Final Girl

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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."

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

The Last Drop is free of patrons this afternoon; quiet, minus the obnoxious pop music playing from the overhead speakers.

It takes about a song and a half of your incessant staring before Sevika's focus on the loose screw in her arm relents in favor of shifting to you.

She looks up at you with tired eyes and a cocked brow— an expression you've grown very used to— awaiting your explanation for said staring.

You say nothing, still gazing, brows furrowed and lips pursed. A very serious face for someone Sevika has learned is incredibly unserious.

"Can I help you?" She finally grunts.

And at that, you sit up straight, eyes bright.

"Oh— why, yes, you can," you beam. "I'm so glad you asked."

Sevika pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs as you scoot closer. She recalls an excerpt from the pretentious parenting book she'd bought topside after taking Isha in; something about "ignoring unacceptable demands for attention so as not to reinforce the behavior."

She's gotten better at doing this with Isha. She has not gotten better at doing this with you.

"I've been thinking about something," you begin, "and I need your help… if it's cool with you."

You take on an uncharacteristically bashful expression, piquing Sevika's interest.

"Okay," she narrows her eyes. "What is it?"

"It's about… I dunno… dating?" you say, twisting one of the several rings on your fingers.

The corner of Sevika's lips quirk up into a near-imperceptible smirk.

"My love life," you continue, "the lack thereof, what I've done, what I haven't—"

"Spit it out, sweetness."

"Right," you exhale. "So… here's the thing:"

You ignore the embarrassment creeping up the back of your neck and prickling at your cheeks. It's Sevika. She knows almost everything about you, and she hasn't judged you yet— well, not including the time you bought a chai tea for, like, ten bucks at a swanky coffee shop before you knew she could make it better herself.

Still, it's Sevika. She's your best friend. And if there's anyone you want assisting you in rectifying the predicament you've found yourself in, it's her.

So, you do as she asked and spit it out.

"I've never kissed anyone."

Her grin stretches across her face in full, now.

"You serious?" She asks, brows lifting.

You roll your eyes, scoffing.

"Yes, Sev. And I'd appreciate you withholding any snarky ass comments. Not everyone has women lined up for a mile waiting to get a piece."

"Uh-oh," she purrs, leaning back against the booth and crossing her arms. "Somebody sounds jealous."

"I'm not jealous," you bite back.

Not of her, at least. Of the women you know she's been with, though..?

"Look," you huff, "I just… I need your help, okay?"

"I gathered. With what?"

Your eyes shoot up from where they were trained on a knot in the wooden table and meet her own, wide and surprised.

As it turns out, you hadn't really thought through the conversation this far. Sevika's good at reading your mind; you figured you'd just ask for "help," she'd know exactly what you meant, and the rest would be history.

The smirk she's wearing suggests she does know exactly what you mean, but that she wants to hear you say it anyway.

And your best friend is a stubborn, stubborn woman.

So you concede.

"With kissing, Sevika."

You squeeze your eyes shut, the embarrassment impossible to ignore, now.

"With kissing?"

Janna, you should have known she was going to make this impossible…

"Yes! With kissing!" You exclaim, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly.

She stares for a moment, likely deciding whether or not the entertainment of making this more difficult for you would be worth the threat to her physical safety.

Much to your relief, she decides she'd like to stay alive today.

"Alright," she shrugs. "I'll help you."

And, just like that, she goes back to tightening the screw.

You track her movements for a moment, dumbfounded.

"That's it? You'll… you'll teach me? Just like that?"

"Why not?" She replies, not looking up from her arm. "I've spent the last couple of weeks teaching a six-year-old to 'calm her body' and sign 'I can't find my dinosaur' instead of throwing a fit. Might be nice to teach an adult something a bit more… well… adult."

"Yeah?" you ask; hopeful, relieved.

"Yeah," Sevika echoes, looking up at you with a warm smile— an expression that's far more rare than the look of exasperation she wore at the beginning of this chat.

"Okay. Then… yeah," you shyly smile, "you'll, uh… you'll teach me how to kiss, then."

"Mhm," she hums, returning her focus to the screw for good, though the soft smile doesn't leave her face.

"I've got one more request, though."

"Hm?"

"Can you please change the music to like, anything else?"

Sevika snorts. She'd quickly learned over the past few days to tune the music out the best she could.

"No can do," she shakes her head. "I promised Jinx full control over the sound system for a week as long as she'd leave explosives alone in the meantime. She's trying to get me to break and let her go back to throwing glitter-filled Molotov cocktails across the bridge. Can't have that— enforcers are already on her ass about it."

"Damn," you complain. "Sounds like she's got a bright future in psychological warfare ahead of her."

Finally, the screw in her arm is tightened. She leans back with another chuckle, puts the screwdriver down, and reaches into her pocket for a cigarillo instead.

"You're tellin' me."

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

A few days later, you're seated on the couch in Sevika's apartment nursing a glass of wine; Sevika, a glass of whiskey.

Scratch nursing— she sits down next to you and promptly throws the whole thing back.

"Janna," you gawk. "Long day?"

"Don't get me started. Council was even bitchier than usual today, and the only peace I got between that and picking up Isha— who refused bedtime last night—"

You wince upon imagining the morning that must have created.

"was the 15-minute car ride from the office to her school."

"Damn," you shake your head, "that's rough. Do you wanna… I don't know… reschedule, or something?"

"No, no, no," Sevika quickly replies. "Not necessary. Besides…"

The shit-eating grin she gives you warns of the nonsense she's about to spout.

"I need to blow off some steam."

"Dude," you cringe, choking back a laugh, "can you please just, like… try not to be weird about this?"

"You're boring," she smirks, leaning forward to place her empty glass onto the coffee table.

"I'm absolutely not."

"You are. And, as it turns out, you've never kissed anyone, but I can only fix one of those things."

You roll your eyes, placing your own glass down and turning toward her fully.

"Alright then, smartass," you grin. "Teach me how to kiss. What do I do?"

"Well," Sevika exhales, "that depends. You ever watch porn?"

"Hello?"

"Or, like… just— anything that includes people kissing. Makin' out. You know."

You chuckle, breathless and appalled.

"Uh… I mean… sometimes?" You shrug, face already heating up.

"Okay," she nods. "Is there anything you've seen that you like? That you don't like? Some people see tongue action and get grossed out. Other people see it and wanna get in on it. So, tell me what interests you, and we'll start there."

It takes everything within you not to yank the blanket off the back of the couch and hide underneath it for the rest of your days.

But, you remind yourself once more: this is Sevika. She's seen it all, she's heard it all, and if she didn't want to hear this, she wouldn't have asked.

"Um… well… I'm not put off by tongue, for starters."

She snorts at that.

"Keep talkin'," she encourages, standing to walk to the kitchen and pour herself another drink.

You furrow your brows, parsing your brain for all of the porn and "anything that includes people kissing" you've seen and considering what you liked.

"I mean, a whole lotta tongue right off the bat is probably a bit much for me, but, like… as long as there's plenty of lead up to it, I think it's hot."

"What does 'lead up' mean to you?" She asks, sitting back down.

"Damn. You a sex therapist now, or something?"

She lifts a shoulder. "I think I could be good at that."

"You know what? True," you nod.

"Answer my question, though."

"Oh, yeah— right. Lead up…"

You consider her question as you chew on the inside of your cheek.

"I guess, like, kissing that's just on the mouth? No tongue yet. Gentle, slow… but then when there is tongue,"

Sevika's brows raise as you sit up straight to deliver your strong opinion.

"you can't just immediately go in full force. You've gotta test the waters first… like, just a little bit of—"

You freeze as the ridiculousness of French-kissing logistics dawns on you, and then, you burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry," you giggle, shaking your head, "This feels so stupid."

"It's not," Sevika asserts, watching fondly as you bury your face in your hands. "I was right there with you."

"Really?" you whine, hands falling to your lap. "'Cause it feels silly."

"It's not silly," she shakes her head, scooting closer. "I agree. Too much tongue right off the bat is a no-go. That's step one down— figuring out what you like. Second step is figuring out what your partner likes, and we seem to be in agreement, so we've got that step down, too."

"Oh, yeah? What's the third step, then?"

You're almost certain you see her eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment.

Regardless, when her gaze meets your own, there's something in it that you haven't seen before. Something sultry. Something sure.

"You show me what you like."

Your eyes go the slightest bit wider.

"Show you? Like… the porn I watch? Or…"

"Kiss me, Y/n. Only way to learn is to try."

You go still. Your heart starts beating a little faster.

"Oh," you breathe. "Are you… Are you sure?"

"Are you?"

"Yes! Yes— I mean… yeah."

She chuckles as you grimace at your own awkward fumbling.

And then, she reaches forward. Cradles your jaw with a warm hand. Leans in until your lips are a hairsbreadth away from hers.

"Go ahead, then. Show me what you like."

It isn't smooth at first. Neither of you tries to pretend it is.

You lean forward just enough that your mouth brushes hers, pull back because you get too flustered, and then try again, firmly planting your lips to her own as you both chuckle through it all.

"Stop smiling," she mumbles into the kiss.

"You're smiling, too," you mumble back.

"No 'm not."

"I can feel-"

"Okay," she pulls back to scold you, though the smile is still present on her lips, "talk or kiss. You pick. We can't do both."

"Kiss, kiss," you giggle, reaching up to cradle her face, too. "Sorry— definitely kiss."

"Yeah?" She nods, the hand that was against your cheek now gently grasping your wrist. "You sure?"

"I'm sure," you nod back.

"Good. C'mere."

Something crackles in the air this time. You're quicker to find your footing. It's easier to settle into a rhythm.

And before you know it, you're both breathing heavy, refusing to pull away, tongues darting out to trace each other's bottom lip.

When you finally do pull away, it's only to catch your breath.

Your faces stay close. Your breath stays ragged. Your hand stays on her face, and her hand stays on your hip— though you don't even remember it landing there.

"Good?" She murmurs, grey irises glittering and pupils gone wide.

You're still breathless as you reply.

"Yeah… yeah, that was good."

"Not the kiss, doll. You. Are you good?"

"Oh," you pull back in surprise, "y-yeah. I'm… I'm really good, actually."

"Yeah?" A lazy smirk pulls at her swollen lips. "Ready to get out there and kiss some dimes?"

The fact is, she's the only person you've really thought about kissing lately, and after what just happened, you know damn well that's not changing any time soon.

But you don't mention that. You just nod, still breathless and buzzing.

"Yeah. I'm ready." ──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚── When Sevika swings her apartment door open for you, she's met with your defeated smile.

"What's wrong, baby?" She asks, stepping aside to let you in. "Date didn't go well?"

You shrug off your coat with a sigh and hang it on the rack as she closes the door behind you.

"It was fine. Great, actually, which is what sucks."

"Oh, shit… too much tongue too early, huh?"

You bark out a laugh, leaning against the door and letting your head fall back against the wood.

"No, no… nothing like that."

Your eyes narrow as you think.

"Something like that, actually…"

She tilts her head to the side, brows knitting together.

"Do tell."

"I just… I don't know. We kissed. It was… fine. Just fine. Which, I don't really get, because, technically, they did everything right. Didn't come on too strong or too fast. A tasteful amount of tongue."

Sevika can't help but chortle at that.

"Then what was the matter?"

You stare up at her for a moment, eyes darting across her features like you'll find the answer somewhere in them.

And then, your eyes meet hers, and you remember how her irises looked all glassy and her pupils looked all blown-out, and the answer is suddenly right in front of you.

"What are you—"

"Can I kiss you?"

You half expect her to look at you like you're crazy. Or laugh at you, maybe.

What you don't expect is for her to step forward, put her hands on your hips, and lean in.

"Yeah, doll," she whispers. "Course you can."

There's no scrambling for rhythm this time.

Your lips meet, and you melt, your arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders.

It's slow at first, just as you like it. Tender. Gentle.

And then, it's not.

Then, it's hands twisting in the fabric of each other's clothes, breaths mingling with one another's, tongues finally dancing.

"Sorry," you pull away to pant, "haven't really had my tongue in somebody else's mouth before, so it's probably not the most graceful—"

"Talk or kiss, baby," Sevika interrupts. "Talk or kiss."

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

You tried distracting yourself at first. You scrolled mindlessly through your phone for nearly twenty minutes while laying across her mattress, legs kicking lazily behind you while your mind wandered in dangerous directions.

Every little thing kept dragging your thoughts back to Sevika somehow, from the deep imprint she’d left in the mattress to the memory of her rough laugh earlier that evening while her hand rested heavy against your lower back.

You kept thinking about her hands especially, the contrast between rough flesh and cold metal constantly replaying in your head until your thighs started pressing together unconsciously.

By the time you finally tossed your phone aside with a frustrated sigh, your body already felt warm and restless in a way that made it impossible to ignore yourself any longer.

It started innocently enough. Your hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts almost absentmindedly while you stared up at the ceiling trying not to think too hard about what you were doing. Your fingertips brushed lightly over your clothed pussy first, slow tentative touches that sent tiny sparks of heat through your stomach immediately.

A shaky breath left your mouth the second you felt how damp your panties already were, embarrassment mixing instantly with arousal hard enough to make your face burn. You closed your eyes tightly for a second because realizing how wet you’d gotten from nothing but thoughts of Sevika felt humiliating in the hottest possible way.

“Fuck,” you whispered quietly to yourself while your hips shifted against the mattress. Even your own voice sounded breathless already, softer than usual in the dark silence of Sevika’s bedroom. Your fingers rubbed slowly over your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, teasing just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble slightly around your hand.

Every little movement dragged more slick between your folds until the fabric felt soaked against your skin, sticking uncomfortably every time your hips rolled upward searching for friction. The shame of it only made you wetter because somewhere deep down you knew Sevika would probably love seeing you like this.

You finally pushed your shorts and panties down your thighs with trembling fingers after another few desperate minutes of teasing yourself through the fabric. Cool air brushed against your soaked pussy immediately, making you gasp softly while your legs spread wider across Sevika’s sheets without thinking about it.

Slick glistened visibly between your thighs already, wetness clinging to your folds and smearing against your fingertips the second you touched yourself properly.

Your clit ached embarrassingly hard beneath your fingers from how worked up you already were, swollen and sensitive after spending nearly an hour torturing yourself with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t have been having about your friend.

The sight alone nearly made your stomach twist because you looked absolutely ruined already and Sevika hadn’t even touched you.

And god, the thoughts themselves were filthy. You kept imagining Sevika catching you exactly like this, spread open on her bed with your fingers buried between your thighs while her name sat heavy on your tongue.

You imagined the slow way her eyes would drag over your body first, taking in every detail before she said something cruelly amused in that rough low voice of hers. You imagined her grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head while she looked down at your dripping pussy like she’d finally figured you out completely.

Worst of all, you imagined the way Sevika would touch you afterward, rough hands spreading your thighs apart while she mocked how desperate you’d gotten for her.

The fantasy alone made your pussy clench hard around nothing. A broken moan slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it while your fingers slid lower through slick folds, gathering wetness before circling back up toward your clit again. Wet sounds filled the room softly every time your fingers moved against yourself, embarrassingly loud in the otherwise silent apartment.

Your hips rocked upward automatically into your own touch, chasing friction desperately while your free hand tangled into Sevika’s sheets beside your head. Everything felt too hot suddenly, your skin flushed and sticky while arousal curled tighter and tighter low in your stomach.

You couldn’t stop thinking about Sevika’s mouth either. You imagined her broad shoulders settling between your thighs while her metal hand forced your legs wider apart against the mattress. You imagined the rough scrape of her stubble against your inner thighs while she kissed higher and higher until she finally reached your soaked pussy.

You imagined her groaning against you after the first taste, dark eyes flicking upward toward your face while her tongue dragged slowly through your folds. The mental image hit so hard your fingers stuttered against your clit while a needy little whine escaped your throat embarrassingly loud.

“Sevika…” Her name fell from your lips like a confession more than anything else. Your voice sounded wrecked already, breathless and soft while your thighs shook harder around your hand. The sound of her name filling her bedroom only made everything worse because it suddenly felt too real, too intimate, too obvious what you wanted from her.

Your fingers sped up instinctively afterward, rubbing messy circles over your swollen clit while slick coated your hand and the inside of your thighs completely. You were close already, dangerously close, and the realization made panic and excitement twist together painfully in your chest.

