Idk what to name this

being sevika's partner is awesome.

she's chivalrous in a way you wouldn't expect. it's all the bells and whistles, opening doors, striding on the side closer to the road on walkways, if an airship's seats are full, she'll stand so you don't have to. she confesses one night after nursing her whiskey a little too long, mumbling at you as you tuck her into bed.

"i ne'er really pegged myself as the type to give a shit about romance, but you make me wanna be soft."

before you can coo lovingly at sevika, she's chuckling. you ask what's so funny.

"heh, pegged."

you swat her shoulder, which makes her laugh harder.

sevika's also the epitome of a provider. she's got a real problem where if you even *look* at something too long, it's yours. maybe not the same day, but she *will* get it for you. you're exceptionally easy to buy for, because she's always attentive.

she's also strong, and tall, and funny in this dry, sarcastic way that makes you often miss the joke for a few minutes because she  says it so bluntly. she's honest, she's fantastic in bed, and she even smells good, like smoke and sandalwood and musk.

the sole issue of being sevika's partner is just how busy she is.

now, that's not that big of an issue. you knew damn well what you were getting into when you started dating the councilwoman sevika. it was actually one of the things that drew you to her. her work ethic, her drive, her determination. as a zaunite yourself, you were no stranger to the conditions and circumstances that the undercity had been plagued by both in the long term and more recent memory. how could you ever begrudge her work?

well, you didn't. 

besides, sevika makes time for you whenever humanly possible. sevika gives you her schedule every single day down to the minute. you’d be at the academy parked outside those meeting room doors, ready to walk her to her office for a lunch you brought. you're sure to wake up, still tired with the worst morning breath (sevika doesn't mind in the least), to kiss her and send her off. you're awake late with a meal and a drink on the table for when she comes home, and often in your cutest underwear to entice her into eating you instead.

your life, despite sevika's business, is functional, fluid, fulfilled. you can work as much as you want or be a stay at home wife, sevika supports all your passions and endeavours wholeheartedly, and you get cracked multiple times a week.

no amount of planning can make a body bend to a schedule however, and you wake up one morning drenched.

it's that time of month.

no, not the bloody one.

the horny one.

you're ovulating, and your first thought when you gain consciousness is something along the lines of ‘i want sevika to fuck me until she somehow gets me pregnant with her strap.’

that proceeds to be your second thought. and your third. and so on and so forth, until your mind is nothing but horny chanting for sevika to obliterate you. sexily, of course.

she's usually already up, choosing to wake up earlier to have a moment of admiring you like the sap she is. you're sure you can convince her to make a pit stop to pound town before leaving the house.

you roll over, ready to turn up all your charm and seduction to eleven for your big strong sexy woman.

“hey lover, how about we-”

you cut yourself off, because the bed is empty. your horny brain had somehow failed to supply you with the critical loss of warm solid weight beside you.

sevika’s out of the house early. she’s got a big proposal of redirecting some funds to developing zaunite schools that she’s got to pitch to the council tomorrow. she’d already warned you last night that she’d be gone for nearly the whole day. 

‘i’ll make it up to you over the weekend, baby.’

you may be ovulating, but that doesn’t mean you’re selfish. you’re not about to go bother her at work with something so important on the line. you can just do what you did before you met sevika!

except you can’t, because sevika knows your body better than you do. you have one rather uneventful orgasm in the time it would have taken for sevika to give you three. how is it possible that she’s ruined your own body for you?

you go about your day, counting down the minutes until sevika comes home. five minutes feels like an hour, an hour feels like a day, and your brain will not stop supplying you with scenario after scenario of your wife.

sevika behind you fucking you doggy style, her arm around your neck, choking you just a little as she holds you to her chest. her bicep flexes, your breath cuts off for one controlled second, her strap rutting into you until you…

…drop the jar of sauce you’d been absentmindedly inspecting. it shatters on the floor, breaking you out of your stupor. you have to pay for the wasted product, but at least your red face is mistaken for embarrassment over the sauce.

sevika between your legs, your thighs over her shoulders. she’s got her flesh hand supporting the curve of your ass, and the cool metal of her other hand’s fingers splayed over your stomach. she holds you down, stops you from squirming, which you’re doing a lot of considering this is your third orgasm. you whine, hands clawing at the sheets, warning her you’re about to…

… get hit by some little punk on a chemtech hoverboard. the child wooshes past you, startling you badly out of your daydream, making you drop your bag of groceries. 

