hello sweet girl? how’s your weekend been so far? i hope you’ve been absolutely wonderful this past week! 🩷
i just finished reading your sweet, fluffy sevika fic and i loveeeed it!! Uggh I love you so much and your creative mind!! You’re such a talented angel! Thank you so much for all the sevika content you share with us!
How would you feel about writing something sweet that turns very smutty, hehe? Reader and Sevika are having a sweet romantic moment, maybe Sevika starts to pepper Reader’s face in kisses to make her giggle and then it turns dirty very fast after they realize how turned on they are and how much the love each other??
Bonus Points if it’s CEO Sev!!!
No pressure if you’re not the in mood for this!! Thank you so so much for everything you’ve already created for us! You’re a blessing!! 🥰
i was thinking about this ask all last night it's so cute heheeh
men and minors dni
a few weeks ago, while the two of you were renovating your new home, sevika broke her finger, jamming it between two piles of lumber.
the good news it was on her left hand. the bad news is that to get the swelling down and wrap the finger properly, the doctors had to cut sevika's wedding band off.
she was more upset about the ring than she was her finger, pouting at you while the doctors hooked her up to a steady stream of morphine. "'m so sorry." she whispered. you laughed and cupped her face.
"it's alright baby, we'll just get you a new one."
"but i wan' everyone to know i'm married all the time." she whined.
you giggled and kissed away her tears. "everyone does know that baby. we're really horrible at keeping the pda away from the office."
sevika snorted and puckered her lips, demanding a kiss. you couldn't deny her.
you've been scouring local jewelry shops for a ring suitable for your love ever since then. and now, six weeks later, sevika's officially healed and a package from the jeweler you decided on is sitting on your office desk.
you gasp as you walk into your office. your wife blinks up from her computer.
"whatcha got? another dildo?" she teases. you giggle and reach for your letter opener, breaking the tape seal and tearing open the cardboard.
"something way better than a dildo, baby."
sevika scoffs. "doubt that."
you chuckle and shake your head, quickly checking your planner to make sure she's free from meetings for the rest of the afternoon before pulling the small black velvet box out of the pile of packing peanuts.
sevika's shifted her focus back to her computer, typing away as she answers emails.
for a moment, you just study her. despite the fluorescent lighting of your office and the unflattering blue-grey glow of her computer screen, sevika still manages to look like an angel. you can't believe how lucky you are to have her. the money and status that comes with her job is nice and all, but you'd still be this fiercely in love with the woman in any life.
she must feel your eyes on her, because sevika's typing comes to a halt and she blinks up from her screen to look at you, a smile blooming on her features as she catches your eyes.
"what're you lookin' at?" she asks.
you chuckle and shrug. sevika proposed to you when you got engaged. now it's your turn. "y'know you're the most incredible woman i know?"
sevika raises a suspicious eyebrow at you. "you know other women?"
you laugh and circle around your desks, pulling sevika out from her spot and sitting in her lap. "i know many other women. and none of them have ever come close to making me feel the way you make me feel." you continue. sevika hums.
"are you propositioning me?" she teases again. you laugh.
"not yet. but soon."
sevika's brow furrows in confusion. you kiss the little wrinkles that form between her eyebrows before revealing the ring box to her. she gasps, then laughs. "my ring! gimmie gimmie!" she squawks, lunging for your box. you giggle and hand her the box.
sevika's smile grows ten times in size when she sees the simple gold band.
she's never been one for flashy, so you decided to keep your choice classic. it's almost identical to her old one, only this one has a special little secret.
"look on the inside, baby." you whisper. sevika squints her eyes, trying to make out the inscription. you snort. "where the hell are your glasses?"
"i hate those things, baby, they make me look like a nerd!"
"well too bad!" you pull open her desk drawer and gasp in triumph, placing the frames on her nose gently. sevika pouts up at you and you kiss her lower lip. "hottest nerd in the world." you say. she snorts, then turns her attention back to the ring.
to the moon and back again. it reads.
sevika takes a shaky breath, then she looks up at you. "put it on me?" she whispers.
you nod, taking sevika's hand in your own, gently pushing the band down her freshly healed finger.
"there. now we're married again." you tease.
sevika lets out a watery laugh, tucking her face against your shoulder. "it's beautiful."
"not as beautiful as y--" sevika shuts you up with a flurry of kisses all over your face, making you burst into laughter.
she pulls away with a big cheesy smile, tears brimming in her eyes. "i'd marry you again and again, every single day if i could."
"i can't believe people think you're scary." you tease.
sevika laughs and kisses you again, something gentle and sweet. you hum against her lips, reaching up to curl your hands in the lapel of her blazer.
sevika responds with a hum, her hands trailing lower to grip your hips and rearrange you on her lap so you're properly straddling her. you groan as your tongues meet, then pull away with a gasp. "we're at work." you remind her.
sevika hums. "so we'll keep our clothes on."
"our office is made of glass, sev!" you giggle.
sevika pulls your hips so you grind against the growing hardness in her pants. you let out a shaky sigh as she starts to trail kisses up your throat. "we can be fast."
"do you have extra pants in your desk?"
sevika chuckles as she pulls open her bottom drawer, revealing at least half a dozen folded pair of dress pants. you cackle. "i'm always ready for you, baby." she promises.
"you're a maniac. i adore you." you giggle as you sit forward to kiss her more.
sevika hums and spins her desk chair so the tall back is facing the glass walls leading to your office, and your back is facing the sparkling city skyline.
you giggle into one another's mouths as you kiss, and sevika's hands travel from your hips to your ass, slowly grinding you against her lap. with each motion of your hips, you crush your body closer and closer to hers, until your tits are squished together and your cunt is grinding on her hard cock. sevika muffles her moans into your mouth, smacking your ass as you move. you chuckle and pull away, looking down at your wife with love.
"so pretty." you whisper, cupping her face. sevika moans aloud. you duck down to muffle your giggle against her shoulder. "quiet, sev, seamus' cubicle is right outside."
"your fuckin' fault, callin' me pretty."
"you are. you're fuckin' gorgeous. could look at you for a million years and still be enchanted by you." sevika whimpers, biting your clothed shoulder to hide the worst of her moans. you laugh. "don't drool on me, this is silk."
"i bought this shirt for you, i'll drool on it as much as i want."
you kiss her scalp and wrap your arms around her shoulders, increasing your pace on her lap. sevika's thighs start to quiver underneath you. "y' gonna cum for me, baby?" you ask. sevika whimpers again.
"n-no." she lies. you laugh. "fuck off! i just-- you first." she demands. you giggle and shake your head 'no.' sevika squakws. "fuck do you mean 'no!?'"
"i mean, wouldn't it be hotter if i was just walkin' around all wet and ready for you the rest of the day? 'n when we get home, all you'll have to do is get me inside and get my pants down around my ankles and sink right into me--"
sevika cuts you off with a loud moan, shivering in her seat as she cums in her pants. you laugh and pepper her face with kisses, pulling your hips up before her cum can soak through her pants and into yours. "you're a fuckin' sex demon or something." sevika whines.
you laugh and kiss her again. "fucked you so good you can't even remember the word 'succubus.' and i still got all my clothes on!" you giggle, proud of yourself.
sevika rolls her eyes, pouting as you stand from her chair. "don't make fun of me. i'm your wife. and your boss." her pout slowly disappears as you walk toward her desk and pull open the bottom drawer, picking out a nice pair of dark purple pants that will compliment her light blue button up.
