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His death was a relief, honestly. She never liked the man even if he was her blood. It was the only thing they shared, not their view on morals or lack of on his behalf. So when the letter came in the mail of his passing and that he'd left the ranch she grew up in to her... it almost got torn to shreds.

Against her nature though she decided to move, all the way from the east to the South West.

The ranch was the same as she remembered, only more lived in and worn down. Left the way her father left it the ranch scattered with dirty coffee mugs and stained flooring. Windows left open a crack and the door to farmland outback still stubborn as horse shit to open. This was home... despite all the nightmares that lingered.

People further West were different, louder, rougher, quite frankly rude. And no one seems to bat an eye at it. Walking through town and seeing men brawling outside the saloon at 2pm was apparently normal considering nobody stepped in, not a word spoken. The law was stricter in the East- clearly.

Sevika didn't come into town much over the two months she's been here, mainly coming into town to go to the store or tailors.

"You took it didn't ya? You little shit!"

"No! No I swear mister I ain't taken nothin'!"

Those two voices down the alley caught her attention, the first slurred most likely drunk. The other younger, far younger, it didn't have the gruffness of a grown man yet. At the thought of a kid being in trouble her feet move before her brain has time to second guess itself.

As she'd thought the drunken man had the boy -no older than fourteen- up against the wall of what she's made out to be the saloon, arms across the boy's throat drunkenly accusing the lad of stealing his wallet. "Alright let 'im go. You scared the lad enough."

The minute she puts a hand on his shoulder he shrugs it off and focuses his drunken irritation on her. "He stole my wallet, stay outta this." The threat was weak, so was his body by the looks of it. Swaying side to side, a man who can't hold his liquor.

Without much thought Sevika grabs the scruff of his collar and hauls him towards her, face to face her voice drops quiet- not quiet enough though as the terrified teen can still hear her. "I can promise I hit harder than you. Leave the kid alone, mister and get the hell outta here."

He considers whether it's worth it and decides against it once his eyes actually focus on Sevika. Rough, calloused hands for working. Talk, taller than him by a few inches and a scowl that could make a grown man weep. "Fine. Fine but tell that kid to stay outta my god damn way!"

With a scoff he pushes Sevika off him and scrambles off like a frightened rat. Good.

"You steal it, kid?" She asks as she takes the cigarette from behind her ear and lights it. At first boy shakes his head, adamant he hadn't... it only takes one raised eyebrow for his facade to crumble.

"Yeah... my mama needs it." He admits like it's something to be ashamed of. Though most people down here weren't doing well, or they spent it all on gambling, women or booze.

"Wait 'til they're passed out next time boy." With a nod she leaves him. People did what they had too, it wasn't her business the least she could do was teach him proper.

Smoke curled around her nostrils, blending with the dust in the air kicked up by horses along the road as she passed the saloon. There was no reason for her to go in, she had drink at home and at least then she wouldn't be pestered, bothered by the constant noise and nagging of others... but something inside her pulled her in. Her feet carried her along again before her brain could stop her.

What was with her today? First she was saving little thieves and now she was willing to put herself in the company of others.

As soon as the swinging doors opened the once quiet, easily ignored blare of the live band was now intolerable. Far too loud, far too cheery for Sevika's liking.

This whiskey better be worth it.

At first glance Sevika hadn't noticed you, nor on her second glance of the place. With your corset tight and squeezing your ribs together you blended in with all the other working girls mingling, hoping to reel in a customer to take him upstairs.

You noticed Sevika though, she was hard to miss.

Broad shoulders stretching her jacket taunt, inches taller than the average man you've ever seen in this establishment. Every item of clothing from her shirt to her pants looked as if they were about to burst at the seams- painfully obvious it was from how muscular she was. Mystery woman was your target for tonight... maybe she'd come from out of town? Or she's new in town as you've never seen her in here before.

Most men are pigs, treating you like nothing but a warm hole to fuck and throw money at. Every so often you'd get the odd respectable man... as respected as they could be picking up a working girl in a small town saloon.

And your chance was gone.

Tilly, another working girl, had already slid into the chair next to Sevika, pawing at her bicep, probably winning her over by inflating her ego- it usually worked even if you told a lie or two. However the woman who looked far too tall to be sat in said chair couldn't be any more nonchalant if she tried... in fact you only just realised you were staring.

She was staring right back.

What Sevika told herself would be one drink, turned two, then three. By the fourth she was practically begging you with her eyes to come over and put her out of her misery. Tilly had long gone, moved onto customers more willing to pay and since your staring match you'd hadn't let yourself get any closer to her in fear of the same rejection.

Drinking on the job was ill advised, it lowered ambitions and if you ever needed quick reflexes alcohol would be sure to slow those down.. but you needed a shot or two to prepare yourself for almost certain rejection... maybe. Each time you do sneak a glance at the mysterious woman her eyes are already on you -not your body- you. It was refreshing that somebody seemed more interested in you rather than your body, which was incredible. God had definitely favored you in creation.

"I don't bite darlin', unless you want me to." You'd only risked walking past and close to her table, you hadn't expected her to be the one to make the first move. Let alone be so... forward.

"I'm afraid bitin' isn't permitted honey, might scare off my next client." Instead of taking the seat next to her you prop your hips against the table edge, tracing a finger around the rim of her whiskey.

"No marks allowed, huh? What if I want to keep you all for myself? You're... a sight for sure darlin'." Her head tilts and her lips tug up into an infuriatingly attractive smirk. Was she implying she wanted to keep you? A working girl turned domestic?

That was fantasy for the likes of women like you. 'Ruined' 'Loose' 'Whore'... you weren't housewife material. "I ain't the kinda woman you want to make a wife of, honey-"

Overhearing the conversation a man from the next table over chimes in unwanted. "Damn right you ain't, your place is in here ain't it sweet thing? Only thing you know is bein' a whore."

Silently, without a single word, a single breath Sevika has him pinned to the table, her hand encompassing the back of his neck as his cheeks smushes against the sticky table. "One more word boy. One more disrespectful comment and I'll make sure you get hung for the whole of town to see. You hear?"

His cocky grin is replaced with a small whimper of pain, the sharp waves shooting through his neck as she keeps him pinned, waiting for a response. "Y-yes ma'am. Loud and clear- h-heard!"

"Good. Now disappear before I do it for ya." As soon as her hand lets up he's on his feet and running for the hills. Though Sevika's hands don't stay empty for long, instead she fills them with the plump flesh of your hips.

"Can't stop lookin' at you sugar. I'll make you a housewife. I promise ya that... say yes."

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From what was a hesitant, almost certain to be regretted night in town turned out to be one of the best she's had in a long time. And the most pleasurable.

It would've been easier and a lot quicker for Sevika to take you upstairs in the saloon and have her way with you... though that wasn't what this was. She wasn't paying you and you weren't leaving her once the deed was done. Which is how you ended up in her bed, in her ranch, in her sheets.

"Arghh jesus christ darlin'-" the warm, wet heat of your cunt wrapped around her was pure heaven, one of the best feelings she'd felt in... years. Each drag and roll of your hips sunk her deeper into your warmth, her cock twitching each time your sweet little pussy pulsed around her like it was meant to be there.

"Feels so good honey... so so good..." With your arms around her neck and Sevika's hands on your hips -her favourite place- you used her as leverage to bounce up and down, taking her deep each time.

Seviak wasn't small in any sense of the word, the bulbous, thick head of her cock nudged and teased that sweet spot inside you everytime. Unable to control herself, her hips would buck up to meet yours, forcing herself further into your warm heat. The slick, wet squelch of your pussy sucking her in was obscene, sou loud you'd definitely be embarrassed if you weren't so fucked stupid on her cock. Your pussy weeps and leaks around her, dribbling your arousal onto every inch of skin from her lower stomach to her thighs.

"That's it darlin'. Mark what's yours." Sevika's hands slide from your hips to your ass, spreading your cheeks wider as she guides you up and down when she notices your pace starting to falter. "I got ya, darlin'. Just like that- atta girl..."

Taking control her hips start to move, from uncontrollable twitches to precise, punishing thrusts. Adding to the pure pleasure that is Sevika your hands move to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers as the plump flesh jiggles and bounces with every one of Sevika's forceful thrusts.

In such a short amount of time you were dangerously close, being a working girl sex was a constant thing though it was never in your favor. Those men never, ever took your pleasure into account and Sevika was putting it on a pedestal like it was more important than hers. Every sorce of pleasure thatshe could give you- she was. So lost in grinding down on her and playing with yourself you hadn't even realised one of Sevika's hands had slipped between your thighs to thumb your clit.

Her touch was gentle but firm, the exact right amount of pressure in the exact right spot... your orgasm was ripped from you, stolen in the best way possible. "Ohhh my g-god!" Your trembling thighs clench around hers even as she bucks up into you desperately chasing her own release which was on the brink.

The way your pussy was strangling and pulsing around her shaft, coaxing her orgasm out was too much. Too good. What was she holding out for? Nothing, absolutely nothing has felt this good in so long, so she allows herself to let go, to give it to you. "Gonna knock you up pretty, get you nice 'n round for me darlin'."

