter your beat up honda. Sevika isn’t working; it’s her off day. 

When you finally pull away from the driveway, you park the car, a street away, black cap on her head, rushing to the apartment complex. She already guessed which one is yours, and she stops in front of the black door, looking side to side, before she squats down, picking the lock.

When the door pops open, she smells lilac along with another flowery scent, and her eyes rake over everything, until her gloved hands are pushing open your room door. Sevika noses your bed sheets, pulling the cover back to smell you, inhaling a floral and sweet scent, close to fabric softener. “Mhm, my pretty girl.” Sevika groans. 

She wishes she could stop there, but her hands find their way into your drawers, fingertips trailing your ribbed bras, lacy and plain designs all along. Then your panties, and she holds onto her strength as she pulls them to her face, cock twitching, thinking of you wearing them for her.

And she’s quick to snatch a pair from your dirty hamper, stuffing them inside her jeans. Two pairs, one dirty and one clean, so she can smell your cunt on her break. The next day, she’s quick to stuff one in her jeans. 

She doesn’t pull them out until it’s afternoon, and calls become slower. With five minutes on the clock before her lunch break, she stuffs herself in one of the bathroom stalls. She’s quick to hold her shirt in her mouth, muffling a hiss as she pulls her cock out. It slaps her lean stomach, tip gleaming with precum, while thick veins jut out from along the shaft. 

Her hands grip onto herself as she reaches for your panties, shoving them on her face. Her tongue darts along the material as she fucks into her first, reaching to the head and spreading precum. Pleasure darts across her back, curling in her spine, and she can almost envision you in front of her. 

Please, Sevika, fuck my mouth. Sevika’s cock twitches imaging you begging for a taste, pink tongue out, pupils dilated as her cock slaps your tongue. A soft groan escapes her lips, “fuckkk, that’s it.”

And in her head, fuzzy with lust and need, as your tongue darts along the head, doe-eyes watering as you try not to choke on her, trying your best to please her. And she shouldn’t think about this, because you’re so young, and she’s nearly twenty years older than you.

Goosebumps spread across her skin, and her balls tighten as you pull away from her cock, opening your mouth to show her, spit circling your mouth. ‘Please, Vika, I’ll be so good for you, need you to take care of me.’

The thought of you saying that to her, all needy and whiny, nearly splits her brain in two, and her hand tightens around the head of her cock, hips twitching as cum shoots from the red slit. “fucckk.” 

Her loud gasp rings around, echoing until she’s leaning laxly on the wall of the bathroom. Her muscles twitch, orgasm spiralling through her system until she’s finally stopped seeing double. Guilt rushes through her system, and she pushes your panties inside her jeans.

She tries not to think about the fact that she came from just imagining you on your knees. Or the fact that in the good thirteen years she’s worked at Zaun, she’s never done that. It feels disgusting, yet so fucking good. 

She still stops by the Moonbuck during the night. And you still smile at her, sweet and so so fucking pretty, unaware that your babydoll panties, the ones with flowers embroidered on them, are inside Sevika’s jeans, nearly stained with her cum. 

“How was work today?” You ask her, wiping down the sticky counter, while the espresso machine softly hums behind you. “We had this guy come in, super pissed his mobile order was wrong, and he nearly threw the drink at us.”

She clicks her tongue, “People like that don’t deserve proper customer service. Sorry, you had such a bad day.”

“It’s okay…it wasn’t your fault, and you’re right.” You respond, “But tell me about your day.”

And Sevika recounts it. The boring details, how dirty she gets, and everything, but never how she came apart in the bathroom thinking about sinking into your sweet pussy, and the taste of you in her mouth. And you laugh along, loud and unabashed, shoulders shaking, while pieces of your hair stick out, and your uniform is a bit fucked up from moving around. 

For a second, she wished she could kneel and convince you to open your legs and let her fuck her tongue into you. Suck out all the exhaustion from your bones until you’re crying, and boneless against her. That is, until you’re starting to mop the floor, signalling her that she needs to leave and go back to making sure you get home safely. 

The next day, the same thing with HVAC happens again. It’s barely one in the afternoon, just hours after you served Sevika her regular Vanilla cold brew. Before she gets there, you’re in the backroom, inhaling the earthy scent of ground beans while the soft hiss of the espresso machine grinds in your ear.

 You can hear the jittery murmur of the crowd outside, and before you can stack another coffee bag, the loud scheet, akin to metal-on-metal grinding, echoes through the ceiling vents. You pause for a second, beads of sweat curl in the back of your neck. 

An electrical hum rings around, and you go back to packing more coffee. You don’t exactly realise something is wrong until you’re outside the backroom after a good ten minutes, firmly tapping the coffee ground onto a metal portafiler, and sweat builds in every crevice of your body. 

Ekko is the one who turns to you, with a sweat on his forehead, “Is it just me, or is it hotter than usual?”

You shrug until Jinx comes out. “I think the AC is out…or something, but the air is fucking gone,” she whispers, wiping her pink cheek. “Someone fix it, before I quit.” 

Heat curls along your belly. Sevika. With a flick of a switch, you lock the portafiler into the espresso machine, “Ekko, get this for me, I’ll call Sevika.”

Jinx smiles, “First name basis, huh?”

“Fuck off.” You whisper to her, heading towards the back again, and the wave of hot air makes you shudder. The mix of coffee beans has begun to make you sick, and it’s been only a year.

In the back, the phone rings, and a husky voice picks up. “Zaun’s Heating Service, what do you need?”

“Hi…it’s Moonbuck. I think our A/C is out, or something with the air is ou–”

“Y/N?”

You pause, finally recognising the husky voice, “Sev?”

“I’ll be right there, doll.”

Doll. Doll. 

You smile, cheek to cheek, until you can feel the guidiness in your scalp, toes, and fingertips. When Sevika arrives, you’ve taken off your headcap, and your hair is up. You can feel the sweat building in your temples, and the smell of toasted hazelnut, along with burnt sugar curls in your nose. There aren’t that many customers, though, not compared to the morning; oddly enough, the afternoon is quiet. 

