an◞ also this was originally going to start off as a cute series but things took a turn and I've written Toji to be a complete BUM 😭 let it be known that if he was my husband, he'd be GONE. I'm not dealing with that hot mess.
This is one of the most ridiculous and predatory takes I’ve ever seen. Of course adults don’t want minors interacting with them, especially when their blog is explicitly NSFW. Teenagers are constantly changing and maturing; the difference in mindset between 16 and 18 is massive. I was so much more self-aware and sentient at 18 than I ever was at the months even leading up to my 18th birthday. Not to mention, interacting in a sexual context with people under 18 is illegal and deeply frowned upon in most places.
NIGGAAAAAA. fucking clearly hello ???? i reposted ts because it made me chuckle. dontttttt come on my page tryna check me like that when i haven’t done anything wrong. like ive stated: i don’t entertain drama.
i don’t even post fr yall just need someone to hate on ✌️✌️✌️but still i can see why that would come off as weird, so i do apologize for that. i will simply take the repost down
why are u following and interacting with a 16 year old aren’t u like 20?
uhhh if ur talking @lasciviousbae her account is lit 15 PLUS so … ???? i like and reblog her stuff duh but i don’t talk to her. we’re simply mutuals and that’s that. now that’s being said. yall will NOT! bring drama over here yo i don’t entertain this.
♪ CONTENT ┆studying chemistry, fingering, pussy slapping, college au, squirting, strap, praise kink, dom!ellie, sub!reader, mention of reward
୨ৎ TUTOR!ELLIE has her fingers knuckle-deep in your sweet pussy as your wetness slid down her calloused digits. Her glasses are perched on the tip of her little button nose, she would’ve looked cute in this setting if she didn’t have her fingers so deep in you. “So, let’s start with the first question, babe,” she says, her voice is calm and steady, her fingers don’t even twitch inside you. “We’ll start easy. When a metal carbonate decomposes by heat, what two types of products are always formed?”
“Um…” you know the answer but her digits inside you are too distracting to focus easily. You swallow and mumble, “metal oxide and carbon dioxide?”
“Are you asking me or are you answering me, babe?” Ellie teases, flicking your clit— words not exactly cruel but not gentle either. You whine softly, jolting a little in your seat. “A-answering.”
“Be more confident.”
୨ৎ TUTOR!ELLIE asks, “which metal carbonate does not decompose when heated; sodium carbonate or copper(II) carbonate?” her breath fans over the skin of your neck making you shiver. “W-which metal carbonate— what?” Your lips part dumbly. Ellie chuckles under her breath, curling her fingers and starts pumping them slowly as she whispers. “Dumb girl, need me to repeat, yeah?” You nod. “I’m sorry, I just… you feel so good…”
“I know.” Ellie stills her fingers, and asks again, “I asked you, which metal carbonate doesn’t decompose when heated between sodium carbonate and copper(II) carbonate.” You stare into the distance before glancing up. “Copper(II) carbonate?” Ellie tuts, her fingers dragging out to land a slap on your pussy. You gasp, “hey!”
“Well, don’t blame me. You’re the one who got it wrong.” Ellie says condescendingly, rubbing your cunt before she sinks in her digits again, pumping relentlessly. “Sodium carbonate does not decompose when heated.” She brushes your g-spot making your hips buck. “Copper(II) carbonate does decompose— it breaks into copper(II) oxide and carbon dioxide. It turns from green to black.”
୨ৎ TUTOR!ELLIE makes you repeat the questions you get wrong just a few times to ensure you feel humiliated enough in the moment. You’re trembling, hands gripping the edges of the table with your legs spread out under it. Ellie’s fingers are once again static in your pussy, she places her thumb on your clit and asks.
“So, go ahead, baby— which metal carbonate does not decompose when heated; sodium carbonate or copper(II) carbonate?” You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, tears of frustration burning but you won’t let it show. “Copper(II) carbonate… goes from green to black… becomes copper(II) oxide and carbon dioxide gas…” you croak out.