"here, darling." you hand her the pants. sevika grins up at you. "what're you gonna do if someone asks what happened to your tan pants?" you ask.
sevika chuckles and shrugs. "tell 'em my wife bought me a ring so beautiful i came in my pants about it."
you cackle and smack her shoulder, melting a bit as she joins in on your laughter. "you better not, you freak. tell 'em you spilled coffee or something."
synopsis: it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing
pairing: rancher!sevika x married housewife!reader
warnings: cheating, divorce, angsty but also lots of fluff, borderline abusive, husband throws a chair, threatens to kill r, r is not physically harmed in any way, baddie sevika saves the day, husband's life is threatened, Sevika shoots him, no smut, the L word is dropped 😫
a/n: this one's a vastly different from the others and if it includes things you're not comfy with, just know you get divorced !
wc: 2.4k
You were crying where you sat at your kitchen table. They almost felt like alligator tears - fake, controlled, obtrusive. You were the one presenting him with the papers after all - why did you deserve to cry? You chose this, you spent weeks thinking about this, it was the clear option.
But quickly, when you took your seat, waves of regret rolled through you. You remembered your wedding day, and your honeymoon. Your first date, and what it felt like to move into an apartment together. It was hard to remember how those events became tarnished by the actions of your husband when you were sad like this.
Your wedding day was nothing like you had hoped. You didn’t get the dress you wanted, and the decorations didn’t go as planned. Your husband planned the honeymoon, chasing golf and all inclusive hotels, even though you had asked for something completely different. Begged, even. Moving into your first apartment led to you sleeping at local family homes after a massive fight over what color to paint the cabinets.
This was never going to work out. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
You also had to sit with the fact that you hurt him. He had a dream, and you knew it going in. He longed for a nice, pretty wife, in a nice, pretty home, with a bus full of kids. He wanted everything any man in America wanted. And you thought you did too.
That was, of course, until you met Sevika.
Sevika was different from your husband, in a million ways. She made you feel deep emotions that you hadn’t come close to touching when with your husband. She cared for you, and wondered about you, took you on dates and checked in on you even when she knew you were with your husband. She cared. Care wasn’t a feeling you often felt with your husband.
Several days leading up to this moment in your kitchen had felt like a blur. You often sat and stared at a wall, trying to decide if this was the best choice. It was terrible, but you always wondered what life would be like if you never told your husband and never saw Sevika again, and simply carried on life how it was before she entered it.
But that wasn’t possible. Not now. Not after she had shown you and done to you the things she had. You were different now, a changed woman even. She had wedged herself into your life and now there was no going back, no matter how much you sought out normalcy.
You had sex with your husband more, tried deeply to feel as good as you did with Sevika. Went out to dinner with him, talked about baby names with him. Anything to make life feel like it had. But a chill crept up your spine every time- her chill. Sex with her. Dinner with her. Baby names with her.
And knowing that, this was clearly the correct choice.
Sevika doubted you would ever find it in yourself to do what you were doing, and she didn’t know currently that you were doing it. She had longed for everything that the two of you had, aside from the crippling factor of it. She longed to keep you at home, have children with you, be with you for the rest of her life, and it was wrong.
All of this was wrong. She was never supposed to fall like this. It was always her, the ranch, her dog, and nothing more. Up until now, she believed that she needed nothing more. She was slow to realize that, the only way she could feel normal now, was when your scent tracked around her house, and your clothes found purchase on her floor -
When you laughed at her jokes, fucking giggled. Admired her horses in the stables, learned to mount them with her, made her earth stuttering meals and let her take you out and buy you nice things. It was normal, when she watched you prance around her house and lay upon her furniture, telling her about your favorite tv programs and your favorite songs.
Every song you had listened to had become her favorite song. She migrated from her heavier music to the slow, lyrical stuff that you liked. All the things she insisted were bullshit. ‘Why would anyone listen to this?’ She had first said to Jinx when she played songs you mentioned. But deep down in her chest, a warm feeling erupted, poured out of her and crept through every bone and muscle in her body.
It was you. You were situated in her now, and no matter how hard she tried, you would never be gone.
-
The table felt larger now that you were at it alone. You had moved the flowers from the center, in order to see your husband promptly when he came into the room. You had envisioned this moment a thousand times now, and here you were. He would sit across from you, you would hand him the papers, he would cry, and then it would be over.
But unfortunately for you, that’s not how it went.
The sound of the lock turning is what made your head shoot up. He was home, now was the time. He yelled to you, a kind hello, but you averted an answer, deciding on simply calling him into the kitchen. Your plan was progressing smoothly. He sat down at the table as you knew he would, and you slid the papers to him.
He had asked what they were, and you simply instructed him to open them, wiping a stray tear from your eye. He opened them and began to read. And read, and read, and read. He sat there for minutes, reading the sheets of paper. But he didn’t cry.
“No,” he said simply, shrugging, shutting the folder, and sliding it back over to you. You glared at him, brows knit. “You're nothing without me. You don't have a job. I kept you here because you can't leave. You have nowhere to go.”
“That's not true,” you pushed. “I have more family than you've ever had,” you spat back, pushing up from the table. “I'm not just some helpless, stupid woman, y'know.”
“I wouldn't be so sure,” he laughed at you. “How are you getting north with no money, babe?” The worst part is that he was right. You had no money and no work. But, you had family, and they could come and get you. “Exactly. So shut the fuck up and stay in your place.” You looked at him disgusted.
“Have you, genuinely, ever tried shutting the fuck up?” Your tone raised as anger pooled in you. “All you do is talk and talk about yourself and what you want and how everything revolves around you. There's a lot more to the world than a mediocre white man.” You could feel the anger pouring off of him.
“What did I just fucking say? Stop acting like a stupid whore,” he yelled back. Something told you to leave, get away from him and this, but you didn't. You stood your ground for as long as you could.
“This is why I'm ending things. You're terrible to me,” you were yelling now, harshness overtaking your body as your pent up feelings raged. “You do nothing, you treat me like shit, this is the worst relationship I've ever put myself in. You're awful.”
With a shriek, you jumped back as he lifted a chair and threw it at the fridge. “Keep talking like a bitch and I'm gonna smash your head into the fucking wall.” Slowly, you backed up, still keeping a safe distance from him. “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” He yelled as your pace quickened.
You knew what needed to be done, and without any further hesitation, you turned and ran. “Get the fuck back here,” he yelled after you, running to catch up.
He was taller than you by a large margin. If you hadn't been several yards away from him when you began running, he could've easily overtaken you, and most likely dragged you back inside. You didn't want to think of what he would do to you if he had caught you.
Fortunately, you didn't have to. You ran with all your strength across the street, banging hard and fast on Sevika's door. He was getting closer, and quick. She threw the door open, looking quickly between you and the angry man running towards you both, and immediately pulled you inside.
What you had failed to notice the other times you had been here was that Sevika kept a gun by her front door. And right now, she didn't fail to use it. Or at least threaten to use it.
“If you take one step closer I'll blow y’r fuckin’ brains out,” she spat towards him, shotgun propped up and aimed effortlessly at his head. “And I'm warnin’ you, pretty boy, I got a real good aim.”
“You think I'm afraid of a little dyke like you?” He yelled. Sevika shot.