You didn’t hear the apartment door unlock over the sound of your own breathing. You didn’t hear Sevika’s heavy boots crossing the apartment floor while you writhed across her sheets completely lost in yourself. You didn’t hear the bedroom door creak open slowly because another moan had just left your mouth while your hips bucked harder into your hand. The only thing you noticed was the sudden rough voice cutting clean through the room like a knife. “Don’t stop.”

Every muscle in your body locked instantly. Your hand froze between your thighs while your eyes snapped toward the doorway so fast it almost hurt. Sevika stood there with one shoulder leaned casually against the frame, massive body taking up most of the space while her sharp eyes stayed locked directly between your spread legs.

Rain still dampened parts of her shirt and dark hair from outside, making her somehow look even rougher than usual beneath the dim apartment lighting. The expression on her face wasn’t anger like you expected either, which honestly might’ve been worse because she looked far too interested.

Heat flooded your entire body so violently it almost made you dizzy. You scrambled upright immediately, trying desperately to yank your shorts back over your thighs while your pulse slammed wildly against your ribs hard enough to hurt. “Shit— Sevika, I didn’t hear you come back,” you blurted out quickly, voice thin with panic and embarrassment.

Your pussy throbbed painfully from the sudden adrenaline rush, slick still coating your fingers while Sevika watched every frantic movement you made without looking away once. The silence stretched just long enough to make humiliation creep higher and higher up your throat.

Then Sevika clicked her tongue softly. “Nah,” she said lowly while pushing herself off the doorway. The single word came out calm and rough enough to send another pulse of heat straight between your legs despite everything. Her eyes dropped slowly down your body again, lingering shamelessly on the wetness between your thighs before flicking back toward your face. “Don’t cover up now,” she added quietly, voice almost amused in a way that made your stomach twist harder.

Your hands stopped moving completely after that. They just hovered uselessly near the waistband of your shorts while Sevika stepped fully into the room and shut the bedroom door behind her with a soft click that somehow sounded louder than anything else had all night.

The noise sent a fresh wave of panic curling through your chest because the closed door suddenly made everything feel impossibly intimate, impossibly real.

Sevika stayed near the foot of the bed for a moment without speaking, broad shoulders relaxed while her eyes kept dragging slowly over your body like she was taking her time memorizing every detail. You felt exposed beneath that stare in a way that made your pussy ache harder instead of less, which honestly only humiliated you further.

“You were thinking about me,” Sevika said eventually, her voice low and rough enough to make your thighs twitch again. It wasn’t phrased like a question because she already knew the answer from the look on your face alone.

Your mouth opened slightly like you wanted to deny it, but nothing actually came out because there was no believable lie left anymore. Not when your fingers were still wet. Not when your legs were still spread across her sheets.

Not when she’d very obviously heard her own name falling from your mouth before she walked in. Sevika noticed the way your face burned hotter immediately, and the corner of her mouth twitched upward in something dangerously close to a smirk.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered quietly after a few painful seconds of silence, even though the apology sounded weak and breathless the second it left your mouth.

Your fingers tightened slightly in the sheets beneath you while you avoided looking directly at her, too embarrassed to handle the intensity in Sevika’s eyes right now. “I know I shouldn’t’ve—” you started again, but Sevika cut you off before you could finish the sentence properly.

“Shouldn’t’ve been spread open on my bed touching your pussy while thinking about me?” she asked casually, each filthy word landing directly in your stomach like a physical weight.

The bluntness of it stole the air from your lungs instantly because hearing Sevika say it out loud somehow made everything ten times dirtier.

A shaky breath slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it. Your pussy clenched visibly around nothing again at the sound of Sevika’s voice turning rough around words like pussy and spread open, which only made embarrassment burn hotter beneath your skin.

Sevika noticed immediately too because her eyes flicked downward between your thighs with sharp focus before dragging slowly back up toward your face again. “Fuck,” she murmured under her breath while watching you squirm against the mattress.

The sound wasn’t mocking this time either, which honestly made your heartbeat speed up even harder. There was actual hunger in her voice now, low and restrained and dangerous enough to make your stomach flip violently.

Sevika moved closer to the bed again after another long second of silence stretched between you both. Her heavy boots thudded softly against the floor while your pulse pounded harder with every step she took toward you.

The mattress dipped slightly beneath one of her knees when she leaned onto the bed, metal arm braced beside your thigh while she looked down at you from painfully close range now.

The size difference suddenly felt unfair in a way that made your entire body flush hotter beneath her stare, especially with Sevika towering over you while you sat there flushed and wet and half naked in her sheets.

“Look at you,” she said quietly, voice roughening further while her eyes dragged between your trembling thighs again. “Got yourself this worked up all on your own.”

You swallowed hard enough for Sevika to notice. Her gaze flicked toward your throat briefly before settling back onto your face again, dark eyes steady enough to make your skin feel hot everywhere they landed. “Sevika…” you started weakly, though you weren’t even fully sure what you were trying to say anymore.

Maybe you wanted her to stop. Maybe you wanted her closer. Maybe you wanted both badly enough to make your head spin because this entire situation felt completely out of control already.

Sevika must’ve seen some part of that panic on your face because her expression softened slightly around the edges, though it still didn’t make her look any less dangerous.

“You want me to leave?” she asked finally, and the question hit you harder than expected. Her voice stayed low and calm while she said it, but there was something restrained underneath the words that made your stomach tighten painfully.

Sevika’s hand flexed once against the mattress beside your thigh while she waited for your answer, metal fingers curling slightly into the sheets near your hip. The silence stretched too long because the truth sat heavy at the back of your throat immediately.

You didn’t want her to leave at all, and Sevika seemed to realize that from the way your thighs pressed together instinctively instead of pulling away from her.

“No,” you admitted softly after another second passed, your voice embarrassingly quiet beneath the pounding of your heartbeat.

The confession seemed to affect Sevika instantly because her jaw tightened slightly while her eyes darkened in a way that made heat flood straight between your legs again. “No?” she repeated slowly, like she wanted to hear you say it twice just to make sure.

You shook your head carefully against the pillows while your fingers twisted tighter in the sheets beneath you, completely unable to look away from her now.

Sevika stared at you for another long moment afterward before exhaling quietly through her nose, like she was trying very hard to hold herself back from something.

“Then keep going,” she said finally.

Your breath caught sharply in your throat the second the words left her mouth. You just stared at her for a moment because surely you’d heard her wrong somehow, but Sevika’s expression never changed.

She stayed leaned over you with one knee pressed into the mattress beside your thigh while her eyes flicked deliberately toward your hand still hovering uselessly near your stomach.

“You heard me,” she added quietly when you still didn’t move. Her voice dropped lower afterward, rough enough to send another pulse of heat straight through your body. “Touch your pussy again.”

A needy little sound escaped your throat before you could stop it. The command alone made your clit throb painfully hard between your legs while slick continued dripping slowly onto Sevika’s sheets beneath you.

Your fingers hesitated for another second anyway because this felt insane now, completely insane, but Sevika just kept watching you with those heavy dark eyes that made thinking impossible.

“C’mon,” she murmured softly, almost coaxing now despite how rough her voice still sounded. “You were doing such a pretty job before I interrupted you.”

Your entire body burned at the praise. The warmth in Sevika’s tone mixed horribly with the humiliation already curling through your chest until your thighs trembled visibly beneath her stare again.

Sevika noticed instantly, gaze dropping between your legs while a slow smirk finally pulled properly across her mouth this time. “There it is,” she muttered darkly, clearly enjoying every second of watching your body react to her.

The sight of her looking at you like that nearly made your brain short circuit completely because Sevika had never looked at you this openly before. Never let you see hunger written this clearly across her face.

Slowly, almost nervously, your hand slid back down between your thighs. Your fingertips brushed lightly through your soaked folds first, gathering slick that coated your fingers immediately before circling back toward your clit again.

A soft moan escaped your mouth the second you touched yourself properly because you were still embarrassingly sensitive from before Sevika interrupted you.

Your hips jerked upward instinctively into your own hand while wet sounds filled the room again almost immediately. Sevika’s eyes stayed locked on the movement between your thighs so intensely it nearly made your entire body shake.

“Fuck,” Sevika breathed quietly under her breath while watching your fingers rub slow circles over your swollen clit. The word sounded strained now, lower and rougher than before in a way that made your stomach tighten hard.

You could physically feel how focused she was on your body, on the slick coating your fingers, on the way your pussy clenched every time you moaned softly.

“Look how wet you are,” she murmured after another second passed, voice almost disbelieving despite the obvious arousal thickening it now.

The filthy observation made your face burn all over again because your pussy actually pulsed harder at hearing Sevika describe you like that out loud.

Your hand shook slightly between your thighs after that. Every slow circle over your clit felt almost too intense now with Sevika watching from so close beside you, her entire focus locked directly onto the slick movements of your fingers. The room had gone unbearably warm somewhere during all of this, heat sticking to your skin while your breathing turned thinner and more uneven with every passing second.

Wet sounds filled the silence steadily each time your fingers dragged through your folds before rubbing back over your swollen clit again, embarrassingly loud against the quiet hum of the apartment outside. Sevika watched every single movement like she couldn’t look away even if she tried, dark eyes fixed between your thighs with an intensity that made your stomach twist painfully.

“Shit,” Sevika muttered quietly again, almost to herself this time. Her flesh hand slid slowly across the mattress beside your hip while she leaned a little closer over you, broad shoulders boxing you further into the bed beneath her weight.

The movement filled your senses instantly because now you could smell cigarette smoke and leather and Sevika herself so much stronger than before.

Your pussy clenched hard around nothing from the closeness alone while your hips rocked helplessly upward into your own touch again. Sevika’s gaze flicked upward briefly toward your face when you whimpered softly, and the look in her eyes nearly made your entire body shake.

“You always this sensitive?” she asked lowly after another moment passed. Her voice sounded rough enough to scrape against your skin while her eyes dropped immediately back down to where your fingers kept rubbing desperate little circles over your clit.

You couldn’t answer properly because your thoughts felt sluggish and overheated now, tangled completely in the humiliation and arousal twisting together inside your chest.

Another shaky moan escaped your mouth instead, softer this time, almost needy in a way that made Sevika’s jaw tighten visibly. “Yeah,” she murmured after hearing it. “Thought so.”

Your free hand tightened harder in the sheets beside you while your thighs spread wider unconsciously beneath her stare. Slick coated the inside of your legs completely now, glistening against your skin every time the dim apartment light caught it just right.

You could physically feel how soaked your pussy had become, every movement of your fingers slipping wetly through your folds before circling back toward your clit again.

The shame of it made your face burn hotter because Sevika could obviously see all of it too. She could see exactly what she was doing to you without even touching you yet.

“Look at this mess,” Sevika said quietly, and your stomach twisted violently at the sound of genuine fascination in her voice. Her metal hand moved slowly then, cold fingers brushing lightly against the inside of your thigh while she watched your entire body jolt at the contact.

The temperature difference sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through your stomach immediately, your hips twitching against the mattress while a breathless sound escaped your throat.

Sevika noticed every reaction instantly because her eyes narrowed slightly while her metal fingertips dragged higher along your damp skin. “Can barely keep your legs still,” she added roughly while your thighs trembled around her hand.

“Sevika…” Her name left your mouth softer this time, almost pleading without you meaning it to sound that way. Your fingers stuttered briefly against your clit while Sevika’s hand continued sliding slowly upward along your inner thigh, stopping dangerously close to where you needed her most.

The restraint in the movement nearly hurt because she wasn’t actually touching your pussy yet, just hovering close enough to make your entire body ache in anticipation.

You could feel cool metal near your soaked folds now, close enough that every tiny shift of your hips brushed you nearer to her fingers. Sevika’s gaze lifted toward your face again when you squirmed helplessly beneath her.

“What?” she asked quietly, though her expression said she already knew exactly what you wanted. Her voice had softened slightly beneath the roughness now, lower and more intimate in a way that made your pulse pound even harder against your ribs. You opened your mouth to answer before immediately closing it again because saying the words out loud suddenly felt impossible.

Admitting how badly you wanted Sevika to touch you felt terrifying after spending so long pretending these feelings didn’t exist. Sevika watched the conflict flicker across your face for another long second before exhaling softly through her nose.

“You gonna ask me for it?” she murmured.

The question hit you hard enough to make your pussy clench visibly again. Your hips rolled upward instinctively searching for more friction while your fingers rubbed faster over your clit without thinking about it.

Sevika’s eyes dropped immediately to the movement between your thighs, her expression darkening further at the sight of your slick fingers moving desperately against yourself now.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath while watching you unravel beneath her. The sound alone nearly made your head spin because Sevika looked genuinely affected now, like holding herself back was becoming difficult.

Your breathing grew shakier by the second. Every rub against your clit sent little pulses of pleasure shooting through your stomach now, building tighter and tighter until your thighs wouldn’t stop trembling around your hand anymore.

You were already close again embarrassingly fast, especially with Sevika staring at your pussy like she wanted to bury herself between your legs immediately.

The pressure building low in your stomach felt almost painful now, hot and heavy and impossible to ignore while your hips rocked faster against your own fingers. Sevika noticed instantly because her eyes sharpened while she watched your body start losing rhythm.

“There you go,” she murmured softly. “Getting close already, huh?”

The praise made your entire body jerk slightly against the mattress. A needy sound escaped your mouth before you could stop it while your fingers slipped through slick even faster now, wet noises filling the room steadily beneath your uneven breathing.

Sevika’s metal hand finally moved higher again after another second passed, fingertips brushing lightly through the slick coating the inside of your thigh before stopping right beside your pussy.

The touch wasn’t direct enough. Not nearly enough. But somehow that made it worse because you could feel exactly how close she was to finally touching you properly.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” Sevika said suddenly.

Your fingers faltered briefly in surprise while your eyes snapped toward her face again. Sevika stayed completely calm beside you despite the hunger obvious in her expression now, dark gaze moving slowly between your face and the mess between your thighs while she waited. “Sevika…” you breathed weakly, immediately embarrassed by the idea of saying any of it out loud.

Her eyebrow lifted slightly at your hesitation while her metal fingertips traced another slow line along your inner thigh. “C’mon,” she said roughly. “You were moaning my name into my fucking pillows before I walked in. Don’t get shy now.”

Heat flooded your face so hard it hurt. Your pussy throbbed painfully from embarrassment and arousal mixing together while your fingers kept rubbing messy desperate circles over your clit automatically.

Sevika watched you struggle for words for another second before leaning closer suddenly, close enough that her breath brushed faintly against your jaw.

“Tell me,” she repeated quietly, voice dropping lower until it almost sounded like a growl. The sound sent another sharp pulse through your stomach immediately. “Tell me what you wanted me to do to you.”

Your entire body burned beneath her stare after that. The question hung heavy between you both while your fingers slowed shakily against your clit, your brain scrambling uselessly through humiliation and want at the exact same time.

Sevika stayed close enough that you could feel the warmth rolling off her body now, her broad frame practically crowding you into the mattress while those dark eyes watched every tiny reaction crossing your face.

Her metal fingertips still rested against your inner thigh too, cold enough to keep making your muscles twitch every few seconds whenever they brushed your skin accidentally.

The combination of everything nearly made your head spin because you’d spent so long trying not to want Sevika like this that actually admitting it out loud felt terrifying.

“I…” Your voice cracked embarrassingly fast the second you tried speaking properly.

A soft curse left Sevika’s mouth at the sound while her eyes dragged slowly down toward your lips before settling back onto your face again.

Your pussy clenched hard around nothing beneath her attention, slick practically dripping against the sheets now while your fingers trembled helplessly between your thighs.

“I was thinking about your mouth,” you admitted finally, barely above a whisper by the end of the sentence. The confession immediately made Sevika go still in a way that felt dangerous.

“Yeah?” she asked quietly after another second passed. Her voice sounded deeper now, rough enough that the single word sent heat rushing violently through your stomach again.

You nodded weakly against the pillows while your hips twitched upward searching unconsciously for more friction beneath your hand. Sevika watched the movement instantly, gaze dropping between your thighs while her jaw tightened visibly.

“Tell me,” she said again, slower this time, eyes still fixed directly on your soaked pussy. “Tell me exactly what you were thinking.”

Your stomach twisted hard enough to hurt. The embarrassment should’ve stopped you completely, but Sevika’s expression had gone so intensely focused now that the words started spilling out before you could lose your nerve.

