── ⟡ ˙ sevika + reader ♡ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you and sevika have never liked each other, always arguing and fighting for no reason. instead of trying to get along, you just ignored it. one day, when your mothers decided to take a trip together, you two will reach the limits of your patience and face the weird feeling that have been hidden (after another difficult situation). ♡ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: bottom!sevika, sub!sevika, top!reader, bottom!reader, dom!reader, cunnilingus (r receiving), strap-on (s receiving), slight spanking, jealousy, meandom!reader (?), degradation, rough sex, butch!sevika, femme!reader. ♡ ̟
“do i really have to go?” sevika’s drawling, uninterested voice came from the hotel room bathroom.
she was facing the mirror, lazily adjusting her eyebrow piercing, frowning slightly at the scratch from a few nights ago.
“yes, you have to. i don’t want to go alone.” her mother replied from the other room.
“but you’re not going alone, isn’t aunt going?”
the girl let out a ‘tsk’ and grumbled softly, but didn’t protest anymore.
that night, the hotel was having an event, a small party for the guests where, in addition to various appetizers and drinks being served, there would also be some local attractions, including DJs and bands.
it wasn’t that sevika didn’t enjoy a bit of fun, especially something relatively calmer where she could just watch the acts, eat, and see others dance, but she just wasn’t in the mood. if it weren’t for her mother’s insistence, she would spend the night in the room, playing something online with the friends she made at the hotel or just watching something.
she was distracted, finishing styling her short hair, when her mother said something on her phone that caught her attention. your name.
sevika raised her eyebrows and blinked twice before silently approaching the bathroom door, opening it without making a sound and getting as close as possible to listen more.
“they’re good girls, they’ll get along.”
who were they talking about?
“well, if she’s just friends like she says, i don't know. but i saw how close she was to her, i don’t think they're just being friends.”
despite the soft and playful tone her mother used, sevika was far from feeling a bit of it. her eyes widened and she frowned, staring at the bathroom floor as she tried to process everything she had heard and see if it actually made sense.
it had been a few days since the shampoo incident, almost a full week, and it was as if you had simply evaporated. sevika didn’t find you at the pool, in the hallways, in the party room, or even in the elevators. nothing. the only news she had about you was from your mother when hers asked, saying that you were fine, just focusing on taking care of your hair—which made her feel even more guilty—and hanging out with some friends you made there. by the way, she was surprised that you didn’t tell them that she was the one who ruined your hair, but she also mentally thanked you, although your disappearance prevented her from fully resting.
why, precisely on the days when she decided she would be nicer and that she would even try to apologize to you, did you disappear? why couldn’t you give her a chance? and why hadn’t she gone a single day without thinking about you since then? and why—
“yeah, get ready to be a mother-in-law!”
…and why the fuck did you suddenly appear seemingly flirting with someone?
sevika exhaled through her nose and swallowed hard, stepping away from the door to return to the mirror. she stared at her reflection for a few seconds, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time, until she frowned, going back to fixing her hair.
if you didn’t want to show up to her and try to make amends, and if you were too busy with this new little romance, so busy that you didn’t even show up in the hallways, who was she to be tormenting herself over something?
well, screw you. she would enjoy that cheesy little party and then go back to the room to play with her friends until sunrise, enjoying her last days of vacation.
you let out a low sigh as you finished applying your makeup, giving a small smile to your own reflection. it was hard work harmonizing the confusing shades in your hair, even harder to moisturize it, but in the end, you surprisingly succeeded. a single shade of purple at the ends of your hair that you still managed to make blonde. it was new, but it suited you.
besides, since the day sevika did that, you had spent your days thinking of something you could properly get revenge on her.
unfortunately, for a while, nothing good enough came to mind. and all the options that appeared involved things that would get you into serious trouble were ignored. the aggressive ideas of your frustrated brain giving way to rationality. but in the end, you discovered something quite interesting.
