Summary ↝ You have scopophobia, the fear of being perceived. It makes it hard to relax during daily life, but especially during intimacy. Because of this, you always feel like you're 'performing'. When you tell Sevika, she makes it her mission to rid you of this feeling, and she's patient every step of the way.
Content Warning ↝ Smut, Some Fluff, Anxiety, Self-Doubt, Fingering r!receiving, Cunnilingus r!receiving, Slight Breakdown During Intimacy, Praise, Modern AU.
You're sitting on the kitchen island, hands placed on either side of your thighs, and your eyes follow Sevika as she moseys around the kitchen. She is making dinner for the two of you. Usually, you cook because she works a lot and you want her to get a small break, but today she insisted. She flips the steak over and pours the excess butter back on top of it. After a while, she lets it sit and faces you. “Aww, you look so pretty. Just sitting here, waiting patiently.” Sevika coos.
You look down at your thighs and swing your feet a little, hoping her attention gets caught on anything else. Sevika notices this; you do it every time she compliments you. Even when we're in bed facing each other, you’ll move in closer to lie on her chest. At first, she didn’t know why you did it; she assumed it was your way of blushing, but after a while, she noticed how uncomfortable and almost fearful your face became.
You hated it when Sevika complimented you; well, actually, you hated it when she looked at you. Afraid that if her gaze lingered a little too long, she’d see everything you see. All your imperfections, all the things you hated about yourself. “Do you ever feel like you're performing?” You ask, trying to change the topic from your appearance. “Well, what's the context?” Sevika is leaning against the counter directly in front of you. “Umm, I guess in general, but mostly during...” You pause for a second, overanalyzing the words that will come out of your mouth. “Intimacy?”
Sevika tilts her head to the side. The two of you haven’t really been intimate much. Every time you guys get somewhere, your mind overwhelms you, and you can no longer focus on what’s happening but rather on how you look while it's happening. If the faces you're making look weird, or the noises you mewl turn her off. “No, I guess I don’t, sweetface. I think it’ll do more harm if you're pretending the sex is good simply to help out the other person.” Her answer is concise; they always are. You loved that about her; she always had a way with words and spoke in a way that never offended you.
“Do you feel like you’re performing?” She asks while taking the steak off the pan and plating it beautifully. You don’t want her to think she’s not doing a good job, but you also don’t want to lie to her. After you're silent for a beat too long, Sev steps forward and tilts your head up softly by your chin. “I’m going to assume that’s a yes, but can I ask why you feel like you have to perform?”
Your hands are fiddling, and your nerves are spiking under the intense surveillance of Sevika’s gaze. “I just don’t want you to think I look weird, or like get turned off if I’m just freely making noises. Sevika removes her hand from your chin because she can feel you shrinking into yourself. “I actually would prefer that. I’d love to see all the contortions your body makes when you’re feeling good. If anything, it turns me on, not off.” You meet her gaze again, searching for sincerity. When it's there, you can’t help the small smile creeping on your face, “Really? Are you only saying that to make me feel better, or because it’s true?” You ask, needing just a little more reassurance to let your mind ease up.
“Trust me, I live for the way your eyes flutter when I'm rubbing you just right, or the little whimpers you let out when you simply can’t hold them in. It’s probably my favorite part of the whole ordeal.” Your heart warms at her answer, “I just wish I could relax and not have my mind racing the whole time.” Sevika hates that you feel like this. She wants nothing more than your comfort. Once the plates were made, she put glass display lids over them and washes her hands. You look at her, confused: “I thought we were going to eat?” She laughs at your adorable expression.
“We will, baby. Let's go to the room first, yeah? You nod, hopping off the island and walking behind her. You weren’t stupid; you knew why she wanted to go to the room, but boy, were you nervous. She sits on the bed and pats the spot next to her, “Sit.” You comply. “What makes you the most anxious during intimacy? Is it just me looking at you?”
It wasn’t only her looking at you; it was her perceiving you, taking in all the twists and turns of your body, and all the marks on your skin, nicks from shaving, and the scattered burns from all your failed kitchen expeditions. “I guess, but it’s not only that; I’m scared that if you look at me too long, you won’t think I'm pretty anymore.” Sevika's eyes lower in sadness at your explanation, hating how lowly you think of your appearance.
“Oh, baby, that’s impossible. I stare at you every chance I get, and I swear you get prettier every time.” You just lean your head on her shoulder, unsure of what to say besides the classic, “Thanks. “You know what? How about we try something to slowly ease you into it? How about you keep your eyes closed just for now until I tell you otherwise? You look up at her nod, not wanting to be difficult and also so badly wanting to feel good without the constant self-deprecation. “Okay, I can try that,” you say.
“C’mere,” She says while lifting you so you're straddling a single one of her thighs. “This okay, pretty baby?” Her ears hang on to your words, wanting you to be completely comfortable before starting. “Yeah,” you exhale a shaky breath, just hoping it works. She leans in, meeting your lips with delicacy. You always close your eyes during kissing, so this part wasn’t too abnormal. You are slowly letting her wash you away, focusing on the way her tongue swirls against yours and the sounds it makes while they move against one another.
“You let me know if it gets too much,” She says into your mouth. “Mhm,” You say, trying not to lose focus. Her hands find your hips, and they just sit there for a while. Sevika never does anything suddenly, always making sure to take her time with you. She’d hate it if she did something that made you feel uncomfortable, so she always gave you time to protest before making any moves. Once you don’t say anything, she slowly runs her hands up and down your middle, applying pressure and pulling you closer.
You want to moan when your clit drags just briefly against her thigh, but you hold it, a sigh in place of it. She moves from your lips to place kisses on your chin, then down your neck, “Good?” She asks while light kisses bloom across your skin. You take a deep breath before answering, scared to stutter, but the feeling makes it hard. “Yes.” A breathy answer falls from your lips, and Sevika groans when she hears it.
You clench at the noise she makes right under your ears. She parts her lips to suck at the flesh, lightly taking her time and searching around to find a spot that makes you react. She knows she’s in the right area when she finally hears it. You whimpered when her tongue slid past the perfect location. She pulled the skin between her teeth and bit down. You were holding her waist, needing something to brace against.
You squeeze her a little when the bite is soothed with her tongue, and light sucks. “How you doing, baby?” Sev asks, voice laced with need, but today wasn’t about her. It was about making you feel good. “I’m –Okay,” You answer, breaking up a little when her hands pull your hips forward once again.
Sevika is no longer kissing your neck; she is looking at you. Your eyes are closed, your mouth parted, and your tongue is rubbing along your lower lip every time she presses you down a little too eagerly. Even with your eyes closed, her halted movements on your neck make you feel like she’s watching you. So you lean into the crook of her neck, hiding your face in it. Sevika is a little sad that she can’t see your pretty face anymore, but if hiding makes you more comfortable, she won't take that from you.
She starts picking up the pace, dragging your slit along her thighs repeatedly. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, but when one of her hands leaves your hips and slips under your shirt to graze your nipple. The control you once had slips. “Fuck” You mutter, so low she’d miss it if you weren’t right near her ear. This makes Sevika’s eyes flutter, and her eyebrows push together. She rarely hears you moan, let alone speak, so when you do, it drives her insane. “Good job, pretty, you're doing so well.” The praise soothes you before your mind begins to race.
She’s rubbing soothing circles on your nipples; your soul is slowly merging with hers, letting her take control over you. Even if it’s just for a second. “More. Please.” You know she’s waiting for you to get comfortable before changing her actions, so you take the initiative and ask. “Hands up,” She instructs. She pulls the shirt off your head along with your pants, leaving you in your bra and panties.
Sevika follows after, not wanting you to feel more exposed than she was. You decide to remove your panties yourself, your need helping a little with your confidence. Sevika lifts an eyebrow when she sees you taking them off. Internally, her heart swells, but she won't make it a big deal because she knows you'll shrink back into yourself. Your bare cunt is sopping on her thigh. The lack of a barrier intensifies the feeling. You're back in the crook of her neck and whimpering lightly at every glide. You start sucking on Sevika’s neck to hide your sounds, and this causes her own to slip out.
“Mm, so perfect.” Her praise makes you bite down on her, taking any chance you have to collide with her. “Lie back for me,” Her breathy tone commands. You move towards the headboard and lie flat on your back while she comes over to straddle you. She’s kissing you again, and her flesh hand lazily explores your body, stopping at your slit, and taking her time sliding her fingers up and down.
You squirm a little, hating how she always takes a while to get to it, but you won’t say anything because begging is simply humiliating in your mind. Sev never made you beg or made you double down when you asked for more. She knew you hated feeling inferior, even if it was something as simple as this. She’s kissing down your neck, then your stomach, finding her way down your hips. “Wait,” you squirm. She pauses, immediately removing her lips from your skin, and looks back at you sitting on her knees with a careful gaze. “Umm, I know this is dramatic, but,”
You're cut off by her reassurance, “When you need something, you don’t have to diminish how you feel. I don't think whatever you’re about to say is dramatic. I just want you to be comfortable.” You smile lightly and continue, “Can I put a pillow on my face when you’re, um, down there?” You ask, wishing the bed would open up and swallow you whole. In hindsight, it wasn’t that embarrassing of an ask, but everything you did left anxious residue all over your insides.
“We can do that, but you have to promise me you won’t cover your mouth with it. You can put it in front of your face, but I need to hear your responses when I’m checking in on you.” You nod in relief that she was so understanding of your request: “Okay, I won’t cover it.” You grab the pillow to your right and place it on your chest; you can no longer see Sevika’s gaze on you, just her frame every once in a while.
She returns to your slit carefully. “Still good?” She asks, and when you reassure her, she slips her thick middle finger into you. You pant a little, trying your best not to let out icky noises. She pumps you very slowly, her finger showing no sign of struggle because of how wet you are. “Baby, you’re soaking. All this for me?” She asks, a little amused and so badly wishing she could see the screw on your face as she enters and exits.
Sevika will make it her mission to get you comfortable enough to freely exist during intimacy. Honestly, in general, she notices how you always shy away from eye contact or how you wait for her to speak when you guys are in public. You never choose anything, always saying ‘It’s up to you’ or ‘I don’t mind what we do.’ At first, she thought it was just you being nice, but after multiple conversations and observations, she realized you are fearful in almost everything you do. You scan all the scenarios before you speak, and you hate being in charge because you don’t want the other person to judge your options. You hated being looked at because you couldn’t read the mind of the watcher.
Your anxiety controls every decision you make, and your scopophobia kills your ability to properly enjoy anything that isn’t done in solitude. She signed you up for one-on-one therapy, and after you started getting comfortable with that, she suggested group therapy. You’ve only been going for a month, 1 session a week. Sevika can see it works just slightly. Very happy and hopeful of what the future has in store. Every other week, she asks you to choose where to go out and what you want to eat. At first, it was hard. You hated feeling put on the spot, but now you expected it, so you came prepared with lists and dates.
Sure, it wasn’t that big of a decision to others, but to you, it meant the world. “Sev.” Your voice pulls her out of her thoughts. Your legs are closing in on themselves, and she uses one of her hands to hold your thighs open. Her mouth comes on you. And you yelp when you feel it. Your hands are gripping the pillow, and you mindlessly use it to cover your mouth. “Baby?” When you don’t answer, she pulls out of you and lifts her mouth. You peek from behind the pillow. “Why’d you stop?” Sevika almost laughs at the frustration in your voice, but she needs to know if you are alright before continuing. “You stopped responding.” You exhale a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Realizing you were holding the pillow to your mouth, and you simply didn't hear her under the sounds of your arousal, you apologize. “M’sorry,” You say, hiding your face. She chuckles a little, “It’s okay, sweetface, I’m just checking.” She dips back down, continuing her torture on your clit with her tongue and her middle finger that pumps you perfectly.
A second finger joins in, and you're a squirmy mess. She has to hold your hips so she can eat you with precision, but you tense when you feel her. ‘Am I moving too much?’ Your mind starts racing, and before you know it, the knot in your core has dispersed. Sev notices you aren’t squirming anymore, and you're not clenching around her fingers. When she peeks past the pillow, she sees you staring at the ceiling with a worried expression on your face. “Princess?” She carefully calls out.
Your eyes find hers, and your lip wobbles slightly when they meet. “I know I’m ruining this for you; I know I was moving a lot; I know–” You begin listing all the things you think you did wrong. Sevika moves the pillows and pulls you on her lap. “Breathe, baby. Deep breaths for me.” Your head is on her chest, and she’s stroking your hair while you fight back tears. You take a shaky exhale. “I don’t know why I can’t focus.” There is shame wrapped in your tone.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry you have to feel like this. I know it’s hard when you’re constantly worried about how you’re being perceived.” You’re blinking rapidly, trying your hardest to keep your tears at bay. “Truth be told, I love how squirmy you get. It lets me know I’m doing a good job, that I’m making you feel so good it’s hard to stay still.” She laughs lightly. I mean, you do get really squirmy when it feels especially good. “If it were me getting all squirmy, would that ruin your experience?”
“No, I like it. I like when you squeeze me too,” you giggle before continuing, “Oh, and when you groan, my gosh, I feel like I could cum just listening to you.” You say, amused. Nerves settling. “So why do you think I’m judging you? It feels the same way to me as it does to you. I love your little reactions, and when you're unable to hold back. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You also know I'm no stranger to confrontation. I will always tell you if there is something I don’t like.” You feel better after her words.
“What about the noises?” You ask, “Your sounds? Fuckkkk,” She drags out comedically. Her metal hand soothes your back while her flesh hand holds your hand. “I love them; they're so encouraging; it makes me wanna stay there forever.” You laugh at her response, relief filling your anatomy. “Okay,” You pause, wondering how you should ask her to continue, but she notices the gears in your head turning and pulls your chin to face her. “Don’t think, just ask. What is it that you wanna say?”
You breathe in and out. “Would you maybe wanna continue?” You say, feeling a little brave at her words. “Only if you’re comfortable with it, I won't be mad if you want to stop completely.” You shake your head and lean up to kiss her lips. “I wanna keep going,” You say when you break away, returning to kiss her, licking her lower lip, begging for her tongue to dance with yours. Her hands find your hips, and she smiles into the kiss, teeth hitting slightly against yours. “Umm, this time, I wanna try without the pillow. I think if I get too comfortable with it, I won't be able to ever stop using it.” Sevika smiles at that, loving your newfound bravery, “Are you sure?” She asks once. When you answer, she lays you back to your previous position and kisses you swiftly.
Her kisses trail back down to your slit. She doesn’t tease, so you don’t think about it for too long, scared your anxiety will come creeping in again. Her tongue finds your clit and swirls the perimeter of your hood. Your hips push up a little, needing more. Once she latches onto it, you moan. It makes Sev's legs clench. “Sounds so good,” She says into you. You love praise, and Sevika can tell when you get wetter at her words. Her fingers enter you again, one at a time incase the little break you took causes some resistance. She curls them perfectly, making you curse, “Fuck, that's– that's really good.” You breathe.
Every noise you make leaves Sevika moaning against you. You look down at her. Her eyes are closed half because she wants you to be comfortable, and half because she’s having the time of her life between her legs. When you see no sign of her getting the ick from your squirms and noises, you lean back onto the mattress, letting the sensation drink you in.
The knot in your core comes back full speed. Your mind is fuzzy, and every time you want to overthink, you remember her words just minutes before. “I think– I think I’m close.” You’ve never been able to cum under someone else's manipulation simply because your mind wouldn’t let you relax into it. Today was different. You don’t feel an overwhelming urge to stop because of how long you’re taking. “Breathe,” Sevika says. You do, but they quickly turn into pants. Your chest rising and falling, Sevika peeks at you. Your mouth is agape, and your hands are on her head. Your hips push into her.
You're unintentionally riding her tongue, and she loves it. Sevika has to do her own breathing techniques, the sight becoming overwhelming to her. Her moans are sending the vibrations straight to your core. “Gonna– I can’t hold–” You're blabbering. “Let it out for me,” She encourages. Your thighs close around her head, and your hands are gripping her gray strands. You let out a prolonged moan, and your body tenses. You drop back down to the bed and become one with the mattress.
You're catching your breath, and before you realize it, Sevika has placed you on her lap. Shushing you lovingly, helping you come down from your high. “You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you. You make a noise in acknowledgement, trying to find words but struggling because of your bliss. Sevika laughs, finding you adorable. She places a kiss on your forehead and sits with you for as long as you need. “I love you,” you say, pushing closer to her chest, “I love you more. Let's go eat dinner, yeah?” You smile, the steak waiting for you brings a growl to your stomach. The two of you laugh at the noise. “I think we better hurry.” You laugh.
Author's Note ↝ I'd eat Sevika for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, too bad she's not real :(
had my final class of the semester today and i JUST figured out that i have a huge crush on my prof. im currently finishing a paper for another class thats due tonight and im literally getting distracted thinking abt her😫😫😫
⠀⠀one look at sevika’s hands is all it takes for the quiet night in your shared apartment to unravel. she catches you staring, makes you admit what you want, then teaches you exactly what happens when you get needy for her attention. 12k
Your apartment is warm in that lazy, after-midnight way, the kind of warmth that clings to bare skin and makes every little movement feel slower than it should. The windows are cracked open just enough to let the city noise bleed in, distant voices and passing engines mixing with the low hum of the old fan in the corner.
Sevika is sprawled on the couch like she owns the whole room, one arm thrown over the back of it, her bare chest rising and falling with easy breaths. She’s only wearing a pair of dark boxers, loose around her hips, her strong thighs spread in a way that makes it impossible not to look.
Her boobs sit heavy and bare, soft in a way that feels almost unfair against the hard lines of her body, and every time she shifts, your attention catches there before you can stop it.
You’re standing near the kitchen counter in one of her oversized shirts, the hem brushing high on your thighs, with nothing underneath except your own nerves and the heat building between your legs.
It should feel casual, domestic even, but Sevika looks like temptation made flesh, and you already know you’re in trouble.
She’s drinking from a short glass, something amber and sharp, ice clicking softly every time she moves her wrist. That’s where your eyes keep going, not to the drink, not even to her mouth at first, but to her hand curled around the glass.
Her fingers are thick, scarred, steady, the kind of hands that look like they know exactly how to hold someone down without even trying. Every time she flexes them, your stomach tightens like she’s touching you from across the room.
You try to focus on anything else, the flicker of the lamp, the mess of blankets on the couch, the shirt slipping down one shoulder, but it’s useless. Your thighs press together before you realise you’re doing it, seeking pressure, seeking relief, because the sight of her hand alone has made your pussy ache.
It’s humiliating how fast it happens, that warm, wet pull low in your belly, your body reacting like Sevika has already dragged those fingers over you.
She doesn’t notice at first, or at least she lets you believe she doesn’t. Sevika takes another slow sip, eyes half-lidded, watching the glass instead of you like she isn’t the reason you can barely stand still.
The fan pushes a strand of your hair against your cheek, and you brush it away too quickly, too restless, shifting your weight from one bare foot to the other. Her gaze flicks up then, brief and dark, catching the movement before dropping back to her hand.
She rolls the glass between her fingers, slow and deliberate, and your breath catches so quietly you hope she doesn’t hear it. Of course she hears it, because Sevika hears everything when it matters. The corner of her mouth twitches, barely there, and that tiny almost-smirk makes your pussy throb harder than before.
You pretend to busy yourself with the counter, turning away like there’s anything left to clean in the kitchen. There isn’t, and you both know it, but you need somewhere to put your hands before they give you away.
The shirt rides up when you reach for a cup you don’t even want, cool air brushing the backs of your thighs and reminding you exactly how little you’re wearing. Behind you, Sevika’s silence changes shape, growing heavier, more aware, the kind of quiet that settles over your shoulders like a hand.
You hear the glass touch the coffee table, soft but final. Then comes the slow creak of the couch as she leans forward, and your heart kicks hard against your ribs. You don’t turn around, because turning around means admitting you know she caught you.
“Come here,” Sevika says, and it isn’t loud, but it lands like an order. Your body listens before your pride does, your feet carrying you toward her while your face burns and your thighs feel unsteady.
She stays seated, looking up at you with that lazy, dangerous patience, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands hanging loose between them.
You try not to look again, but your eyes betray you immediately, dropping to her fingers like you’re starving. Sevika catches it, of course she does, and this time her smirk shows properly.
“That what’s got you acting stupid?” she asks, lifting one hand just enough for you to see the slow curl of her fingers. The question makes heat rush through you so sharply that your pussy clenches around nothing, slick and needy beneath the stolen shirt.
You open your mouth, but nothing useful comes out, only a breath that sounds too close to a whine. Sevika reaches for you then, her hand closing around your wrist with firm, easy control, and the contact sends a shiver straight through you.
She pulls you down onto her lap like you weigh nothing, settling you over one of her thighs, her bare skin hot against yours. The shirt bunches high around your hips, and you feel the rough drag of her boxers beneath you, feel how exposed you are even before she looks.
Her hand slides to your waist, holding you still, while the other cups your chin and tilts your face toward hers. “Couldn’t stop staring,” she says, voice low enough to make your whole body go soft. “If you want my fingers that badly, sweetheart, you’re gonna earn them first.”
Sevika doesn’t move right away, and somehow that’s worse than if she’d touched you immediately. She just holds you there, settled on her lap with your thighs spread around one of hers, watching the way your breathing turns shallow.
Her hand stays on your waist, heavy and possessive, thumb dragging lazy circles through the thin fabric of her shirt. You can feel yourself getting wetter from the pressure alone, your pussy pressed against the firm muscle of her thigh with only the rough cotton of her boxers between you.
Every tiny shift makes your hips twitch, makes your body betray you, and Sevika notices every single time. Her eyes drop to where you’re trembling over her, dark and smug, like she’s already won. “Needy little thing,” she says, soft enough to sound almost fond, mean enough to make you ache.
You try to hide your face against her shoulder, but Sevika catches your jaw before you can. Her fingers press into your cheeks, not hard enough to hurt, just firm enough to remind you who’s in charge. “No,” she tells you, voice rough and low. “You wanted to stare, so now you’re gonna look at me.”