She missed his head by a narrow margin, but it was on purpose. The bullet blew through the tip of his ear, blasting it off. “One more fuckin’ word and you're dead. Get off my property.” With a bloody grip on his ear, he ran back to your previous home with tears in his eyes.
He was gone. You were almost free. One signature was all it took for you to be a free woman, and knowing Sevika and your husband, he would undoubtedly sign it - even if it meant she had to hold her gun to his head.
You trickled down into a ball on the ground when Sevika shut the door. The moment had overtaken you, but you were quickly ripped back to the real world when she sat the gun down. If it weren't for her, you could be dead right now, and the feeling took over your body rapidly.
She joined you on the floor, pulling you into a tight hug and stroking your hair. “Y’r safe now, sugar, I ain't gonna hurt you like him.” You sobbed into her chest, probably, disgustingly, covering her in tears and snot. It was clear, though, that she didn't care. She didn't stop holding you until you had calmed down slightly.
She carried you to her living room and sat you down on the couch, ignoring your insistence on your ability to walk. She brought you tissues and water, joining you on the couch. “Now, you ain't gotta tell me what happened, peach, but I'd like to know why I almost just killed a man.” You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve.
“I gave him divorce papers,” more tears fled, “he threw a chair a-and told me that I'm nothing without him and I h-have nowhere to go,” you broke down again, curling into a ball on her sofa. “He called me a stupid whore.”
“Oh sweet thing,” she moved from her position on the couch to come to yours, pulling you in once again. You unraveled, clinging to her as you cried. “You ain't stupid and you ain't a whore, and most importantly, you ain't those two things combined.” You punched out a laugh through your tears, but an overwhelming feeling of guilt took you over.
“But I am,” you cried. “I cheated on my husband, there's no word to describe me other than whore.” Sevika sighed, grasp on you tightening.
“Cheatin’ on someone who doesn't love you don't make you a whore, angel. You jus’ needed a change.” You gave her a small nod, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of being connected to her for a few moments before responding.
“What now?” You didn't expect answers from her. But you craved to know something about what would happen moving forward. You would have to go home, retrieve your papers and your things, somehow get them back north.
“Come live with me,” her voice was laced with nervousness, the feeling of being unsure not one that she felt very often. “Just during the transition. If ya’ hate it I'll help y’move back north. Promise.” Warmth bloomed in your chest at the thought.
“That sounds nice,” you smiled up at her, and before you could help it, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, Sevika. For everything.” She chuckled.
“Baby I ain't done nothin’ other than steal you from y’r husband.” You shook your head, sitting up to protest her.
“I would've left him regardless. You gave me a taste of what a genuine relationship feels like, not just some nuclear poster board one. You made me feel things that I've never felt before, you made me feel loved, and I love you for it, and..” you stopped immediately when you realized what you had said. You love her for it.
“You ain't gotta say nothin’ you don't mean, darlin’.” She said, awkwardly. You couldn't have possibly meant it, not to her. You were sad and probably not thinking straight after having your life threatened.
You moved away from her on the couch to face her. “I do mean it. These past few months you've made me feel things that nobody has made me feel before, I really, really like you Sev, and I think that a piece of me, actually, more than a piece of me loves you, too.” You met her eyes, fear ridden in yours. This fear didn't feel the same as it did with your husband. That fear felt as if he was going to hurt you, this fear - this fear was of the what ifs. What if you were just sex to her? What if it meant nothing?
“C’mere,” she dragged you into her lap, hands resting respectfully on your waist. “I love you too, sugar. But that don't mean nothin’ in the scheme of things. I'm not gonna keep you here jus’ cus I got a crush on you. If you need a leave or go back north, you say the word, y’hear me?”
With a wide smile and a cock of your head, you leaned in and kissed her, this one meaning more than any other kiss you'd have in your lifetime. “I hear you, Vika.” She couldn't resist smiling.
This was all she ever wanted, and she got it. And no matter what she said - she was never letting you go. You were hers now, and she was yours.
sevika x fem!reader, canon universe, fluff, non explicit mention of sex
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THE BROTHEL in Zaun didn't have a name. It didn't need one. It was a neon-lit crack wedged between two crumbling buildings, a metal door that creaked as it opened—a refuge where people sought to escape the pain of life in the undercity. Inside, artificial warmth, cigarette smoke, and the sickly sweet scent of perfume filled the air like a suffocating blanket. Customers sought distraction, and the staff knew exactly how to provide it.
Sevika pushed the door open with her shoulder, her mechanical arm gleaming under the flickering lights. It was a night like any other, and she needed something to break the monotony. She wasn't a woman who sought comfort; she didn't allow herself the luxury of hope or dreams. But the brothel offered another kind of escape, one that didn't require words or explanations.
Voices echoed in the air, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the low, sultry music playing from an old gramophone. Sevika approached the bar, ordering a dark drink that burned her throat with the first sip. She stood there, idly scanning the room, until her eyes fell on her.
[Y/n].
It wasn't the kind of beauty that demanded attention but one that crept in silently and rooted itself in the mind. Her hair framed her face in a messy yet captivating way, and her eyes held a secret, something that promised more than just a fleeting night of pleasure. She wore a simple dress, but it was the way she moved that caught Sevika's attention. Every step, every glance was a subtle invitation, a promise of forbidden adventures.
[Y/n] approached the bar with a polite smile, speaking to the bartender while deliberately ignoring the men's stares. But when her eyes met Sevika's, something shifted. A faint smile graced her lips, a nearly imperceptible nod that seemed to say: I see you.
Sevika raised her glass in an implicit greeting, a slow, calculated gesture. She wasn't one to rush things. She liked to watch, to study. But [Y/n] wasn't easy prey; Sevika realized that immediately. The young woman merely returned the gesture before turning back to her conversation with the bartender, leaving Sevika with a mixture of curiosity and irritation. Nobody ignored her—not without effort—but [Y/n] had done it effortlessly.
Sevika stayed at the bar, finishing her drink with unhurried calm, but she couldn't take her eyes off [Y/n]. Eventually, when [Y/n] moved toward a secluded corner of the room, Sevika decided to follow. With her glass in hand, she approached and stopped beside her.
"You don't look like you belong in a place like this." Sevika said, her voice low and gravelly.
[Y/n] looked up, her earlier smile now more pronounced. "And you look like someone who knows how to make it work." she replied casually, her hands moving slowly as she adjusted an imaginary crease in her dress. "Can I help you with something, or do you prefer watching from a distance?"
The blunt honesty hit Sevika like a punch, but she liked it. She nodded slowly, leaning against the wall, her mechanical arm catching the dim light. "Maybe I just want to know who you are."
[Y/n] laughed, a sound that was sweet but with a sharp edge. "Isn't that the point of a place like this? Not knowing, not asking—just... being."
"I'm not usually one for rules." Sevika replied with a half-smile. "Especially the unwritten ones."
"That's why you've piqued my interest." [Y/n] admitted, stepping a little closer. "Most people here only want quick distractions. You... you've taken your time and haven't even asked for anything yet. You're different."
Sevika studied her intently. She was used to controlling every situation, reading people like open books. But with [Y/n], it was like trying to decipher a code that changed every time she thought she had it figured out. "Maybe the same goes for you." she finally said. "You're not like the others here."
"And what do you know about the others?" [Y/n] asked, tilting her head. "Or about me?"
Sevika smirked. "Enough to know you're not here by choice."
