stargirl

“Oh, oh—try that mango one. mango makes everything better,” Gojo says, tugging lightly at your sleeve. “like, imagine it melting on your cunt while someone’s fingering you. so hot.”

You suck in a breath, eyes going wide. “t-toru!”

He just chuckles, shameless and unbothered, then leans down to whisper near your ear, “or do you prefer chocolate? because, bunny dipped in chocolate is a combo I’d pay for.”

You try not to combust on the spot. Nanami exhales deeply. “stop talking.”

Just then, a voice calls out from across the street, smooth and playful. “kento~!” Nanami turns, brows furrowed. Gojo does too.

And then her voice registers. You look just in time to see her. Tall, elegant, maybe in her early thirties, blonde waves swept back in a high twist, a sharp black blazer hugging her curves. Red lipstick. High heels. A smile that could kill.

Gojo whistles low. “damn. older women are always a blessing for my pretty eyes…”

You go quiet. Nanami's expression softens the second recognition hits. He smiles back, actually smiles and lifts a hand in greeting.

“Sweetheart,” he says gently to you, touching your shoulder. “pick something you like, hmm? I’ll be back in a minute.”

Your lips part to reply, but he's already walking across the street, not even waiting for it. Your heart sinks a little. Just a little.

Gojo keeps talking, mostly to himself. “you think she spanks men for fun? she gives off that boss lady vibe. shit, I’d let her tell me to sit, and I’d bark. proudly.”

You blink at him, mouth twitching, but your eyes keep slipping across the road. Nanami’s posture is relaxed, he’s not usually like that. The two of them talk, and she laughs, her hand brushing his forearm.

“Maybe I should get the vanilla,” you murmur, too soft.

"Mhmm you sure you're a vanilla girl?" Gojo smirks. He picks up a sample spoon, dips it into the pistachio, licks it once, then makes a face. “nah. that’s a bad head flavor. you want something creamy. like hazelnut. Or caramel. something that melts easy. so when it drips on your cunt, I can just lick…” he mimics licking it off his wrist.

You squeak, tugging at his shirt. “satoru… there are kids here…”

“These are life lessons,” he retorts with a wink.

Your attention drifts back across the road. Nanami’s laughing now. You pout slightly, eyes burning even though you tell yourself it’s nothing. Just an old friend. An ex, maybe. He’d never said. He wasn’t the type to hide things, but still… When they hug, something inside you twists. And then he’s coming back, straightening his sleeves, walking towards you.

“Have you picked?” he asks, voice smooth, eyes on you. You nod, pointing weakly to the blueberry cheesecake. Gojo hums something under his breath. You catch the words “lick” and “cream” but don’t want to ask. Nanami pays after a battle with Gojo.

You’re too quiet now, licking the corner of your spoon as you three begin walking home. Gojo talks enough for all three of you, arm slung lazily around your shoulders. You keep sneaking glances at Nanami, trying not to think of her laugh. The way he smiled at her. And beside you, Gojo’s fingers tap-tap along your shoulder, his voice low and smug.

The walk back home is filled with low chatter, Gojo is talking a mile a minute about some theory that somehow ties back to boobs and ice cream, but you don’t catch most of it. You’re quiet. Too quiet. Your fingers curl tighter around the paper cup in your hands, the ice cream inside mostly melted now. It tastes sweet on your tongue, but your expression doesn't match. You’re trying not to pout. Really, you are. But every time the image of that woman hugging Nanami flashes behind your eyes, something in your chest just drops. Gojo glances down at you as you trail beside him, head a little low.

“Hey, bunny,” he nudges you gently with his elbow. “you okay?”

You nod quickly.

“…didn’t like the ice cream, huh?”

You blink up at him. “no, it’s not that.”

“You’re pouting,” he says in your ear.

“I’m not,” you whisper back, even though you definitely are. Nanami slows his steps until he’s walking on your other side, eyes narrowing as he watches you. You don't meet his gaze.

“You cold?” he asks, already unzipping his coat.

You shake your head, but your voice betrays you. “I’m fine.”

He doesn’t listen, wrapping his coat over your shoulders anyway, hands lingering on your arms for a second longer than needed. The warmth makes you sink into the fabric without thinking.

“Thank you…” you murmur.

“You're quiet,” he says under his breath, like he’s filing that thought away.

When you reach the apartment, the door creaks open to the familiar scent of home. The living room is dim. Toji’s passed out on the couch, one arm draped over his face, mouth open slightly. Geto’s door is shut, faint music playing behind it. You toe off your shoes quietly, still wrapped in Nanami’s coat.

Gojo, of course, doesn’t know how to be quiet. The moment you try to step into your room, he squeezes in right behind you. “hey, hey—don’t shut me out. I missed you.”

“I was with you this morning, though,” you whisper, glancing at Nanami over your shoulder.

Gojo grins. “yeah, when you were bouncing on my cock and making the prettiest little sobs I’ve ever heard. doesn’t count as ‘quality time’.”

Your face turns crimson. “satoruu!!!”

He steps closer, arms ready to wrap around you, when Nanami grabs the back of his collar and yanks him out of your doorway like a misbehaving mutt.

Gojo stumbles back into the hallway. “HEY! RUDE.” Nanami slips inside your room and closes the door behind him firmly.

Gojo starts a full-blown tantrum outside. “you two are selfish! I offer free love and look what I get! used and thrown away like fuckin' trash—”

“Gojo, bed. now.” Nanami snaps.

Gojo groans. “ughhhh. fiiine. just so you know, this is why I’m emotionally distant with men.” You hear him muttering something about being “underappreciated” as he stomps off to his room.

The door clicks softly behind him. Now it’s quiet. Nanami exhales, hands loosening as he approaches you. His eyes are softer now, searching your face. “did you enjoy the ice cream?”

You hesitate, then nod.

He steps closer. “you sure you’re alright… from last night?”