Your lashes flutter, and your hands find her shoulders, fingers curling against warm skin while you force yourself to hold her gaze. Her bare chest brushes yours every time you breathe, her boobs soft against the front of the oversized shirt, and the intimacy of it makes you feel even more exposed. Sevika’s smirk widens when your hips give another helpless little grind against her thigh.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, her hand sliding from your waist to your hip. She doesn’t guide you yet, doesn’t give you enough to really chase, just lets her palm rest there while you suffer with wanting. You swallow hard, your body hot all over, your pussy slick and throbbing from the barely-there friction.
The shirt has ridden up so high that she can see everything now, and the way her eyes sharpen makes your stomach flip. “Look at you,” she says, gaze dragging down between your thighs. “All that from watching my hands?” You whimper before you can stop yourself, and Sevika’s fingers flex against your hip like the sound pleases her.
She finally grips you properly then, both hands settling on your hips with that steady strength you couldn’t stop staring at. The first pull is slow, dragging you forward over her thigh until your breath breaks in your throat.
Pleasure sparks low and sharp, your clit catching against the fabric, your wetness smearing warm between you and her. Sevika watches your face the entire time, jaw set, eyes heavy, like she wants to memorize exactly how ruined you look from so little.
Then she pulls you back just as slowly, making you feel every inch of pressure. Your nails dig into her shoulders, and she huffs a quiet laugh. “Earn it,” she says again, rougher this time. “Use my thigh first.”
You try to move on your own, but your rhythm falls apart almost immediately. You’re too worked up, too embarrassed, too sensitive from being watched so closely, and Sevika doesn’t let you hide from any of it.
Her hands tighten, taking over without warning, forcing your hips into a slow, cruel grind that makes your mouth fall open. The pressure is perfect, too much and not enough all at once, making your pussy clench and drip while your thighs shake around hers.
“There she is,” Sevika says, voice thick with satisfaction. “Knew you could be good when you wanted something.” The praise hits you almost as hard as her grip does, making heat bloom under your skin until you’re clinging to her like you might fall apart.
You can feel the flex of her fingers every time she drags you down harder, and the thought that this is what started all of it makes you dizzy.
“Sevika,” you gasp, her name breaking into something desperate halfway out of your mouth. She leans in, not kissing you yet, just letting her mouth hover near yours while you struggle to keep your eyes open.
“What?” she asks, like she doesn’t already know. You whine, hips chasing the grind even when her hands pause just to make you suffer. Sevika clicks her tongue, amused and cruel, then brushes her thumb over your lower lip.
“Use your words.” Your whole body burns, your pussy aching so badly you can barely think past the empty need curling inside you. “Please,” you breathe, and Sevika’s smile turns sharp.
“Please what?” Her thumb slips into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, and you suck around it without being told. Sevika’s eyes go darker at that, her throat working as she watches you turn obedient so quickly.
Her other hand slides lower, fingertips tracing along your inner thigh, close enough to make you tremble but still not where you need her. You try to spread wider for her, but she stops you with a single look.
“Greedy,” she says, though her voice has gone rough in a way that tells you she likes it. Her thumb pulls from your mouth, wet and shining, and she drags it down your chin before gripping you again. “Say you earned it.”
You don’t answer fast enough, not with words, because the second her thumb leaves your lip, your body leans after it like you can’t help yourself. Sevika notices immediately, of course she does, her eyes narrowing with that slow, entertained cruelty that makes your stomach fold in on itself.
You catch her wrist with both hands before you even think better of it, fingers wrapping around her much stronger forearm as you try to pull her thumb back toward your mouth. The movement is needy, shameless, so obvious that heat rushes up your neck the moment you realize what you’ve done.
Sevika lets you get close, lets your lips brush the pad of her thumb, then stops just short of giving it to you. “Look at that,” she says, voice low and rough, her thigh flexing under you just enough to make your hips stutter. “Didn’t even ask.”
Your lips part anyway, breath hot against her skin, tongue peeking out to taste the damp trail you left there before. Sevika’s gaze drops to your mouth, and for one second her expression slips, something hungry cutting through all that patience.
Then her fingers tighten around your jaw, holding you still, making you feel the full weight of being caught wanting. “You that desperate for something in your mouth?” she asks, and the way she says it makes your pussy clench hard against her thigh.
You try to nod, but her grip keeps you in place, forcing a small, broken sound out of you instead. The noise seems to please her, because her thumb finally presses against your lower lip again, slow and firm. “Open.”
You do, immediately, too quickly to pretend you have any pride left. Sevika’s thumb slides onto your tongue, and you close your lips around it with a soft, grateful little whine that makes her breathe out through her nose.
Her thumb is thick and warm in your mouth, still faintly tasting of you, and the thought alone makes your hips roll down harder. She watches the way your cheeks hollow slightly when you suck, watches your lashes flutter, watches your hands cling to her wrist like she might take it away again.
“There you go,” she murmurs, almost approving, though her other hand grips your hip hard enough to keep you grinding exactly how she wants. The praise melts through you, syrupy and hot, until your whole body feels too soft to hold itself up. You keep your mouth around her thumb like it’s the only thing keeping you from begging.
Sevika starts moving you again, guiding your hips in a slow, punishing rhythm over her thigh. The friction catches your clit through the damp mess you’ve made on her boxers, each drag sending pleasure up your spine until your breathing turns ragged around her thumb.
Your spit gathers at the corner of your mouth, messy and humiliating, but Sevika only looks more satisfied. She presses her thumb down against your tongue, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel owned by the shape of her hand.
“Good girl,” she says, and the words make you shake so badly she has to hold you tighter. Your pussy is wet enough that every grind sounds obscene in the quiet apartment, slick heat dragging against fabric and skin while you tremble in her lap. Sevika hears it too, her eyes flicking down with a low, pleased hum.
You try to chase more, rocking faster, but Sevika’s hand clamps down on your hip and stops you instantly. The sudden stillness tears a whine out of you, muffled around her thumb, your brows pinching in desperate frustration.
“No,” she says, calm as anything, like your thighs aren’t shaking around hers. “You don’t get greedy unless I tell you to.” You whimper again, softer this time, and she tilts her head like she’s considering whether you’ve earned any mercy at all. Her thumb slips from your mouth with a wet little sound, dragging over your lip before she cups your face. “Tell me what you want.”
Your answer comes out shaky and ruined, barely more than a breath. “Your fingers.” Sevika’s expression sharpens, her grip on your face turning almost tender for one dangerous second.
“Yeah?” she asks, thumb brushing over your spit-slick lip while her other hand slides under the shirt and finds your bare hip.
You nod fast, too fast, your hands moving to her shoulders as your body aches around the empty need between your thighs. “Please, Sevika,” you say, voice breaking on her name. “I earned them.”
For a moment, she just looks at you, all dark eyes and bare skin and that smug, devastating mouth. Then her hand leaves your face and trails slowly down your throat, over the front of the shirt, lower and lower until your breath catches.
She pushes the hem up with almost insulting patience, exposing you fully in her lap while her gaze drops between your thighs. “Fuck,” she mutters, quieter than before, the first crack in her control all night.
Her fingers skim through the slick heat of your pussy, barely touching, but it’s enough to make your whole body jerk. Sevika smiles when you gasp. “All this because of my hands?” she asks, dragging two fingers through your wetness again, slow and deliberate. “Sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought.”
Sevika’s eyes stay locked between your thighs for one long second, watching the mess you’ve made of yourself like it’s something she earned by patience alone. Her fingers are still slick with you, shining under the low light of the apartment, and when she lifts them, your stomach twists at the sight.
She doesn’t put them in your mouth this time, doesn’t let you chase them, just holds them up between you like a reminder of how badly you’ve already given yourself away. “Shirt off,” she orders, voice rougher now, stripped of some of that lazy control.
“Want to see all of you when I make you beg.” Your hands shake as you grab the hem, pulling it up over your head, and Sevika’s gaze drags over every inch of newly exposed skin like she’s deciding where to ruin you first.
The second the shirt hits the floor, her breath changes. It’s small, almost hidden, but you’re close enough to hear it, that low inhale caught somewhere behind her teeth when she sees your bare chest.
Her hand settles on your waist again, fingers digging in just enough to make you arch without meaning to. “Look at you,” she mutters, eyes dark and heavy as they lift to your face.
“Walking around my apartment with nothing under my shirt, staring at my hands like you weren’t asking for this.” Her slick fingers trail up your stomach, leaving a warm, wet path over your skin. “Dirty thing,” she says, almost fondly. “You wanted me to notice.”
You don’t get the chance to answer before those wet fingers find your nipple. Sevika pinches it between her thumb and forefinger, slow at first, watching your mouth fall open as the slick touch turns the sensation sharper, filthier. She rolls it between her fingers, firm and deliberate, and the pleasure shoots straight down to your pussy, making your hips jolt against her thigh.
“There it is,” she says, her voice dropping when she feels you grind down without permission. “Can’t even handle me touching your tits without soaking yourself more.”
Her other hand cups your boob, rough palm warm against the soft weight of it, squeezing until you gasp. “You’re gonna sit there and take it, yeah? Gonna be good for me now?”
You nod so fast it’s embarrassing, but Sevika only clicks her tongue. “Words,” she says, pinching harder just to make you whimper. “I want to hear that pretty mouth when you’re not begging for my thumb.” Your breath shudders out of you, your hands clutching at her shoulders as your nipples tighten under her touch.
“I’ll be good,” you manage, voice thin and shaky. Sevika hums, pleased but not satisfied, rolling your nipple again with those wet fingers until your back arches into her hand. “Yeah, you will,” she murmurs. “Because you know I’ll make you wait all night if you start acting spoiled.”
Then her mouth is on you, hot and sudden, and every thought in your head blanks out. Sevika drags her tongue over your nipple first, slow and dirty, tasting the slick she smeared there before closing her lips around it.
The suck is hard enough to make you cry out, your hips bucking helplessly, and she laughs against your skin like the sound is exactly what she wanted. Her teeth graze next, sharp and careful, then bite down just enough to make pleasure spark bright and mean through your chest.
“Fuck, you sound pretty like that,” she says, mouth still brushing your boob as she talks. “Should’ve had you on my lap sooner.” She sucks again, rougher this time, and your fingers slide into her hair because you need something to hold on to.
Sevika groans when you tug, the sound low and hungry, vibrating against your chest. That’s when you feel it, the way her thigh tenses under you, the way her hips shift beneath your weight like she’s not as unaffected as she’s pretending to be.
Her eyes are darker when she looks up at you, lips wet, breath warm against your spit-slick nipple. “Don’t think I’m not worked up too,” she says, voice gravelly now.
“Been sitting here watching you squirm in my shirt, pretending you weren’t dripping all over yourself because of my hand.” Her palm slides down your spine, dragging you closer until your bare chest presses against her mouth again. “You make it real fucking hard to be patient.”
She switches to your other boob without warning, squeezing one while her mouth latches onto the other. Her slick fingers return to your nipple, pinching and rolling while her tongue circles the opposite one, making your body split between sensations until you’re shaking over her. Every suck, every bite, every dirty little hum from her mouth makes your pussy pulse against her thigh.
“That’s it,” Sevika says, pulling back just enough to talk while her thumb flicks over your nipple. “Grind on me while I play with these pretty tits.” Her gaze drops to the way your hips move, slow and desperate, smearing wetness over her boxers. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re making a mess of me.”
You try to apologize, but it comes out broken, barely a word at all. Sevika laughs, not kind, not cruel, just dark and pleased, then bites the soft curve of your boob hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t apologize,” she says, licking over the bite after.
“I like seeing what I do to you.” Her fingers slide down your stomach for one teasing second, dipping low enough to make your whole body go tense, then stopping before she gives you what you want.
“You want my fingers inside you?” she asks, mouth finding your nipple again between words. “Then keep moving on my thigh, keep getting these pretty tits wet for me, and maybe I’ll decide you’ve earned them.”
You do exactly what Sevika tells you because by now your body has stopped pretending it belongs to anyone else. Your hips drag over her thigh in slow, desperate rolls, each one wetter than the last, your slick soaking through the fabric of her boxers until the glide turns messy and obscene.
Sevika’s mouth stays on your chest, switching between rough sucks and sharp little bites, her tongue soothing over every mark like she’s rewarding you and punishing you at the same time. Her hands stay planted on your hips, guiding every motion, refusing to let you speed up unless she wants it.
“That’s it,” she says against your skin, voice thick and ruined around the edges. “Make a mess on me. Show me how bad you wanted my hands.”
You whine and grind down harder, chasing the pressure with no shame left in you. The pleasure builds fast, too fast, your clit catching perfectly against her thigh until your stomach starts to tighten and your thighs shake around her.
Sevika feels it before you say anything, feels the way your rhythm goes frantic, feels your nails dig into her shoulders, feels your breath turn uneven against her hair.
She pulls back from your boob with her mouth wet, lips swollen, eyes dark enough to make you clench around nothing. “Already?” she asks, smirking like she’s not the one who dragged you there. “All I did was let you ride my thigh, sweetheart. You’re that easy for me?”
“Sevika,” you gasp, voice breaking as your hips stutter. You’re right there, right on the edge, your whole body wound tight and trembling, your pussy pulsing helplessly against her. She lets you have two more slow grinds, just enough to make your eyes go glossy, just enough to make hope spark hot in your chest.
Then, right as your orgasm starts to crest, Sevika stands. She lifts you with her like you weigh nothing, one arm locked beneath your thighs, the other bracing your back, and the loss of pressure rips a broken sound out of you. “Baby,” you whimper, high and needy, clinging to her shoulders like she’s done something cruel enough to break your heart.
Sevika smirks at your reaction, smug and gorgeous and completely unbothered by the way you’re falling apart in her arms. “Listen to you,” she says, carrying you away from the couch while your thighs tremble around her waist.
“Poor thing was about to cum, huh?” You nod against her neck, too desperate to be embarrassed, your breath hot and shaky over her skin. Her metal arm shifts beneath you, the hard surface pressing against the back of your thigh and the curve of your ass, cool at first against your overheated skin.
The contrast makes you jolt, makes your pussy clench again, makes another wet, miserable little sound leave your mouth. Sevika laughs low in your ear, her grip tightening when you squirm. “Careful,” she murmurs. “Keep moving like that and I’ll think you like being denied.”
The metal of her arm feels unforgiving against you, firm and smooth and colder than the rest of her, while her bare chest is hot against yours. Every step she takes makes your nipples brush against her, swollen and aching from her mouth, and every shift of her grip makes slick smear between your thighs.
You can feel how worked up she is too, in the roughness of her breathing, in the way her jaw keeps flexing, in the way her fingers dig into you like she’s holding herself back by force. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” she mutters, almost like she’s angry about it.
“Sitting on me half naked, dripping on my thigh, making those pretty sounds.” Her mouth finds your jaw, teeth scraping there before she bites lightly. “You make me want to ruin my own rules.”
She doesn’t take you to the bedroom. She stops with your back against the wall, pinning you there with her body, her metal arm braced beneath you to keep you lifted. The cool pressure of it spreads under your thighs while her other hand slides between your bodies, fingers still wet from you and rough with impatience now.
You barely have time to suck in a breath before she pushes two fingers inside you in one sudden, deep thrust. The stretch punches a cry out of you, your head falling back against the wall as your pussy clenches hard around her. Sevika groans like she feels it in her own body, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Fuck,” she breathes. “That’s it. Take them.”
Your legs tighten around her waist, your hands flying to her back, nails dragging over warm skin. She gives you a second, just one, watching your face carefully enough that the cruelty of it feels safe, practiced, wanted.
When you don’t tell her to stop, when you only whimper and rock down onto her fingers, her control snaps into something darker. She starts moving, slow but deep, curling her fingers inside you with every thrust until your body jerks against the wall.
The sound of how wet you are fills the space between you, obscene and impossible to hide. Sevika’s mouth brushes your ear, her voice low and filthy. “You hear that? Hear how bad this pussy wanted me?”
“Please,” you sob, though you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore. More, mercy, her mouth, her fingers, the orgasm she stole from you, all of it tangles together until all you can do is cling to her.
Sevika’s metal arm holds you steady while her fingers fuck into you harder, her thumb finding your clit with mean, perfect pressure. Your whole body jolts, pleasure slamming through you so sharply that your vision blurs.
“There she is,” Sevika says, sounding breathless now, sounding hungry. “Knew you’d get sweet once I filled you up.” She kisses you hard before you can answer, swallowing the broken moan that spills out of you.
You grind into her hand because you can’t help it, because the orgasm she stole is still sitting hot and furious under your skin. Sevika lets you chase it this time, her fingers working you open, her thumb rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake around her. Her metal arm presses colder into your skin the hotter you get, grounding you and ruining you all at once.
“Come on,” she growls against your mouth. “You wanted my fingers so bad, so cum on them.” Your pussy clamps down around her, slick and desperate, and Sevika curses under her breath like the feeling nearly takes her with you. “That’s my girl,” she says, voice rough with want. “Make a mess for me, baby.”
You’re right there again, right on the edge Sevika stole from you once already, your whole body tightening around the promise of release. Your thighs lock around her waist, your nails bite into her back, and your mouth falls open against her shoulder as the first wave starts to rise.
Sevika feels it instantly, feels the way your pussy clamps down around her fingers, wet and desperate, trying to drag her deeper. Her thumb keeps circling your clit for one cruel, perfect second, just long enough to make your eyes roll back. Then she slows.
The change is so sudden and so devastating that your eyes snap wide open. Her fingers stay buried inside you, but the hard rhythm turns lazy, shallow, almost gentle, and it ruins everything in one brutal second.
The orgasm that had been building so hot and bright inside you breaks apart before it can crest, leaving you shaking against the wall, empty of relief and full of need. Your breath catches on a wounded little sound, your hips jerking down helplessly, trying to force her to keep going.
Sevika watches your face as it happens, watches confusion melt into frustration, then into that pretty, pathetic desperation she clearly loves too much. “Oh,” she says, dragging the word out with a dark little laugh. “You really thought I was gonna let you cum that easy?”
“Sevika,” you whine, her name cracking in your throat like a plea. You sound wrecked already, breathless and spoiled and close to tears, and her smile only sharpens.
“Baby, please,” you beg, voice trembling as your hips try to grind against her hand. “Please, please, don’t stop, I was so close.” Sevika laughs again, low and rough against your neck, and the sound makes your pussy flutter around her fingers despite everything.
“I know you were,” she murmurs, kissing the corner of your jaw like she’s comforting you. “That’s why I stopped.”
A broken sob slips out of you, humiliatingly soft and needy. Sevika hums like it’s the sweetest sound she’s heard all night, her metal arm holding you steady while your body trembles uselessly in her grip.
Her fingers move inside you at that same slow, maddening pace, sliding deep enough to keep you aching but not fast enough to give you what you need.
“Look at you,” she says, her voice thick with amusement. “Begging like I didn’t warn you that you had to earn it.” Her thumb brushes your clit once, barely there, and your whole body jolts. “So fucking greedy for me.”
“I earned it,” you babble, barely coherent now, your forehead dropping against hers. “I did, I did, please, I was good, I was so good for you.” Sevika’s eyes darken at that, her jaw flexing like your desperation is getting to her more than she wants to admit.
Her breathing has gone rough again, her chest pressing hard to yours, her mouth wet and parted as she looks down at you. “Yeah?” she asks, her fingers curling slowly inside you. “You think you’ve been good enough to take more?” You nod frantically, lips parted, eyes glossy and wide. “Please.”
Sevika holds your stare as she pulls her fingers back just enough to make you whimper. Then she presses a third finger against your soaked entrance, slow and deliberate, giving you time to feel exactly what she’s about to do.
Your breath catches, your body going tense around the stretch before she even pushes in. “Relax,” she orders, voice low but softer at the edges. “You can take it. Pretty pussy’s been begging for more all night.”
She eases the third finger in slowly, inch by inch, and the stretch steals every thought from your head. Your mouth falls open on a deep, shaking moan, pleasure and pressure twisting together until your whole body goes weak in her arms.
It’s full, so full it makes your eyes flutter, your pussy clenching tight around the added thickness like it doesn’t know whether to run from it or pull her deeper.
Sevika groans when she feels you take her, her forehead dropping to yours for one hot, breathless second. “Fuck,” she mutters, voice rough with want. “There you go. Knew you could take my fingers like a good girl.”
You’re babbling before you realize it, words spilling out broken and messy. “Feels good, feels so good, Sevika, fuck, please, please don’t stop.” Your hips twitch against her hand, your body trying to adjust to the stretch while also chasing the pleasure she keeps dangling just out of reach.
Sevika’s smile turns wicked, but her hand stays careful for a moment, letting you feel the fullness before she starts moving again. “Listen to yourself,” she says, brushing her mouth over yours without kissing you properly.
“Can’t even talk right now.” Her fingers curl inside you, slow and deep, and your moan breaks into a helpless little cry. “That’s what I wanted,” she whispers. “Wanted you so full of me you forgot how to be anything but needy.”
Sevika lets you suffer with the fullness for a little longer, fingers buried deep, thumb barely brushing your clit each time your breath starts to catch. She watches every little crack in you, the way your eyes go glassy, the way your mouth can’t decide between begging and moaning, the way your hips keep trying to chase her hand even when you’re too weak to move properly.
“You want it that bad?” she asks, voice rough and low against your mouth. You nod so fast it’s pathetic, your hands fisting against her shoulders, your whole body trembling around the stretch of her fingers.
“Then ask right,” she says, curling them inside you until your back arches off the wall. You barely get the words out, just a broken little “please, baby, please let me cum,” before Sevika finally gives you what you’ve been begging for.
Her hand moves harder then, deeper, her thumb pressing tight, perfect circles against your clit while her metal arm keeps you pinned and helpless against her body. The orgasm hits so hard it steals the sound from you at first, your mouth open, eyes wide, body locking around her fingers as pleasure tears through you.
Then the noise comes, high and wrecked, your face buried against her neck while your pussy pulses around her in wet, desperate clenches. Sevika groans like she feels every one of them, like the way you fall apart around her is dragging something out of her too.
“There you go,” she rasps, not stopping until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably around her waist. “That’s my girl. Make a mess on my hand.”
By the time she pulls her fingers out of you, you’re loose and trembling, barely able to hold your head up. Sevika carries you back to the couch like it’s nothing, like she didn’t just ruin you against the wall and leave your body buzzing with aftershocks.