while stalking sevika for information you could use against her, you found an old twitter account of hers. there were tweets about high school, short and out of context rants, lots of retweets, and a few photos. among the photos, one in particular caught you attention.
it was sevika next to a girl. wasn’t the same girl you had seen nights before at the hotel, but you remembered seeing her at least once before. the photo was simple: sevika hugging her around the waist while the girl hugged her around the shoulders with a radiant smile. sevika maintained a small, closed smile, as in all her smiling photos. there was no caption, but the comments from sevika’s close friends were all praising them as a couple.
that’s when you remembered once overhearing your mother and sevika’s mother talking about her breakup. one click on the profile tagged in that photo was all it took for things to start smiling for you. there, among the travel and dinner photos, shone a familiar location posted just two hours earlier: the lobby of the same hotel where you were staying.
destiny seemed to be playing in your favor!
seeing that photo of the girl with a drink in her hand, sitting in the very velvet armchairs you passed every morning, brought an involuntary smile to your lips.
if sevika thought you would give up so easily, she had underestimated your ability to observe and improvise.
maybe you were being reckless flirting with someone just to try some revenge you weren’t even sure would work. but hey, at least once you two started getting closer, you established that it was merely casual. and who knows, maybe you would get a good make out session as a bonus?
with a final touch up to your appearance in the mirror and renewed confidence, you left the room with your mother. the urge to go to the party was boosted that morning when you heard sevika was going. of course, you immediately invited her ex.
the plan was simple: find her, start a flirt that you both quickly got used to, and hope that if she saw you, jealousy would do the rest of the work for you.
after all, nothing hurts more than seeing someone you provoked getting along well with the person you still can’t forget, right?
the last local artist of the night bid farewell to the audience, who gave him loud, satisfied applause. sevika went with the flow, though she had barely paid attention to him since he started. luckily, she received a message from the friends she made at the hotel, letting her know they would be there soon for a quick getaway. no jumping the wall this time, of course.
she finished reading the messages and put her phone back in her pocket, intending to finish her drink and simply enjoy the music playing in the background. her calm, grey eyes scanned the room, observing the audience… and then she saw it. that unmistakable shade of blonde amidst the crowd, but with new hints of purple. you.
sevika’s eyes widened and she almost choked on her drink, placing her glass on the table and standing up; she was going to you on a completely irrational impulse, not even knowing what to say or do, but then something made her freeze right there.
sevika’s eyes were so wide they looked like they were going to pop out of her face.
and then, something began to bubble inside her, strange and heavy, growing stronger, and everything seemed to worsen when you noticed, glancing at her sideways briefly before returning your focus to the girl.
your plan was working perfectly, it seemed. you were sitting at a corner table, close enough to be seen, but in a relaxed posture that feigned total disinterest in the world. beside you, laughing at something you whispered seconds before, sevika’s ex was completely oblivious to the situation. sevika remained still.
meanwhile, the initial shock was like a punch to sevika: what was her enemy doing with her? she expected to feel the possessive rage, the bitter taste of seeing a former love being “stolen” by the person she hated most. she expected to want to run over there and grab her ex by the arm, taking her away from you, the idiot who thought she could get away with this.
but… her eyes couldn’t focus on her ex. she watched as your hand lightly touched the girl’s bare shoulder, and how she bit her lower lip slightly. she saw the sideways smile—that smug smile that always irritated her—and the way the light hit your face, making you seem strangely ethereal.
the air left her lungs, but not for the reason she expected, and that’s when it clicked. sevika felt a sudden burning in her chest, an irrational urge to be in that place, occupying her ex’s space. she didn’t want to protect her past; she wanted to reclaim her present. the jealousy wasn’t directed at her ex, it was directed at the attention you were giving to anyone other than her. and there, for the first time in years, hatred wasn’t the fuel, but the facade crumbling.