“Good girl.” Ellie smirks a little before asking, “why don’t Group-1 carbonates, like sodium carbonate and potassium carbonate, decompose easily when heated?” You stammer, “u-um… that’s ‘cause metal ions are small and strongly attracted to carbonate ions.” You fall quiet for a second and then resume. “This means they need a lot of heat energy to break the bonds…”
“That’s right, bunny. Good job.” She moves her fingers to graze your g-spot again, thumb working on your clit— rubbing tight circles until your pussy spasms and you squirt everywhere. Your eyes widen. “I just— it…”
“Shhhhh, just let me tutor you.” Ellie whispers before she’s already moving onto the next question, “which decomposes easier when heated— magnesium carbonate or calcium carbonate? And why?” You glance. “I… El, I don’t think I can…”
“I’ll make you cum real good this time, I promise, baby…” You stare off into the distance, wrecking your brain to squeeze out information. Then you mutter, Magnesium ions are smaller than Calcium ions… so stronger ionic attraction to the carbonate and more heat needed to break bonds. That’s why— umm— Magnesium needs more energy to break down in comparison to Calcium.” You blink at her nervously. “That’s why Calcium decomposes easily…”
“Now that’s a good girl.”
୨ৎ TUTOR!ELLIE fucks you with her strap, drilling into you with precision as her mouth left open kisses down the column of your neck. “You’re doing so good, so smart.” She whispers before giving you a quick kiss. As she thrusts, the bed freaks and the bed frame hits the wall over and over. She was skinny but damn was she strong. You don’t know what to do with your hands so you just hold onto her shoulders, nails digging into her skin and leaving marks that you knew she will wear like a trophy the next day.
୨ৎ TUTOR!ELLIE pants from the intensity of her own fucking, before she shoots her next question, “sodium hydrogen carbonate decomposes on heating, what does it form?” For someone who’s thrusting at her speed, her voice is strangely steady. You cry to stir clear of any dirty thoughts in your head but it doesn’t work. How will your brain respond properly when her beautiful naked body hovers over your own? All you see is her and that’s all you need.
But the suspense remains and you know the only way to earn your orgasms is answering her questions correctly. You take a pause, then you stammer out the answer— “u-uh, it forms sodium carbonate a-and, it gives off… carbon dioxide gas.” She waits for a few seconds, quirks an eyebrow and slams her cock deep inside. “And?”
“A-and, water vapor! Water vapor…” you quickly add knowing that if she wanted to she could punish you for this mistake. But Ellie doesn’t seem to be in the punishing mood. She grins, full-blown silly happy smile. “I think we’ve covered thermal decomposition thanks to my princess’s spectacular cooperation.”
You roll your eyes fondly before hooking around her. Ellie grunts and grabs your hips, lifting you slightly off the mattress as she pounds your pussy hard. You gasp, biting down on the curve of her shoulder, moans coming out muffled as she drives you to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm.
୨ৎ TUTOR!ELLIE tutors you the best, and you know there’s a massive treat in for you if you top your exam.
Why r u gettin so worked up over sum fictional ship... it’s not even that bad, like it’s not incest or smth
Fuck yourself. It's grooming. It's pedophilia. It's disgusting. They saw each other as very clear father-daughter. If you try to twist it any other way, it's fucking incest. It's a power imbalance. It's rape, Ellie is 14 when they ship her with Joel in his forties.
a year later … hey … not proofread, written on my phone. enjoy.
part one.
the woman was pent up. you watched sevika writhe under you subtly. her face staying static, her face covered with frustration and a bit of impatience. her eyes focused on the placement of your hands. the short nails that dancing along her tepid skin, your palm admiring her muscles, and suddenly fluttering to her belly. she refused to meet your eyes as she huffed out a fiery groan.
“are you going to fuck me or waste my time?”
those grey eyes were darkened with a furious hunger. her chest heaved as you pretend you didn’t hear her. you trace the outline of her underwear, stroking delicately and she turns her head to close her eyes. you breach the fabric as she holds her breath, learning that she can’t expect much from a tease.
“come on,” she yelped now lifting her hips ever so slow, chasing your fingers.
you crawled up a bit to plant a kiss on her cheek that was turned away from you. you suck against her jaw and then to her throat. she exhaled a breath of release that shocked you both. she whined. she was more reactive to a simple kiss than anything else.
a flash of moments of when sev would be laying on the mat after destabilizing her floated in your mind. she was vulnerable to you. so vulnerable. you take your opposite hand and turn her face towards yours. you kiss her gently. not chasing after anything in particular but a silent acknowledgment.