“watch where you’re going, bro!”

they mock you, giving you the finger as they fly out of view. you realise you’ve wandered into the middle of the street, and you’re getting some weird looks from people on the edges of the road. you quickly scoop up your belongings and hurry home.

sevika getting home. sevika taking her clothes off. sevika in nothing but her boxers. sevika letting you help take off her prosthetic. sevika holding you. sevika kissing you, her labret cool compared to your hot breaths. sevika pushing you against the wall, her knee between your legs, grinding up just right. sevika whispering in your ear…

“hey, doll. is that supposed to smell burnt?”

you’re not pinned to the wall. you’re behind the stove, getting lost in your thoughts again. the sauce is bubbling, teeny bits of char arising when you push it around again. what’s worse is you didn’t even hear sevika come in, far too preoccupied with conjuring fantasies of her. you kill the heat and turn to her, smiling.

“no, but i’m sure it’s fine. how was work?”

this is all pretense. you’re desperately hoping she says that she was so busy all day and she could really blow off some steam. instead, you get an apologetic quirk of her dark lips.

“kinda shit. didn’t get everything done. i’m gonna have to stay up late to get this proposal finalised. that okay?”

no! it’s not! you need her carnally right this instant!

is what you want to say. but you have decorum. so you don’t.

“of course not, i know how important this is to you. let me fix you dinner.”

you scoop a large serving of noodles and sauce into a bowl, and send her off with steaming, slightly burnt food, and a kiss on the cheek.

you try to entertain yourself, you really do. still, you poke into sevika’s office every half hour.

“how’s it going?” “good.” “do you think you’ll be done soon?” “maybe. i’m not sure yet, baby.” “you might need a break, you’ve been working really hard all day…” “i’ll take a break in a bit, don’t worry about me.”

you feel like you’re going insane, clawing at the walls of your own brain with need. sevika’s getting a tad annoyed with your constant check-ins, you can tell, but she’s got her little reading glasses on, and she’s got such a severe ‘i’m working’ face that makes you crazy, and you just can't take it anymore.

“sevika.”

there’s something in your tone that makes sevika look up properly when you next appear in the doorway. you stare her dead in the eyes.

“i need you to fuck me immediately or i’ll literally die.”

she’s quiet for a long moment, before she gives you a lazy little smirk as she takes her glasses off.

“you’ll literally die? bit dramatic of you.” “not dramatic enough! i dropped the stupid sauce in the store and i nearly got hit by a hoverboarder and it didn’t even matter because i still burnt the sauce-” “it tasted fine.” “that’s not the point! the point is i literally can’t function until you take care of me! i’ve been thinking of you all day, so please make me cum my brains out just once and i promise i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the evening.”

sevika frowns at that, rotating her chair enough to spread her thighs wide. she pats the muscular plane of her left leg, and you’re moving before you can even process the nonverbal command.

“you’re not a chore, princess, and you don’t gotta leave me alone.”

her tone is warm, rich, immediately making you melt as you perch in her lap, legs straining over her mass to straddle her. she tilts your face up with her hand. she’s taken her prosthetic off for the evening, so she’s holding you up by just your jaw, making you look at her. her innate dominance immediately sends heat to your cunt.

“now, i’m gonna oblige your little request for attention. you gonna behave?”

your head is nodding the second she says ‘you’. 