“what the hell is this?” her confused brain whispered to itself before, without even realizing it, starting to walk over there.
you were distracted, telling the girl something, when you caught a glimpse out of the corner of your eye of the hurricane heading your way, but it was too late to react.
sevika turned the swivel chair you were sitting in, turning it to face her and… god, the scowl on her face was priceless. you wanted to laugh out loud right there, but you settled for a muffled little face, raising an eyebrow.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“sevika? what are you doing here?”
“i’m not talking to you.”
“hey,” you called, frowning, “don’t talk to her like that.”
“oh, you care a lot about her now, don’t you?”
“who are you to say who i care about or not?”
“nobody. but it’s clear on your face that you only called her here to try and provoke me.”
“oh, for god’s sake!” you laughed bitterness. “the world has to revolve around you, doesn’t it, sevika?”
“ugh, you’re terrible at pretending. no wonder you have to feign some confidence with the mess i made of your hair.”
as soon as the words left sevika’s mouth, a heavy silence fell over the small circle, and sevika slowly realized that she had not only confessed something she vehemently denied days ago, but had also touched on a sensitive topic she promised herself she would let go of.
you took a deep breath, but the air escaped roughly through your dilated nostrils. your heart was racing with anger and something else, something you didn’t want to decipher, but you knew it had to do with the clearly regretful look on sevika’s face.
beside you, the girl glanced between the two of you a few times before sighing and standing up, muttering a “i’m out of here” before disappearing into the crowd.
sevika called your name with a weak stammer, in a low voice, something very unusual for her.
she wanted to curse back, keep her proud posture, and turn her back on you, but she simply couldn’t. it was almost as if she were trapped in your piercing gaze, and the pulse of her racing heart, shamefully, was radiating to her pussy.
you glanced briefly at her hands; both were clenched into firm fists, and her right hand trembled. then you looked further to the side and had to suppress a small smile as you saw her thighs making a slight effort not to squeeze together.
with a low sigh, you stood up, facing her. the difference in height and musculature was obvious to anyone, but it was she who seemed to yield to you. when you stood and started walking out of the place, you didn’t need to say anything: sevika followed right behind after a few seconds of stubborn hesitation and an embarrassed huff.
she knew she wouldn’t forgive herself if she stayed there or ignored you. and neither would you.
you kissed sevika voraciously and intensely, one hand tangled in her short hair to dictate the rhythm of the kiss and the other squeezing her breast under her blouse, feeling her warm, goosebumped skin, feeling her sigh into your mouth.
sevika was sitting on her bed, and you were in her lap, with one leg on each side of hers. you separated your mouths with a wet, loud sound, letting the silence be filled by your panting breaths. your hand held her chin, making her keep her eyes on yours. you almost laughed at the pathetic sight before you; seeing sevika with her eyebrows arched downwards, bright puppy eyes, and slightly open mouth had definitely not crossed your mind before.
“where did all your attitude go?”
she made a low sound, almost a whimper. shit.
you swallowed and stood up, facing her, crossing your arms. you managed to keep your composure, but only you knew how fast your heart was racing when you saw her like that.
again, she hesitated for a second, the last bit of her pride still trying to maintain some dignity. but a raised eyebrow was enough for her to hurry up.
in less than two minutes, sevika was completely naked in front of you. and what a sight, my god.
her prominent muscles all over her body, especially her shapely legs and defined biceps, were a refreshing sight for the eyes. her pussy was hidden by the bush there, which climbed up to form a happy trail that looked like it hadn’t been trimmed in a while.
you blinked a few times to compose yourself, grateful that sevika was staring at the ground and hadn’t seen your little slip.
“can i eat you out? please...?”
she spoke suddenly, and although there was a noticeable blush on her face, she didn’t seem regretful or hesitant this time. you considered it for a few seconds before giving a sly, lecherous smile.
“hmmm, well... if you take my clothes off without using your hands, of course you can.”
sevika’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped slightly open in shock, unsure what to say. you chuckled softly, moving to remove your dress, leaving you in just the lace bra and panties you had chosen for the evening.
