𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

cherry kush

݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ sevika!

݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ vi!

݁⋆⭒˚.⋆ ambessa!

the sky was already a blossoming red when your keys clinked in the lock to your apartment door.

you struggle to turn the metal in the keyhole, one arm pressing a stack of books against your chest, the other clutching a brown paper bag containing takeaway dinner from the nearest college bar.

it takes good foolishly ten seconds to open the door, when a thick haze cloud slaps you across the face. the smell was so intoxicating, it almost makes you take a few steps back again.

unfortunately, this wasn't the first time you were welcomed back like this.

you initially planned to reheat your takeout in the microwave to binge-watch criminal minds on the old leather couch in your living room and avoid socializing for the rest of the evening.

however, that old leather couch was already occupied and if that poor thing had lungs, it would've been passive-high by now.

you drop your pile of books on the kitchen counter and look at the person responsible.

your roommate; sevika. not by choice but by convenience. she was tall, ridiculously muscular and infuriatingly nonchalant. she lounges on the couch, head dipped back and a joint hanging from her lips.

at least she took off her boots before putting her feet up on the sofa this time.

admittedly, she was an uncomplicated roommate most of the time. quiet, clean and mostly invisible. if it wasn't for her addiction that made her light up a jay as soon as she got home.

"i told you a million times to at least open a window if you're gonna smoke."

you whine and try to stay out of her smoke radius, as your head starts spinning slightly already.

her lidded eyes look up at you and she takes a long drag, before blowing the cloud in your direction in a mocking manner.

"m' sorry," she licks her lips and a lazy smirk tugs at the corner of them, "its a new strain though, smells different."

subconsciously, you do pause a second to analyze the scent, not that you have much of a choice in the smoke drowned room.

it does smell different, still that heavy weed top note, but then it's also surprisingly sweet and fruity.

sevika hums as she watches your face "cherry kush."

you nod absently, not quite knowing what to do with that information. you watch her as she stretches and her black shirt rides up her stomach.

"yeah well, next time just don't nearly set off the fire alarm with all that smoke please." and you decide that your bedroom is a much comfier place than the living room right now.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

it was a friday afternoon, unusually cloudy for a mid-summer day and the smell hits you again.

it's very subtle at first; sneaking its way under your door and filling the corners of your room. it makes your mind hazy and hard to concentrate on the essay that is halfway written on your computer screen.

with a huff, you open the door from your room to the kitchen area and the sight makes the words that were about to spill from your lips stutter on their way out.

sevika; freshly out of the shower by the looks of her wet hair and damp skin, wearing a white tank top that showed off her strong arms in a way that should be prohibited, sweatpants hanging low and heavy on her waist and that damn forsaken joint in hand.

cooking pasta.

she noticed you standing in the doorway; gaze dancing up and down your frame and you subconsciously pull the hem of your shorts down, suddenly becoming very aware of just how uterrly short they were.

after taking a drag, she holds the jay casually between her thick fingers towards your direction. "want a puff?" she asks, dark eyebrow raised.

did she open the window this time? you can't even tear your eyes away from her to check.

sometimes she catches you off guard. it's not like you were attracted to her; she is just objectively a very attractive person and watching her can be unfairly mesmerizing sometimes. the way her strong muscles move under her tanned skin was downright pornographic and her bloodshot eyes when she was high did something to you that you'd never say out out.

you look at the glowing rolled up weed in her hand and back up at her face. it was a genuine question; she asks you to smoke with her on a regular basis, even when you're turning her down every time.

"no." you answer and she shrugs her shoulder.

"bummer," she just says and stirs the pasta sauce in the pan on the stove, "you want some food though?"

and you notice how hungry you actually are and how good that pasta actually looks, so you sigh deeply and nod.

you two had weird routines where you didn't speak much except for the necessary, but then had glimpses of moments that one could call close to a friendship. like that one time you caught a cold and she brought home soup every evening without a word and silently changed your bedsheets when you showered. it was endearing to say the least and convinced you she was only rough around the edges from the outside.

she takes a last drag from the jay while plating the noodles and you make it a point not to stare at the drop of water that dropped from the end of one of her hairstrands before it slid down her neck, over her pulse-point.

jesus christ.

"it feels like haven't seen you in like two days," she points out with a smirk, "all locked up in your room huh?"

you twirl the pasta around your fork and furrow your brows.

