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Sevika needn't worry about anything other than perfecting this job. Making her lunch for herself in the mornings? You'd take care of it at lunchtime, especially if Sevika claimed she 'forgot it again' like she usually does just to see you fuss over her. She takes water but she prefers the coffee you pick up for her on a morning because she 'works hard' and 'deserves it'. Your words, not hers.

What was once only empty rooms connected with plasterboard was now transforming into a fully fledged, beautifully renovated home. All Sevika's doing. At first you had your concerns... a single contractor taking on a big project like this? Surely it would be too much work, though Sevika insisted she loved working alone and more personally with her customers.

The minute she met up with you to talk timeliness and payment she knew she would take the job. Offered you prices that were far too low. There was hardly any profit for her though she couldn't care less. As long as she got to be around you, that was payment enough.

"Darlin'? Can you come here a sec?!" Sevika's voice carried through to the living room easily where you sat working from home on the couch. Most of the renovations were done bar the kitchen- which she was working on and the upstairs bathroom.

"Yeah, what's up vika?" Taking in the kitchen you lean against the stripped down door frame. Sevika has built the base of the island in the center and the base of the counters but not put the countertops on them yet.

"Come stand here a sec, darlin'. Just needa check something." Without question you step closer to where she was gesturing to, right by the counter.

"Oh yeah, that's a perfect height for you, ain't it darlin'?" For a moment you stand there completely baffled. Confused as to what she's talking about, even as she easily lifts the white marble slate up onto the countertop. Not one of her muscles were hidden, not when she wore a flimsy, barely there wife pleaser which was almost see-through with sweat...

No. Stop thinking about that she's you're contractor.

"Perfect height for me? For what? Chopping vegetables?"

"No no darlin'... to bend over it."

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In reality, Sevika never thought she'd actually succeed in bending you over and taking you from behind. It was purely a fantasy... until now.

"Jesus christ doll- look at you hm? Takin' it so good darlin', so good..." with every thrust of her hips, Sevika couldn't help grunting and moaning as she buried herself home, deep into your warmth which she knew would feel so fucking good wrapped around her.

"It's so big... oh my god Sevika what the f-fuuuck..." your knuckles were white where you gripped the counter, which was shaking beneath you as you took every brutal intrusion of Sevika's cock. If she didn't have both hands on your hips you're balance would be completely destroyed with one leg hiked up on the countertop to spread you open wide.

"You're takin' it doll. Fuck yeah, you're taking it all atta girl fuck-" either Sevika hadn't had a good fuck in a while or she genuinely has never had pussy like this because she is feral. No matter what you do there's no stopping her, she's going to take you the way she wants too, for however long she wants too.

And not one part of you feels the desire to stop her.

Her hands explore the body she's been eyeing for months, the dip of your waist, the fullness of your hips, hips perfect for birthing children... hopefully hers. The cute rolls on your back which she's almost positive is her favourite thing except being buried deep in your cunt. This was pure heaven.

"Keepin' you doll. Gotta keep you all f' myself. Ain't letting no one else have this pretty pussy- not a fuckin' chance." No words were forming in your brain. Not one. Sevika was so possessive and claiming... you didn't need words to tell her how you felt about it, your unfaithful, unloyal pussy gushed even more telling her exactly how you felt.

A feral, primal noise escapes Sevika, almost hiding the wet squelch of her cock driving into you over and over. With each brutal drive of her hips the tip of her fat cock nudged that spot inside you which had your eyes rolling back, mouth hung open with pleasure.

Disciplined. That's how Sevika described herself- hell she'd waited months to have you like this, bent over and taking her cock like a good girl... though holding back from letting herself finish inside you? No self control. None.

Unable to hold back anymore she forces herself to keep going even as her fat, meaty shaft twitches inside you as she stuffs you impossibly full of her seed, willing you to fall over the edge with her.

And you do.

The warmth that fills your tummy from the inside out has you moaning and wiggling beneath her as your core tightens around her, pulsing and milking every single drop from her. Like your body knows it needs it.

Sure you weren't on birth control, and you definitely weren't thinking about it right this second... but being connected to Sevika forever wouldn't be a bad thing.

Your pussy walls spasm around her and before you can stop yourself, a gush of liquid splashes on her abs and the toy.

“Oh—” she smirks.

“Sev— I didn’t mean to—” you begin but she’s already shushing you with her hand, finger on your lips, then gently caressing your jaw.

“Shhh, pretty. Nothin’ to be embarrassed about. You just squirted.”

Your cheeks flame red. You’re glad you didn’t pee yourself but the concept of all this is so foreign, you’re still very embarrassed. Sevika, however, given her years of more experience than you doesn’t seem fazed at all. Instead, this only fuels her need to fuck you harder.