“I was thinking about you between my legs,” you whispered shakily while your fingers rubbed another messy circle over your clit. “About you making me keep my thighs open for you.”

The second sentence nearly dissolved into a moan because Sevika’s metal fingertips suddenly pressed harder into the inside of your thigh at the exact same time. “Fuck,” Sevika muttered softly beneath her breath while watching your body react to her.

Then she moved.

The mattress dipped harder beneath her weight as Sevika shifted lower between your thighs without breaking eye contact once. Your breath caught sharply in your throat while she settled herself properly against the bed, broad shoulders spreading your legs apart further automatically just from her size alone.

One large hand slid firmly beneath your thigh before pulling it higher over her shoulder, exposing your soaked pussy completely beneath the dim apartment lighting.

The sight made your face burn all over again because slick glistened visibly between your folds now, wetness coating your fingers and inner thighs completely. Sevika stared directly at it for a long second before exhaling quietly through her nose like she was restraining herself.

“This what you wanted?” she asked roughly while her thumb dragged slowly through the slick gathered along your inner thigh. The touch made your hips jerk upward instantly because you were sensitive enough now that even the smallest contact felt overwhelming.

“Wanted me down here looking at your pretty pussy?” Sevika continued lowly while her eyes flicked upward toward your face again. The filthy wording alone nearly made your thighs close around her head, but Sevika’s metal hand immediately stopped you by gripping your leg firmly in place. “Keep them open,” she murmured. “Lemme see.”

A broken whine escaped your throat immediately. Your fingers finally slipped away from your clit completely because Sevika was between your legs now, actually there, and your brain genuinely couldn’t process it fast enough.

The sudden loss of friction made your pussy throb painfully hard while your hips twitched restlessly against the mattress beneath you. Sevika noticed instantly because her mouth twitched slightly at the corners before she leaned closer.

Warm breath brushed directly against your soaked folds first, making your entire body jolt violently beneath her. “Sevika,” you gasped softly, almost panicked by how badly you suddenly needed her.

“You said you were thinking about my mouth,” Sevika reminded you quietly. Her voice vibrated low against the inside of your thigh while her eyes stayed locked on your face now instead of the mess between your legs.

“So tell me,” she continued roughly while her flesh hand spread your folds apart slowly with two fingers. “Tell me what else you wanted.” The movement exposed your clit completely to the cool air, already swollen and slick and twitching visibly beneath her touch.

Sevika cursed softly under her breath at the sight before dragging her thumb lightly over it once. Your back arched immediately off the mattress.

“Oh my god—”

The cry tore out of your throat embarrassingly loud. Your thighs shook violently around Sevika’s shoulders while your fingers twisted helplessly into the sheets beside your head.

Sevika stared directly at your face while rubbing another slow circle over your clit, expression darkening visibly when your hips bucked harder toward her touch.

“That sensitive already?” she asked lowly, almost sounding amused despite the obvious hunger thickening her voice now.

You couldn’t answer properly because pleasure was hitting too fast now, every tiny movement against your clit sending sharp pulses straight through your stomach. Sevika watched you struggle for words for another second before leaning closer suddenly.

Then her tongue dragged slowly through your folds.

The feeling hit hard enough to make your entire body seize. A strangled moan escaped your mouth while your thighs tried desperately to close around Sevika’s head again, but her metal hand kept you spread open effortlessly.

Her tongue moved slow at first, gathering slick before dragging upward toward your clit while a rough groan vibrated deep in her throat at the taste of you.

The sound nearly made your brain shut down completely because Sevika actually sounded affected, genuinely enjoying herself between your legs right now. “Fuck,” she muttered roughly against your pussy before licking into you again even deeper than before.

Your hands flew into her hair automatically. Fingers tangled tightly into the dark strands while your hips rocked helplessly against Sevika’s mouth searching for more pressure, more friction, more anything.

Sevika let you pull at her hair without complaint while her tongue continued working through your soaked folds slowly and thoroughly like she was savouring every reaction she dragged from you.

Every wet sound filled the room embarrassingly loudly now, mixing with your broken moans and Sevika’s rough breathing between your thighs.

The slick scrape of her stubble against your inner legs only made everything feel dirtier too, enough that your clit kept twitching uncontrollably every time she exhaled against it. You could physically feel yourself dripping around her tongue now, body completely giving up beneath her.

“This what you were imagining?” Sevika asked suddenly against your pussy.

The vibration of her voice against your clit made you cry out sharply. Your hips jerked upward hard enough that Sevika’s grip tightened immediately on your thighs, metal fingers digging firmly into soft skin while she held you open for her mouth.

“Y-yes,” you gasped desperately while your head pressed deeper into the pillows behind you. “Fuck, yes.”

The admission came out wrecked and needy and completely honest now because there was no point pretending anymore. Sevika groaned softly after hearing it, the sound low and rough and genuinely pleased in a way that made your stomach tighten violently again.

“Good,” she murmured before licking another slow stripe directly over your clit.

Your entire body kept trembling beneath Sevika after that. Every slow drag of her tongue through your soaked folds made your hips jerk helplessly against her mouth while your fingers tightened harder in her hair. The room felt blurry around the edges now, pleasure building so intensely beneath your skin that it almost hurt to breathe properly.

Sevika stayed settled heavily between your thighs while her metal hand kept one leg thrown securely over her shoulder, holding you open exactly the way you’d imagined earlier. The realization alone nearly made you whine because somehow the reality felt even dirtier than the fantasy ever had.

“That all?” Sevika asked roughly after another long lick against your clit. Her voice vibrated low against your pussy again, sending another sharp pulse straight through your stomach while your thighs shook harder around her head.

“That’s all you were thinking about?” she continued quietly, dark eyes flicking upward toward your face while her tongue dragged teasing little circles over your clit now instead of giving you enough pressure.

The question immediately made your stomach twist because there had been so much more in your head earlier. Filthier things. Things you’d never planned on admitting out loud to Sevika in your entire life.

Your breathing turned embarrassingly uneven again. One of your hands slipped from Sevika’s hair down toward your own throat unconsciously while you tried forcing words past the humiliation tightening in your chest.

Sevika noticed the movement instantly because her eyes followed your fingers carefully before narrowing slightly in understanding.

“Fuck,” she muttered softly against your skin. The single word sounded dangerously interested. “C’mon,” she coaxed lower afterward while her thumb rubbed another slow circle against your clit. “Tell me what else you wanted.”

You swallowed hard enough to hurt.

“I was thinking…” Your voice nearly disappeared completely for a second while Sevika stayed perfectly still waiting beneath you. “I was thinking about you choking me,” you admitted shakily while heat flooded your entire body again.

The confession immediately made Sevika groan softly against your thigh, dark eyes flashing upward toward your face again with open hunger this time.

Your pussy clenched hard enough around nothing to make your hips twitch violently against her mouth. “Yeah?” Sevika asked quietly, voice suddenly rougher than before. “You want my hand around your throat that bad?”

The filthy wording made a broken sound leave your mouth immediately. Your thighs trembled violently around her shoulders while Sevika slowly licked another stripe through your folds, clearly enjoying the way your body reacted every time she spoke. “Wanted you pinning me down,” you confessed weakly while your fingers curled tighter into the sheets beneath you.

“Wanted you choking me while you made me cum.” The second sentence barely came out steady because Sevika’s expression changed completely after hearing it. Her pupils looked blown wide now, jaw tight enough that you could see the muscle flexing beneath her skin.

Then Sevika finally moved upward again.

The sudden loss of her mouth against your pussy made you whine softly while she climbed over you instead, broad body settling heavily between your spread thighs. Her hand grabbed your jaw roughly before tilting your face upward toward hers while her other arm braced beside your head against the mattress.

You could taste yourself faintly on her mouth already from where she’d been between your legs seconds earlier, and the realization alone nearly made your brain short circuit.

“Like this?” Sevika asked lowly while her flesh hand slid slowly down from your jaw toward your throat. Your pulse jumped wildly beneath her fingers the second she touched you there.

“Fuck,” you whispered shakily.

Sevika’s hand tightened.

Not enough to hurt. Not enough to stop your breathing. Just enough pressure to make your entire body arch upward instinctively beneath her while a needy moan spilled from your mouth.

Her dark eyes stayed locked directly on your face while her thumb pressed slowly against the side of your throat, feeling the way your pulse raced beneath her hand now.

“Pretty,” she muttered softly while watching your expression fall apart beneath the pressure. The praise mixed horribly with the choking, enough that your pussy throbbed so hard it almost ached.

“I was thinking about you slapping my tits too,” you admitted suddenly before embarrassment could stop you. The words rushed out breathlessly while Sevika stared down at you with obvious fascination spreading slowly across her face now.

“Shit,” she breathed softly, almost sounding impressed by the confession. Her hand stayed around your throat while the other slid downward over your chest slowly, fingers curling against the fabric of your shirt before tugging it upward impatiently.

Cool air brushed across your skin the second your chest was exposed fully beneath her. Sevika stared for maybe half a second before her expression darkened again instantly.

Then her palm smacked sharply against one of your breasts.

The sound cracked loudly through the bedroom. A cry escaped your mouth immediately while your back arched hard off the mattress, nipples tightening painfully from the sudden sting mixed with pleasure shooting through your body. Sevika’s hand rubbed over the reddening skin afterward almost absentmindedly while she watched your reaction closely.

“That what you wanted?” she asked lowly while her thumb brushed slowly across your nipple afterward. The roughness in her voice nearly made your head spin completely.

“Yes,” you gasped immediately. “Fuck, yes.”

Sevika laughed softly under her breath after hearing how desperate you sounded. Her hand squeezed your throat once more before finally loosening enough for you to breathe properly again while she leaned closer over you.

“Anything else?” she asked quietly against your lips. The question should’ve embarrassed you more than it did, but your body already felt too overheated and desperate to stop now.

Your hands slid upward against Sevika’s shoulders slowly while your thighs wrapped instinctively around her waist. “I was thinking about you spitting in my mouth,” you whispered weakly.

Sevika froze for half a second.

Then she groaned.

“Fuckin’ filthy,” she muttered darkly while staring down at you like she wanted to ruin you completely now. Heat flooded straight between your legs again while your pussy clenched hard around nothing beneath her weight.

Sevika’s hand slid from your throat into your hair instead, gripping tightly near the roots before tugging your head backward slightly. “Open,” she ordered lowly.

Your lips parted immediately.

Sevika stared down into your mouth for one long second before spitting directly onto your tongue.

The act felt so filthy and intimate that a moan escaped your throat instantly. Your hips bucked upward hard against Sevika’s waist while your eyes squeezed shut briefly from how intensely arousal crashed through your body afterward. Sevika watched the reaction carefully before grabbing your jaw again roughly. “Swallow it,” she murmured.

You obeyed instantly.

“Good girl,” Sevika praised softly afterward, and your pussy practically throbbed at the words.

Then your brain caught back up with another fantasy you’d been obsessing over earlier.

“I was imagining grinding against you too,” you admitted breathlessly while your hands slid lower down Sevika’s body. “Pussy against pussy.” The confession immediately made Sevika’s expression darken further.

Her eyes dragged slowly downward between your bodies before lifting back toward your face again while something hungry flickered visibly behind them now. “Yeah?” she asked lowly.

You nodded desperately beneath her.

“Wanted to feel you grind against me until we both came,” you whispered.

Sevika cursed softly under her breath again.

Then one of her thick thighs suddenly shoved firmly between your legs.

Your entire body jolted at the pressure immediately while Sevika grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise. “Then grind,” she ordered roughly while forcing your hips downward against her thigh.

The friction hit your clit instantly, slick dragging hot against denim while a loud moan ripped from your throat before you could stop it.

Sevika watched your face carefully while guiding your hips harder against her, expression growing darker every second you lost yourself further beneath her.

“That it?” she murmured roughly against your mouth while your pussy dragged desperately against her thigh again and again. “This what you wanted so bad?”

“Please.”

The word fell out of your mouth before you could even think about it properly. Your hips kept grinding desperately against Sevika’s thigh while she held you down against her with both hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises later.

Every drag of rough denim against your swollen clit sent sharp pulses through your stomach now, enough that your thighs shook uncontrollably around Sevika’s body. The friction felt good, too good, but it still wasn’t enough anymore. You wanted skin. Wanted heat. Wanted her.

“Please what?” Sevika asked lowly against your mouth.

The roughness in her voice nearly made your brain melt completely. Her eyes stayed fixed on your face while she continued forcing your hips against her thigh in slow hard movements, clearly enjoying how wrecked you already looked beneath her.

Your chest heaved beneath your pushed-up shirt while slick smeared messily against the inside of your thighs and Sevika’s jeans now from how wet you’d gotten.

The embarrassment should’ve mattered more than it did, but you couldn’t think about anything except the ache between your legs and the unbearable need building tighter every second.

“Need your clothes off,” you gasped desperately while your fingers clutched at the fabric of Sevika’s shirt. “Need to feel you properly.”

Sevika’s jaw tightened visibly at that.

“Yeah?” she murmured softly, though her voice had gone dangerously rough now. One of her hands slid lower against your hip before gripping hard enough to still your desperate movements briefly against her thigh. The sudden loss of friction made a pathetic whine leave your mouth immediately while your hips tried instinctively to move again.

Sevika watched the reaction closely, dark eyes practically burning into your face while a slow smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Look at you,” she muttered quietly. “So desperate already.”

“Sevika, please,” you begged again, softer this time.

The sound did something to her.

You saw it instantly in the way her expression shifted, restraint cracking visibly beneath the hunger spreading across her face now. Sevika cursed softly under her breath before sitting back slightly on the bed, large hands dragging roughly down your thighs while she stared at the mess between them. Your pussy looked absolutely ruined already, swollen and slick and twitching every time cool air hit your clit wrong.

Thick wetness coated the inside of your legs and smeared against Sevika’s sheets beneath you from how long she’d been teasing and touching you. Sevika stared for maybe a second too long before dragging her eyes back upward toward your face again.

“You gonna behave if I do?” she asked lowly.

You nodded immediately.

Too quickly.

The eagerness made Sevika laugh softly beneath her breath while she finally reached down toward her own clothes. Your stomach tightened violently watching her movements, pulse pounding so hard you could feel it everywhere while Sevika slowly unbuckled her belt with one hand.

Metal clinked softly through the room before she shoved her jeans down her thighs enough to reveal dark underwear stretched tightly against broad muscular legs.

The sight alone nearly made your mouth water because Sevika looked unfairly good even half dressed, all heavy muscle and rough hands and sharp hungry eyes watching your reactions carefully.

“Fuck,” you whispered weakly.

Sevika’s smirk deepened slightly after hearing it.

Then she shoved her underwear down too.

Your breath caught so hard it almost hurt.

Sevika spread her thighs slightly while sitting back against the bed, giving you your first proper look at her pussy beneath the dim apartment lighting.

Dark curls sat between strong muscular thighs already slick with arousal, wetness glistening visibly between swollen folds while her clit peeked out slightly from how worked up she’d clearly gotten watching you unravel for her.

She looked gorgeous. Rough and messy and real in a way that made your entire body heat instantly all over again. Your eyes dragged helplessly over the slick gathered between her thighs before flicking back upward toward her face in complete disbelief.

Sevika noticed instantly.

“What?” she asked roughly, though there was something slightly smug beneath the question now.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” you admitted breathlessly.

The confession seemed to catch her off guard for maybe half a second because Sevika’s expression flickered strangely before darkening again almost immediately afterward.

“Yeah?” she muttered quietly while one hand slid slowly between her own thighs. Your stomach twisted violently watching thick fingers drag through the slick coating her folds before circling lazily around her clit once.

A rough exhale left Sevika’s mouth at the contact while her eyes never left yours. “You did this,” she added lowly afterward. “Got me this wet all from touching yourself in my fucking bed.”

The filthy reminder made your pussy clench hard enough to ache.

You couldn’t stop staring at her.

At the wetness glistening between her thighs. At the way her muscles flexed slightly every time her fingers brushed her clit. At the dark hair trailing across her lower stomach and the slick coating her fingers now from touching herself in front of you.

Sevika looked completely different like this, less guarded somehow despite how intense she still seemed. Raw. Hungry. Aroused enough that you could physically see it between her legs now. The realization alone nearly made you moan.

“Come here,” Sevika ordered suddenly.

You moved immediately.