Her hand cups your jaw, forcing your eyes to lock on hers as her hips twitch, unloading herself inside you. The warmth spreads through you like a wildfire, unable to be taken back. You were hers now that much was clear. Sevika meant what she said when she told you she'd make a housewife out of you. "Atta girl... take it for me. My pretty girl doin' so good... there we go."

As you come down her hand slides from your jaw, down your collarbone and your spine brushing over every hard ridge. "Gotta get you fed darlin' far too brittle ain't ya? Need my darlin' healthy."

Burying your face into her neck you nod, not moving off her, not wanting to break the moment. Sevika only held you close, making no move to push you off or throw cash at you and kick you out. Maybe it was foolish to think she won't be like the rest of them... but it's worth a shot.

Right?

She didn’t mean to lose control and you knew it, you told her over and over that it was okay, and you understood. Tonight, she didn’t want to fuck you like she had yesterday night because of how awfully sore she’d left you.

“Hey,” you cupped her face with both hands, “you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But we know you get violent if your libido isn’t… taken care of.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I know.”

“What do we do then?”

“I don’t know…”

You reached down. Sevika watched as you settled between her legs. She was laid on the bed, back propped up using some pillows. She stared as you tugged her belt off and slid her pants down just enough to let her throbbing cock out. Your hand held the shaft and you licked the tip.

“You’re so hard.” You whispered.

“Ain’t that obvious?” Sevika grumbled as she watched you carefully licking her precum off her dick.

You wrapped your lips around it with utmost care and slowly let your head sink down on her length, taking more and more until half of her cock was buried in your mouth. She was thicker than she was lengthier and that’s what made it hard to breathe around her dick when sucking it.

Sevika groaned, head thrown back from the pleasure. Your warm, wet mouth felt like heaven on her cock.

You slipped it in deeper. Her body jolted a little when the bulbous head of her dick hit the back of your throat. You were already drooling around her dick.

You deepthroated her, closing your eyes as you did. Sevika’s lips were parted but not a single proper sound made it out. Her body had tensed from the pleasure. You could feel the tension in her thighs as you gripped them. She was so muscular, so big, so intimidating— but all it took was your mouth on her dick to have her so fucking vulnerable.

It was almost comical.

It didn’t take too many pumps. Sevika had been stressed out and pent up. The moment her cock head hit the back of your throat a couple times, Sevika let out a small, breathless moan and came down your throat.

But that wasn’t it.

It was the knot. Her knot flared, sealing your mouth locked around her cock in the process. You choked on her cum, eyes wide with newly formed tears trickling down now. Your cheeks flushed.

“Nnngh—!?”

You couldn’t speak. Your sounds came muffled. Sevika quickly reached down, but she couldn’t part you both. Her knot would take a little time to go down.

“Sorry…—”

You shook your head slightly, and showed a thumbs up with your hand. Sevika sighed.

“Didn’t know it would—”

Your tongue circled her tip. She gasped, “fuck! Fuck!”

Having never done this before you let her take the lead, guiding you through it. When her pants are down enough to free her the heavy, thick length of her cock slaps against her lower stomach leaving trails of pre cum over the happy trail.

At the sight of it your eyes widen a little, looking a little intimidated and that only makes her throb even harder. The head was bulbous, almost thicker than her actual shaft, red and angry demanding attention. "Stay still pretty... there we go that's my girl."

She taps the head of her cock on your awaiting tongue, letting the beads of clear liquid dissolve on your tongue to give you a taste. Her groan of need mixes with your happy little noise when taste her. Musky, salty, a little gross but that was kinda why you liked it...

Unable to hold back much longer, with one hand wrapped around the base she threads her other through your hair, feeding the tip fully into your mouth. "Wrap your lips around it- yeahhh just like that pretty fuck..." her own hand around her cock makes it look an almost... average size though its far from it. Everything about Sevika was huge, that much was clear with the way your jaw ached already.

As the warm, wet heat of you mouth envelopes her shaft, the veins throb and pulse as you experimentally suck, hollowing out your cheeks. "My god you're good at this..." she groans, hips twitching up with need feeding you more of her cock which you take eagerly even as you gag slightly.

With her encouragement you keep going, not worrying about gagging or getting messy as her hand guides your head, bobbing it up and down, up and down on her cock. Drool escapes leaking from the corners of your wide stretched mouth, dribbling down her shaft and gathering at the base- neither of you care.

Sevika had been waiting for so long, waiting for you to be ready. She promised herself if and when she ever manged to have you she'd hold out, manage to last longer than a few minutes though your sloppy, uncoordinated sucking was almost better than a woman practised and trying.

That was her downfall. Whatever you did it had her cock twitching in the warm heaven that was your mouth.

Holding back as much as she can her hips buck, desperate to fuck her cock deep down your throat though she's good. She holds back... until you look up at her with those glassy, teary fucked-out eyes.

As she lets go the salty, musky taste of her gets more pungent, trickling down your throat as you suck and swallow down as much as possible. Sevika fucks up into your mouth, keeping your head still as she drains her orgasm into your willing mouth. "Fuuuck pretty girl... such a good girl..."

Right then and there Sevika knew she was never letting you go. She'd take 1000 messy, uncoordinated blow job's from you with you looking up ather like she hung the moon over the girls from the brothel.

You were hers now. Whether you wanted to be or not.

For an embarrassingly long time you rejected her, always turning down her advances despite knowing what she did to you that very first night... and how much you enjoyed it. The past two months though you stayed, having nowhere else to go this was your best option and yet despite her crude remarks and musky scent -which never went away even when she showered in dingy motel rooms- you stayed.

"One room, double bed." The clerk at the desk of said dusty, dingy motel just off the highway barely lifts his head as he grabs a room key and takes Sevika's money.

"Upstairs, last door on the left." Taking the key she swings it around her finger before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs- which she takes two at a time. If you were being kidnapped or held against your will that clerk would have zero clue. Terrible customer service. "Looks like you're sharin' with me dollface."

"I told you to stop calling me that." With exaggerated annoyance you rip your hand from hers, trying to prove the point that you still 'didn't like her'. Even though Sevika has climbed into that sleeper and used your body while your 'asleep' multiple times and you never stop her.

"Why would I stop? Your face gets all scrunchy when I do. It's adorable."

"My face does not get 'scrunchy' thank you very much!!"

"Tell that to your nose. Right now. It's all srunched up and adorable... like a feisty mouse." Just to prove her point Sevika boops your nose. This huge, 6ft something tall, intimidating yet kind of soft, infuriating woman just booped your nose.

"I- you-"

"Feisty mouse." She grins, unlocking the door and ushering you out of the hallway and into the room.

It was going to be a long night, you knew that purely from the way the lights flickered, the bed looked like it was wobbling on one leg and the wallpaper was stained with... something. "This place is gross."

"Beggars can't be choosers, dollface." Your head whips around to tell her off for calling you that but the shit eating grin on her face says it all. She knows exactly what she's doing and nothing you do will stop her.

Yeah. A long, very long night this would be.

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That bed that looked like it was about to break? Now it felt like it was about to break too. With your face pressed into the sheets -which your positive hadn't been washed- Sevika plows into you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair at the scalp with her other free hand on your hip squeezing and kneading the flesh there. "Jesus christ you always feel so good doll..."

Sevika had showered first, leaving you to only get half of a shower before the water ran cold, leaving you freezing- nipples rock hard and body shivering. Was it Sevika's plan so that she could help 'warm you up'? Sure. Did it work? Absolutely.

The obscene 'plap plap plap' of her pelvis hitting the soft flesh of your cheeks with each thrust bounces off the walls, the paper thin walls which almost guarantees that anyone in adjoining rooms could hear you. "S-sevika not so h-hard..." weakly your hands push at her lower stomach, trying to calm her thrusts or slow her down but it's no use she's a well oiled machine from having you around so much- you made the monster now you have to deal with it.

"None 'a that dollface-" her grunts grow huskier, deeper as her hips continue to plow her thick, girthy cock into your cunt which is absolutely betraying you with how sloppy it is and how you tighten around her each time she hits that spot.

Gripping your wrists with one hand Sevika pins them to your lower back rendering you useless, unable to do anything but take it now. Every pump of her hips encourages the already-squeaky bed legs to creak and shake under the weight of both of you and the rapid movement, threatening to collapse beneath you. Sevika is too blissed out in your cunt to care, reveling in the way you walls grip her cock like a velvet sleeve and you're far too gone to be worrying about it- drool forming at the corner of your permanently open mouth, staining the already questionable bedspread.

"Best ah- best fucking pussy I've ever felt." Her hand tightens around your wrist as she grows closer to her orgasm, embarrassingly quickly. Despite having you around for a few weeks and taking what she needs when she needs it Sevika still isn't used to having such a pretty thing available whenever she needs it. For years she's sat alone fucking her grease stained fist for a mediocre release out of necessity.