“Sevika, ohh…” you moan her name, voice cracking from the pleasure as you throw your head back. Your body can’t control itself. Your brain is mushed into a mess. You can’t think. You don’t know what’s happening. All you can register is the constant pumping of her dick in you.

And you love it so much, you’re squirting again. Messier than before.

Your body’s exhausted. You tap at her.

She pauses. “Tired?” You nod. She smiles and pulls you closer, giving you a kiss on your forehead. “You did so well for me, babygirl.” You smile back and let yourself melt in her arms.

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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."

“You’re mine. I fuckin’ hated it when you let those guys fuck you,” Sevika growled, tossing her head back as her fingers touched her sensitive clit.

“Mark me then, asshole. Don’t be leading me on,” you said, curling your fingers and moaning loudly.

“Yeah? You wanna be my bitch so badly?” Sevika asked, her tone cocky but also loving at the same time.

You rolled your eyes, “don’t get so high and mighty, you’re the jealous one.”

Sevika’s smirk widened slightly, “and you’re fingering yourself on Facetime.”

You glared at her. “Fuck you.”

“You’re doin’ that to yourself on my behalf.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Sev.”

mdni | content: g!p Sevika, stalking, panty theft, boot riding, dry humping, oral sex, vaginal squirting and fingering, cunnilingus, rough vaginal sex, praise kink, pet names, coercion, obsessive/possessive behavior, subspace, creepy Sevika (kind of), dacryphilia, dom/sub undertones, age difference (major, twenty years), breeding kink, Pairing: Blue-collar worker! Sevika x barista!reader a/n: apologies I took so long :(, but I am here with this request fic, my favorite so far from Sevika, and I loved writing it !! this is 8.3K words so long sorry :( but have fun reading !!! feel free to send me more requests or fic ideas.

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. 

being sevika's partner is awesome.

she's chivalrous in a way you wouldn't expect. it's all the bells and whistles, opening doors, striding on the side closer to the road on walkways, if an airship's seats are full, she'll stand so you don't have to. she confesses one night after nursing her whiskey a little too long, mumbling at you as you tuck her into bed.

"i ne'er really pegged myself as the type to give a shit about romance, but you make me wanna be soft."

before you can coo lovingly at sevika, she's chuckling. you ask what's so funny.

"heh, pegged."

you swat her shoulder, which makes her laugh harder.

sevika's also the epitome of a provider. she's got a real problem where if you even *look* at something too long, it's yours. maybe not the same day, but she *will* get it for you. you're exceptionally easy to buy for, because she's always attentive.

she's also strong, and tall, and funny in this dry, sarcastic way that makes you often miss the joke for a few minutes because she  says it so bluntly. she's honest, she's fantastic in bed, and she even smells good, like smoke and sandalwood and musk.

the sole issue of being sevika's partner is just how busy she is.

now, that's not that big of an issue. you knew damn well what you were getting into when you started dating the councilwoman sevika. it was actually one of the things that drew you to her. her work ethic, her drive, her determination. as a zaunite yourself, you were no stranger to the conditions and circumstances that the undercity had been plagued by both in the long term and more recent memory. how could you ever begrudge her work?

well, you didn't. 

besides, sevika makes time for you whenever humanly possible. sevika gives you her schedule every single day down to the minute. you’d be at the academy parked outside those meeting room doors, ready to walk her to her office for a lunch you brought. you're sure to wake up, still tired with the worst morning breath (sevika doesn't mind in the least), to kiss her and send her off. you're awake late with a meal and a drink on the table for when she comes home, and often in your cutest underwear to entice her into eating you instead.

your life, despite sevika's business, is functional, fluid, fulfilled. you can work as much as you want or be a stay at home wife, sevika supports all your passions and endeavours wholeheartedly, and you get cracked multiple times a week.

no amount of planning can make a body bend to a schedule however, and you wake up one morning drenched.

it's that time of month.

no, not the bloody one.

the horny one.

you're ovulating, and your first thought when you gain consciousness is something along the lines of ‘i want sevika to fuck me until she somehow gets me pregnant with her strap.’

that proceeds to be your second thought. and your third. and so on and so forth, until your mind is nothing but horny chanting for sevika to obliterate you. sexily, of course.

she's usually already up, choosing to wake up earlier to have a moment of admiring you like the sap she is. you're sure you can convince her to make a pit stop to pound town before leaving the house.

you roll over, ready to turn up all your charm and seduction to eleven for your big strong sexy woman.

“hey lover, how about we-”

you cut yourself off, because the bed is empty. your horny brain had somehow failed to supply you with the critical loss of warm solid weight beside you.

sevika’s out of the house early. she’s got a big proposal of redirecting some funds to developing zaunite schools that she’s got to pitch to the council tomorrow. she’d already warned you last night that she’d be gone for nearly the whole day. 