You glance down at your legs, where his grip had bloomed purple over your skin. You nod again, more firm this time. “I’m okay,” you whisper.

He cups your face gently and kisses you deep, warm, lips pressing slow like he means it. You lean into him without thinking, letting his hand slide to your back. When he pulls away, his voice is low. “alright, sweetheart. get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He starts toward the door. Your heart panics, speaking before you think, with trembling voice. “..uhmm… nanami?”

He pauses, hand on the knob, looking over his shoulder. “yeah, baby?”

You shuffle in place, wringing your fingers. “I… uhh… can… can we… I-I wanna…”

His brows lift slightly as he turns to face you fully. “hmm?”

Your throat goes dry. “I wanna… do it.”

His expression shifts, amusement curving his lips, but his voice stays warm. “Oh?” he hums, stepping toward you again. “are you saying you want me to fuck you, dear?”

You nod once, face burning. He tilts your chin up with two fingers. “who am I to say no to that?”

He kisses you again, deeper, his tongue slow and thorough like he’s savoring the shape of your mouth. Then, he lifts you gently and lays you across your bed. His hands unbutton your top carefully like he’s unwrapping something rare.

“Such a shy little thing…” he murmurs, dragging his fingers down your chest. “but look at you asking for my cock. you must’ve missed it, hmm?”

You whimper softly. “… yeah.”

He smiles. “then I’ll give it to you. nice and slow.”

The room fills with soft gasps and the shuffle of fabric. Nanami’s mouth maps every inch of your skin, tongue warm, lips dragging over your neck, collarbone, breasts, thighs. He kisses every bruise he left before.

“Sorry,” he whispers each time. “you were too good… couldn’t help myself.”

He doesn’t fuck you. Not yet. First, he worships you. Hands firm on your thighs, spreading you, he licks your cunt like a man starved, slow and precise, tongue swirling around your clit, letting your moans get louder and messier until you’re writhing and clinging to the sheets. Only then does he finally slide into you inch by slow inch, watching your face the whole time.

“You always take me so well,” he breathes, groaning against your neck. “so tight like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You’re gasping, arms around his shoulders, every stroke making your mind blur. His hips move slow and deep, kissing the ache in your belly. His hand sneaks between your legs to rub you just right, making you cry out.

“Shh, shh… I got you,” he whispers. “you’re doing so good, baby.”

By the end, your skin is slick with sweat, your thighs trembling, every nerve burning in the best way. He stays buried inside you as you both pant for air, foreheads pressed together. Then, he pulls out and gathers you close, arms snug around your waist. You’re tucked in his chest, your leg thrown over his, fingers tracing small circles on his ribs.

“…Nanamin, can I… ask you something?”

His voice was still thick with post-orgasm bliss, low and soft against your temple. "oh? what is it, dear? need something? water?"

You shook your head slowly, cheek still pressed to his chest where you could hear the steady beat of his heart. "... do you like my hair?"

He blinked, pulling back slightly to look down at you, brows slightly furrowed. "huh? yeah, baby—of course I do. your hair's just as pretty as you. why ask me that all of a sudden?"

You avoided his eyes, fiddling with a strand of your hair nervously. "nothing, just..." you mumbled, "I was wondering if I should colour it."

Nanami hummed and brought a hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair and tugging you closer until your chest brushed against his. "hmm? why, baby? I mean, if you want to, of course. what colour do you have in mind, hmm?" he asked, voice turning warm again as he tilted his head and nuzzled into your chest. He licked over your nipple suddenly, making you jerk slightly.

"Ahhh! nghh... uhmm... do you think I’d look prettier in blonde?"

He paused to press a kiss against your tit, then glanced up. "blonde? hmm. well, I think black suits your eyes more, makes you look soft and sweet."

Another slow lick over your nipple. "but yeah, you’d still be pretty in blonde. you’d look pretty with anything."

You blinked down at him. "Ohh... hmm... okay..."

He raised an eyebrow, then chuckled softly. "why sweetheart? did gojo ask you to colour your hair?"

You quickly shook your head, lips pressing together. Nanami smirked and leaned up to kiss your lips, a slow, lingering kiss that soothed your nerves. You gently pulled away, slipping from the bed, naked still, as your eyes caught sight of his coat on the table. You padded over, slipped it over your shoulders, and hugged the fabric close. Nanami sat up on the bed, admiring the view with a soft groan.

"Nanamin… do I look good in this?"

His eyes dragged over you hungry and admiring, as he huffed a little laugh. "In a blazer? course, yeah. you look like a boss lady who’s about to ruin a man’s life."

You blushed a little, biting your lip. "s-so… does this style suit me more?"

He narrowed his eyes, sensing the undertone in your voice. "you look good in everything, baby. no matter what you wear."

You hesitated, then mumbled, "but... do you like this type of dress more than… my usual?"

Nanami stood, walking over to you completely naked, still semi-hard and completely unbothered by it. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in. "I didn’t say that," he kissed your forehead. "I said you always look pretty. whatever you wear."

You stared up at him with wide eyes before dragging him back to bed and slowly sitting on his lap, facing him skin to skin now, his cock twitching against your thigh. You curled your arms around his neck.

"Can I ask you something again?" you asked quietly. He smirked, brushing his thumb along your jaw.

"Oh? you sure have a lot of questions tonight. come on, ask me."

"Who… was that woman?"

You tried to sound casual, keeping your tone soft, neutral. But he picked up on it right away. Nanami blinked, then gave a small exhale. "an ex-colleague. we worked together for about five years."

"Were you close with her?"

"Not really. just professional stuff. I saw her today after more than a year."

Your fingers fidgeted with the hem of the coat. "are you going to see her again?"

Nanami tilted his head slightly. "she did mention grabbing a coffee sometime to catch up. why, dear?"

You looked away. "no… nothing..."