“see? i made it easier for you. come here.” you opened your arms to her, a moment of gentleness shining on your face.
another low sound escaped her throat, this time more like a hoarse moan. she closed the distance between you with a swift movement, moving to your back and bending down, and soon you felt her breath against your back. her large hands gripped your hips and you placed yours over hers, letting out a low sigh as she kissed the center of your back. she opened her mouth and bit down, trying to unfasten the clasp of your bra.
she stood there for a good few seconds, almost a minute, which made you snort and prepare a provocative and degrading comment, but she stopped you when the small click of the clasp coming undone was emitted.
her hands moved up just to remove the bra, letting it fall to the floor. then, without you even telling her, she carefully turned you around, facing her, and knelt down immediately afterward.
damn. my god. has she always had such beautiful, cute eyes?
sevika placed her hands on your thighs and opened her mouth again, fitting her teeth against the edge of your panties. her head slowly lowered, pulling the fabric down with it. when one side was halfway down your thigh, she did the same with the other, finally closing her teeth on the front, dangerously close to your soaked pussy. your breath caught in your throat, and you were sure your expression fell to “i’m not going to lose this challenge even if i’m struggling here,” but you didn’t take your eyes off her.
when your panties fell to your feet, you kicked them aside and immediately sat on the bed behind you, letting her warm and the cold hand open you. she was standing before the gates of paradise, and she wouldn’t refuse an offer from an angel like you to enter in.
sevika began with kitten licks on your clit, gradually increasing the speed and pressure. you let out low, short moans, along with soft sighs and eyes stubbornly trying to close. she slid her tongue to your slit, circling the entrance before sucking your folds avidly; the loud, obscene sound filling the room and making you moan softly.
“back to my clit.” you murmured, there was command in the tone despite your trembling breath, and she obeyed without hesitation.
sevika closed her lips around the button, sucking it repeatedly. your hand flew to her hair, gripping it the same way you did when she kissed you minutes before. her hands held your thighs, keeping them wide open while increasing the pace, devouring you in a way that seemed like she was starving, eager to satisfy herself with you, moaning in your pussy.
“mmmm, fuck— oh, fuck. ah!”
she slid her tongue back into your slit, but this time she inserted it, burying it inside. her tongue snaked along your spongy walls before she moved her head back and forth, thrusting. her nose repeatedly pressed against your clit, with the same force and speed as the thrusts. your hand, already in her hair, dictated the pace, keeping it fast and rhythmic, almost violent. sevika just let it happen, letting out pathetic moans at how aroused she felt being used like this for your pleasure.
you used your free hand to brush the hair from her face, another suddenly gentle gesture amidst your intensity. she felt her body shudder at this, at the way you looked at her with furrowed brows, bright, unfocused eyes, teeth biting your lower lip for a few seconds before your mouth opened to moan.
holy fuck, she desperately needed to touch her pussy. it was dripping onto the floor, staining her thighs from rubbing them together so hard.
the tension inside you exploded when sevika released her grip just enough to lean in closer, sucking your clit with such precision that you saw stars. you came with a hoarse, almost choked cry, but it was she who truly choked.
your thighs closed around her head as you buried her face there, and it stayed like that for several long seconds, unable to open your tense, locked legs. when you calmed down and your legs fell to the sides, sevika gasped for air and released it with a long sigh that sounded more like a whimper.
you propped yourself up on your elbow to look at her, and her fucked-up, cute, drunken expression made your pussy clench around nothing. seeing her with that same look, along with her chin and nose glistening with your slime, made you groan softly.
“i wonder…” you murmured, moving your hand from her hair to caress her sticky face. she rested her cheek in your palm, closing her eyes for a moment. “how you’d look if fuck you ‘till you’re crying.”
the needy sound that escaped her was answer enough.
“who would have thought that sevika… the strong, annoying, bossy sevika would be so—so pathetic… crying while swallowing my cock.” a breathless giggle escaped as you thrust into her.
sevika’s face was wet with tears of pleasure on the sheets, her ass high in the air as you fucked her from behind, keeping a brutal and unstoppable rhythm with your pink dildo with glitter particles inside. it suited you, and it suited her hot, soaked pussy even more.
she gripped the sheets tightly, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, feeling the punishing movements of your hips against her ass, filling her pussy so well and deep.
there were no more coherent words coming out of her mouth, only shameful and thirsty sounds.