‘i’ll make it up to you over the weekend, baby.’

you may be ovulating, but that doesn’t mean you’re selfish. you’re not about to go bother her at work with something so important on the line. you can just do what you did before you met sevika!

except you can’t, because sevika knows your body better than you do. you have one rather uneventful orgasm in the time it would have taken for sevika to give you three. how is it possible that she’s ruined your own body for you?

you go about your day, counting down the minutes until sevika comes home. five minutes feels like an hour, an hour feels like a day, and your brain will not stop supplying you with scenario after scenario of your wife.

sevika behind you fucking you doggy style, her arm around your neck, choking you just a little as she holds you to her chest. her bicep flexes, your breath cuts off for one controlled second, her strap rutting into you until you…

…drop the jar of sauce you’d been absentmindedly inspecting. it shatters on the floor, breaking you out of your stupor. you have to pay for the wasted product, but at least your red face is mistaken for embarrassment over the sauce.

sevika between your legs, your thighs over her shoulders. she’s got her flesh hand supporting the curve of your ass, and the cool metal of her other hand’s fingers splayed over your stomach. she holds you down, stops you from squirming, which you’re doing a lot of considering this is your third orgasm. you whine, hands clawing at the sheets, warning her you’re about to…

… get hit by some little punk on a chemtech hoverboard. the child wooshes past you, startling you badly out of your daydream, making you drop your bag of groceries. 

“watch where you’re going, bro!”

they mock you, giving you the finger as they fly out of view. you realise you’ve wandered into the middle of the street, and you’re getting some weird looks from people on the edges of the road. you quickly scoop up your belongings and hurry home.

sevika getting home. sevika taking her clothes off. sevika in nothing but her boxers. sevika letting you help take off her prosthetic. sevika holding you. sevika kissing you, her labret cool compared to your hot breaths. sevika pushing you against the wall, her knee between your legs, grinding up just right. sevika whispering in your ear…

“hey, doll. is that supposed to smell burnt?”

you’re not pinned to the wall. you’re behind the stove, getting lost in your thoughts again. the sauce is bubbling, teeny bits of char arising when you push it around again. what’s worse is you didn’t even hear sevika come in, far too preoccupied with conjuring fantasies of her. you kill the heat and turn to her, smiling.

“no, but i’m sure it’s fine. how was work?”

this is all pretense. you’re desperately hoping she says that she was so busy all day and she could really blow off some steam. instead, you get an apologetic quirk of her dark lips.

“kinda shit. didn’t get everything done. i’m gonna have to stay up late to get this proposal finalised. that okay?”

no! it’s not! you need her carnally right this instant!

is what you want to say. but you have decorum. so you don’t.

“of course not, i know how important this is to you. let me fix you dinner.”

you scoop a large serving of noodles and sauce into a bowl, and send her off with steaming, slightly burnt food, and a kiss on the cheek.

you try to entertain yourself, you really do. still, you poke into sevika’s office every half hour.

“how’s it going?” “good.” “do you think you’ll be done soon?” “maybe. i’m not sure yet, baby.” “you might need a break, you’ve been working really hard all day…” “i’ll take a break in a bit, don’t worry about me.”

you feel like you’re going insane, clawing at the walls of your own brain with need. sevika’s getting a tad annoyed with your constant check-ins, you can tell, but she’s got her little reading glasses on, and she’s got such a severe ‘i’m working’ face that makes you crazy, and you just can't take it anymore.

“sevika.”

there’s something in your tone that makes sevika look up properly when you next appear in the doorway. you stare her dead in the eyes.

“i need you to fuck me immediately or i’ll literally die.”

she’s quiet for a long moment, before she gives you a lazy little smirk as she takes her glasses off.

“you’ll literally die? bit dramatic of you.” “not dramatic enough! i dropped the stupid sauce in the store and i nearly got hit by a hoverboarder and it didn’t even matter because i still burnt the sauce-” “it tasted fine.” “that’s not the point! the point is i literally can’t function until you take care of me! i’ve been thinking of you all day, so please make me cum my brains out just once and i promise i’ll leave you alone for the rest of the evening.”

sevika frowns at that, rotating her chair enough to spread her thighs wide. she pats the muscular plane of her left leg, and you’re moving before you can even process the nonverbal command.

“you’re not a chore, princess, and you don’t gotta leave me alone.”

her tone is warm, rich, immediately making you melt as you perch in her lap, legs straining over her mass to straddle her. she tilts your face up with her hand. she’s taken her prosthetic off for the evening, so she’s holding you up by just your jaw, making you look at her. her innate dominance immediately sends heat to your cunt.

“now, i’m gonna oblige your little request for attention. you gonna behave?”

your head is nodding the second she says ‘you’. 

