18+ . bestfriend!sevika x reader . smut . kinda short . eye contact kink . oral sex . bestfriends to lovers . request based on this ask
"no way she actually said that to her," sevika snorts, shaking her head. her short dark hair is messy from running her fingers through it all night. "your friends are unhinged, kid."
you and sevika sit cross-legged on your mattress, pillows shoved behind your backs, the glow from your phone screen lighting up both your faces as she scrolls through the latest drama from your group chat.
you roll your eyes but grin anyway, tossing a pillow at her thigh. "says the woman who punched a guy just over a parking spot!"
sevika catches the pillow easily, smirking. her tank top clings to her chest, and you try not to stare too long at the way her biceps flex when she shifts... and those jiggle physics lol.
"alright, it's my turn now," she setting the pillow aside. her voice drops a little lower, still casual but with that edge she gets when she's about to push. "be honest, and real honest. you ever touch yourself thinking 'bout me?"
the question lands like a spark on dry grass. you blink at her, then roll your eyes hard, cheeks burning hot. "seriously? that's the question you're going with? you literally could go with any other question but you chose this.. this.." you trail off as sevika just watches you, one eyebrow raised, waiting. she doesn't laugh it off or change the subject. she just sits there, patient and cocky and definitely knows the answer based on your reaction.
you look away, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "fuck off, sev."
"cmon," she presses, voice smooth and teasing. "we've been best friends for years. you can tell me anything." her tone is light but there's heat underneath it "...or are you too much of a stubborn brat to admit it?"
you huff, refusing to meet her eyes. she asks again, softer this time, and again until the silence stretches and your resistance cracks. finally you mutter, barely above a whisper, "yeah. sometimes. happy now?"
sevika's smirk widens, and oh she grins, but inside her chest is doing somersaults. she's had a crush on you for months, hell, longer -- and hearing you say it out loud makes her pulse race. she leans in a little closer, voice dropping into that flirty drawl she saves for when she wants to get under your skin. "thought so. betcha get reaal wet doing it too huh? picturing these hands on you?" she puts her hands on your waist.
you squirm, trying to hide how turned on you already are. sevika's eyes are dark, locked on you, and she notices the way you keep glancing away. she reaches out, gentle but firm, tilting your chin up with two fingers. "eyes on me, sweetheart. none of that looking away shit."
your breath catches. she's older, bigger, stronger, but there’s nothing rough about the way she holds your gaze -- only that steady, soft dominance that makes you want to melt and fight it at the same time.
"sev…" you start, but she’s already moving, shifting so she’s kneeling between your legs and pressing kisses on your thighs. her hands slide up your thighs, pushing your shorts aside with easy confidence. "been wanting to do this for a while," she murmurs voice husky. she hooks her fingers in the waistband and tugs your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion, exposing you to the cool air and her hungry stare.
you're already slick. so freaking wet, and she notices. her grin turns wicked. "oh sweetheart. look at that, all this just from admitting you finger yourself to me?" she spreads your thighs wider, settling in like she belongs there. her tongue flicks out, teasing your clit with one slow deliberate lick that makes your hips jerk. "keep those pretty eyes on me while i eat this pussy."
sevika doesn't rush. she takes her time, licking broad stripes up your slit, circling your clit with the tip of her tongue before sucking it gently between her lips. everytime your gaze starts to drift she stops, nipping at your inner thigh. "eyes. here." her voice vibrates against you, and you force yourself to watch as she devours you. tongue working in firm, wet strokes, nose brushing your mound.
she slips two thick fingers into her mouth first, sucking them slow and obscene, getting them nice and wet with her saliva while she holds eye contact. then she slides them inside you, curling just right as her tongue keeps working your clit. the stretch feels perfect, her fingers thick and skilled, pumping in a steady rhythm that has you gasping.
"fuck sev!!" you whine, one hand fisting and punching the sheets while the other pulls her hair. she hums in approval despite the pain on her scalp, the sound sending vibrations through your core. her free hand grips your hip, holding you down when you try to grind against her face.
sevika pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. "gon' write my name right here," she says, tapping your clit with her tongue. "so ya remember who this pussy belongs to."
she dives back in, tongue tracing the letters of her name across your swollen folds. slow, deliberate strokes spelling out s-e-v-i-k-a♡ against your sensitive skin. each letter makes you shudder, the wet heat of her mouth driving you higher. she doesn’t stop until she’s finished with that stupid heart, then seals her lips around your clit and sucks hard, fingers curling deeper inside you.
your orgasm hits hard, thighs trembling around her head as you moan her name loudly. sevika works you through it, licking softly now, easing off only when your hips stop twitching. she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then another to your mound, before crawling up to pull you against her breasts.
"there’s my girl," she murmurs, voice soft and full of praise. her big arms wrap around you, one hand stroking your back in slow circles. "did s'good for me. so fuckin' pretty when you come." she kisses your forehead, your temple, your lips, anywhere she can reach. "you okay? need water? blanket?"
you nod against her, still catching your breath, and she chuckles low in her throat. "bratty little thing. betcha gonna be even more stubborn next time just to get me to do that again."
How do Minecraft horror args turn into homoerotic tension between either player x player or (even better) player x cosmic horror beyond human comprehension?
I'm on an overwatch/zarya kick so one more post: I genuinely don't like her overwatch 2 redesign and I haven't liked it since it dropped. I think for most of them I can enjoy the changes that were made, but hers feels so bizarre to me.
People can have their own opinions but her new design feels so much more corporate than her initial one, which is strange because this is supposed to be her post departure from Volskya. Her original look felt more expressive and messy. Her new look feels like a uniform. Yes I like that she's got more tattoos now, but between the pony tail and the monochromatic color scheme it just feel so boring.
I never use her overwatch 2 default or recolor skins because I just don't like them.