Your body practically crawled toward her across the mattress without hesitation while Sevika leaned back slightly against the headboard, thighs spreading wider to make room for you between them.

Her eyes stayed locked on you the entire time, heavy and dark and impossible to look away from while your breathing grew shakier with every inch closer.

The heat rolling off her body felt overwhelming now that you were close enough to actually touch her properly. You could smell sex and sweat and Sevika herself mixing thickly in the air around you both. Your pussy practically throbbed from how badly you wanted her.

“Sit,” Sevika murmured lowly while patting one thick thigh.

You climbed into her lap immediately.

The second your soaked pussy brushed against Sevika’s slick folds, both of you gasped sharply at the same time. Heat flooded through your body instantly because finally feeling her properly after imagining it for so long nearly overwhelmed your brain completely. Sevika’s pussy felt hot and slick beneath you, wet folds dragging against yours every time your hips shifted even slightly.

Your clit brushed hers accidentally once and your entire body jerked violently from the sudden sharp pleasure. “Fuck,” Sevika groaned softly beneath you while her hands grabbed your hips hard enough to steady you.

“That’s it,” she muttered roughly. “Grind against me.”

You obeyed immediately.

Your hips rolled downward slowly at first, slick pussies dragging wetly against each other while both of you moaned at the sensation together. The friction felt completely different from her thigh earlier, softer and hotter and so much filthier now that you could actually feel Sevika’s wetness smearing against your own.

Every movement made slick spread messily between your thighs while your clits kept catching together in little bursts of overwhelming pleasure. Sevika’s head tipped back briefly against the headboard with a rough groan while her fingers dug harder into your hips. “Fuck, there you go,” she breathed shakily. “Pretty girl.”

Your hips kept moving desperately against Sevika’s without any rhythm left anymore. Every wet grind of your pussy against hers sent sharp bursts of pleasure through your stomach while slick spread hotter and messier between your thighs with each movement.

Sevika stayed leaned back against the headboard beneath you, broad hands gripping your hips tightly while she guided your body against hers exactly the way she wanted.

The room had filled completely with filthy wet sounds now, the drag of your soaked folds against hers mixing with broken moans and uneven breathing until it almost felt impossible to think straight anymore.

You were completely gone for her already, reduced to nothing but desperate grinding and soft needy noises every time your clit caught against hers just right.

“Fuck, look at you,” Sevika groaned roughly while staring up at your face. Her dark eyes dragged slowly over your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your chest heaving hard above her while your body shook in her lap.

You could physically feel how wet she’d gotten beneath you now, slick coating both your thighs while your pussies rubbed together in messy desperate movements that kept making both of you gasp.

Sevika’s fingers tightened harder against your hips when your grinding grew sloppier, clearly noticing how close you were getting already. “Can barely keep yourself together,” she muttered lowly, voice thick with arousal now.

A pathetic whine escaped your throat immediately.

The sound seemed to snap something inside Sevika because suddenly one large hand left your hip and grabbed your breast roughly instead. Her fingers squeezed hard enough to make your back arch upward while another moan spilled from your mouth.

Then Sevika’s palm smacked sharply across your tit again. The sting shot straight through your body instantly, pleasure and pain tangling together hard enough to make your pussy clench violently against hers.

“Oh fuck—” you cried out loudly while your hips jerked harder against Sevika’s lap. The movement dragged your clit directly over hers again and both of you moaned at the exact same time.

“That’s it,” Sevika groaned deeply beneath you. Her hand rubbed roughly over the reddening skin of your breast after the slap while her other hand kept forcing your hips downward against her. “Pretty fuckin’ thing,” she muttered while watching your tits bounce every time your body jolted above her.

The rough praise mixed horribly with the sharp sting lingering across your chest, enough that your thighs shook uncontrollably around Sevika’s waist now.

Every movement between your legs felt wetter and sloppier than before too, slick practically dripping down both your thighs while your clits kept grinding together over and over again. You genuinely couldn’t stop moaning anymore.

“Sevika…” Her name came out wrecked and breathless while your fingers clutched desperately at her shoulders. Your entire body felt overheated now, pleasure tightening so intensely low in your stomach that every little movement threatened to push you over the edge completely.

Sevika stared directly at your face while you unraveled above her, expression dark and hungry and completely focused on every reaction she dragged from your body. Another sharp slap landed against your other breast suddenly and your mouth fell open with a loud cry.

The pain made your pussy pulse hard against hers, slick smearing messily between your folds while your hips ground down harder instinctively afterward.

“That’s my girl,” Sevika groaned roughly.

The praise nearly made you cum on the spot.

Your forehead dropped against Sevika’s shoulder while your body shook harder above her, grinding desperately against her soaked pussy now without any control left at all. Sevika’s hands moved greedily over your body beneath her, one gripping your waist while the other squeezed your breast hard enough to leave marks behind.

Every time your clits brushed together, sharp pleasure shot violently through your stomach until your legs could barely hold you upright anymore.

Sevika wasn’t doing much better either. Her breathing had gone rough and uneven beneath you now, low groans slipping from her mouth every few seconds whenever your hips dragged properly against her.

“Fuck, keep going,” Sevika breathed shakily against your neck. One of her hands slid downward suddenly between your bodies, fingers spreading your slick folds slightly before rubbing directly against your clit while you ground against her at the same time.

The double stimulation nearly made you scream because your clit already felt painfully sensitive from everything she’d done to you tonight.

Your hips bucked wildly against her hand while your thighs trembled so hard Sevika had to grip you tighter to keep you steady above her. “That’s it,” she groaned lower while staring up at your completely wrecked expression. “Use daddy’s pussy just like that.”

The title hit you like a physical blow.

Your entire body seized instantly above her while a broken moan tore from your throat loud enough to echo slightly through the room. Sevika noticed immediately because a dark smirk spread slowly across her face while her fingers rubbed harder against your clit.

“Yeah?” she asked roughly. “You like that?” Your brain felt completely gone now, nothing left except heat and pleasure and Sevika beneath you calling herself daddy while your pussy dragged wetly against hers.

The pressure building low in your stomach suddenly tightened violently all at once. “Daddy—” you cried out desperately before you could stop yourself.

“Fuck,” Sevika groaned deeply beneath you.

Her hands grabbed your hips harder immediately, forcing you to grind faster against her while her own hips started bucking upward now searching desperately for friction too.

Wet sounds filled the room obscenely loud while both of you moved together messily, slick spreading absolutely everywhere between your thighs and lower stomachs now. Sevika’s head tipped backward against the headboard with another rough curse while her fingers kept rubbing your clit relentlessly.

“You gonna cum for daddy?” she asked lowly while staring directly into your face again. The words nearly shattered whatever control you had left instantly.

“Yes,” you sobbed breathlessly. “Please— fuck, daddy, please—”

“That’s it,” Sevika groaned roughly. “Cum all over daddy’s pussy.”

The command pushed you completely over the edge.

Your orgasm hit hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs instantly. A loud cry tore from your throat while your entire body arched violently above Sevika, thighs shaking uncontrollably around her waist while pleasure crashed through you in brutal overwhelming waves.

Your clit pulsed hard against Sevika’s while slick spread hotter between your grinding bodies, hips still jerking desperately against hers even after the orgasm started hitting.

Sevika held you tightly through all of it, groaning deeply beneath you while watching your face completely fall apart above her. “Fuck, good girl,” she breathed shakily while your body trembled against hers.

The feeling of you cumming against her finally dragged Sevika over too.

Her grip on your hips tightened almost painfully while a rough groan ripped from her chest low and deep enough to make your stomach twist again. Sevika’s head fell backward against the headboard while her own hips bucked upward hard beneath you, soaked pussy grinding desperately against yours while her orgasm hit.

You could physically feel her clenching against you now, slick smearing messily between your folds while both of you shook together in the middle of the ruined sheets.

“Fuck— fuck,” Sevika cursed breathlessly while her fingers dug into your skin hard enough to bruise. The sight of Sevika losing composure beneath you almost made your body try to cum again from sheer overstimulation alone.

Your movements eventually slowed into weak trembling little rolls of your hips against hers. Both of you stayed tangled together breathing hard while sweat clung to your skin and slick coated your thighs completely now.

Sevika’s hands slid more gently over your waist afterward, thumbs rubbing slow soothing circles against overheated skin while she stared up at you with dark exhausted eyes.

Your forehead stayed pressed against her shoulder while your body twitched every few seconds from aftershocks still rippling through you. Then Sevika laughed softly beneath her breath, rough voice still wrecked from orgasm.

Sevika did not account for falling hopelessly in love with you. In fact, she didn’t account for meeting you in general. In the time she’d been called to Moonbuck Coffee, she had not officially met you. She only heard your names through the employees who would run amok trying to take care of the customers. 

 It’s not until an issue with the HVAC vent that has her hauling ass to the shop that she has the opportunity to see you. The summer heat is blaring in the back of her head, and she’s entering the shop, the smell of coffee bean and syrup circling her nose. Sevika looks around for a second, and then she sees you. 

And you hold up your hand, waiting for her to circle the counter. You’re about a foot shorter than she is, doe eyes staring up at her. She notices everything. The way you stare at her face, and how your throat bobs as she towers you. 

Her eyes flash down to your tag. ‘Y/N’. And she says your name inside her head, thinking about it, even when she’s eyeing the inside of the vent, and you’re so eagerly passing her the equipment from the bag. She can see sweat beads along your forehead, and as you pass the equipment, her calloused hands brush yours. 

Heat rushes through her body, curling along her spine. What feels like bliss fizzes across her mind, and when she’s done, her eyes follow you. When the latter is back behind the shop, you’re quick to give her a cup. An iced coffee–something she never indulges in because sweets have never been her thing. 

But you look at her, with a smile, so soft and innocent, pupils slightly dilated, as her hands extend to yours. “On me,” you say, and she can spot the shakiness in your voice, “consider it a thank you for saving us from the heat.” 

Sevika stares at the drink before she takes it, purposely wrapping her hands just a centimeter above yours, a safe distance for her pinky to glide down and touch your skin. “Will I always get this kind of treatment when something breaks?” She murmurs, something akin to sarcasm and amusement behind her voice. 

You nod. Fast and eager, and Sevika imagines that it’s just for her, “Yes.”

Somewhere along the lines of her working through nine more vents, and some complaints about her gruff demeanor, she thinks about you. She thinks about your eager little nod and the way you looked up at her while fixing the vents. You curl along her frontal lobe, the smell of coffee beans and sweat infecting her brain until all she can smell is you. 

Sevika goes back to the coffee shop around closing time. A need for something. Perhaps a look at you, perhaps the smell of coffee. It doesn’t matter, but she needs something. When she arrives, you’re wiping down the espresso machine, all alone. 

“A little dangerous to be by yourself at this time.” Sevika steps into the counter, eyes staring you down. 

The sky had dimmed, and one could barely see anything from the windows, save for the little light post that continuously flickers. But you laugh at her, “‘m not alone… well, right now, anyways. The other workers are in the back, and it’s a slow night. How was that iced coffee?”

“Sweet. Too sweet, but…I liked it. Vanilla cold brew.”

You nod, “Are you still working?”

“Just a little longer, and then I’m finished.” Truthfully, she was done. There wasn’t any work left to do. She simply wanted to see you. You ring her up, and she watches you, while you’re working, eyes brushing along your neck, the curve of your spine, and the twitch in your finger. 

When you finish, you slide the drink to her, and she racks her brain about the times she’s seen you. A month working around Moonbuck, and she never once laid eyes on you. “Did you barely start working here?”

Your smile slowly fades away. “It is that bad?”

Sevika laughs, letting her shoulder shake. “No. No. It’s good. I mean, because I’ve come to do maintenance and I’ve never seen you.”

“Oh,” your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape before you shake your head, “No, I just get these odd hours, since I have another job. But I live around the area, so I’m a little focused on this one. Perhaps you’ll see me a lot more.”

Interesting. Her head tilts, “You live by?”

“Yeah, so I don’t need to drive. Just a quick twenty-minute walk. Not too bad, some days, I drag myself home, because standing up all the time, really works your muscles.”

“Still a little dangerous, don’t you think? Walking alone at night.” Sevika says it, and along her brain, she imagines protecting you. Making sure that you get home safely, perhaps walking you all the way inside. 

You give her a shrug, “Sometimes, but I can’t always have someone watching over me, to make sure I get home,” and you laugh, as if the thought is too ridiculous. But Sevika thinks otherwise.

Sevika smiles along, but she never comments. When she finally sits down, halfway into the cold brew, you begin to talk. You drone on about random crap, but she never really interjects; she simply pays attention, glancing at Vi, then turning her attention to you. Sometimes she’d say, “I understand”, and then “What do you mean?” and you’d elaborate. 

By the end, it almost feels as though you’ve given her every ounce of information about your life. Sevika memorises it all. Where you work, how much you hate some of your coworkers in the other job, and how tired you get sometimes. 

Sevika thinks about all the ways she can make it better, how good she’d treat you if you let her. How she’d make sure you stay happy and belly full with whatever you need. The amount of flowers she’d give you, if you just gave her a chance.

When Sevika leaves, she glides into her car, lighting a cigarette from across the street. You can’t really blame her, though; she has a soft heart, despite her appearance, and the thought of someone harming you makes her sick. So she stays there, watching while you clean and finish everything, then takes your bag and closes Moonbuck. 

You never really notice the older woman walking behind you. It’s difficult to actually gauge a presence behind you when you’re listening to music. But it doesn’t matter because Sevika makes sure that you’re alright, and even walks you to your house, stopping just at a small bush to make sure that you make it inside your apartment.

Sevika comes back the next morning, exactly around nine thirty, with the same order. A vanilla cold brew. Then the next day, and the day after that. You’re the one who rings her up, always. It becomes a routine, and on the days that you don’t work in the morning, she’s there at night, with an order of vanilla cold brew and maybe a burrito if she’s feeling different. 

And every other night shift that you cover, she’s also there, parking her car away from the shop, giving her enough leverage to watch you through the windows. It’s her routine after work, making sure that her pretty barista makes it home. 

On Monday, you head to your second job around nine pm, rushing out of the apartment, trying to put your hair in a ponytail, or just away from your face. There’s a cold water bottle in your hand, and a bag in the other, juggling them as you enter your beat up honda. Sevika isn’t working; it’s her off day. 

When you finally pull away from the driveway, you park the car, a street away, black cap on her head, rushing to the apartment complex. She already guessed which one is yours, and she stops in front of the black door, looking side to side, before she squats down, picking the lock.

When the door pops open, she smells lilac along with another flowery scent, and her eyes rake over everything, until her gloved hands are pushing open your room door. Sevika noses your bed sheets, pulling the cover back to smell you, inhaling a floral and sweet scent, close to fabric softener. “Mhm, my pretty girl.” Sevika groans. 

She wishes she could stop there, but her hands find their way into your drawers, fingertips trailing your ribbed bras, lacy and plain designs all along. Then your panties, and she holds onto her strength as she pulls them to her face, cock twitching, thinking of you wearing them for her.

And she’s quick to snatch a pair from your dirty hamper, stuffing them inside her jeans. Two pairs, one dirty and one clean, so she can smell your cunt on her break. The next day, she’s quick to stuff one in her jeans. 

She doesn’t pull them out until it’s afternoon, and calls become slower. With five minutes on the clock before her lunch break, she stuffs herself in one of the bathroom stalls. She’s quick to hold her shirt in her mouth, muffling a hiss as she pulls her cock out. It slaps her lean stomach, tip gleaming with precum, while thick veins jut out from along the shaft. 

Her hands grip onto herself as she reaches for your panties, shoving them on her face. Her tongue darts along the material as she fucks into her first, reaching to the head and spreading precum. Pleasure darts across her back, curling in her spine, and she can almost envision you in front of her. 

Please, Sevika, fuck my mouth. Sevika’s cock twitches imaging you begging for a taste, pink tongue out, pupils dilated as her cock slaps your tongue. A soft groan escapes her lips, “fuckkk, that’s it.”

And in her head, fuzzy with lust and need, as your tongue darts along the head, doe-eyes watering as you try not to choke on her, trying your best to please her. And she shouldn’t think about this, because you’re so young, and she’s nearly twenty years older than you.

Goosebumps spread across her skin, and her balls tighten as you pull away from her cock, opening your mouth to show her, spit circling your mouth. ‘Please, Vika, I’ll be so good for you, need you to take care of me.’