“go grab the strap, lube too. gonna fuck you right here in my chair.”

like a dog hearing it’s favourite words, you hurry to obey sevika. with a less than graceful manoeuvre, you’re off her broad lap and out of the room. your brain is like a well-oiled and very horny machine. 

outer layer of clothing off, leaving you in nothing but the cute black panties you wore in hopes of this very scenario coming true. drawer, dildo, harness, lube, back to sevika. you don’t even shut the drawer before you’re tearing off back to her office.

the sight that awaits you is nothing short of divine. sevika standing tall, gathering papers at the sides of her desk. she’s gotten her dark brown pants off, now gathered in a heap next to the chair, leaving her in that black wife pleaser that shows off all the muscle of her bicep and a little of her cleavage. her boxers are absent too, giving you an eyeful of the dark brown folds of her cunt and the prominent shape of her large clit.

she’s always so hot when she’s focused, thick brows always drawn slightly from a lifetime of frowning, strong nose that made her side profile so distinct, full lips moving slightly as she subconsciously plays with her labret piercing inside her mouth, silver eyes trained on the task at hand. 

that intense gaze turns to you, and despite the hunger that flickers to life in sevika’s eyes at the sight of you holding the harness and dark purple silicone, you can also see her pupils dilate. she really does love you so much.

“c’mere. you’re so fuckin’ cute, waiting for me all patiently. panties off, hop up on the desk.”

you give her a slightly confused look. why the command to grab the strap if she’s not going to use it right away? before you can even ask, she’s answering.

“’m not skipping foreplay.” “but i’m ready now.” “i bet you are, doll. but how about you oblige me a little?”

that’s sevika’s slick way of getting you to agree to prep. as much as you want her to fuck you without any more preamble, she’s always going to make sure you’re properly ready. she made sure to get a faux cock proportionate to her size, after all. that shit stings without at least a little help.

it’s also sevika’s slick way of getting to eat you out. 

what? she’s nothing if not a munch.

you, of course, oblige her. you shimmy off your underwear, sevika taking the time to pull the harness on with practised precision. no sooner does your bare ass meet cool wood is she sitting down in her chair, pulling it up. 

her hand presses to your stomach lightly, encouraging you to lay back a bit. you prop your elbows up, careful to avoid her very important papers. without any more input, you’re spreading your legs as well, and sevika internally preens a bit at just how well behaved you are for her. her warm, calloused palm slides from your tummy, over your hip and down to your inner thigh, pushing it back just a bit further. 

your cunt is so wet, already shiny with arousal. sevika inhales deeply, groaning at the heady scent, her gaze lidding as it lifts to meet yours.

“aw, she really missed me huh? look, she’s droolin’ for me.”

her thumb brushes the hood of your clit and you make a noise that’s best described as pathetic. it spurs your lover on, and she lowers her head to lick a broad stripe up the full length of your slit. then another, and another, until she’s lapping at you with wild abandon, the bridge of her nose rubbing against your clit as she fucks you with her tongue.

“oh fuck, vika…”

you can barely choke out words, far too busy mewling for her instead. sevika doesn’t seem to mind, more focused on tasting you. 

at some point she throws one of your legs over her left shoulder, and you dig your heel into her back as she turns to sucking your clit instead. her teeth and piercing graze you on occasion, and your hands are definitely mucking up her papers as you try to find purchase on the desk.

“i’m gonna- i’m gonna cum on your face if you don’t stop.”

sevika pulls away just barely at the warning, resting her cheek on your inner thigh. her heavy breaths puff over your cunt, and her chin glistens with your juices.

“you wanna do that, or cum on my strap instead?” “strap. i want you to put a baby in me.”

a sharp bark of laugher fills your ears as sevika grins at you, all teeth and need. 

“i can fuckin’ try. lap, now.”

she pushes back a little from the desk, and you sit up on shaky arms. you slide from the desk back to standing, and then down onto sevika’s lap again. the silicone of her strap rests on your stomach as she wraps her arm under yours to hold your back. you blindly reach for the lube that was somewhere on the desk, and neither you nor sevika register the flutter of paper as you find the bottle. 

you apply a generous squirt to the tip, then spread it down the length. sevika watches you pump the dildo with those lazy silver eyes.

“we gotta get one of those hexstraps. bet your hands would feel as good on me as they look.”

that prospect gets filed away in your mind. right now, you want to ride sevika into next week. you give her your best puppy eyes, and she sighs and lets you rub your hands on her tits over her top to get rid of the sticky lube remains on your hands.

“go on, princess. you’ve earned it.”

you mumble a very whiny ‘thank you’ as you adjust on her lap, lifting your hips and angling the dildo to rub against your folds. sevika’s hand on your back moves down to your ass, encouraging you to sink down. you do, and your forehead meets the skin of where her shoulder meets her neck, as sevika finally stuffs your cunt. 

it doesn’t take long for you to start taking what you want, rolling your hips and shifting up and down to fuck yourself on sevika’s lap. your noises are muffled as you pant into her shoulder like you’re in heat. she doesn’t move, letting you set the pace. her hand simply moves up the curve of your rear as you lift, and then down again with you. 

you keep this up for a while, but as good as this is, you need more. you need sevika to fuck you. you speak up, breathless already.