She sits down with you in her lap again, letting you slump against her chest for only a second before her wet fingers press against your lips. Your eyes flutter open, dazed and needy, and Sevika’s mouth curves into that mean little smirk. “Open,” she says. You do it without thinking, lips parting around her fingers as she slides them onto your tongue. “Clean up the mess you made.”
You suck them obediently, tasting yourself thick on her skin, your cheeks hollowing around her fingers while she watches you with dark, hungry eyes. Sevika pushes them deeper, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your throat tighten and your lashes flutter.
You gag softly around them, hands grabbing at her wrist, and she groans under her breath like the sound hits her straight between the thighs. “Fuck,” she mutters, eyes dropping to your mouth. “Look at you. So sweet after I finally let you cum.” She gives you one more slow press of her fingers against your tongue, making you gag again before pulling them free with a wet sound that makes your face burn.
You whine when she suddenly pushes you off her lap, your body still needy despite how badly you’re shaking. The sound barely leaves your mouth before Sevika looks at you, one brow lifting, warning clear in her expression. You shut up immediately, lips still wet, breath uneven, thighs pressed together on the floor in front of her.
Her smirk returns slowly, like she likes seeing how fast you remember your place. “Good,” she says, voice low and approving. “Stay right there.” Then her hands move to the waistband of her boxers, and your breath catches all over again.
Sevika lifts her hips just enough to drag the boxers down, slow and deliberate, like she wants you to watch every second of it. The fabric slides over her thighs and drops somewhere beside the couch, forgotten, because all you can look at is her.
She spreads her legs wide, shameless and commanding, giving you a clear view of how wet she is. Her pussy is slick and swollen, shining in the low apartment light, arousal gathered between her folds because of you.
Your mouth goes dry, then wet again, your whole body reacting before your mind can catch up. Sevika leans back against the couch, one hand resting on her thigh, the other dragging lazily over her stomach. “See what you did?” she says, voice rough with want. “You think I got this wet from nothing?”
You stare like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, your knees pressing into the floor, your ruined body waking up again at the sight of her spread open for you. Sevika’s fingers dip lower, parting herself just enough to make you whimper. She laughs, quiet and cruel, but there’s need in it now, real need, her chest rising faster than before.
“Don’t just sit there looking pretty,” she says, eyes locked on yours. “You wanted my hands all night.” Her thighs spread wider, and the invitation feels like an order. “Now come here and show me what that mouth can do.”
You move before she has to ask twice, crawling closer on unsteady knees, your body still trembling from what she did to you. Sevika watches you the whole time, thighs spread wide, one hand resting lazily against the inside of her leg while the other curls around the back of the couch.
She looks ruined and powerful at the same time, bare chest rising with heavier breaths, jaw tight like she’s been holding herself back for too long. Your eyes drop between her legs again, and the sight makes your mouth part without sound.
She’s so wet it glistens against her, slick gathered where she’s open and aching, and your stomach flips because you did that. You made Sevika lose patience. You made her sit there soaked and hungry while she made you earn every second.
“Look at you,” Sevika says, voice rough and amused. “Barely got your legs working and you’re still crawling over like you need it.” You swallow hard, hands settling on her knees, and the heat of her skin under your palms makes you dizzy.
She lets you touch her, lets you drag your hands slowly up her thighs, but her warning stare keeps you from moving too fast. “Don’t get greedy,” she murmurs.
“You know what happens when you get greedy.” Your eyes flick up to hers, still wide and soft from your orgasm, and Sevika’s mouth curls. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
You lower yourself between her thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of one before she can tell you where to start. Sevika’s breath catches, almost too quiet to notice, but you notice because you’re watching for every crack in her.
You kiss higher, slow and open-mouthed, tasting warm skin, salt, and the faint clean bite of her soap. Her fingers slide into your hair, not pulling yet, just settling there like a promise.
“Don’t tease me too much,” she warns, but her voice has gone lower, rougher, touched with need. That makes you brave enough to kiss the crease of her thigh, close enough that your breath ghosts over her pussy. Sevika’s grip tightens at the back of your head.
Your tongue touches her slowly at first, dragging through the wet heat of her, and Sevika’s whole body goes still. The sound she makes is low, almost swallowed, but it sends heat straight back through your already ruined body.
You look up while you do it, watching the way her brows pull together, the way her lips part, the way her hand flexes in your hair. “Fuck,” she mutters, head tipping back for half a second before she forces herself to look down at you again.
“That’s it. Open your mouth and make yourself useful.” The praise hidden inside the command makes you moan against her. Sevika feels it and curses again, thighs shifting wider around your shoulders.
You lick her like you’ve been starving for it, messy and eager, chasing every wet sound you pull out of her. Sevika tries to stay composed, tries to lean back like she’s still the one with all the control, but her breathing gives her away.
Every time your tongue circles her clit, her hips twitch toward your mouth before she catches herself. “Don’t stop,” she says, and it’s the first thing all night that sounds less like an order and more like need.
You whimper into her, hands sliding under her thighs to hold her open while you press closer. Her metal hand moves to your jaw, cool fingers guiding your face exactly where she wants you. “Right there,” she says, voice almost breaking. “Good girl, right fucking there.”
You obey immediately, sucking her clit between your lips until her thighs tense around your head. Sevika groans, rough and deep, the sound filling the apartment and making your own pussy throb again even though you’re still oversensitive.
She rocks against your mouth in small, controlled movements, but the control is thinner now, fraying at the edges every time you moan into her. “You like this, don’t you?” she says, breathless but still smug.
“Like being on your knees with your mouth full of me.” You nod as much as you can, and she laughs shakily, fingers tightening in your hair. “Greedy even after I made you cum. Pretty little thing can’t help herself.”
Her taste is all over your tongue, slick and warm and intoxicating, and you press closer until your nose brushes against her. Sevika’s hips jerk harder this time, a sharp little loss of control that makes her curse under her breath.
You feel her thighs tremble, feel the strength in her body turning restless beneath your hands, and it makes you want to ruin her composure the way she ruined yours. You flatten your tongue and drag it slow, then flick faster over her clit just to hear the way her breath punches out.
“Careful,” she growls, but there’s no real threat in it anymore. Her hand cups the back of your head, keeping you there. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna make you stay down there until I’m done shaking.”
You don’t stop. You give her exactly what she asked for, mouth wet and eager, tongue working her with the same desperation she dragged out of you earlier. Sevika’s dirty talk starts to fracture into curses, low groans, and your name said like she’s annoyed that she wants you this badly.
“Fuck, baby,” she breathes, and the pet name comes out rougher than before. “That mouth is dangerous.” You moan at that, gripping her thighs tighter as her hips lift into you again.
Sevika looks down at you, eyes heavy, chest flushed, one hand in your hair and the other squeezing her own thigh like she needs somewhere to put the force of wanting. “You’re gonna make me cum like this,” she says, voice dark and shaking. “And then I’m not done with you.”
That should scare you, probably, the promise in her voice, the threat of being kept there long after she breaks. Instead, it only makes you moan against her harder, your tongue pressing flatter, your mouth working her with a need that feels almost dizzying.
Sevika’s thighs tense around your head, strong and trembling, her fingers tightening in your hair like she’s trying not to pull too hard. “Fuck,” she spits, hips jerking up before she can stop them. “That’s it, baby. Don’t you dare get shy now.”
Her voice is rough, wrecked at the edges, and the sound of it makes you ache all over again. You want her ruined too, want her breathless and cursing, want proof that she’s just as weak for you as you are for her.
You suck her clit back into your mouth, softer at first, then firmer when her grip tightens. Sevika’s head falls back against the couch, her throat working around a broken groan, bare chest rising fast now. Her boobs shift with every shaky breath, nipples hard, skin flushed, and you can’t help dragging one hand up from her thigh to palm at her.
She looks down immediately, eyes dark and warning, but she doesn’t stop you. “Greedy little mouth and greedy little hands,” she says, voice low and breathless. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” Her hips roll into your mouth again, sharper this time, and her laugh breaks into a moan before she can finish pretending she’s above it.
You answer by licking her slower, dragging your tongue through all that slick heat until her stomach tightens beneath your hand. She tastes stronger now, wetter, her arousal coating your mouth and chin while she watches you with a look that makes your whole body feel owned.
“Look at me,” Sevika orders, and you force your eyes up even as your mouth stays busy. The sight of you between her thighs seems to hit her hard, because her lips part and her metal hand flexes against the couch hard enough to make the frame creak.
“Shit,” she mutters, almost to herself. “You look too fucking good down there.” Then her flesh hand tightens in your hair and guides you closer. “Keep your eyes on me when I cum.”
The command makes you shudder. You press in harder, tongue flicking over her clit before closing your lips around it again, sucking until Sevika’s thighs start to shake for real. She tries to keep still, tries to stay smug and composed, but the effort is falling apart in pieces.
Her hips lift, her hand pulls, her breath turns uneven and harsh. “Right there,” she growls, then says it again, rougher, less controlled. “Right there, baby, fuck, don’t stop.” You don’t. You give her everything, mouth messy and devoted, hands gripping her open like you were made to stay there.
Sevika’s orgasm builds loud, not in volume at first, but in the way her whole body changes. Her stomach tightens, her thighs clamp harder, her chest heaves, and her fingers twist in your hair like she needs an anchor.
“That’s it,” she pants, voice cracking around the words. “Make me cum. Make me cum on that pretty mouth.” The filth of it sends a pulse straight between your legs, your own body aching even though she hasn’t touched you again.
You moan into her, and that’s what does it. Sevika curses, sharp and broken, her hips grinding up against your tongue as she finally falls apart.
You keep your mouth on her through it, because she told you not to stop and because you couldn’t even if you wanted to. She comes hard, thighs shaking around your head, fingers holding you in place while you lick her through every wet, pulsing wave.
Her voice drops into a rough, helpless groan that you feel more than hear, vibrating low in her chest, filling the room with the sound of her losing control. “Fuck, baby,” she breathes, trembling under your hands. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”
The praise makes you dizzy, makes you press your thighs together on instinct, but Sevika notices even in the middle of coming down. Of course she does.
Her grip loosens slowly, but she doesn’t let you pull away. Instead, she keeps you there with a hand at the back of your head, gentler now but still firm, making you clean her through the aftershocks.
“Don’t waste a drop,” she murmurs, voice hoarse. “You wanted to see how wet you made me, so clean it up.” You whimper against her, overwhelmed and turned on all over again, your tongue moving softer now, slower, tasting her until she shudders.
Sevika’s thighs twitch when you brush her clit, too sensitive, and she hisses through her teeth. “Careful,” she warns, but there’s a laugh under it. “Unless you want me to return the favour meaner.”
You finally lift your head when she lets you, lips swollen, chin wet, eyes dazed. Sevika looks down at you like she wants to devour you, one hand still in your hair, the other dragging lazily over her own stomach as she catches her breath.
For once, she’s visibly ruined, chest flushed, mouth parted, sweat shining lightly at her throat. The sight makes something warm and proud bloom in you, even as you’re still shaking on your knees.
Sevika sees that too, sees the little spark of satisfaction in your face, and her brows lift. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she says, though her voice is too wrecked to be properly threatening. “I said I wasn’t done with you.”
You barely have time to answer before she reaches down and hooks her hands beneath your arms. She hauls you up from between her thighs, kisses you hard enough to steal the taste of herself from your mouth, then stands with you clinging to her.
“Bedroom,” she says against your lips, voice rough and absolute. You stumble when she sets you on your feet, but her metal arm wraps around your waist, cold against your overheated skin, keeping you steady.
She walks you backward down the hall, kissing you between steps, biting at your lower lip whenever you whine too much. The apartment feels smaller like this, every shadow hot, every breath loud, every touch dragging you closer to whatever she’s decided you’re going to take next.
The bedroom is dim when she pushes you inside, sheets messy from earlier that morning, the air warmer and darker than the living room. Sevika sits on the edge of the bed like a throne, legs spread, still naked and wet and watching you with that dangerous patience.
She nods toward the drawer beside the bed, and your stomach flips before she even says it. “Get it,” she orders. Your hands shake as you open the drawer, pulling out the harness and strap she likes using when she wants you completely gone beneath her.
When you turn back, she’s watching your face more than the toy, amused by the way your breathing has already changed. “Come here,” she says. “You’re putting it on me.”
The order makes your knees feel weak all over again. You step between her spread thighs, strap and harness in your hands, trying not to stare at how slick she still is. Sevika lets you kneel, lets you slide the harness up her strong thighs, lets your fingers fumble with the buckles while her hand rests in your hair like a warning.
“Nervous?” she asks, smirking down at you. You nod before you can stop yourself, and she laughs, low and mean and fond. “Good. You should be.” Her fingers tighten slightly. “Take your time, baby. I want it nice and tight before I make you ride it.”
Your face burns, but you obey, tugging the straps into place, fastening each buckle with trembling fingers. Sevika watches every movement, her breathing roughening when your knuckles brush her inner thighs, when your hands linger too close to where she’s still swollen and wet.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Pretty thing on your knees, getting me ready to fuck you.” Your pussy clenches at the words, empty and aching, and Sevika notices the tiny sound you try to swallow. “Already wet again?” she asks. “I haven’t even put you on it yet.”
When the harness is secure, Sevika grips your chin and makes you look up at her. Her eyes are dark, heavy with want, and the strap sits between you like a promise you can’t escape.
“Stand up,” she says, and you do, legs unsteady beneath you. She shifts back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, thighs spread wide, the strap jutting from her hips. “Come here.”
Your body moves before your brain catches up, climbing onto the bed and settling over her lap, knees on either side of her hips. Sevika’s hands land on your waist, warm and firm, her metal fingers cool against one side of you.
“You’re gonna ride me now,” she says, dragging you closer until the tip presses slick against your pussy. “And you’re gonna look at me while you take it.”
Your hands clutch her shoulders as she lines you up with cruel patience. She doesn’t push you down right away, just lets the head of the strap tease against your entrance, slicking it with the mess she pulled out of you earlier.
You whimper, hips twitching, and Sevika’s mouth curls. “Don’t start,” she warns. “You begged for this.” You nod, breath shaky, and her grip tightens. “Words.” Your voice comes out thin and needy. “I want it.”
Sevika’s eyes flash with satisfaction. “Then sit.” She pulls you down slowly, inch by inch, letting the strap stretch you open while you tremble above her. The pressure makes your mouth fall open, pleasure and fullness winding tight through your belly as your pussy takes more of it.
Sevika watches your face the entire time, jaw clenched, breathing unsteady, like seeing you split open on her is testing every bit of control she has left. “Fuck,” she mutters when you sink lower. “That’s it. Take me like a good girl.” Your hips finally meet hers, the strap buried deep, and your moan breaks into something helpless.
For a second, neither of you moves. You’re too full, too sensitive, too aware of Sevika beneath you, her hands on your waist, her wet pussy pressed beneath the harness, her eyes burning into yours. She gives you that second, maybe two, then rolls her hips up just enough to make you gasp.
“Ride,” she says. Your thighs shake as you lift yourself and sink back down, slow and uneven at first, trying to adjust to the stretch. Sevika’s hands guide you, setting the rhythm, forcing you to take it deep every time. “That’s it, sweetheart,” she says, voice dark and shaking. “Work for it.”
You ride her the way she tells you to, messy and desperate, each drop of your hips dragging another broken sound out of your throat. Sevika watches the strap disappear inside you, watches your slick coat it, watches your body try to take everything she gives.
“Look at you,” she says, one hand sliding up to squeeze your boob while the other grips your hip. “All that whining and now you’re taking it so pretty.”
Her thumb rolls over your nipple, and your rhythm stutters. Sevika snaps her hips up once, sharp enough to make you cry out. “No. Keep going.”
You do, because the warning in her voice makes you melt and the fullness makes you stupid. Your hands slide into her hair, your chest pressing against hers as you grind down harder, chasing the angle that makes pleasure spark bright behind your eyes.
Sevika’s breath catches when you move against the harness just right, her own arousal smearing against the base with every grind. “Fuck,” she breathes, grip tightening on you.
“You feel that? Making me wet all over again while you ride me.” Her mouth finds your throat, teeth scraping there as she pushes your hips down. “That’s my girl. Take it like you’ve been aching for it all night.”
Your hands leave her hair and slide down over her shoulders, restless, greedy, needing more of her under your palms. Sevika’s skin is hot and damp beneath your touch, her chest rising hard as you keep riding her, every slow drop of your hips pulling another broken sound from your throat.
You grope at her boobs without thinking, fingers sinking into the soft weight of them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until her jaw tightens. Her eyes flash up to yours, dark and warning, but the sound she makes betrays her before she can say anything mean.
It’s low, rough, dragged from somewhere deep in her chest, and it makes your pussy clench hard around the strap. “Fuck,” she mutters, grip tightening on your waist. “You really are greedy tonight.”
You squeeze again, bolder this time, rolling her nipples between your fingers the way she did to yours earlier. Sevika’s hips jerk up beneath you, and the strap drives deeper, making your whole body jolt.
Your head falls forward, your forehead almost touching hers, while your hands keep working her chest with needy, clumsy desperation.
“That’s it,” she says, voice rough enough to scrape. “Use your hands while you ride me.” Her mouth brushes yours, not quite kissing, just letting you breathe against each other while you fall apart piece by piece. “You wanted to touch so bad, baby? Then touch.”
You do. You palm at her like you can’t get enough, thumbs teasing her hard nipples, fingers kneading the soft swell of her boobs while your hips move faster. The room fills with the wet, obscene sound of you taking the strap, slick coating every inch as you ride her harder and messier.
Sevika’s hands guide you through it, one warm against your hip, the metal one cooler at your lower back, forcing you down deep every time your thighs start to shake.
The base of the strap grinds against her clit with each roll of your hips, and you feel the exact moment it starts getting to her. Her breath punches out, sharp and uneven, and her head falls back against the headboard. “Shit,” she breathes, hips lifting into you. “Keep doing that.”
The command makes you whine, high and desperate, because you’re already close again. The stretch, the pressure, the sight of Sevika losing control beneath you, it all knots together in your belly until you can barely move right.
Your hands tighten on her boobs, and she curses, the base rubbing perfectly against her as your hips grind down. “That’s it,” she growls, dragging you harder into the rhythm.
“Make yourself cum on it.” Her eyes drop to where the strap disappears inside you, then back up to your face. “Want to see you fall apart while you’re holding onto me.”
Your mouth opens around a broken moan, but Sevika catches it with her hand. Her fingers wrap around your throat, firm and careful, just enough pressure to make you still, to make your eyes go wide and your whole body tighten around the strap.
She doesn’t cut off your breath, doesn’t lose control, just holds you there with that steady dominance that makes your brain go soft and blank. “Look at me,” she says, voice low and dangerous.
Your lashes flutter, but you obey, staring at her while your hips keep grinding down. Sevika’s thumb strokes once along the side of your throat, almost tender. “There you go. Pretty thing.”
That’s what pushes you over. The hand around your throat, the strap buried deep, the rough drag of her voice, the way her own hips are starting to stutter beneath you.
Your orgasm hits in a hard, shaking wave, your whole body locking as pleasure tears through you. You cum with a sob of her name, hands still clutching her boobs, pussy clenching helplessly around the strap as your hips twitch through it.
Sevika watches every second, eyes dark and fixed on your face, her grip on your throat steady while you unravel. “Fuck, baby,” she rasps, sounding wrecked now. “That’s it. Cum for me. Make a mess on my cock.”
The words make you shake harder, and the way you grind through your orgasm pushes the base against her clit again and again. Sevika’s control snaps right after yours, her mouth falling open as her hips jerk up beneath you.
Her hand slips from your throat to the back of your neck, pulling you close as she starts to cum too, rough and trembling, her body tightening under yours. “Don’t stop,” she groans, voice breaking around the order.
“Keep moving. Fuck, keep moving.” You can barely manage it, but you do, dragging your hips down in sloppy little rolls while she rides out her own orgasm against the harness. Her thighs shake beneath you, her chest pressed hard to yours, her breath hot and uneven against your mouth.
Sevika curses into your kiss, dirty and broken, her body tense beneath you as the base keeps rubbing her through every aftershock. Your hands soften on her chest, no longer groping so much as holding, thumbs brushing over her nipples while she trembles.
She kisses you harder, messier, swallowing your whimpers while your hips finally slow. The strap is still deep inside you, your body pulsing weakly around it, and every tiny movement makes you shiver.
Sevika’s hands slide down to your waist again, keeping you in place when your legs threaten to give out. “Good girl,” she murmurs against your mouth, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Took it so fucking pretty.”
You sag against her, boneless, your cheek pressed to her shoulder while both of you breathe like you’ve been fighting for it. Sevika doesn’t move you off right away. She holds you there, one arm wrapped around your back, metal hand cool against your overheated skin, her other hand stroking slowly along your spine.
The room feels quieter now, softer around the edges, though your body is still trembling from the force of it. Her lips brush your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “Still with me?” she asks, low enough that it feels private. You nod weakly against her, and Sevika huffs a tired little laugh. “Yeah. Thought so.”
For a while, neither of you moves. Sevika keeps you tucked against her chest, one arm around your back and the other resting heavy over your hip, her breathing slowly evening out beneath your cheek. The strap is gone eventually, set aside with a quiet kind of care that feels almost too tender after how rough her voice had been minutes ago.
You’re still warm all over, boneless and oversensitive, your skin sticking lightly to hers wherever your bodies touch. The bedroom smells like sweat, sex, and the faint smoky scent that always clings to Sevika no matter how often she showers.
Her fingers drag lazily up and down your spine, slow enough to make your eyes flutter. “Still here?” she asks, voice low and tired, but there’s something serious underneath it.
You nod against her shoulder, then hum when that doesn’t feel like enough of an answer. “Yeah,” you whisper. “M’ here.” Sevika’s hand stills for half a second before continuing, palm broad and warm as it smooths over your back.
“Throat okay?” she asks, quieter now, her thumb brushing gently near the side of your neck without pressing. You lift your head just enough to look at her, your eyes sleepy and soft. “It’s okay,” you tell her. “You were careful.”
Her jaw shifts like she’s trying not to show how much the answer matters to her. “Good,” she mutters. “You tell me if it’s not. Don’t get stubborn on me.”
That makes you smile faintly, even as your body feels too heavy to move. “You’re the stubborn one.” Sevika raises a brow at you, unimpressed, though the corner of her mouth twitches. “I’m not the one who tried to keep riding after her legs stopped working.”