She arrives wearing dark jeans, brown steel boots, and a dark blue shirt with the name ‘Zaun’s Heating Service’ in white. A small orange towel hangs from one of her front pockets, and she carries a thick black and yellow bag in her hand. A thick feeling of deja vu crosses your spine. 

It almost feels like the first time you met. Perhaps it’s the heat, or the way your fingers have touched every inch of your body, thinking about the much older sevika, that comes into work, keeping you company. Like your own shining knight.

You can’t help but stare at her. The way her muscles bulge out of the dark blue shirt, and how her thick dark eyebrows are knitted together, as she quickly passes to the back of the counter. “This feels a little familiar, don’t you think?”

She smiles, and god,  she takes up so much space, that when she stops in front of you, the immediate feeling to take a step back curls in you. Despite the smell of the shop taking over your nose, the scent of Sevika makes your stomach bubble. Sweat, oil, and wood. It hits you all that once, just like when you first met her. “A little.”

She follows you into the back room, and the ladder is already under the vent. Sevika drops her bag on the floor, and you’re already flushing from the heart, but your ears heat up as she leans into your space. Her leg is propped on one of the steps, “Are you messing with the vent just to see me, Doll?”

You blink at her, too focused on the fact that she could pick you up. How easily she could fuck you against the backroom wall, hidden in the corner where Caitlyn and Vi always sneak to. You bashfully look away, “You’ve figured out my plan.” 

“You can always call me, doll. You know my number.” Sevika drawls out, climbing up to the vent. Your ears heat up, and you only hum, trying to keep your face from showing too much joy.

She takes a look at the vent and then down towards you. Dark grey eyes stare back, taking a second before blinking and looking back up. She pops the ceiling tile out, while you’re staring at her broad shoulders, seeing tiny specs of dust drift down into the air. 

When Sevika begins to work, she’ll look down, mention some kind of equipment, then give you a dumbed-down description of it. “Pass the five-sixteenth bit out of the side pocket.” And she’s about to give you a description of it until you’re shuffling through the bag, reaching for the hex-head screw. 

You pass it to her, reaching up, and she gives you a wide smile. Wide enough to show all teeth, “Atta girl. Learning fast, ain’t ya?”

Jolts of heat rush through your body, feeling her warm, rough hand against yours. You bite back a whimper, the praise rushing through your body like wildfire, and it sounds exactly like you’ve imagined her saying it to you. 

You keep reaching down, touching her rough fingers, until a heavy clank screeches, and the hum of the HVAC kicks in, blasting cool, stale air. Sevika climbs down, wiping sweat from her brow, while dark stains cover her collar and armpit area. You stand there like an idiot, until she takes a step towards you, hands steady on the latter. 

Your mouth is slightly parted, doe-eyes still staring up. “Need help?” You whisper. 

“You don’t think I can carry it?” She laughs, grabs the ladder, and walks towards the back. You can’t tell what compelled you to act irrationally. Maybe it’s the heat getting to your head, but you follow her, taking small steps, until she’s turning, and you’re pushing her to the little corner away from the camera. 

You tiptoe until you’re pressing your lips to hers, and her back is hitting the storage shelves, rattling the myriad of coffee bean bags. A small sigh escapes your lips, and you’re clutching onto her strong shoulders. You freeze, pulling back when Sevika doesn’t move. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t look mad or disgusted. 

“I…I’m so s–”

And she’s quickly turning your back to the shelf, pushing her tongue inside your mouth, as you gasp. She licks, tongue darting to your teeth, until she’s tasting the residue of caramel on your premolars, sliding to your tongue. 

Her knee pushes between your legs, and your hips thrust down, whining into her mouth. You push back, trying to take a deep breath while she nuzzles her neck into yours, leaving sweat on the side, inhaling your scent. “Sev…” You breathe out. “More, please.”

She pulls back eyebrows knitted, “I can’t doll, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have.”

“Why?” 

Her eyes dart down to your wet lips, “You’re so young.”

A sixteen-year difference that makes your body heat up. “Who cares about that? Just a couple of years,” You retort, trying to push her closer to you, “Please, I wa–need, I need it.” And you’ve never been above begging, even crying as you blink back tears. 

Sevika’s calloused hands cup your face, thump, wiping the little tear on your cheek. “Tell you what. I’ll take you on a date, and we’ll see.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “Really?”

And she nods, leaning down to brush her lips against hers. Every ounce of warmth from her mouth shoots down to your cunt, until you’re sure your panties are soaked. A small voice calls out from the front, and Sevika steps back. She gives you a calculated smile before turning and grabbing her bag.

You watch Sevika leave. Eyes trained on her while Jinx makes you, fill a cup with liquid syrup, lining the inside with caramel sauce. You can’t stop thinking about the kiss when she’s gone, and the company car is no longer there. You don’t see her again, but you wait for her. 

The night finally falls, and while you’re supposed to be closing with Ekko, he comes from the back, slinging his baf over his head. “So you’re just going to leave me here alone to close?” you ask, staring at Ekko. 

“Sorry, but I'm supposed to be picking up Jinx from night school. I promised her, I’m… I’m really sorry, man.” He says, and there’s a guilty expression on his face that almost makes you crack up. 

You roll your eyes at him, “I know. She told me this afternoon. I’m fucking with you.”

“You’re a G. Text us when you head home,” And you watch him leave into the night, while you mop the floor and clean the tables. 

It’s while you’re cleaning everything that a sudden feeling of being watched hits your head. The hair on your neck stands up, and you stare outside, seeing nothing but darkness and the outline of the buildings. Paranoia seeps through you, and you practically jump when Sevika opens the door, walking inside. 

Your throat clamps up, and you’re biting the inside of your cheek, fingers tightening around the mop. “Hi…you’re finished with work?” You quickly look at the machines, “Machines are off, ‘m sorry.”

She nods at your word, enjoying how nervous you get around her. “Ahh. No coffee tonight then.” She replies coolly, sitting down, spreading her legs, “How about water?”

You’re quick to drop the mop and grab a bottled water from the small fridge. The only thing you haven’t plugged off. You’re still thinking about the date and most of her words.