You were heaven. Sevika's heaven. And there was no chance she was letting you go anytime soon.

Every thrust, every creak of the bed leg only fuels Sevika's feral need for you. There's something about you -young, pretty, so fucking willing- that gets her off like nobody has before. Younger and in her prime she had no trouble with women though growing older and being out on the road put a pin in that... until you came along like an angel sent from the heavens above.

"Gonna fill you up doll... god this pussy is fuckin' perfect..." her moans and groans mingle with your own whines and cries of pleasure as her hips stutter, pace faltering as she finally lets go, releasing the pent up frustration from the past couple of days directly into your warm, open and willing womb.

Feeling the spread of warmth seep into your tummy your body betrays you and you finally allow yourself to let go- to stop holding back and pretending you don't like what she does to you. Pulsing and tightening around her invading shaft your cunt pulses and milks her cock unknowingly making Sevika cum again still buried deep inside. "Jesus christ dollface... keep doin' that and I'll never let you go."

Staying buried deep Sevika manhandles you so that you're both lay down, her spooning you from behind, pressing soft, unexpected kisses to your sweaty skin. "You... weren't going to let me go... anyway." You feel the curve of her lips against you back, confirming your statement without a word.

"No. It's far too lonely out here without you, doll. Need my girl to keep me entertained."

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You're not quite sure when you and Sevika officially started dating.

It happened much like your first kiss— spontaneous, but still entirely inevitable. The kiss shared in her doorway became a kiss on your temple to greet you, hands held whenever you strolled the streets of The Lanes, a spare toothbrush in her bathroom, and the right side of her closet dedicated to your clothes.

And now, you're sprawled out in her bed, watching the morning sun catch the copper metal of her left arm as she pads around the room, getting ready for work.

"You still good to pick Isha up from school?" She muses, feeding a leather belt through the belt loops of her slacks. "No worries if not. Don't want you to feel like that's something you're responsible for."

You softly smile, nuzzling against her pillow.

"I don't mind at all," you reply, voice still thick with sleep. "Jus' feel bad they're keeping you so late. Three hours for a meeting is—"

"Fucking ridiculous," she suddenly spits, looking at you.

You chuckle as she huffs, now fastening her watch onto her wrist.

"I'll tell you what," she continues, "I've never taken a sick day in my life. But a meeting 'til seven o'clock in the evening?"

She walks over to you, interrupting her own train of thought to press a kiss to your forehead before continuing,

"I almost said 'fuck it' and submitted the PTO last night."

"Not too late to call out," you suggest, pulling her in for a kiss that's slow, lazy, and clearly meant to escalate.

But that's the thing.

The two of you haven't had sex yet.

You've never had sex at all.

And Sevika insists that your first time should be more than a frantic quickie.

"You're so chivalrous," you always tell her.

"If I'm not chivalrous, I'm dead," she always replies.

But it's moments like these— moments where she pulls away from a kiss with swollen lips and a hungry gaze— that you wish she'd throw chivalry to the wind and ravage you.

But, alas. She insists on an ordeal. And, unfortunately, there isn't much time for ordeals when there are jobs to work, errands to run, and a six-year-old to take care of.

So, you relent once she says she's going to be late, and watch with a pout as she makes her way toward the bedroom door.

"Don't have too much fun without me," she jokes, one foot already in the hallway.

You snort. "My hand is already halfway down my pants, dude."

She barks out a laugh, shutting the door behind her before making her way down the hall.

You listen closely to boots growing farther and farther away.

You sit up to make sure you catch the sound of the front door being locked from the outside.

And as soon as you hear it,

You're falling onto your back. Pulling out your phone. Reaching for your earbuds.

Watching porn at eight in the morning is certainly not among your proudest moments, but, hey, at least you aren't watching it out loud through your phone's speakers. Pilties aren't the only people with decorum…

You navigate to the page of a couple you've admittedly grown slightly emotionally attached to, and sigh in relief as you reach down to press against the ample arousal already dampening your underwear.

It isn't Sevika's hand tracing circles over your clothed clit. It isn't her above you, stealing your breath away, pressing kisses to lips, your jaw, your collar bone, before trailing down, down, down to the heat between your thighs.

But, Janna, she's all you can think about. Even with the vision of melding bodies and the sounds of their coupling playing on your phone. Especially when you roll your head to the side, press your face into Sevika's pillow, and all you can smell is her.

The jasmine-scented shampoo she hates the smell of, but won't throw away because it'd be a waste. The sea salt and cedar soap you gifted her last year, which she claims is too fancy, but keeps replacing.

You can practically smell her stepping out of the shower now. You can see it, too; steam wafting in from the bathroom, Sevika stepping out in nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around her waist, droplets of water beading on bronze skin, her fingers combing strands of dark, wet hair out of her face—

You press your thighs together.

The pressure isn't enough.

So, all of a sudden, you're snatching her pillow out from under your head, rolling onto your side, trapping it in between your legs, and riding it like you did her thigh last weekend.

The postman had interrupted that. If he interrupts this, too, he's a dead man.

You wrap your arms around the pillow, one hand pushing the cushion against your core and the other holding your phone up to your face as you desperately chase your release. It's pathetic, really; the way your hips feverishly buck, the way your brows furrow and your teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, the way her name tumbles from your mouth in a pleading whisper.

You might be embarrassed by just how pathetic it is if you could think at all.

But you're so lost in it. Too lost to pay attention to the bodies on your screen. Too lost to listen to the mewls and moans playing through your earbuds.

Too lost to hear her rushing down the hallway.

She bursts into the room, and you yelp, shooting up and ripping your earbuds out of your ears.

"Sorry, doll; I left my damn wallet, because of course—"

Her eyes hadn't caught you in their initial sweep of the room.

They're glued to you now.

You, chest heaving, eyes wide, legs squeezed shut.

Her pillow between them.

"Shit. You weren't kidding about having a hand halfway down your pants, huh?"

"I'm sorry," you begin to jabber, "I didn't— I thought you were gone and I didn't hear you come back in and I was just— this morning we were— and then I just couldn't—"

The shit-eating grin on her face softens as she approaches, her voice softening just the same.

"Baby," she coos, mattress dipping where she sits on its edge, "why are you sorry?"

You blink rapidly, scrambling to find your words through thoughts racing as fast as your heart.

"I just… I-I don't know," you stammer, mortified. "This is…"

You look over at the now-paused video on your phone, down at the pillow in between your legs, and back up at her.

"This is really embarrassing," you finally exhale.

"Is it?"

You punch out a single laugh, incredulous.

"Is it? Yes, it is! You just walked in on me riding your pillow! That's— ugh!"

You bury your hands in your face, cheeks burning.

She leans in to press a kiss to your head. Then, one to your temple.

Then, one to the soft skin just below your ear.

She lets her lips brush its shell as she husks,

"You don't think I find it super fuckin' hot that you got this riled up over a kiss?"

Your head pops up because that statement is, frankly, offensive.

"It was not just a kiss, Sevika. Your hand was about two inches from my—"

"You're right," she smirks. "I didn't even have to touch you, and here you are, writhing against my pillow like you're in heat."

That statement is infinitely more offensive.

And, unfortunately, it also goes directly to your clit.

You scoff. Roll your eyes. Grumble, "You're so mean."

But your thighs press together even harder.

And Sevika notices, because of course she does. She knows exactly what she does to you.

And she's just decided it's high time she does something about it.

"Gimme a second," she mumbles, reaching into her back pocket for her phone.

You watch, confused, as her thumbs dart across the screen.

"What are you doing?"

"What's it look like I'm doing?" She replies, placing her phone on the nightstand before reaching down for the laces of her boots. "I'm calling in sick so I can stay home to fuck you."

Right.

Naturally.

"… Is that alright?" She inquires, observing your slack-jawed expression with an air of confusion, like you're the one who's lost their mind.

"I… you…"

And finally, you burst into laughter.

"You called in sick to take my virginity?"

"There you go," she smirks. "Now you're getting it."

"Sevika," you guffaw. "This is… You did not need to do that."

"I know I didn't need to," she replies.

But the dress shirt that's already been yanked off and thrown into the pile of laundry across the room signals that she damn sure wants to.

"I'm serious, Sev."

She looks up from peeling her socks off to find that you're starting to curl into yourself— that you're wringing your hands, that your eyes are landing anywhere but on her.

That you're nervous.

"Hey. Look at me."

She plants a hand on your thigh, squeezing twice.

A shaky breath escapes you as you meet her gaze, your cheeks prickling with heat.

"You call the shots here," she asserts. "If all you wanna do is lay in bed and watch some rich housewives bitch at each other, we can do that instead."

"You called outta work for me, baby," you chortle. "I'm not gonna make you watch shitty TV with me all day."

She rears back, feigning deep offense.

"I beg your pardon. The Real Housewives is the pinnacle of modern television, and I, for one, happen to enjoy watching rich housewives bitch at each other."

You laugh because Sevika's not kidding. She's very invested in the current fallout of Patricia's latest fundraiser flop.