"it's that damn history essay," you whine and hear her chuckle lowly, "it's been keeping me occupied for days now and i'm not even halfway through."

you nearly started to scrape the porcelain plait, this being the very first enjoyable thing you've consumed this week.

the air still smelt faintly of cherry kush but it was pleasant. it mixed with her body-wash and the weeds sweetness complimented the soaps rich leather scent.

"if you ever need to relax a little, just say the magic word." she winks, as if her eyes weren't hodded already and you watch her pull out her grinder to grind another bud.

she's somewhat joking, her tone playful but you can only swallow the thick lump in your throat.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

another week stumbled over itself on its way to another rainy friday night and you have become more frustrated by the hour, days spend in dusty libraries and your dark bedroom. lounging in soft pajama shorts and oversized knit sweaters, you're glad no one can see the state you're in at the moment.

if you ever need to relax-

it haunted your thoughts like the plague, just like that annoying cherry smell that had seemed to seep into every crack of your apartment. it's in the living room curtains, the hot shower steam, even your fucking pillowcases and it makes you twist and turn at night.

just say the magic word.

and oh was it tempting to say. you hadn't seen her for days either so it seemed, she moved so quietly, one could think you lived alone.

and even though you were never keen on trying drugs, it called your name over and over again like a song. it itched under your skin, the smell, the image of her between the clouds of smoke.

and as you hear the front door open, you can't stop your feet from moving. bouncing off the mattress, you stumble into the living room, catching her mid-way to her bedroom. she stands there, jeans and white t-shirt, having an eyebrow raised like it's an accessory.

"were you about to smoke?" you ask, quickly, hurriedly, as if you almost don't want her to hear.

she nods and the corners of her mouth lift as her eyes narrow in anticipation of what you're going to say.

you take a deep breath, not quite believing yourself what you were about to say, "can i join?"

she snorts and waits a moment for you to ridicule yourself, before realization dawned on her, "wait, you're for real?"

"yeah."

she blinks, once, twice. she looks like she's about to pinch herself. again, she's absurdly handsome for no reason and you're about to take your question back, because why would you do something so intimate as sharing your first joint with her?

she hums, it's low and deep and it seems like she wants it to calm your nerves.

"then, ladies first." she gestures her hand towards her bedroom.

oh.

you don't think you've ever stepped one foot in her room. it's down the hallway and the only thing you've seen from it is the sliver of light under her door when she has her lights on at night.

the closer you get, the stronger the cherry scent caresses around your nose and it starts to make you nervous.

she kicks her door open and it's like opening pandoras box.

it's clean. her bed is made, no clothes on the floor. you step in further and you try to soak up as many details as possible, analyzing every corner, surface and spec of dust. the grinder, papes and kush are placed neatly on a tray on her nightstand. you hear the door shutting behind you and her tall frame looms behind you, before she sits down on the mattress and takes the tray.

you stand there for a second, rooted to the floor, and stunned of how well she actually fits in her room. the tidiness, the sleekness, it matches her so perfectly, it makes you stare.

she looks up at you and does a once-over of your body. "make yourself comfortable," she says with the folded filter in between her lips as she grinds the weed, "or did you change your mind?"

it strucks you like lightening and you awkwardly look around for an opportunity to sit down. anywhere but on the bed where she was spread on. you promptly sit down on the floor in front of her and once you look up at her lighting the jay and it dawns on you just how intimate this position is. she looks down on you, ridiculously intense eye contact, and exhales a cloud of smoke.

the smell dances around your nostrils and you had to blink a few times when she reached out and offered you the j.

"just try to take a puff," she says, voice raspy, "don't be embarrassed if you need to cough and tell me if anything feels wrong."

you swallow. the gleam of the joint burning into your pupils and you take it from her fingers before the rational part of your brain can protest.

the tip tastes sweet between your lips and you carefully inhale the thick smoke. it doesn't take long for it to settle in your lungs, to burn in your throat and to make your brain fuzzy.

you do cough a little before blowing everything out and sevika watches you the whole time, a smirk on her lips.

"good girl," she nods as she takes the joint from you again, "how was that?"

it's intoxicating, your mind shuts down, your fingers start to feel tingly. you nod in approval and close your eyes as you feel your limbs relax.

she takes a few more hits, the room clouded and wonderfully suffocating, the cherry scent ever so strong.

sevika scoots on her bed, moving her massive frame to make some space for you and invites you to get comfortable on the mattress.

as soon as your head hits the pillow, you groan and it the sound makes her hands twitch.

