sevika’s v-line

Sevika who absolutely did not see the appeal, and still doesn't really understand why you love pink and bows so much... she kinda thinks it's cute but she'll never openly admit that.

Sevika who saw you around town, wondering how you were never cold. Everytime she saw you, you were in either a dress or a skirt of some kind. Did she want to offer you her jacket each time? Yes... but only because she was being kind! She definitely did not have a thing for you and all your... pink.

Sevika who eventually decided to approach you, the opportunity was perfect. You'd both stumbled into the same bakery, Sevika loved the coffee from here. You were ahead of her in line and had ordered yourself a cupcake. "Dammit! No no no..." she watched you fumble, searching for your wallet for a minute, you were cute all red and embarrassed.

Without a word she slipped a ten dollar bill into your hand before stepping back. When you looked up, you had to crane your neck up even higher to make eye contact with the lady who just saved your day. "Thank you so much... I appreciate it." You smile sweetly at her, when the cashier hands you your cupcake you turn yo Sevika. "Want to half it?" Sevika didn't like cupcakes. But she sat with you, letting you 'have her half' and talking to you.

Sevika who from that day on paid for your little pastries and baked goods everytime she saw you in there. After maybe the fourth or fifth time you gave her your number... she felt her stomach flutter internally scoffing at how ridiculous she was being.

Sevika who finally asked you out and now you've been her girlfriend for months. She has in fact cleared a whole section of her bathroom for all your girly skincare stuff and makeup... she doesn't get why you don't just wash your face with water and call it a night. But she does love watching you get so giddy about a new skin cream, so she doesn't mind.

Sevika who was sick and tired of seeing her pretty girl waste money on buying cupcakes at the bakery. So she started to give you money every day for them... until she decided to just learn how to bake for you, and yes, she did bake you a batch of cupcakes every Sunday.

Sevika who didn't care for decorating her apartment, but when you moved in that all changed. Little trinkets of yours were everywhere. And yes, you brought pink silk bedsheets for her bed which she did grumble about, but the minute she slipped into the covers... she never complained again.

Sevika who loves how obsessed you are wih your stuffed animals, every morning when you make the bed you say good morning to each one of them. And oddly... Sevika starts saying good morning to them too out of habit.

Sevika who saw how much you loved you suffed animals and brought you a new one. One with a hard nose and was big enough to fit snug between your thigh. When you read the note that came with it 'for you to use when I'm gone ♡' you were slightly confused. But when she was away and you found yourself shamelessly humping the stuffie... you knew why she gave it to you.

Sevika who absolutely loved that you were a pillow princess. That she could take care of you, and make you feel good. Until you complained about her using the horrible handcuffs she had, complaining that they 'didn't go with your aesthetic'. The next week she had pink fluffy leather cuffs delivered.

Sevika who was so scared to be rough with you. Even when you begged and begged her, she thought you were so delicate. You were her pretty girl and she only ever wanted to make you feel good. But when you managed to convince her, she realised you were a lot freakier in bed than she initially thought... a lovely surprise.

Sevika who fucking loved fucking you with just your knee high socks on, specifically the ones with the frilly hems. She couldn't explain it, but she just loved them on you. Your legs over her shoulders with those socks on? That was literally her dream.

"Honey, I'm home," Sevika called out as she closed the door behind herself, she looked like hell. She was too tired to even support the weight of her prosthetic at this point.

With another very heavy sigh, she opened the bedroom and didn't see you there. She walked around and found a note on the table.

The note said "I'll be off to the market grocery shopping by the time you come back, can you do me a favour and put the clothes in the laundry? I love you~"

Sevika rolled her eyes, a small smirk playing on her dark lips as she read the note. Of course you had asked her to do the laundry. It was the one chore you couldn't do without her help.

Sevika didn't mind, she found it endearing how you managed to take care of everything around the house but when it came to something as simple as laundry, you were absolutely baffled.

Sevika thought of your face when she first taught you to do it and it went all over your head just like when she tried to teach you cards, Sevika dragged the laundry basket to the washing machine and opened it up, reaching for the first article of clothing.

Her fingers hook around your panties... From yesterday night and the residue over it, the wet arousal etched onto the crotch of the cotton fabric.

"Jeez," Sevika mumbled under her breath, and she looked around the room despite knowing she was in there alone before slowly bringing the cloth closer to her face and taking a small whiff.