For a moment, something vulnerable flickered in [Y/n]'s eyes, but it was quickly hidden behind an enigmatic smile. "Zaun doesn't leave many choices for anyone, does it?" she said lightly, though her tone carried a depth Sevika couldn't ignore.
The conversation continued, a game of provocation and confession. [Y/n] wasn't easily intimidated, and Sevika didn't try to impose herself. It was a slow dance, a verbal sparring match full of words and glances that defied the time and place they found themselves in.
Finally, as the night wore on and the crowd thinned, [Y/n] looked at her with a softer smile. "You know," she said, "I don't usually talk this much to anyone. But you... there's something different about you."
Sevika stepped closer, her gaze fixed on her. "And what's that?"
[Y/n] chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Maybe it's just the way you look at me—like I'm a person and not just another part of this place."
"Because you are." Sevika replied without hesitation.
The silence that followed was heavy, charged with something both of them felt but neither dared to name. Finally, [Y/n] broke it. "My room's upstairs." she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you want... to keep talking."
Sevika knew it wouldn't just be words. She nodded, her heart pounding harder as she watched [Y/n] walk toward the stairs.
It take her five minutes to follow.
The room was simple but comfortable, with a warm light that made the atmosphere intimate. [Y/n] moved to a small table by the bed and picked up a bottle of liquor, pouring two glasses. "I thought you weren't coming." she said, handing her a glass.
"Yeah." Sevika admitted, taking the glass but keeping her eyes on her. "I wanted to make you wait a little."
[Y/n] smiled. "But you're here now."
She sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with curiosity. "What are you looking for, Sevika?"
The question caught her off guard. She wasn't used to explaining herself, but something about the way [Y/n] looked at her made her want to. "I don't know." she finally said, honestly. "Maybe something real, for once."
[Y/n] moved closer, resting her hand on Sevika's. The warmth of the touch sent a shiver through the older woman, but she didn't pull away. "Then stay here." [Y/n] said with a smile that seemed to light up the room, gently tugging her toward the bed. "Just us. No questions, no lies. Just the moment."
And for that night, in the heart of Zaun, Sevika found something she didn't even know she needed.
Hella ooc, cute pathetic Sevika, reader being a bad girlfriend, Slightly suggestive themes at the end. shitty writing (the usual) I just wanted to write something cute for Sevika today. 🤭
Jinx made a bet with you, if you can go 1 day without kissing Sevika, she said she'd stop bothering her. Of course, the 'good' girlfriend you are, you'd do anything for Sevika. You also giggled, and wondered how your girlfriend would react if you deliberately avoid her kisses. She'd lean in to kiss you all day, and you lean away, turn back, or duck. (Horrible girlfriend things) And she'd pout, and squint at you like 'Did you really just do that right now?' And you'd look away to hide you mischievous smile, and giggles, (like a horrible girlfriend) while she just sits there confused, and wondering what she did to piss you off. She sat there listing all the things that could have potentially pissed you off, but the only thing that comes to mind is her coming home late, which you both already talked about. It didn't matter though, maybe she just needed to assure you again about some things, so after dinner, while you wear washing the dishes, Sevika was right behind you. She couldn't take it anymore. "Did I do something wrong?" the words came out so quick. Even she was surprised how desperate she sounded for an answer. She gulped, and walked towards you. She hugged you tightly from behind, your heart skipped a beat. Sevika was sniffling on your shoulder, while hugging you from behind. You felt so guilty. And you immediately dropped what you were doing, and cupped her face. You huffed and you were tearing up too, and you immediately confessed to her. "Oh baby I'm so sorry, I can't take it anymore either— Jinx made a bet she said she won't bother you anymore if I—" She cut you off with a kiss. It started off as a peck, but then quickly turned into an intense makeout session. You wrap your legs around her waist, and your hands were behind her head, lightly pulling on her hair. You moan in her mouth, and she pulled back. "Don't you ever do that again. Got it?" She said, wiping the tears off your face with her hand. You nod, and you take her hand, and you kiss her knuckles. "Understood. I'm sorry, baby." She smiles, and quickly picks you up with her mechanical hand raising you higher. You squeak, and giggle. You cup her cheek, and kiss her nose with a loud "Mwah" sound. She smiles at you, and you smile back. "I love you." you say to her. "I love you too." she says not above a whisper. "You are paying for what you did today." She says with a grin. And with that, the sweet intimate is gone, replaced with a playful atmosphere, as the sexual tension starts to build up. You look at her lips then her eyes, as you bite your lip, and nod. And let's just say, you made up for a day's worth of kisses the whole night. Till you passed out.
note; more fluff with my wife because i lit cannot write smut rn
tw; fluff. need sevika.
very few people, more like none, can put up with sevika’s shit. what, with all her brooding and scary personality. and, she’s perfectly okay with that. nobody is tryin’ to fuck her day up, no one’s brave enough to even talk to her.
that’s where you come in. sevika doesn’t know what to do with you. nobody warned her that being your girlfriend means putting up with your shit.
you’re reading your book on the couch with her, your legs lying on top of her.
“baby, why do you have to be like this?” sevika sighed out the smoke she inhaled from her cigarette, she could already feel a headache coming.
you grumble out while rolling your eyes at her, “mamas, how many times have i told you to quit fuckin’ smokin’? we are tryin’ to see you live past sixty.”
“i WILL live past sixt–”
“not when you have crusty lungs, sweetheart. put that out,” you say without looking at her, eyes still reading the book, and when she makes no move to put it out, you click your tongue, “put that shit out, sevika. or i swear to fucking god, you won’t live past fifty.”
she snorts out her laugh but still complies by stubbing the cig on the ashtray beside her. “ain’t you bossy, huh?”
“i don’t see you complainin’, sweetheart.”
you get no reply; you do get a thumb rubbing on your exposed leg. that’s when you know that she’s thinking about something.
you put your book down on the floor, staring at your girlfriend, “what’s wrong?”
“nothin’, go back to reading.”
“tell me.”
“i love you.”
“what a big softie,” you sit up and scooch her, nuzzling your face into her neck. you feel her arms wrap around you, “i love you, too.”
guys i don’t think you understand in which i have a feral need to have sevika’s two thigh fingers stretching me out while she rocks against me goes, “you like that, baby? me fucking you with my fingers like they were my dick?”
her fingers in between her legs as she had you on your back, legs wrapped around her waist and her pelvis thrusting into you. god, it’s like she is fucking yoh with a dick — the way you’re trembling and moaning underneath her. scrambling to get her close.
her cunt throbs against the back of her own hand and she can’t help but grind her clit into herself as she pushes hard against you — her fingers going deep as possible into your wet cunt.
