Sevika owns my ass

Impatient. Everytime you come to visit, Sevika gets more and more upset by the fact that you're not knocked up. You're dating her son and for the love of god she doesn't know what he's doing... but it's wrong. Sevika is convinced she could get the job done with one fuck, and then you'd be swelling with a kid like you've always wanted.

When she first met you, she liked that you knew what you wanted with her son, you knew you wanted a family- and god you were so sweet, she knew you'd make a great, caring mother. If she's being completely honest, all she wants to see is you glowing and swollen, carrying the child that will continue her strong bloodline, keep the family going.

So, when she first had the idea of taking it into her own hands... she told herself it was insane, that you'd never agree to it. Why would you let your partners parent knock you up? Though your gaze always lingered on her, she noticed because hers lingers on you too. You're a pretty little thing, young and willing to experience anything at least once - which is why Sevika decided to try, just once. If you didn't reciprocate then she'd back off... maybe.

"Still not happened yet honey?" Sevika asks casually as you sit on the couch, sipping the tea she made you with a relaxant pill slipped in. It wouldn't cloud your judgement or anything, you were still conscious and well though any anxiety you might feel wouldn't rise to the surface.

"No." You let out a small sigh, setting your mug down on the coffee table. "We've been trying but it's not... it's not happening."

Sevika can see the glint of something in your eyes, sadness maybe, or frustration?

"You really want it, don't you honey?" Natrually she pats your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh underneath her fingertips. At her touch your breath catches slightly, her hand was a lot higher up on your thigh than a casual touch... yet you didn't hate it, in fact you felt guilty for liking it so much.

"Maybe it's something to do with me... maybe my eggs aren't right or something..."

No. Sevika wouldn't have that. She refused to let you think that this was your fault, it was clearly her sons fault.

So... she did something about it. Like the perfect future mother-in-law she is.

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"Take it baby, takin' it so good for me... just a little longer, sweet girl-" The wet plap plap plap echoed off the walls as Sevika's hips met yours with each punishing thrust. Her hand was tangled in your hair at the base of your neck, pulling your head up just enough so you could see yourself in the floor to ceiling mirror.

You were on your knees, breasts squished flat into the floor, hands fisting in the rug beneath you. With each pummel of her cock deep inside you, your hips and ass were jiggling with the impact. Soft moans and whimpers were all you could let escape now- Sevika had wrung three orgasms out of you before fucking you, before manhandling you to the floor to breed you properly. "Look so f'kin pretty like this, sweetheart. All cryin' and whinin' for me... gonna fill you up so good.. so good..."

All you want is to tell her that it's too much, it feels too good. The words die in your throat as another pathetic moan is ripped from you instead. Your head felt light, like you were floating on clouds, sex had never felt so good, so right... Sevika loved it, how accepting you were of her harsh thrusts, her rough hands on you hips as she pulled you back onto her with zero resistance.

The pill was a good idea.

A creamy, white ring was forming around the base of her cock, forming white strings that kept her connected to with each grind of her hips. She runs her hands up and down your sides, letting out a guttural groan as her still still, thighs twitching as her second load bursts into you, filling you up. "That's it love... told you 'm gonna get get you nice and swollen f' me."

From the way her hips started up again, you could tell Sevika was nowhere near finished with you... and everything in you loved it. Wanted more. Wanted... her. Even if it was wrong, it felt so right.

best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't really talk to any of you guys, just ruffling your best friend's hair or teasing her before heading back to her room, leaving the rest of you without a word from her. whenever she walks into the kitchen while your friend group is eating or making late night instant ramen, you feel your face heat up at the sight of her in a tight tank top, leaving nothing to the imagination, from her sculpted arms and the grooves of her stomach's abs. she's so tall, so effortlessly handsome, and you can't help but sneak in glances at her back when she bends to the fridge to get some gatorade.

best friend's older sister!sevika who talks to you for the first time when your best friend leaves you alone in the living room to go shower, and sevika enters through the front door, short, black hair tied back. just the sight of her neck is enough to get you tensing up, suddenly acutely aware of the patterned pajamas you have on and how childish they must look to her.

when she spots you, she raises her hand, mumbling an apology, but you insist that the two of you of two can sit together, you were only about to put something on. the truth is, you really don't want to miss the opportunity to get to know her more.

she hesitates, but gives in, sitting on the opposite end of the couch with you, twisting off the cap of her beer bottle and taking a swing from it, grey eyes focused on the television as you scroll through the options.

when you linger on gilmore girls, she scoffs. and not subtly. oh, no, she scoffs loudly, and you turn to find her lips twisted up into a smirk.

embarrassment and defensiveness make for an ugly combination, immediately arousing an irritated, "yes?" from you.