“go grab the strap, lube too. gonna fuck you right here in my chair.”

like a dog hearing it’s favourite words, you hurry to obey sevika. with a less than graceful manoeuvre, you’re off her broad lap and out of the room. your brain is like a well-oiled and very horny machine. 

outer layer of clothing off, leaving you in nothing but the cute black panties you wore in hopes of this very scenario coming true. drawer, dildo, harness, lube, back to sevika. you don’t even shut the drawer before you’re tearing off back to her office.

the sight that awaits you is nothing short of divine. sevika standing tall, gathering papers at the sides of her desk. she’s gotten her dark brown pants off, now gathered in a heap next to the chair, leaving her in that black wife pleaser that shows off all the muscle of her bicep and a little of her cleavage. her boxers are absent too, giving you an eyeful of the dark brown folds of her cunt and the prominent shape of her large clit.

she’s always so hot when she’s focused, thick brows always drawn slightly from a lifetime of frowning, strong nose that made her side profile so distinct, full lips moving slightly as she subconsciously plays with her labret piercing inside her mouth, silver eyes trained on the task at hand. 

that intense gaze turns to you, and despite the hunger that flickers to life in sevika’s eyes at the sight of you holding the harness and dark purple silicone, you can also see her pupils dilate. she really does love you so much.

“c’mere. you’re so fuckin’ cute, waiting for me all patiently. panties off, hop up on the desk.”

you give her a slightly confused look. why the command to grab the strap if she’s not going to use it right away? before you can even ask, she’s answering.

“’m not skipping foreplay.” “but i’m ready now.” “i bet you are, doll. but how about you oblige me a little?”

that’s sevika’s slick way of getting you to agree to prep. as much as you want her to fuck you without any more preamble, she’s always going to make sure you’re properly ready. she made sure to get a faux cock proportionate to her size, after all. that shit stings without at least a little help.

it’s also sevika’s slick way of getting to eat you out. 

what? she’s nothing if not a munch.

you, of course, oblige her. you shimmy off your underwear, sevika taking the time to pull the harness on with practised precision. no sooner does your bare ass meet cool wood is she sitting down in her chair, pulling it up. 

her hand presses to your stomach lightly, encouraging you to lay back a bit. you prop your elbows up, careful to avoid her very important papers. without any more input, you’re spreading your legs as well, and sevika internally preens a bit at just how well behaved you are for her. her warm, calloused palm slides from your tummy, over your hip and down to your inner thigh, pushing it back just a bit further. 

your cunt is so wet, already shiny with arousal. sevika inhales deeply, groaning at the heady scent, her gaze lidding as it lifts to meet yours.

“aw, she really missed me huh? look, she’s droolin’ for me.”

her thumb brushes the hood of your clit and you make a noise that’s best described as pathetic. it spurs your lover on, and she lowers her head to lick a broad stripe up the full length of your slit. then another, and another, until she’s lapping at you with wild abandon, the bridge of her nose rubbing against your clit as she fucks you with her tongue.

“oh fuck, vika…”

you can barely choke out words, far too busy mewling for her instead. sevika doesn’t seem to mind, more focused on tasting you. 

at some point she throws one of your legs over her left shoulder, and you dig your heel into her back as she turns to sucking your clit instead. her teeth and piercing graze you on occasion, and your hands are definitely mucking up her papers as you try to find purchase on the desk.

“i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum on your face if you don’t stop.”

sevika pulls away just barely at the warning, resting her cheek on your inner thigh. her heavy breaths puff over your cunt, and her chin glistens with your juices.

“you wanna do that, or cum on my strap instead?” “strap. i want you to put a baby in me.”

a sharp bark of laugher fills your ears as sevika grins at you, all teeth and need. 

“i can fuckin’ try. lap, now.”

she pushes back a little from the desk, and you sit up on shaky arms. you slide from the desk back to standing, and then down onto sevika’s lap again. the silicone of her strap rests on your stomach as she wraps her arm under yours to hold your back. you blindly reach for the lube that was somewhere on the desk, and neither you nor sevika register the flutter of paper as you find the bottle. 

you apply a generous squirt to the tip, then spread it down the length. sevika watches you pump the dildo with those lazy silver eyes.

“we gotta get one of those hexstraps. bet your hands would feel as good on me as they look.”

that prospect gets filed away in your mind. right now, you want to ride sevika into next week. you give her your best puppy eyes, and she sighs and lets you rub your hands on her tits over her top to get rid of the sticky lube remains on your hands.