“please.” she finally sighs warmly.
it triggers something primal in you. because you find yourself between her thighs, inhaling her workout from today and her arousal. sevika props herself up to watch you breath against her. her legs were so thick that when you came to grasp the underside of them, it only covered a small portion of her skin.
you press your tongue on the inside of her leg and draw a stripe there. then the same on the other until you nestle your lips onto her clit, letting your face fall into the thick coils there. sev’s belly rose and fell as you kissed her bulging clit. it was thick and hanging just enough for you to suck it off. you instinctively close your eyes and bob your head.
sevika was quiet but her grunts filled the room perfectly, exposing her satisfaction. you thought you were handling her just how she needed, when she placed her mech-arm behind your head and fucked your face. you were breathless — her force and cum filling you. in between the laps, sev heard you plead for her: “cum in my mouth sevika, please. give it to me.”
sevika lit up at her name in your filthy mouth.
“yeah? i’ll let you have it.” she said groaned.
her body bundled up as she climaxed, using both her hands to stuff your face farther into her pussy to spill into your mouth. her abs contracted as you fucked her through it. once she propped herself back on her elbows you showed her your face, covered in her slick, then opened your mouth to let her cum slip out onto her pussy. she smiled at the brutish sight. relishing in the mess before you took your tongue to clean her up from ass to clit.
you slowly make your way up to the head of the bed where sev lies back on a pillow. “i’m gonna light up,” she said reaching towards her bedside table. “then, im going to take that pussy from you.”
summary: you and sevika have worked together for quite some time, but you've never had the chance to have a decent conversation with her. when silco assigns the two of you on an overnight job, you're forced to share a hotel room with her. turns out, she's liked you longer than she's willing to admit.
tags: an office romance if you squint, reader just takes a lot of inventory for silco and that's kinda their job, cuddling and sharing body heat, cunnilingus, strap-on usage, sevika is kinda a loser (but a cute one), sevika has a crush on the reader first, semi-forced proximity
notes: its a little funny how terrified i was to write smut and now i'm writing more and more! as always, thanks to my proofreader @massiveragingdyke <3 this is my first fic i'm writing entirely in lowercase (and it might be my last lol), but let me know what you guys prefer! much love, hope you guys enjoy it!
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traveling hadn't been so much of an issue for you. if silco needed something done, in most cases, you were able to fulfill his requests. most of your coworkers had the decency to be cordial with you; though many of them had their… quirks, nobody had been a prominent issue towards you. as one of silco's employees would, you spent a lot of time moving around. sometimes, you'd have to stay overnight. you made it a habit of conditioning your body to prolong consciousness until the late hours of the night so that you could make it home instead.
however, on this occasion, you weren't presented an opportunity where you could just head home. what separated this task from the many others silco had assigned to you was who had been accompanying you.
sevika.
you'd never spoken to her beyond brief work conversations— its been nearly two years of working with sevika, and yet this is the first time you've ever really been put in a situation where you had to spend some time with her. the premise of the job had been simple: sevika needed to "have a word" with some competitor bar who had been causing trouble with shipments, and you needed to take inventory on exactly how much shimmer supply the bar had been smuggling. the plan had been been a two period phase, where you and sevika had to stay in a hotel on the block overnight and continue in the morning.
the first phase, taking inventory, had been easy enough. you'd gone in by yourself— generally, you seemed non-threatening. you kindly inquired about the shimmer, and the numbers were handed right to you with ease. good thing the barkeep was drunk. scoping out the structure of the bar, you exited and met back with sevika, informing her of the setup. she simply nodded and walked with you to the inn you were meant to stay at.
the conversation you have with her, like most of them typically are, is short and to the point. you try your best to be a little social with her. "you have something to sleep in?" you inquire, noticing that all she has is her little satchel hidden under her cloak.
"yeah."
she's not much of a talker, as you've noticed. "really, now? it fit in there?"