She could've moaned. She could've. But she didn't. She restrained herself.

Sevika's breath caught in her throat as she silently made her way to the bedroom, she felt so filthy, so humiliated. Her usual dominant pride hurt as she walked in the shared bedroom, she questioned why just the smell of your vaginal discharge was enough to get her going, enough to make her want to touch herself inappropriately.

Sevika laid down slowly after undressing herself almost hastily, she pressed the crotch of your panties to her face again, taking in a deep breath and smelling your arousal which was a little wet still but she didn't care.

She just needed to feel like you were there with her, that's all she needed really. Sevika let out a soft breath and her hands slowly wet down past her happy trail and to her pussy. She had been neglecting her pleasure for so long, solely focused on making you feel good.

Rough pads of her finger toyed with her own clit eliciting a small moan from her, hips buckling a little.

"Since when have I become so sensitive?" She thought to herself as she pressed her clit using a single finger, "Oh my gosh," she whispered as she closed her eyes, holding the panties in a tight grip with her mechanical arm.

Sevika's fingers traced down her pussy lips, and rubbed her slit teasingly as she tried to picture you being there with her, "Oh fuck, fuck, you're such a damn tease," she whispered biting down on her bottom lip.

As she got close to cumming on her own fingers, she felt her wrist being yanked away from her heat.

Sevika, whining a little (almost), looked up and seeing you standing there with your hair in a messy bun, grocery bags in another hand and a motherly stern expression on your face. Her cheeks flushed red like never before.

"So this is what you do when I'm gone for a few hours?" You tutted, dropping the bags to cross your arms.

"No, I don't..." Sevika begun but then trailed off, a little bit of guilt creeping in her tone told you a different story.

"Sniffing my panties and touching yourself? Are you serious?" You asked though there was no heat in your voice.

"I don't usually... Do this," Sevika said completing the lie with almost comical difficulty.

"Lay back," you ordered and surprisingly Sevika obliged, laying back down and grumbling something inaudible.

Sevika laid down on the bed with her back flat, legs spreading a little to expose her wet pussy.

"What a good girl, hm?" You crawled in between her legs, "Keep on sniffing, c'mon." You urged and Sevika flushed redder but didn't protest, bringing your panties to her nose again to take a long whiff of your arousal.

Her head felt a little dizzy and mushy this time as your breath hit her clit, her eyes snapped open and wide when she felt your start sucking and slurping on her pussy, all sorts of wet lewd sounds coming from you.

Sevika gasped feeling your fingers playing with her swollen clit, you always found it attractive how big her clit was only making her more sensitive.

Sevika's flesh hand grabbed your head but you swatted it away, earning another small whine from her. Sevika, desperate, took another whiff of the pair of panties now entangled between her metal fingers. She cried in a high pitched tone as you grabbed her hips and bit down on her clit momentarily before resuming to delve your tongue in her hole.

"Oh, fuck! Fuck!" She screamed more profanities, cumming on your tongue as her legs started trembling a little. Her big muscular thighs also trembling from the wrecking orgasm.

"I hate you." She grumbled when you pulled back.

"Oh, you totally sniff the person you hate's underwear when they're gone, don't you?" You smirked as you picked the grocery bags up from the floor.

"... You'll never let go of this will you...?" Sevika looked away, face flushing more.

You knew something was wrong the moment you heard the sound of heavy boots echoing through the door. It wasn’t the usual confident, calculated stride of Sevika—it was slower, almost labored. And if you listened closely, you could hear a low, pained grunt, like she was trying to force herself to walk through the door.

You glance up from your book, a faint ache of worry already blooming in your chest. Sure enough, Sevika stands there, silhouetted in the dim light from the hallway. Her shoulders are slumped slightly, her usual imposing figure somehow smaller, as if the weight of the world has momentarily worn her down.

She stands in the doorway for a moment, her intense grey eyes scanning the room, before she finally meets your gaze.

“Hey,” she rasps, her voice rougher than usual, a little quieter. “I need somethin’.”

You’re on your feet before you can stop yourself, the concern rising in your chest like a tide. “Sevika… what happened?”

Her lips curl in a faint, almost bitter smile. “’Course you’d ask that. I just got into a bit of a scuffle is all.”