“vika, please.” “please what? use your words.” “i need you to fuck me properly. please.” “thought you’d never ask.”

and then your breath is punched from your lungs, because she snaps her hips up sharply, driving the blunt head of the strap against your walls in an angle that feels incredible. you quickly devolve into ‘fuck yes’ and ‘harder’ as your hands fist into her top. sevika’s hand on your ass turns to control, driving your hips down harder for you to meet her thrusts.

the office is filled with the wet sounds of the strap pulling out of your creamy cunt, and the slap of skin on skin as you’re seated down on her strap over and over. sevika’s mastery of your body is unparalleled, she hits the perfect spots inside you every time. it’s muscle memory for her.

your movements become uncoordinated as you get closer to orgasm. you’re really just humping sevika while she fucks up into you. she takes this as her sign to lean her head down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. her pace never slows.

“you’re so greedy for this fuckin’ strap. naughty little brat couldn’t wait for me to finish my work, huh?”

you whine at sevika, the dirty talking not quite landing. brat taming is nothing foreign to you two, but right now this just isn’t doing it for you. you feel a little bad in the back of your head that you’re tearing her away from work. she knows your queues and noises like the back of your hand though, and immediately course corrects.

“it’s okay, pretty thing. you’re so good for me, always so good.”

she pauses for a moment to readjust, moving her hand from your back. instead, she reaches for your face, pulling you out of the crook of her neck and making you look at her. her broad fingers squish into the warm flesh of your cheeks as she keeps bouncing you on her strap. your fingers migrate from her top to dig into the corded muscle of her shoulders. sevika’s shoulders, but she doesn’t so much as grunt even as you hang on for dear life.

sevika holds you there, holding your jaw easily in her palm as she forces you to look at her. you hold eye contact despite how badly you want to let your eyes roll back. 

her pace changes. slower but deeper, letting you feel each and every stroke of her strap. 

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect. fallin’ apart for me so pretty, waiting so desperately all day just for me to fuck you. ’m the luckiest woman in all of zaun and piltover.”

you try to protest, try to say ‘nuh uh, that’s me’ but sevika purposely grinds her next thrust against your cervix in a way that isn’t bruising but still wipes your mind. you’re teetering on the edge, thoughts getting mixed up with the desperate need to cum.

“nnnuh…”

she laughs at you, but it’s not mean. she changes her pattern again, ramping up until she’s back to pounding you in earnest.

“poor baby, too close to cummin’ to think straight. rub that clit for me, yeah?, wanna see you finish on my strap.”

one of your hands shakily leaves her shoulder to find your cunt, rubbing tight little circles around your clit. sevika watches you touch yourself for half a second, before looking you in the eye again. 

she draws your face closer to hers. your mouth is slack as your moans escape, and sevika takes it upon herself to kiss you in the filthiest way possible as your orgasm hits you. 

you whimper into sevika’s lips, the noise swallowed by her responding groan, and then her tongue. she licks into your mouth as she slows her hips. you come down from your high, your higher functions kicking back in and allowing you to kiss sevika back. you wrap your arms around her neck, fingers scratching at the baby hairs at her nape.

it’s slow, languid, perfect. when you pull away to breathe, you’re struck by just how beautiful sevika is. she’s sweaty, short hair sticking to her forehead, chest heaving as she catches her breath.

you go to paw at sevika’s thigh, fingertips slipping under the front of the harness. she got you off and you want to return the favour, but she’s ever so gently taking your hand and moving it away from her cunt, holding it instead.

“nah, baby. as much as i wanna have your hands on me, this proposal ain’t gonna finish itself. you can feel me up when i come to bed.”

your brain is blessedly clear now that you’ve been satiated, and you nod and press chaste pecks to the side of sevika’s face. sevika chuckles at you, letting you make your way to her mouth, where you meet in a kiss that’s all love.

“lemme help you out of the strap, and then i’ll let you finish this up. this was more than enough to tide me over until bedtime.” “i love you. an’ i meant it, you’re never a chore to me.” “i know. i love you too.”

sevika’s papers are a little crumpled as she makes her proposal to the council the next day, but mercifully, nobody asks why.

i need to start a blog to like all my transformers shit and post my fanfics for that too bc its cluttering this feed >< anyways idk when my next post will be but i hope you guys like this .... mwah mwah have an excellent june everypony !

the question lands like a spark on dry grass. you blink at her, then roll your eyes hard, cheeks burning hot. "seriously? that's the question you're going with? you literally could go with any other question but you chose this.. this.." you trail off as sevika just watches you, one eyebrow raised, waiting. she doesn't laugh it off or change the subject. she just sits there, patient and cocky and definitely knows the answer based on your reaction.

you look away, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "fuck off, sev."