"not much to fit into it."
confused, you wonder if she plans on sleeping in her jeans and cloak. it wouldn't surprise you if sevika slept in her cloak; she tends to keep it on whenever possible. the jeans, however, are a different matter: not only would it be uncomfortable, it would be a little unhygienic…
sevika stops in front of you, and you nearly hit her back. "you're going to walk past the door."
"oops."
she holds the door open for you, and you give her a polite nod as you walk in with her. she does most of the handling of the room; she gives the clerk a strong glare, and the clerk hands the key over. the clerk had already known who sevika is. if only the clerk knew that sevika hadn't really been giving her a dirty look, and had instead just been using her resting face. she's not that scary, you don't think.
following sevika's lead, you walk up two flights of stairs and head down a narrow hallway. upon opening the door, you realize that there's only one bed in the room. it didn't seem much an issue, though. "you okay with sharing?" you ask sevika.
"doesn't matter to me."
great. "you want to shower first, or can i go?"
"go 'head."
not much of a talker, still. sighing, you pluck your pajamas from your backpack and make for the bathroom. you allow the lukewarm water to cascade your skin as you scrub yourself with soap. you couldn't exactly bring a washcloth to the hotel, but for tonight, you suppose it'll do. after you dry off and slip into your night clothes, the first thing you notice is how cold it is in the hotel room. goosebumps immediately raise to your skin as you step back into the main room. "bathroom's free," you inform sevika, heading over to the bed. sevika shuts the bathroom door behind her without much of a word.
under the covers, you huddle your limbs together, trying to retain some semblance of warmth. you shouldn't have brought shorts and a tank top. allowing a deep exhale to escape your lips, you mull over the events of today in your head. inventory's been taken, so that's one item out of the way. sevika was intent on beating their asses regardless of inventory, so tomorrow should be fairly smooth as well. anyone who gave silco any problems was bound to get a mouthful from her.
after fifteen minutes, sevika exits the bathroom, clad in a pair of black boxers and a white tank top. guess it did fit in her satchel. there are remnants of water on her forehead, slicking her hair back slightly. now, only your face feels hot. she sits on the bed next to you, letting out a quiet grunt. seeing sevika like this is confusing you; you'd always known she was good looking, but seeing her here like this? you try to push the thoughts to the back of your mind, not wanting it to interfere with your task at hand: getting to sleep.
she must be crazy, sleeping in her undergarments in this weather. you've retracted into yourself entirely, though you can't seem to warm yourself up. "what's wrong with you?" sevika asks bluntly as she dries herself off with the towel. she must've heard or felt your shivering.
you let out a quiet breath. "cold."
"its not that cold in here?" sevika questions. she stands, hanging her towel in the bathroom before returning to the bed.
another sigh escapes you. "i'd beg to differ."
sevika pulls the covers back slightly, shifting her arm out of your way. "lay next to me," she offers.
you blink. your heart speeds up; you hadn't even considered that sevika would want to be close to you like this. "you sure?"
"wouldn't offer if i wasn't," sevika responds. she's warm, and so, so inviting. tentatively, you crawl over to her side of the bed. your thigh slots between both of hers, and your arm lays against her collarbone. "said next to me, not on me." quickly feeling embarrassed, you had motioned to remove yourself from her, but she stops you. "was joking. you don't have to move."
tentatively, you rest your head on her shoulder. shit, she is warm. you feel her hand cupping your head, holding you against her. "you're warm," you mutter, trying to do anything to quell how awkward the air feels. strangely, sevika doesn't seem to share your nervousness at all.
"there a reason you don't like talking to me?" sevika asks you, her voice quiet and not at all mean. if anything, she seemed curious.
"huh?"
"avoiding me in the office," she lists. "you never seem to say more than five words to me. there a reason why?"
this only confused you more. "no," you reply, lifting your head so that you can meet her gaze. she isn't angry, so that's good. she doesn't seem too disappointed either. though, that look on your face makes your stomach flip. "i mean, no, you're— you don't really talk at all either. i thought we were cordial, but," her eyes meet yours. you don't know what happened, but for some odd reason, you lose your train of thought. she's fucking gorgeous. "i don't know." you mumble finally.