“Can…you walk me home today?” You bite the inside of your cheek, shuffling from foot to foot. You don’t want her to think that you can’t protect yourself, but tonight is different. “It’s just really dark…but I under–”

“Yeah,” she breathes out, pinching herself for sounding too excited. You don’t notice and beam at her, mouth hurting from how much you’re grinning at her. 

“Thank you…I just have to finish cleaning, and that’s all.”

You only take a few minutes, and soon, you’re walking out of the quiet shop, while Sevika is on your side. She isn’t wearing her uniform. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, some strands falling to her face, just above her thick eyebrows. She’s in dark blue jeans, steel-toe brown boots, a white tank top stuck to her skin, and a thick jacket that makes her shoulders look even bigger. 

The silence isn’t awkward, but it makes your body heat up, a certain desperation curling behind your spine with a need to hear her voice. “I don’t mind our age difference…”

Your throat bobs, and she smiles, though barely illuminated by the light around you both. “I’m nearly at the age of back pains and muscle aches.”

Her words chime in your head, and you imagine Sevika coming from work, taking off her shirt, flexing her muscles while you roll your fingers into the tension of her muscles. Slowly working them out, while she groans, each deep sound shooting straight to your cunt. 

You laugh, loose and easy, focused on how close you’re walking next to her, “I say you have a couple more years to go before that happens…but if it does happen, I’m sure someone close can soothe them out.”

Sevika hums in acknowledgement, lidded eyes looking down at you, “Certainly.”

You overthink every conversation you’ve had with her, replying to her words, until you’re in front of your building. You stop, and she halts next to you. “This is me…would you like to come inside? I have to thank you for walking me home.”

“Think nothing of it, as long as you're safe.” She says with a shrug, and you catch the movement of her shoes, quickly latching your hand on her shoulder. She pauses, nearly freezing, feeling the coldness of your hand on her skin. 

“Please,” You coax softly, knitting your eyebrows, “I insist.”

And Sevika holds her tongue, simply nodding. “Okay.”

You don’t have much in your apartment. It’s dodgy and small, but your own. Your keys twist, and you push the door, prying it open. Your automatic spray covers the initial scent of mildew, and your rushing inside to hide your t-shirt on the couch, and leftover bowls on the coffee table. 

“Very small,” Sevika grumbles. 

“Yeah, but it’s this or the streets.” You respond with a small laugh, putting down your bag on the couch. “I cooked this apple pie…really good, if you’d like some. I’ll preheat it, and take a quick shower.”

She nods, and you work around the kitchen putting the glass pan sheet inside the oven. You grab a water bottle, pop it open and hand it to her, staring at her hand until it lands on the bottle, on top of yours. Your shower is quick, lathering every inch with a flowery scented soap, until you feel clean enough.

You’ve never really tried to be sexy for someone, besides a couple of people you tried to talk to. A shitty ex and bad sex revolted you from the dating scene until Sevika. You put on a pair of black boxers that fit tight and short enough it’s snug against your ass. A sheer black lacy bra, and a complementary sheer black long rope with beige lace detailing on the sleeves and hem. 

You push your nerves out, walking out to the living room, and catching Sevika in the kitchen, cutting a piece of the pie. “It’s really go–” she stops, eyes taking in your clothing, “Good. It’s really good.”

“Really? I’ve been trying new recipes as of lately, you have to try my garlic butter shrimp scampi. It’s very good,” And you tell her all that, until you’re in the kitchen, mere inches away from her, fingers itching to touch her jacket. 

Sevika hums, and you reach for the fridge, grabbing the can of whipped cream, and inching toward her, shaking the can, as she looks at you, eyes darting from your eyes to your tits. “Whip cream?”

She visibly gulps, and you’re nearly on your knees, if not for her taking the can from your hand. “My doll is very hospitable.”

My doll. My doll. My doll.’

Mydoll.

Your pussy clenches around nothing. “You’re mean.” You whisper to her as the hiss of the can curls in your ear. She smiles, cheeks bubbling, and she shakes her head at your words. 

“Am I? I should be telling you that,” And she stops, leaning her side on the counter, eyes staring you down. Her hand come to your robe, thumbing the lace, tracing it until it crosses to your skin, and you’re taking a deep breath, as her skin touches yours. “Dressed all pretty…”

You want her to take advantage of you–not that, that would be the correct word, given how willing you are. But you need her to touch you even through her guilt. Your hand wraps around her wrist, pulling them to your breast, until she’s got a hand grabbing it. And she squeezes, just soft enough, that a shudder crosses your spine. 

Your ragged breath matches hers, and your eyes flutter open and closed, catching a look at a tent on her jeans. “I want this...you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.”

“As if you cared if I did.” She snarls, hand disappearing to the back of your neck, as she leans down. You take a breath, feeling her tongue push into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, as she pushes you into the counter. 

She licks along your teeth, moving to suck on your bottom lip, nipping at it, until you’re giving her a soft whine. Your hardened peaks rub against the soft material of your bra, and your hand curls along her jeans, touching her belt. 

Your hips push into hers, the material of her belt cold against your warm skin. Each glide of her tongue against yours, as you whine, soft sighs falling until she groans, and you nearly feel her chest vibrate.

 Sevika’s hand glides to your chin, cupping it as she pulls away, a line of spit connecting your lips. “Want to make that pretty mouth useful for me, doll?” She purrs, and you nod, letting her steer your body to the living room. 

Coldness launches across your skin when you sink to your knees, and she sits on the couch, thighs spreading while her cock pushes into her jeans. Sevika leans back, hands on her sides, a faint red blush on her cheeks. She doesn’t move, but your shaky hands dart to her belt, while the crackle of metal sounds so loud in your ear. 

You’re softly shaking, but you unhook her belt, working her buttons until they’re undone. There’s a wet patch on her briefs, and you’re so fucking needy, pushing your head to her tent, inhaling the strong scent of musk, earth and skin. 