The thought of you saying that to her, all needy and whiny, nearly splits her brain in two, and her hand tightens around the head of her cock, hips twitching as cum shoots from the red slit. “fucckk.” 

Her loud gasp rings around, echoing until she’s leaning laxly on the wall of the bathroom. Her muscles twitch, orgasm spiralling through her system until she’s finally stopped seeing double. Guilt rushes through her system, and she pushes your panties inside her jeans.

She tries not to think about the fact that she came from just imagining you on your knees. Or the fact that in the good thirteen years she’s worked at Zaun, she’s never done that. It feels disgusting, yet so fucking good. 

She still stops by the Moonbuck during the night. And you still smile at her, sweet and so so fucking pretty, unaware that your babydoll panties, the ones with flowers embroidered on them, are inside Sevika’s jeans, nearly stained with her cum. 

“How was work today?” You ask her, wiping down the sticky counter, while the espresso machine softly hums behind you. “We had this guy come in, super pissed his mobile order was wrong, and he nearly threw the drink at us.”

She clicks her tongue, “People like that don’t deserve proper customer service. Sorry, you had such a bad day.”

“It’s okay…it wasn’t your fault, and you’re right.” You respond, “But tell me about your day.”

And Sevika recounts it. The boring details, how dirty she gets, and everything, but never how she came apart in the bathroom thinking about sinking into your sweet pussy, and the taste of you in her mouth. And you laugh along, loud and unabashed, shoulders shaking, while pieces of your hair stick out, and your uniform is a bit fucked up from moving around. 

For a second, she wished she could kneel and convince you to open your legs and let her fuck her tongue into you. Suck out all the exhaustion from your bones until you’re crying, and boneless against her. That is, until you’re starting to mop the floor, signalling her that she needs to leave and go back to making sure you get home safely. 

The next day, the same thing with HVAC happens again. It’s barely one in the afternoon, just hours after you served Sevika her regular Vanilla cold brew. Before she gets there, you’re in the backroom, inhaling the earthy scent of ground beans while the soft hiss of the espresso machine grinds in your ear.

 You can hear the jittery murmur of the crowd outside, and before you can stack another coffee bag, the loud scheet, akin to metal-on-metal grinding, echoes through the ceiling vents. You pause for a second, beads of sweat curl in the back of your neck. 

An electrical hum rings around, and you go back to packing more coffee. You don’t exactly realise something is wrong until you’re outside the backroom after a good ten minutes, firmly tapping the coffee ground onto a metal portafiler, and sweat builds in every crevice of your body. 

Ekko is the one who turns to you, with a sweat on his forehead, “Is it just me, or is it hotter than usual?”

You shrug until Jinx comes out. “I think the AC is out…or something, but the air is fucking gone,” she whispers, wiping her pink cheek. “Someone fix it, before I quit.” 

Heat curls along your belly. Sevika. With a flick of a switch, you lock the portafiler into the espresso machine, “Ekko, get this for me, I’ll call Sevika.”

Jinx smiles, “First name basis, huh?”

“Fuck off.” You whisper to her, heading towards the back again, and the wave of hot air makes you shudder. The mix of coffee beans has begun to make you sick, and it’s been only a year.

In the back, the phone rings, and a husky voice picks up. “Zaun’s Heating Service, what do you need?”

“Hi…it’s Moonbuck. I think our A/C is out, or something with the air is ou–”

“Y/N?”

You pause, finally recognising the husky voice, “Sev?”

“I’ll be right there, doll.”

Doll. Doll. 

You smile, cheek to cheek, until you can feel the guidiness in your scalp, toes, and fingertips. When Sevika arrives, you’ve taken off your headcap, and your hair is up. You can feel the sweat building in your temples, and the smell of toasted hazelnut, along with burnt sugar curls in your nose. There aren’t that many customers, though, not compared to the morning; oddly enough, the afternoon is quiet. 

She arrives wearing dark jeans, brown steel boots, and a dark blue shirt with the name ‘Zaun’s Heating Service’ in white. A small orange towel hangs from one of her front pockets, and she carries a thick black and yellow bag in her hand. A thick feeling of deja vu crosses your spine. 

It almost feels like the first time you met. Perhaps it’s the heat, or the way your fingers have touched every inch of your body, thinking about the much older sevika, that comes into work, keeping you company. Like your own shining knight.

You can’t help but stare at her. The way her muscles bulge out of the dark blue shirt, and how her thick dark eyebrows are knitted together, as she quickly passes to the back of the counter. “This feels a little familiar, don’t you think?”

She smiles, and god,  she takes up so much space, that when she stops in front of you, the immediate feeling to take a step back curls in you. Despite the smell of the shop taking over your nose, the scent of Sevika makes your stomach bubble. Sweat, oil, and wood. It hits you all that once, just like when you first met her. “A little.”

She follows you into the back room, and the ladder is already under the vent. Sevika drops her bag on the floor, and you’re already flushing from the heart, but your ears heat up as she leans into your space. Her leg is propped on one of the steps, “Are you messing with the vent just to see me, Doll?”

You blink at her, too focused on the fact that she could pick you up. How easily she could fuck you against the backroom wall, hidden in the corner where Caitlyn and Vi always sneak to. You bashfully look away, “You’ve figured out my plan.” 

“You can always call me, doll. You know my number.” Sevika drawls out, climbing up to the vent. Your ears heat up, and you only hum, trying to keep your face from showing too much joy.

She takes a look at the vent and then down towards you. Dark grey eyes stare back, taking a second before blinking and looking back up. She pops the ceiling tile out, while you’re staring at her broad shoulders, seeing tiny specs of dust drift down into the air. 

When Sevika begins to work, she’ll look down, mention some kind of equipment, then give you a dumbed-down description of it. “Pass the five-sixteenth bit out of the side pocket.” And she’s about to give you a description of it until you’re shuffling through the bag, reaching for the hex-head screw. 

You pass it to her, reaching up, and she gives you a wide smile. Wide enough to show all teeth, “Atta girl. Learning fast, ain’t ya?”

Jolts of heat rush through your body, feeling her warm, rough hand against yours. You bite back a whimper, the praise rushing through your body like wildfire, and it sounds exactly like you’ve imagined her saying it to you. 

You keep reaching down, touching her rough fingers, until a heavy clank screeches, and the hum of the HVAC kicks in, blasting cool, stale air. Sevika climbs down, wiping sweat from her brow, while dark stains cover her collar and armpit area. You stand there like an idiot, until she takes a step towards you, hands steady on the latter. 

Your mouth is slightly parted, doe-eyes still staring up. “Need help?” You whisper. 

“You don’t think I can carry it?” She laughs, grabs the ladder, and walks towards the back. You can’t tell what compelled you to act irrationally. Maybe it’s the heat getting to your head, but you follow her, taking small steps, until she’s turning, and you’re pushing her to the little corner away from the camera. 

You tiptoe until you’re pressing your lips to hers, and her back is hitting the storage shelves, rattling the myriad of coffee bean bags. A small sigh escapes your lips, and you’re clutching onto her strong shoulders. You freeze, pulling back when Sevika doesn’t move. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t look mad or disgusted. 

“I…I’m so s–”

And she’s quickly turning your back to the shelf, pushing her tongue inside your mouth, as you gasp. She licks, tongue darting to your teeth, until she’s tasting the residue of caramel on your premolars, sliding to your tongue. 

Her knee pushes between your legs, and your hips thrust down, whining into her mouth. You push back, trying to take a deep breath while she nuzzles her neck into yours, leaving sweat on the side, inhaling your scent. “Sev…” You breathe out. “More, please.”

She pulls back eyebrows knitted, “I can’t doll, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have.”

“Why?” 

Her eyes dart down to your wet lips, “You’re so young.”

A sixteen-year difference that makes your body heat up. “Who cares about that? Just a couple of years,” You retort, trying to push her closer to you, “Please, I wa–need, I need it.” And you’ve never been above begging, even crying as you blink back tears. 

Sevika’s calloused hands cup your face, thump, wiping the little tear on your cheek. “Tell you what. I’ll take you on a date, and we’ll see.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “Really?”

And she nods, leaning down to brush her lips against hers. Every ounce of warmth from her mouth shoots down to your cunt, until you’re sure your panties are soaked. A small voice calls out from the front, and Sevika steps back. She gives you a calculated smile before turning and grabbing her bag.

You watch Sevika leave. Eyes trained on her while Jinx makes you, fill a cup with liquid syrup, lining the inside with caramel sauce. You can’t stop thinking about the kiss when she’s gone, and the company car is no longer there. You don’t see her again, but you wait for her. 

The night finally falls, and while you’re supposed to be closing with Ekko, he comes from the back, slinging his baf over his head. “So you’re just going to leave me here alone to close?” you ask, staring at Ekko. 

“Sorry, but I'm supposed to be picking up Jinx from night school. I promised her, I’m… I’m really sorry, man.” He says, and there’s a guilty expression on his face that almost makes you crack up. 

You roll your eyes at him, “I know. She told me this afternoon. I’m fucking with you.”

“You’re a G. Text us when you head home,” And you watch him leave into the night, while you mop the floor and clean the tables. 

It’s while you’re cleaning everything that a sudden feeling of being watched hits your head. The hair on your neck stands up, and you stare outside, seeing nothing but darkness and the outline of the buildings. Paranoia seeps through you, and you practically jump when Sevika opens the door, walking inside. 

Your throat clamps up, and you’re biting the inside of your cheek, fingers tightening around the mop. “Hi…you’re finished with work?” You quickly look at the machines, “Machines are off, ‘m sorry.”

She nods at your word, enjoying how nervous you get around her. “Ahh. No coffee tonight then.” She replies coolly, sitting down, spreading her legs, “How about water?”

You’re quick to drop the mop and grab a bottled water from the small fridge. The only thing you haven’t plugged off. You’re still thinking about the date and most of her words.

“Can…you walk me home today?” You bite the inside of your cheek, shuffling from foot to foot. You don’t want her to think that you can’t protect yourself, but tonight is different. “It’s just really dark…but I under–”

“Yeah,” she breathes out, pinching herself for sounding too excited. You don’t notice and beam at her, mouth hurting from how much you’re grinning at her. 

“Thank you…I just have to finish cleaning, and that’s all.”

You only take a few minutes, and soon, you’re walking out of the quiet shop, while Sevika is on your side. She isn’t wearing her uniform. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, some strands falling to her face, just above her thick eyebrows. She’s in dark blue jeans, steel-toe brown boots, a white tank top stuck to her skin, and a thick jacket that makes her shoulders look even bigger. 

The silence isn’t awkward, but it makes your body heat up, a certain desperation curling behind your spine with a need to hear her voice. “I don’t mind our age difference…”

Your throat bobs, and she smiles, though barely illuminated by the light around you both. “I’m nearly at the age of back pains and muscle aches.”

Her words chime in your head, and you imagine Sevika coming from work, taking off her shirt, flexing her muscles while you roll your fingers into the tension of her muscles. Slowly working them out, while she groans, each deep sound shooting straight to your cunt. 

You laugh, loose and easy, focused on how close you’re walking next to her, “I say you have a couple more years to go before that happens…but if it does happen, I’m sure someone close can soothe them out.”

Sevika hums in acknowledgement, lidded eyes looking down at you, “Certainly.”

You overthink every conversation you’ve had with her, replying to her words, until you’re in front of your building. You stop, and she halts next to you. “This is me…would you like to come inside? I have to thank you for walking me home.”

“Think nothing of it, as long as you're safe.” She says with a shrug, and you catch the movement of her shoes, quickly latching your hand on her shoulder. She pauses, nearly freezing, feeling the coldness of your hand on her skin. 

“Please,” You coax softly, knitting your eyebrows, “I insist.”

And Sevika holds her tongue, simply nodding. “Okay.”

You don’t have much in your apartment. It’s dodgy and small, but your own. Your keys twist, and you push the door, prying it open. Your automatic spray covers the initial scent of mildew, and your rushing inside to hide your t-shirt on the couch, and leftover bowls on the coffee table. 

“Very small,” Sevika grumbles. 

“Yeah, but it’s this or the streets.” You respond with a small laugh, putting down your bag on the couch. “I cooked this apple pie…really good, if you’d like some. I’ll preheat it, and take a quick shower.”

She nods, and you work around the kitchen putting the glass pan sheet inside the oven. You grab a water bottle, pop it open and hand it to her, staring at her hand until it lands on the bottle, on top of yours. Your shower is quick, lathering every inch with a flowery scented soap, until you feel clean enough.

You’ve never really tried to be sexy for someone, besides a couple of people you tried to talk to. A shitty ex and bad sex revolted you from the dating scene until Sevika. You put on a pair of black boxers that fit tight and short enough it’s snug against your ass. A sheer black lacy bra, and a complementary sheer black long rope with beige lace detailing on the sleeves and hem. 

You push your nerves out, walking out to the living room, and catching Sevika in the kitchen, cutting a piece of the pie. “It’s really go–” she stops, eyes taking in your clothing, “Good. It’s really good.”

“Really? I’ve been trying new recipes as of lately, you have to try my garlic butter shrimp scampi. It’s very good,” And you tell her all that, until you’re in the kitchen, mere inches away from her, fingers itching to touch her jacket. 

Sevika hums, and you reach for the fridge, grabbing the can of whipped cream, and inching toward her, shaking the can, as she looks at you, eyes darting from your eyes to your tits. “Whip cream?”

She visibly gulps, and you’re nearly on your knees, if not for her taking the can from your hand. “My doll is very hospitable.”

My doll. My doll. My doll.’

Mydoll.

Your pussy clenches around nothing. “You’re mean.” You whisper to her as the hiss of the can curls in your ear. She smiles, cheeks bubbling, and she shakes her head at your words. 

“Am I? I should be telling you that,” And she stops, leaning her side on the counter, eyes staring you down. Her hand come to your robe, thumbing the lace, tracing it until it crosses to your skin, and you’re taking a deep breath, as her skin touches yours. “Dressed all pretty…”

You want her to take advantage of you–not that, that would be the correct word, given how willing you are. But you need her to touch you even through her guilt. Your hand wraps around her wrist, pulling them to your breast, until she’s got a hand grabbing it. And she squeezes, just soft enough, that a shudder crosses your spine. 

Your ragged breath matches hers, and your eyes flutter open and closed, catching a look at a tent on her jeans. “I want this...you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.”

“As if you cared if I did.” She snarls, hand disappearing to the back of your neck, as she leans down. You take a breath, feeling her tongue push into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, as she pushes you into the counter. 

She licks along your teeth, moving to suck on your bottom lip, nipping at it, until you’re giving her a soft whine. Your hardened peaks rub against the soft material of your bra, and your hand curls along her jeans, touching her belt. 

Your hips push into hers, the material of her belt cold against your warm skin. Each glide of her tongue against yours, as you whine, soft sighs falling until she groans, and you nearly feel her chest vibrate.

 Sevika’s hand glides to your chin, cupping it as she pulls away, a line of spit connecting your lips. “Want to make that pretty mouth useful for me, doll?” She purrs, and you nod, letting her steer your body to the living room. 

Coldness launches across your skin when you sink to your knees, and she sits on the couch, thighs spreading while her cock pushes into her jeans. Sevika leans back, hands on her sides, a faint red blush on her cheeks. She doesn’t move, but your shaky hands dart to her belt, while the crackle of metal sounds so loud in your ear. 

You’re softly shaking, but you unhook her belt, working her buttons until they’re undone. There’s a wet patch on her briefs, and you’re so fucking needy, pushing your head to her tent, inhaling the strong scent of musk, earth and skin. 

Your tongue touches her through the briefs, scraping the cotton material and salivating on it, while Sevika sighs into the air. You pull back, pushing her boxers down, letting her cock spring out, and her stomach twitches as you run a hand across her jean-clad thigh. 

The tip of her cock gleams with wetness, pouring from the angry red slit, and a thick patch of curly hair surrounds her cock. You lick the head, delivering small kitten licks across while you have a hand on her shaft, and the other settles on her thigh.

Her salty taste curls across your taste buds, and you pull back, tongue switching to lap at her balls, sucking on one until a deep groan pours from her mouth, while specks of hair scrape against your skin. “That’s it, doll. Should’ve fucked your mouth…this afternoon.”