He went quiet for a moment. The silence hung in the air before you whispered again. "..umm... nanamin?"

"Yes, love?"

You took a shaky breath. "do you like... women your age more?"

He blinked, brows furrowing, before his face broke into an incredulous little chuckle. "Ohh... so this is what it’s about, huh?"

"Wh-what—" you quickly shook your head, eyes wide and cheeks burning.

"Jealous, dear?"

"I’m not—jealous! why would I be—"

"Mmmhm." he leaned in, kissing your pout. "my pretty little girl’s all possessive for me, huh?"

You looked away again. He cradled your face with one hand and murmured, "she’s just an old friend, baby. married. has kids. even if she wasn’t—it wouldn’t matter." He pulled your face back to his. "I have you. yeah?"

You looked into his eyes, soft and hopeful. "promise?" He smiled and then bit down on your nipple without warning. "ah! nanamin!"

"Promise." He grinned, lips tugging at your sensitive flesh before letting go with a wet pop. "jealousy looks real good on you, baby..." He moved to your other nipple and sucked hard, swirling his tongue. "...but you’d look even better bouncing on my cock again, wouldn’t you?"

You slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks flushed. "don’t say that!"

He laughed against your skin, licking your palm teasingly before pulling your hand down and murmuring, "c’mon... just one more round, yeah? wanna fill you up, make sure you know who you belong to."

His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing tight. "you’re not leaving this bed till I’ve fucked that jealousy right out of you, baby."

Your breath caught in your throat as he lifted you effortlessly, lining you up on his cock again and then he paused, smirking, "still wanna question me, sweetheart? or are you ready to get fucked dumb again?"

Sevika walks around with the confidence she absolutely should have, knowing she's packing a thick, heavy, fat, girthy cock in her pants. Snatched waist, hips that sway like she knows exactly how to use it. A natural advantage that destroys you in the most delicious way.

Her bulge almost always looks like she's aroused even when she's not. The moster tucked away but undeniably there, unable to hide the sheer size of it. And when she's a little chubbed up from watching you do... well anything? She can't hide it. Has to sit down for ten minutes.

From the early days of your relationship she set rules... disguised as being for you but if she was honest they're mostly for her. No kisses longer than a peck in public, she doesn't want to be walking around visibly excited when she know people would be able to tell. On top of that you're not allowed to wearanything too sexy or pretty for the exact same reason- not unless you're willing to let her take you to the bathroom to sort the issue you created.

Sitting across from Sevika at the dinner table, there's been maybe a five to ten second pause between each and every glance you shoot her way. Your eyes will rise, settle for a moment on the delicious curve of her nose, then drop again, all while mentally telling yourself the idea is ridiculous and that she'd never think to agree to it.

It's only as you look up again that you see her watching you, her brows sitting low as she juts her chin at you. "What?"

"Nothing," you meekly mutter, your head falling.

Feeling her foot gently nudging yours, you glance up, hearing her say, "tell me,"

"It's nothing, it's stupid,"

"It can't be both, doll. What is it?"

In truth, the idea of grinding against her nose has been on your mind from the very first time she ate you out, your eyes utterly captivated by the way it pressed firm against your clit, her tongue several inches inside of you. You have tried on multiple occasions to slip yourself into just the right position, but it always ended in failure. It's the awkwardness of asking that's kept you from knowing what it would really feel like.

Pushing your food around your plate, you offer a weak shrug. Clearly unhappy by this, Sevika mutters something incoherent beneath her breath before quickly saying, "I can't help if you don't tell me what it is,"

"It's not—" You pause, unsure of how to continue. "There's nothing wrong, it's just an idea I had,"

"And you think it's stupid?"

"I think it's ridiculous," you respond, looking up at her. "I mean, there's no way you'd ever agree to it anyway so,"

Frowning at you, it's obvious by her expression alone that she doesn't intend to let it go so easily. "How can you say that when I don't even know what it is? For all you know, I might agree to it,"

"You won't,"

"Yeah?" She asks, offering an irritated tilt of her head. "Try me,"

"I—" You begin, stammering. "Well, I—"

Really, what do you have to lose?

"I want to grind on your nose," you say, so quietly that you're not even sure if she heard you.

It's her brief, surprised chuckle that tells you she did. "What?"

"I want..." Looking away, you softly mutter, "I want to grind on your nose,"

Silence. For a moment, you have to wonder if she's perhaps judging you, telling herself it's the most idiotic idea to ever come out of your mouth.

Then, offering a deep, heavy sigh, she stands from her chair, pushes her plate aside, and curls a finger at you. "Come here,"

You waste no time in standing, though you are admittedly a little shaky. In truth, you hadn't expected her to agree so easily, and so the dark look overtaking her steel grey eyes is more than enough invitation to draw you closer.

Reaching for your hip, a hand gently grips onto you, manoeuvring your body so that you're positioned against the table, your front to hers. She spends a moment like that, gently running a thumb across your hip, her eyes cast down over you. Then, without so much as a word, she strips down your bottom half, impatiently tugging clothes away until you stand half-dressed. You watch as she sinks, taking her place on her knees with both hands gently cupping the bare skin of your ass. As she exhales, you feel the warm spread of air fan out across you, creating tiny tingles yet to expand.

"Tell me something," she says, her eyelids hooded, "just how many ideas have you had? How many did you deem too ridiculous to share?"

Her voice is low, barely on the cusp of a whisper. As she speaks, there's a slight breathiness to her words, an audible swallow running down her throat. You watch as her lips part, your gaze fixated on the way her tongue dashes through them. It's only as she looks up that you think to speak.