"cmon," she presses, voice smooth and teasing. "we've been best friends for years. you can tell me anything." her tone is light but there's heat underneath it "...or are you too much of a stubborn brat to admit it?"

you huff, refusing to meet her eyes. she asks again, softer this time, and again until the silence stretches and your resistance cracks. finally you mutter, barely above a whisper, "yeah. sometimes. happy now?"

sevika's smirk widens, and oh she grins, but inside her chest is doing somersaults. she's had a crush on you for months, hell, longer -- and hearing you say it out loud makes her pulse race. she leans in a little closer, voice dropping into that flirty drawl she saves for when she wants to get under your skin. "thought so. betcha get reaal wet doing it too huh? picturing these hands on you?" she puts her hands on your waist.

you squirm, trying to hide how turned on you already are. sevika's eyes are dark, locked on you, and she notices the way you keep glancing away. she reaches out, gentle but firm, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "eyes on me, sweetheart. none of that looking away shit."

your breath catches. she's older, bigger, stronger, but there’s nothing rough about the way she holds your gaze -- only that steady, soft dominance that makes you want to melt and fight it at the same time.

"sev…" you start, but she’s already moving, shifting so she’s kneeling between your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs. her hands slide up your thighs, pushing your shorts aside with easy confidence. "been wanting to do this for a while," she murmurs voice husky. she hooks her fingers in the waistband and tugs your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, exposing you to the cool air and her hungry stare.

you're already slick. so freaking wet, and she notices. her grin turns wicked. "oh sweetheart. look at that, all this just from admitting you finger yourself to me?" she spreads your thighs wider, settling in like she belongs there. her tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with one slow deliberate lick that makes your hips jerk. "keep those pretty eyes on me while i eat this pussy."

sevika doesn't rush. she takes her time, licking broad stripes up your slit, circling your clit with the tip of her tongue before sucking it gently between her lips. everytime your gaze starts to drift she stops, nipping at your inner thigh. "eyes. here." her voice vibrates against you, and you force yourself to watch as she devours you. tongue working in firm, wet strokes, nose brushing your mound.

she slips two thick fingers into her mouth first, sucking them slow and obscene, getting them nice and wet with her saliva while she holds eye contact. then she slides them inside you, curling just right as her tongue keeps working your clit. the stretch feels perfect, her fingers thick and skilled, pumping in a steady rhythm that has you gasping.

"fuck sev!!" you whine, one hand fisting and punching the sheets while the other pulls her hair. she hums in approval despite the pain on her scalp, the sound sending vibrations through your core. her free hand grips your hip, holding you down when you try to grind against her face.

sevika pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. "gon' write my name right here," she says, tapping your clit with her tongue. "so ya remember who this pussy belongs to."

she dives back in, tongue tracing the letters of her name across your swollen folds. slow, deliberate strokes spelling out s-e-v-i-k-a♡ against your sensitive skin. each letter makes you shudder, the wet heat of her mouth driving you higher. she doesn’t stop until she’s finished with that stupid heart, then seals her lips around your clit and sucks hard, fingers curling deeper inside you.

your orgasm hits hard, thighs trembling around her head as you moan her name loudly. sevika works you through it, licking softly now, easing off only when your hips stop twitching. she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another to your mound, before crawling up to pull you against her breasts.

"there’s my girl," she murmurs, voice soft and full of praise. her big arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your back in slow circles. "did s'good for me. so fuckin' pretty when you come." she kisses your forehead, your temple, your lips, anywhere she can reach. "you okay? need water? blanket?"

Sitting across from Sevika at the dinner table, there's been maybe a five to ten second pause between each and every glance you shoot her way. Your eyes will rise, settle for a moment on the delicious curve of her nose, then drop again, all while mentally telling yourself the idea is ridiculous and that she'd never think to agree to it.

It's only as you look up again that you see her watching you, her brows sitting low as she juts her chin at you. "What?"

"Nothing," you meekly mutter, your head falling.

Feeling her foot gently nudging yours, you glance up, hearing her say, "tell me,"

"It's nothing, it's stupid,"

"It can't be both, doll. What is it?"

In truth, the idea of grinding against her nose has been on your mind from the very first time she ate you out, your eyes utterly captivated by the way it pressed firm against your clit, her tongue several inches inside of you. You have tried on multiple occasions to slip yourself into just the right position, but it always ended in failure. It's the awkwardness of asking that's kept you from knowing what it would really feel like.

Pushing your food around your plate, you offer a weak shrug. Clearly unhappy by this, Sevika mutters something incoherent beneath her breath before quickly saying, "I can't help if you don't tell me what it is,"

"It's not—" You pause, unsure of how to continue. "There's nothing wrong, it's just an idea I had,"

"And you think it's stupid?"