Your face warms immediately, and you drop your head back against her chest with a small groan. “Don’t say it like that.” “Like what?” she asks, and now she sounds smug again, which is rude considering how sleepy she looks. “Like it’s true?”
You pinch her side weakly, barely enough to count as retaliation, and Sevika catches your wrist with an offended little huff. “Careful.”
“What are you gonna do?” you mumble. “We’re both half-dead.” Sevika looks down at you with the slowest, most dangerous smile she can manage while exhausted. “Don’t test me.”
It should sound threatening, but her voice is too rough with sleep, her hand already sliding back to stroke your waist instead of doing anything about it. You laugh softly into her skin, and she grumbles under her breath like she hates how much she likes the sound.
The bed is ruined enough that even your sleepy brain can’t ignore it forever. Sevika notices you shifting before you say anything, her eyes cutting toward the sheets with a resigned sigh. “Yeah,” she says, like she’s annoyed at the universe personally. “We gotta change those.”
You make a miserable sound and press closer to her. “Can’t we just sleep on the clean side?” “There is no clean side.” You peek over your shoulder at the tangled sheets, then immediately regret checking. “That’s your fault,” you say. Sevika snorts. “That’s very much your fault, sweetheart.”
Getting up feels like a group project neither of you signed up for. Sevika moves first, slow and stiff, stretching her shoulders before standing beside the bed and offering you her hand. You take it, wobbling when your feet touch the floor, and she steadies you instantly with a hand at your waist.
“See?” she says. “Legs don’t work.” “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, leaning into her anyway. “And yet,” she says, guiding you toward the linen cupboard, “you’re still holding onto me.”
You glance up at her, lips parted around a comeback that never really forms, because she looks too soft in the low bedroom light.
The two of you strip the bed with the clumsy patience of people who want to be asleep more than they want to be functional. Sevika yanks the fitted sheet off one corner too hard and nearly snaps it back into her own face, which makes you laugh so suddenly you have to sit on the edge of the mattress.
She freezes, sheet in hand, eyes narrowing. “Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re thinking it loud.” You cover your mouth, shoulders shaking, and Sevika points at you with the sheet like she’s about to scold you properly. “Keep laughing and you’re sleeping on the floor.” “You’d last ten minutes before dragging me back.” She pauses, then mutters, “Five.”
Fresh sheets come out smelling like detergent and the little lavender sachet you insisted on putting in the cupboard months ago. Sevika had complained about it then, saying it made the sheets smell like an old lady’s drawer, but now she presses the fabric briefly to her face when she thinks you aren’t looking.
You catch her anyway. “You like the lavender.” She lowers the sheet slowly, expression flat. “I tolerate it.” “You sniffed it.” “I was checking if it was clean.” “With your whole face?” Sevika throws a pillowcase at you, and it lands against your chest with a soft thump.
Making the bed takes longer than it should because you’re both sleepy, distracted, and moving around each other in that domestic little rhythm that feels almost more intimate than anything else. Sevika lifts the mattress corners for you when the fitted sheet won’t behave, and you smooth the fabric down with slow, careful hands.
When you bend too far, she places a palm at your lower back, steadying you before you can overbalance. “I’m fine,” you say automatically. “Mm,” she replies. “That’s why you’re swaying like a drunk.” You roll your eyes, but you let her keep her hand there. She lets you pretend you aren’t leaning into it.
By the time the clean duvet is spread out, both of you are quieter. Sevika stands at the foot of the bed, looking at the fresh sheets with a tired sort of satisfaction, hair messy, shoulders relaxed, the harshness gone from her face.
You come up beside her and slip your fingers into hers. She looks down at your joined hands, then at you. “Shower,” she says. “Quick one.” You groan. “Bed first.” “No.” “Sevika.” “Don’t whine at me. You’ll thank me when you’re not sticky and miserable in ten minutes.”
The shower is quick in theory, but everything takes longer when you keep leaning into her. Sevika turns the water warm, not too hot, testing it with her hand before nudging you under the spray. You sigh the second it hits your skin, eyes closing as the warmth rolls over your shoulders and down your back.
She stands behind you, close but not crowding, her hands careful as they smooth water over your arms. “Too hot?” she asks. “No,” you murmur. “Feels good.” Her mouth brushes the top of your shoulder, barely a kiss. “Good.”
She washes you with a gentleness that would embarrass her if you pointed it out. Her hands move slowly, soap sliding over your shoulders, your waist, your back, careful around any sore spots, careful around the places she held you hard.
When she reaches your neck, she pauses again, thumb grazing the skin with the lightest touch. “Still okay?” You open your eyes and look back at her through the steam.
“Still okay.” Her expression softens, just for a second, before she hides it by reaching for the shampoo. “Good,” she says again, because sometimes that’s the only word she trusts herself with.
You return the favour even though she insists she can do it herself. “I know you can,” you tell her, taking the soap from her hand. “Let me.” Sevika grumbles, but she turns around anyway, bracing one hand against the tile while you wash her back.
Her skin is warm beneath your palms, strong muscle softening under your touch as the water runs over both of you. There are old scars under your fingers, familiar ones, ones you don’t ask about tonight because the moment is too quiet for ghosts.
Instead, you press a kiss between her shoulder blades. Sevika goes still. “You getting sentimental on me?” she asks. “Maybe.” “Dangerous habit.”
You smile against her back. “You like it.” “I tolerate it,” she says again, but her voice is softer this time. You laugh quietly and rinse the soap from her shoulders, letting your hands trail down her arms before stepping back.
Sevika turns around and catches your face between her hands, metal cool on one cheek, flesh warm on the other. For a second, she just looks at you, water dripping from her hair, eyes dark but gentle now. “You did good,” she says. It isn’t teasing this time. It’s quiet, firm, and it lands right in the tenderest part of your chest.
Your throat tightens a little, so you lean up and kiss her instead of answering. Sevika kisses you back slowly, no teeth, no command, no urgency, just warmth and water and her thumbs brushing your cheeks. When you pull away, you whisper,
“You did too.” She huffs like praise makes her itchy. “Yeah, yeah.” But she kisses your forehead before turning off the shower, so you count that as a win.
The bathroom goes colder immediately without the water, and you make a pathetic noise that has her reaching for a towel fast. “Dramatic,” she mutters, wrapping it around your shoulders. “Cold,” you correct.
She dries you first, because of course she does, even while pretending it’s only because you’re too sleepy to manage properly. The towel drags soft over your arms and chest, then around your back, her hands brisk but careful. You stand there blinking at her, warm and dazed, while she rubs your hair just enough to make it messy.
“You look like a drowned kitten,” she says. “You look like a wet dog,” you shoot back. Sevika’s eyes narrow. “Watch it.” “Or what?” Her mouth twitches. “Or I’ll make you change the sheets next time by yourself.” You gasp softly. “Cruel.”
By the time you both make it back to the bedroom, the clean bed looks like heaven. Sevika pulls on a loose pair of boxers from the dresser, then tosses one of her shirts at you without asking. You catch it against your chest and look down at it, smiling despite yourself.
“This one?”
“You like stealing it anyway.”
“It smells like you.”
“That’s why you steal it.” You slip it on, and her gaze follows the movement with something warm and satisfied, like seeing you in her clothes settles something in her. “Come here,” she says, already pulling the duvet back.
You crawl into bed first, sighing the second your body hits the fresh sheets. They’re cool, soft, and clean beneath your skin, and you stretch out like you’ve been waiting your whole life for this exact mattress. Sevika gets in after you, pulling the duvet over both of you before reaching for the lamp.
The room falls into darkness, softened only by the thin wash of city light slipping through the curtains. For a few seconds, there’s just the sound of both of you breathing, the apartment quiet around you.
Then you feel her arm slide around your waist, pulling you back against her chest. Her metal hand rests carefully over your stomach, cool through the shirt.
You settle into her with a sleepy hum. “You’re cold.” “You’ll live.” “Mean.” Sevika presses her face into the back of your neck, lips brushing the skin there.
“You like me mean.” You smile into the dark, your fingers covering hers where they rest over your stomach. “Sometimes.” She gives your waist a light squeeze. “Liar.”
Silence settles again, heavier and softer this time. Your eyelids are already sinking, your body warm under the clean duvet, your hair still slightly damp against the pillow. Sevika’s breathing is slow behind you, but you can tell she’s not asleep yet.
She’s waiting, maybe making sure you drop first, maybe just enjoying the quiet without admitting it. “Sev?” you whisper.
“Mm?”
“Thank you.” Her arm tightens around you, and for a moment she doesn’t answer. Then she presses one slow kiss behind your ear. “Sleep, baby,” she murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
i need x reader recommendations where the character is NICE to reader WITHOUT being corny 🥲🥲 like dont get me wrong i get why people like the mean!character stuff, but i just want abby or ellie or sevika or ambessa to be reader’s cool gf that actually likes her
as much as i loove reading, recently ive been taking wayyy longer to finish fics cuz i lose focus. not that the fic is uninteresting, i just get distracted easily and it's so annoying ughh🫤damn you instagram reels
just some good ol cuddling/fluff. age gap friendship with secret attraction. reader has a shitty day at work (at abbott or a diff job, i dont have a preference) melissa invites herself over to cheer them up, maybe watch a movie or cook or something. they drink some wine which gets them tipsy which leads to cuddling and maybe confession of feelings, but its up to u. i just like daydreaming abt falling asleep against Mel's chest and her playing in my hair... sigh. thanks 😊
Rainy Days: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Summary: the request essentially!
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: fluff/comfort, nervous reader, pet death, small cut on hand, minor and brief pop culture reference I couldnt refrain from using
a/n: okay this is a real attempt at casual writing.. and god she looks so gorgeous in this gif
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One random Friday morning the universe decided to strip you of any potential of having a good start to your weekend. From the moment you woke up your mood was sour. There was a sore spot in your shoulder that hurt when you turned your head. You ran out of mascara and had to work with the very bare bones of the wand. Your toast was burnt and there was a sudden morning rain shower.
You pushed through, disregarding all the simultaneous and odd annoyances. It was easy to suck it all up and take it when you knew eight hours from now you would have a long weekend ahead.
The first half of the day went by fast, the kids were fine and you were able to keep them pretty focused. However, your tension returned when you got to the break room for lunch and saw Melissa chatting with the vending machine man.
No one even knew his name yet, he was new and only came once a week or so. Still he had begun flirting with Melissa and now anytime you saw him you would grow flustered.
You sat silently next to Barb and watched the scene along with her.
“You know, its actually my birthday today.” Melissa smiled and his eyes widened.
You looked to Barb with a raised brow and she just shook her head.
“Well then what might the Birthday Girl like?” He gestured to the open machine.
Melissa hummed then grabbed a bag of chips with a casual grace. You held back a scoff as he nodded and then locked up.
“Well, I will see you ladies next week.” He nodded politely and you all returned the gesture, Melissa smirking with a flirtatious grin.
The sight caused a rush in your chest, but seeing the man's returning expression only turned it to annoyance. Once he was out of sight, Melissa sat down in her usual spot, opening the bag with a smile.
“Melissa Schemmenti.” Barb started and the redhead smirked, knowing what was going to follow, “Your birthday is in August.” She said, ashamed and Melissa just nodded.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes. Melissa noticed but didn't say anything, just observing your tense frame and straight posture.
After recess the exercise seemed to have the opposite effect on the kids, only amping them up and causing them more distractions.
You felt like pulling out your hair, finally giving up and putting a movie on so you could grade their papers. The all finally calmed to the music in the cartoon and you took a deep breath. Then a small voice spoke up in the back of the room.
“Um, Miss L/n?” the little boy said and you hummed, looking up at the tiny hand.
“Yes?” You asked with a smile and he pointed to the tank by the window.
“I think Tonka Jahari is dead.” He muttered and your face grew hot as you stood, all the kids turning their heads to see.
“No honey, I'm sure he is just resting.” You quipped but all the kids rushed over to the crowd around you to check.
Sure enough, belly up and floating lifelessly was your class fish which the kids had lovingly named Tonka Jahari at the beginning of the school year. He had made it all year and you were very proud of your class's effort in keeping him happy and healthy.
You couldn't fathom what managed to kill the poor thing. None of that mattered now though, because in about thirty seconds you were going to have twenty two screaming six year olds.
“Oh no, i’m sure he is just a little sick. Everyone go sit back down. Alana can you go next door and get Mrs. Howard?” You stammered and the loyal student nodded before calmly walking to the door and turning the corner.
The kids around you stayed near, watching and some beginning to frown.
“But he isn’t moving!” One yelled and you sighed.
“He is fine, everyone sit down!” You raised your voice slightly but the kids began to point and tap the tank.
“Miss L/n he is definitely dead.” One said maturely and your hand slapped to your forehead as some of them began to cry, causing the ones around them to as well.
“Shhh, it’s okay. Everyone take deep breaths and let's sit back down.” Your voice cheered and some of them listened, throwing their heads dramatically onto their desks to sob.
“Oh my god-” you muttered, finally you saw a small frame appear in the doorway, and Barbara followed behind.
“Barb! Thank goodness, I need help.” Her eyes were wide as she looked around and held up her hands.
“What in heaven's name is going on?” she said and you stepped close to whisper in her ear.
“The fish died.” you spoke out and she sighed, slightly relieved and you flashed a concerned expression.
“Oh, honey, they will be over it by Tuesday. Just let them cry it out.” She said simply and your mouth was agape as you stared at her in disbelief.
“What do I tell them? It’s not really my call to teach them about d-e-a-t-h.” You spelled out under your breath and she waved her hand.
“Just take the fish and flush it and tell them he is at the doctor.” She shrugged.
Your eyes moved back to the crying students and you shook your head.
“I can’t do it, I can’t lie to them like that!” You sighed and she rolled her eyes. You felt your cheeks growing red and felt like you were on the verge of sobbing as well.
The day truly couldn't get worse.
As you were leaving, practically sprinting to your car parked across the lot, you heard a voice from behind you.
“Hey Ursula!” Melissa’s raspy voice chimed and you stopped, your mouth flattening into a line as you turned.
“Barb told me what happened.” She laughed and you sighed, looking away in annoyance as she grew closer.
“Heard the kids really freaked out.” she added and you nodded.
“Yup, I'm the lady that killed their fish.” You exclaimed with an exhausted tone and her smile faded and her eyes softened.
“Hey hon, it’s okay. It’s happened to all of us at least once.” She smiled and you relaxed your shoulders before covering your face with your hands, letting out a muffled groan of frustration.
“They’re gonna hate me.” You said into your hands.
The older womans manicured nails pulled your hands from your face.
“They are not going to hate you, it’s okay sweetie.” She reassured and you allowed your gaze to meet hers.
“I’m sorry, i’m having a shit day.” You admitted and she rubbed your shoulder in comfort. You felt warmth spread in your chest at the action and sighed.
“Been there too.” she said kindly before looking at her watch, “I wanna beat traffic, but you have my number. Text me if you want to get dinner or something.” She smiled and you nodded.
“Thanks Mel.” You chimed and she waved as you both retreated to your cars.
When you parked and headed inside your apartment's lobby, you decided to take the elevator, too tired from the eventful day to take the three flights up. As you waited you thought of the redhead.
She was so charming it pained you. You had made it a point to never get too close with the woman because you knew you would fall for someone as gorgeous as she.
That rule was quickly discarded when you began having lunch with her, you had far too much in common, too much natural banter, to just ignore her. It wasn't like she made it easy either, she loved to tease you but was also always there for you.
It was only your first year at Abbott, your fourth year teaching overall, so you relied on Melissa and Barbara to help you with the crazier and more unique situations.
You pulled your phone from your pocket, quickly typing in her name and drafting a message with ease.
Hey, busy tonight?
You chewed your nail as you stepped into the elevator looking at the message, thumb dancing over the send button before finally tapping it. Short and simple was probably the best route. You put your phone in your bag and dug out your key, ready for the doors to open.
For a moment you feared with the day you were having that maybe you shouldn’t have taken the elevator. When the doors opened smoothly you let out a sigh of relief and hurried to your apartment.
As you were undressing from your work attire you heard your phone ping and your head snapped over to its place on the bed. Walking over you saw her name on the screen and you picked it up slowly, her response made your heart flutter and you felt your cheeks grow hot.
Not anymore. 7pm, I'll cook for you.
You didn't know how to react and immediately began to panic on what to wear. Was this like dinner or just dinner, should you look casual or wear something nice?
Should I bring a bottle of wine?
You hoped the message you had formulated would give you some clue on the attire and you saw the bubbles pop up as she typed, anxiously chewing on your cheek as you watched.
Of course.❤️
Your heart started to beat faster once again and you set your phone down to go dig through your closet. You settled on a longer skirt and blouse that were elegant yet comfortable.
It’s not like you hadn't had dinner at the woman’s house before, but she had never cooked for just you. This fact was making you more anxious and reflective on your rule.
You got to Melissa's a little early and fixed your makeup in the car as you stalled, your veins were buzzing with nerves and you could barely focus on anything as you thought of what to say, how to act, unsure what this dinner really was.
After a deep breath you got out and walked up her front porch, knocking gently with a soft hand. A few moments later you heard the door unlock and Melissa answered with a smile.
“Hey hon, come on in.” she stepped aside and you walked in, pausing to kiss her on the cheek in a friendly manner, her skin turned the lightest shade of pink and you swear you saw a twinkle in her eye.
“Hi. You look beautiful.” you said noticing her low cut blouse, not able to keep your eyes from darting around her bright features.
“You’re sweet, and stunning as well darling.” she led you to the kitchen, after taking your purse to hang up.
“It smells good.” You spoke softly and she smiled at your comment.
Your heart fluttered watching her finish cooking, the domesticity caused your chest to ache and you sat at her island. Recalling all the times you had been here before caused your shoulders to tense. There was only a slightly awkward tension in the air, a symptom of the months it had been since you were in her home combined with the fact you were alone.
“I hope you’re okay with pasta,” she asked with a slight worry and you smiled being snapped out of your thoughts.
“You know pasta is always perfect. I can pour the wine if you want?” you asked softly and she nodded.
You moved to grab the glasses, stepping behind Melissa, you grabbed the two glasses from the cabinet, and you both stepped back at the same time, bumping into one another and causing you to hit one of the glasses against the counter, shattering it in your hand. Your eyes went wide, knowing these were the glasses she earned in the divorce that she very proudly would show off at her dinners.
“Oh my god. I'm so sorry.” You said quickly. Embarrassment washing over you quickly and your voice growing shaky.
It was your breaking point and you began to tear up and sniffle.
“Oh sweetie, are you okay, here-- be careful don't move.” She totally disregarded your comment, rushing to grab the fragments carefully from your hand and the ground. Then meeting to look you over.
“Yeah I'm fine , just a small cut.” you said softly as a thin red line began to form a drop of blood across your palm. You let out a few tears and shook your head as you sniffled.
“Y/n what’s wrong?” she asked concerned and you calmed yourself quickly, using your free hand to wipe the tears.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry, that was just the explosive cherry on top of my shitty sundae.” You muttered annoyed and she laughed kindly. The sound coaxed a smile to your face and you met her gaze.
“Jesus, we gotta get some food and wine into you. Let me get a bandage first, why don't you sit down hon.” she spoke with concern and you smiled, doing as you were told and sitting down at the island.
She walked off to get the supplies and you cleaned yourself up then grabbed a new glass, using your one good hand to fill two of them and then gently sitting one by the pasta pan. You sat back down, still holding your hand up and away from everything, ensuring no blood had dripped from the wound.
Melissa came up behind you, grabbing your wrist gently, and wiping it with a wet cloth. The warmth feels nice and you smile as your chest tightens, she blows on it gently to dry it before wrapping some gauze over it. The coolness of the air leaving her lips sent a chill down your spine and you resisted the urge to flinch. You watch her intensely as she focuses, her brows slightly furrowed and her jaw tense as she moved slowly so as to not hurt you. Your eyes ran up and down her face, taking in her beauty.
“There.” She moved away and smiled, looking up at you. She saw your pink cheeks, coy smile, and dazzling eyes and couldn't help the way her chest tightened.
“Thanks.” You smile and notice how close your faces are, the sweet floral scents of her perfume fill your mind with ease, bringing back all kinds of memories. You look back up a bit and she does the same and you smile awkwardly.
“I poured the wine.” you pointed and she smiled with a light laugh.
“Thanks hon.” she walked over, stirring the pasta and turning off the stove as she brought the glass to her lips. “Alright, that's pretty good.” You smirk at the compliment then raise a brow.
“You sound surprised.” Her back is turned and you hear her let out a small laugh.
“Well, you don't have the best track record with reds my darlin.” You playfully rolled your eyes and scoffed.
“It was one time and the bottle looked cool okay? I was trying to make a good impression.” you laughed and she turned, hand on her hip as she sipped the glass with a smile and rosy cheeks.
“I was already impressed.” She shrugged casually.
You felt a surge flow through your chest and you sat up straight. Melissa tilted her head, gesturing to a bookshelf nearby and you looked over, seeing the wine bottle displayed with dried flowers in it. Ones you had given to her when her aunt had passed the year prior.
“Oh.” You couldn't help the sadness that flooded over you as you looked at it. You looked back at her with big eyes, confused longing surely evident in them.
“Don't get all sentimental on me now, it is a cool bottle.” she smiled looking down and fidgeting with her glass. You nodded and grinned at her sudden shyness.
“I'm sorry about the glass, I'll try to find a replacement.” Your voice spoke out softly and with a genuine apologetic tone. She shook her head and shrugged moving to get some plates out.
“Don't worry about it. It happens and I never really use all of them anyways.” The casual avoidance of her divorce made you glad she didn't care to bring it up anymore and you nodded. She started plating the salad and the pasta and you got up to help and she shook her head.
“I got it, go on and sit at the table.”
You smirked, grabbing her glass and yours, and the bottle of wine and taking it to the table. You grabbed some napkins and utensils and she softly rolled her eyes with a smile at your eagerness to help. She set the plate down and you smiled excited to taste her food again after all this time.
“Thank you, Melissa. I'm really glad you stopped me earlier.” you chimed graciously and she tilted her head slightly with a warm smile.
“I'm just glad you texted. You can always count on me, hon.” she casually leaned in, her hand resting on your thigh.