"I think of something new each and every time I look at you,"

Her exhale is warm, long. It's as if years' worth of built-up stress is sinking, falling away from her shoulders with not one word following, telling her she must hold it for a singular moment longer. Comforted by lust, adorned in love, Sevika allows her head to fall, dipping in close enough for the curve of her nose to trace the already damp crease lining your unshaved pussy. Soft hairs brush against her skin, moved aside by the wet slip of her tongue. Ignoring your hole entirely, she pours all her adoring focus into your clit, her teeth just barely grazing along the too-sensitive hood.

Holding back a gasp, your hand moves to her shoulder, trailing up until every finger is tangled in short, dark hair. Digging your nails into her scalp, you draw her closer, silently wishing you had the confidence to beg.

Releasing your clit with a lewd pop, she feels to bare her teeth against you, as though it is truly such a challenge to part from your taste. She tilts her head up, settles the curve of her nose against you, and whispers a soft, "go for it,"

Your hips stutter, having not expected her to give in so suddenly. A frown tugs at your brows, soon followed by a sharp exhale as you push your body forward. Somewhat slick, it becomes easier and easier to glide along her, feeling the hard press of her cartilage as she moves closer. Both hands grip you so tight she's sure to leave indents in your skin, the dig of her nails so intoxicating you can't help but allow your head to weakly drop back.

"So eager," Sevika hums, pulling away for just long enough to flick her tongue across the wetness of your skin. As her nose finds home once more, she laughs against you. "So hungry,"

Your hips stagger, awkwardly rolling just enough to catch yourself on the rounded tip of her nose, breathless gasps escaping you upon every rise and fall. Though the feeling isn't as exciting as you once believed, the act in itself is so insatiably desperate that just picturing the way you look is enough to draw out a moan, your jaw heavy and slack. Were someone to walk in, see just how desperate you are to grind? You truly believe you could come at the thought.

"I— oh,"

Fully pressing herself into you, Sevika flattens her tongue against you, allowing your movements to gradually ease it inside. With every thrust, you feel her move deeper, the bridge of her nose hooked against your clit. With every eager sway of your hips, you can't help but shudder.

"We should do this more often," you breathlessly laugh, gasping as you stutter against her. "It— fuck— feels good,"

As she pulls away, she has the gall to ask, "just good?"

You squirm, your hand pressed into the back of her head. Going against your wishes, she pulls back, pushing all her weight into your palm.

"No, please don't do that," you softly whine. "Please, come back,"

Her grin is accompanied by a soft huff of amused air, her shoulders subtly jumping. "So polite," she says, her hungry eyes glancing from your pussy to your face then back again. "Eager, hungry, polite... you make it difficult to say no, you know that, baby?"

"I'd hope so," you mutter, wriggling.

She hums, the sound low and short. Then, as she stands, she hooks both hands behind your thighs, picks you up, and sets you firmly down on the table, planting both hands on either side of you. With her face within mere inches of yours, it's difficult not to notice the way her pupils expand, coming close to fully overtaking shimmering grey. Your eyes drop to her lips, taking in the uneven edges, the dark colour, the singular piercing settled beneath her bottom lip. Only as they slowly make their way back up do you pull her closer, your hands tightly tangled in her hair, wanting her, needing her to be closer. You ache to crawl within the frame of her body, tighten the cords of her being around you. To be one with her, it is your one and only goal.

"I think I'm obsessed with you," you murmur, frowning like the word just isn't strong enough. Feeling the way her hand begins to cup your bare pussy, you feel urged to whisper, "fixated,"

She says nothing, but it's almost like she doesn't need to. Entwined, you may as well be part of the same person, two pieces of one. As her fingers sink into you, encompassing your warmed flesh, you pull her close enough to kiss.

It's messy. Wet. Longing enough to draw you in, dangle you above need, your entire body overcome with shivers. It feels as though you must grip onto her, hold onto every piece of her. With every flick of her strong fingers, you sink further and further beneath an ocean of appetition, weak enough to fall against her.

"More," you whisper into her neck. "More, please, more,"

"Greedy," she mutters in your ear. "Always needing more than I give,"

"Uh-huh,"

"You want it deeper, too, baby?"

"Mhm,"

Turning her lips fully to you, hot air brushes against your skin. "Tell me properly. Use your words for me,"

"Deeper," you shakily murmur. "Please, go deeper,"

Her chuckle is an addiction, the sound taking the edge off of the world. She is the feeling of ease, the slow movement of understanding. What you want, she will give.

Urging her fingers deeper, she hooks herself against the sponge of your g-spot, quickly thrumming against it. Every hit has you jolting, both hands tightening in her hair. Words are all too quick to escape you, replaced by shocked gasps and cut-off whines. You are pitiful in her arms, needing nothing but to flood her, crave her, taste her. Just the idea of sucking on her engorged clit has you shuddering all over, icy bumps dusting your skin.

"Don't tell me you're close already," she amusedly huffs, slowing her fingers to gentle circular swipes.

"No—" You insist, though your body is quick to betray you. She can tell just by the trembling of your thighs, the sounds that escape your lips. You are within moments of crumbling beneath her touch.

"Don't lie to me, doll, I can feel you. You're fuckin' soaking,"

You know. You can hear it. The wet sloshing, the damp slap of fingers against your skin. She's forced to begin pumping in and out of you simply because she can't get a decent grip anymore. Her thumb continuously slips against your clitoris, eventually abandoning it in favour of fucking you deep. So wet she could slip her entire hand inside of you, you are forced to grip onto her as the dining table shakes, every thrust so strong the legs squeak.

"This pussy is mine, you hear me?" She mutters, her brows low with focus.

"Uh-huh,"

"Who's is it? Huh? Who's this belong to?"

"Fuck, V—"

Without a moment's warning, she stops, her fingers completely still inside of you. Jolting, you whine and gasp, wriggling and squirming on the table.

"Who's is it?" She repeats, her voice low.

"Yours," you breathlessly say.