"you don't know?" the corner of her lip tugs. she's teasing you.
a quiet, shaky breath escapes from your mouth. you forgot what you were even talking about. nothing is running through your mind, and before you can stop yourself, you're hesitantly leaning forward, pressing your lips against hers. her hand, which had been settled on your head, pulls you closer to her; your lips meet hers more firmly, and you let out a quiet breath. when you pull away, she's giving you the same grin. "what?" you pant out quietly. why the hell did that knock the wind out of you?
she shifts slightly beneath you. "out of breath already?"
"no," you lie, cheeks red. you press your lips against hers again, and she lets out a content hum. the palm of her hand feels warm against your cheek. emboldened how gentle she is with you, you crawl over her body, straddling her. her hand slides down from your cheek down to your waist, and her thumb rubs comforting circles onto your skin.
sevika pulls her face back, looking up at you. "still cold?"
when her body is pressed against yours? no. but still, you reply, "yeah." without much of a second thought, sevika maneuvers you off of her. her body hovers over yours, her warmth radiating from off her body. the feeling is short, because after a moment, she removes herself from on top of you and leaves the bed. your eyebrows knit as you watch her walk off. "not even gonna say anything?"
no response. after a moment, she walks out of the bathroom with her mechanical arm on. good lord. you don't even want to know what she's planning on doing with it— or what she's planning on doing to you. she crawls back over you, and her mechanical arm props her up above you, and her human hand holds your face in hers. "sorry," she mutters apologetically, which makes your heart melt. she plants a soft kiss on your cheek, and it all feels far too intimate for a coworker you've only really spared short conversations with. "wouldn't wanna fall over on you. might crush you."
well, that'd be a wonderful way to go. "you don't have to apologize," you murmur. "yo—" before you can finish your sentence, her lips muffle your words, and she kisses you once again. her fingers slip beneath your waistband, and she pauses momentarily, waiting for your permission. silently, you nod, giving her the go-ahead. she treats you with such care and kindness; she slips off your bottoms and undergarments, peppering kisses along your skin every step of the way.
"i've been wanting to do this," sevika mutters. her hand seems to wander all over you, as if she can't find a good place to leave them. "well. maybe not this specifically. but i wanted to get to know you." or, as if she wanted to feel every part of you. you'd never have guessed she was so needy.
you snort quietly. "you're getting to know something."
"you know what i mean," she replies, seeming slightly embarrassed. had she really liked you that much? "don't seem like much of a talker."
bold words, coming from her. "you neither," you responded. "i tried earlier." your breath picks up as she shifts, her body settled between your thighs.
"i don't need to do much talking," she whispers. fuck, she sounds absolutely full of herself. her head nuzzles against the plush of your thighs, and she trails upward, leaving bites and hickeys as she goes.
she's good at this. too good. time and time again, you find your mouth running without your brain effectively stopping it."you must not talk to a lot of people," you mutter, nearly bitterly. this comes as a stun, even to you: why do you suddenly feel so jealous?
thankfully, she doesn't take offense to it. she seems almost flattered. "if you're worried about where i've been," sevika murmurs. "don't be. had my eyes on you for a while."
a while? how long did that even mean? you rake your fingers through her hair, heart stuttering as you catch glimpse of the desperate look in her eyes. she doesn't move with hesitation, rather with the intent of anticipation. she wants you to get antsy, to beg her to do something, but you prolong the feeling. her lips circle around your clit, though not quite touching. surely, she sees the way your sensitive nerves are pulsating, and how much slick is dripping down your thighs from how badly you want her. she kisses your inner thigh before looking up at you again, raising an eyebrow. "what's wrong? want something?"
"sevika," the way you say her name feels like you're reprimanding her.
she doesn't like that. she looks up at you, an eyebrow raised. "gonna have to ask nicely, doll. g' on. i'll give you exactly what you want."
you let out a shaky breath. you hate how sweet she is. "please," you whisper. "you don't even have to ask. you know what i want. just make me feel good." and then she fucking laughs at you. like something is funny. your cheeks flush hot, and your face tilts away from her. "don't be an ass."