You lick up to the shaft, wrapping a hand around the head as you swirl your tongue on the cockhead. Spit darts from your mouth, and your eyes shoot up to her as your hand coats it all over her shaft. Sevika’s bottom lip is etched between her teeth, and her chest heaves up and down, while you slowly slip her inside your mouth, hand still working, pumping up and down. 

A loud moan curls from her throat, and her hips buck into your mouth, pressing so fucking deep, until she’s occupying every inch of your mouth. You can’t take much of her, she’s too fucking big, but you work her through, cupping her ball, and hollering your cheeks. 

Her hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you off her cock, spit drilling down your chin. And she’s breathing heavily, eyes lidded and blown. “Open.”

Your tongue darts out, mouth open, and she’s smirking, ends of her lips curling as she slaps her cock on your tongue. Every rational thought has swooped out of your brain, lusting, curling along the ridges of your brain. “Maybe I should take you to work, have you be my little desk pet…keep your mouth full, and head empty, would you like that, baby?”

Your head bobs up and throws, eyes gone, tongue still out as spit accumulates and slides from the end of the muscle. You fear you won’t be able to live without the taste of Sevika’s cock on your tongue, and she knows this, because she’s grinning like she’s just won the fucking lottery. 

And she leans closer to you, hand still gripping a fist full of your hair, until she’s pulling just enough that it makes you moan, needy and high-pitched. Her cock twitches, “Please,” You gasp wetly, “fuc–fuck my...mouth.”

“You’ll need to earn it.” Her boots push in between your thigh, the end of it touching your cunt, just slightly. “Go on.”

Humiliation rattles through your bones, and you straddle the boot, pressing your chin on her kneecap, digging into the meat of her knee. Your hands wrap around her leg, pressing yourself down, focused on the tendrils of pleasure as you press all the way down. “Feels…good. So so go–good.”

You try to ride her boot, gasping at the light pressure against your folds, nails digging into the texture of her jeans. It’s infuriating how the pleasure curls against your spine, then fizzes away, every time Sevika moves her boot, purposely trying to see you writhe against her leg.

“Sev…” You whimper, eyes fluttering open, and you’re completely focused on the pleasure, drooling on Sevika’s jeans, to pay attention to your system. You work in motions, eyes in and out of focus, sometimes watching Sevika’s smile. 

“Doesn’t it feel good, Doll?” She rasps, and you can see her cock twitch against the white tank top, while your tongue salivates, and small tremors rip against your skin. “Just a little more…I won’t touch your pretty cunt until you’ve left a print on my boot.”

And she finally presses her boot against your cunt, with the right amount of pressure pressed against your clit that has you moaning, eyebrows knitted, and cunt clenching. Your legs burn, hips bucking into her boot, while you’re slipping into a soft headspace, trying to keep your mind afloat.

Sevika makes it so difficult, petting your hair while precum coats her cock, and she’s whispering sweet praises at you. “My pretty doll, stick your tongue out, doll.”

A condescending laugh rings across your fuzzy brain, and she’s watching spit pool down, until two fingers glide inside your mouth. You clamp down, lips wrapping around her thick fingers, and she’s pushing inside, feeling the rough pad of your tongue on her fingers. 

Your hips stutter, stomach twitching as warmth slowly pours along your flesh, and you’re louder and louder, hips grinding your clit down with intensity while trying to choke on her fingers. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, licking her and tasting the saltiness of her flesh. 

“That’s it,” Sevika whispers, “Keep fucking yourself on my boot. Isn’t this what you wanted? To fuck yourself on an old pervert like me.”

Lighting strikes across your spine, and you clamp down, hips jerking as you cum on her boot, a high-pitched mewl making your chest vibrate. Your body melts against her leg, the aftershock of your orgasm making your clit twitch. Your mind is fuzzy, slipping and sliding across the pleasure, drinking in Sevika. “So good for me…you deserve a reward for that.”

“Need,” You rasp, throat dry, and she moves her hand to the bottle on the coffee table. The liquid slides down your throat, freshening your hot flesh. “Ple–please…need yo–you in my mouth.”

Her hands wrap around your wrist, stopping you from reaching her cock. You’re all fucked out on her legs, breathing heavily, begging for her cock, and Sevika is close to cumming. Because this feels exactly like one of her many wet dreams, yet you pout at her, pupils dilated, “Please.”

And she’s so fucking weak for you, letting go of your wrist and leaning back down to the couch, as your lips attach to the head of her cock. Each action is done clumsily, too needy, yet Sevika holds in her sanity, fingers gripping the couch, as you suck on the head of her cock, lidded eyes staring at her. 

It’s as if the last measure of embarrassment left your system, leaving nothing but need and want. Your hand reach for Sevika’s, pushing it to your head, and her hips buck, drowning you in her cock, until halfway in, and the head reaches just an inch away from the back of your throat.

You keen at each of her groans and deep moans, filling your ear and the air. It’s blinding, how much you need her, when you finally pull off with a deep breath, spit circles her cockhead, attaching it to your mouth. “Just a little more…” Sevika murmurs, pushing you back on her cock, all the way down, until the oxygen in your brain slowly depletes, and you feel her everywhere, eyes rolling back. 

Your hips flex, pushing down, searching for some relief for the ache building in your pussy.  Your body goes lax, hands lying on your side, while Sevika moans, keeping your head down on her cock as she twitches around your throat.

When she pulls you off, your eyes are unfocused, pawing at her knees, whimpering, and she gets off on it, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel better.” She croons. 

Sevika pulls the robe off your body, scooping you off the floor and into her arms. You press kisses across her cheek, down her neck, licking and nipping at her skin, trying to make it red. She drops you on the bed, letting you softly bounce, before she shrugs off her clothing, letting the clink of her belt hit the floor. 

Your eyes rake over Sevika’s body, mouth watering at her brown, hard peaks, and how her cock twitches, curving to the left. “You’re a pervert…trying to undress me,” You whine out, meekly trying to cover your body, as Sevika crawls to you, “You’re taking advantage of me.”

“Am I?” She purrs, and there’s a short flash of guilt as you look at her with your pretty-does eyes, breath shallow, and spit slowly drying in the corner of your mouth. She’s going to defile you, like she’s done to the lacy underwear she’s taken from your drawers. Not that you need to know. “Tell me to stop.”

Sevika’s hands reach for your shorts, slowly pulling them down, waiting for you to push her off, or for the words to hit her eardrum, yet you watch, helping her pull them down, heat rising to your chest as a slick connects your pussy to the shorts. The warmth of Sevika’s skin makes you shudder, and you’re reaching for her tits as she rams her mouth on yours, and it’s all teeth and tongue–unlike the kisses you’ve had before.

Filthy, wet and noisy, pulling little whines out of you while she groans into your mouth. “Months of dre–dreaming of you…fucking me,” You whimper, against Sevika’s mouth, a little hazy, from the pleasure. 

“Really?” Sevika asks, as if she’s bewildered by the idea of you dreaming of her. You nod eagerly as she lowers her lips to your jaw, kissing and breathing you in.

Her tongue licks the sweat on your flesh, nipping the skin, until you’re whining, and each breath sounds punched out. “Don’t worry…I’ll give you the real thing.”

She keeps going lower, kissing along your chest until her mouth is on one of your hardened peaks, and you gasp, feeling her suckle on it. Her tongue twirls, her other hand coming to pinch and play with your other nipple, making your clit twitch. “Sev…”

You squirm in the sheets, feet softly kicking, and Sevika takes her time, rotating between your tits, until they’re puffy and sensitive, a single touch making you moan and whimpers. Her teeth graze at the peak, softly biting them, and it makes your stomach swoop with heat. Your cunt pulses, the aching feeling becoming unbearable, yet your brain melts. 

You can barely utter words, too entranced in the pleasure, until Sevika’s away, and she’s back to trailing kisses along the bottom of your tits. She reaches your naval, nose pressing into a thick patch of hair, and she moves down and down, until she’s breathing against your pussy. A little whine pours from your mouth when her fingers dip down, pulling your wet folds apart, watching slick coat your pussy. 

“You’re dripping, aching for someone to touch you?” Sevika coos, “All needy for me,” and you shut your eyes, nodding dumbly, until Sevika’s tongue licks your clit. You try your hardest not to clamp your thighs, but she’s pressing her face in and in, sucking the swollen, pulsing bud.

A loud whimper bounces on the wall, making Sevika groan, and the vibrations curl against your spine, making your hip buck into her mouth. 

“Fuc–fuck, sev…sev, feels–” Your mouth tumbles over the words, as Sevika licks deeper into you, flattening her tongue, and licking from your sopping hole to your needy clit. She hums to every one of your reactions, fucking you with her tongue, then fluidly moving to suck on the bud.

A filthy squelch rings in your eardrum, and Sevika’s hand on your hip disappears into your legs. Your eyes rush to see her, yet she’s focused on your pleasure, eyes closed as a finger slides so fucking easily inside you, you barely feel it until it curls, pressing that spot.

You moan, loud and whiny, blinking back tears, while she quietly slips another finger in, curling them both and fucking into the spongy spot. “Nnng, har–harder, please. Please…” you hiccup, hand flying to grip Sevika’s short hair, trying to press down. “‘m clo–close.”

Your vision blurs, fat tears rolling down freely, and Sevika savors your pussy, assaulting your clit, until warm spreads across your stomach, and your muscles are tightening. Your pussy clenches against her fingers, and she continues pressing them in, sliding and out of your walls, then curling them. 

Heat pools in your lower back, muscles burning, until everything jolts and your eyes are crossing, waves of pleasure rolling through your system. Your spine lifts from the bed, foot pressing down, indenting the mattress, until it feels too much. Your cunt spasms, and your body softly twitches, until Sevika pulls away, chin wet.

“Did so good for me,” She whispers, kissing your cheek, leaving a trail of wetness on your cheek. You lean up to kiss her, whining into her mouth as she pries you open with her tongue. You can faintly taste yourself on her tongue, and it’s filthy. “So pretty, like this…all fucked out and crying.” 

Sevika pulls away from your mouth, a hand gripping your waist, and the other slapping her cock against the skin of your stomach. “Big…”

Sevika smirks, moving her hips until she’s grinding her cock against your wet pussy, mixing in your slick with her precum. She’s dripping, balls full, trying to keep her composure, while he presses the head against your clit, grinding on it. Your feet kick, hips twitching from slight overstimulation. “You’ll be my good doll, and fit it in, won’t you?” She groans, fingers tightening her grip on your waist.

You hum, clutching the bed sheet, nodding dumbly, trying to slip her inside you. “Please,” and Sevika finally presses the head inside you. A whimper falls from your lips, and Sevika bucks her hips, forcing herself into you. 

“Breathe, doll,” She murmurs, big hands slipping to the back of your thighs, folding them, and pressing them just close enough to feel the heat of your own skin against your stomach. 

She leaves you in that position, and you don’t move, not even when she has only one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other reaching down you pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles, slowly inching inside you. The feeling of fullness makes you delirious.

“Sev…mo–more,” Your words slur, brain working too slow to form a proper thought. And when she finally presses all the way inside, you whimper. Your cunt feels so fucking stretched out, and you’re sure you’re dripping. 

“I know, doll,” she coaxes, “I know…don’t worry, ‘m going to break you in until you can’t fuck anyone but me.” Her hips buck, finally moving in a slow, languid pace, then picking up speed until her hips are hitting the flesh of your ass. 

Your pussy sletches, wet sounds making you even more fucking aroused, because it’s almost as if your cunt is speaking to her. “Fas–faster.” 

And Sevika snarls, fast thrusts, rocking you forward into the bed, making your tits bounce with every movement, while you’re taking big breaths, each moan and whimper punched out. “Your pussy is swallowing me in,” she groans, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Goosebumps spread across your skin, and you’re clenching around Sevika, eyes unfocused but taking in her beauty. Sweaty body, and the strands of hair sticking to her forehead as her lidded eyes watch her cock disappear inside you. 

Little ah, ah, ahs spill out of your mouth, nails digging into the mattress, until heat curls in your spine, you feel too stupid to worry about the spit dribbling at the corner of your mouth. You’re addicted–will be addicted, because Sevika is fucking you like she’s imagined this a million times, and mapped exactly where to buck into. 

The head of cock shifts, plunging into that spot again, leaving you breathless, and so so fucking floaty. Small hiccups leave your lips, and tears stream down your cheek, smudging in the small dashes of eyeliner, leaving a faint black smudge of tears. Sevika looks up, and she moans seeing how wrecked you look for her.  

“Squeezing me…so tight,” Sevika moans, “What is it, baby? Want me to fill you up?” And she gasps, feeling you tighten again around her cock. Jackpot. Your back arches, cunt pulsing, head swimming in the thought of Sevika filling up your belly, leaving some of her inside you. 

“Nngg ye–yes,” You gasp, “Inside…inside.” 

Your body trembles, thigh muscles shaking until you can see your skin twitch, and Sevika’s so fuckiing loud, damn near in your groaning and moaning at the pace of your own whiny, high-pitched mewls. “Come…come stay with me. Move in with me,” Sevika breathes out, “Be my wife…my…my pretty bride. C’mon, say you’ll come with, and I’ll let you cum.”

Oh, god.

Your eyes roll, nodding and nodding, trying to make small coherent yes’s and only babbling, but Sevika sees. And she grins, mouth wide, pushing in deeper and faster, until your nerves are on fire, and hypersensitive, body tightening. 

Your toes spread out into the air, and your pussy gushes on Sevika’s cock, coating it in clear liquid. A choked sob rings in the air, and you feel drunk and high at the same time, as flashes of your ceiling and Sevika’s face cross your eyes. Every muscle in your body seizes, and a deep, guttural groan rings, until you feel so so fucking full. 

Sevika empties herself inside you, teeth reaching down to your calf, etching into your skin until pain shoots through your spine. When she pulls away, there’s a mark, and she's still fucking into you, riding her own high and fucking yours out, until you’re twitching. 

Your mind is pliant and fuzzy, body lax on the body, while every move is in slow motion, in and out of view. A long moment of silence passes, and your body is still shuddering, thigh twitching, brain slowly coming to work. Soreness picks at your skin, and you suddenly feel empty, too empty. “Need to clean you, doll.” A voice murmurs next to your ear. 

After a beat, you’re cold, and your eyes finally flutter open, while Sevika is wiping you down. She’s radiating, pupils blown, with a hazy smile on her lips. Her eyes snap to yours, and she leans down to press a kiss on your stomach, then on your forehead, “My sweet doll, so perfect. So good for me. ‘m gonna take care of you.”

“You…bit me?” You gasp out, and she darts to the waterbottle on the nightstand, lifting your head, until you’re drinking in small sips. Your insides cool, and Sevika’s still staring at you, a little unfocused and wild. 

She hums, “Yeah. You belong to me now. You’ll live with me…sleep with me, shower with me.” And her words are so soft, yet firm to the point they rattle your bones, making you sink into the bed. “You said yes.” 

You aren’t sure of what to do. Somehow your brain can’t come up with any scenarios in which you’re apart from Sevika, and it feels so, so suffocating, and exhilarating, you’re crying again. Sevika croons at you, hand wrapping around your chin, licking your tear, “Shh…don’t cry, doll. I can’t have my wife crying…now, tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” You whimper, voice faltering, a shiver running down your spine. “Belong to you, and only you. ‘m your wife.”

You do move out of your shitty apartment, somewhere near Moonbuck. It’s sort of a hazy memory, the way Sevika inserts herself into your life, like she’s meant to be there by divine or human intervention. Like she’s etched her place beside you, and glued you to her skin. 

You find your ‘lost’ panties a month into moving with her, and she doesn’t deny anything, and you don’t fight about it. But again, it’s not like you’re able to when she shoves them in your mouth and bends you over the counter, recounting every detail about how she protected you, her pretty barista, throughout those months. 

Your relationship with Sevika did not start as eccentric as it is now. It started slow, with a date at a restaurant that played slow jazz, and awkward smiles, until the tension eased from your shoulders. You had watched her behaviour because a part of you has always been fascinated by people, and how they acted in all sorts of situations. 

Then another date on which she brought orchids, but not white orchids, all different kinds like Naked Man Orchid, Monkey Face Orchid, and Cattleya Orchid. You’re not a flower person, but you’ve always liked the ones that looked rather alienish, like they did not belong. Then a kiss by the lake, with another set of flowers, followed by, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You said yes a thousand times, yes.