You take a few careful steps toward her, your eyes scanning her face—those tired eyes that usually burn with quiet rage are clouded with something else now. Exhaustion. Pain. You can see the blood staining the edges of her poncho, the faint shimmer of her prosthetic arm, now dented and scraped, betraying the chaos she’s just been through.

You can’t help it; your heart tightens. “You’re hurt.”

Sevika shrugs, trying to play it off, but the slight wince as she moves tells you everything you need to know. “I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”

You don’t buy it. “Come here.” You step closer, reaching out, but not before catching the flicker of hesitation in her gaze.

She doesn’t move at first, as if weighing whether or not to push you away, but eventually, her shoulders sag, and she gives in, her broad frame following you to the couch.

You guide her down slowly, careful not to make the pain worse. Once she’s seated, you kneel in front of her, your eyes scanning the damage. Her cheek is bruised, blood trickling from a small cut near her lip. Her left arm—her prosthetic—is covered in scratches and dents. But it’s the way her body stiffens when you reach to touch the injured part of her arm that catches your attention.

She flinches but doesn’t pull away. You let out a breath, your fingers gently brushing against the area.

“You know,” you murmur, “you don’t have to be tough around me. You can let me take care of you.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, just stares down at you, her grey eyes unreadable, before something shifts. Her lip curls slightly, though the smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I didn’t come here for a lecture.”

You grin softly. “You came here because you know I’ll make it better.”

“Yeah,” she mutters, almost under her breath. “Guess you’re right.”

You get to work on cleaning her wounds, starting with her cheek. The gash isn’t deep, but it’s enough to make her wince when you gently wipe away the blood. Sevika doesn’t say a word as you work, though you catch the occasional flicker of something in her expression—vulnerability, maybe. Or maybe it’s just the comfort she allows herself to feel when she’s with you.

“You’re always so fucking rough with yourself,” you murmur as you carefully apply antiseptic. “You need to stop throwing yourself into danger like this.”

She scoffs, but it’s softer than usual, more tired. “What else am I supposed to do? Live a quiet life in the undercity? Fat chance.”

“You could… let me help more,” you suggest, looking up at her. Her eyes catch yours for a moment, but she quickly looks away, her jaw tightening.

“You don’t need to be involved in all this,” she mutters. “It’s too much.”

You pause for a beat, your fingers hovering over her arm. You both know that this life—her life—isn’t easy. It’s messy, brutal, and relentless. But you’ve never shied away from it. You’ve never asked her to change, only to let you be a part of it. And maybe, just maybe, that’s something she’s beginning to understand.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” you say softly, voice full of warmth and sincerity. “I’m here, Sev. For whatever it’s worth, I’m here.”

For the first time tonight, she lets out a small, bitter laugh, though it’s not without fondness. “You really know how to say the right thing, don’t you?”

You just smile, focusing on bandaging her arm. “Just get used to it. I’m good at this.”

You finish with the last of her wounds, taking a step back to assess your work. She’s been cleaned up, but you still see the lingering exhaustion in her posture. The tough exterior is cracking, and beneath it, you can see the weariness that even she can’t hide.

“Now what?” she asks, almost like she’s unsure of what to do next.

You tilt your head, a playful glint in your eye. “Now? You’re going to rest.”

Sevika raises an eyebrow. “And you’re going to make me?”

“Absolutely,” you say with a grin. “Don’t make me put you to bed.”

She snorts but doesn’t protest when you help her to her feet. There’s an ease between you two now, a comfort that’s hard to deny. As you lead her to the bedroom, you notice how her grip tightens around your wrist, almost like she’s afraid to let go.

When you get to the bed, you pull the blankets back, urging her to lie down. She hesitates for a moment but finally does, sprawling out on her back, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her prosthetic arm rests on the mattress beside her, and her eyes flicker toward you.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” she asks, though her voice is softer now, tinged with fatigue.

You shake your head, pulling the covers up around her. “Nah. I’m staying right here.”

Sevika’s lips twitch, but she doesn’t say anything else. Instead, she closes her eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking her. You settle beside her, careful not to disturb the fragile quiet between you. You reach out, your hand gently brushing against her hair, smoothing it back from her face.

She shifts slightly, leaning into the touch. And for once, it’s okay to be soft. To let down the walls. To let someone take care of you.

“Thanks,” she mutters, voice barely audible. “For not running when things get ugly.”

You smile softly, your fingers brushing against her cheek. “You think I’d leave you?”