#vivika

Because right now, she was entranced with Violet. The girl is shaking under her, whining with each thrust. One hand snaked into Sevika’s short locks, the other scratching down her back.

Fuck if Vi didn’t look beautiful. Dark makeup smudged from sweat, kisses, and Sevika’s tongue. Blackened hair splayed across Sevika’s mattress, like a fucked up halo framing Violet’s face.

“No, don’t slow down,” Vi moans, opening her eyes and tightening her grip on Sevika. Blue eyes pierced into Sevika, she hadn’t realized she slowed. “Please, I- I’m close, Sevi-” Sevika captures Vi’s lips with her own, drowning the rest of the girl’s words as she quickens her pace again.

Vi just needs a little more. Sevika snakes her hand between their bodies and finds the girl’s clit, brushing lightly over it. Gods she’s so fucking wet. Sevika could feel Vi’s wetness on her own thighs, she’s practically painted in it. But to feel it with her own fingers… Sevika smirks into the last of their kiss as Vi whimpers into her mouth.

Sevika uses more pressure and begins quickly circling Vi’s clit. Vi gasps, fighting to bring her hips up under the weight of Sevika’s thrusts. Any attempts to catch her breath fail, Vi succumbs to Sevika’s hands.

“Come for me, Violet,” Sevika growls.

“Oh, fuck!” Vi throws her head back, exposing her throat for Sevika’s teeth and tongue. She is practically shivering, overcome with pleasure as she reaches her climax. Violet cries out, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. Her nails bite into Sevika’s skin, bringing Sevika back into her own body as her own orgasm takes her.

Fuck, it hits hard, washing over her- no- taking her out like a tidal wave. Gods, she can’t always come while wearing the strap but that isn’t an issue tonight. She grits out Violet’s name, watching the girl take the pleasure she is giving her.

They ride it out together, Violet bucking up to meet Sevika’s thrusts. A chorus of panting, moaning, crying fill the room. Sevika slows, Vi pulls her down into her, wrapping Sevika tightly in her arms.

“Take that thing out of me,” groans Violet, her voice raw. Sevika chuckles, undoing the straps around her hips, then reaching between Vi’s legs to carefully remove the rest, earning a soft sigh from Violet.

Before tossing the strap to the floor, Sevika takes the strap into her mouth, sucking it clean of Violet’s sweetness. She turns back to Vi’s mystified face.

“Shouldn’t let a delicacy go to waste,” Sevika says. Vi mumbles something about being ‘ridiculous’ as she settles Sevika into her chest. Sevika pulls their warm bodies together. By now she knows the strap is tough for Vi, and she won’t want to move for the rest of the night.

“Was that alright?” She asks, whispering into Vi’s skin.