"sorry," she allows her lips to sink between your folds, and you let out an involuntary moan. sevika allows her lips to suction around your clit, and she sucks lightly, allowing her tongue to then run along your slit. "fuck. all of this, for me…" her words are muffled by your thighs. you clamp her head between your thighs reflexively; fingers gripping at the soft locks of her hair, you buck your hips upward, chasing the feeling of her mouth. her flesh arm wraps your thigh, pulling you as close as she possibly can. just as you feel your abdomen begin to tighten, she pulls away, and you let out a frustrated cry, an embarrassing one. "not done with you, sugar. don't get disappointed yet." she pulls away from you, leaving you panting quietly on the bed. you had no chance but to wait for her. she had been hovered over the nightstand, digging through her satchel. you could hardly even see what she was doing. her back is fucking huge. she practically covers you up.
when sevika returns, your eyes widen a fraction. a leather harness is strapped over her boxers, and a damn near neon purple strap is attached to her. "don't be scared," she lets out a laugh yet again. "c'mere. i'll ease you into it. won't hurt you." you decide to trust her word on it, allowing the taller woman to kneel in front of you. carefully, she peels your thighs apart. "you okay with this?" she questions, wanting to get your approval first. you nod, your chest moving up and down in shaky movements. "need to hear you say it."
'yeah," you mumble. "yeah, i'm okay with it."
after you confirm, her eyes fall to your weeping pussy. "that's it, sugar," she whispers. "fuckin' soaked already. don't even know if i'll need to ease you in…" from what it looked like, sevika had already lubed the thing for you, which took an increment of nervousness off your back. "deep breath, baby. c'mon." you feel the tip of her protruding between your slicked up folds; the feeling is foreign. you'd never tried using a strap before; fingers had gotten you through just fine. though the initial stretch is uncomfortable, her sweet words compensate for any pain you feel. "damn," she whispers. "taken in half of me already. must want it bad, huh?"your face flushes red as you lift your head slightly to look down. you'd been aware of the increasing pressure, just not the leng—
"fuck," you exhale loudly, a quiet cry escaping you. she's subtly grinding against you as she thrusts forward, and it feels good. "sevika—" your head drops back down on the pillow. you're certainly not cold anymore; you're sweating. you feel so full.
"you okay?" she double checks, her eyes lingering over your face to gauge your reaction.
you grunt. "no," you tell her. "need you to— fuck, sevika, don't just lay there."
much to your frustration, she lets out a quiet laugh. "gotta ask nicely. just once. i'll give it to ya."
"please," embarrassingly, you find yourself begging her. "i want you."
"all you had to say," she murmurs.
however, she doesn't move. her hips are flush against yours. you think that she might be doing something, preparing herself mentally. "are yo— fuck!" she thrusts into you, hard. not to hurt you, but to catch you off guard. it worked pretty well; you let out an abrupt moan, arms flying around her neck. "sevika!" your thighs are trembling, and you feel heat pooling at your stomach. you need her to do that again. however, instead of continuing, she just lays there, her eyes fixated on your expression. "wh' is it?" you look up at her, eyebrows contorted with frustration.
"you've got long eyelashes," sevika notes. she's staring at you, and you begin to get self-conscious. you hadn't really thought of yourself as so interesting to look at. now here she is, on top of you, admitting that she'd liked you for quite some time before this. her hands tugs your thighs up, wrapping them around her waist. she sets a slow pace, though you can feel her thrusts deep inside of you; quiet sounds, nearly whimpers, break from your throat. you notice as her gaze moves from your face down to your hips; she's watching the way the strap disappears when she pushes against you. "fuckin' gorgeous," she mutters, thinking out loud.
as her eyes focus back on your face, its not lost on her how your eyebrows are knitted, or how your cheek is bitten between your teeth. her words had hardly registered to you; all you could think about was every drag against your sensitive walls that filled your mind with static.
"hey," she whispers. "still with me?"
"mmngh," is all you can make out.
she smirks, her hips still driving into you at a steady pace. "you know," she mutters. "my arm isn't just for the looks." you look up at her with confusion; well you'd hope not, she sort of needs it to be functional. she balances herself above you, her human arm laid next to your head. she brings her mechanical hand down, and the cold metal parts your folds.
you'd partially been worried that getting her prosthetic wet might ruin it. with the intentions of questioning her, your lips part to ask her what she was intending to do— however, all that escapes is a breathy moan as you feel her prosthetic fingers begin to vibrate. the stimulation against your clit, combined with the way her hips are rolling against yours, causes you to let out muffled cries of pleasure.