Immediately throwing you back in, her fingers rapidly fuck in and out of you, come soaking her fingers. You're so wet you can feel the warmth dripping beneath your ass, causing you to slip across the table as she tugs you closer. Every thrust of her fingers is followed by a heavy, agitated grunt, the idea of grinding against her nose now a distant memory.

"Oh— oh—"

"You gonna come for me, baby? Huh?"

Frantically nodding, all you can think to do is grip at her, your hands finding anything they can to latch onto. Her hair, her arms, her shirt, anything and everything you can possibly touch is torn up beneath your nails, your head falling so far back it hurts. You're all too quick to give in to the feeling entirely, falling slack against the table as your feet settle beneath you. Pressing your toes into the table, you eagerly push your hips into the air, giving her the best access she can possibly get to your aching, soaking cunt.

"Please, please, please—"

Her heavy, laboured breathing is all you really need to come, but it doesn't go without the vision of her head between your legs. The idea of clenching your thighs around her, feeling the ghost of her warm tongue running up your slit... you were doomed to squirt before she even set you on this table.

Crying out, you are rendered breathless and tearful, the pleasure hitting you so strongly that it fully knocks the strength from your system. Every wave rushes through you, blood pumping so fiercely your heart is surely within moments of imploding. Heat is pooling, lust is flooding, and you can do nothing but lay here and take.

"That's it, baby," Sevika softly coaxes, riding you through the waves. "Fuck, you look so good like this,"

"I'm— it— oh my god—"

"Breathe," she quietly orders, slowly bringing her fingers to a gradual stop. "That's it."

“Hey, baby.” You wrapped both arms around Sevika’s neck.

She grunted in acknowledgement, flesh hand finding your waist immediately. She looked down, blushing when she saw your soft breasts pressing against her, although clothed she could feel exactly how soft you were.

“I need you, baby…” you murmured, your voice dropping, tone sultry.

Sevika can’t help it. Somehow you always managed to get her needy regardless of the circumstances. Sevika both hated and loved it. Her cock strained against her pants making her groan softly and bury her face in your neck for a second. You grinned, wide.

“Come fuck me… fill me up. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

She hauled you up with one arm, “is that right, sweetheart?”

“Mmm, put me down!” You laughed, legs kicking.

“No. You’re mine tonight.”

Once you’re both in bed, Sevika was already using her hands. Her metal claws were cold against your back as she made you present yourself to her in doggystyle. Your knees pressed into the plush mattress, hands kneading into the mattress. Sevika didn’t waste time to strip you off your clothes, neither did she. She unzipped herself just enough to let her cock jut out and aligned herself against your entrance.

With one grunt, Sevika slammed herself inside all the way. You moaned aloud, she grabbed the back of your head and pushed it into the pillow. You gripped the sheets tight as she started fucking you.

Every thrust was hard, battering your insides, creating a subtle imprint of her cock inside you.

“Please, ohh… oh, please! Sev—!”

Sevika smirked, deviously before leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade. “You love this, don’t you? You just want m’to use your body, huh?”

“I do, please, fuck me harder…”

Sevika’s flesh hand’s fingers dug into your skin leaving bruises all over your body. She positioned you however she wanted to, holding you down, using her size as an advantage to fuck into you.

Her cock twitched— the first gush of cum inside you made you moan loudly into the pillow. A mixture of your cum and hers trickled down your thighs messily. You grabbed the pillow harder.

“M-more, please…” You reached your hands back, and already your ass cheeks to show your asshole to her. “Here too, please…”

“My sweet wife offerin’ up so much, huh?” Sevika spat directly on your asshole and used it as lube to thumb it, circling with her thumb first before pushing it inside.

“Mmm!” your eyes squeezed shut, “Sev… I want your dick, not your fingers. Please…”

“Gotta stretch you out first.” She grunted before aligning herself against your asshole. She gently pressed in, the head of it popping past the tight ring of muscle. You whimpered softly, pussy already dripping from the idea of getting fucked in the ass.

You wanted to take her dick in your ass without squirming but you couldn’t help it. The feeling of getting your ass filled by her thick dick was too much. You whined softly and moved— Sevika grabbed you by the hip and pulled you back, shoving herself inside all the way.

Her length stretched your ass out impossibly. “Mmm! Sev! Fuck, be slow, gosh…”

Sevika chuckled, “you wanted me in here.”

You were already overstimulated but you wanted this either way. Your ass stretched around Sevika’s cock, every time she pounded inside, your walls stretched and burned with pleasure. The stinging sensation was too pleasurable, it made your cunt drip with need.

“Sevika… please, I want more, more, please.”

“Fuck.” She laughed, the sound almost cracking with need, “you’re so fuckin’ tight back here.”

“I just—” you couldn’t help clenching, “I just want you so badly. Fuuuuck!”

You squirted— a spurt of release soaked the bed.

Sevika was far from satisfied.

By the time she was done with you, your eyes were half-lidded and your brain was reduced to a mush of thoughts. Your holes were dripping with her cum, the milky liquid running down your thighs and from your slightly gaping asshole, mixing together with your slick. You felt filthy in the best way.

“You ruined me,” you muttered in a voice so small it made Sevika almost pity you. Almost.

She moved you on her lap with a smile on her lips, kissing your forehead first, then your nose, then your lips.

“Oh, my sweet wife.” She cupped your cheek with her flesh hand, “you good?”

“M’alive.”

she's here again.

it's the third time back since her first visit, and it's only been a month. she claims she's a wanderer, yet she seems to be circling you.

honestly, you don't know if you should be flattered, or worried.

she catches you staring from behind the bar. you can feel your neck heat up in embarrassment, dropping your head to focus on polishing your glasses.

from across the tavern, you can hear her book snap closed and her grunt as she stands, then the jingle decorating each of her steps as she saunters toward you.

your cowgirl.

"caught you starin'." she teases, straddling a stool across from you.

"you wouldn't have caught me if you'd actually been reading." you say. she chuckles.