"I was already halfway to calling out as soon as I realized I'd left my wallet here," she admits. "Seein' you curled up in bed all hot and bothered definitely sealed the deal, I'll admit, but that doesn't mean that anything has to happen. You don't owe me a thing."

"No, no," you shake your head, "I want to. I want to have sex. I just…"

You sigh, and she smiles, warm and patient and encouraging.

"I'm just nervous, I guess," you say with a bashful chuckle.

"Makes sense," she nods.

"And it feels silly," you continue, "because it's not like we haven't done anything."

"'S not stupid."

"But what if I'm not good at it? Or… or I can't finish, or I make weird noises, or—"

"Y/n."

Sevika's voice is stern as she interrupts, but the moment your eyes meet hers, a grin tugs at her lips.

"Number one: There's no such thing as being 'good at sex.' 'Good' is subjective. Everyone likes something different. Your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Understand?"

"Yeah…"

"Good. Number two: Please refer back to point number one, which states that your only job is to tell me what you like and what you don't. Your job isn't to come. Sex doesn't have to be about coming at all. We'll do what feels good for as long as we want, and if we get an orgasm or two out of it? Great. If not? No sweat. The goal is just to have a little bit of fun. Okay?"

A smile of your own tentatively stretches across your face as you nod.

"Okay. Number three:"

She pauses for a moment, like she knows you'll get a kick out of what comes next.

And she's right. When she suddenly declares that,

"The weirder the noises, the better."

You can't help but snort.

"I'm serious. None of that fake pornstar moaning bullshit. I would genuinely rather you sound like a dying animal than be in my bed faking moans."

A look of betrayal flashes across her face at the mere thought, and you can't help but throw your arms around her neck as you laugh.

Her arms snake around your waist, her hold firm, her low chuckle soothing as it rumbles through you.

"Hey," she murmurs, pulling you back to look at her. "We still don't have to do anything."

"I know," you nod.

And before you can help it, you're leaning in.

Your body buzzes as your lips press against her own. Her mouth is soft and sweet. The kiss is, too.

Until she pulls away just enough for you to share breath for a moment. Until her bottom lip brushes against your own, until she catches it between her teeth, until her tongue is in your mouth and your hands are in her hair and you're only pulling away again because your lungs are empty.

That's when she gives you the look. The one she gave you as she guided your rolling hips against hard muscle before the postman knocked. The one she gave you this morning before you both remembered that her 9-5 exists, and it was already 8:45.

The one that always makes you think,

I need her to fuck me.

But this time, that sentiment escapes you— barely— an "I'm ready," that's just above a whisper and sounds more like a plea than anything.

Still— this time, it isn't just a desperate thought. This time, it's real. You're ushered to lean back onto the pillows propped up against the headboard, and your heart pounds, because this is actually happening.

"Comfortable?" Sevika asks, standing to undo her belt and take off her slacks.

"Yeah," you exhale, breath quaking.

"Nervous?" She knowingly smiles, climbing back onto the bed, now donning nothing more than a pair of boxer briefs, a racerback bra, and a pair of socks.

"Mhm," you smile back, eyes tracking her as she lies down next to you and props herself up on an elbow.

Her free hand reaches up to cradle your face, the metal especially cool against the warmth of your skin.

"That's okay," she assures you, her thumb stroking the apple of your cheek. "Nerves are fine. You just let me know if they start feelin' bad and you wanna stop, yeah?"

"Okay."

"Okay," she echoes with a grin. "You good if we pick up where we left off now? 'Cause I really like having your tongue in my mouth."

You weave your fingers through the silky strands at the nape of her neck and pull her toward you, your lips crashing together.

Your teeth clack as you smile against each other's mouths, and though you're hundreds of kisses removed from the first one you shared with Sevika, it feels like you're right back on the couch in her living room, where you learned how to do this in the first place.

Your legs tangle as she swings one of hers over one of yours, but suddenly, you're lurching away.

"Dude," you scold. "Socks in bed? Take those off, you freak."

For a long moment, Sevika stills, thrown by the sudden condemnation.

"Seriously?" She narrows her eyes. "You're on my ass about socks in bed right now?"

"Seriously. Take 'em off if you want a piece. Non-negotiable."

She laughs in disbelief.

She takes them off anyway.

Because, yes, she absolutely does want a piece.

"Alright," she chuckles, flinging the last sock onto the pile. "Your first non-negotiable. I appreciate your communication."

You hum in acknowledgement as she leans back in to kiss you, and with her socks officially off and the sensory nightmare safely dodged, her legs are quickly tangled with yours once more.

Like muscle memory, her thigh ends up pressed against your clit, and you suck in a breath of air.

"This okay?" She immediately asks.

"Yeah," you reply in between kisses. "It's perfect."

A single rut against her thigh elicits a sigh of contentment; of relief.

This is already better than her pillow by a long shot.

"Can we keep doing this for a little bit?" You ask, your hips now rocking steadily back and forth. "I really like it… Makes me really wet."

The groan Sevika lets out makes you even wetter.

"Fuck— course we can, baby. You can have whatever you want. You just tell me, and I'll make it happen."

You nod as her lips follow the path of your jaw down to the column of your neck. She's breathing heavy against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses anywhere and everywhere she can.

She bites.

"Marks okay?"

"Mhm."

She sucks.

And by the time she comes back up to look at you with swollen lips and pupils blown wide, you're littered with blooming bruises.

"Janna," you chuckle breathlessly. "You tryin' to eat me?"

"Can I?"

Your eyes snap to each other's.

The insinuation isn't lost on you. You know what she's really asking for— and she looks surprised, like she hadn't meant to ask at all.

So you pause.

"Are you asking to eat me out?"

Sevika lets out an airy chuckle, and you swear you see the tips of her ears go red.

"Only if that's something you're comfortable with. Up to you."

You give her a grin.

Hook your thumbs around the waistband of your underwear and pull them down your legs.

And as you toss them to the floor, you nod,

"You can eat me out. I want you to eat me out."

She perks up like a puppy who just heard "treat."

"You sure?" She breathes, still as a statue until you give her another nod.

But the moment you do?

"Oh, fuck," she sighs, scooting down to begin pressing a line of kisses down your stomach.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," she chants.

You grin, running your fingers through her hair. "Someone's excited."

"No, you don't understand," she shakes her head, hovering just over your mons. "This is, like, my favorite shit ever."

You can't help but giggle, but a gasp intercepts as she gets close enough for you to feel her breath on your cunt.

Her head snaps up, her eyes locking onto you.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you shakily reply. "I'm okay. It's just… new. I feel exposed," you chuckle.

"Yeah," she snorts. "That's why some folks don't like this. Having someone's face right in your vagina is, uh…"

She doesn't finish her sentence before you burst into a fit of laughter, and she's quick to follow in her own.

"It's a lot," she concludes. "You still want to try it?"

"Oh, yeah," you nod quickly. "I do. I'll let you know if I wanna stop."

She grins, proud.

"Sounds good, sweetness."

She wraps her arms around your legs, and your hands find purchase in the sheets, the clench of your fists grounding as your body begins to buzz with anticipation.

"Some people like for their partners to start at their thighs. Other people like for their partners to dive right in," she explains. "You got a preference?"

You think for a moment, eyes squinting.

"Start at my thighs," you decide.

So Sevika nods and places a kiss on your inner thigh, and you yelp.

"Nope. Nevermind. That tickles so fucking bad."

Her head drops as she laughs, her hands massaging the plush of your thighs instead.

"Dive right in, then?" She asks, looking back up at you with an amused smile.

"Yeah," you smile back. "Go for it."

Her flesh hand squeezes your thigh one last time before it lets go.

"Can I use my fingers to spread you open?"

She watches your pussy clench in response.

"Is that a yes?" she smirks.

You hide your face with your arms.

"I hate you," you mutter, but she can see your smile peeking out.

"Yes or no, baby doll?"

You uncover your face, and the adoring smile she wears almost makes you feel more exposed than having her so close to the heat between your thighs.

"Yes," you whisper, breath stolen. "Go ahead."

She nods, allotting you one more moment to change your mind if that's what you want to do.

But your anticipatory gaze doesn't relent, so her eyes drop down to your cunt, and,

"Damn. You do get real fuckin' wet riding my thigh."

Before you can scold her for teasing, she places her middle and ring fingers at your opening, and slowly glides them upward, spreading you apart in the process.

You jolt at the sensation. Her middle finger brushes over your clit, and you jolt again— this time, with a hiss.

"How's that feel?" She purrs, eyes still trained on your lower lips.

You let out a deep sigh, and with it, your body relaxes.

Sevika smiles to herself.

"Good," you nod. "Really good. Way different than touching myself."

"Yeah," she agrees, looking up at you, "it is really different."

She looks back down and draws a slow circle across your clit with the pads of her fingers, and a low whine escapes you.

"When you touch yourself," she asks, "do you like the feeling of your fingers on your clit, or around it?"

"Around it," you quickly confirm. "It's too much when I'm right on it."

"Heard," she nods. "I'll keep that in mind."