“go on, princess. you’ve earned it.”

you mumble a very whiny ‘thank you’ as you adjust on her lap, lifting your hips and angling the dildo to rub against your folds. sevika’s hand on your back moves down to your ass, encouraging you to sink down. you do, and your forehead meets the skin of where her shoulder meets her neck, as sevika finally stuffs your cunt. 

it doesn’t take long for you to start taking what you want, rolling your hips and shifting up and down to fuck yourself on sevika’s lap. your noises are muffled as you pant into her shoulder like you’re in heat. she doesn’t move, letting you set the pace. her hand simply moves up the curve of your rear as you lift, and then down again with you. 

you keep this up for a while, but as good as this is, you need more. you need sevika to fuck you. you speak up, breathless already.

“vika, please.” “please what? use your words.” “i need you to fuck me properly. please.” “thought you’d never ask.”

and then your breath is punched from your lungs, because she snaps her hips up sharply, driving the blunt head of the strap against your walls in an angle that feels incredible. you quickly devolve into ‘fuck yes’ and ‘harder’ as your hands fist into her top. sevika’s hand on your ass turns to control, driving your hips down harder for you to meet her thrusts.

the office is filled with the wet sounds of the strap pulling out of your creamy cunt, and the slap of skin on skin as you’re seated down on her strap over and over. sevika’s mastery of your body is unparalleled, she hits the perfect spots inside you every time. it’s muscle memory for her.

your movements become uncoordinated as you get closer to orgasm. you’re really just humping sevika while she fucks up into you. she takes this as her sign to lean her head down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. her pace never slows.

“you’re so greedy for this fuckin’ strap. naughty little brat couldn’t wait for me to finish my work, huh?”

you whine at sevika, the dirty talking not quite landing. brat taming is nothing foreign to you two, but right now this just isn’t doing it for you. you feel a little bad in the back of your head that you’re tearing her away from work. she knows your queues and noises like the back of your hand though, and immediately course corrects.

“it’s okay, pretty thing. you’re so good for me, always so good.”

she pauses for a moment to readjust, moving her hand from your back. instead, she reaches for your face, pulling you out of the crook of her neck and making you look at her. her broad fingers squish into the warm flesh of your cheeks as she keeps bouncing you on her strap. your fingers migrate from her top to dig into the corded muscle of her shoulders. sevika’s shoulders, but she doesn’t so much as grunt even as you hang on for dear life.

sevika holds you there, holding your jaw easily in her palm as she forces you to look at her. you hold eye contact despite how badly you want to let your eyes roll back. 

her pace changes. slower but deeper, letting you feel each and every stroke of her strap. 

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect. fallin’ apart for me so pretty, waiting so desperately all day just for me to fuck you. ’m the luckiest woman in all of zaun and piltover.”

you try to protest, try to say ‘nuh uh, that’s me’ but sevika purposely grinds her next thrust against your cervix in a way that isn’t bruising but still wipes your mind. you’re teetering on the edge, thoughts getting mixed up with the desperate need to cum.

“nnnuh…”

she laughs at you, but it’s not mean. she changes her pattern again, ramping up until she’s back to pounding you in earnest.

“poor baby, too close to cummin’ to think straight. rub that clit for me, yeah?, wanna see you finish on my strap.”

one of your hands shakily leaves her shoulder to find your cunt, rubbing tight little circles around your clit. sevika watches you touch yourself for half a second, before looking you in the eye again. 

she draws your face closer to hers. your mouth is slack as your moans escape, and sevika takes it upon herself to kiss you in the filthiest way possible as your orgasm hits you. 

you whimper into sevika’s lips, the noise swallowed by her responding groan, and then her tongue. she licks into your mouth as she slows her hips. you come down from your high, your higher functions kicking back in and allowing you to kiss sevika back. you wrap your arms around her neck, fingers scratching at the baby hairs at her nape.

it’s slow, languid, perfect. when you pull away to breathe, you’re struck by just how beautiful sevika is. she’s sweaty, short hair sticking to her forehead, chest heaving as she catches her breath.

you go to paw at sevika’s thigh, fingertips slipping under the front of the harness. she got you off and you want to return the favour, but she’s ever so gently taking your hand and moving it away from her cunt, holding it instead.

“nah, baby. as much as i wanna have your hands on me, this proposal ain’t gonna finish itself. you can feel me up when i come to bed.”

your brain is blessedly clear now that you’ve been satiated, and you nod and press chaste pecks to the side of sevika’s face. sevika chuckles at you, letting you make your way to her mouth, where you meet in a kiss that’s all love.