Sex with Sevika is tender, like you’re being taken care of by a pair of silk hands, and you’re brought to the edge over and over again, until hot tears are slipping down your eyes, and your belly flutters. So, the sudden change in…dynamic surprised her. But it had started with a simple question on your part, “Have you ever watched the Secretary?”

Then you watched it that night, because it’s your favourite movie, and a part of you feels a little guilty and ashamed because the movie had a dynamic much different from yours and Sevika’s, but they had this same aloofness sometimes that made you want to see her angry.

So you watched the movie, and her reaction, until it gets to the part in which Lee is suddenly spanked, and Sevika stiffens next to you, and her breath hitches, nails digging into your skin as your legs are on her, and her eyes flutter. 

A red tint rose on her cheeks, dipping down her black cotton shirt, and when her jaw clenched down, you realised that she was aroused…not uncomfortable. She enjoyed it so much that you could feel her skin heat up. You stopped the movie in the middle under the false claim of “I’m sleepy, let’s go to bed.”

 And the next time you’re having sex, and you’re pressed against the bed, chest flushed onto the bed, while her hips are bucking into your ass, her hands come down, as if she wanted to spank you, but she stops midway, choosing instead to grip onto the flesh. That moment solidifies your decision.

“Can we roleplay something?” You ask, chin resting on the couch seat, staring at Sevika flipping a vegetable pancake in the air. The smell of mushrooms and scallions clings to the air, and you see her nod.

“Yeah…of course.” Sevika sets the table with two vegetable pancakes, steamed rice, and pickled cucumbers in front of you. When she sits, you lay it all down. 

“Remember that movie we watched…the secretary.” She nods, slowly, “I want to pretend to be your secretary…and you can spank me, and everything. We settle on a safeword beforehand, though.”

“When do you want to…” her voice trails off, softly cracking, “When do you want for?”

You shrug, “Whenever…how about, when you’re ready, you put a bottle of water next to me, and I can change, and we go from there.”

You settle on “bonsai”. A rapid, peculiar word, but the most memorable. After that conversation, you figure she’d begin the next day. But she doesn’t. It’s as if the conversation did not take place, and you continue as usual.

The next day, when you come back from work, not too exhausted, almost expecting Sevika to still be at work, you’re surprised by the sight of a Paphiopedilum orchid. The exact one from the movie.

It’s on top of the dark brown coffee table, in front of the olive leather couch, and lying next to the orchid is a gardening scissor, and a syringe. You kick off your shoes, plunging the socks into the open mouth, and walk to the table, taking a few seconds to inspect the room. 

When you lean down to see the orchid, the soft steps of Oxford shoes move from the bedroom to the living room. “Do you like them?” Sevika is wearing dark slacks, something she rarely wears, and a button-down shirt.

You nod, watching her sit on the couch, before her shoes tap on the floor, one finger pointing to the space on the floor between her legs. Sit. You follow, dropping your bag on the small seat before sitting on the floor, back towards her, while staring at the orchids. 

You want to turn, but something inside you says not to, and soon enough, you feel her hands on the buttons of your dress shirt, strong, veiny hands popping the buttons. The small heat of her body curls behind your back, and your throat bobs. 

There’s no noise around you except for your small ragged breaths, because you’re beginning to feel everything. The small breaths Sevika takes close to the shell of your ear, and the strong, cold press of the floor against your legs.

“How was your day?” Sevika whispers, nosing your hair, letting you revel in the small warmth. “Tell me about it.”

“I–” Your throat bobs, saliva pooling in your mouth, “I helped prepare the venue for a wedding…and–and oversaw the training of a new girl. There was an accident with some allergic reaction to the food ordered for one event, and…and that’s all.” When the last button is open, cold air presses against your tank top.

Sevika hums, fingers brushing down, sliding into your skin, “Good.” A soft gasp erupts from your lips, and you bite your bottom lip, keeping your hands pressed to your side, until she’s sliding the top up your body, dropping it next to you. 

“Pick it up.”

Your shaky fingers pick up the white tank top, and you fold it before holding it up. Her fingers never really brush yours, but you feel the faintest brush of her skin against them. You wait there, letting the seconds pass until she slides a lamp next to the orchids. “Tell me its name.”

Under the cool glow of the desk lamp, the orchid looks less like a flower and more like a strange specimen. “Paphiopedilum.” 

Again. You’re by no means a florist, but orchids were different. They seldom really looked like flowers, which is why you really liked them, and as soon as you finished the movie, you looked into the strange little orchids.

Your fingers point at the Paphiopedilum, staring at its waxy pouch, which droops over like the throat of a pelican. The flower itself is a tapestry of purple bruising and deep burgundy veins, set off by a dorsal sepal which resembles that of an upturned heraldic shield. And underneath the flower, there’s a pattern of dark green spots.

 “Paphiopedilum,” You repeat.

“Good. Pick up the scissors,” She commands, but very softly, like she’s telling a wounded animal to behave. Heat simmers in your lower belly, and your skin prickles as her fingers are suddenly kneading the back of your neck, thumb pressing into the bone, just enough where a tinge of pain flutters through your body.

Her hands drop down your neck and pick up the scissors, waiting for instructions. Eagerly waiting, because your brain has stopped functioning, turning fuzzy as Sevika’s sultry, deep voice tells you when to move and when to stop. You clamp up for a second, as her hands slide on top of yours. “Open.”

And you open, letting her guide you, scissor tracing the stem down to the base of the orchid, and he makes you angle the scissor to match the natural slope of the leaf axil. For a brief moment, she holds your hand, keeping it there, “Now.” Your thumb presses down, and with a snip, you remove the dead weight. 

You’re shaking now, slowly lowering the scissor on the table, and picking up the needle, skin prickling at the cold feel of the syringe against your warm skin. While Sevika slowly inches toward your body, you shift your weight onto your foot, lower body pressing right onto the heel, until you feel the pulsing of your cunt against your own skin. 

You’re softly rocking now, back and forth, unconsciously, until you're letting out shaky breaths, fingers softly twitchy. The strong press of Sevika’s hands on your shoulders halts your movement. “Do not move.”

“‘m sorry,” You whisper, sucking in a breath, and her cheek is on yours, nose turning to your skin, inhaling. She lets out a soft sigh, and her hands slide down to yet again guide yours. “I don’t think–I’m going to mess this up.”

“You won’t…because I’m here,” She coaxes in a soft yet commanding voice, “Do you understand?”

You nod, and her Oxford shoes are sliding to press the side of your trembling legs. Your cunt clenches against air, and everything aches, from your hands to your fingers, to your legs to your dripping cunt–even though Sevika has simply touched you and uttered a few commands. 

The needle of the syringe gleams, and she’s guiding it to the slightly shrunken pseudobulb of the orchid, at the rear of it. You’re trying to calm your nerves, holding the bulb between your thumb and forearm, feeling the tautness of the skin.

 Sevika’s warm hand slowly pushes yours until the needle is sinking at a shallow angle, piercing the exterior. “Very good,” she softly murmurs next to you, husky voice making you shiver, “So good for me. Doing everything perfectly.” 

Slowly, she pushes into your thumb, making you depress the plunger, and you watch the skin little by little, tighten and plump as fluid is injected into the plant. “Sevika.” whimper.

“Shh, it’s okay.” And she lets go, pulling your hand, withdrawing the needle, moving your hand to set it down.

You’re vibrating in your skin because a feeling that you’ve longed for has touched your spine. Utter helplessness has touched your spine. Sevika pulls you up until you’re perched on her knee, and her hands are wrapping around your waist. 

Sweat trickles down your scalp, and Sevika bounces her knee, just once, sending your hands flying down until they’re pressed on top of each other right on her knee, in front of you. A high-pitched moan falls from your lips, and she bounces her knee again, and again. 

There’s a beauty in letting someone move, and possess you, seeing you at your ‘lowest’ and ‘needies’, and rather than feeling disgust, they feel…a need to show you. To manoeuvre you…to make sure that you’re taken care of.

“Fuc–”. Your eyes flutter close, and you ride Sevika’s knee, whining and calling her name, tilting your hips until your cunt pressed just right, so that you’re sure she can feel the rhythmic pulse of it. Then she stops, and you’re breathless, eyes opening, unfocused, “Sevika.”

 You finally turn, and she’s staring at you, breathing so heavily you can see her chest moving up and down. Her pupils are blown, eating her dark grey eyes, and when you look down, there’s a thick tent and a wet patch on her dark, slacks. “Up,” she breathes, softer and lower, “Take off your pants.”

“Yes, Sir.”

A shudder runs through Sevika’s body, and you stand up from her lap, knees wobbling, turning to face her, and you unbutton your dark slacks, pushing them down. “Fold it.”

You lean down, picking up the pants, neatly folding them, and the heat trickling down your spine. There are black bat patterns on your dark purple panties, and you see the faintest curl of Sevika’s lips. Your thighs press against each other, and you can feel how damp your panties are. 

Sevika pats her lap once, and you walk to her, dropping the folded pants on top of the pants on the couch. She pats her leg again, “On my lap.” And you place yourself on her lap, and she smiles, cheeks red, “You did well, very…well. That’s all for today.”

You pout, shoulders going slack, “Please, Sevika. I want to c–”

“No.” She says with a small head shake, the word so commanding and soft. “Shower. Dinner. Sleep. Don’t even think about touching in the bathroom, because I will know.”

You follow her words, though a pout stays on your lips, even if you aren’t really mad at her. If anything, the anticipation of having to wait is enough to make goosebumps rise every time you think about it. Nothing happens the next day. While you don’t overthink every movement Sevika does, your eyes search for her hands, waiting for her to place a water bottle in front of you. 

To take your mind off it, you buy a typewriter, an actual typewriter. It’s black and slightly rusty, though one can’t really see it. When you clean it, you run your fingers across the cool, circles containing big, bold engraved letters. You grow to enjoy the constant clicks of the and the little ding that rings off it.

On Saturday, Sevika does not work. You come fairly early, and easy day of doing nothing, and you see the typewriter on the dinner table, a chair positioned right in front of it. Oddly enough, Sevika comes out of your shared room fully dressed in a suit, and she smiles, “Long day?”

You shake your head, dropping the bag on the loveseat, “Not really. A little boring.”

She grabs a water bottle, placing it next to the typewriter, and a lump builds in your throat. “Shower, and come to my office.”

You stand in the doorway for a good minute staring at the water next to the typewriter, before you dash into the room, quickly shedding your clothing. You’re meticulous, showering with caution, then lathering honey-scented lotion around your body. 

Your clothing–dark purple rib knit tights, dark purple short-sleeved blouse with ruffled detailing, black Mary Janes, and a black pencil skirt with a slit on the back–is something similar to Lee’s wardrobe. When you enter the ‘office’, which is simply Sevika’s home office, where she does all her mechanical tinkering, you look around, and it’s much different. 

There’s an actual desk, with ‘documents’ and papers, and her mechanical things have somehow disappeared. Heat rises to your cheeks, seeing the orchid is on her desk, and she’s wearing thin silver glasses, that frame her face so fucing well, your pussy flutters. 

It takes you a second to take in Sevika because, despite her wearing a casual suit, she’s looking at you through lidded eyes with an…atmosphere of demand and dictation, more so than she usually carries. It makes your muscles tense up.

“You called me, Sir?” You finally ask, hands resting on top of each other in front of you, and she nods.

“From our meeting with Mr Godfrey. I want his letter of recommendation on my desk.” She purrs, sliding a small black and red recorder to you. “You have thirty minutes.”

Your clammy hands grab the recorder, and as you walk out, she stops you. “And make sure to stay hydrated.”

You’re a beginner on the typewriter, but you have no experience besides the short videos you watched to prepare. The setup of the letter takes almost ten minutes, and you’re still sloppy. You write out thoroughly 200 words, hearing the soft drum of Sevika’s voice while taking continuous sips of the warm water bottle.

But it’s as though Sevika took her sweet time speaking into the recorder, voice soft and silky, “....a case is often won or lost in the margins, a misplaced citation, a poorly formatted brief or a lack of…’ and she drones on, while the typewriter clicks and clacks.

A part of you that drives off perfection, breaks as you make spelling errors through the letter, yet anticipation rolls through your body, and goosebumps lather your flesh. The fein feel of Sevika’s sharp hands across your ass makes your spine curl. 

The thin paper shakes in your hand, and as you walk to the office, a small pressure surges against your bladder. The cold air, your tights pressed against your lower abdomen, and Sevika’s watchful eyes, naw at your flesh.

When you hand the letter to Sevika, she spares you a glance and begins to read it. A thick red marker comes out, and she begins to highlight until the paper looks like a college midterm paper.

“Type it again.” Sevika says, sliding the paper back, “These typing errors aren’t the first time, and I’ve let them go since it was the first week. This cannot go on.”

Your knees tremble, and a rush of humiliation passes through your body, “I’m sorry–”

“Do you know what that makes me look like…to the people who receive these letters? Type it again, and get it right.” Her voice lowers at the end, and she looks so, so mean, staring at you through her lidded, grey eyes. Next to the letter is another water bottle, and you take both.

As you retype the letter, the push to your bladder becomes impossible to ignore. Your body shudders, and your knees are shaking to rid yourself of the temptation to use the bathroom. You’re twitching in the wooden chair, yet you feel your panties dampen, mind reeling with what Sevika will do to you.

When the letter is down, the pressure to your lower belly is blinding, pushing against and pushing, until you’re moving your hips, back caved in. It takes a minute for the feeling to go away, and you’re back in her office, sliding the paper to her. There’s a bored expression on her face that morphs into laxness as the red marker comes out again.

When she stands up, your breath hitches. Sevika slides the letter to you and slowly moves behind you, Oxford shoes clicking on the polished floor. “I want you to be over the desk, so you’re looking directly at it. Get your face very close to the letter…and read it aloud.”

You place your elbows on the desk, bending over as the bright red circles take over your vision. You aren’t sweating yet, but heat spreads under your skin, while blood buzzes in your ears.

“To whom it may concern, I am writing this letter regarding the profes–” 

SMACK

A rough gasp rings in the room as the smack echoes, and your knees nearly lock. Your head slowly turns to Sevika, and she’s up close now, pupils blown with red cheeks. “Continue.”

“Professional performance of my associate, Michel Godfrey.”

SMACK

Heat trickles down your spine, and your stomach flutters. The sensation of pain across your ass fizzes into warm pleasure, as jolts of pain circle your bladder. You clamp your thighs together, breathing going ragged. In the silence, you can hear Sevika behind you, breathing as heavily as you.

“During the tenure of his employment at the firm, he had demonstrated a commendable aptitude for the minutiae of legal procedure.” SMACK

You hold in a whimper, trying to sink your shoes on the ground, “In our field, a case is often won or lost in the margins, a misplaced citation, a poorly formatted brief, or a lack of attention…” SMACK “...to the specific texture of a client’s testimony.” SMACK

You’re unsure of how to describe the feeling passing through your brain. A part of you has shut off, skin feeling fuzzy, almost unfocused on nothing besides the fizzing pleasure of the pain across your ass. Yet, another part of you trembles as the pressure on your stomach has you letting some warm liquid trickle down to your panties.

 A soft whine crosses your mouth, and another hard smack lands on the same place, pushing you forward. “I recommend him for any position that requires an uncompromising commitment to perfection. Feel free to call me at your earliest convenience. Sincerely, Sevika.” SMACK

Tears lather your waterline, and you’re trying to blink them away, as another push makes you squeeze your stomach. Each smack becomes harder, continuously, on the same spot, as you reread the letter, until Sevika is pressed against you. Hot tears drip down cheeks, while warm liquid flows down, seeping through the purple tights. SMACK

“Sir…” You whimper, tight hiccup leaving your lips, “I need–need…’m going to leak, can’t hold it in.” 

Sevika sharply inhales, hand sliding to your stomach, and she presses into it, until pushing into your bladder, forcing you to push out hot liquid, while little tears all across the paper, making the red bleed. “You’re a visual representation of my office…of me. I can’t have my secretary doing such a thing without reprimand.” SMACK

Sevika’s strong hand slaps your ass until your soft sobs ring around the room, nails trying to sink into the table. Your limbs loosen, and despite the sharp pain curling through your body, white-hot pleasure rushes through your spinal cord, tapping your brain.