“fuck…” she groans as she dips her head down in between your neck and suckles the silk in gently, pulling her hips back with her fingers before sinking back into you
why am i thinking of sevika putting a vibrator inside you while you nap so you’re all wet for her when she wakes you up 😵💫
you wanted to take a nap while she was doing g errands and she suggested the vibe…you were so needy anyways so ofc you said yes.
and there you fell asleep with the vibe snug in your wet pussy, the vibrations being controlled by sevika’s phone while she was out.
god i can image the feral look in her eye when she comes home to see you humping the sheets in your sleep, slick coating your inner thighs
and i know her clit throbs as the sound of your whimpers falling from your lips.
she slides into bed with her hand starting from your ankle up your calf, the back of your thigh and right in between them. her fore finger swiping through your folds and feeling the soft hum of the vibrator still snug inside you
she pushes a finger with the toy, a deep groan bubbling in her throat as she feels your cunt squeeze her finger and the toy. her lips find its way to your neck as she nuzzles into you, rocking her hips against your ass
she can’t help herself as she slips in another finger, your pussy greedily swallowing up the digit, slick runs down her wrist as she’s knuckle deep. “baby,” she moans softly into you, feeling her cunt throb with each stroke of her fingers into your sleepy pussy
and you just groan and whine in your sleep until you push back against her, her fingers slipping deeper. “mm, vika..?” she bites your neck softly as she takes her two fingers from your cunt, and pulls the toy out just enough so the tip is still inside of you
“i’m here, princess.” she mumbles before pushing the toy back in, fucking you slowly and softly with it as you sleepy whimpers falling from your lips
sketches of sevika and her baby affectionately named "little fucker" inspired by @archangeldyke-all 's series<3 check it out guys it's amazingly written and sweet
hii you know since first time i read ur works i fell in love with it, darlin
can i request sevika x runway model!reader but make it fluff? Since reader are busy on fashion week, sevika and reader are barely met. One day, when fashion week is over sevika decide to take reader a culinary date because she knows on fashion week reader must maintain her weight, thank you <33
Culinary Date
Contains mentions of starving, dieting and meal skipping, model!r, girlfriend!Sevika.
You had been extra busy with work lately. All the dieting and everything often made you lightheaded because you really needed to watch your weight. Working in the modelling industry definitely wasn't for the weak. Your girlfriend, Sevika, noticed this. She always noticed even the slightest little change in you.
A perfume swap, a new earring or even just new shoes— she'd point it out and chances were high she'd compliment you on it. "Baby, when can we meet again?" Sevika asked, her voice bordering on melancholy. It almost broke your heart knowing you were so busy you couldn't provide enough time to your girlfriend and now she was there asking you when you could meet her again in that puppy tone of voice.
You caved, "Tomorrow my fashion week finally ends, soooo, we could grab lunch together!" You said a little more excitedly than you wanted to let on.
"You sound really happy for someone who tells me she's totally not starving herself." Sevika mumbled on the other side of the phone.
"I am eating properly. Just need to watch my weight is all." You said with a shake of your head. "I'll be fine. You be there on time, pick the location, okay? I have to get going. Bye, I love you." You blew kisses to her before giggling— "Love you too, doll."— and hanging up.
The hurried conversation that day left Sevika to do some deep thinking, and after a while of contemplating she decided she'd take you out a food marathon. A little culinary date to improve your weight after the fashion week. She'd hate to have you blown away by the wind.
The reason why Sevika needed such a long time to come to the conclusion was because she wasn't the time to coddle you and you knew it. Sevika never love bombed. Of course, she bought you the most expensive shits ever, be it perfume, bag or jewelry. Sevika ensured whatever you wore was worth being on your skin. Sevika marked all the restaurants and cafés she planned she'd take you to, spending the night going through their reviews and whatnot.
The next morning, she took more time than usual getting ready and dressing up for you. You deserved the best and you both hadn't been on a date for so long. She missed spending time with you and today she wanted to give you the whole world. She got inside her car, revving the engine and pulled out of the driveway.
“You look stunning.” Sevika smirked seeing you walking out of the runway studio.
You were dressed in a white mini dress with cherry prints paired with a red cardigan. You look absolutely gorgeous, you click-clacked upto Sevika with your red Mary Jane heels that were a gift from her.
“You also look like you lost a lot of weight.” Sevika said, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling you close.
“Yeah, a little.” You shifted. “Hey, can we talk later and get in your car? I'm feeling awfully heady.” Sevika's eyes filled with concern and she didn't let you argue her on it, picking you up bridal style immediately. She placed you down into the passenger seat of her car, closing the door and getting seated herself at the driver's seat.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“Yeah, I'm fine. Just… I guess, this fashion week really took it out of me.” You chuckled nervously hoping Sevika didn't get the hint that you'd been skipping meals every now and then to stay in shape.
“Well, that is why I'm asking you out on a culinary date.” Sevika said, reversing the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
“A culinary date? Well, aren't you fancy?” You teased.
Sevika rolled her eyes. “Mainly because you look like skin on bones right now.”
“That was mean.” You pouted.
“Baby, this looks delicious!” you squeaked seeing the pretty strawberry shortcake. Sevika chuckled and pushed your coffee towards you which you eagerly took a sip of. Sevika watched you with a mix of amusement and concern as you took small bites of the cake.
She could see the hesitation in your movements, the way you seemed almost guilty about indulging in something sweet. It made her frown. “You better finish that,” she said, her tone teasing but firm. “I didn’t bring you here just to watch you pick at your food.”
You sighed dramatically but took another bite, letting the strawberry glaze melt on your tongue. “Happy?”
“Getting there.” Sevika leaned back, sipping her espresso. “You really need to start taking care of yourself, doll.”
You rolled your eyes. “I do take care of myself.” Sevika shot you a look.
“Skipping meals isn’t self-care.” Your lips parted slightly, but you had no response. Instead, you stirred your coffee absentmindedly, avoiding her gaze.
“Hey.” Sevika reached across the table, tilting your chin up so you had no choice but to meet her eyes. “You know you don’t have to do this to yourself, right?” Your breath hitched slightly. The warmth in her voice, the softness in her usually sharp gaze—it made your chest tighten.
“I just…” You exhaled shakily, gripping your spoon. “There’s a lot of pressure, Sev.”
“I know,” she murmured. “But I don’t give a damn about any of that. You’re already perfect to me.” You let out a small laugh.
“That’s cheesy.” “Maybe,” Sevika smirked. “But it’s true.” You hesitated for a moment before taking another bite of cake, a real bite this time. Sevika nodded approvingly and gestured toward your coffee. “Drink up. I’ve got more plans for us after this.”
You raised a brow. “More plans?”
Sevika’s smirk deepened. “Yeah. If I have to, I’ll personally make sure you get three full meals today.”
You huffed but couldn’t fight the small smile forming on your lips. Maybe, just maybe, letting Sevika take care of you wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
an incessant blaring sound interrupts your nighttime routine. at first, you assume its from the apartment building next to yours. but then the smell of smoke slowly infiltrates any crevice and vent it can seep through. the noises of people frantically exiting the building doesn’t quell the alarm. you feel horrible for thinking what a major inconvenience this is. half of your hair is set with curlers. you grab your purse, keys and phone and follow the crowd down the stairs safely.
once you’re in the night air, you thank whatever gods may exist, it wasn’t your building effected. firefighters flutter in and out of the apartment units sharing an alley with yours. the flames appear somewhat tamed. neighbors mindlessly chatter—speculating what could have caused the fire. EMTs already set up a barricade but it doesn’t stop human curiosity. folks pressing tightly on the wooden barricades and incessantly pestering cops, firefighters or EMTs for any update.