“lemme help you out of the strap, and then i’ll let you finish this up. this was more than enough to tide me over until bedtime.” “i love you. an’ i meant it, you’re never a chore to me.” “i know. i love you too.”

sevika’s papers are a little crumpled as she makes her proposal to the council the next day, but mercifully, nobody asks why.

i need to start a blog to like all my transformers shit and post my fanfics for that too bc its cluttering this feed >< anyways idk when my next post will be but i hope you guys like this .... mwah mwah have an excellent june everypony !

“Thought I told you,” Sevika presses the vibrator firmly against your swollen pussy. Her words echoed over the ominous buzzing. She ignores the responding strangled whine, dragging it up…and down. Anticipating the bucking of your hips before the escape can happen, “To lick my boot.”

Sevika had you trapped on her lap, draped forward over powerful legs. Your wrists are secured to your ankles at your back, bound tight in rope that bites your skin. Face down at her feet and ass up for her viewing. You’ve came like this multiple times already. Reduced to a wet, mewling mess as Sevika tortures you purely for her own amusement. Her mechanical hand holds the wand incessantly against your folds, vibrations bubbling loudly from how much your cunt leaks. A puddle of slick and cum dripping onto her lap. Sevika’s flesh hand rests on your ass, switching between kneading and slapping your heated skin, using the grip to keep you in place until you cry.

Occasionally, Sevika would reach over for the bottle of bourbon half empty on the table. Clearly content to sit like this for as long as she likes.

Sevika knocks the toe of her boot against your chin, bringing you back from your dazed state of blissful torment. “Tongue out.” Sevika reminds you gruffly, eyes flicking between your face and puffy pussy. Watching every little twitch as she rubs the wand in circles over your pulsing clit.

It was a warning. But Sevika’s a dick so she cranks up the vibrator anyway. And simply laughs at the way your limbs struggle against the restraints, fingers and toes curling in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Clean your act up, girl.” Sevika growls, rough voice making you shudder despite your constant trembling. She mutters, “Making a mess of my fucking boots.”

Tongue lolled out of your mouth, it drags over the rugged, worn leather of her boot. Wet and shiny from your drool. Licking it up does nothing but make the mess worse, but still, you try. Faltering as another orgasm sneaks up on you, an intense tightness pools in your belly. Sevika presses the wand harder, hearing your whines rising into longer moans. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, numb to everything except Sevika’s torture. How she makes you feel.

The scream gets stuck in your throat when you cum again. Eyes rolled far into the back of your head as your body jolts with each clench of your cunt. It was a feeling you both craved to escape and never wanted to end. The way Sevika controls your body, pushing you from high to high at her will. Near the point of losing consciousness. Your pussy drips, the sticky puddle in Sevika’s lap growing. She squeezes your ass, pinning you to her legs as your hips begin to squirm. The stimulation didn’t stop. It never did. You’re beginning to wonder if it ever will.

Over the ringing in your ears, you faintly hear liquid sloshing followed by the thump of the bottle being set back on the table. Sevika swallows audibly before rasping, “So fucking pretty like this.”

Providing you with things you knew your parents would disapprove of but then again, your parents wouldn’t trust anyone more than her. She was your dad’s best friend, and helped in your parents’ wedding so much that she ended up becoming your emergency contact, in case you couldn’t get a hold of your parents at the moment.

But ever since you’d finished college, you’d started seeing her differently.

Yeah, Sevika never settled down with a woman.

You were aware of her hook-ups.

But somehow that made you feel jealous the more you thought about it. Her big, rough hands running down someone else’s body, kissing them with her pretty plump lips.

Oh, hell no.

“You’re really sweet to me.”

“Well,” Sevika shrugged, “you’re kinda my responsibility.”

You glanced.

“That’s all I am to you? Just responsibility?”

She barked a laugh, “where’re you gettin’ that from, kiddo?”

“Nowhere…” you muttered and quietly ate your ice cream.

“You can talk to me ’bout anything, y’know that, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Good.”