"I think it's ridiculous," you respond, looking up at her. "I mean, there's no way you'd ever agree to it anyway so,"

Frowning at you, it's obvious by her expression alone that she doesn't intend to let it go so easily. "How can you say that when I don't even know what it is? For all you know, I might agree to it,"

"You won't,"

"Yeah?" She asks, offering an irritated tilt of her head. "Try me,"

"I—" You begin, stammering. "Well, I—"

Really, what do you have to lose?

"I want to grind on your nose," you say, so quietly that you're not even sure if she heard you.

It's her brief, surprised chuckle that tells you she did. "What?"

"I want..." Looking away, you softly mutter, "I want to grind on your nose,"

Silence. For a moment, you have to wonder if she's perhaps judging you, telling herself it's the most idiotic idea to ever come out of your mouth.

Then, offering a deep, heavy sigh, she stands from her chair, pushes her plate aside, and curls a finger at you. "Come here,"

You waste no time in standing, though you are admittedly a little shaky. In truth, you hadn't expected her to agree so easily, and so the dark look overtaking her steel grey eyes is more than enough invitation to draw you closer.

Reaching for your hip, a hand gently grips onto you, manoeuvring your body so that you're positioned against the table, your front to hers. She spends a moment like that, gently running a thumb across your hip, her eyes cast down over you. Then, without so much as a word, she strips down your bottom half, impatiently tugging clothes away until you stand half-dressed. You watch as she sinks, taking her place on her knees with both hands gently cupping the bare skin of your ass. As she exhales, you feel the warm spread of air fan out across you, creating tiny tingles yet to expand.

"Tell me something," she says, her eyelids hooded, "just how many ideas have you had? How many did you deem too ridiculous to share?"

Her voice is low, barely on the cusp of a whisper. As she speaks, there's a slight breathiness to her words, an audible swallow running down her throat. You watch as her lips part, your gaze fixated on the way her tongue dashes through them. It's only as she looks up that you think to speak.

"I think of something new each and every time I look at you,"

Her exhale is warm, long. It's as if years' worth of built-up stress is sinking, falling away from her shoulders with not one word following, telling her she must hold it for a singular moment longer. Comforted by lust, adorned in love, Sevika allows her head to fall, dipping in close enough for the curve of her nose to trace the already damp crease lining your unshaved pussy. Soft hairs brush against her skin, moved aside by the wet slip of her tongue. Ignoring your hole entirely, she pours all her adoring focus into your clit, her teeth just barely grazing along the too-sensitive hood.

Holding back a gasp, your hand moves to her shoulder, trailing up until every finger is tangled in short, dark hair. Digging your nails into her scalp, you draw her closer, silently wishing you had the confidence to beg.

Releasing your clit with a lewd pop, she feels to bare her teeth against you, as though it is truly such a challenge to part from your taste. She tilts her head up, settles the curve of her nose against you, and whispers a soft, "go for it,"

Your hips stutter, having not expected her to give in so suddenly. A frown tugs at your brows, soon followed by a sharp exhale as you push your body forward. Somewhat slick, it becomes easier and easier to glide along her, feeling the hard press of her cartilage as she moves closer. Both hands grip you so tight she's sure to leave indents in your skin, the dig of her nails so intoxicating you can't help but allow your head to weakly drop back.

"So eager," Sevika hums, pulling away for just long enough to flick her tongue across the wetness of your skin. As her nose finds home once more, she laughs against you. "So hungry,"

Your hips stagger, awkwardly rolling just enough to catch yourself on the rounded tip of her nose, breathless gasps escaping you upon every rise and fall. Though the feeling isn't as exciting as you once believed, the act in itself is so insatiably desperate that just picturing the way you look is enough to draw out a moan, your jaw heavy and slack. Were someone to walk in, see just how desperate you are to grind? You truly believe you could come at the thought.

"I— oh,"

Fully pressing herself into you, Sevika flattens her tongue against you, allowing your movements to gradually ease it inside. With every thrust, you feel her move deeper, the bridge of her nose hooked against your clit. With every eager sway of your hips, you can't help but shudder.

"We should do this more often," you breathlessly laugh, gasping as you stutter against her. "It— fuck— feels good,"

As she pulls away, she has the gall to ask, "just good?"

You squirm, your hand pressed into the back of her head. Going against your wishes, she pulls back, pushing all her weight into your palm.

"No, please don't do that," you softly whine. "Please, come back,"

Her grin is accompanied by a soft huff of amused air, her shoulders subtly jumping. "So polite," she says, her hungry eyes glancing from your pussy to your face then back again. "Eager, hungry, polite... you make it difficult to say no, you know that, baby?"

"I'd hope so," you mutter, wriggling.