"how are you feeling?" she asks and the vibrations are buzzing through your veins. your eyes close as you nod, "mhh, floaty." you mumble, which earns you a chuckle.

"yeah," she agrees and cracks her knuckles, "it does make me feel floaty, too."

you turn your head to the side to look at her profile. her disheveled, short hair; her big nose; her prominent jawline. her chest was slowly rising and falling under her tanktop as her breathing relaxed and for a moment you wish to stay like this forever. in this small, quiet bubble of her room.

"you know," you start, and the words just seem to leave your mouth without a second thought, "it's ridiculously how good you look sometimes." you narrow her eyes at her, as if you are actually offended by how handsome she is.

sevika takes a last drag from the joint and puts it out on the ashtray on her bedside table, before looking at you.

"is it?"

you can't tell if she looks surprised, or shocked, or amused, but her eyebrow raises in question as she scans your face.

you push yourself up on an elbow to look at her properly and her blown pupils follow your movements. "yeah, you come out of the shower, your skin dripping wet, your white shirt basically see-through, it's like you're auditioning for porn."

she barks out a laugh, her teeth pearly white and sharp and it makes you conscious of your pulse-point beating in your neck.

"you're one to talk," she shoots back and your eyebrows furrow, "walking around in your tiny fucking shorts, your ass all out," and you can't ignore the heat rising your cheeks, "sometimes i think you're doing it on purpose, to tease me."

she had taken the tray again to roll another one and you sit up on her bed, legs crossed. "well, is it working?" you ask, more jokingly than anything else, cause i was never your intention to tease her. she licks the pape and hums, "having a pretty girl walk around half naked and oblivious to the things she's doing to me? yeah, that works." she holds the jay between her lips and lights it up.

seeing you in her room, all dizzy and stoned and confused made her stomach twist. it was more addictive than the weed.

now, she's downright flirting with you and it needs a second for it to click. "i actually turn you on in my pajama shorts?"

she shrugs her shoulders as she takes a puff and offers you the j afterwards. "your pajama shorts, your little skirts, your godforsaken flimsy summer dresses," she lists and you take another drag, because it gives you time to process what she's saying, "i could eat you up every time." she states and it's so nonchalant, it makes you stare.

the cherry kush isn't exactly helping either. the room was overflowing with smoke and your head was spinning. the beating of your pulse had traveled from your neck to your stomach and has now settled between your legs. your thighs clench together and the friction makes you bite your lip. who knew weed could make you so horny?

your actions don't go unnoticed and sevika glances at your exposed skin. you see her eyes lidded and red and it's a sight for unholy thoughts. you feel brave, well you feel fucking high, but it makes you crawl a few inches closer to her.

having you right in front of her, barely clothed and buzzed made something snap deep inside of her. with a large, strong hand she grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. its all teeth and tongue and you moan against her lips.

"you wanna tease me, huh?" she asks between kisses, her other hand squeezing your waist, "you want me to lose all my composure?"

she flips you over with an ease that makes your belly flutter and she towers over you like a cage. she takes a hold of your jaw and brings two fingers up to your mouth.

"open up doll, get my fingers wet yeah?" your tongue sticks out and she starts to fuck your throat, slow and deep and it makes your eyes water at the sting. your small hands wrap around her wrist that holds your face in place and she looks like she could just cum to the sight of you sucking and licking around her digits.

"good girl," she coos, as tears collect on your lower lash line, "you want me to fuck you?" and you gag as you nod your head furiously.

your cotton underwear had started to get soaked and sevika groans as she rips your shorts off and sees the damp spot on the white fabric.

"all for me?" she smirks and the cockyness is dripping from her words. you whine and let your legs fall open, giving her more access to your cunt. she shoves your panties to the side, holding them in place with one hand while she uses her wet fingers to slide from your hips to your dripping folds. "so pretty," she murmurs and gives your pussy a small smack, that makes you twitch and cry out.

she sits back onto her calves and takes in the sight for a second. your pants on the floor, the big collar of your sweater hanging off your shoulder and your underwear halfway down your legs as your pussy pulses in desperation to be filled.

she muscles tense and before you know it, she grabs your thighs and pulls you towards her.