You both walked in silence. The busy city was filled with the sound of heavy traffic and people living their tireless lives. The sky was gray, the weather almost depressing if you hadn’t just had the best meal of your entire week—thanks to Sevika.

You looked at her.

Her short hair was tied in a ponytail today—which barely held the dark strands. Her dark clothes highlighted her sharp features and her biceps bulged the sleeves of her jacket.

You looked back at the road, biting into the side of the cone, “do you always dress in black?”

“... No? Why?”

“Nothing,” you spared her a judgemental look, “y’look good in black.”

“Why thank you.”

You felt your cheeks flush so you instantly avoided eye contact, and stared at the road with increased intensity.

“Looks like it’s gon’ rain.”

Sevika looked up at the sky, studying the way the clouds moved rather fast. You looked up as well, watching the sky with her.

“I like rain.”

“Yeah? Don’t jinx us.”

You rolled your eyes. “I fancy playing in the rain actually.”

“Sure, kid, but not right now.” Sevika said, voice serious, “I don’t want you getting sick.”

You laughed, “my immune system is stronger than that—”

“Doesn’t matter.”

You sighed, “arguing with you is like arguing with a wall.”

“Good. ’s supposed to be like that.”

You both went silent again. You finished your cone.

Then, you finally gathered the courage to ask:

“Sevika?”

“Hmm?”

“Why don’t you ever get a girlfriend?”

She didn’t answer.

You continued. “It’s not like you’re ugly. You could easily bag a hot chick.”

“I’m not good with commitment.”

You squinted. “Don’t you lie to me, old woman.”

Sevika feigned offense, hand on her heart, but a smile on her lips, “how dare you!”

You swatted her shoulder playfully, smiling as well, “tell me the truth!”

“Okay…”

She took a deep breath.

“I’m secretly straight.”

You almost tripped a step.

Sevika laughed. “The look on your face was fucking iconic!”

You stopped walking one hand on your hip, “Sevika, stop playing with me! Tell me the truth. Pretty please?”

One drop landed square on your forehead.

You blinked, eyebrows furrowed.

Then another drop. And another.

Then—it started raining.

Hard.

Not even a slight trickle.

Almost a thunderstorm.

Sevika looked down at your body. Your white top had stuck to your body instantly, you got drenched within five seconds under the rainwater. Your black bra showed through your top, and that blared alarms in Sevika’s head.

Without a single second of hesitation, she removed her leather jacket and draped it over your head.

You were practically drowning in it.

“Sev—!”

“Take it.”

“No, I don’t want it. I wanna play in the rain!” you were already tugging it off.

Sevika pursed her lips, annoyed, and pulled the front of the jacket over, buttoning it so you couldn’t take it off easily.

“Keep. It. On.”

You exhaled deeply, almost exaggeratedly.

“You’re gonna get sick,” Sevika said, softer now.

You swallowed. The moment felt oddly intimate.

Sevika snapped out of it. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”

You nodded and quietly followed her.

You both walked faster than before, almost jogging back home. Sevika used her spare key to click the lock open, pushing you inside first before getting inside herself. She was drenched from head to toe.

“Oh, you’re back,” your mom smiled, then looked at Sevika, “oh, no. You’re soaked. Do you need me to get you a—?”

“I got it.” you said quickly, “my room,” you told Sevika.

Sevika—a little confused now—followed you to your room, apologising to your mother briefly for leaving a trail of water on the floor.

“It’s no big deal.” Your mother mouthed to her before you both disappeared behind your bedroom door.

You closed it and gave Sevika a towel.

“You should get out of those clothes. They’re wet, you’re gonna get sick.”

“I’m gonna be fine.” Sevika said, patting her hair dry first.

“No, you won’t be. I listened to you back there on the road, didn’t I?”

“Barely—”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re not staying in wet clothes, Sev.”

“Okay, okay, fine.”

Sevika took off her clothes and wrapped her body in the bathrobe you passed to her. Rain pattered on your window. You finally took off Sevika’s soaked jacket and put it together with the rest of your clothes.

“Thanks… for what you did for me today.”

Sevika looked at you, confusion written across her face. “Huh?”

“The jacket,” you reminded her.

“Oh! Yeah. Sure, kiddo.”

A moment of silence.