Your cheeks grew red as she leaned back and grabbed her fork. Sitting up straight, you did the same pretending your leg was burning from the remnants of her touch.
After many proclamations of how good the meal was and flowing conversations, you had finished eating and finished the bottle as well. You helped her clean up after as best as you could with her refusing your help per usual. Eventually you had made your way to the couch and were sitting close, facing one another as you worked through another bottle of wine.
After a while you found your knees draped over hers. You sipped your wine with a smile as she continued a story about work and another crazy student, explaining how she had handled the rare event.
“I can't believe the things they are getting into at this young of an age these days.” she finished with a shake of her head in disbelief, she brought her glass to her lips and you couldn't help but notice her bright smile.
The way her dark lips pursed around the glass made your throat grow dry and you finished off the small amount left in your glass.
“Yeah it's really wild.” You set your glass down and she watched you leaning over to the coffee table. Her eyes roamed your frame and the way your hair draped across your face, causing her cheeks to flush and she finished her glass as well.
“Um should I open another or do you want any water?” she asked softly and you smiled up at her, you checked your watch making sure you weren't going to overstay your welcome and decided to test the waters.
“Well I probably shouldn't, since I'll be driving home.” you answered in a hushed tone, letting the response come out almost as an inquiry. You knew you didn't need to try very hard to disguise your tone, she would understand what you were really asking either way.
“You know you are always welcome to stay.” The words left her lips quietly and she played with the hem of your skirt that was draped over her thighs, her own confidence fading for a moment.
Normally Melissa led conversations, she would dominate them, not have fear in being blunt and asking big questions, and you loved that. It often balanced you two out in the rare social setting when it was just the two of you. However, now you could sense her nerves, something that she didn't let happen often.
You had only really seen Melissa nervous once in the time you had been friends. It was when you ran into her ex-husband while you were out with the teachers at a bar after the long work week.
Before you could decline your mouth was answering for you.
“One more glass couldn't hurt, after the day I've had.” You joked and she nodded.
The extra glass turned to a few extras and you found your body growing more relaxed, the both of you sinking into the couch and leaning beside one another.
“So you really like that snack guy, huh?” You asked with a teasing tap on her knee and she shook her head.
“The vending machine man? Nah, that’s just fun flirting.” She scoffed and your brows pushed together.
“Really?” You said with a more serious tone and she nodded with a hum.
“Yeah, he isn’t really my type.” She said looking at you with darkened eyes and you hoped she couldn't see the way your cheeks flushed.
Your eyes stared back at the large TV intensely, following the scene as best as you could.
You were rather tipsy, but what was really making it hard to focus was the way Melissa’s body was pressed up next to yours. Her warmth was pulling you into a haze and you tried desperately to stay clear-headed.
“Do you want to talk about anything that happened today?” she asked quietly and your eyes snapped to hers, green eyes softening as they flicked between yours.
“Not really. I think i’m okay now.” you shook your head and she smiled.
“Good, I worry about you.” she said casually and you turned your gaze away from hers.
After a while you realized you had managed to scoot closer to one another, now only a small yet heavy space hung between you.
“Thanks for being with me tonight, I am sorry about your glass.” You let out a shaky breath as your face grew hot from the way her eyes were roaming over your face.
“Don’t worry, hon. You could break anything in here and I wouldn’t care. Just try not to hurt yourself in the process.” She exhaled with a light laugh and you looked down, slightly embarrassed.
“I will try my best. It was just an off day.” You replied and her hand moved slowly to rest on the space right above your knee, squeezing it gently.
“We all have them. Just, don't hesitate to reach out if things get too rough.” Her tone was more serious and your eyes met hers.
While you looked into the glistening green eyes before you, you felt the rush of fear fill your chest. Nerves spread through you with a doubt-filled haste and you knew it was your chest tightening at her words.
Not only were you falling deeply for Melissa, but she was really noticing you, understanding you. You were past friends, she was seeing your inner thoughts you tried to ignore. This fact was chilling. Your face was only a foot from hers, the heat between you was humid and tense and you struggled to remain calm. No doubt the redhead could feel the pulsing of your veins under her fingers that remained on your thigh.
“I wont, thank you Melissa.” you replied simply and she nodded.
“So do you have to get going? Otherwise my guest room’s all ready and we can open another?” she pried and you smiled bashfully.
You wanted to instantly accept her proposal but you feared what you may say or do if you ended up having a sleepover with the woman.
Still, the way she was looking at you, a genuine smile that met her eyes was only convincing you to stay. It felt like she really wanted to get to know you, and who were you to deny Melissa anything.
“Okay only if you’re sure?” you asked and she nodded.
“Of course, hon. Now why don’t you get a new bottle and I will make us some popcorn.” She instructed and you flashed a giddy smile, her hand not moving from your leg. Instead she rubbed it back and forth lightly, reassuringly.
Your eyes stuck to the gesture before trailing up her body to meet her darkened gaze, full of a mysterious mischief that sent a shiver down your spine and caused your mouth to dry up. Her brow raised as she stared into your wide expression with reddening cheeks.
Melissa’s eyes looked over your face and trailed to your lips, pausing on them for a moment before locking eyes once more. This caused your stomach to stir and you swallowed deeply. She could sense the nerves you felt and allowed her hand to slide up a little higher. You sucked in a breath as her hand rested halfway up your thigh.
“Is this okay?” She asked softly and you didn't hesitate to nod.
She left it resting there for a moment as you both relaxed into the awkward silence.
“Mel?” You spoke softly and she looked over your expression as you looked between the both of you, trying to speak without opening your mouth. Hope resided in you that she would tell by your body language what you truly felt for her.
“You know, right?” you asked, too embarrassed to ask the question clearly.
She smiled with the tilt of her head, her shoulders turning to you as she leaned in closer.
“About?” she inquired with a knowing glance, testing your loyalty and willingness to suck it up and ask her properly.
“Don’t make me..” you started but grew distracted by the pink hue of her lips and the way they were turning up on the corners. Your breathing stuttered and you looked back to her eyes that were now squinting with intrigue.
“Feeling okay there?” She smiled and you nodded slowly.
“I like you Melissa, a lot. I’m sorry if it makes things weird, but I cant hang out with you like this. It’s too har-” Before you could end your rant she leaned in, her chin tilting up as her hand pulled your jaw to her.
Her soft, plump lips met yours and you felt your cheeks flush as you moved in sync with her. She pulled away after a moment, her thumb stroking your cheek before she leaned back and smiled.
“I know you do, known for awhile actually.” She chuckled and you felt your skin grow hot as you waited for her to continue.
“What?” You asked hoarsely and she nodded.
“I see the way you look at me. I don’t mind, hon. I mean after all I haven't turned down the vending machine guy for no reason.” She scoffed and your eyes met hers.
“So that means, I am your type?” you clarified and she laughed, her hand moving to stroke up your thigh.
“Yes. I like you a lot too, Y/n.” She quipped and your smile faded, your expression growing serious at her revelation.
“No expectations, no strings?” you suggested after a moment with a playful gleam in your eyes and a devilish smirk came across her face. The both of you knew that of course there would be strings, but you didn't care, you almost wanted that; knowing that it meant you would be tied to one another in some fashion.
Her cheeks grew red and her smile widened as she nodded. It wasn't long before you were sitting up slowly, pushing yourself up from the couch to swing a leg over her lap, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation in Melissa's response. Her instincts aided her as hands came to help you move onto her, they slid to rest on your waist with a light grip as your own came to cup her face.
You both smiled softly before closing your eyes and pressing your lips to hers with a gentle eagerness. Melissa's soft lips moved in sync with your own and you moved into her with a satisfied humm. You could feel her smile against your mouth and you blushed. Her hands came to stroke your lower back, testing the waters as her fingers pressed into your skin with a soft control.
After a long moment you pulled back for air and she looked up at you with dark eyes and reddened lips. A shaky breath left your lips at the sight and she smirked with a cocky glare. You know no matter what you say or do, Melissa will always have the power. However, that didn't mean that you wouldn't tease her when you could and test her limits.
With a sudden change of motion you were sitting up off the woman and grabbing the empty glasses off the table to take them to the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she stood to meet you.
“Im just getting us some more drinks.” you said as you looked through the woman's wine cabinet, trying to pretend the best you could that you were going to actually make a selection. She came to stand next to you, looking at the bottles then turning to look at you.
“See one you like?” She asked and you gathered all your strength to keep your eyes ahead, and continue your faux oblivion.
“Well there are just so many options..” you started and could see her move closer in your peripheral. One of the redheads' articulate hands came to slink around the front of your waist, the other coming up to move your hair away from your neck. She grazed it so gently with her fingers, your hair stroking past your skin and causing a chill as her manicured nails followed. You let out a shutter, catching your breath soon after as words tried to choke out.
“How about, the- um German Riesling!” you said finally spotting a bottle that looked intriguing and that you could read the label without having to move, as you were too scared to move now with her hands on you so specifically.
Her lips came closer to you, placing a kiss on your shoulder, then to the first sign of flesh where the low cut collar finally ended, then to your collarbone, and finally a small peck to the crevice of your neck. Her lips breathed soft warm air over your ear as she spoke in a velvety yet rough voice.
“You don't have to be nervous. We can take things slow, plus you have had a lot of wine and I need you to remember all of this.” She chimed lowly and you turned to face her, your hand cupping her cheek lovingly.
“Oh there is no way I could ever forget this day.” You joked and she rested her hand over yours.
“Good. Now take the bottle back to the couch and I’ll finally make that popcorn.” she smiled and you nodded, following the orders quickly.
When you returned to your spots on the couch, you didn't take as long to settle in beside one another. The both of you realized your days were catching up to you and you were growing tired. As you tossed popcorn into your mouth piece-by-piece, you felt your head falling to Melissa’s shoulder, resting on her gently.
She smiled and placed a soft kiss on your head. You hummed and moved your hand to grab hers with a squeeze before she moved to set the popcorn bowl down and pull you into her chest. Your back leaned into her as she leaned against the corner of the couch, your legs tangling together.
Manicured nails stroked up your skin and into your hair, feathering through it softly and hypnotically. The gestures made your eyes heavy and you felt yourself dozing off. You could feel the safety and warmth she possessed and relaxed fully into her, the soft motions lulling you to sleep.
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a/n: RIP Tonka Jahari, I named this fish after the spider my sister and I found in my moms car. He ran and hasnt been seen since but now im back home so its not my problem.
JJ Yaps: First time writing Sevika, kinda nervous •ﻌ•
Sevika! who is addicted to the taste your pussy.
Slowly dragging her fingers out of your fluttering cunt, admiring the slick coating them before sucking them into her mouth with a pleased groan.
Sevika! who is addicted to the taste your pussy.
Spending her time sliding her hands over your body and kissing your neck until you wake up all nice and wet for her. Moving down between your legs and burying her face in your leaking pussy, licking a strip over it to collect all the wetness there before thrusting her tongue deep inside you.
Sevika! who is addicted to the taste your pussy.
Withdrawing from between your thighs and grabbing your chin in her hand to pull you in for a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on her lips and tongue.
Sevika! who is addicted to the taste your pussy.
Looping her arm around your thigh and yanking you down to sit on her face. Paying no mind to how you clutch the headboard or how your thighs are shaking either side of her head as she practically makes out with your pussy. Able to stay there for hours, until you sob every time her tongue slides across your clit, if she had the time. Anything to taste more of you.
Tight knuckles wrapped around your crossed arms as you listened in shock to the woman stood before you. Her words were catching your breath with every syllable and you felt your posture tense.
Instinctively you nodded along to her proposal pretending to contemplate the idea. It wasn’t often Melissa Schemmenti asked you for favors, so the fact she came to you for this particular one flattered you.
“Anyways, are you free?” she asked casually and you pulled yourself from your daze.
“I um, will have to think about it, I can let you know at the end of the day?” you suggested and she smiled.
“Sounds good hon, and if you are worrying about price or anything, it’s all covered so you won’t have to deal with that.” she was convinced and you smiled politely.
“I will keep that in mind Melissa.” you said waving yourself off to head to class.
You hardly had time to think about her favor, between class and needing to prepare for spring break, your mind was too caught up in the school. So when the bell rang and the last kid left, you finally took a breath and sat down, your head falling into your hands as you weighed your options.
Just then a knock was at your door and you heard the gentle footsteps of the redhead from across the hall. Your gaze looked up and you flashed a genuine smile at her greeting.
“Hey.” you said and she stepped closer.
“Hi hon, how was your day? We missed you at lunch.” she spoke in her velvety voice and you watched as she walked slowly past your desk.
“Yeah I don’t know how it happened but I'm so behind on stuff. I got a lot done though.” You stammered out and she flashed a smirk. You felt it surge into your chest and butterflies spread to your stomach almost instantly.
“So, did you give it more thought?” she turned to face you, her hands leaning on your desk.
You stayed silent a moment, thinking of what your response should be, what the pros and cons were of each choice.
“Miss L/n, can you be my plus one for the wedding? Or do I have to ask Mr. Johnson.” she pressed and you swallowed hard, your eyes staring widely into hers.
pros: you got to hang out with Melissa, and do her a favor in the process
cons: you had to go to a wedding full of her closest relatives whilst pretending to be her serious girlfriend
Normally, this wouldn’t be that big of an issue. Any one of your friends could have asked this of you and you wouldn't hesitate to help.
Melissa though, wasn’t your friend. More so you were hers. To you she was all you wanted in a woman. She was funny, kind, confident, smart, and so incredibly gorgeous.
So when she pulled you aside to ask you to go to her cousin's wedding as her very serious girlfriend, you were left dumbfounded. She stared at you with intense green eyes and your mouth flattened as you thought.
“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea Melissa.” you stated finally and she tilted her head with intrigue, sucking her teeth with a tick.
“And why's that?” she asked.
You took in a shaky breath and looked away out of intimidation.
“I don’t think I’m your best option for this... dynamic.” you muttered and she let out a small laugh.
“Look, we just have to mention that we are dating and recently moved in together, no one’s gonna be able to tell we are just ya know, friends.” she justified and you chewed your cheek.
“It’s only two days and I needed someone with…” she paused, stuck on how to describe her vision.
You couldn’t help the small smirk you flashed her as she stuttered for once.
“Someone like what?” you teased and she huffed, leaning closer to you.
“Someone charming but timid... attractive.” she said, her tone lowering on the last word. You felt your breath hitch in your chest and your throat grew dry.
Melissa watched the way you squirmed at her words and smiled to herself. She needed someone just like you, arm candy that could still hold their own in a conversation with strangers.
She really didn’t want it to mean anything, it was just a point she needed to prove to her family. It was growing more and more obvious she was sparsely dating after her divorce, so she needed to surprise her relatives with the news in a casual fashion. Not so obvious that she was shouting it to the room, but enough for them to know Melissa was able to secure a new partner.
This justification blinded Melissa to your true feelings. It allowed her to look past the genuine concerns behind your reddening cheeks and stammering voice. To the gluttonous woman you were just nervous about her persuasion.
“Okay i’ll do it.” you finally agreed and she smiled.
“Thank you hon, I owe you big time. I’ll text the details.” She winked and waved goodbye, not leaving much time to inquire about anything further.
Before you could really process and prepare for the trip, it had arrived. Melissa was picking you up early in the morning to drive the four hours deep into New Jersey. The wedding was the next day so you would have to spend the night, a fact you were certainly not looking past.
This would be the most intimate setting you had been in with the woman, and the longest time you have spent with her.
The whole drive you couldn't help but think of how little you knew about Melissa. You had seen her outside of work, in groups, and gotten to know her around others, but never just the two of you alone.
The only sounds filling the car was the sound of the road and the light music she had playing. You made note of the genre.
After the first thirty minutes Melissa parted her lips to speak softly. The softest you had ever heard the woman you noticed.
Before she even began, you turned your head to listen instinctively.
"Are you gonna be mute the whole drive there? Cause we have hours to go." She said with a smirk tugging at her lips. Her eyes met yours briefly before turning back to the road. You hummed a laugh and looked away.
"No, sorry. It's just early." you excused and she nodded.
"We can stop for coffee or something halfway." She suggested and you nodded.
Now was as good a time as any to get to know her, so after a beat of silence you thought of a question.
"So are you close with your cousin?" You asked casually and she teetered her head.
"Eh, kinda. A lot of close family will be there too though, but we don't come to see the family in Jersey very often." She answered and you nodded.
"Do you get out of Philly much?" you continued.
"Not as much as I'd like." she scoffed and you nodded in understanding.
"What about you? Any places you wanna go?" she asked and you smiled at her returning the inquiry.
Two hours and millions of questions and stories later, you felt significantly more comfortable in her presence. You had determined how to shove the butterflies down and continue a conversation with the woman in a fairly friendly manner. Any thoughts of her or lingering gazes were quickly shut down and ignored.
"Oh wow, it's already ten. Wanna stop? Otherwise we should be there at a quarter till noon." She spoke out and you hummed as you thought.
"Well you are driving, so it's up to you. I'm okay with anything."
"I say we go to the hotel, relax for a bit before the rehearsal dinner tonight." she said and you smiled.
"Sounds good" You agreed before looking out the window.
Your heart was thumping in your chest, spreading to your ears with a deafening rhythm. With great effort you hid your shaky breaths, thinking about seeing Melissa in a fancy outfit in such a personal setting made you nervous. It was hard to keep your thoughts of her friendly when you were going to be exceptionally close for the rest of the weekend.
It wasn't long before you were pulling into the parking lot of the hotel. Your eyes were attached to the large building, admiring the exquisite architecture of the large structure.
"I got one room, if that's okay. It's big, so we'll have our own space. It was a better deal." She mentioned casually, her eyes not meeting yours as she unloaded your bags for you, you were too confused to move after hearing the fact.
"Yeah, that's no problem." You nodded after a long pause, before grabbing your bags from her and following her inside.
The familiar chime of the hotel room door was music to your ears. Melissa pushed the handle and opened the door for you, revealing a large and very luxurious room. There were high ceilings with a large window on one wall that stretched the length of them. The view of the city was breathtaking and you couldn't help the giddy smile that came to your face as you walked in and looked around.
That naive smile quickly dropped when you saw the large king bed on the other side of the suite. Your gaze flicked around for a pull out couch or trundle bed but there was no such item. The couches were all beautifully ornate, and vintage but we certainly were not for sleeping.
"Oh Melissa, there must be a mistake. There is only one bed." You stated with innocence, turning to face the woman who was just as in awe of the place as you were.
"Hmm, I called to confirm they changed it to a double. I'll be right back."
"Ill come with." You said grabbing your bags and following her back downstairs.
You watched from beside a pillar as Melissa spoke with the woman at the front desk. You could see her getting more frustrated by the minute, the girl seemed apologetic and even flashed you a pitiful look.
After another minute you decided to intercept and walked up beside Melissa.
"Hi, I don't mean to interrupt, but we have just driven a very long way, and would like the room we reserved." You said simply and Melissa smirked at you, a creeping smile that informed you she found your bold actions somewhat humorous.
"Like I told her, we don't have any available rooms, we are all booked." She said and you huffed. As much as you didn't want to have to deal with being Melissa's fake girlfriend, sharing a room with her, and bed for that matter, you didn't want this poor worker to have to deal with the wrath of Melissa Schemmenti.
"Okay thank you. We will keep it. But we would like a discount on the room, extra toiletries, restock the mini bar, and complimentary room service." You stated and the nervous girl behind the monitor just nodded.
"That I can do." she said and you smiled. Melissa was staring at you in utter disbelief. Her hand swiped the key card from the desk and followed you back to the room.
"That was impressive, hon." She said with a light scoff.
"You make me look like a bad Italian for not cashing in on that." she added and you flashed a smile, trying to hide your reddening cheeks.
"Thanks, my dad was a salesman, he took us on a lot of business trips and he always said to get your money's worth." You stood as she inserted the key once again and opened the tall door. She listened intently, looking at you with intrigue as she held it open for you and shut it once she was in.
"Good skills to have. I think you'll get along with my family."
The words warmed your chest and you nodded politely. There was a moment of awkward silence before you both moved to unpack and hang up your dresses.
Once you were all settled in, you walked over to the window, peaking out at the city below.
"Well, we have a few hours before we have to get ready. Anything you wanna do?" she asked and you shrugged.
"I'm kind of hungry, know a good place to get a sandwich or something?" you asked as you turned to face the redhead. She had her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall, as if she was watching you in thought.
Suddenly she let out a crude giggle and you squinted in question. Her hand stuck out as she motioned you towards her with a nod.
"Yeah hon, I know a place." She laughed as her hand rested on your lower back to guide you to the door.
"I don't get what was so funny?" you said as you walked to the car and she looked at you with a knowing gaze.
"Nothing it's just-- we are in south Jersey... they say hoagie, say sandwich around my family and they are gonna laugh in your face." she finished and you stopped in your tracks.
The idea of Melissa's family laughing at you was overwhelming. You froze and suddenly grew very aware of the situation you had put yourself in. The reality crept in and you knew you were in over your head.
"Melissa, how are any of these people going to believe we are seriously dating?" You stated more so than asked and she looked at you as she opened her car door and you did the same, getting in the same motion as her.
"Just look pretty and limit interactions." She said simply, casually. In a way that made you think she had thought of all the possible outcomes already.
Once you got your food, Melissa and you sat in the deli, sharing a hoagie and people watching. You felt a bold confidence come over you now that you had resolved your hunger driven previously exhausted attitude.
"What would you have done if I said no?" You questioned and she looked up from her straw, lips pursed around it as she drank the cherry soda in a haze. Her brows now furrowed together and she smirked, though her long hesitation didn't go unnoticed by you.
"Well, I guess I would have just stayed home." She shrugged and you nodded. The more you thought of her answer, the more your insides grew confused.
"But I thought the point of me coming was to convince your family you are in a long-term relationship?" You muttered and she sighed gently.
"It is, and I didn't want to bring a stranger. You were the only option really." She stated and your shoulders fell.
"Oh well, that makes me feel so good." You joked and she shook her head, her hand resting on yours in reassurance.
"I didn't mean it like that. I just didn't even consider anyone else." She corrected and you looked into her dark green eyes, searching for a hint of mischief but you were blind to any that may have resided in her forested gaze.