“so… remember when you messed up my hair?”
oh, hell no. right now? were you serious?
sevika frowned and buried her face in the bed, as if to say she didn’t want to talk about it right then. but you didn’t give up.
she let out a hoarse little cry when your hand slid down hard onto her butt. your hand slid from her butt and down her back to her head, where you grabbed her hair again, this time pulling harder than necessary, arching her back and making her release all the sounds she had tried to muffle into the pillow.
“fuck—yes! i—i remember…” her voice came out trembling and broken with the thrusts.
“good. then say you’re sorry. say you regret—hmph, regret being such a bitch.”
“i do, shit, i do! s…sorry! i’m sorry—uh, uh, uh! fuuuck!”
you tilted your face to leave hickeys and bites on her neck and shoulder, letting go of her hair to support yourself on the bed, since you occupied your other hand by sliding it down to her swollen and neglected clit.
along with the thrusts, you rubbed heavy, rapid circles on her sensitive bud, giving a shitty grin as you heard sevika whimper loudly, pushing her hips against your hand and a sob escaping her lips.
“i’m cumming! oh god–’m cumming!”
“yeah, yeah. do it, sweetie.” you whispered in her ear.
her movements locked in place as she had her orgasm, her ass pressed tightly against your pelvis and her legs threatening to give way to uncontrollable trembling. her voice trailed off, leaving only her mouth open in a silent cry, which soon turned into broken whispers of ‘oh my god’ repeated over and over.
you came soon after due to the pressure of her body tensing backward on the strap directly against your clit. your eyes rolled back and you gasped for air, releasing it in hurried, heavy bursts.
neither of you spoke for a while; only your heavy breathing slowly stabilizing and the distant, muffled sounds of the event downstairs could be heard. you even thought she might have fainted or something, but the way she let her body slowly fall onto the bed proved otherwise.
when she did, you supported yourself on your arms, even though they were trembling, and took advantage of the position to shower kisses on her sweat soaked back. she shivered slightly but didn’t interrupt.
“gonna leave,” you warned, and she simply nodded.
the dildo came out of her easily, and you controlled yourself from putting it in your mouth and licking it ‘clean’ when you saw the mess her fluids had made there. it was better to leave it for another day; you had some things to discuss now.
taking off the strap and throwing it haphazardly onto the bed, you settled down to lie beside her, hoping you would maintain a respectful little distance to talk. however, sevika surprised you by pulling you to her chest and hugging you. you didn’t reciprocate for a few seconds, processing the gesture, but soon put your arms around her, pulling her close as well.
sevika sighed softly, burying her face in the top of your head and inhaling the pleasant, sweet scent of your shampoo. it didn’t seem the same as it was weeks ago.
“i’m sorry.” her voice came out weak, shy, but laden with genuine, embarrassed regret. you rolled your eyes and smiled.
“it’s okay. i kinda like how it looks now… didn’t you?”
“yes.” she replied quickly. “i just said that because… i don’t know. just wanted to tease you.”
silence fell over you both once more, now more comfortable with the words exchanged and your hearts finally returning to their normal rhythm.
“i’m sorry too.” you said. “for telling on you to your mom, and for trying to make you angry using your ex.”
“it’s okay… guess we were just never fair to each other, right?”
“don’t know. you just annoy me.” you giggled softly and gave her a harmless little punch on the chest; she smiled.
that night, sevika realized, with a slight, fascinating, bubbling dread, that the reason she had spent so much time obsessed with provoking you was because she could never stand the idea of being invisible to you. the fact that she had seen you so engrossed with someone else only confirmed it.
you felt the same, finally at peace with yourself and with her for having ceased your anger and understood and started something much better than silly fights.
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