Sevika tried not to get distracted by your lacy black bra staring at her through the see-through material of your damp white top.

You blinked. Then—looked down.

“Oh—”

And quickly turned away.

“Sorry… didn’t mean to flash you.”

Sevika looked away. “You’re all good…”

You quickly got a fresh set of clothes and went to the bathroom to change. You got out dressed in dry clothes, face still flushed from accidentally showing her what you did. You sat down beside her on the bed.

“So… what we were talking about before…” you said, slowly. An evil smile crept on your lips. “Why exactly are you single?”

Sevika facepalmed, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”

You grinned.

Sevika didn’t make eye contact. “I feel like love can easily turn into a weakness. At first, it’ll feel like rainbows and butterflies and then… things will eventually crash, and you’ll be devastated weeks, if not months.”

“But I don’t think that pattern follows in committed relationships, y’know compromise and stuff is like the basics of keeping a relationship.”

Sevika sighed. “If only it were that easy…” Sevika paused, “and to add to that, I’m not exactly young and meant for a long future.”

You scoffed, “you don’t know that. You could live like a 100 more years, and end up being like those toothless old great grandmas—”

Sevika threw a throw pillow at you. You giggled and caught it.

“You little shit,” Sevika muttered, catching the pillow and tossing it back at your face with far less mercy.

You squealed, nearly toppling off the bed as it smacked into you.

“Violence! In my own home!”

“Your parents’ home,” Sevika corrected immediately.

You narrowed your eyes. “See? This is why you’re single.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

You burst out laughing.

Everything in your bedroom—the smiles, the laughing, the banter. It felt personal. Intimate on a different level.

Something almost taboo considering how close she was to your parents.

“What you thinkin’ about, kiddo?”

You opened your mouth to answer but then the word just hit you wrong. Kiddo— it felt weird. Bad.

Misfitting considering your feelings for her.

You swallowed.

“Can you not call me that?”

Sevika tilted her head. “What, you suddenly hate it?”

“It just—... Doesn’t feel right.”

“You’re still younger than me.”

You couldn’t help taking advantage of where the conversation headed, “well, can’t blame me, you’ve been around since the dinosaurs.”

Sevika flicked her finger at your forehead.

“Ow!—hey!”

“Behave.” Sevika said in mock-anger.

You pouted, “so mean to me…”

A beat. You leaned back.

“So tell me, if love makes people weak, what’s the point of it?”

“Point of what?”

“Loving.”

“I guess some people think it’s worth the pain.”

You looked away for a second, “and you don’t?”

“I never said that.”

A pause.

“Sevika… did someone hurt you?”

You both held eye contact for a good five seconds. Sevika smiled, lopsided—suddenly all the years of experience and heartbreak evident on her face.

“Life hurt me, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart hit you the wrong way.

You stared at her.

Sevika clearly realized what she said a second too late because her jaw tightened almost instantly.

“… Don’t make that face.”

“What face?”

“That one.”

“What one?”

“The one where you look at me like I just hung the moon.”

Heat flooded your cheeks immediately.

“I do not look at you like that.”

“Mhm.”

You grabbed another pillow and hit her with it this time.

Sevika caught it easily with one hand.

Show off.

“You’re annoying,” you muttered.

“Yet you keep invitin’ me into your bedroom.”

Your breath caught.

The words hung there.

Sevika seemed to realize how that sounded immediately after saying it because she went strangely still.

The rain filled the silence.

You could hear your own pulse in your ears now.

“… You know that’s not what I meant,” Sevika said finally, voice lower.

“Yeah,” you answered softly.

But neither of you looked convinced. You bit your lip, swallowing and glancing down—Sevika’s lips looked so good.

Dark, matted. What if you wanted a taste? Just a little kiss. Just to smudge her dark lipstick a little.

Just a little…

Sevika cleared her throat.

“Have you… have you ever thought about that?”

“What “that”?”

Sevika paused, as if weighing her words. “Have you ever thought of me like that?”

Everything in your brain paused at once, you felt hyperaware of the sound of rain against glass.

Then, in a very soft voice you replied, “we shouldn’t…”

“I know,” Sevika said almost instantly, like she’d expected that reply from you.

An awkward pause.