"book's not as interesting as you." she says.

you huff and glare at her. it only makes her smile. she seems to know how she makes you feel. all the butterflies. "i'm an innkeeper. what's interesting about that?"

"you're a secret keeper." she says. you frown.

"a 'secret keeper'?"

"sure. 's what this whole place is about, right?" she asks, gesturing around the inn. you hum.

"so, what, you wanna know my secrets?" you ask. the woman laughs. the sound makes you smile.

"nah, darlin'. i wanna know you." you pause and study the woman across the bar from you. she's smiling wider than you've ever seen, the sweet little gap in her teeth on full display.

you've gotta be soft in the head, because this woman-- this woman who's name you don't even know, who's face matches a few wanted posters on the town's bulletin board-- she's convinced you. you believe her.

"hey." she says casually, like you aren't turning into jelly behind the bar. "you wanna meet my horse?"

you agree with a choked squeak.

the cool night air helps you gather yourself. but then she slings her arm around you and pulls you to her side.

"don't get cold." she whispers.

you warm right back up at the feeling of her warm, strong body pressed against yours.

the sun's still out, just starting to set. the stable's beside your garden, and as she walks you down the dirt path, you reach up and grab an apple off a low hanging branch. "to make a good impression." you explain. she laughs.

the horse is beautiful. you know virtually nothing about the creatures, but this one seems especially gentle. she greets her owner with a lick that topples her hat off her head, and then you with a gentle, curious sniff of the treat in your hand.

"shimmer, meet our new friend."

the horse takes the apple and huffs in what you assume is appreciation. you giggle at the ticklish feeling. "so i get to know your horse's name before yours?" you ask.

your new friend chuckles. "i was wonderin' when you'd ask."

"will you tell me?" you ask. you wouldn't ask anyone else. nobody out here wants anyone knowing their real name. they're all runaways and criminals.

shimmer licks her owner again. she's easier to read without the cowboy hat on. and for just a moment, you see all her bravado fade away, something soft taking its place.

"sevika." she whispers.

"sevika." you repeat, a smile growing on your lips at the sound. "beautiful."

"shut up." she sighs. you chuckle.

"make me."

sevika blinks. you smirk. for the first time, you think maybe you've given her butterflies.

before you can tease her about it, sevika's grabbing your waist, pulling your body flush against hers, and pinning you to the wall of shimmer's stall. half a gasp escapes your lips before she's pressing her mouth against yours, much gentler than you expected. it's almost nervous. it's sweet.

shimmer quickly starts trying to join the kiss with her own licks against sevika's head. sevika pulls back to scold her, but you secretly thank the horse for giving you a moment to catch your breath.

when sevika turns back around, you try to straighten up, like you aren't melting. she smiles at you like she knows you are.

"wanna go for a ride?" she asks.

you blink. "...like a horse ride or...?"

sevika cackles and darts forward to kiss you again.

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Wash those dishes that were in the sink this morning, take out the trash, fold your laundry…

The list goes on and on, and you sigh, preparing yourself for a long night.

When you make it to your front door, you fish your keys out of your purse and push inside, closing and locking the door behind you.

You drop your bag on the entryway table and start moving down the hallway, but something stops you in your tracks. The smell of… cooking?

No, that can’t be right.

You’re sure that you didn’t make anything that could account for the smell, and Sevika had told you that she was working late at the bar again tonight. Could it be an intruder?

The thought alone was ridiculous. Any intruder that seemingly left everything in its place while also whipping up some deliciously smelling food would always be welcome in your home.

So, you decide to investigate the smell, mostly to prove that you weren’t going insane.

When you turn the corner into the kitchen, you stop in your tracks again.

Sevika stands in front of the stove, back turned to you and seemingly unaware of your presence. You watch her for a moment, starstruck.

Finally, you take a few steps forward, clearing your throat. In front of you, Sevika jumps a bit and whirls around. When she sees you, though, she relaxes.

“Shit, you scared me,” she says, her voice quiet. “How was work, baby?”

You don’t reply, instead moving closer to Sevika and falling into her arms. Closing your eyes, you melt into her, letting her hold you upright.

“Rough day?”

You nod into Sevika’s chest. “I’m so tired,” you whisper.

“Yeah, I thought you’d be,” Sevika replies, tightening her grip on your waist. Then, she starts guiding you out of the kitchen and down the hallway towards the bathroom.

There’s a moment where you just stare up at Sevika, confused, but you let her lead you anyways. When she pushes the door open, you find your answer.

The bathtub is filled with water, and you can still see the steam rising off of the surface. There’s a few bubbles lining the edge of the tub, and when you inhale, the scent of lavender fills your senses.

It’s enough for you to tear up.

You quickly wipe your face, turning and hugging Sevika close.

“You didn’t have to do this,” you mumble into her neck, hands tangled in her hair.

“Sure, but I knew you’d be tired,” Sevika responds gently, petting the top of your head with her flesh hand. “It’s the least I could do for you, love.”

Whether from emotions or sheer exhaustion, your lower lip starts to quiver, and you can feel tears start to prick at your eyes again. You pull away from Sevika and start to undress, leaving your discarded clothes in a neat pile on the tile floor.

Sevika watches you but doesn’t say anything. Once you step closer to the tub, though, she holds out a hand to help you down into the water. Of course, it’s the perfect temperature.

She always knew what you needed.

“I’ll be back in about twenty minutes, okay? The pasta is almost done,” Sevika says quietly, turning and leaving without another word.

You nod, closing your eyes and sinking lower into the hot water. It seems to soak into your bones, relieving days-old tension in seconds.

In the process, a few stray tears leak out of your eyes, mixing with the bathwater. You don’t move to wipe them, instead just leaving them to flow down your face.

After what feels like a few seconds, you jolt awake at the sound of the door opening. You look towards the noise, finding Sevika standing there with a small smile on her face.