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thirty minutes later, the flames have succumbed to the efforts of the firefighters. a lingering smell of smoke sits in the air. mud and water mix with the black ash on the building. you see familiar faces crying and holding each other. the firefighters did their best but half of the building got hit the hardest. guilt washes over you. here you felt inconvenienced by the alarm but people have lost most of their belongings and most likely have to start from scratch.
unexpectedly the crowd erupts with a thunderous clap and cheering. it takes no time to realize everyone is commending the firefighters for their hard work. you witness the civil servants peeling off their helmets one by one. it’s clear all of them are exhausted. then some women start dog whistling. with an arched eyebrow, you locate the firefighter causing all the chaos.
the woman stands over 6 feet. she already removed the top layer of the suit which dangles off one shoulder. the moonlight and street lights reflect off her brown skin glistening with sweat. you can hear the gulp of women, straight and queer, as the firefighter curls her fingers underneath her fitted and soaked white t-shirt. she brings the hem of her shirt to her face—wiping off sweat and lingering ash. the entirety of her abs are on display. without even straining you see a drop of sweat rolling down her stomach.
a few women start fanning themselves. you even witness one pushing her cleavage up for prominent display. you hear through the chaos someone announcing residents in your building are allowed to enter again. sighing your relief, you start following the crowd. someone grabs your elbow—trying to get your attention.
swiftly turning around, you’re met face to face with the firefighter causing the lustful gazes and audible desires. with the distance closed—you’re able to see the faded scars on her face and the beginning wrinkles on the corners of her eyes. something about her, her face, those intense grey eyes stirs familiarity in your core. she presents you with a crooked smile.
“don’t recognize me, stranger?” her voice emerges as if from the squashed flames themselves.
you narrow your eyes and let them inspect those features. her fluffy and long eyelashes. her silken black hair that frames her face. the richness of her skin tone provoking you to kiss every inch.
you gasp with recognition. “sevika?”
sevika lets out the tiniest chuckle and nods. her hand on your elbow remains. it sends warmth and comfort throughout your arm. now that you’ve placed the face—you cannot believe you did not connect the dots sooner. yes, she’s aged but she’s still sevika. maybe not your sevika but still the sevika you grew up with.
the same sevika who fiercely protected you and let you crawl into her bottom bunk. the same sevika who beat up the boys for touching you the wrong way. then wiping your tears away moments later. especially the same sevika that took you to the overlook and shared your first kiss with. your guardian angel you never stopped thinking about or hoping turned out okay.
“you’re a firefighter now?”
“well i’ve been one for ten years but yeah.” sevika hold on your elbow shifts, you almost cry, but she only moves her hand underneath it.
your eyes continue searching sevika’s. “i thought you might’ve moved away or…”
sevika knowingly crooks a smile. “or jail?” you cringe but sevika laughs. “yeah, well i came too close a few times. but must’ve had my own guardian angel or something because the last time i got arrested—the judge told me enough was enough. she sent me to some reform program. i ended up liking the firefighter gig so…permanently fighting fires.”
“i’m so proud of you, sev. really.”
“thanks, kid.” sevika takes one step back then inconspicuously checks you out. “maybe not a kid anymore. you’ve filled out well.” she reaches out with her free hand and lifts some hair away from your ears. “and you’ve grown into your ears.”
an instantaneous blush spreads on your cheeks and you swat sevika’s hand away. your fingers reach to situate your hair but sevika catches them. you watch as sevika brings your hand to her lips, pressing a tender kiss on your knuckles. the feel of those full lips sends signals all over your skin. it’s almost the same effect she unwillingly provoked on all those women. refraining from retracting your hand, you keep your eyes locked on sevika.
she only smiles. her lips spreading across your knuckles. dammit. sevika fully knows the effect she’s having on you. she drinks it in eagerly despite your limited reactions.
“you hurt or anything? you didn’t live in that building, right?”
you shake your head in response to both questions. sevika smiles again. “oh, good. not a damsel in distress anymore. i get off in an hour. you’ll still be up?”
blinking away your visible confusion, you think over her question. “um, probably, yeah? why?”
a laugh rumbles in sevika’s chest but it never escapes her lips. “because i wanna come over, pretty girl. it’s been so long. can you blame me for wanting to make up for lost time?”
“oh. no, i mean, yes.” you groan—feeling like that helpless teenager that always needed sevika around. “yes, you can come over. i’ll be up. im apartment 8C—ring the buzzer and i’ll come get you.”
sevika hums her acknowledgment then releases her hold from your hand and elbow. yet her touch doesn’t cease and she reaches for a few strands of hair. “it’s kinda unfair, ya know?”
“what’s unfair?”
“you’re outside in a robe and hair half done but still the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.”
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placing a kettle on the stove, you reach for two mugs and a container of all your special teas. sevika won’t know, but you never offer anyone your good teas. tonight feels special though. you can feel those grey eyes boring into your back. in the hour and a half window sevika allotted you—you showered, finished with the curlers in your hair, and found a pair of your cutest pajamas. the ruffles on the hem of the shorts barely grazed the crease meeting your butt and thighs. maybe overly ambitious?
when you had greeted sevika at the front door—you could tell her eyes didn’t know what to take in first. in sevika’s mind you were the picture of femininity. pink cotton pajamas hugging your curves sinfully. the cute little bow on the camisole teasing her eyes. she hadn’t expected her heart to momentarily stop at witnessing a fray strand you missed in your curler set. and the way you smelled? a mixture of strawberries and coconut with the faintest dash of something earthy.
sevika’s always found hyperfemininity attractive in the women she dated and slept with. but it was something about you…you wore it effortlessly and without second thought. it was apart of you.
she took in your apartment but eventually found herself staring at you as you prepared the tea.
“need any help, pretty girl?”
the words linger in the air before settling into your skin. when did she get so comfortable with petnames? the kettle whistles pulling you away from the lustful thoughts. “i’m good, thanks. do you still take a heap of sugar and milk in your tea?”
sevika barks out a laughter and you cannot help looking over your shoulder to witness the melodic sound. “i guess some things don’t change. yeah, you know what i like.”
squashing your nerves, you carefully pack some tea herbs into a tiny meshed infuser. once they’re packed—you steadily pour water over them in the mugs. normally you’d watch the tea steep, darkening the water, but instead you carry the mugs over to sevika. placing them down carefully on the thrifted mahogany coffee table, you rush back into the kitchen grabbing a pint of milk, brown sugar and some shortbread cookies.
there’s a sudden warmth that appears behind you. before you can properly investigate a calloused yet familiar hand gently rests on your waist.
“you sure you don’t need help with that…sugar?”
you’re hopeless against the drawl of sevika’s words. the end of her sentence hitting with a double entendres. you cannot place a time sevika’s petnamed you, sugar. she awakens another level of curiosity and arousal within you. if only you could see the look on sevika’s face. the knowing smirk of her affect on you. her pupils dilating and darkening in a way you’ve never been privy to.
you cannot help the racing of your heart. or closing your eyes. you don’t even notice you’re leaning back into sevika’s comfortable warmth until her hand shifts towards the front of your hip. as if she’s catching you and relaying the same message: i miss you.