"are we seriously going to watch this crap?"

your mouth drops open. it's the first time she's properly spoken to you one-and-one, except for the brief interactions during your run-ins in the hall, and this is what she says? for a second, you're just stunned at her blunt rudeness, and you need a second to formulate a response before saying, "crap?"

"yes, crap." she tosses her hand at the television. "just a bunch of privileged little shits."

"the show literally deals with money issues!"

she snickers, and you try to ignore the bulge of her arms as they fold over her chest. "which sure aren't that stressful when you have two blue-blooded parents always there to save your ass."

"yes, but on conditions, though!"

she squints at you, lips turned down into a disbelieving frown. "friday night dinner? you're either just as spoiled as them or really naive, because trust me, weekly dinners don't mean shit."

your eyes sharpen into a hard glare, bitterness spilling through at her assumption. "you don't know anything about me!" with an indignant toss of your head, you mutter, "not that you've ever even tried to."

she suddenly bellows with a loud laugh, the edges of it rough and irritatingly pleasing to your ear. "awe, is someone sad over that?"

you roll your eyes. yes, but you weren't about to tell her that, of all people. "no, don't flatter yourself."

"you're not that good of a liar, you know that, right?"

with a twitching eye, you turn on the show, drowning out the noise of her chuckle with an immediate escalation of the volume.

best friend's older sister!sevika who doesn't stop teasing you after that night. now, when you're in the kitchen and she saunters in, she flashes you a smile that's nothing short of complete and utter self-satisfaction. when your best friend leaves you alone in her room, sevika knocks and steps inside, leaning on the wall and asking you how you are, how's work or school, sometimes teasingly tossing in, "you haven't been here in a while -- I didn't make you nervous, did I?"

you always fight back. partially because your attraction to her makes you feel so exposed and flustered that you want to try to hide it through challenging her back rather than being reduced to a blushing, spluttering mess. you know arguing back might be counterproductive, though, since it seems to only amuse even more. but, that leads you to the second reason you keep doing it. because, as on-the-spot and vulnerable it makes you feel, her prodding comments and mischievous attention makes you giddy. sevika, the allusive older sister of your best friend, is actually bantering with you, maybe even flirting with you. and seeing how easily she bounces off your words, how sharp her wit is, makes you only more excited. unnerving as it is, this little thing you guys have going spikes your excitement everytime you come over.

best friend's older sister!sevika who gets bolder and bolder. when she comes into the bathroom as you're brushing your teeth, looking for a hair tie to get her hair out of her face, you catch her in the mirror's reflection glancing at you, eyes quickly flicking up and down. the double take nearly makes you tighten your thighs together, mind whirling with thoughts, speculating over what she might be thinking.

you get your answer when she suddenly snaps the band of your tank top, which causes you to leap on the spot. when your eyebrows furrow into what you hope is a stare strict enough to hide just how turned on you are, she laughs, the noise low and velvety. "cute," she muses, eyes raking over you shamelessly before she reaches to the hairtie on your wrist, snapping it off and tying her hair back with it.

best friend's older sister!sevika who starts working out very intentionally in front of you. doing pull-ups in the kitchen when your friend group is there, lips curling up as her eyes seek you out. usually, by the time she looks in your direction, you've already been staring at her unabashedly for minutes as her arms flex and roll under her ministrations.

you want to crawl into a hole when your best friend smacks your arm, her face squeezed into a sour cringe. "dude, gross."

of course, sevika totally hears the reprimand, and she wiggles a scolding finger in your direction from her corner in the room.

best friend's older sister!sevika who can't stop laughing at the way you gasp and cover your mouth when you catch sight of the lesbian porn opened up on her laptop, which rests amongst her bunched up purple blanket. it only leaves you wondering about what she was doing moments before, if that happy trail you sometimes spot in her loose, muscle-shaped crop tops leads to a curl of hair between her thighs.

"oh, c'mon, have you never seen porn before?"

despite the fact that you can barely keep a straight face in light of this revelation, you manage to bristle. "of course I have."

"oh, yeah?" she leans on her doorframe, tilting her head down to watch you carefully. "got any recs?"

"if I did, I wouldn't share them with you."

"why not?"