She leans down to press a kiss to your mons, her nose tracing an imaginary line down to your cunt.

Her mouth is hovering just over your clit when she pauses to ask if you're ready.

And as soon as you say yes, her tongue is on you, flat and soft as it follows the trail her fingers had left; up through the slick gathering at your entrance, and around your clit once.

"O-oh," you shiver, one hand darting to grab at her hair. "That's…"

Good. So fucking good.

Your cunt tingles with every sensation; the warmth of her breath, the heat of her tongue. It's like nothing you've ever felt, and the loss of contact leaves you throbbing for more already.

"That okay?" She asks.

"Okay" is the understatement of the fucking century. In fact, that's what you might have said if one swipe of her tongue hadn't already left you reeling.

But right now, all you can reply with is,

"Please keep going."

And Sevika is more than happy to oblige.

She mimics her previous motion, sliding her tongue through your folds and around your clit before dragging it back down again. She does this two, three, four more times, before her tongue begins lapping around your clit in slow, sloppy circles.

You groan, hips already bucking into her mouth, grip tightening in her hair.

"Oh, yeah," you nod. "That's good shit."

She can't help but chortle into you, and you join her, eyes fluttering shut and head falling back against the pillows.

"Fuck, you're good at this," you breathe.

She places a kiss on your clit before pulling away to respond.

"Only 'cause you're good at telling me what you like."

"You're so humble," you lazily grin, releasing your grip on her hair to stroke her cheek with your thumb. "What about you, though? Do you like this?"

"Do I like this?" She repeats, not even bothering to conceal how ridiculous she finds that question.

"Yeah," you shrug. "I just wanna make sure you're enjoying yourself, too."

"Oh, baby," she replies, her voice low. "I'm exactly where I wanna be."

And with that, her mouth is on you again, her tongue returning to its path of circles around your swollen clit.

She hums in contentment against it, and you twitch. She wraps her lips around it and gently sucks, and your breath stutters. She swipes her tongue up and down against it, and—

"Ooh—"

A sound of disapproval escapes you as your hips jerk away.

"Too much," you explain.

"Too direct?" She asks, looking up at you.

"Yeah. Too direct."

"Sorry, doll." She presses a kiss to your thigh. "Thanks for tellin' me. You wanna keep going?"

"Oh, yeah," you sigh, your head falling back against the pillows, and your thighs falling further apart. "I do."

She goes back in with a flatter tongue, lapping at the arousal between your lips and tracing the hood of your clit, but making a point not to slide her tongue directly over it again.

And it feels so, so good.

She wrings pleasure from the swollen bud with every swirl. Every nerve lights up with each stroke. And soon enough, your breath picks up, your body starts to twitch, and you go taut.

"Oh, fuck," you sigh, covering her hands with your own.

She slides her hands around to the backs of your thighs before pushing them toward your chest— just enough to spread you open even more as she gets lost in how you taste.

"Oh, god," you whine, abs tightening as the knot in your belly tightens, too.

"Mhm," she nods against you.

She snakes her arms around your waist and pulls you close against her face, hunched over as she eats you like a woman starved— completely lost in how you feel, how you taste, how you sound.

And when you open your eyes and see her brows knit together in pleasure, her plush lips around your clit, her tongue darting out to circle it—

"I think I'm gonna come."

The words tumble out, high-pitched and airy.

"Fuck— fuck, Sev, I'm gonna— wait—"

She snaps out of her trance in an instant.

"You okay?" She pants, unraveling her arms from around you. She sits back on her haunches, giving you plenty of space, hands resting patiently on your upper thighs as you catch your breath.

"Yeah," you beam, reaching out to stroke her forearm. "God, I'm… I'm perfect. That was perfect. I just…"

Her eyes are wide and concerned as she waits for the rest of your sentence.

"No— it's not bad, babe," you chuckle, "I just, um… I think I want your fingers in me first. If that's okay."

Her eyes go even wider.

"Yeah?" She exhales. "You ready for that?"

"I think so, yeah. I, uh… I'm pretty fuckin' certain I'm wet enough for it, so…"

"Oh, yeah," she grins, looking down at the mess she made. "I can attest."

"Are you good with that?" You ask again. "Moving onto that, I mean?"

"Absolutely," she nods, decisive. "Whatever you want, sweetheart."

You nod back, pulling her toward you by the forearm you're still grasping.

"Yeah," you confirm. "I want you inside me, please."

She trills her lips, shaking her head as she settles in between your open legs and props herself up with her mech arm.

"You're so fucking good," she mutters, almost in awe. "You know that?"

She leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and you moan at the taste of yourself all over her mouth.

"Do you know how fuckin' good you've been for me?"

Another kiss.

"Can I touch you, baby?" She murmurs against your lips. "Will you show me how to fuck you so I can keep making you feel good?"

Your breath shudders as you nod fervently.

"Yes," you pant. "Yes, please. Please touch me. I'll show you how. I'll show you, baby, I—"

You inhale sharply as she palms your cunt.

Your legs snap closed around her waist, and she leans down, breath tickling your ear as she whispers to you.

"Easy, love," she coos. "Spread your legs for me, please?"

You nod, your legs falling back open as you reach up to wrap your arms around her neck.

"There we go..."

She parts you with her middle and ring fingers, dragging them up through ample arousal before catching your clit.

"Do you finger yourself much?" She asks, fingers moving up and down in soft, slow strokes on either side of the button between them.

"Mm-mm," you shake your head with a whine, chasing her movements with your hips. "I usually—"

You moan shakily as she moves from up-and-down strokes to tight circles.

"I usually focus on my clit," you pant. "Doesn't really feel like much when I— hm— when I go inside."

"Okay," she notes. "Is it ever uncomfortable?"

Her fingers still, and suddenly, you're able to focus.

"Sometimes, yeah," you nod, meeting her eyes. "I'm still pretty… I don't know… tight, I guess? And it's not like I really bother with much foreplay when I'm trying to get the job done myself."

"I hear you," she grins. "You're plenty wet already, which helps— obviously— but if we need lube, I've got it, and I have no qualms with using a shit-ton of it."

"Okay," you chuckle, your stomach flutttering.

"I'll start real slow. I'm talkin', annoyingly slow. You'll probably get impatient and start rushin' me, and I won't let you, and then you'll get aggravated with me for a few minutes 'cause you're spoiled and it's my fault, but you'll thank me later, okay?"

You laugh harder.

"Yeah, yeah. Okay. I get it."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Sevika," you smile, wiggling your hips.

"See?" She raises her brows. "There you go already. I'm not even inside you yet."

You raise your brows, too.

"You wanna fix that?"

She sucks her teeth in reproval, a begrudging smile breaking out on her face.

"Sure," she speaks lowly, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. "I can fix that."

Her middle finger slides down to rest at your entrance, circling once.

"Real slow, okay?" She repeats, suddenly very focused; and now, you're suddenly very nervous.

"Okay."

The word comes out so shaky that she pauses, looking up at you with furrowed brows.

"You okay, my baby?"

"I'm okay," you stiffly nod. "It's just, like… I don't know… It's happening."

Her expression softens.

"I know it's not a big deal," you chortle, getting shifty. "No bigger a deal than having your mouth on me for the first time. Like, I don't even think I'm really a virgin anymore after that— but what even is virginity when only vulvas are involved, and—"

"Y/n?"

"Yep?"

"You're spiraling."

"I know."

And thank Janna, you both break out into laughter and the tension starts to melt.

"You're right," she begins. "It's not a big deal. But it is new. And, to be fair, it's kinda hard to unlearn all the weird emphasis people put on someone else being inside you for the first time, so, yeah. I bet this specific moment does feel really big."

You nod, sharply exhaling.

"But hey," she says, dipping down to catch your eye. "We're just trying somethin' new. That's all this is. You and me, trying somethin' new. Exploring each other's bodies—"

"No." You shake your head and curl your lip in disgust. "You're being weird. Don't be weird."

"There we go," she croons, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Now you're back."

You roll your eyes with a reluctant smile before reaching up to press a kiss to her cheek in return.

"You ready for me?" she smiles.

"Yeah… ready."

You take a deep breath in through your nose and sigh.

"Good breath, baby," she remarks.

And then, the tip of her finger breaches your entrance.

You tense on instinct.

Her voice is soft as she speaks again.

"Gimme another one?" She asks.

And as soon as you exhale, you earn another few centimeters of her finger.

Sevika wasn't exaggerating. The pace she sets is torturous. By the time you're squirming, she's only a knuckle deep.

"Patience," she coos.

You huff in response. "I didn't even say anything."

"You were about to. I could feel it in my bones."

"You're so annoying."

"Let me finish working you open and get to fucking you, and then we'll see how you feel."

You pulse around the length she's given you so far.

"Yeah?" She lowly teases. "That sound like a plan?"

It isn't fair. Before you can offer a retort, she pushes in deeper, and you choke on a moan instead.

She dips down to nip at your earlobe, and when she speaks again, her voice sounds even lower this close to your ear.