The moment you got back to the hotel Melissa was laying out all the things she needed to get ready for the evening. You admired her as you got ready as well. While you were fixing your hair you took note of the way she applied her makeup and the order she took to when getting ready.
With a shaky hand you added the final touches to your eye makeup and you heard the familiar velvety voice from behind you.
"Okay, I am going to get dressed in the bathroom." She said and you hummed an acknowledgment. It made sense to you that while she was in there getting dressed, you could just change out in the room. So you quickly slipped your clothes off and reached for your dress.
As you were sliding it up your legs, your back to the bathroom door, you failed to hear the sound of it opening.
By the time Melissa looked up the dress was at least over your hips. Still she saw the way you slinked your arms into the straps and then attempted to zip it up. A crooked smile came to her face as she took gentle steps over to you, her hands reaching out softly until they met yours.
There was a small flinch that rippled through you at her sudden presence, causing your head to twist over your shoulder to meet her gaze.
"Oh hi." you said softly and she smiled.
"Need some help?" She said, though her fingers were already gripping the zipper and slowly dragging it up.
"Yes, thank you." You stammered out, your breath catching in your chest as you felt her manicured nails dragging up your spine.
Once her fingers reached the top, she linked the small clasp then smoothed the fabric with her hands. You felt the warmth that followed her and it was beginning to melt your protective walls.
"There you go." She said before twisting you around to see you in full, proper view. You mindlessly followed her instructions and faced her with red cheeks.
You also finally got a full look at the woman's outfit and you let in a small gasp. Heavy eyes traced over her frame, admiring the way her pants hugged her hips and her shirt exposed her cleavage.
"Wow, you look absolutely stunning." You said and she smiled.
"Thank you, hon." she nodded before reaching up to run her fingers through the tips of your hair. You watched in awe and her smile softened.
"You look, perfect." she spoke in her velvety voice and heat spread through your stomach. The approval you subconsciously needed had been fulfilled and you felt confident you were presentable for her family.
The both of you, without a doubt, agreed to down a shooter from the mini bar in your room before arriving to the rehearsal dinner in one of the private dining rooms that the hotel housed. It was an unspoken nod to one another, and a gaze flicking to the sleek steel cooler. You grabbed vodka to cleanse your palate of nerves, and Melissa just held out her hand. You froze for a moment, you would surely be judged on which liquor you choose for the woman. After a moment you reached for one of the darker mini bottles, but your hand pulled to the gin and you handed it to her.
"Salud!" she smirked, twisting the cap off without sparing the label a glance. You followed suit and raised it to her with a smile before you both downed the liquid.
"Good pick." She nodded with a smile as she threw the empty bottle to the trash bin, grabbing the empty one from your hands to do the same. You stood recovering from the strong clear liquid for a moment before nodding and grabbing your small purse.
The chatter of people could be heard from down the hall as you approached the entrance to the dining room. The long hallways with tall ceilings carried the noises and you grew thankful for the liquor burning hot in your stomach, slowly spreading through you.
The heat moved to your lower back and you looked down, realizing it was Melissa's hand guiding you down the hall.
"Okay, ready sweetie? Remember to just act natural and like you're in love with me. Can't be that hard right?" She joked, her voice low so the people following in a few feet behind couldn't hear.
A deep breath cleansed your lungs as you nodded and met her gaze.
"Dial down the cockiness will ya? It's making me more anxious. Otherwise, yes, I am ready." You agreed and she laughed, her arm pulling you in closer.
"Anything for you, darling." she said in a faux, drawn out yet seductive tone.
You flashed a smile and right as you met the doors that opened into the large room, Melissa squeezed your hip and placed a gentle peck to your cheek. The skin immediately reddened at the action and your eyes went wide.
"Let's get the show started." She whispered as you entered the room and her face lit up as she began to recognize her family.
You managed to get settled within the first half hour of mingling, before people sat down to eat and listen to the speeches.
Melissa made her rounds and you stayed clung to her like a fish to a shark. She would introduce you and ask how their family was and you would just stand there smiling. Occasionally they would direct a question your way and you did your best to reply in a rather neutral manner, Melissa’s gaze sharpening on you as she monitored your answers.
“Okay I see my sisters over there they must be with my mom.” She said, her hand sliding down your arm to grasp your hand. You watched and felt the nerves rising to your cheeks quickly.
She began to walk over, your arm straightening but your feet wouldn't move, she stopped and faced you with a confused frown. You shook your head with big eyes and she flashed a relaxing smile.
“I can’t do this. I'm way over my head here-- we, we are way over our heads. I never should have agreed to this.” You started to ramble and she quickly grew concerned, pulling you to a nearby corner that was somewhat hidden from the large groups of chatting people.
“What’s going on hon?” she asked and you bit your tongue.
How were you to tell her that your confusing feelings for her were making it impossible to not freak out? You cared deeply if her family liked you, not because you ever thought you actually had a chance with the woman, but because some twisted part of you yearned for their approval of you. If anything, you hoped they could open her eyes.
“I really enjoy our friendship Melissa, but there is no way I can pretend to be your lover.” You scoffed and she tilted her head.
“It’s a little late for that.” she stated and you looked at her with worried eyes.
“Why do you care so much about what my family thinks?” she asked and you chewed your cheek as you thought of a vague version of the truth.
Nothing came to you and a long silence fell between you. All you could do was look away and fidget with your ring.
“Y/n.” she said and your jaw twitched. She stepped closer and your breathing grew slow.
“Sweetie,” she started, her hand coming to your chin to make you face her, “it’s going to be okay, you are overthinking it.”
Something about the look in her softened eyes and the sweetness of her words, relaxed you. It reassured you, and you felt you could trust her. You nodded and swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.
The both of you approached her group of sisters, Melissa clearing her throat to get their attention. Like the parting of the sea, the group fan around to face you, revealing what you understood to be her mother.
“Melissa. Didn't think you were gonna make it.” One woman spoke and Melissa grinned.
“It's good to see you Mary.” Melissa said respectfully and you were surprised at her suddenly uptight manner.
“Mom, how are you?” She asked and the older brunette woman smiled. Her eyes drifted to you and you shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Melissa could sense your uncertainty, but she had no way to reassure you.
“Fine. Same as always.” She spoke confidently and Melissa nodded, her hand came to the small of your back and she opened her mouth to introduce you.
“So who is the frightened little girl you brought with you?” A blonde woman spoke and Melissa’s hand pressed harder against you.
“This is Y/n L/n. She is a teacher at Abbott with me.” She said and they all smiled, then she looked at you and you leaned into her slightly, casually.
Your eyes locked with her moms and you knew immediately she understood. At least what you wanted her to.
“She is also my-”
“Lesbian lover?” her mom interrupted and you tensed at the phrase. To some degree you were just trying not to laugh.
Melissa’s lips tightened to a line and she shook her head.
“Not the way I would phrase it, but yes. She is my partner and we live together.” She finished and all of the women stared blankly at her.
As if they acted on command, Melissa’s mother looked you up and down and hummed. Her sisters in response did similar observatory glances and you flashed a helpless gaze to Melissa. There was a sudden consciousness that came over you, allowing you to temporarily interact socially like a regular person.
“It’s very nice to finally meet you all, Melissa talks fondly of her family.” You nodded and looked around to see the reactions of your statement. You looked at Melissa and she had a proud smile on her cheeks.
“And why Melissa have I not met her before?” Her mom inquired and your brows furrowed as you looked to the redhead for her reply.
For once the bold and catty woman was caught on what to say.
“I wanted to make sure it was serious before I introduced her to everyone.” She answered genuinely and you kicked yourself for doubting her ability to think of a simple yet effective reply.
“Hmm, well it’s good to meet you then. Enjoy the wedding.” she said and you nodded.
“Thank you, it was lovely to meet you-- all of you.” You said extending it to her sisters. That’s when you realized you didn't actually get any of their names aside from Mary.
“I actually didn't get your names.” you stated and they smiled.
“Toni,” one woman said with a nod and you smiled.
“Kristin Marie.” the blonde said and you nodded. She was one you actually had heard about.
After Melissa closed out the conversation and you went to find your seats at the table, she finally let out a narrow breath.
“Wow, that was intense. But you handled it very well.” She said and you shook your head.
“Sorry if I said too much--” you started and she stopped you, her hand resting on your shoulder.
“No hon you did great.” She smiled softly and you felt butterflies travel through your stomach to your chest.
Dinner came and went and people were roaming around talking once again. Melissa said you had gotten the majority of introductions out of the way prior to dinner, so now all that was left was her cousins and the bride and groom. This fact was not only intimidating but you had consumed a few drinks during your meal and you feared this would cause a more awkward aura to you now than you intended, especially since you were here as a guest.
“Can I get one more to just sip on?” you asked, slowly walking back to the bar. Melissa smiled, her hand was in yours and you were both getting comfortable with the act you were putting on.
“Actually, it looks like the groom and some of my brothers are over there, so sure, let's get you something.” She nodded and you suddenly straightened up, now annoyed that your mind wasn't very sharp in your current state, especially to deal with a group of men.
“Well if it isn't the Tony’s” She said much more casually than she addressed the ladies. Her voice was more natural now, comfortable.
The men turned around and smiled, moving to hug the woman.
“Hey Mel, how are you?” One said and she smiled.
“Good, how are you two?” She asked and they nodded.
“Just working, you know how it is.” the other said and she nodded. Her head turned to you and she pulled you closer with a gentle grip to your arm.
“This is, Y/n, we live together.” She said and they nodded, not really caring to ask questions.
“Nice to meet you.” You said and they returned the sentiment.
“Where is Robby, did he bail on his dinner rehearsal already?” she asked, and they shrugged.
“We lost him a while ago, he may be off with Kat.” he wiggled his brows and she laughed.
While one of her brothers was asking you standard small-talk questions, Melissa ordered you a clear soda with some cherries and handed it to you with a casual smile. She didn't want you to get too nervous around everyone, or lose control of yourself.
“Woah look who it is!” You suddenly heard a man speak out towards the bar and you tried to see who it was coming from through the sea of tall men.
“Melissa-- I didn't think you came to these things.” The man said stepping closer, there was a man following close behind, he was taller and more handsome.
“Vinny hey, good to see ya..” She stopped as her eyes drifted to the man behind him. You came to stand closer, sipping silently on your drink.
“Joe-” She said and your eyes went wide.
The man flashed her a sympathetic gaze, his eyes softening when they landed on her. Melissa looked irritated to see the man, but you could see how her body turned towards him.
“Hey doll.” he said softly, moving to give her a gentle hug and you watched in a shocked silence. “You look good.” He added.
“Thanks, you too.” She said and you felt your cheeks flush at the exchange.
“Well, we are going to get some drinks, see you at the ceremony tomorrow?” Vinny asked and Melissa nodded.
“Yeah, see ya.” She said with a smile before grabbing your glass from your hand and setting it on the bar, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room.
“Woah, wait-- Melissa. We didn’t find the bride or groom.” You stated and she rolled her eyes as she stopped in the large hallway.
“I just need some air.” she said and you nodded. Your eyes caught the glimpse of a patio and you moved towards it, your hands still being interlocked with hers allowed you to bring her with you. She followed without protest and you opened the doors to step out on the balcony, the cold air enveloping you instantly.
She let out a sigh of relief and you cursed yourself for the thoughts you had at the noise. After a few minutes of cool silence filled by the sounds of cars passing and people inside chattering, you opened your mouth to speak.
“Feeling better?” you asked and she nodded, her eyes sparkling with reflections of the city in front of you.
“Didn’t know he would be here.” she added.
“When was the last time you saw him in person?” you asked and she shrugged.
“Years ago at my Nonnas funeral.” she answered simply and you hummed with compassion laced in the small sound.
“This is so silly, I don’t know why I feel so… weird and suffocated.” she muttered as she shook her head. Your hand came to rest on her arm.
“You’re not silly. It’s a completely normal reaction.” you reassured her and she sighed.
“I don’t know what I was thinking— making you do this.” she said and your lips pulled to a slight frown as you allowed her to continue.
“I’m sure I'll always be messed up cause of Joe, that’s the real reason I'm not really out there. He did a number on me.” she said with an almost uncatchable quiver in her tone.
“Melissa listen to me, you are not the reason you’re single. People are just… crazy these days.” You tried your best to reassure the woman, but you weren’t sure your words were having the effect you needed them to.
“Hon, it’s okay, I'm obviously just not meant for anyone. I mean I'm kinda crazy if you haven’t noticed.” she said, gesturing between the two of you. You smiled softly.
“You aren’t crazy, people would be lining up to marry you if they knew they had a shot.” You said lightheartedly. She turned to lock eyes with you and you felt your face heat up as your eyes searched hers.
As she admired your soft smile and noticed the flush to your cheeks and the way your eyes sparkled back at her, she smiled softly, unsure she believed your words. The caterpillar in her chest began to wiggle and as her eyes drug down to your lips, the insect hatched and butterflies swarmed into her stomach. Her pupils traced the dark outline of your mouth, the way your lips pursed and grew pink as they flushed and turned up.
“You really think so?” she asked softly, under her breath with her eyes snapping up to yours.
You felt the air filling your chest go cold, her question digging its nails into your lungs. A small nod was all you could muster as you thought of words to deflect your feelings.
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” you stated simply, hoping the words would allude to enough possibilities that the woman would be left confused yet reassured.
“Y/n, can I ask you something?” she looked away as the question lingered on her tongue and you sucked in breath before nodding.
The confident redhead let out a sigh before turning back to you with a quaint smile, a soft endearing grin that you hadn’t seen before. It warmed your chest and stomach and you eagerly waited for her to speak.
Right as she was about to ask you, a figure appeared at the door, walking out to unintentionally interrupt your conversation. It was Joe. Your blood began to simmer when your eyes locked on him, both Melissa and you standing up straight. Your arm brushed hers as you both pushed off the balcony railing and faced the man.
“Sorry ladies, didn’t mean to interrupt.” he said and Melissa nodded and you bit back the scoff that tried to escape your throat.
“What’s up Joe?” she asked with a kind tone and you furrowed your brows at her niceness. You almost felt the bitter taste of jealousy flood your mouth at the sight of her pink cheeks and attentive eyes.
“I was just stepping out for a smoke, but I can go downstairs.” he said and you smiled at his offer but Melissa quickly shook her head.
“It’s okay, we were just heading back in.” She stated and you nodded in agreement despite the confusion you felt.
“Actually Mel, can we talk?” he asked and your eyes quickly snapped to Melissa’s that were locked on the tall man’s.
The fiery woman finally looked to you and you tried to remain neutral but couldn’t help the pleading in your eyes. Subconsciously you were asking the woman to not leave you alone and to especially not leave herself alone with the man she had just been complaining about.
“Sure, I'll be inside in a bit. Hon, why don’t you get a drink?” she suggested and you felt a bitter cold flush through you. It wasn’t a wild request, but to you it felt like a betrayal after the conversation you had just had with her.
Still you obeyed, nodding and walking towards the doors, flashing one last glare to the back of Joe’s head that only Melissa caught.
“I’ll be at the bar if you need me then.” you said before slipping off the patio and heading towards the large doors to the dining room.
The doors seemed even larger now that you approached them all alone. You peeked inside, taking note of how there appeared to be a few less people, all the older folks already having turned in for the night. A tense jaw turned to the glass doors at the end of the hall.
You could see Joe's large frame talking to Melissa with a heartfelt hand gesture, and she nodded along with a soft smile. A heavy huff left your lips and you turned to walk inside and b-lined for the bar.
“Vodka martini please, extra dry, extra olives.” you said annoyed and the bartender nodded quickly and began to prepare the drink.
Judgmental eyes observed the room. The small groups of people chattering along the walls, the laughter erupting from groups of men sharing iconic tales from their families lives they’d shared countless times before. It all warmed your heart in the grand scheme of things, but when you realized why you were here, and your role in the evening, you frowned. As you collected your drink you felt someone come sit beside you.
“Where’s Melissa?” Kristin Marie asked and you straightened up.
“Oh she is just catching up with Joe.” you said and the blonde made a catty, disapproving expression.
“Wow, you must really trust her.” she scoffed and your brows flattened.
“Why do you say that?” you ask, taking a sip of the strong drink.
“Everyone knows Joe broke her heart, we just thought she was still single all this time cause she was still in love with him.” she joked, her jabs to Melissa went over your head as you looked in the direction of the door.
“What?” you asked and she laughed.
“Yeah it was messy, but Melissa didn’t want the divorce. She fought hard for it to work. In the end he chose his secretary.” she said casually, without remorse for her sister and despite what her words meant you were still angry with the blonde for speaking about your— about Melissa, like this.
“Melissa is with me now, we are in love, and she’s over Joe.” You stated simply, kicking yourself for such a mundane response.
“Bullshit.” she said and you cocked your head to face her.
“What?” you said frightened and she scoffed.
“My sisters and Mom may have fallen for it, but I know what she’s gotten you to agree to, Pretty Woman.” she laughed and you looked down, quickly throwing back the rest of your martini.
“No I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. We have been together for almost two years now! She never even mentions Joe.” You said smugly but Kristin just sucked her teeth with a cocky grin.
“I’m not here to out your little scheme, but if I were you, I wouldn’t leave her with him for too long.” she said before slipping out of the barstool and walking away.
You waited til the woman was out of sight before you shot up and practically ran to the door, as soon as you reached the hallway you looked down to the glass doors. It had grown darker out and it was harder to see them through the glares on the glass. With squinted eyes you watched as Melissa cupped Joe’s face with a smile and tilt to her head.
A fire rushed up through you, prickling at your ears as you walked elegantly towards them. Your feet carried you with fervor and you felt as if you were dismantling a bomb, seconds counting down til disaster.
Right as your hand was about to meet the handle the door opened and Melissa almost collided with you. She was clearly flustered, her chest and cheeks red and you felt your last bits of hope get stripped from you.
“Oh hey.” she said softly as she began to walk down the hall and you followed close beside.
“Is everything okay?” you asked and she nodded, pausing to face you.
“Yeah, were you okay alone?” she asked and your gaze faltered from hers with an ashamed drag.
“Um, I think Kristin Marie knows…” You said, still not looking at her and she sighed, her hands finding her hips.
“I leave you alone for twenty minutes and you manage to tell my least favorite sister that I brought my coworker to a wedding to play as my date.” She said in a hushed and annoyed tone and you raised a defensive finger.
“To be fair, you should not have left me alone like that! I mean what did Joe even want?” you asked with a bitterness in your words.
Melissa looked away at the mention of his name and her shoulders tensed up, telling you whatever he had said to her was clearly the reason for her sudden mellow behaviour. Her feet moved to round a nearby corner for at least some privacy and you followed, looking back to see Joe heading inside to the dining room.
“Well? Did he say something to you? Do I need to have a… kind word with him?” you said with a polite smirk and she smiled softly at the question.
“He’s divorced, again.” She said and you felt your heart freeze up with a shock.
“Oh.” was all you could mutter before swallowing to clear your throat of its sudden dryness. “And how do you feel about that?” You inquired, once again hitting yourself for your dumbly selected, generic phrasing.
“Confused.” was all she said as she moved to lean against the wall.
“Melissa, do you still have real feelings for him?” you blurted out and she looked at you, clearly caught off guard.
“I don’t know. I’d like to think not, but then again when he told me I felt… strange.” She muttered and you tilted your head, coming to stand against the wall beside her.
“In what way?” You pressed gently and she shrugged.
“I can't explain it, I was happy but also annoyed.” she shook her head with her words, unsure she believed them herself.
“Like the old version of you was happy for a chance, but now you know you can't really take it without fucking up your whole life.” You rambled and her head turned to face you slowly with a baffled smirk. She scoffed out a short laugh and you rubbed your neck nervously.
“Yeah that's pretty close I’d say.” She laughed and you nodded.
“Sorry, I know it isn't easy having to bring me here, then running into him, and your sister finding out.” Your head hung low and her hand came to grab yours, her fingers interlocking as she kept her gaze forward.
“It’s okay, I'm glad to be here with you. The rest is just… noise.” She said casually and you felt your heart thump at her reply as you both looked at one another with softened eyes.
There was a sudden peace that fell over the both of you, your hands still locked together as you soaked in the comfortable silence. Questions roamed your mind but you refused to voice them, not wanting the words to cause her to release your hand. Like the mind reader she was, Melissa read one inquiry and voiced the same concern.
“I’m kind of over it all, want to just go back to the room?” she asked and you turned to face her with a large grin, nodding your head softly.
“I think that is a wonderful idea, why don't you head up there and get settled and I will steal some adult sized bottles from the bar.” You raised a brow and she smiled.
“Okay, but try not to do any interviews with family.” She joked and you giggled with a playful roll of your eyes.
Her hand released yours and your limb went cold at the loss of touch, but your cheeks warmed when she passed you and flashed a smirk with a wink.
With two bottles of champagne in hand, the only thing you could convince the bartender to give you, you headed up to your shared room with haste. As you walked you realized how sore your feet had grown and how anxious your body had become. It was unclear to you why you felt so nervous, but you knew the night ahead of you would either calm those incessant tingles or would only make them stronger.
You knocked on the door with the bottle and not long after Melissa was opening it. She had a deep red satin nightgown on with a black lace trim. You couldn't tell if it was lingerie or just a short slip dress, but the hotel robe she wore over it gave you an excuse for your staring.
“Wow this place is fancy.” You said, stepping into the room and holding up the bottles to support your comment.
“There is an extra in the bathroom, you can get changed if you want me to pour us some and put a movie on or something.” She suggested and you felt your cheeks flush at the domesticity and comfort that manifested between the two of you.
Two hours, two bottles of champagne, and two mini shooters each later, Melissa and you were sitting on opposite ends of the bed, her back resting against the headboard as you lay on your side with your head propped on your elbow. You were both laughing about the odd things you had witnessed at work and your eyes were straining to focus on her face as opposed to her silky smooth legs that splayed out beside you.
You weren't sure what you were feeling in the moment, but you knew you wanted nothing more than to trace kisses up her legs and worship her body. After a moment the giggles faded out and you let out a small sigh as you finished the last of your champagne. The redhead's eyes drifted to the clock and she frowned.
“Wow, it’s late. We should probably get ready for bed.” She sighed and you nodded, sitting up and reaching to collect her empty glass and bottles. You felt the alcohol running in your veins and it was clear she did too. Her hair was draped around her shoulders and you resisted the urge to feather your hands through the silky ends.