"you would just--" you manage to squeeze out before trailing off into silence. the truth is, the idea of you and her watching the same porn, fucking yourselves to the same video, has your clit aching with desire. but, you don't wanna give in that easily, and just do as she requests. something tells you she's too used to getting her way. "you would just corrupt it!"

she raises an eyebrow. "corrupt the porn? by watching it?"

god, you're an idiot. "yes."

"that's quite a feat to manage."

"... yes."

"this wouldn't at all be because you're lying, right? and you really haven't watched porn?"

you grit your teeth, narrowing your eyes at her. god, she's so fucking irritating, talking to you like you're completely sexually oblivious.

at your silence, she ducks her head lower, and you suck in a sharp breath at the feeling of one of her dark locks tickling your cheek. "maybe you're more inexperienced than you let on. maybe you're looking to get corrupted."

fuck, she has no idea. at this point, the rest of your thoughts are practically zapped into silence from the mental image of sevika laying you on her bed, your back to her chest, with her big hands shoved down your panties and massaging your pussy, using your slick to circle your clit into a swollen little bud. her soft lips planting wet, sloppy kisses on your neck and cheek as she coaxes you to watch the filthy video, laughing darkly when you gush at the two women in it eating each other out. biting your ear, whispering how she wants to do this thing or that thing to you, how she'd fuck you better than anyone in these videos could. her thick fingers plunging into your hole, other hand covering your mouth as she makes you come over and over again in her cramped up bedroom.

jesus, this is going too far. you force your body to stiffen, lest her attentive gaze catches any telltale signs of your arousal. "well, maybe you're delusional."

she's unfazed, eyes darting to your lips before meeting your gaze again. "I'm sure I am."

best friend's older sister!sevika who tells your best friend she'll pick you up when she finds out you need a ride home from your part-time job. she insists this is because she doesn't trust your best friend with her car, so she should be the only one to drive it.

when you climb into the passenger seat, you can't help but feel self-conscious, sweaty and exhausted after the long shift. matters are only worsened by being in such a cramped space with her, the very act of being picked up way too date-like for comfort. you can smell her coconut shampoo from here, mixed in with the cologne she wears. her hands on the wheel captivate you, fingers long and thick, veins begging for your tongue to trace them. her hair, which is still bound by your hairtie, is damp and soft.

she takes you out for food, insisting you "get something in you after a long day" (you're certain she's aware of the innuendo, shit-eating grin present when she speaks). when she takes her car into a drive through, she hands you her phone, muttering that you can turn on whatever music you want.

she proceeds to make fun of every song you play.

ignoring your protests, and using her strong arms to shove you aside when you try to lurch over her, she pays. when you thank her profusely, her nose twitches and she nods quietly. you can't help but smile at her modesty.

instead of driving you guys back to hers and your best friend's home, she parks outside the store. you guys continue to listen to music, sharing the meal and talking. her usual snark is present, yes, but she actually listens to you, earnestly so, as you ramble about your shift. she asks you questions, and listens patiently. her answers, on the other hand, are short and to-the-point, but after some nudges to her shoulder and whining, she relents with a sigh and shares some more details.

as the sky darkens, the conversation becomes a bit more personal, and you see a side to her you've never bore witness to before. eyes soft, gaze downcast, voice low, she shows a side to you that's vulnerable. a side that has the layers of responsibility shed.

best friend's older sister!sevika who you can't help but smirk at when her jaw drops upon seeing you in the lacey, skimpy pajamas you recently bought. it costed enough, that's for sure, but you feel immensely successful. after all, you only bought them after seeing them in the porn video she had been watching weeks ago.

"what-- what is that?" her voice is low, hushed.

you touch the back of your neck, suddenly plagued with acute self-awareness over how you look. "just-- it's just pajamas."

that breaks her out of her trance, face breaking into a bout of laughter. "pajamas? you're kidding me, right? you look like you're about to seduce me."

you swallow hard. well, not exactly. all you had wanted was a reaction out of her. actual sex felt like too far-fetched a daydream to get excited over. you try to brush her off, self-doubt gripping you too tightly to allow yourself to be direct. "please, you wish."

"oh? someone's gotten bold." her eyes wander over your body languidly, as though you already belong to her and it's just a matter of time before you admit it. she leans back in the seat at her desk, mouth curving into a playful grin. "besides, who knows if you even have it in you?"

"have it in me to what?"

she snorts. "seduce me, bonehead."