"you're going to be quiet," one of her hands come up to cover your mouth, "you just look pretty and take it, can you do that?" her other hand starts to draw little circles around your clit. you see her pupils dilate and the moan that leaves your throat is barely audible under her palm. she smiles approvingly, before collecting the wetness that pours out of you to sink her fingers in.

her thrusts are quick and strong and her digits are so deep, you can feel the bulge of them in your stomach.

the weed in your system makes you dizzy and every touch of hers sets your skin on fire.

your body squirms, your juices making obscene noises every time she fills you up and all you can do is whine and drool against her hand. she looks at your cunt as picks up her pace and watches as your wetness drenches her bedsheets. her fingers curl, her massive body prevents your thighs from clamping together and you're fisting the pillows.

"there you go," she encourages, feeling your walls pulse and suck her in deeper, "doing so well, let me take care of you."

your orgasm builds up faster than anticipated, her thumb hitting your swollen clit with every thrust and soon, you're begging against her skin to let you cum. with every hit, she mumbles incoherent praise and you can see the veins in her toned underarms.

but as you're about to reach your climax, she slows down, movements softer and shallow.

she lets go of your body and you take a moment to take a deep breath through your mouth. the protest dies on its way out as she unbuckles her belt; and you're sure that sight alone will be the reason for a lot of sleepless nights.

she breathes heavily as she reveals the black boxers under her jeans. "get on your knees for me." she orders and you are not quite sure you are able to do that by the state of your shaky body. you drop to the floor in front of the bed, hair disheveled and lips shiny from saliva.

she drops her pants spreads her legs with you between them. even her thighs are insanely toned. of course.

her fist finds its way into your hair and you come face to face with her cunt. it is pornographic, the happy trail from her belly button down to her bush of curls, her musky scent and the way her abs flex when she feels your breath hits her folds.

you start to mouth her hip bone, eyes fluttering close at the salty taste of her skin. your tongue darts out to lick from her stomach to her clit and her fingernails scrape your scalp.

she grunts and pushes your face to her cunt, using your mouth to get herself off as you gasp and suck. it's messy, her wetness, your spit, it covers your chin and her thighs and you decide that this has to be your new favorite place.

your own pussy is dripping on the floor beneath you and it's almost embarrassing how turned on you are.

"that's it," she moans, looking down at you as you circle her clit with the tip of your tongue and your hands grasp onto her calves, "gonna make me cum in your pretty mouth." her muscles tensed, you're leaving kitten-licks all over her pussy, feeling her hole gush with her cum and she lets out loud groans as she roughly holds your face in place to ride out the aftershocks. "good girl." she pants in between, over and over again, eyes closed and head dipped back.

after a second, she grabs your underarms and pulls you up on top of her again, swiping her juices off your chin with a thumb before her mouth is on your again and she can taste herself.

her eyes catch a glance at the wet spot on her wooden floor where you just knelt and she chuckles.

"made a mess," she tuts as she places you on one of her thighs, her muscle rubbing right at your sensitive clit, "c'mon, ride me doll." her hands steady on your hips, she guides you up and down and you soak her skin within seconds.

"oh fuck-" your moans spill like a waterfall and they fill the room faster than the smoke, "yes, yes, yes."

she leans back on her forearm and watches you, before reaching out to the half-smoked joint that was in the ashtray next to the bed. she lights it up and takes a long drag, as if she was enjoying a good show. your palms find themselves on her abs, holding yourself up as you drag your cunt over her toned leg in desperation.

sevika gets a hold of your jaw again, more gently this time, and cuts you off mid-whimper when she opens your mouth and puts the jay between your lips.

you feel yourself getting so so close as you inhale the sweet smoke and you get hit with a new wave of dizziness. it makes you feel helpless and fuzzy and so good.

cherry scent fills your lungs, and her big hands are everywhere.

"cum, sweetheart," she encourages, pressing you down harder on her thigh as you whine and plea her for release, "be a good girl and cum for me."

and you shatter with a sob of her name.

she holds you close, doesn't let you go until the last wave rides through your body and coos praises.

your forehead falls against her shoulder and you both sit in quietness, your heartbeat loud and fast in your ears.

everything feels wet and sticky and hot and you giggle at the absurdity of the situation.

"sevika?" you ask as the silence had stretched a little too long.

"hmm?" she responds, twirling stands of your hair between her fingers.

"can you roll another one?"