Your tongue touches her through the briefs, scraping the cotton material and salivating on it, while Sevika sighs into the air. You pull back, pushing her boxers down, letting her cock spring out, and her stomach twitches as you run a hand across her jean-clad thigh. 

The tip of her cock gleams with wetness, pouring from the angry red slit, and a thick patch of curly hair surrounds her cock. You lick the head, delivering small kitten licks across while you have a hand on her shaft, and the other settles on her thigh.

Her salty taste curls across your taste buds, and you pull back, tongue switching to lap at her balls, sucking on one until a deep groan pours from her mouth, while specks of hair scrape against your skin. “That’s it, doll. Should’ve fucked your mouth…this afternoon.”

You lick up to the shaft, wrapping a hand around the head as you swirl your tongue on the cockhead. Spit darts from your mouth, and your eyes shoot up to her as your hand coats it all over her shaft. Sevika’s bottom lip is etched between her teeth, and her chest heaves up and down, while you slowly slip her inside your mouth, hand still working, pumping up and down. 

A loud moan curls from her throat, and her hips buck into your mouth, pressing so fucking deep, until she’s occupying every inch of your mouth. You can’t take much of her, she’s too fucking big, but you work her through, cupping her ball, and hollering your cheeks. 

Her hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you off her cock, spit drilling down your chin. And she’s breathing heavily, eyes lidded and blown. “Open.”

Your tongue darts out, mouth open, and she’s smirking, ends of her lips curling as she slaps her cock on your tongue. Every rational thought has swooped out of your brain, lusting, curling along the ridges of your brain. “Maybe I should take you to work, have you be my little desk pet…keep your mouth full, and head empty, would you like that, baby?”

Your head bobs up and throws, eyes gone, tongue still out as spit accumulates and slides from the end of the muscle. You fear you won’t be able to live without the taste of Sevika’s cock on your tongue, and she knows this, because she’s grinning like she’s just won the fucking lottery. 

And she leans closer to you, hand still gripping a fist full of your hair, until she’s pulling just enough that it makes you moan, needy and high-pitched. Her cock twitches, “Please,” You gasp wetly, “fuc–fuck my...mouth.”

“You’ll need to earn it.” Her boots push in between your thigh, the end of it touching your cunt, just slightly. “Go on.”

Humiliation rattles through your bones, and you straddle the boot, pressing your chin on her kneecap, digging into the meat of her knee. Your hands wrap around her leg, pressing yourself down, focused on the tendrils of pleasure as you press all the way down. “Feels…good. So so go–good.”

You try to ride her boot, gasping at the light pressure against your folds, nails digging into the texture of her jeans. It’s infuriating how the pleasure curls against your spine, then fizzes away, every time Sevika moves her boot, purposely trying to see you writhe against her leg.

“Sev…” You whimper, eyes fluttering open, and you’re completely focused on the pleasure, drooling on Sevika’s jeans, to pay attention to your system. You work in motions, eyes in and out of focus, sometimes watching Sevika’s smile. 

“Doesn’t it feel good, Doll?” She rasps, and you can see her cock twitch against the white tank top, while your tongue salivates, and small tremors rip against your skin. “Just a little more…I won’t touch your pretty cunt until you’ve left a print on my boot.”

And she finally presses her boot against your cunt, with the right amount of pressure pressed against your clit that has you moaning, eyebrows knitted, and cunt clenching. Your legs burn, hips bucking into her boot, while you’re slipping into a soft headspace, trying to keep your mind afloat.

Sevika makes it so difficult, petting your hair while precum coats her cock, and she’s whispering sweet praises at you. “My pretty doll, stick your tongue out, doll.”

A condescending laugh rings across your fuzzy brain, and she’s watching spit pool down, until two fingers glide inside your mouth. You clamp down, lips wrapping around her thick fingers, and she’s pushing inside, feeling the rough pad of your tongue on her fingers. 

Your hips stutter, stomach twitching as warmth slowly pours along your flesh, and you’re louder and louder, hips grinding your clit down with intensity while trying to choke on her fingers. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, licking her and tasting the saltiness of her flesh. 

“That’s it,” Sevika whispers, “Keep fucking yourself on my boot. Isn’t this what you wanted? To fuck yourself on an old pervert like me.”

Lighting strikes across your spine, and you clamp down, hips jerking as you cum on her boot, a high-pitched mewl making your chest vibrate. Your body melts against her leg, the aftershock of your orgasm making your clit twitch. Your mind is fuzzy, slipping and sliding across the pleasure, drinking in Sevika. “So good for me…you deserve a reward for that.”

“Need,” You rasp, throat dry, and she moves her hand to the bottle on the coffee table. The liquid slides down your throat, freshening your hot flesh. “Ple–please…need yo–you in my mouth.”

Her hands wrap around your wrist, stopping you from reaching her cock. You’re all fucked out on her legs, breathing heavily, begging for her cock, and Sevika is close to cumming. Because this feels exactly like one of her many wet dreams, yet you pout at her, pupils dilated, “Please.”

And she’s so fucking weak for you, letting go of your wrist and leaning back down to the couch, as your lips attach to the head of her cock. Each action is done clumsily, too needy, yet Sevika holds in her sanity, fingers gripping the couch, as you suck on the head of her cock, lidded eyes staring at her. 

It’s as if the last measure of embarrassment left your system, leaving nothing but need and want. Your hand reach for Sevika’s, pushing it to your head, and her hips buck, drowning you in her cock, until halfway in, and the head reaches just an inch away from the back of your throat.

You keen at each of her groans and deep moans, filling your ear and the air. It’s blinding, how much you need her, when you finally pull off with a deep breath, spit circles her cockhead, attaching it to your mouth. “Just a little more…” Sevika murmurs, pushing you back on her cock, all the way down, until the oxygen in your brain slowly depletes, and you feel her everywhere, eyes rolling back. 

Your hips flex, pushing down, searching for some relief for the ache building in your pussy.  Your body goes lax, hands lying on your side, while Sevika moans, keeping your head down on her cock as she twitches around your throat.

When she pulls you off, your eyes are unfocused, pawing at her knees, whimpering, and she gets off on it, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel better.” She croons. 