"That's right, baby. Just take me. Just like this."

She sinks in to the second knuckle, and your jaw goes slack, your brows knitting together in equal parts focus and pleasure.

The stretch is a dull ache, but it isn't painful. Not at all. It's the satisfaction of working out a tight muscle after a run, or kneading a knot in your shoulder. It's deep, and resonant, and delicious.

"How you feelin', sweet thing?" She asks.

You swallow, wetting your lips as you nod.

"Really good," you whisper. "This feels really good."

"Different, huh?"

"Oh, yeah," you chuckle airily. "Super different. When I do it myself, it's like… like I can only feel what my fingers are feeling, you know? But this is… All I can focus on is… All I can feel is you."

Your walls flutter around her, and you moan, feeling dizzy. You reach down to grab her wrist, and you pull her hand forward, her finger sinking deeper. The further intrusion— the muted sting it produces— pulls a hiss from in between your teeth, but just as quickly, your head falls back against the pillow as you melt into the sensation, craving more of it, chasing after it.

Your hips rut up against her hand of their own volition, and before you can help it, you've settled into a steady rhythm, breath growing labored as you fuck yourself on her finger.

You reach down with your other hand, anchoring it to her forearm, pulling her even closer— deeper— until suddenly, you freeze, gasping at the feeling of her palm flush against you.

With wide eyes, you look down to find that every inch of her finger has disappeared.

And when you look up at her, she's already staring back with raised brows and a knowing grin.

"That's everything. You're takin' it all."

"Are you serious?" You pant.

"Last time I checked," she teases, looking down at where you swallow her. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah," you blurt, surprised. "I… yeah. That didn't hurt bad. Like, at all."

"It's not supposed to," she shrugs. "Not if you take your time. Not if you're patient. And you," she purrs, leaning down to kiss you before continuing, "were very, very patient."

You giggle, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and kissing her back.

Your tongues meet in a lazy dance, swirling around each other.

You break away and bring your thumb to her bottom lip, tracing its curve.

"Well," you reply, "you were making it very, very hard."

The lines at the corners of her eyes deepen as she grins.

"You still did good…"

She leans down to trace the bridge of your nose with the tip of her own.

"Do one more thing for me?"

"Hm," you lazily hum.

And then Sevika asks you to touch yourself.

"Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Reach down and show me what you do when I'm not here?"

You laugh, airy and shocked. "You're dirty."

You reach down, anyway.

"I'm curious," she smirks.

So you sate her supposed curiosity, your fingers moving over your clit as her finger remains still inside you.

"Good job, baby," she praises. "You still feelin' good?"

"Oh, yeah," you sigh.

"You want me to start moving?"

"Oh, yeah."

And finally, she eases her finger out to her second knuckle, making your breath hitch.

But when she plunges it back into you, curling it up toward your belly and flexing to massage the velvet under her fingers, you lose your breath completely.

"Oh, fuck," you keen, choking on your own words. "That's—"

Her next thrust punches a moan out of you, a sharp inhale following in its wake.

"That's so good, baby," you nod, wrapping your legs around her waist. "That feels so fucking good."

"Yeah?" she breathily encourages. "You like it?"

"I love it," you gasp.

"Oh, you love it?" She chuckles darkly. "You take it so good, too, baby— fuck, you feel so good."

Touching yourself is one thing. Having her inside of you is another. But both, at the same time?

It's intoxicating. Overwhelming. Addictive.

Every time you run your fingers over your aching clit, your walls convulse around her. Her finger works you open, pushing through resistance with a delicious pressure and slipping back out again.

The noise coming from in between your thighs is lewd— wet— mingling with the sound of labored breaths layering over one another.

And soon, your whiny moans join the chorus.

"Faster?" You plead; and she quickly obliges, losing herself in the warmth of your cunt.

"Like this?" She rasps, burying her finger to the hilt before pounding into you with short, deep strokes.

You let out a cry, your entire body beginning to tense as your fingers fly over your slippery clit.

For a moment, you can't manage words when every thrust is forcing a guttural moan from deep in your belly, but then, Sevika warns,

"You gotta talk to me, or I'm gonna stop."

You nearly sob at the thought.

"No! No, please— I'm so fucking close, Sev, please don't stop…"

"I've got you, babydoll," she coos, leaning down to pepper kisses across your face. "I've got you. I'm not stopping."

The hand that remains around her shoulder holds on for dear life, your nails digging into the firm muscle— and at that, Sevika lets out a moan of her own.

"God, you're so fucking good," she grits. "So fucking perfect."

Your muscles are wound impossibly tight. Your chest heaves with desperate breath. The cord in your belly is about to snap.

Sevika can feel it, too— can feel the way you're starting to clamp down around her finger.

By the time she says something, you're clamped down on her finger so tightly she can hardly move it.

"This still workin' for you, baby?"

And at that moment, you come harder than you ever have in your fucking life.

Your legs shake. Your cunt flutters incessantly. Deep pleasure rolls through your body in shockwaves.

And with one final jerk, you push her hand away before going limp against the pillows.

Everything goes fuzzy around you, your reality diminished to the sound of your pulse thrumming in your ears and the distant feeling of Sevika's hands kneading your hips.

You're not sure if the world went black because you were squeezing your eyes shut, or because you came so hard you couldn't fucking see, but regardless, when your vision returns, the first thing you see is her.

Awestruck. Smitten. Proud.

"Okay," she exhales. "I'll take that as a yes."

The two of you share a moment of stunned silence.

And then, you're both giggling, breathless and giddy as you wrap your arms around each other, and all you can think is,

Thank God she left her wallet.

"Fuck," you sigh. "Yeah. That was definitely preferable to pathetically riding your pillow."

"I don't know," she mumbles, rolling onto her back. "I think the pillow riding would've been pretty hot, too. Kinda sad you screamed and threw your phone across the room before I got to see it in action, you know?"

"Not fuckin' funny, dude."

You scrub your hands down your face before burying yourself in her chest.

"What were you watching, anyway?" She ponders under her breath, reaching for the phone that had since fallen to the floor beside the bed.

"Hey!" You frantically scold. "Don't look at my phone!"

But she's already falling halfway off the bed to do exactly that— and just before you succumb to mortification for the second time this morning, Sevika chimes:

"Oh, yeah! These two? They're great."

Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.

“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.

Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”

“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”

“You.”

Her reply pissed you off even more.

“Listen here, you—”

Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.

It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.

“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”

You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.

“But I can.”

“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”

Your cheeks went bright red.

“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”

You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.

You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.

But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.

So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—

“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.

Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”

You huffed. She continued on;

“—and it ain’t me.”

“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”

“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.

Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”

You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”

You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.

The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.

Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.

The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.

When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.

Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.

The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.

“Kiddo.” she called.

You didn’t look back.

She sighed. “Sweetheart.”

You stopped walking.

“What do you want?”

Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”

You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”

“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”

Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.

What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.

You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”

“Wait—”

“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”

“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.

Maybe she liked it.

“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”

You crossed your arms, raising a brow.

Sevika stared.

“Well?”

“Say the magic word.”

“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”

You smiled—slow, almost sensual.

“Good girl.”

You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.

“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”

Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”

“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.

Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.

But it also intrigued her.

It intrigued a big part of her.

The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.

The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.

So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.

The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.

You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”

Sevika looked over at you.

“Other side?”

“Piltover.”

“Oh.”

Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;

“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”

You smiled a little.

“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”

Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.

Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.

“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”

“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”

Sevika went silent.

This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.

Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.

Sevika watched you with amused eyes.

“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”

This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.

It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.

“I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.

“You always say that out loud?”

Sevika blushed.

“No…”

You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.

You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.

“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.

“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.

You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.

“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”

“And who’s stopping me?”

Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.

“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”

She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.

Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”

“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”

Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.

“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”

Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.

Every scar told a story.

And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.

Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.

“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”

She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.

“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”

Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.

The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.

“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”

You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.

Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.

“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.

“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”

Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.

“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.

You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.

The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.

Being full felt good.

Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”

You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”

She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.

“They’ll come for you, dollface.”

“Sevika…?”

Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.

Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.

“Are you expecting visitors—?”

“No. Don’t come out.”

Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.

“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.

Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.

“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”

You heard a gruff male voice say.

Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”

You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.

You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.

Then you walked out.

“Who’s at the door?”

“Nobody.”

Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.

“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”

“Go back inside.” She snapped.

You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.

You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.

She was fuming.

“I told you to stay inside.”

“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”

“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.

You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.

Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?

You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.

“Sev?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”

“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”

“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”

Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You looked.

“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”

You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”

Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”

Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Are you gonna do this forever?”

“What?”

“Hiding me from the world?”

Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.

“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”

“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”

“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”

“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.

Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”

“Alright, grandma.”

Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.

“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”

You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”

Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.

You rested your head on her chest.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night, angel.”

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” Her voice suggested she wanted more action than words, but of course you weren’t about to make this easy. You both were exes. The only reason she called you over tonight was because she needed help putting Mira to bed.

And you were going to take advantage of the fact she called you over either way. “Just admit it, you missed me.” You said with a smirk and wrapped both arms around Sevika’s neck. Her breath hitched.