“Did you fall asleep?”

“Uh, I guess so,” you reply, looking around. Sure enough, the water is cool to the touch, and when you check the time, twenty minutes have passed.

“Well, dinner is ready whenever you are,” Sevika eventually says. “Are you hungry?”

You nod, moving to pull yourself out of the water. “Yeah, I… I’ll be in there in a second,” you murmur, stepping out onto the bath mat.

Like before, Sevika doesn’t linger, somehow sensing your need for a bit of alone time. After thoroughly drying yourself with a towel, you wrap it around your body and pad down the hallway into yours and Sevika’s room.

When you emerge, you’re wearing a pair of loose shorts and one of Sevika’s old shirts. You make your way into the kitchen, finding Sevika spooning some sort of pasta into two bowls.

She glances over her shoulder and smiles at you warmly before speaking. “Go sit down. I’ll bring it to you.”

You don’t argue, turning and walking to the dining room table. You take your seat and watch as Sevika finishes her task. Once she does, Sevika carries the two bowls to the table and sets each in front of your respective chairs.

She sits down next to you, watching as you take your first bite of the food.

“This is really good, baby,” you say after swallowing.

“Yeah, is it really? I tried a new recipe.”

You nod, taking another bite. A comfortable silence covers the two of you as you eat, and after a couple of minutes, Sevika stands up and grabs both of your empty bowls. You follow her to the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she rinses them in the sink.

“I thought you were working late tonight,” you say quietly, reaching out and gently touching Sevika’s back.

“I got off early because one of the new guys wanted to switch shifts,” Sevika explains, turning off the water and turning her body to face you. “I didn’t really want to be there anyways.”

“And why’s that?”

“Well, I had better things to be doing,” Sevika whispers, stepping forward into your space. “Like coming home and getting things ready for you.”

You crack a small, exhausted smile. “You’re too sweet to me,” you murmur in response.

“No, I’d argue that I’m not sweet enough to you,” Sevika responds, pulling you into her.

You roll your eyes, but you wrap your arms around her neck nonetheless.

“Also, is that my shirt?”

Nodding, you rest your head against Sevika’s chest. “Yeah, all my good sleep shirts are in my laundry.”

“You mean the laundry that I folded earlier?”

You pull back slightly, looking Sevika in the eyes. “You folded my laundry?”

“If you’re talking about the stuff that was in the washer, yeah. I folded it.”

Apparently, clean laundry was the final straw.

Like before, tears start streaming down your face. However, this time they’re accompanied by exhausted sobs and noisy sniffles.

“Oh, baby,” Sevika whispers, picking you up into her arms. “You’re so tired, aren’t you?”

Through your cries, you nod, not even complaining about Sevika babying you like you normally would. She carries you to the bedroom and places you down on the bed, maneuvering your body under the covers.

“It’s not too bad,” your friend said, looking down slowly to register your shoes, “maybe you shouldn’t have worn those heels?”

“Girl,” you scoffed, “my heels are basically a part of me!”

“Okay, geez—sorry…”

“It’s fine. Oh my gosh, look at those goats. They’re so cute!”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to—”

Too late.

Although, you were wearing heels, you were pretty fast in them as you bolted over to the goats. One of them lazily bleated and rubbed its face on your legs. It made you shiver a little, but in only a few seconds you already had your phone out.

“Y’do realise goats ain’t there for pictures, right?”

You looked over—there she was.

Sevika.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Sun-tanned. Leaning against the fence like she owned the entire county. A worn cowboy hat shaded sharp grey eyes that seemed entirely unimpressed by your existence.

Sevika pushed off the fence.

“College group?” she walked towards you and the other students slowly, as if she was sizing you up.

“Unfortunately.”

“Mm.”

You raised a brow. “That’s all you have to say?”

“What else d’you want me to say?” she looked you up and down, “... y’showed up to a ranch in high heels.”

“Yeah, aren’t they pretty?”

“They’re sinkin’ in the dirt.”

You looked down. She was absolutely right. And that annoyed you for whatever reason.

“I…—” you didn’t even know what to say, your brain stupidly blanked.

Sevika rolled her eyes and then sighed deeply like you were some sort of inconvenience—that only made you more flustered, “come with me.” she drawled.

“I’m fine—!” You shifted your weight, one heel digging deeper in the dirt— “okay, maybe I’m not fine. I’m coming…”

“Thought so.”

The way she said it irritated you immediately.

You carefully pulled your heel free with an undignified squelch and hurried after her. She led you to a shed where there was a bunch of equipment, most of which you didn’t recognise or understand. She handed you a pair of worn boots.

“No.”

Sevika groaned, “don’t make me make you wear them.”

You huffed a loud, spoiled sigh. “They don’t match my outfit.”

“Not everythin’s a fashion show.”

“You’re—”

“Put. Them. On.”

You couldn’t protest further. Sevika looked a few more words away from actually pulling you over her lap and forcing the boots on you. So, reluctantly, you obeyed, switching out your heels for the boots that immediately felt a lot more comfortable to stand in.

Sevika watched you adjusting your step for a second, then turned, “don’t be wearin’ crap like that again.”

“You could be a little nicer,” you muttered.

She turned to give you a look.

You gave her a mocking sweet smile, “are all ranch workers grumpy like you?”

“Yeah, when they meet spoiled little city princesses like you.”

You both walked out in the sun again, you looked over at her, noticing the way she carried herself with a sense of familiarity that you could only wish you had.

You cleared your throat.

“So what’s your name?”

“Sevika.”

You nodded, “okay… cool.” A pause. “Aren’t you gonna ask me for my name—?”

“City girl.”

“That’s not my name.”

“It is now.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Thanks.”

—

The sun seemed like it had a personal enmity with you today of all days. You hated how hot it was as you listened to the guide and took notes on whatever assignment it was that got you and your peers dragged out to the country side.