“I had fun, Y/n. Thanks for… everything.” She said with a liquor-laced tone and you dismissed her.
“No ‘thank you’ necessary. I'm having a very nice time so far.” You smiled, your hand reaching past her for the bottle beside her, allowing your faces to be a few inches from one another. You swore her eyes flickered to your lips as yours met hers, then traced over your face as you pulled away with the bottle in hand.
She swallowed hard, looking up at you with sparkling green eyes.
“I am really glad you are here.” She said softly and you smiled, your head tilting as you looked into her hazy eyes.
“Me too.” you nodded with integrity and she smiled.
It wasn't until the two of you were laying in bed, comfortable and attempting to doze off with the faint glow of the TV on, that you recalled your earlier conversation that had been interrupted. Suddenly the question flooded your mind and you felt it burst from your lips in a hushed whisper.
“Melissa?” You started and she hummed.
“Yeah?”
“Earlier, you said you were gonna ask me something, what was it?” You said softly and she went silent for a moment.
“Oh, when?” she stammered slightly and you cleared your throat.
“Um, before we were interrupted by, what’s-his-face.” The last words were muttered from your lips as you hesitated bringing him up.
“You can say his name, it’s okay. But I um, I don’t actually remember. I’m sure it’ll come to me.” She stated and you nodded, staring at the ceiling and tracing shapes.
“Hmm, well night, Melissa.” you hummed before turning to face away from her and she nodded before doing the same.
“Goodnight, hon.”
The ceremony was in an hour and Melissa and you were scrambling to finish getting ready, applying last minute touches and factoring in the commute to the chapel that was thankfully fairly close. Melissa managed to finish before you and yelled from the living room of the suite to reach your ear in the bathroom.
“I’m going to go pull the car up, are you ready to be down there in five?” she asked and you spoke through your lips as you applied the subtle lip liner.
“Yeah I’m almost ready!” You agreed and not long after you heard her step out.
When you walked out the front doors of the hotel, Melissa was waiting beside the passenger side of the door and you felt your legs go weak at the immediate sight of her, she was looking away, observing something in the distance. The sun illuminated her hair and her figure was hugged by a dark green dress with gorgeous detailing. Her cleavage was on display and you used all your willpower to look away.
“Damn Melissa, you look… absolutely amazing.” You blurted out and her gaze snapped to yours, a dazzling smile and red cheeks appearing on her face.
Unlike you, Melissa didn't think to avert her gaze. Instead her sharp eyes followed your eyes down to your chest and then admired your frame that was accentuated by your perfect fitting attire. It made her chest shrink as she stared, her mouth growing dry by the second. Her gaze was intense and bordering on possessive as she smirked.
The duration of her gaze made you grow self conscious and you awkwardly tucked away some hair behind your ear as you looked away.
“Well don't just stare, do I look okay? Should I change?” You looked down and gestured to the outfit, knowing you brought a spare in case she thought her family would dislike it.
“God no! I mean-- it’s perfect. Let’s go.” She stammered, moving to open the door for you and you soaked up the clear affect you had on the woman.
When you finally found your seats in the large church, you motioned for Melissa to have the aisle and you moved to sit beside her, once other guests filled in as well, you had to scoot closer and you felt your clothed thighs brushing one another. You looked down as your breath hitched in your chest at the contact. Your eyes hooded as you attempted to stare nonchalantly.
“Good evening ladies and gentleman, today we have gathered to witness the love between this man and this woman, being bound together for eternity.” The priest started and everyone watched with quaint smiles.
During the couple's vows you noticed Melissa’s knee began to shake and your eyes flicked to her profile. Observing pupils traced the outline of her nose and lips, taking notice of her furrowing brows and tightening lips. You wondered if this had to do with Joe or if you were reading too far into it.
However, when the couple exchanged I do’s and then rings, Melissa looked down and away for a brief moment. Quick enough to appear as a casual adjustment, but the timing proved it was her reacting to certain feelings bubbling up in her chest.
As you looked ahead, you moved your hand to hold hers reassuringly. She looked up at you but you were staring at the couple sharing their first wedded kiss. She smiled and looked in the same direction, her hand gently squeezing yours back.
After the ceremony, everyone flooded out of the church and made their way to the parking lot to drive to the reception hall. Once you were out of earshot from most, you asked Melissa a question with great hesitation.
“Are you okay?” Your voice was soft but managed to cut through the silence on the short walk to the car.
“Yeah, hon, I’m okay.” She said sweetly and your chest hurt at her words but you nodded, getting in the car and following the line of others leaving.
“It was beautiful.” You replied as you gazed out the window at the surrounding landscapes.
“Yeah? I thought the vows were a little cheesy.” she said lightheartedly and you giggled.
“Oh, they definitely were. I meant more the aesthetic of it all, that church was so elegant.” You added and she hummed.
“Do you think you’ll get married in a church?” she questioned casually with a nervous core that you barely caught wind of. You shifted uncomfortably and shrugged.
“Um, I'm not sure. What about you?” you asked mindlessly to get the heat off of you and then you noticed just what you had stupidly inquired.
“I did.” She said simply and you nodded. “To be honest I'm not sure I wanna get married again.” She added and your head snapped to face her.
“What? Really?” You said shocked and she nodded.
“Been there done that, I don't need a piece of paper--or priest, to tell me my partner can’t leave me when I’m dying, or cheat on me. Lord knows they don’t work anyways.” She rambled and you smiled at her insistence.
You thought this fact would sadden you, but watching Melissa talk in her lively tone despite the content of her rant made your heart warm.
“Not even a small ceremony with no legal stuff?” You suggested and she flashed an unsure frown.
“What about for financial reasons?” You challenged and she hummed.
“Now that, I would consider.” She smirked and you laughed, pulling the noise from her chest as well.
The line to the ladies restroom was longer than you would have appreciated, but you managed to make small talk with a younger woman beside you, talking about how gorgeous and ornate everything was. The reception’s dinner was exquisite, and everyone was mingling before speeches and dances began. Melissa was making her rounds, catching up with the family she liked the least first as you wandered around. Eventually you realized you needed to stop after the few drinks you had downed so you didn't get too buzzed.
As you waited you saw Melissa across the room, talking with Vinny and a man who you didn't recognize. You watched as she lit up and laughed, surely firing jokes by the way her nose crinkled and her cheeks flushed.
Suddenly, like the grim reaper appearing to kill any ounce of life, Joe appeared. He walked up to the trio with a large smile directed to Melissa. You squeezed your fist unconsciously, nails digging moons into your palms as you watched Melissa stuck in a circle of men, and once again Joe being one of them.
Her smile faded slightly at the sight of him and you moved to walk over when you noticed you were next in line, and your bladder was growing weak by the second.
Ultimately you stayed put, but your eyes remained on them, observing his stance and the way he gestured towards her. You squinted to try and read lips but soon you heard a stall open and hurried into it.
Once you were finished you ran to the bar for two drinks and then hastily made your way over to Melissa. As you grew closer you slowed down to appear more casual, and you slithered in beside her.
“Hey Mel, I brought you a drink.” You said and she accepted it smiling, flashing a knowing glance your way.
“Thanks, sweetie. Everyone, this is Y/n.” She introduced you and your brow twitched at the lack of title. You wondered if this was intentional or a mistaken habit so you just waved.
“Joe. Nice to meet you, you a coworker of Mel’s?” Joe asked and you felt your shoulders tense at his use of your nickname for the woman. Once she rarely let anyone aside from you and Barb use, and apparently Joe.
You looked at Melissa, unsure what to say but you knew people in the family talked, and the whole reason for you to be here was to be her girlfriend.
“Yes I am, we also live together.” you stated simply and she looked up at you with a smirk before turning back to face the men to see their reaction.
The plan did not go as expected however considering the men were so doubtful of Melissa’s queerness they didn’t consider that as an option, and merely thought you were roommates.
“So I heard you are in a pretty serious relationship, is that right?” Vinny directed towards Melissa with a quirky brow and you held back the roll your eyes attempted at his delayed thinking.
“Vinny, this is her.” She said smartly, her free hand snaking around your waist and her head tilting to you. “You think I would still have a roommate at my age?” she said sarcastically and the other men nodded in understanding.
Joe furrowed his brows but just nodded, his eyes clearly scanning over Melissa and then you. It was as if he was trying to make sense of it all. You felt slightly threatened, but then reminded yourself you were young, attractive, and had Melissa. Whereas Joseph had none of those things.
“Oh I'm a schmuck, sorry Mel.” Vinny patted her and she shook her head reassuringly.
“Well I will catch you guys later, I'm going to go find my Mother.” She said and they nodded her off and you followed her lead, her hand still on your waist, causing warmth to spread throughout your hip and back.
“Well that went well I think.” You said and she nodded.
“I don't know, I think Joe may be skeptical. He’s always been good at calling my bluff.” She said nervously and you stopped, holding her arm gently to pause her.
“I think you are just overthinking it.” You convinced her and she nodded, sipping down the rest of her drink before guiding you around the tables of people and making small introductions.
After what felt like hours you seemed to have said hello to every person in the room. Kristin Marie had flashed an intense gaze as you spoke few words to her mother, mostly standing quiet in your role as arm candy.
The speeches made you tear up and Melissa was quick to notice, her hand rubbing your lower back gently and you leaned into it slightly. You were soft when it came to events like this, the empathy tugging inside you and bringing happy tears. It was like crying during a really good rom-com.
When people began to dance you watched with a faint smile. The bride and groom took to the center and looked so happy it brewed envy in your typically cheerful core. While you imagined Melissa and you out there as well, her hands gripping your waist with your bodies pressed together, faces inches apart. You knew it would be slightly awkward and weren't going to bring the idea up unless she asked you.
“Want another?” You asked, pointing to her glass, deciding it was finally time for another drink. She nodded and you stood and moved to the bar that had a longer line than it possessed earlier in the evening.
As if it had become his plan, the moment you stepped away Joe was on his way to Melissa. Getting her alone again he walked over to her and began talking. Your brows furrowed and you held your breath as your cheeks grew red in frustration. Soon you felt your legs shake when you saw his hand extend to her. You watched closely as she hesitated before accepting and your knuckles gripped tightly around your full glass, bringing it to your lips to take long sips.
He took her to the floor and slid his hand on her hip, you took another gulp as she placed her hand on his shoulder. It was an infuriating sight but you felt completely hopeless. Even though you were here to be her date, you weren't sure how far you were supposed to go, how seriously you were to take it.
If Melissa really was your partner, you would have been over there before he could have even gotten the question in. Instead you had to watch, as daggers shoved through your chest and she beamed up at him, laughing at whatever idiotic comment he had made.
You were unsure how long you had allowed yourself to just stare, but you eventually brought the drinks to your seats, making eye contact with Melissa as you sat. She flashed a smile and you just nodded, looking away uncomfortably. Although your eyes drifted back to the scene, you felt embarrassed, like you should be stepping in. So that is what you did.
A firm finger tapped on the tall shoulder of the aggravating man and he turned, Melissa clearly surprised to see you on the floor.
“Mind if I take over?” You asked and the man hesitated, not dropping the redhead's hand.
“Yeah, of course.” He said before finally stepping away and you smiled.
“I got to be honest, at first I thought this was a ploy to get your Ma off your back.” He joked and Melissa laughed as you looked at her with slight fear.
“Well, if I hadn't met her I'm sure It would have come to that.” She replied and you moved your hand to rest on her hip, Joe's eyes following the motion. You eyed him up and down, a silent threat that he received.
“It was good to see you, find me before you leave, yeah?” he said looking back at her and she nodded and watched as he walked away.
“I am so sorry.” She said and you faced her with a shrug.
“For what? It would have been rude to decline. I get it.” You smiled and her eyes flickered between yours as her hands came to rest on your waist. You placed yours on her upper arms, holding her intimately, naturally as your feet began to sway.
“You really are a wonderful partner.” she giggled and you blushed.
“I take my job very seriously.” you said with furrowed brows and a tough tone.
“I mean it, kid. You always know just what to say, you’re very understanding.” She added and your heart warmed at the integrity in her voice.
A classic slow song came on and you felt a dark cloud loom over you, knowing your heart was far more into this than hers. Still her words lingered with a sweetness that slowly rebuilt your confidence, this combined with her grip on your waist and the look sparkling in her green eyes.
“Has my being here really helped?” You asked and she tilted her head knowingly.
“Are you kidding? Do you know how many conversations I was spared having you here? Of course you are helping.” She said in her lovingly raspy voice and you nodded bashfully.
“And everyone seems to believe it?” you asked in a hushed tone.
“Yeah for the most part.” She stammered, her eyes moving to the crowd around you. “I think Joe is still iffy.” She added and your eyes met the man standing near a table of other relatives playing cards. He met your gaze and flashed a puzzled look.
“Does it matter if he doesn't?" You asked, looking back to her and she shrugged.
“I’d like to think not, but he is a different man now, one I don’t know too well.” She stated and you hummed. An idea came to your mind that you decided to ease into.
“Melissa, can I ask you something?” You inquired softly and she nodded.
“Always.”
Your eyes flickered back to Joe, raking over his appearance then looking at the woman standing close to you.
“Do you think if Joe hadn't cheated, you would still be with him now?” You asked and she looked down, thinking of her reply.
“No. I think I’d have gotten bored with him.” She said simply and your eyes stuck to hers.
“Besides, if I hadn't ever gotten divorced I would have never spent this weekend with you.” she added and you smiled.
The thoughts in your mind grew louder. Screams that the woman was hinting she may feel similarly to you, or that maybe she was realizing your true emotions flooded your mind and you took in a shaky breath. Joe's gaze was still on you, and it made it feel like everyone was staring as well. Like they were breaking apart your relationship and spreading out the scraps to analyze.
“I have an idea to really lock the plan down, do you trust me?” You muttered softly to her ear and her brows grew serious as she nodded.
“Of course, hon.” She stated and before she said another word you pulled her into a kiss. Your lips pressing against her soft, unsuspecting ones.
It was a simple and tasteful kiss, but left Melissa not wanting to pull away. She remembered where she was and remained in control over herself before pulling away with bright cheeks. She looked up at you with a shocked gaze but quickly morphed it into a more natural reaction.
Your lips burned from the feeling hers left behind as you looked over her expression before slowly turning your eyes to the crowd around you. Not too many people had really noticed, but when your eyes met Joe’s, you knew he did. He seemed more sullen, like he knew he had missed his chance with the fiery italian you were dancing with. It made you feel accomplished, like you had achieved a perfect score on your performance this evening.
This caused you to feel sad when you realized in twenty-four hours the redhead would no longer be yours.
“Was that okay?” You whispered in her ear and she nodded quickly.
“Really sealed the deal there, doll.” she laughed and you smiled.
Soon the song was ending and your dancing stopped. It was growing late but you weren't sure you wanted the night to end.
“I guess we should start to say goodbyes. Don’t want to be up too late with the drive back tomorrow.” She spoke softly and you nodded.
“Yeah, good point. Lead the way.” You said and she smiled, grabbing your hand to guide you through the crowd to say farewells.
You approached the newlyweds last, Melissa saying final congratulations with an honest glee. The way she smiled at them, her eyes genuine and loving, held a completely different sentiment than during the ceremony. You couldn't help but wonder what had changed.
Once you made it to the car, the air crisp with a low breeze, you let out a sigh to fill the sudden silence.
“Wow, you have a very large family.” you said casually, as if the last two hours of the evening didn't happen.
“And that’s just the ones that could make it.” She added and you laughed.
“It must be nice though. Family gatherings are never boring, I'm sure.” You added and she nodded. Melissa knew you had a rather small family and this only made her feel more secure in her choice to have you here.
“Yeah they can get intense.” She said softly and you nodded, looking out the window at the dark roads and glowing buildings.
The car ride back was far more silent than the ones earlier in the day, an awkward tension falling over you. It caused your shoulders to slump and your thoughts to run. You had convinced yourself it was a reaction to your bold decision while dancing. Even though Melissa assured you in the moment, maybe she had realized it was wrong, or too far.
As you got ready for bed, the two of you made small comments about the weekend, exchanging a few jokes and light laughs, but ultimately the conversations died and you were both relaxing in different parts of the suite, winding down for a little while with the TV on as background noise.
You periodically peered over your book, eyes admiring the woman on the couch, her glasses on the bridge of her nose as she scrolled on her phone. Every now and then her expression would twitch and change and her thumbs would move. You wondered who she was texting, or if she was just scrolling on her socials and you were once again overthinking it.
After an hour or so, and the rest of the mini bottles in the fridge, you both noticed the time and let out sighs in unison.
“Ready for bed?” she asked and you hesitated but nodded.
“I’m sad the weekend’s over already. I’m glad we don't have to work tomorrow though, so we could stay for the reception.” You said casually as you set your book down and slid under the covers.
“Me too, it would have sucked to have to drive back on a Sunday.” She added, pulling back her covers and taking off her reading glasses.
Your hand reached for the remote, flicking through the channels to find something slightly entertaining but not too distracting to lull you to sleep. You could feel the warmth radiating off the woman and it made your stomach twist. Still you remained nonchalant and just watched the dim television with half lidded eyes.
Suddenly her low voice cut through the silence.
“Hey hon?” She said and you hummed.
“Yeah?” Both of you remained facing forward as she continued.
“I remembered my question.” She said and you smirked, instantly remembering her unfinished inquiry from the night before.
“Really? What was it?” you questioned and she let out a shaky breath.
“It was…a joke, I was going to ask if you think all the pretending would bring up any, real feelings.” She hesitated and you felt your chest freeze, surely she knew about your ‘ulterior motives’ now.
“Oh..” was all you let out, clearly more hurt than you intended. Before you could come up with a catty remark you felt her turn on her side to face you, and you paused a moment.
“The thing is, I think I already know the answer.” She said and you turned on your side as well, finally meeting her gaze in the dim room. Your faces were only inches from one another and you found yourself holding your breath.
“You do?” You questioned. Worry and fear carried through in your tone, your eyes darting between hers as she nodded.
“When you kissed me, I could tell.” She said vaguely and you squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment.
“Melissa, I am so sorry if that made you uncomfortable. I totally was even thinking and-” before you could continue she was moving the short distance forward, her hand cupping your cheek as her lips met yours.
This time, Melissa knew there was no one here to see and she kissed you with an intense passion. Her lips enveloping yours and moving in sync with them as you allowed her to continue. Her thumb stroked your cheek before she pushed your hair away and scooted closer.
When she finally pulled away, your lips were pink and your breaths were deep.
“I could tell I really liked you. This whole situation has made me realize how much I care about you, and want to know you.” She spoke softly and you smiled.
“You don’t know how long I've wished to hear that.” You laughed and she raised a brow in surprise.
“Really?” she said in denial and you nodded.
“Can’t believe I have been so oblivious.” She added and your hand came to her waist.
“I haven't exactly given you any hints.” You claimed and she smiled.
“I don’t know what we are going to do about any of it, but I know I want you here.” she said with a slight seduction and you nodded.
“I don’t know either, but you are in charge and I will be happy with anything you give me.” You said softly, trying your best to sound sexy and romantic, and not just plain desperate.
Before another word left her lips, she was pressing them to yours with an intense need. You felt shocks travel through your skin and she pulled you closer to her, your legs touching beneath the covers. Her lips were soft and fit perfectly with yours, moving erotically but sensually.
The desperation was suddenly clear as you clung to one another tightly and she pulled your hips into hers, your chests pressing together as you made out in a pornographic passion.
You moaned into her mouth when you felt her knee rest between your legs and her hands pushed your hips down onto it, guiding you to grind your clothed center on her thigh. You were taken aback by her sudden discovery of feelings followed by the urgency to make out. However, you saw no sense in stopping or complaining in that manner.
She pulled away for a moment with heavy breaths.
“Is this okay?” She asked and you nodded before her question had finished.
“Yes, please don’t stop.” You smirked and she gripped your waist tighter as her lips found yours.
She pulled you impossibly closer and soon her hand was trailing up under your shirt to cup your bare breast, an erotic moan leaving your lips into hers as she pinched your nipple. Her tongue entered your mouth as it parted and the muscle danced with yours as you kissed slowly and deep.
You rolled your hips against her, the friction of your center on her thigh was causing a coil to tighten in you and you knew she was going to feel you through the fabric soon. Her fingers trailed down your stomach and toyed with the waistband of your satin shorts and you felt your skin fill with chills beneath her touch.
“Can I touch you baby?” she asked into your lips, her voice breathy and you felt the wetness between your thighs grow instantly.
“Yes, please.” You begged and she smiled wickedly at the need in your voice.
Her manicured fingers slid past the fabric and she raised a brow at the lack of underwear.
“Hoping for this?” She poked and your brows furrowed as you felt her grow closer to your throbbing cunt.
“Always be prepared.” you replied and she giggled before bringing your lips to hers.
Her hand continued and you squirmed beneath her touch, feeling as she finally met your heat. She cupped your core, fingers sliding through your folds with ease. She hummed into your kiss and you held her closer to you, your breasts rubbing against one another as you moved your hips slowly.
She moved her fingers back and forth before rubbing slow circles on your clit. Your hands roamed her body, tangling in her hair then gripping onto her large breasts. You shuttered under her touch, the way her fingers eased the burn building in your center.
She rolled to hover over you and you moaned into her again, this time it vibrated through your whole body and she smirked. She pulled away to watch your face with pleasure, her eyes looking between yours as she inserted a finger.
You threw your head back with you back arching up into her as she smiled, sucking her teeth proudly as you adjusted to the singular digit. It wasn't long before she could add another with how wet she had already made you. When she did she kept her gaze on yours, admiring how your face contorted from her motions.
“Fuck Melissa.” You moaned and she relished in the sounds. It was clear to the woman that no matter what happened after tonight, she needed to hear you like this for the rest of her days.
She began to move her fingers in and out of you and you grinded into her hand, your clit rubbing against the pads of her palm as her fingers buried into you deeper. Her lips returned to yours for a moment then she began to kiss your neck, leaving soft and faint bruises in some places.
You noticed her arm muscles flexing as she thrusted and this only made your insides tighten more. The sounds of you could be heard between the both of you and you swore all the sounds you both let out sounded more and more like a porno film, only more raw.