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what you’ll be doing in a bit.”

“We’re not having sex.”

“Sure,” you moved your leg between hers, pressing your upper thigh almost threateningly against Sevika’s clothed crotch, “say that again.”

“You don’t realise what you’re steppin’ into.”

“I do very well.”

Sevika pushed you up against the wall, hauling you up with both hands. Her teeth found skin first, then her lips—easing the burn her teeth left every time she nipped at your sensitive skin, kissing them away so tenderly it almost betrayed her true feelings for you. She wouldn’t spell them out for the life of her, of course.

“You’re such a fucking needy girl,” you murmured, your hands disappearing under her shirt to squeeze her soft breasts.

“Shut up.”

You paused for a bit, then cleared your throat, trying to collect your composure as if nothing happened. That’s when you remembered—your daughter was asleep next door.

“What if Mira comes in?”

Sevika paused for a good bit as well.

“She won’t.”

“And if she does?”

“We’ll tell her that… me and her mama made amends.”

You rolled your eyes, “no, we haven’t.”

“Yes, we have.”

“No, we haven’t.”

Sevika smirked faintly, but you could see the shit-eating look in her eyes. She was the fucking devil.

“Why’re your hands in my shirt?”

“... Why are you leaving hickeys on my neck?”

“Good question.”

But you couldn’t deny you were turned on. You didn’t really want her to stop.

“Just—” you sighed, “hurry.”

Sevika picked you up, tossing you over perfectly in the centre of the bed. The mattress dipped under your weight.

Sevika joined you in bed, zipping herself down to release her cock that has been straining against the confines of her clothes for so long. She wasn’t unusually large for her physique, it was just the right length but fuck, it was thick and veiny. Precum drooled from the tip of her dick onto your inner thigh.

“You’re gross.” You murmured, kicking your shorts and panties off.

Sevika rolled her eyes and pinned you down, guiding her tip to your entrance, “as if you’re any better, you’re fucking soaked.”

“At least I’m not—”

She shoved her other hand’s fingers in your mouth, cutting you off. You choked around her fingers, trying to spit them out—you even tried biting down on them to try to get her to pull them out but she never did. If anything, Sevika shoved them deeper in your mouth with a grin on her dark lips.

Your stare spelled out the words; “fuck you.”

She pushed her cock inside, past your initial tightness. You moaned around her digits as her shaft filled you up.

She was big in comparison to your pussy, but maybe it was because it had been a while since you had slept with someone and ever since your breakup with Sevika, you had been so depressed, you threw yourself headfirst into work, trying not to think about any kind of rebound sex, or affair.

The only thing you had been doing after getting back from work was cooking yourself a half-assed meal, shutting yourself in your bedroom and masturbating to sleep. The Polaroids that lined your walls—pictures of you and Sevika—you didn’t take those down, perhaps because taking them down would mean you were trying to forget Sevika, and you never wanted to forget her.

It was creepy, but you stalked her Instagram with a burner account, you stalked her other social media platforms as well, desperately trying to look for anything that might indicate she moved on.

Maybe seeing her move on would help you move on, but it didn’t, and now you were in her apartment, in her bed, getting fucked by her—her irritatingly beautiful face hovering inches above your own.

“You’re so tight,” she grunted.

You wish you had a response for her. Well, you did. You wanted to tell her, you wanted to say “fuck you” over and over again for leaving you, but you couldn’t because, well, her fingers were in your mouth.

She shoved her fingers on your throat, giggling when you choked—fucking giggling. Like, this was amusing to her. You were struggling to breathe and she was finding amusement in it. Your eyes watered when her fingers reached the back of your throat—her fingers were so fucking long.

You couldn’t help the messy slobber of drool running down your chin. Sevika was only getting more and more aroused seeing your state. Her fingers pumped harder as she tried her best to make you choke while you were sucking off her fingers.

She enjoyed the way you gagged and struggled around her digits, struggling to suck her fingers off.

Previously, when you both used to have sex every single day, you knew how to take her. You were a champ at that. You managed to take the roughest kind of sex ever and now you were struggling to deep throat her fingers—the thought alone was enough to inflate Sevika’s already fattened ego.

She didn’t want to admit how much she had missed you in her life. It felt like admitting that would mean losing in some sort of game.

You felt the same. But none of you said “I’m sorry, I don’t wanna do no-contact anymore, I miss you, come back.”

Because… well, both of you are still immature as fuck despite her being in her forties and you being in your thirties.

Suddenly, she wrenched her hand out of your mouth and reached down to circle her thumb around your clit instead. She pressed, making sparks of pleasure shoot up your spine.

“Oh, Sev… fuck, fuck!”

Then she just had to speak.

“Yeah? Does that feel good? Does that remind you of how much effort I put in our last relationship?”

You scoffed. “No, don’t you fucking dare ruin my orgasm.”

“I’m the one fucking you—”

“—you’re not ruining this for me.”

Sevika huffed and slammed herself deeper. Your legs shot out, wrapping around her waist and pulling her in closer—her cock buried deeper, making your eyes roll back from pleasure.

“Ohhhhh… shit. Sev, I’m gonna cum.”

“No—”

“No, I’m gonna cum.”

“I mean—”

“Just shut up and let me cum!” You said, voice a little higher from frustration.

“I’m—”

"Ooh, tell me more about your trip to Greece! I've been waiting to go, but sometimes it's hard when others won't cooperate with their schedules."

Billie was within earshot of the entire conversation and you didn't spare her one bit. You left her emotionally beaten and bruised every time you laid a hand on the body of someone you came close to being with years ago. Your attraction had faded greatly as you only had eyes for your girlfriend now, but Billie doesn't know that and at this moment anyone would think that the relationship was on its last legs. But just like you know Billie, she knows you too well for her own good. You were trying to make her feel the same way you did over an instagram post. Well, you had one the battle as your attempts to make Billie jealous was working, but Billie was well intentioned on winning the war.

Now as she confronts you about the only thing you can do is play dumb. You weren't going to give her the upper hand by outright admitting what you were doing. The way she dismissed you about posting photos of another girl damn near straddling her kept you up for days. Those 3 to 4 hours of sleep left you irritable and willing to do anything to get your point across. So in your eyes, you're not doing anything worse your girlfriend hasn't done.

"What are you talking about?" You asked her, cocking your head to the side and feigning innocence. 

Normally your pout was endearing but right now Billie wanted to fuck it off your face. Still surrounded by strangers who could possibly hear your conversation, Billie gives a deep sigh and she hangs her head down. It was a sign of utter defeat to you.

"Y/n," she sighs before leaning in and whispering, "You really want to do this right now?"

Those simple words were a warning shot. Billie didn't have to say much else. She didn't have to explain that she knows you after being together for two years. She didn't have to explain that they've done this song and dance before and that it's getting stale. Both are committed and faithful to this relationship, but sometimes things get hazy and the relationship is tested. Billie knows she's in the wrong, but getting those words to come out of her mouth is like pulling teeth. You two should be passed this stage, especially as you get older together, but clearly both of you are wrong. When one of you acts up, the other feels like they have no choice but to retaliate and somehow you're always the one always having to retaliate.

You don't want to hear it from her. You don't want to sit in the car on the way home and hear her give you some holier-than-thou speech as if she's the mature one in the relationship. It was easier to talk to you like that when you were side by side and she didn't have to look you in the eyes and act like she didn't do what she did. Did it feel good to flirt with someone you're no longer interested in? No, that part didn't feel good, but being able to glance over and see Billie sulking while surrounded by happy, partying people, it was better than any high or shot of alcohol here tonight.

"What am I doing? I'm at a party that you're ruining the vibe because you want to sit there and feel sorry for yourself. Get up, go talk to your friends." You didn't have much else to say to her and she kept her mouth shut too. Billie had nothing to say. Have you succeeded?

Billie was never afraid to drag out an argument, even in a setting like this. There was the great texting fiasco of Summer 2023 that ended with you staying at your friend's place for the weekend. So she was uncharacteristically quiet now. And in a surprising move, she just smiled at you. Your faces were so close together you thought she was going to kiss, but instead she leaned back. She grabbed her glass filled with whatever she had and brought it to her lips. Never did she pull her eyes away from you and you felt your grip on the situation loosening. You don't know what it means for you, for tonight and for the future, but you stepped away from her. You turned your back to her and joined a group of mutual friends. The former fling you were flirting with was nowhere to be found, but it didn't matter anymore. 

You felt Billie's eyes burning a hole right through you for the rest of the night. Despite the room being so loud, there was a ringing in your ears that dulled the sound of everything around you. You don't know how you were able to make it through the rest of the night acting like you usual self. The end of the night and car ride home were unbearable and equally silent. Billie's steady breathing was the only sound to fill your ears; so calm yet just as loud as the club's bass in your ears. The little battle you had earlier? It meant nothing now. Whatever victory you felt was replaced by the dread of worrying what was to come next. You expected a screaming match to take place as soon as the two of you crossed past that threshold into Billie's house. Instead Billie decided to do something she hasn't tried before. She was going to fuck the problem away.