“yes, you can carry the sugar, sev.” the words somehow manage to crawl out after the long pause between question.
sevika barely grunts her response before reaching underneath your arm. she purposely leans forward. her hips now pressed against your butt. you feel the encompassing safety of her broad shoulders brushing on your neck. you find yourself holding your breath until she pulls away. her prosthetic arm, this one different than the one from the fire earlier, smoothly retrieves the sugar jar.
then she steps back, as if, nothing happened and walks nonchalantly back to the couch. she might as well have whistled with the cockiness oozing off of her. you shakily inhale, one, two, three, then exhale, four five six. jitters remain nonetheless.
you find sevika on the love seat and taking up space at that. yes, you technically have room to sit. but you’d be forced to sit directly underneath her. despite the presence of another sofa, you are both aware that is not how this dance flows.
as sevika already suspected, you delicately lower yourself in the couch cushion next to her. your thighs have no space besides pressed tightly against hers. you cannot tell if you’re hallucinating or can actually feel the warmth through her jeans. not wanting to address the obvious silence you begin prepping the teas. a crap ton of sugar and then enough milk the color turns almost a sandy color.
sevika intently watches your actions. your fingers moving with remembered fluidity. she likes the color you polished your nails. finding herself wondering how they’d juxtapose against the pinkness of your spread pussy. sevika cannot deny the intense arousal building within her. it came the second she spotted your face. it dwelled and grew with her longing to hold you and whisper how much she missed you.
every second spent in your presence reminded sevika why she never lasted long in previous relationships. it took her some therapy and time alone to realize she unintentionally looked for you in every kiss, every hug, every fuck. no one ever came close to the calming water you poured on her raging fire. she could not leave the apartment without, at least, holding your face and kissing you tenderly then passionately.
“i learned to make chai. authentic chai.” your carefully plucked words barely relieves the tension.
sevika tips her head a little. “you did? why?”
you blush and hand sevika her tea. the answer feels rather obvious. “you said whenever we got outta there—you’d make me your amma’s chai.” you stop there. you cannot bring yourself to finish. but you know sevika can deduce and fill in the rest.
“did it help?”
“help with what?”
“help you feel closer to me.”
the words linger between the two of you. sevika’s expertly laid her intentions out with a few words. the bait flops in your hands—far too easy to deny or resist.
you turn your head—finally meeting sevika’s gaze for the first time since she entered the apartment. you expected another cocky smirk. instead you’re met with rounded eyes of vulnerability. they almost pool sevika’s desperation. even if you had planned on lying, on denying the obvious, everything vanished. reflected back at you was the same fifteen year old girl you fell in love with.
“no. no, it didn’t. nothing did.” you whisper out the words. almost believing if you speak the truth you’ll awaken from a beautiful dream.
sevika rests her mug on the coffee table. mindful of the coaster present. you focus on the action but within seconds her hand, no longer on the mug, cups your face. it emanates the lingering warmth from her mug. even without thinking, you reach for her prosthetic arm rested on her lap. you settle it on your other cheek. the balance of cold metal and warm flesh somehow feels symbolic. or maybe you’re searching for too much meaning in reuniting with an old friend…lover?
the magnetic pull draws you both closer until your lips are slotted together. moving in synchronization as if 15 years haven’t passed. as if you didn’t only share one kiss. all the longing and aching over pours into the kiss. your heart somehow thumps rapidly yet feels calm and steady within its cavity. when sevika tenderly swipes her tongue against your plump bottom lip—you know in that instance you’d do anything she wanted.
you graciously part your lips with a whimper. you feel sevika hesitate before she parts your lips by an inch.
“you always sound like that, pretty girl?” sevika barely murmurs the question on your lips.
too impatient to answer or decipher what sevika means, you take the inch of space back and unite your lips once again. sevika laughs into the kiss and indulges the neediness. she is just as desperate, maybe even more. her hands ever so slightly tighten their hold on your face. a tiny whimper escapes once again as sevika tangles her tongue with yours. she responds with a eager grumble of her own.
sevika, testing the waters, pretends to pull away. your lips, without hesitation, chase after hers. you both do this dance until sevika manages to guide you into her lap. any hesitancy dissolves. you are reunited with an old flame and you’re desperate to kindle it and let it burn and consume you. straddling sevika’s hips, panting into the kiss, sevika presses one hand on your lower back—keeping you firmly in place.
letting your body make the decisions, not wrapped in the cloud of lingering doubt, you nip on sevika’s lower lip. sucking flesh between your lips as your tongue strokes the inner softness of her lip. you relish the feeing of sevika’s hand gripping your back. the little groan she emits. her shifting underneath—as if you’re already getting her hot and bothered (you are).
her grip still firm on your lower back—sevika tips her head back on the couch. her eyes remain closed as she processes the weight of her actions and of you in her lap. your own lips tingle as you analyze sevika’s face. a smile stretches on yours as you notice her thoroughly kissed and swollen lips. you’re already itching for another kiss. instead, patient as ever, your fingers work to remove the curlers from your hair. it’s no point in pretending you and sevika are not having sex tonight. curlers and sex don’t necessarily pair.
sevika eyes barely manage open as she feels the shift in her lap. she watches in intense fascination as you free your hair. there are varying curl patterns since some curlers where in place longer than others. your fingers delicate despite the slight panting on your chest. your nipples already pert in attention. you do not catch sevika’s gaze until you’re almost done.
she smiles without hesitation the second your eyes meet. her hands begin wandering up your sides. in the wake your camisole rides up with the action. goosebumps populate your skin. your fingers almost tremble pulling the last bobby pin. sevika drags you closer the second the final curl falls. your hair creates a curtain of privacy.
sevika rakes her eyes over the exposed skin and how your camisole rests underneath your breasts. “can i take this off, pretty girl?”
an immediate nod comes from you. “please, yes.”
sevika moans. she moans at your eagerness and how willing you are to trust her. the surprise only lasts momentarily as sevika’s peeling off the tiny fabric. you watch her lips fall apart with a flux of emotions on her face. once the shirt is freed from your hair—sevika opens her mouth to ask for permission.
your hand cradles the back of sevika’s neck and draw her closer to one nipple. “you don’t have to ask permission, sev. i want what you want.”
sevika moans again with the permission. you effortlessly taking control of what you want—turns sevika on more than she’s ready to admit. nonetheless her lips circle around your nipple. her tongue darts around the bud. it earns her the response of you bucking your hips and pushing her closer to your breast. she gladly obliges.
her lips suction your nipple with a little more pressure. a hand comes to cup the neglected breast. palming and kneading with expertise. her large hand encompasses in a way you don’t think any lover has before. her teeth carefully experiment with nibbling on your nipple. you whine in response.
your hips move on their own accord. the combined sensation of teeth, tongue, lips and her hands leaves you desperate and wanting. you relish in the feeling of her jean crotch providing the perfect friction to your needy grinding. sevika groans into your nipple once she connects the dots.
her lips move from your nipple. a string of saliva leaving a connection. she lifts her eyes to yours. a sound traps in your throat seeing the pure need in sevika’s eyes.
hushed and rushed words tumble from sevika’s lips. “i need to make you feel good, baby. please. please can i taste you?”
you are positive sevika’s never had such desperation in her words. because you know no one in their right mind could deny her. but with you…she’s uncertain. the years of yearning bubbling over into this precise moment. you capture her lips in response. trying to say; yes take everything, all you need and want, drink and fill yourself.
with grace of a ballerina—sevika turns the tides and she’s standing with you in her arms, bridal style. you don’t even have the opportunity to be thrown off guard. she moves around your apartment as if she’s walked in this space numerous times. sevika locates your room without instruction.
she lowers you on the bed like a delicate flower. you’re tempted to protest but you give her the grace. you both deserve a tender reunion. sevika hastily steps out of her jeans. she stands before you in her navy boxers and a black shirt. your breathing matches hers with built up tension and anticipation. sevika moves closer to the bed and you begin crawling backwards.
she catches your ankle, shaking her head. “not yet, baby.”
sevika kneels at the edge of the bed on the floor. understanding without her saying much, you position yourself where she placed you before. sevika nuzzles her cheek against the inside of your knee. your fingers find solace in her strands. your nails softly scratching at her scalp. with your soothing yet tingling touch sevika begins her journey of kisses up your thighs. interchangeably switching sides until her lips meet the hem of your shorts.
sevika’s eyes travel the length of your body and her lips spread into a smile as you lift your hips. chuckling lowly, sevika parts with enough space to remove your shorts and underwear in one swift motion. she loses her breathing at the sight of you bare before her. the tussles of hair on your mound travel down to your lips. sevika gently widens your thighs. her action reveals how drenched you are. she can hear the slick separating between your folds. her mouth salivates at the sight and sound.
her hands massage at your thighs eliciting a trembling moan from you. you whimper, looping one leg on sevika’s shoulder. digging the heel of your foot into her shoulder blade to draw her near.