Sevika pulls the robe off your body, scooping you off the floor and into her arms. You press kisses across her cheek, down her neck, licking and nipping at her skin, trying to make it red. She drops you on the bed, letting you softly bounce, before she shrugs off her clothing, letting the clink of her belt hit the floor. 

Your eyes rake over Sevika’s body, mouth watering at her brown, hard peaks, and how her cock twitches, curving to the left. “You’re a pervert…trying to undress me,” You whine out, meekly trying to cover your body, as Sevika crawls to you, “You’re taking advantage of me.”

“Am I?” She purrs, and there’s a short flash of guilt as you look at her with your pretty-does eyes, breath shallow, and spit slowly drying in the corner of your mouth. She’s going to defile you, like she’s done to the lacy underwear she’s taken from your drawers. Not that you need to know. “Tell me to stop.”

Sevika’s hands reach for your shorts, slowly pulling them down, waiting for you to push her off, or for the words to hit her eardrum, yet you watch, helping her pull them down, heat rising to your chest as a slick connects your pussy to the shorts. The warmth of Sevika’s skin makes you shudder, and you’re reaching for her tits as she rams her mouth on yours, and it’s all teeth and tongue–unlike the kisses you’ve had before.

Filthy, wet and noisy, pulling little whines out of you while she groans into your mouth. “Months of dre–dreaming of you…fucking me,” You whimper, against Sevika’s mouth, a little hazy, from the pleasure. 

“Really?” Sevika asks, as if she’s bewildered by the idea of you dreaming of her. You nod eagerly as she lowers her lips to your jaw, kissing and breathing you in.

Her tongue licks the sweat on your flesh, nipping the skin, until you’re whining, and each breath sounds punched out. “Don’t worry…I’ll give you the real thing.”

She keeps going lower, kissing along your chest until her mouth is on one of your hardened peaks, and you gasp, feeling her suckle on it. Her tongue twirls, her other hand coming to pinch and play with your other nipple, making your clit twitch. “Sev…”

You squirm in the sheets, feet softly kicking, and Sevika takes her time, rotating between your tits, until they’re puffy and sensitive, a single touch making you moan and whimpers. Her teeth graze at the peak, softly biting them, and it makes your stomach swoop with heat. Your cunt pulses, the aching feeling becoming unbearable, yet your brain melts. 

You can barely utter words, too entranced in the pleasure, until Sevika’s away, and she’s back to trailing kisses along the bottom of your tits. She reaches your naval, nose pressing into a thick patch of hair, and she moves down and down, until she’s breathing against your pussy. A little whine pours from your mouth when her fingers dip down, pulling your wet folds apart, watching slick coat your pussy. 

“You’re dripping, aching for someone to touch you?” Sevika coos, “All needy for me,” and you shut your eyes, nodding dumbly, until Sevika’s tongue licks your clit. You try your hardest not to clamp your thighs, but she’s pressing her face in and in, sucking the swollen, pulsing bud.

A loud whimper bounces on the wall, making Sevika groan, and the vibrations curl against your spine, making your hip buck into her mouth. 

“Fuc–fuck, sev…sev, feels–” Your mouth tumbles over the words, as Sevika licks deeper into you, flattening her tongue, and licking from your sopping hole to your needy clit. She hums to every one of your reactions, fucking you with her tongue, then fluidly moving to suck on the bud.

A filthy squelch rings in your eardrum, and Sevika’s hand on your hip disappears into your legs. Your eyes rush to see her, yet she’s focused on your pleasure, eyes closed as a finger slides so fucking easily inside you, you barely feel it until it curls, pressing that spot.

You moan, loud and whiny, blinking back tears, while she quietly slips another finger in, curling them both and fucking into the spongy spot. “Nnng, har–harder, please. Please…” you hiccup, hand flying to grip Sevika’s short hair, trying to press down. “‘m clo–close.”

Your vision blurs, fat tears rolling down freely, and Sevika savors your pussy, assaulting your clit, until warm spreads across your stomach, and your muscles are tightening. Your pussy clenches against her fingers, and she continues pressing them in, sliding and out of your walls, then curling them. 

Heat pools in your lower back, muscles burning, until everything jolts and your eyes are crossing, waves of pleasure rolling through your system. Your spine lifts from the bed, foot pressing down, indenting the mattress, until it feels too much. Your cunt spasms, and your body softly twitches, until Sevika pulls away, chin wet.

“Did so good for me,” She whispers, kissing your cheek, leaving a trail of wetness on your cheek. You lean up to kiss her, whining into her mouth as she pries you open with her tongue. You can faintly taste yourself on her tongue, and it’s filthy. “So pretty, like this…all fucked out and crying.” 

Sevika pulls away from your mouth, a hand gripping your waist, and the other slapping her cock against the skin of your stomach. “Big…”

Sevika smirks, moving her hips until she’s grinding her cock against your wet pussy, mixing in your slick with her precum. She’s dripping, balls full, trying to keep her composure, while he presses the head against your clit, grinding on it. Your feet kick, hips twitching from slight overstimulation. “You’ll be my good doll, and fit it in, won’t you?” She groans, fingers tightening her grip on your waist.

You hum, clutching the bed sheet, nodding dumbly, trying to slip her inside you. “Please,” and Sevika finally presses the head inside you. A whimper falls from your lips, and Sevika bucks her hips, forcing herself into you. 

“Breathe, doll,” She murmurs, big hands slipping to the back of your thighs, folding them, and pressing them just close enough to feel the heat of your own skin against your stomach. 

She leaves you in that position, and you don’t move, not even when she has only one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other reaching down you pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles, slowly inching inside you. The feeling of fullness makes you delirious.

“Sev…mo–more,” Your words slur, brain working too slow to form a proper thought. And when she finally presses all the way inside, you whimper. Your cunt feels so fucking stretched out, and you’re sure you’re dripping. 

“I know, doll,” she coaxes, “I know…don’t worry, ‘m going to break you in until you can’t fuck anyone but me.” Her hips buck, finally moving in a slow, languid pace, then picking up speed until her hips are hitting the flesh of your ass. 