"well, yeah, wouldn't wanna risk disappointing you after all the girls that have been in here."

you wince as soon as the words leave your mouth. god, how pathetic are you? you already sound like a jealous girlfriend, and you haven't even confessed to her.

luckily, sevika chooses not to tease. instead, her mouth presses into a firm line and she says, "you don't need to worry about that."

you gulp at the earnest words. what the hell is that supposed to mean? does she know just how serious your words are? because it sure does sound like that. the thrill of her maybe knowing, maybe even returning, your feelings has your stomach flipping. "why?"

she fiddles with some diagrams on her desk, flicking a thumb on the corner, before her shoulders heave with a sigh. "for the same reason I haven't had any girl over for months."

you nearly flinch at the words, the sheer vulnerability in them yanking you into an intense fixation on her words. is she implying she hasn't had any girl over for months because of you? because, well, what reason could explain both that and why you needn't be afraid of dissatisfying her?

you can only think of one.

best friend's older sister!sevika who pulls away from her desk, spreading her thick thighs over the seat, and nods you over. "come here."

when your trembling body reaches her, she hesitates before spreading her hand along your thighs. you immediately clutch onto her shoulders, shivering at the feeling of her rough, warm palm scraping along your skin.

the gap between her teeth flashes as she laughs. "liked that?"

your nails dig into her shoulders. you don't wanna give up the game just yet. "no."

"no?" she mumbles, leaning in and grazing her teeth right where the lace trimming of your silk shorts meets your skin. "that's too bad. because if you had confirmed my suspicions, I would've rewarded you." her head leans back, eyes shining under the lamp of her bedroom. "you're lucky I'm nice and will give you one last chance."

fuck. you can't resist, not when you're this tantalizingly close to getting what you want. "fine. I--I liked it, okay?"

she presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. "finally."

twenty minutes later, she's on her back in her bed, arms hooked around your thighs while you practically hump her face. your fingers ache with how hard they're grasping onto her headboard, forehead pressed to it as she helps you move your hips on her face. your pussy is making all kinds of squelching noises as she tongues at it, the slippery muscle making a mess of spit and juices as she licks you up so messily, no direction, no rhythm, just raw instinct. her hands have your top shoved up, large hands groping your tits and tweaking your nipples. and god, she just slurps you up, drinking down the thick, sticky arousal coating your folds, wrapping her lips around them to run the tip of her tongue along their shape.

"yeah, fuck my face," she grunts into your pussy. "such a little slut, wandering into my bedroom dressed like that."

a choked out moan leaves you, and she digs her nails hard into your ass as a warning. it makes you jerk harder on her face, her nose bumping against your clit just right and making you cover your mouth in panic. of course sevika takes notice of this reaction, and just a moment later, she's rubbing the point of her nose into your stiff clit, shaking her head side to side so that you get flicked with it.

you think nothing can get better than this -- a notion immediately disproved when sevika's lips round your clit and start sucking it in, her tongue darting out to stroke roughly at it.

and that's how you come, legs shaking as you sag against her headboard and fully sit on her face, unable to stay upright. not that sevika minds, groans of pleasure lost into wetness of your cunt.

Yet you're taking your time. Maintaining eye contact with her as you slowly apply lipstick, letting the red settle on your all nice and pretty.

Sevika groaned, already adjusting her sitting position so the fabric of her boxers don't press against her wetness. The sight of her doing that made a little smile pull at your lips.

"You're cute." You giggled.

"No, you're fuckin' evil." Sevika replied.

You walked over to her, letting your hips sway to each side as you did. You didn't hesitate. Not even for a second when you sat down on her lap, claiming your spot. "Mmm, comfy."

"Comfy," Sevika repeated, scoffing—trying to act like heat wasn't crawling up her neck at the feeling of your soft plump ass pressing against her.

You pouted, "come on, baby," you ground down, "show me some reaction. Or am I not hot enough anymore?"

You deliberately kissed her nice and slow on the neck, leaving a perfect lipstick print mark there. If Sevika wasn't blushing, she definitely was now. So red that she could put any tomato to shame.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

୨ৎ Ya know. Regular fuck-buddy behavior!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

୨ৎ “Sam?” She repeats incredulously 

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

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

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

୨ৎ “Fuckin hate Sam…” she mutters

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

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

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

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

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

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

୨ৎ “They work with me, now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

୨ৎ “The forget-your-ex special…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

୨ৎ You know. Like friends with benefits do. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

୨ৎ And, quite honestly, you really like it

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

୨ৎ You could get used to this

୨ৎ You have gotten used to this

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

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

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

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

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