She hums, the sound low and short. Then, as she stands, she hooks both hands behind your thighs, picks you up, and sets you firmly down on the table, planting both hands on either side of you. With her face within mere inches of yours, it's difficult not to notice the way her pupils expand, coming close to fully overtaking shimmering grey. Your eyes drop to her lips, taking in the uneven edges, the dark colour, the singular piercing settled beneath her bottom lip. Only as they slowly make their way back up do you pull her closer, your hands tightly tangled in her hair, wanting her, needing her to be closer. You ache to crawl within the frame of her body, tighten the cords of her being around you. To be one with her, it is your one and only goal.

"I think I'm obsessed with you," you murmur, frowning like the word just isn't strong enough. Feeling the way her hand begins to cup your bare pussy, you feel urged to whisper, "fixated,"

She says nothing, but it's almost like she doesn't need to. Entwined, you may as well be part of the same person, two pieces of one. As her fingers sink into you, encompassing your warmed flesh, you pull her close enough to kiss.

It's messy. Wet. Longing enough to draw you in, dangle you above need, your entire body overcome with shivers. It feels as though you must grip onto her, hold onto every piece of her. With every flick of her strong fingers, you sink further and further beneath an ocean of appetition, weak enough to fall against her.

"More," you whisper into her neck. "More, please, more,"

"Greedy," she mutters in your ear. "Always needing more than I give,"

"Uh-huh,"

"You want it deeper, too, baby?"

"Mhm,"

Turning her lips fully to you, hot air brushes against your skin. "Tell me properly. Use your words for me,"

"Deeper," you shakily murmur. "Please, go deeper,"

Her chuckle is an addiction, the sound taking the edge off of the world. She is the feeling of ease, the slow movement of understanding. What you want, she will give.

Urging her fingers deeper, she hooks herself against the sponge of your g-spot, quickly thrumming against it. Every hit has you jolting, both hands tightening in her hair. Words are all too quick to escape you, replaced by shocked gasps and cut-off whines. You are pitiful in her arms, needing nothing but to flood her, crave her, taste her. Just the idea of sucking on her engorged clit has you shuddering all over, icy bumps dusting your skin.

"Don't tell me you're close already," she amusedly huffs, slowing her fingers to gentle circular swipes.

"No—" You insist, though your body is quick to betray you. She can tell just by the trembling of your thighs, the sounds that escape your lips. You are within moments of crumbling beneath her touch.

"Don't lie to me, doll, I can feel you. You're fuckin' soaking,"

You know. You can hear it. The wet sloshing, the damp slap of fingers against your skin. She's forced to begin pumping in and out of you simply because she can't get a decent grip anymore. Her thumb continuously slips against your clitoris, eventually abandoning it in favour of fucking you deep. So wet she could slip her entire hand inside of you, you are forced to grip onto her as the dining table shakes, every thrust so strong the legs squeak.

"This pussy is mine, you hear me?" She mutters, her brows low with focus.

"Uh-huh,"

"Who's is it? Huh? Who's this belong to?"

"Fuck, V—"

Without a moment's warning, she stops, her fingers completely still inside of you. Jolting, you whine and gasp, wriggling and squirming on the table.

"Who's is it?" She repeats, her voice low.

"Yours," you breathlessly say.

Immediately throwing you back in, her fingers rapidly fuck in and out of you, come soaking her fingers. You're so wet you can feel the warmth dripping beneath your ass, causing you to slip across the table as she tugs you closer. Every thrust of her fingers is followed by a heavy, agitated grunt, the idea of grinding against her nose now a distant memory.

"Oh— oh—"

"You gonna come for me, baby? Huh?"

Frantically nodding, all you can think to do is grip at her, your hands finding anything they can to latch onto. Her hair, her arms, her shirt, anything and everything you can possibly touch is torn up beneath your nails, your head falling so far back it hurts. You're all too quick to give in to the feeling entirely, falling slack against the table as your feet settle beneath you. Pressing your toes into the table, you eagerly push your hips into the air, giving her the best access she can possibly get to your aching, soaking cunt.

"Please, please, please—"

Her heavy, laboured breathing is all you really need to come, but it doesn't go without the vision of her head between your legs. The idea of clenching your thighs around her, feeling the ghost of her warm tongue running up your slit... you were doomed to squirt before she even set you on this table.

Crying out, you are rendered breathless and tearful, the pleasure hitting you so strongly that it fully knocks the strength from your system. Every wave rushes through you, blood pumping so fiercely your heart is surely within moments of imploding. Heat is pooling, lust is flooding, and you can do nothing but lay here and take.

"That's it, baby," Sevika softly coaxes, riding you through the waves. "Fuck, you look so good like this,"

"I'm— it— oh my god—"

"Breathe," she quietly orders, slowly bringing her fingers to a gradual stop. "That's it."

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