Sevika laughed—nervous almost.

“Sorry, I made it weird, didn’t I—?”

You didn’t reply with words.

You leaned forwards, letting your lips graze herself just slightly before pressing against them—her hands automatically grabbed your waist to hold you in place as you kissed her. Your hands moved from holding balance on the mattress to Sevika’s shoulders, kissing her deeper.

One of your hands glided to the back of her neck, rubbing it. It made Sevika groan and her hands on your waist tugged you onto her lap. You plopped down easily—perfectly fitting on her lap as you continued kissing her, holding her face with both hands.

You both parted.

“This is so wrong…”

Sevika’s eyes flickered to your lips, then back at your eyes, “yeah—but fuck—”

And she kissed you again.

You held her tightly, your eyebrows curling upwards as you trembled from the intensity of her kiss. Her tongue slipped between your lips, dominating your mouth with ease.

“You gotta keep this a secret, sugar…” Sevika whispered into your mouth.

“I will,” you whispered back.

Sevika flipped you both, laying you on the mattress as she spread your legs slowly. She rubbed you through your pants first, enjoying the way your cheeks tinted red and you struggled to keep your little moans down.

Your eyes widened when she ran her hand over your clothed clit, making a small choked sound. Sevika pushed your shirt up enough to expose the waistband of your pants.

“I’m taking them off, okay?”

You gulped, “okay…”

Sevika pulled your pants and panties down, leaving your lower half bare. She spread your legs out properly and moaned at the sight alone.

“You’re so pretty here, baby…”

You clenched around nothing.

That was embarrassing.

Just how much effect her words had on you was so fucking embarrassing. You squeezed your eyes close, turning your head away.

“Please, fuck me.”

First, Sevika put two of her fingers—middle and ring—in her own mouth, withdrew the soaked digits and aligned them to your entrance. You whined softly feeling the tips of her fingers press in before she slowly pushed them inside.

Her fingers were thick, the slight callouses that ran down the length of her fingers creating a kind of texture that made your legs shake before she ever fingered you properly. She moved them—smiling at the way you struggle to contain yourself, your hips twitching and legs trying to close around her.

“Oh, baby,” Sevika leaned down, kissing your clothed chest and rising up until her lips brushed your collarbones and neck, “you’re so pretty like this, such a pretty little cunt stretching out on my fingers.”

You wrapped both arms around her, body moving against her fingers almost as if possessed.

“Need more, need… more,” you pleaded, head thrown back to reveal more of your neck.

Her thumb found your clit, circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip, teeth digging into the flesh to keep yourself from moaning out loud. Sevika was good at this—thanks to her untamed sexual history but you didn’t mind if that meant she was a beast in bed.

“Come on, squeeze me with that pussy, baby.”

“I—I can’t hold it…”

Sevika kissed you near the lips, letting her warm breath fan your face, “cum, sugar.”

Your eyes rolled back, only the whites of your eyes visible as your clear fluids ran down Sevika’s hand. She angled it in a way to make sure it landed mostly on her palm and not the bedsheets underneath. She leaned down, and cleaned you off with her mouth.

It was filthy—the way her nose nudged your clit, tongue lapping up your juices.

Sevika held your legs apart, teasing your overly sensitive pussy with her tongue, knowing fully well you’re overstimulated. But she enjoyed the little sounds you made.

Your heavy breathing filled the room as your hand weakly pushed at her head, “S-Sev, please, I can’t really—I can’t…”

But she was much bigger.

And she used that to her advantage, pinning your lower body down with her weight as she devoured her meal like a starved woman. It was filthy, almost dog-like the way she lapped at your pussy, making sure to let her tongue lay flat and warm against your clit for a significant amount of time before moving to your slit—gathering all your juices.

Finally—she moved up.

Before you could protest, she grabbed your chin and kissed you.

You squeaked, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“Mmmm…” your arms wrapped around her again, this time lazily, playing with her slightly damp hair.

Sevika pulled out of the kiss, and remained like that for a few seconds.

Your noses brushed against each other and for the first time in a while, you saw her beyond the pretentious front—not the arrogant, cocky woman with the muscles who was your dad’s friend.

Just a woman who has been too afraid to love all her life.