Suddenly her thumb found your clit, and with her middle and ring finger deep inside you, it caused a perfect blend of pleasure to help build up your orgasm. You moved into her more, her lips finding yours once again as she kissed you roughly.
Melissa was letting out moans of her own now, revelling in the way you were soaking all for her. Your leg hooked up on her waist to give her a sharper angle. Her skilled fingers thrusted higher and you felt your orgasm approaching.
“I’m close already, please slow down.” You muttered into her and she shook her head, increasing her speed.
“I want you to feel good, don't worry about time. Cum for me now.” She coaxed and you nodded, feeling her fingers massage and stroke inside of you, rubbing the sensitive spongey spot that always sent you over the edge.
Your hips rocked into her harder, pressing her fingers in deeply, rhythmically. You moaned into her and your breathing grew shallow as you approached your high. Fingers gripped her hair tightly as you felt her fingers thrust harder and faster. Moans escaped between kisses and your brows furrowed.
“Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” you stammered and she smiled, thrusting faster as you reached your peak. Your body convulsed and you tightened around her wet fingers. She allowed you to ride out your high before removing the digits.
“Good girl.” she chimed and you blushed. Luckily the reddened cheeks were hidden under the glow and flush of sex.
“Christ Melissa, that was amazing.” You said before kissing her once more, your bodies pressed closely as her hands found your hair again.
“I want to make you feel good everyday.” she said as she kissed down your neck and you laughed.
“Let me make you feel good.” You said, moving your hands to her hips but she stopped you.
“Seeing you cum on my fingers is all I need for now. We should get some sleep.” She quipped and you stirred in frustration before nodding.
“How can I just sleep with you here beside me?” you inquired and she tilted her head at you.
“I think you can handle yourself.” She winked and your chest fluttered as you both shifted into a comfortable cuddling position.
“What are we going to tell everyone?” You asked and she placed a kiss on your head, before humming as she thought.
“I guess we don’t have to say anything right away, we can cross that bridge when it comes.” She said wisely and you nodded, tilting your head to press a loving kiss to her lips.
“At least my family knows already.” She joked and you laughed.
The rest of the night was spent cuddling and exchanging random questions to learn everything about one another. Cuddling and chatting about life until you both drifted off to sleep and dreamt of each other.
warnings: oral sex (melissa receiving), face riding, hair pulling, praise, kinda begging, cum eating, overstim, fingering (melissa receiving), finger sucking??
𝓣thinking about eating Melissa out and how she would let you go at your own slow, almost teasing pace at first and let you feel in control as you give her pussy little kitten licks and occasionally suck on her clit, but then her hands would tangle in your hair, holding you at first, before her grip on your roots turns hard.
She would use your hair to anchor you in place as she grinds her soaking cunt down onto your face riding you like there's no tomorrow. Soft grunts would leave her lips as her clit bumps against your nose over and over, your tongue thrusting into her hole.
Her thick thighs would become vice like around your head as she got closer, and she'd begin to tell you how good you feel and how you'd better not stop / "Oh god, right there- please hon" / "just like that- oh right there-" / you'd be able to see the perfect 'o' her mouth formed just as her head tilted back, her hips grinding down against your face erratically as she comes in your mouth / "that's my good girl" / "fuck hon you're amazing" / "so good for me" / is all you'd hear as she comes down.
her hands would stay in your hair as you watch her full chest heave above you as if you'd just made her see stars and without even waiting for her to catch her breath again youd start sucking on her overstimulated clit "just one more baby" you'd murmer against her and the vibrations from that alone would be almost enough to make her scream
her thighs would clamp down around you, hard framing your face against her pale complexion and restricting your breathing, making you work faster between breaths. two of your fingers would find their way into her this time and your mouth would be fully focused on her throbbing bud.
before long she'd be thrashing against you once more, coming around your fingers and then gingerly lifting herself off of you, leaving you on your knees with a mouth and fingers covered in her slick. she'd smirk "you look like a sin, bambina" she would murmer before taking your fingers that had been in her moments ago, into her mouth sucking herself off of your digits.
Warnings: g!p Sevika, honestly both are kind of pathetic and begging 😅, use of toys (butt plug), breeding kink, creampie, light spanking and manhandling, praise, squirting, implications of multiple rounds.
Easter was more of children's holiday, especially if you aren't religious, like yourself. So you decided to try and come up with something to celebrate the holiday with Sevika that she'd actually enjoy. You knew a picnic wouldn't hit, even if it was becoming soring and getting warmer. And if you tried to set up an egg hunt for her you knew all you'd get was that 'are you serious?' look.
So you settled on something more... intimate.
Which was why you were now stood in front of the bedroom mirror, dressed in only a white lace bra with matching crotchless panties- but that wasn't the best part. You'd also purchased bunny ears and a bunny tail butt plug... if she hated it this could be easily the most embarrassing moment of your life.
Hopefully she loved it.
"Baby I'm back, I got those things you asked me to get from the- holy shit." Sevika stops dead in her tracks at the bedroom door, the grocery bag in her hand tumbling to the floor. She'd never seen you look so fucking hot in her entire life, and you had wore some pretty fantastic Halloween costumes but this? This took the cake. "Please. Please tell me this is for me and I get to ruin you."
You're already smiling as she approaches, her hands working to unbutton her pants. "It is... do you like?" You give her a 360, show casing the fluffy cotton ball butt plug that was nestled between you cheeks.
"Fuck... get on the bed right now, ass up love." Without hesitation you obey, crawling onto the bed with a giggle as you arch your back, pressing your chest down onto the sheets. Sevika was immediately behind you, one hand still clumisly working to get her pants of while the other gropes your cheeks. Spreading the two meaty globes apart to get a real good glimpse of the plug settled deep inside you. "This is the best fucking Easter of my life I swear baby... fuck look at you."
Her eyes drift to you pussy, open and glistening, ready for her. Your tight little hole clenching slightly at her words, that almost breaks whatever little restraint she had left. This really was a struggle for Sevika because she didn't want to take her hands off of you but her pants were practically cock blocking her and she was struggling to get them off with just one clumsy hand. "Spread 'em baby, keep 'em spread for that's it good girl..."
As you reach back to pull your cheeks apart she finally works quickly to shed of her pants and boxers, her cock twitching with excitement and the anticipation of being buried inside your warm cunt. "Mmm I assume this was a good Easter gift-" she promptly cuts you off with a hard spank across your cheeks as she steps closer, her knees hitting the edge of the bed as she drags her cock through your folds, lubing herself up.
"Ohhh my fuck-"
Sevika wasted no time sinking her cock inside you, where you felt so much tighter with that plug nestled in your ass, stretching you open. "Fuck baby you feel so fucking good-" She practically howls as she start fucking you in earnest. Watching your fatty cheeks bounce and jiggle with each snap of her hips had her tip leaking pre into you, her cock twitching with need.
"Gonna knock you up bunny, fuck yeah knock you up huh? Get you all nice 'n round for me in the summer yeah?" Her hands found purchase on your hips as she pulled you back onto her, stuffing her cock impossibly deeper.
"Nghh Sevika pl-please... oh my god it's sooo fucking deep baby pleasepleaseplease..." despite your brain telling you that you couldn't take her deeper your body didn't get the memo as your hips were pushing back into her.
The thought of wearing all of your pretty summer dresses over a swollen bump had you clenching around her- Sevika had always, always, wanted to get you pregnant. Ever since the first time she took you, she was always whispering sweet nothings about how pretty you'd look all stuffed full and how babies... and now the idea had been planted- literally. And you couldn't think of anything better.
"Jesus you're clenching around me bun, you want that huh? Want me to knock you up bunny? Tell me. Tell me you want it baby please-" one hand left your hip to cup your jaw, pulling your head back so she could hear your answer along with your pretty little whimpers each time the tip of her cock bullied that spongey spot inside you. "Wan' it Sevika please... please put a baby in my please- need it... mmph god I need it baby please."
It was honeslty a little pathetic, both of you were begging each other to get you knocked up...
"Good bunny that's it love, keep squeezin' my cock just like that... gonna milk me dry baby." Her words only encouraged you pussy to clamp tighter around her, sucking her in as deep as possible. The fur from your little bunny tail was tickling her pelvis with each thrust and it only reminded her then that you were also full there too.
Her other hand on you hip slid down between your cheeks as she tugged on the plug, twisting it around and pushing it deeper in time with her thrusts- and the beautiful whine thatearned her almost- almost sent her over the edge. You felt impossibly full, like your body physically couldn't take anything else inside but you could. You would for Sevika.
The dual sensation of her cock pummeling into you while simultaneously twisting and fucking your ass with the plug sent you tumbling over. "Fuuuck baby fuckfuckfuuuck-" all you could do was whine and take her harsh thrusts as you came all over her shaft, soaking everything in the process. Your tail, her thighs, your thighs- everything was covered, dripping with your release as she fucked you through it.
The only indication that Sevika had finally let herself fall over the edge was the deep rumbling groan she let out as her hips stilled, her cock twitching as she pumped you full, so full that the creamy white was seeping out around her length. "God you look so pretty like this bunny... so fucking full of me."
And you were full, too full, stuffed full of her, and you couldn't think of a better way to spend this lazy Sunday. Though you knew with this outfit and the clear invitation of being fucked that one round was not enough, you'd be here all day, taking Sevika over and over again until she was certain you'd drained her dry and you were pregnant...
not proofread, strap use, top!sevika, kinda sub!sevika, slight powerbottom! reader, sevika is a certified drooler, kinda rough sex but not really, hair pulling s!receiving, doggystyle, missionary
not my best work but idk deal with it
blinded by horniness while writing this
sevika was pounding into you from behind when you felt it. little droplets of something dripping onto your butt and down your back. it made you shiver from the slight tickle and you quickly realized what was up.
sevika drools a lot. and you love it, of course, but she sometimes forgets to keep track of her mouth when she's really into fucking you. like now, rutting into your cunt from behind, holding onto your hips while groaning and moaning and too lost in it to care or notice she's actively drooling on you.
you looked back at her over your shoulder, your brows furrowed in pleasure. she noticed you moving and leaned in over your back, rubbing her cheek and jaw on your shoulder and neck while groaning, not letting up her hips' perfect rhythm. you reached your hand behind sevika's head, partially pulling her in as you crawled your fingers along her scalp and squeezed you hand into a fist, grabbing her hair firmly.
you felt sevika's legs tremble as she let out a pathetic moan, her rhythm faltering. she stopped for a second, out of breath while her release dribbled from the base of the strap down onto the sheets. you giggleed breathlessly "did you just cum?" you asked her, amused. she nodded into your neck, a bit embarrassed at cumming first.
"keep going" you bumped your butt into her "i didn't cum yet" you said with a smile. sevika nodded and gently rolled you over and into missionary. she began thrusting again, overstimulating herself in effort to make you feel good.
the strap started kissing and nudging your sweet spot over and over again, pulling you back into that bubble of pleasure. you leaned your head back, moaning and sighing as sevika did her very best to please you. you watched her pant and whine, how she bit her lip...
you reached your hand towards her mouth, setting your thumb under her chin, your middle and index finger behind her bottom row of teeth and pulled her in just millimeters from your face.
you could feel her hot breath in your face while she let you toy with her, thrusting deeper and rolling her hips just the way you like. she stared into your eyes like a puppy, desperate to know if she was doing good.
you chuckled breathlessly, your chuckle breaking into a moan as she hit your sweet spot particularily well. that was all the validation she needed.
she gave small licks to your fingers which were still in her mouth, another orgasm building in her abdomen.
you began feeling the build of your climax wrapping around your thighs like a ribbon, crawling up your spine. with a few final thrusts sevika came once more in sync with you, watching you moan and buck up against her.
sevika didn't pull the strap out when she leaned down to hug you, breathing shakily while the aftershocks pulsated through her. you smiled softly while caressing her cheek with your spit-covered fingers. not that she cared, after all, everything she really needed was for you to be satisfied.
hiii!! can i please request melissa x reader, where they are secretly together and at the holiday party ava hosts for the teachers melissa gets jealous when someone starts flirting with the reader
smut please and some comfort
-I owe it all to you-
Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
Gender:Soft, Smut, love
Warning:Mention of cheating, Smut
Summary: You and Melissa were in a secret relationship, you show how much you know her when you help her calm down after a jealous attack.
Hiii, thanks for the request! I'm back to work now, so it's probably going to take me a little longer to write than before. Thank you for your funny and supportive comments, they make my day ❤️
Soft sheets, protective hugs, sweet caresses on your skin, sweet whispers of love, crazy night of passion, legs intertwined, soft snoring by your side, hug around your waist, her body close to yours spooning, simple perfection.
And then, a distant sound calling you to wake up from the perfect morning you were having. You lazily opened your eyes and reached for your cell phone to stop the alarm, only it wasn't your cell phone that rang, it was from the beautiful woman who was hugging you and sleeping next to you. Carefully you turned in her arms to face her and began to give her little kisses to wake her up, the redhead started laughing and hugged you tighter, hiding in your neck with her eyes still closed
-"Mel... I need to get up, or else you're going to have to take me to work and they'll see us together..."-You whispered and she let out a groan
-"5 more minutes like this"-she whispered against your neck and you laughed
-"Fine, but turn off that whiny alarm please..."-You replied and when she let go of you to turn to turn it off, you took the opportunity to get out of her grip and quickly got up from bed
-"Hey!"- The redhead screamed, looking at you a little disappointed that you had gotten up but smiling to see you naked and with your body full of marks that she had made the night before.
-"Eyes up her sweetheart"-You pointed to your eyes and she nodded, smiling arrogantly
-"Oh, I'm well aware where your eyes are, but I'm well aware where your other beautiful body parts are too. I'm admiring those right now..."-She replied and you laughed, shaking your head-"Can we have a quickie? To start the morning off right..."-Melissa tried to convince you with her beautiful green eyes, but you shook your head and looked away looking for what to wear
-"No matter how much I want to, it's going to get late... Can I wear one of your shirts? No one will know it's yours because I don't fill it out like you do and it looks different on me because you have bigger boobs...-You asked and she nodded, she loved to see you wearing her clothes at work, it was like saying you were hers even though others didn't know.
After getting dressed, you said goodbye to the redhead to go to work.
A few minutes later, Melissa and Barbara arrived together, always sharing a car to spend and pollute less. You greeted them both, as if you hadn't spent the whole night at her house and woke up next to the redhead. Mel started looking for her breakfast things without finding her cup for coffee, when she was about to ask, she saw that you were using it with a big smile on your face, so she didn't say anything and grabbed your cup to make herself a coffee.
-"I thought you would come with us this morning sharing the car, I was surprised when Mel said that we would not pick you up because you were not home because you had not spent the night there but somewhere else..."-Barbara commented in a suggestive tone and you looked sideways at Melissa
-"Yeah... I was at a friend's house" - You replied without giving it much thought
-"And all your friends fill you with marks like you have on your cleavage?"-Barbara commented and you blushed more without knowing what to answer making the two women laugh.
While the three of you were having breakfast, Mel sent a message to your cell phone saying that you had left your bra at her home, after reading it you laughed and blushed a little avoiding looking at the redhead, who was using her cell phone and acting as if nothing had happened.
-"It's that your 'friend'?" - Barbara asked again, and you laughed without answering.
After the long day of school, you went to see Mel in her classroom, to confirm if the two of you would go to the party Ava had organized, when the redhead confirmed it, you greeted her and went home to get dressed.
The atmosphere at school, once the kids left, was a completely different thing. The lights were down, they had rented a bar for drinks and another for food, there was a dj and some lights for the dance, all held in the gym.
Where did the money for that come from? You had no idea, what you did know was that Ava looked very happy to finally put her name on something, the 'Avafest' she called it.
When the doors of the gym opened, you adjusted your tight dress a little and walked in to see how several teachers danced and ate. Your eyes scanned the crowd looking for a certain redhead, when you found her, you smiled to see that she was already looking at you. Melissa was wearing a green dress that hugged her in all the right places next to her leather jacket that you loved so much. You were about to walk towards her until another of the teachers pulled you aside to talk to you and have a few drinks, you only managed to give her a delicate and discreet smile at Mel before you went with the other teachers.
All night long you wanted to join her without making it too obvious, but they took your attention away from her again and again. You felt the redhead's gaze on you, but you couldn't do much to go with her without drawing attention to yourself.
The whole school knew you were single, as your relationship with the redhead was secret, so there was no reason for them to stop flirting with you, especially now that there were no students present.
One of the teachers, who was very aware that you liked women and who had a couple of drinks on her, invited you to dance. At first you accepted because you didn't see anything wrong with that, but as soon as she started touching your body too much and getting very close to you, you started to feel uncomfortable. You looked up to find some excuse to get out of that situation, but when your gaze met the redhead's, your heart contracted at how upset she looked. Her hands were clenched at her side, her brow furrowed, her cheeks red and her eyes narrowed, she was jealous and you knew it. She didn't like it when they flirted with you, let alone when they were touching you the way they were now. When the teacher behind you played with the hem of your dress, Melissa retreated angrily from the gym into the hallways to try to calm herself down. You quickly pulled away from the teacher and walked out of the gym looking for the redhead.
Jealousy in Melissa wasn't something you liked to see, it wasn't the typical jealousy that made you end up in bed with her mercilessly devouring you all night, Melissa's jealousy was a big trigger to her insecurities, she had already been cheated on once while she was married, who assured her that you, being northing more than her secret girlfriend, you'd still be faithful to her when a better opportunity presented itself.
As you ran after her, you found her in the teacher's room trying to get a bag of snacks out of the machine, which wasn't working very well and wasn't helping the woman's anger. You carefully approached her and took her hand as she was about to hit the machine with her fist
-"Mel..."-You whispered behind her and she sighed turning to look at you, her eyes were red as if she was about to cry. Gently, with your free hand you caressed her cheek and she closed her eyes leaning on your palm-"I'm here, I'm with you...I want to be with you and no one else..."
-"I know, I'm sorry for running away, I just don't like to see them flirt with you or touching you... Like if you were single" - She muttered without opening her eyes and you laughed
-"I don't like to be touched either... But in their defense, I AM single..."-You replied and she rolled her eyes walking a little away from you. Taking advantage of the distance, you locked the door to the break room and sat down on the counter looking at the redhead-"I'm single, but I'm yours..."-You smiled and began to pull your dress up to your waist under the woman's intense gaze
-"What are you doing?"-The redhead asked, walking up to you and standing between your legs
-"I know you... And I know you want to mark me so they know I'm yours, so they keep their hands away from me... Do it"-You suggested and the redhead smiled, in seconds her lips were on yours, desperate but loving, eager to try you again, eager to feel you close again. You carefully wrapped your legs in her, pulling her closer to you, her hands gripping your bare waist and she squeezed you tightly. You knew how Mel was, on occasions like these when she was jealous, she needed to have her time to feel you fully, to kiss every part of you, to engrave your body in her mind and engrave her kisses on your body, but it was only a matter of time before someone noticed that you were no longer there and went out to find you and interrupted you-"Melissa... We don't have much time"-You whispered and she nodded biting your lip, easily lifting your body off the counter for a few seconds and taking off your underwear and then leaving you sitting again. Melissa's kisses moved down from your lips to your jaw and then to your neck, as her hands forcefully massaged your thighs. Small moans escaped your lips, but the redhead gave you a warning look to keep quiet. With her long fingers, Mel parted your outer lips smiling at the skin of your neck as she felt how wet you were. Her full lips began to leave kisses and marks from your collarbone down, even between your breasts, they were very visible marks with the dress you were wearing but they were also easy to cover for when you had to teach the next day. You bit your lip hard as you felt the redhead's fingers part your walls and entering you, her cold rings only added to the pleasure when they touched your skin as the redhead had stuck two of her fingers completely into you. After she covered you with marks, the redhead kissed you again with strength and passion as her fingers went in and out of you. Only a few seconds had passed and your walls were already contracting against her, Melissa always knew how to touch you to be melting for her in a matter of minutes, playing the right moves, touching the right places, in addition to the adrenaline of the moment, only added to your desire. When the redhead began to caress your clit with her thumb without stopping pumping inside you, the spasms began, and seconds later, you came on the redhead's fingers kissing her hard to hide your moans.
Mel kissed you for a few more seconds as you recovered and hugged her. Then she withdrew her fingers from you and licked them smiling at you with a smug face making you laugh.
-"Better?" - You whispered almost airlessly
-"Much better. You look so gorgeous, I love you so much" - The redhead replied without realizing it and you blushed, it was the first time she said it. You couldn't contain your smile and kissed her again
-"I love you too.."-You whispered against her lips.
After a few more kisses, Melissa helped you arrange your clothes and remove her lip gloss from your face and then go back to the party together.
As soon as you entered, the dark lights and loud music surrounded you again.
While the music was playing, you took the opportunity to stay close to the redhead listening to how the remix of Black Eyed Peas the Time sounded on the speakers, you jumped next to her dancing, smiling and singing to her while she smiled and sang next to you.
Everyone else took that interaction as normal, except for Barbara who was watching you from afar, who had seen the redhead's anger, how you ran after her and how, when she came back, Mel's mood had completely changed and your body was full of marks that were noticeable even with the low lights. Everything started to fall into place when she saw how the redhead smiled at you and looked adoringly as she sang "I had the time of my life, and I never felt this way before, and I swear this is true and I owe it all to you". Tomorrow she would have a long conversation with her best friend, but today she would let her enjoy herself.
(suggestive) thoughts about sevika having poor self control,, getting her into a nnn bet. you know she can't say no, because her competitive nature doesn't allow it. . .
watching her lose more control day by day, noticing her touching you more the further time goes. she'd brag about how "easy" it was, keeping her fingers away from you, almost performatively, the first two to three days. it gets harder though.
her tracing your bare stomach when your pjs slipped up in bed, upon asking, she just states that your skin feels very soft. vika nestling her head between your thighs while taking a nap, borderline sniffing your skin, nose pressing against the flesh, "new shampoo?" ≋(￣﹃￣)≋ you know she's just using excuses to get to touch you, grope you.
i mean srsly who wants to 'feel the material' of your new jeans while actively palming your ass??? nobody does that.
her restraint gets so bad, somewhere three days before december first, that she ruts against your ass while you were innocently making dinner. practically giving you faux backshots, while whining something under her breath. when you state that she just lost the bet she'd mumble smth akin to "that shit doesn't count."