Your swollen clit, rubs against your damp panties, and you try your hardest for some friction as your thighs are compressed together, but no relief avails. Your left knee has twisted itself, kneecap pressing into the other leg, all while liquid rushes out of you, trailing down, hitting your Mary Janes and the floor. 

A puddle slowly forms, your body still softly shaking, squirming, damn near itching for release, as Sevika presses herself against you, “You did very well. I will reward you…Do you want a bonsai or do you want me to soothe your pain?” 

Your brain is too far gone to stop. You’re itching to realise. Itching to be good, you hiccup, sniffing softly, “want you to soothe…soothe my pain, sir.”

“Atta girl.”

You moan at the praise, and Sevika’s hands are pulling down your skirt, nail softly scrapping your skin as your tights and skirts pool on the floor, hitting the puddle. Your back arches, and you’re still bent over, eyes lidded, even breaths coming out. 

You feel like liquid, drifting into pleasure. Behind you, Sevika picks up a pair of scissors, resting them against your panties, “You don’t need these today.” She groans, snipping them off and throwing them on the floor.

You’re half dazed on her table, body reeling with hopelessness, and serenity as she pushes you on top of it, turning your body as if you’re a ragdoll. And she stares at you for a second, hands sliding to the back of your thighs, separating your legs with a condensing smile, eyebrows knitted together, “Poor thing, don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better.”

Sevika dips down, lathering kisses on your inner thighs, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin, spreading you wide, watching your pussy glisten coated in your own slick, clit swollen and peeking from its hood. 

She clicks her teeth, warm breath against your cunt, “Maybe I should punish you in another way. A good secretary wouldn’t be turned on from such vile punishment.” 

You hiccup, eyes staring at the light in the room, and you gasp, hip jerking when Sevika leans in pressing a kiss on your swollen clit. She does it again, slower, licking it, then wrapping her lips around the bud. 

Your whole body twitches, breathing coming in ragged gasps that turned into high-pitched whines as Sevika traces lazy circles around your clit, each consecutive flick sending sparks through your nerves. She stops, and you whimper, eyes half-lidded, staring at nothing. 

“So perfect,” she moans, voice soft, as she moves her hand to stroke your hip. You try to speak, words coming out slurred and unintelligible, mind too cottony to do anything but buck your hips into her mouth.

She drags her tongue through your wet folds, then from your sopping hole up to your clit, licking it until your hands fly to her short hair, tightening. “More.”

Your hips buck again, and Sevika gives your clit fast flicks, groaning against you until the vibrations make your shoulders lift off the cold surface. Your feet kick in the air, and everything is too much. Sevika’s tongue is full on fucking you as she sucks and laps at your sensitive nerve. Soft sobs ring, not the usual sobs but shoulder-shaking sobs, which makes Sevika's cock twitch.

Your stomach tightens, pleasure building against your spine coming in soft waves, and Sevika slides in two fingers that fuck out a wet squelch from your pussy. Her tongue never stops, and she presses open-mouthed kisses to your clit while your body is jerking, almost running from the dizzying build up.

 “C’mon, be good for them. Cum for me, baby.” Sevika moans against your pussy, curling her fingers, making your kicks out again. 

More tears slide down your cheeks, and she japs at the spongy spot, sliding in and out of your walls, until you’re drooling, thighs trembling. Your fingers twitch, and the urge to piss passes through your body, forcing your body into an arch and making your cunt flutter around her fingers until you’re dissolving into nothing.

A whole-body shudder rolls through you, and for a moment, you’re just there sitting in the warm, with nothing but the sound of your own heartbeat, letting out tiny, meek whimpers. You don’t come back fully, not even as Sevika is pulling you off from the desk, so so softly. And she leaves you there wobbling, pupils huge and unfocused. 

She moves across the room, leaning on the wall, “Come here.”

You blink, limbs feeling like they’re filled with sand. She taps on the spot in front of her, and your weak legs tremble as you stand on unsteadily, shaking in the Mary Janes. You take one step, then another, knees nearly buckling.  “I ca–can’t–.”

“You can…and you will,” 

You try again, eyes focused on taking steady steps and the sensation of your cunt clamping around air. “You’re wobbling, Y/N…is that how you will walk to our guests?”

You shake your head, “No, n–no sir.”

“Walk again.”

And you return to the desk, hiccuping, body shaking, trying to walk again, heels clicking on the floor, while your cold air bites your skin, and your cunt clenching again. Your pussy pulses, and slick lathers the inside of your thighs.

When you finally make it to her, Sevika grabs the back of your head, pushing your lips to her. You tilt your head, whining into her mouth, as Sevika licks your mouth open, sloppy and filthy. Your brain is hazy and foggy, body unmoving, only whining and shaking when Sevika nips at your lower lip.

When you pull away, Sevika’s slacks have a thick tent, and she’s undoing her belt, zipper coming down, until she pulls her cock out. Precum oozes out of the head, and the tip is a bright, angry red. “Do you want to be a good secretary?”

You nod. And she’s clasping your hand around herself, while you’re staring, eyes glassy with need and want. Sevika jerks into your hand, using your hand to fuck herself while you feel her twitch, cunt dripping.

It’s not part of the roleplay but rather your own need, and soon enough, you’re on the floor, knees pressed down, tongue salivating against Sevika’s balls. She groans and guides your face to her until your lips are wrapped around the head, tongue circling it, tasting the faint saltiness of her arousal. She pushes in, brushing the back of your throat, as your jaw goes slack, drool seeping down the corner of your mouth.

And she does slow, lazy thrusts, groaning and moaning, using your mouth as if you’re a toy for her own pleasure. “So open for me…all mine”, Sevika coos at you while you whimper around her, reaching for anything, nails digging into her skin, while Sevika’s thrust picks up, and your nose brushes her pelvis. 

Through sheer force, you push off, body softly landing on your bottom, heel scraping the floor. You look away from Sevika, “Not yours…”

Sevika’s cock twitches, and she suppresses a smile, changing her face to a sneer, “Say that again.”

Your chest heaves up and down, “I’m…I’m not yo–yours.”

Sevika narrows her eyes, moving too quickly and pulling you up by your shoulder, turning you around, and pushing you onto the desk, face down. “You are mine. You are my secretary,” She sneers. 

“Sir–”

“Until I say so, you will be mine…”One hand slide down to your waist, pushing your ass to her, until you feel her pooking the cleft of your ass, while another grabs a fist of your hair, “...and if I want to keep you in this office and use you when I want. I will.”

Sevika lines herself up, slowly pushing the head of her cock inside you, as you whine at the pressure, hiccuping. “Say you’re mine.”

You shake in her hand, and she buries herself in you, hips bucking forward until her balls are pressing on your ass, and you can feel her in your stomach. You feel so fucking full, drooling at the press of Sevika’s thick cock. “Fuc–fuck, ‘m yours–yours,” You mewl, words choked and ragged.

Sevika pushes harder, hips snapping into you, flesh hitting flesh as your body curls itself with pleasure, back arched. Your pussy twitches, and Sevika’s dragging her cock against your walls. “Feel that…that’s your cunt tightening for me.”

You sob right into the air, brain short-circuiting from the continuous pleasure, as Sevika softly angles her hips, bucking into that spot that makes your thighs shake. A high-pitched, “Sevika”, leaves your lips, eyes rolling back, almost sounding like a plea.

 Your cunt throbs, slick and leaking, coating Sevika’s cock until a filthy squelch echoes along your guttural sobs and moans. “Only I get to see you like this. All fucked out and full.” 

And you’re floating away in her hands, hands going down, to open yourself for Sevika, and it’s utterly filthy and damn near degrading the way she twitches inside you, seeing you become all disroainted and wobbly while she fuck you into pliancy.

“Har–harder,” You gasp, pushing your hips back into her. 

SMACK

You clench around her, letting out loud, trembling moans, the pain rolling your body into overstimulation. Her warm skin presses against yours, and while her hips keep snapping, her hands press on top of yours, chest on your back, feeling her breath on the shell of your ear. 

You turn your head, eyes now on the white wall, and Sevika is licking your tears, “Fuck–” she whimpers as you clamp down again. She grips your waist, nails digging in until you’re sure you’ll be purple and blue tomorrow, while she pounds into you again and again,

“Fuck–, how does it feel? Tell me, baby,” Sevika chokes, panting as she pistons her hips into your ass, flesh making like the sound of gunshots.

“Go…good, so so fuc–fucking good,” You wail, hand moving to grip onto Sevika’s dress shirt, pulling her into you. You feel on fire. Nerves fizzing away, while you feel Sevika in your stomach. Your eyes squeeze shut, pussy squelching as your orgasm builds up, consuming any logical or working part of your brain.

You drool on the table as your hips are pulled back, and the weight of Sevika on your back disappears. You whine and wail as your waist is lifted, and the tip of your Mary Janes points to the floor. “So pretty–all fucked out, and dumb. Gonna keep you like this, want that?”

You nod, dumbly and fereishly, cheek “Yes, wa–want it,” You wail, feeling Sevika’s cock kiss that good spongy spot inside you, and she fucks and fucks into it, until you’re sobbing, filthily squeezing her cock, as you come, piss dribbling out of you. 

Sevika’s cock twitches, cuming with a guttural moan, feeling warm envelop her, and your walls clench so tight, they’re milking her, trying to squeeze every single drop out of her. 

SMACK

Your thighs shake, muscles clenching, and Sevika huffs out a breath, groaning. Your body sags, and Sevika catches you. Your brain is so far gone, as if you’re at sea, letting waves wash over you. You whimper, feeling Sevika slide out of you, cum seeping down your soaked pussy.

The room turns, and Sevika’s carrying you. “Did I–I do…good?” You whine into her neck, nosing at her jugular vein, inhaling the scent of soap and wood. “Did I, Sir?”

“Yes,” Sevika hums, “You did so well for me, baby. You took your punishment and your reward very well. We’ll get ice cream tomorrow. Let's get you cleaned.”

And while you’re burning, spine all tight and taut. Sevika takes off your clothing, peppering kisses on your sweaty skin. Her mouth presses against yours, softly and tenderly, licking inside your mouth, hands kneading your skin.

Sevika showers you with extra care, whispering continuous praises as you slowly come down, your body floating. She lathers cream on your ass and dresses you in soft pyjamas, kissing you with sheer softness and gentleness, until you’re nuzzling your face on her neck. 

“So perfect for me.” She murmurs, holding your body as you immediately fall asleep, snoring away on her neck.

BOXER!VI who gets home all hot and sweaty from training but that only makes you want her more. Sinking down between onto the floor in front of her and trailing your hands across her thighs, feeling them tensing up under your touch. Watching her throw her head back as you lick a strip up her slit to tease her making her groan impatiently.

BOXER!VI who can pound you into the mattress with her fingers or her strap until you’re trembling beneath her, leaving scratch marks down her arms and over her biceps as you clench around her. Who is able to keep going as long as you can take it due to the hours of training and working out.

BOXER!VI who comes home to you after a match only to find you lying on the bed naked, one hand pinching your nipple and the other two fingers deep in your cunt. The clip of her fighting playing on repeat on the tv opposite the bed.

BOXER!VI who puts on a front of being in control when she’s hovering above you, strap heavy in her hand as she trails it up your slit to tap it against your clit. Who can’t quite hide the needy look in her eyes as she looks up at you waiting for you to let her slide inside.

BOXER!VI who punches the bags extra hard, her hair sticking to her forehead, on days you send her dirty texts during her training. Wrapping the tape around her hands extra tight and taking advantage of all the equipment to try and distract herself from just leaving to come home to you.

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"Mmm…" Sevika groaned against the puff folds of your sex. "Think of things you want for the new year" She mumbled before soft slurps. 

You sucked in air sharply while your free hand reached down to the top of Sevikas head. Your fingers coiled around her thick hair that was semi wavy from the sweat she was working up the past 15 minutes. You could barely breathe with how tight the tension was rising in your chest. Sevika pressed her tongue into you deeper, scooping up your wetness with ease. You could feel it reach in you. You'd always squirmed when she did that, feeling even more perverted than usual, and she liked that. 

45…44…43…

"To cum! I want to fucking cum!" You nearly shrieked out when she pulled out of you and moved to press her tongue against your needy clit. "Please!" 

You could hear the sounds of the tv now. The glaringly loud shouting of a countdown. It almost felt like the applause was for you and your girlfriend who wanted to get you there so fast. 

"You don't want to come up for- ah~! Vika!". Your thighs nearly clamped around her head. You felt so sensitive, like the slightest touch would take your whole body over. 

42….41…40…

Sevika lifted your legs over her shoulders now. Her hands gripped against the flesh and pushed your thighs back more. You were more open to her now. She eyed at the glory before her; she thought about thanking the heavens for the gift bestowed upon her. 

"Thank you, thank you, thank you-" she moaned against your folds before pressing back into you. Her nose bumped right against the swollen nub of yours. 

Your hips bucked instinctual as you gripped onto her hair a little tighter. The slight pain caused your girlfriend to moan even louder this time. She wanted you to suffocate her with it. She wanted you to press into her face and ride against it like there was no tomorrow. Her own pussy was wet just from servicing you, and that was enough in this moment. 

38…37…36…

"Sev! Baby please I can't!"

"Just hold on for me…" she moaned against the mound of your pussy. "Look at me. You can hold out a little longer for me." 

32…31…30

You shook your head. It felt as all the arousal in your body was swirling in your lower abdomen. Although, it turn you on when you watched Sevika between your legs. Her tongue spread so perfectly over you, she collected up your nectar like she never wanted to waste a drop. Her grey eyes locked with yours through her dark lashes. Her lids were heavy and full of devotion now. She pulled away from your clit slightly to begin rubbing at it with two fingers. The action caused you to curl your toes and arch your back in the most ethereal display of sexuality. 

"I want to spoil you like this every new year. What do you think?" She asked so casually as if she wasn't actively sliding her thick fingers into your more than ready entrance. "Hm?" 

You nodded excitedly. "S'good, s'fucking good."

"Yeah? You like this? Or my mouth more?" her fingers pumped in and out of you now. The tips of her index and middle pressing right against your sweet spot. 

25…24…23…

"Ngh…b-both. I like both!" 

"Ooh both? So greedy.." 

She hummed hungrily against you now. Her wrist made a twisting motion as she continued to pump into you. The sensation made you feel even fuller with her. Your needy cunt made the lewdest noises the longer it went on. You almost tried to squirm from the intense pleasure until she hit right where you wanted it. Sevika continued to lick and lap at a feverish pace, ignoring the slight burn of her jaw muscles. 

18…17…16…

"Right there! Right there!" That arousal coiled in your stomach even tighter now. 

"Give it to me, I want my reward. Come on.." Sevikas words encouraged you to let go. 

Your hand slid from the top of her head to the side of her face. The two of you met eyes again. Even now, your eyes a blurry mess of tears of pleasure and exhaustion, you held onto her gaze. 

11…10…9..

"There we go.." Sevika cheered you on as you started to make a mess on her hands. Warm, slippery, and sticky. "This all for me?" 

8…7…6…

Your body tensed up. Your legs begged to be closed around your girlfriends face now. You let your hand fall to her forearm. Her forearm tight and flexed to keep you steady. 

5…4…3…

Sevika let out a shocked noise when you released a clear and slippery substance onto the leather couch. The shocked sound was followed by a groan and a head shake. "Fuck that's so sexy." Her hand moved even faster to get the rest from you. Her face low to your body so she could lap you up. "Give it to me…give it all to me." 

2…

"I-" your body jolted as you finished in front of Sevika. "Mmmf-" A moan tore you through you and drowned out the sounds of fireworks and confetti that played on the television. 

1…Happy New Year!!!! The TV chimed loudly in the background. 

Sevika and you were panting in sync now. She sat back on her knees to admire the scene you made. Her fingers slid out of you slowly, and she let out a triumphant laugh. You on the other hand, were a spent mess. Your thighs shuttered close and your knees touched together. You felt weightless in the moment. The only other thing you heard before you closed your eyes was Sevika. 

You heard a party horn, a popping noise, followed by the sensation of confetti tickling your legs. 

"Happy New Year!!!" She shouted happily. 

And all you could do was weakly nod. “Happy…New Year.”

a/n — happy new year !!! raaaaahhhh !!! I hope this year I get to post more and share more of my sevika writings while I’ve got the chance. Thank you all for reading and sharing my fics as well as following. I wish you all the best new year 2026. Stay strong everyone, get rest, and be gay <3

xx, Muse

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