When you looked to your side, you noticed it—a horse. A large chestnut horse. Before you could stop yourself, you were already walking towards it.

“Oh my gosh, aren’t you the sweetest thing ever?” You cooed.

The horse shoved its enormous nose directly into your shoulder. You laughed. Sevika stopped walking and stared. For the first time since meeting her, something shifted in her expression.

“You’re smiling,” you said without looking.

Sevika’s eyes widened slightly and she looked away, “y’don’t know that.”

“Sure. What do you know anyway?”

“I know how fuckin’ hard it is out here workin’ while rich spoiled kids like you go about makin’ everythin’ ‘bout how exhausted y’all are.”

You stopped petting the horse abruptly and looked at her, “you think we’re on some kind of vacation?”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed, “like you’d know what real work’s like. Bet you a hundred bucks you ain’t worked a single damn day of your life.”

“I’m sorry, but who exactly do you think you are to be judging me like that? You don’t even know my name.”

“City girl.”

That almost made you laugh. Not because of how rude she was. But because she was so stubborn and you almost found it adorable.

“Who’s got you all mad?” you asked.

Sevika’s eyes twitched. “Don’t even—”

“We can talk,” you went back to petting the horse, “you sound like you need to let off some heat.”

—

Soon you’d found out she was just needy. Horny. Sexually frustrated. That’s how you both ended up at her cabin, tangled up together in bed.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” she murmured as she kissed you, her hand holding the side of your neck possessively.

“I guess city life’s taught me some shit after all, hmm?”

“Don’t get cocky.”

You giggled, “oh, I very much will.”

You carefully positioned yourself against Sevika’s naked frame, her scarred brown skin warm against your own as you pressed your soaking wet cunt against hers. She looked down where you were touching her.

“This is very intimate…”

You grinned. “Are you complaining?”

“No…”

“Y’know for someone who was being so hot and rude earlier, you’ve gotten pretty quiet.”

“I’m—”

You moved, catching her off-guard. The moment your vulva rubbed against hers, her sensitive engorged clit touched received friction making her moan loudly. She grabbed her mouth with her hand to try to keep herself from moaning, but the way her eyes squeezed shut…

You knew she was enjoying this more than she wanted to admit.

You bit your bottom lip hard as you ground your hips back, rubbing yourself on her faster. Sevika’s thighs were already quivering from how intense the pleasure was. She rolled her hips back, finding a rhythm that worked best for both of you.

You could see the way she was trying her best not to make any more sounds, but it didn’t really help. Whines and moans mixed in the air. Your face was flushed, pussy soaked against hers.

You could see your wetness mixing with hers.

It was so fucking lewd.

But also additive at the same time.

Then suddenly—you felt Sevika’s clit twitch against your pussy and then it happened. A wet gush of liquids soaked both you, her and the bedding. She made a small embarrassed sound and tried to pull away—you rubbed yourself down harder, pinning her down with your legs entangled with hers.

She couldn’t squirm away even if it was overstimulating her poor pussy.

She gasped softly as she came again, and this time you did too.

You moved away slowly, “you good, cowgirl?”

She huffed a laugh, “m’fine.”

“Good,” you reached close, pressing your drenched naked body against hers, “I was starting to think I exhausted you already.”

“Nothing…” you look back at Mira, “we still on for the weekend?”

“Hell yeah,” Mira smiles, “you want a ride home?”

“Yeah… that’d be nice.”

You both walk over to the car together, Sevika’s got the window rolled down with one arm resting on it with a gentle smile on her dark lips. Fuck, how the fuck does she look so good? Isn’t she in her forties?

“Hi, mom,” Mira opens the door, “this is my friend.”

She introduces you briefly and climbs into the passenger seat. You follow her into the car and Sevika smiles warmly, checking you out through the rearview mirror.

“Mira speaks a lot about you,” Sevika drawls, “you’re prettier than she mentioned.”

Mira giggles, “yeah, she’s got guys going crazy for her.”

Sevika raises a brow, “are you dating anyone?” She asks you.

You feel your stomach twist, you swallow thickly and answer, “no, ma’am.”

You can see the way amusement lingers in Sevika’s eyes— as if she merely finds it funny but she doesn’t comment. She keeps driving— and God, you’re staring at how fucking veiny her forearms look.

You can’t help the way your eyes wander. You know this is wrong.

She’s your best friend’s mom, for fuck’s sake, but you can’t help it…

—

Since then whenever you’ve been hanging out with Mira, you always see Sevika from the corner of your eyes. Whenever she’s at home, she’s working and fuck she looks so good when she’s on call, yelling at some poor guy for his incompetence.

“Are you okay? You seem a bit distracted,” Mira says finally, putting the controller down.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say quickly, almost defensive, “just thirsty.”

“Get some water then,” Mira says, picking up the controller again, “y’know where it is.”

“Yeah,” you got up, “be back in a bit.”

You walk over to the kitchen and a big part of you wants to look for Sevika but you constantly remind yourself that’s your best friend’s mom. You’re not about to flirt with a woman twice your age.

“What’re you lookin’ for sweetie?” Her voice calls out. You almost get goosebumps from how honeyed her voice sounds. Something about it makes your pussy clench around absolutely nothing. You’re so easy for her.

“Nothing,” you say quickly, “just… water.”

Sevika smiles almost too sweetly and walks towards you in two easy strides. She reaches down, giving you a perfect view of her cleavage from the deep cut of her shirt— then hands you a water bottle.

You’re flustered. You’re sure your face is red.

“You okay?” She asks, a knowing twinkle behind her annoyingly beautiful silver eyes.

“M’fine,” you take a sip of the water, avoiding eye contact.

Sevika turns to leave, then stops and looks at you, “Oh, and word of advice, sweetie… next time you wanna check someone out, make sure you’re not too obvious.”

You’re in so much trouble…