Your pussy sletches, wet sounds making you even more fucking aroused, because it’s almost as if your cunt is speaking to her. “Fas–faster.” 

And Sevika snarls, fast thrusts, rocking you forward into the bed, making your tits bounce with every movement, while you’re taking big breaths, each moan and whimper punched out. “Your pussy is swallowing me in,” she groans, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Goosebumps spread across your skin, and you’re clenching around Sevika, eyes unfocused but taking in her beauty. Sweaty body, and the strands of hair sticking to her forehead as her lidded eyes watch her cock disappear inside you. 

Little ah, ah, ahs spill out of your mouth, nails digging into the mattress, until heat curls in your spine, you feel too stupid to worry about the spit dribbling at the corner of your mouth. You’re addicted–will be addicted, because Sevika is fucking you like she’s imagined this a million times, and mapped exactly where to buck into. 

The head of cock shifts, plunging into that spot again, leaving you breathless, and so so fucking floaty. Small hiccups leave your lips, and tears stream down your cheek, smudging in the small dashes of eyeliner, leaving a faint black smudge of tears. Sevika looks up, and she moans seeing how wrecked you look for her.  

“Squeezing me…so tight,” Sevika moans, “What is it, baby? Want me to fill you up?” And she gasps, feeling you tighten again around her cock. Jackpot. Your back arches, cunt pulsing, head swimming in the thought of Sevika filling up your belly, leaving some of her inside you. 

“Nngg ye–yes,” You gasp, “Inside…inside.” 

Your body trembles, thigh muscles shaking until you can see your skin twitch, and Sevika’s so fuckiing loud, damn near in your groaning and moaning at the pace of your own whiny, high-pitched mewls. “Come…come stay with me. Move in with me,” Sevika breathes out, “Be my wife…my…my pretty bride. C’mon, say you’ll come with, and I’ll let you cum.”

Oh, god.

Your eyes roll, nodding and nodding, trying to make small coherent yes’s and only babbling, but Sevika sees. And she grins, mouth wide, pushing in deeper and faster, until your nerves are on fire, and hypersensitive, body tightening. 

Your toes spread out into the air, and your pussy gushes on Sevika’s cock, coating it in clear liquid. A choked sob rings in the air, and you feel drunk and high at the same time, as flashes of your ceiling and Sevika’s face cross your eyes. Every muscle in your body seizes, and a deep, guttural groan rings, until you feel so so fucking full. 

Sevika empties herself inside you, teeth reaching down to your calf, etching into your skin until pain shoots through your spine. When she pulls away, there’s a mark, and she's still fucking into you, riding her own high and fucking yours out, until you’re twitching. 

Your mind is pliant and fuzzy, body lax on the body, while every move is in slow motion, in and out of view. A long moment of silence passes, and your body is still shuddering, thigh twitching, brain slowly coming to work. Soreness picks at your skin, and you suddenly feel empty, too empty. “Need to clean you, doll.” A voice murmurs next to your ear. 

After a beat, you’re cold, and your eyes finally flutter open, while Sevika is wiping you down. She’s radiating, pupils blown, with a hazy smile on her lips. Her eyes snap to yours, and she leans down to press a kiss on your stomach, then on your forehead, “My sweet doll, so perfect. So good for me. ‘m gonna take care of you.”

“You…bit me?” You gasp out, and she darts to the waterbottle on the nightstand, lifting your head, until you’re drinking in small sips. Your insides cool, and Sevika’s still staring at you, a little unfocused and wild. 

She hums, “Yeah. You belong to me now. You’ll live with me…sleep with me, shower with me.” And her words are so soft, yet firm to the point they rattle your bones, making you sink into the bed. “You said yes.” 

You aren’t sure of what to do. Somehow your brain can’t come up with any scenarios in which you’re apart from Sevika, and it feels so, so suffocating, and exhilarating, you’re crying again. Sevika croons at you, hand wrapping around your chin, licking your tear, “Shh…don’t cry, doll. I can’t have my wife crying…now, tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” You whimper, voice faltering, a shiver running down your spine. “Belong to you, and only you. ‘m your wife.”

You do move out of your shitty apartment, somewhere near Moonbuck. It’s sort of a hazy memory, the way Sevika inserts herself into your life, like she’s meant to be there by divine or human intervention. Like she’s etched her place beside you, and glued you to her skin. 

You find your ‘lost’ panties a month into moving with her, and she doesn’t deny anything, and you don’t fight about it. But again, it’s not like you’re able to when she shoves them in your mouth and bends you over the counter, recounting every detail about how she protected you, her pretty barista, throughout those months. 

• Sevika develops a crush quietly and catastrophically. One compliment from you and she’s replaying it in her head three days later while staring at the ceiling trying not to smile.

• You start calling Sevika pet names long before either of you are even together. Completely naturally, too. “Thanks, honey.” “Move over, sweetheart.” “You okay, pretty girl?” Like it means nothing.

• Meanwhile it means everything to Sevika.

• The first time you call her “baby,” she genuinely loses her train of thought mid-sentence.

“Could you pass me that thing over there, baby?”

Sevika stares at you for a full second too long before nearly fumbling it into your lap.

• You do not realise the effect it has on her at first because she hides it terribly but silently. Slightly pink ears. Looking away. Suddenly very interested in literally anything except your face.

• Pet names from you feel strangely intimate to Sevika. She isn’t used to softness being directed at her so casually. You say them so easily, like affection towards her is the most natural thing in the world.

• Sometimes you use them absentmindedly while focused on something else, which somehow affects Sevika even more.

“Hold this for me, sweetheart.”

And now she’s standing there holding three bags and completely in love with you.

• Once she finally works up the nerve to call you one back, it comes out painfully awkward.

“Careful, uh… doll.”

You smile at her so warmly she spends the next hour avoiding eye contact.

• Her favourite is “pretty.” Especially because you say it so sincerely every single time.

“There’s my pretty girl.”

Sevika has to physically look away to survive it.

• If someone else teased her for getting flustered over pet names, Sevika would deny it immediately.