"don't hold back on me,' sevika tells you. "need to hear you."
"sevika," her name escapes your lips in a breathy manner. tears ball at your eyes as you feel your thighs beginning to twitch. "fuck, 'm gonna—" your arms wrap her shoulders again, pulling her closer to you. your nails dig into her back as she thrusts against you. your orgasm creeps up to you in increments, and then suddenly, its overwhelming you all at once. you let out a loud moan, your abdomen tightening as you cum. sevika pulls her arm away to not overstimulate you, but also to hold you. the feeling is a bit strange, but nice nonetheless. "you're crazy," you tell her.
sevika chuckles. "i'm a lot of things," she remarks. "gonna pull out." you let out a quiet sigh, allowing her to slip the strap out of you. the loss feels uncomfortable, and you wince. she lifts herself off of you, and you reluctantly release your grip on her. in a matter of seconds, she's thrown the strap onto the nightstand. the next to go is her prosthetic arm; she disconnects it from her shoulder and lays it on the floor. she disappears into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a washcloth that's been dipped in water.
"aren't we supposed to give these back?" you mutter as she gently cleans you up. "i don't think it'd be right to leave the hotel with…"
"a pussy soiled wash cloth? they'd be honored." sevika replies. "if it bothers you that much, i'll wash it in the morning before we leave."
absolutely vulgar. you scoff quietly as she walks halfway to the bathroom door, and simply throws the washcloth into the tub. however, it slightly confuses you when she simply just slides back into bed. "is that it?" you ask her, a little baffled.
"you could hardly speak and you wanna go another round?"
your face feels hot, but you ignore it. "no, not that. i meant you. don't you want me to—"
"don't worry about it," sevika tells you. "its late. you need some rest." sevika must've noticed the confused look on your face, because she adds onto her sentence. "won't be the last time you're seeing me. don't get all mopey."
the corner of your lip twitches, but you try not to smile at that. "you swear it?"
"uh huh," sevika yawns, laying back on the bed. "your turn next time."
"don't you think this is a little hasty?" you question. "i mean, you—" you suddenly remember what she'd said before. "you said you've had your eye on me for a while. how long does a while mean?"sevika grunts and turns to her side, ignoring your question. "hey! c'mon now. you can't just say that and not elaborate."
"i can. i'm doing it right now."
"sevika."
"fine," she sighs. "your first day, thought you were cute. never thought any differently at any time. just didn't know how to speak to you, seeing as you don't like speaking to me either."
"and having sex is easier than talking?" you frown.
"you got fucked, didn't you? pretty damn good too." sevika replies. "don't look like this conversation is the same."
shaking your head, you settle down next to her. "well, i'll have you know, i'm quite enjoying this conversation right now."
for a moment, sevika doesn't respond. she appreciated the comment more than she might let on; she's not much of a conversationalist, but you seem to be more than content. "goodnight," she responds, her eyes finally falling shut.
you haven't been able to fall asleep, not quite yet. your eyes are glued to sevika's back. despite the white tank top she's wearing, you notice the tiny scars and indents on her back. she's been through a lot in her life, her status as silco's second hand told you that much. tentatively, your fingers reach out and gently glide down her back. you watch her flinch; you hadn't meant to startle her. "sorry," you whisper. it dawns on you that you had scratched her back up earlier. she must be a little sore. "does your back hurt?"
"no," she murmurs, but that's all she says.
"scratched you up a bit," you mumble. "sorry."
"don't feel it. 's fine." sevika responds. "still cold?"
no, you're not. but she doesn't need to know that. "freezing."
"c'mere," sevika murmurs, and she turns her body to face you. you move in towards her, allowing her to hold onto you. she buries her head into your hair, inhaling your scent. she seems to use her entire arm to cradle your head, and you feel your cheek squish against her bicep. "i meant it," she whispers in your ear. "i want you to come by next week. not just for this, i wanna see you. doesn't matter what we do."
you hum quietly, allowing your body to curl into hers. "i'll be there," you whisper. "goodnight, sevika." you watch as her eyelids fall shut, and all you can think about as you drift off to sleep is whatever she has planned for next week.