Billie was pissed. The way she grabbed you, you don't think you've seen her so mad before. The two of you are no strangers to things getting a little rough, but there was so much more raw and animalistic about the way she touched you, the way she kissed you. Billie was gunning to win the war and she was going to disarm you in the best way she knew how. You don't understand how pissed she was seeing your flirt with an old fling like that, and what annoyed her the most is that you looked to actually be having a good time. She saw how you looked at this woman who has no name to her. You looked at her as if she meant something. Billie thought the photo she uploaded was to be expected from her and her friends. She thought you knew that sometimes one of them gets a little handsy but there was never any ill-intention behind it. Hell, you've seen it happen in front of your very eyes before and you didn't react. To her the difference between the post and what you did was that you intended to make the situation worse. You looked so into this woman, looking at her the same way you've looked at Billie before. Those eyes are only for her.

Billie wasn't nice or sweet tonight. She didn't tease you or suck on your tits for almost an hour like she usually loves to do. You were pushed onto the bed, face down ass up. You weren't able to see anything with your face in the covers. You had to guess what was happening based on the sounds around you. Billie was stealthy and quick, not giving you a second to adjust to what was going on. You felt something cool and wet hitting between your cheeks. You cursed yourself for not wearing underwear tonight, giving Billie easy access to both of your holes to do whatever she wanted with you. You felt something poke at your entrance and soon you were filled with 8 inches of thickness. The air was plucked right out of you as Billie pushed her strap all the way inside. She watched in awe how your arousal bursted through the seams. She pulled out and your juices had already completely covered her strap.

Billie pushes back into you after a few seconds. She started at a slow pace before gradually picking up speed, fucking you harder and faster. The residual anger from your little stunt tonight was fuleing her. When a girl acts up, sometimes she needs to be put in her place.

"You wanna tell me who that was tonight? Who was that girl, Y/n!"

You feel her grab a handful of your hair and she pulls your face out the bed. Her grip was tight enough to feel a prickly sensation on the edge of your scalp. You pulled your head back further to alleviate the pain. The question she asked you had completely slipped your mind as she filled your poor pussy with every inch of her strap. Billie didn't take so kindly to being ignored, so she asked you again. You could barely speak, but you tried your best.

"W-What girl?" You stutter through each thrust.

"Still playing dumb, huh?"

There was a tinge of playfulness in Billie's voice that could've you if you weren't getting fucked so hard. You were still trying to play the game she was built to beat you at. However, that girl doesn't matter to you and certainly she's irrelevant now. Your skin was flushed and sweaty. The sound of Billie's thighs meeting your ass reverberates in the room. How could you be thinking about some other woman when you're getting fucked within an inch of your life.

"If you wanted to be fucked like this baby all you had to do was laugh. You don't have to fight for my attention when you have it 24/7 sweetheart," Billie teased you with such a clear voice that amazed you she was able to concentrate on making you feel so small and fucking you skillfully. "You knew exactly what you were doing tonight, but you won't want to try that again after I'm done fucking this little pussy of yours."

Her words began to sound fuzzy as the tip of her strap kept agitating your sweet spot. You could barely keep yourself up, your arms giving away. The only thing keeping you up right now was Billie's tight grip on your hair. You were about to cum; dangerously close. All the tell-tale signs of your orgasm began firing off and that just happen to be the moment when Billie decided to pull out of you. You could whine and cry all you want, but Billie still pushed you off her strap. Your orgasm, the one you so desperately wanted, shuttered away as you sobbed into the sheets. You were surely a sight to take in. The strap rests against your ass, smearing your juices into your skin.

"Did you really think I was going to let you cum so fast? You really think you deserve that princess?"

Leave it to Billie to not give in so easily -- you should've seen this coming. You push yourself up on your palms until you're pushed back down onto the bed. Billie didn't have to use much force either which made her laugh at you. You were so weak and you hadn't even cum yet. 

"Pick a number, baby."

You thought you were hearing her wrong. Did she just ask you to pick a fucking number?

"Pick a number. 1-3."

It was stupid to indulge in whatever game she was playing, but you lifted your head and opened your mouth to utter, "2." You don't know why you even answered.

"Hmm," Billie hums. It's hard to read such a small reaction.

The sound of the drawer opening happens again. You don't have to see to know she's grabbing from the bottom "special" drawer, where she got the strap-on from. There were a few other toys in there and you suspect that's where the game comes in at.

"It's too bad you didn't pick 1, but I guess you spared your little ass tonight."

You were just spread out so perfectly for the buttplug she hasn't used on you yet. Billie would've been able to see her reflection in the shiny metal as it slipped into your tightest hole. Stretching your ass out while fucking you would've ruined you, you haven't tried that out yet. She imagines that you would've been begging her for forgiveness and permission to cum. Even seeing it in her active imagination makes her heart skip a beat. But, fate has decided for her and she's going to make the most of it.

The wand you unintentionally picked had only been used about two or three times. It's vibrations were so strong, something you felt like you had to get use to. Only on it's lowest setting were you able to handle it. Something powered only by batteries yet it was so powerful you were seeing stars the first time you used it.

"Get up."

Billie gave you the command but then she was moving your body herself. She laid on the bed and signaled for you to get on top of her. You go to straddle her before she stops you.

"Uh-uh. Turn the other way."

She made you turn away from and in the direction of a mirror. For the first time since going out tonight, you got a glimpse of yourself. Your hair looked a mess and your makeup had smudged a lot. Spit was drying in the corner of your mouth. You should've been ashamed about how you look and how Billie was slutting you out, but it made your pussy drip on Billie's skin. One, two, three she felt the drops of your arousal on her bare skin. She groaned, showing a moment of weakness for a second. Right then she knew she had to get you on her strap. She lowered you down with one hand. Somehow her strap felt so much bigger when you were sinking down on it this way. The way the girth stretched out just felt different when you were any other position. Billie doesn't fuck you in reverse cowgirl often so you were willing to underestimate her ability to fuck you as hard as you need like this, but quickly you were proven wrong.

Your skin slapped together harder and your tits bounce with every thrust up into your swollen twat. You thought it was a lot to handle until you felt the vibrations from the wand against your pussy. The slew of moans that fell from your lips were louder than before.

"Good girl! Keep moaning for me baby, show me just how much you love being fucked like this. Only I can fuck you like this."

Words like this were meant to only affect you, to drive home the point that you were a slut for Billie and Billie only, but somehow she fueled her own desire. She was fucking up into you with reckless abandon. You were so close to losing your mind from being fucked like that from below while the vibrator was placed firmly against your swollen clit. You had no choice but to endure it as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. 

"Whose pussy's this? Who does this pussy belong to, girl," the way she addressed you and the stinging grip on your hip made you spiral. Billie has flirted with degrading you more and more in bed, but tonight she spoke as if this came natural to her. She questioned as if something would happen if you didn't answer her. The worst thing she, or anyone else, could do to you at this moment is deny you of another sweet release. It's a miracle you're not squirting all over her strap that bullying its way into you. The head of her strap hits your cervix so deliciously. She questions you as if you're capable of speaking right now when the vibrator is sending you into orbit. You've officially been rendered stupid and unable to form words.

It takes a solid minute and everything inside of you to be able to muster up the energy to be able to answer you.

"Yours! Oh god it's yours!" You force out with a desperate cry. Your body is beginning to hunch over in weakness as she continues to pound you. You've never felt so pathetic in your life, unable to stand your ground, but never did failure feel so good. The stretch and the buzz was addicting and you were ready to let go of everything that's been pent up inside of your body.

The way you answer satisfies Billie, finally. The sobs of your pure devotion made relief wash over her. She's happy.

She doesn't stop her pounding until you're cumming and crying out loudly for her. Your toes curl as you come the hardest you have in a long, long time. Billie's grip on you was still harsh, painful even, causing the pain to mix with your everlasting pleasure. This is what might be the longest orgasm of your life and it comes after another stalemate in your relationship.

It was almost impossible to be able to come back to reality. You didn't even notice the vibrator had been turned off and discarded onto the bed until Billie stopped pumping into you completely. Satisfaction stirred deep in your hips as you sat there with her strap situated inside of you. Billie was holding you up with both hands now as if you would fall apart into a million pieces if she let go. And let go she never did.

Your heavy limbs find relief when you're laid against the bed. It feels like you're floating on a cloud compared to how it felt before. You were in a state of disbelief, asking yourself, 'did that shit really happen?' 

You weren't going to regain your composure after that, and you weren't going to even try. Billie is already up and moving around, disappearing for a few minutes before she comes back with a wet towel waiting to clean you up. She pushes your legs apart and gently rubs the warm towel against your sensitive skin.

"I think you left a present over there."

She nods her head in the direction of the wet spot on the bed. Did you squirt? You don't even have a fucking clue if you did or not but you hide your face in your hands anyway.

"Oh god," you groan.

"We can always sleep in the other room."

"I don't think I can move, Bil."