Then you’d walk in and say, “Hi, honey,” and she’d nearly walk into a wall.

• Everyone else notices before either of you do. Especially because Sevika acts completely normal and level-headed around everyone else, but around you she suddenly forgets how words work.

• You are painfully good at making her feel included. Sliding into the seat beside her. Saving her a drink without asking. Talking to her like she’s already important to you.

• She never knows what to do with your affection. If you touch her arm while laughing, her brain fully short-circuits for a second.

• You mistake her awkwardness for disinterest at first because she’s so stiff and quiet around you. Meanwhile Sevika goes home internally screaming because you smiled at her for too long.

• Sevika is the type to rehearse conversations beforehand and still mess them up.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Sev!”

“Yes… Good.”

She thinks about it for the next six business days.

• You think her nervousness is adorable. Not in a patronising way. Just because she’s this intimidating-looking woman who suddenly turns shy when you look at her too directly.

• She loves listening to you talk. Loves it. You’ll go off on a tangent about something tiny and she’ll just sit there watching you with this soft, dazed expression she hopes you don’t notice.

• You absolutely notice.

• Sevika gets jealous easily, but mostly because she genuinely cannot imagine someone like you choosing her. If someone flirts with you, she immediately withdraws and assumes she already lost.

• Which means you end up having to be the brave one most of the time.

• You’re the first person who makes Sevika feel wanted instead of merely tolerated.

• Her love language becomes quiet acts of care before she even realises what she’s doing. Carrying your belongings. Remembering your favourite snacks. Fixing little things for you without mentioning it. Giving you her cape the moment it gets even slightly cold.

• The first time you hug her properly, she freezes for a full second before melting into it so completely it nearly breaks your heart.

• Sevika’s flirting attempts are tragic.

“You look nice.”

“Thank you, honey!”

“…Yeah.”

She has to leave the room afterwards.

• Once you start dating, she gets clingier than anyone expected. She just always seems to drift toward you naturally. A hand at your waist. Knees touching under tables. Kisses on the forehead. Sitting impossibly close. Constant, blatant staring.

• You call her beautiful casually one day and she genuinely stops functioning for a moment.

• Sevika falls hard. The kind of hard where she looks at you and quietly starts imagining a future before she even realises it.

-

Sevika had spent the last twenty minutes pretending to read the same page.

Not even reading it, really. Just staring at it while being painfully aware of you two tables over.

You laughed at something someone said, bright and warm and easy, and Sevika immediately looked down again before you could catch her staring.

Too late.

“Sevika!”

Her shoulders tensed as you approached. Of course you were approaching. Of course. Her brain immediately abandoned her.

You stopped beside her table with that familiar smile that always made her chest feel weirdly tight.

“There you are. I thought you left.”

“Nope,” she answered.

A pause.

Then, because apparently humiliation built character, she added, “Still existing.”

Smooth.

Your smile twitched like you were trying not to laugh, but not in a mean way. Never mean.

“Mind if I sit?”

Sevika nearly said no out of pure panic.

Instead she jerked her head in what she hoped looked like a casual gesture. “Yeah. Sure.”

You sat across from her, resting your chin in your hand. “You always come here?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you always look this stressed?”

That startled an actual laugh out of her. Short and rough around the edges, but real.

“Do I?”

“A little.”

“Sorry.”

Your expression softened instantly. “Why are you apologising?”

Sevika opened her mouth.

Closed it.

Because how was she supposed to explain that being around you made her feel like every thought in her head was tripping over itself?

You tilted your head slightly, eyes soft but inquisitive. “You know, I used to think you hated me.”

“Hated you?” Sevika repeated, horrified.

“Well, yeah. You barely talked to me.”

Because if Sevika talked to you for too long she risked spontaneously combusting.

Instead she muttered, “Not great at talking.”

“I noticed, hun.”

There was that smile again. Warm enough to melt steel.

Sevika looked down at the table before she embarrassed herself.

“You make me nervous,” she admitted quietly, the words escaping before she could stop them.

Silence.

Then:

“Oh.”

Sevika wanted to launch herself directly into the sun.

“Not in a bad way,” she rushed out immediately. “Just… you’re pretty and kind and- I don’t know. My brain kind of doesn’t know what to do with that and shuts down.”

Your face went pink so fast it nearly distracted her from her own humiliation.

“You think I’m pretty?”

Sevika stared at you like she’d just asked whether water was wet.

“Obviously.”

You laughed softly, looking suddenly shy yourself as you ducked your head.

That alone gave Sevika enough hope to keep breathing.

“You make me nervous too,” you admitted.

“No I don’t.”

“You really do.”

“How?”

You looked at her for a long moment, smiling a little.

“I also think you’re pretty. Like- really pretty. And you… you look at me like I’m important.”

And that-

That hit Sevika so hard she forgot every coherent thought she’d ever had. The words landed somewhere deep in Sevika’s chest. For a second, all she could do was stare at you.

Her mouth opened slightly. Closed again.

You laughed under your breath. “See? There’s that look again.”

“What look?”

“The one where you stop functioning for a second.”

Sevika groaned quietly and covered part of her face with one hand while you laughed properly this time.

Not mocking.

Fond.

Way too fond.

stalker! Sevika, who briefly sees you walking out of a vintage shop while she’s running errands, and finds herself enamored at first sight with you. Following you for a good hour while you walked and walked, finally turning to some dingy apartment that looked like it was about to fall apart at any second.

stalker! Sevika, who learns your routine by the third week of trailing behind you, and you oh so naively, leading her to your work, your coffee shop, and your friend's place, until she gets it all down. By the second attempt to break into your place, she jumps for joy when the lock finally clicks.

stalker! Sevikaa, who takes your dirty and clean underwear for herself, and looks through all your shit, thinking about how good she'd treat you if you just let her. How she would never let you work a day in your life, and can give you a better place to live, if you just let her through?

stalker! Sevika, who finally gets the courage to talk to you when you're at work, bullshitting her way into an hour-long conversation with you, after lying about how she couldn't find a book about architecture. Her spine shudders, and when she notices the blush on her face when you begin to talk to her, she decides right then and there that she needs to have you.

stalker! Sevika, who spends weeks watching and planning until it's a late Friday night, and while you're walking home alone. She's cornering you, rendering you limp on her arm, and carries you inside her house, down to her basement, where she’s carefully replicated your room and bathroom.

"Shh, it's okay, bunny. I got you, I won't hurt you." She whispered, stronger's trailing down your limp frame, nose leaning down to smell the scent of honey and strawberry shampoo.

stalker! Sevika, who calms you down when you first wake up, fat tears trailing down your cheek as you're shaking in the room that looks so much like yours. She approaches you softly, and despite how shaky and scared you are, she calms you down, giving you all your favorite snacks and treats, until you are lying on the bed, softly hiccuping.

"Are you going to hurt me?" you ask, shakily munching on the salt pretzels while she's at the end of the bed, watching you.

Her eyebrows furrow, and she looks mildly offended, "No...I–I would never do that. I’m going to keep you safe, bunny.”

When she leaves, you feel the urge to cry, yet you don’t, falling asleep looking at the closed door, seeing her footsteps behind the door. An eerie calmness circles around the pit of your stomach, and somehow, you feel much safer in this faux room of yours than in your actual apartment. 

stalker! Sevika, who pays the deposit to move out of your apartment, and brings everything back to her place, under the pretense that you’re her girlfriend and that you’re sick.

She cooks you, every meal you like, with the exact food brands you like, nearly altering everything she eats. And you can’t help but feel really fucking good, and taken care of when she brings you clothing, and gives you food, and brings you the CD’s you want of every old movie you like to watch on repeat. 

stalker! Sevika, who always respects your space and never tries to touch, until you’re watching The Tenant and you crawl to her, placing your cheek on her lap, and she finally touches your face, hand patting your head. You fall asleep like that, the thick metal resting on your ankle, and she moves you, putting you in the position she always sees you sleep in. 

stalker! Sevika, who watches your sleep through the camera and one day finds you with your shorts to your ankle, fingers rubbing your puffy, swollen clit, while you suck on your fingers, rubbing yourself dumb. She watches you shake, back arching into the bed, while spit dribbles down your chin. It’s overwhelming, watching you and hearing your little whines, but not touching your pretty, soft skin. 

“Fuck,” she shudders out, hands traveling down her pants. She can only imagine how you’d cry when she finally gets to touch you. Her fingers circle her own clit, rubbing at the same pace your hands move, until her stomach tightens and she’s watching you cum with a tiny sob.

“Sevika,” You mewl, spine tightening, until you are clasping your thighs, slick pouring onto the sheets. Sevika, who cums at the same time as you, and spends a good thirty minutes watching you whimper softly, guilt painted on your face as you wobbly clean yourself up. 

stalker! Sevika, who falls asleep with you one night, while you’re watching some cliche action movie. You freeze, hearing her soft snore in your ear, and heat builds in your stomach as you turn your head, placing a soft kiss on her lips. You feel sick, but so so dizzy, so you push your lips on her again, until your tongue darts to her lower lip. You only stop when she stops snoring for a second, panicked that you’ve been caught.

stalker! Sevika, who WATCHES the tape of you kissing her, and nearly feels her heart leap into her ass, because her pretty bunny is so needy for her, and can’t help herself. So she rewards you with sweet treats you barely give yourself, watching you preen at her as you stuff yourself full, sometimes offering her some. 

stalker! Sevika, who nearly falls on her ass when she finally takes the chain off your ankles, and you corner her, asking her why she doesn’t touch you. You straddle her lap, whining and at her like a dog. 

“Why won’t you touch me?” You ask, hands cupping her chest, kneading the skin. Warmth spreads across you, and your hips buck against her lap. 

Sevika exhales sharply, “Bunny, don’t–I’m trying to be respectful.” Though she knows that’s fucking stupid, given the fact that she kidnapped you and stuffed you in her basement. 

You pout at her, taking off your spaghetti strap shirt, and she moves her head, as your boobs settle right in front of her face. “Please,” and Sevika is trying so hard to remain respectful despite always watching you sleep and wondering how your skin tastes in her mouth. 

stalker! Sevika, who finally breaks, and eats your pussy until you’re a sobbing mess, whining and whimpering while she licks your big puffy clit, groaning and moaning against the thick curly hair of your mound. She watches you cum on her mouth, disregarding her clothing, and crawling up to your face.

“F–fuck, that’s my good bunny, open your mouth.” She groans, putting half of her weight on your face.

You let her fuck your face, tongue tasting the tangy saltiness of her pussy, as you lap her clit, hips bucking into the air, because god, it feels so good and you’re nearly suffocating. “So good,” you whine against her.  A rush of pleasure curls against your spine while she uses your face, and you lie there, face all wet until she cums. 

You barely catch your breath, body all wrung out and sleep, before she’s opening your legs again, positoning herself until her clit is against yours, and she’s grinding down, making your pussies kiss in a mess of slick and spit combined. Overstimulation makes you cry harder, hot, fat tears down your cheeks, while your body is covered in sweat. 

“One more baby,” she coaxes softly, grinding harder, while your nails dig into her skin, “Does it feel good?”

And you try nodding, eyes fluttering open and closed, pleasure seeping into every crevice of your brain, until you can’t do anything but grind back on her. She smiles, “Aww, my bunny got too pussy-drunk to speak?” And she gets so mean and condescending, all the while praising you and calling you her sweet, bunny. 

stalker! Sevika, who finally lets you out of the basement and lets you sleep in her bed, but only if you don’t wear underwear. And every day, just hours before she goes to work, her hands snake down your thighs, fingers sliding into your wet folds until you meekly push her away and cry, telling her it’s too much. She kisses your tears away, so eagerly, bringing you to the edge of pleasure, leaving your clit swollen and puffy just before she leaves.

stalker! Sevika, who eats everything you cook for her, and makes you sit on her lap while you tell her about your day, despite not leaving the house. She listens to you ramble and ramble, then watches movies with you, until you’re too sleepy to move, and carries you into the room, taking off your clothing and tucking you in.