“don’t make me beg, sev. come on…”
sevika groans and circles her arms around your thighs, tugging you closer off the edge of the bed. “i’m sorry, princess. i don’t mean to make you wait. let me fix that.”
she presses a chaste kiss on your clit. you’re about to admonish her for teasing but your words are caught in your throat. sevika roughly drags her tongue up the length of your cunt. she moans deeply as your taste floods her mouth. now paired with your scent, sevika knows she will never get enough. her fingers firmly grip into your thighs and she feasts.
her tongue expertly explores every single inch it can reach. she starts with the languid yet pressured licks. each lick causes you to buck into her mouth. too unaware you could potentially bust her upper lip. not that sevika cares either. she switches her methods and uses the tip of her tongue to tease circles on your clit. she basks in the heavy moan you release as she focuses on your clit. your hips move in faint circles meeting each stroke of her tongue. one hand remains in sevika’s hair—softly caressing her hair or on occasion tugging on the silk-like strands.
sevika whimpers into your cunt as you play with her hair. her whimpers vibrate on your clit in such a sensual way. it produces a high pitched whine that you’ve never heard from yourself. even sevika briefly paused to fully appreciate the noise that graced her ears. nonetheless she returns to worshiping your clit. as she sucks it between her pursed lips, her own hand snakes down into her boxers.
not at all surprised with the pool of her own arousal. her calloused fingers rub an immediate circle around her clit. she’s so wet and sensitive she can barely feel the roughness embedded on her fingertips. but that’s not the stimulation she’s seeking. the second sevika’s tongue dips inside your cunt—her two fingers push past her entrance. you and sevika simultaneously groan. sevika allows you the opportunity to arch off the bed and grind down on her tongue. the warm and wet muscle teasing that special, squishy spot inside of you. her own fingers knuckles deep inside herself.
sevika almost cries into your pussy with the overwhelming sensations. riding her own fingers while you ride her tongue. through the haze in her eyes sevika witnesses the beauty of you chasing your desires. she wants you to topple over on her tongue continuously. if she could, she’d put brush to canvas and honor this moment forever. it only instills in sevika she must never depart from your life again.
your fingers tug sevika’s hair. sevika replies with a whimper and somehow understands the frantic look in your eyes. her lips return to your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure. she witnesses your eyes rolling towards the back of your head. her own hips speeding up in hopes of climaxing with you. sevika’s tongue dashes across your clit occasionally intent on seeing you lose control with the added stimulation.
“seeeev!” your back arches off the bed and your thighs squeeze her head in place.
those manicured nails sevika adores so much scrape over her scalp. she moans with the stinging sensation. her fingers make squelching noises as she works them rapidly. you’re too lost in the heights of your climax. unable to register sevika is fucking herself as her mouth sends black spots over your vision.
sevika, relentlessly, obliges after hearing a pleading whimper. her lips leave a departing kiss on your clit before pulling away. but sevika continues grinding on her fingers. she bites into your thigh as she chases her own release. it takes everything in you to prop up on your elbows. your eyes watch in widened excitement.
she catches your gaze and you forget how to breathe. the unadulterated need and yearning in those grey eyes set you off for another round. sevika seems to read your thoughts before they even form. she carefully retracts her fingers then climbs on the bed. sevika helps guide you towards the center of the mattress.
“you flexible, pretty girl?” sevika questions. her soaked fingers teasingly run through your folds.
“depends. why?”
sevika smiles too wide for it being such a loaded question. she spreads your legs wider then hovers a little above you. you instinctively press your hand into the shell of her lower back. urging the woman to apply more of her weight. sevika happily follows the non-verbal instruction. she sighs at the feeling of your body.
her intentions soon become clear as sevika presses her swollen and perturbed clit on your mound. you let out a shaky gasp at the sensation. sevika reaches underneath your knee and lifts your leg on her shoulder. a guttural moan escapes you from the unexpected stretch.
“fuck, i’m sorry, baby. too much? i can stop.” sevika is already attempting to lower the leg.
without hesitation you grab sevika’s wrist and shake your head. “no, please. i need to see you come. please…use me.”
sevika bucks her hips with the unexpected words you bestow on her. she leaves the leg on her shoulder. her works to find the perfect rhythm and fluidity to grind her clit down. she eventually settles on moving her hips up and down. it allows both your clits to feel stimulated when she drags down. her prosthetic fingers dig into your thighs as her hips work in momentum. once you’ve grown accustomed to sevika’s pacing—you lift your hips to meet her halfway.
you almost drool at the sight of sevika’s head thrown back in ecstasy. the rhythmic bumping of your clits. the sensitivity it invokes—one you’re bound to chase for the rest of your life. sevika lets out the tiniest mewl. it sounds so unlike her, you almost question, if it came from you. yet her eyes are half hooded and eyebrows scrunched as if in concentration. a thin layer of sweat shines on her face. she’s majestic.
sevika attempts to focus her gaze on you. a pleading tone laced into her words. “baby…baby…gonna…pl-please…”
you refrain from the shit eating grin wanting to overtake your face. “asking me to come, sevi-baby?”
biting her lip, sevika nods shamelessly, needing the permission. craving the permission from her most special girl. “please…”
“you’re perfect, sevika. i’ve missed you. go ahead, beautiful. come for me. let me see you…”
sevika turns her head into the propped leg on her shoulder and messily kisses the tender flesh. you continue meeting her hips despite sevika forgoing any sort of rhythmic pacing. she whispers incoherent love rambles and gratitude. a moan trapped in sevika’s throat gives away her platitude. she slams her hips into you, as if, coming inside of you.
her body tenses above you right before moans bubble from her lips. eventually her tension alleviates to waves of trembling. you remove your leg from her shoulder and instantly sevika collapses atop of you. her legs slotted with yours. you feel just how wet this ordeal made her.
sevika nuzzles her nose into neck. your fingers trace nonsensical shapes over her back. overtime your hearts sync as you listen to each others breathing.
“my pretty girl…it’ll be until death do us part before we are separated again.” sevika whispers the promise into your neck.
an exhausted yet satiated smile tickles your cheeks. “is that a marriage proposal, sevika?”
sevika cheekily nips the sensitive skin of your neck. “and a promise, sugar.”
dont talk to me Jinx calls Sevika "unnie" (older sister) in the korean dubbing 😭😭😭😭
unnie is what Jinx calls Vi, her biological sister, but it's also used when a younger woman informally/casually addresses an older woman even if the relationship isn't familial.
this one translation choice alone signals a huge shift in Jinx and Sevika's relationship, bc even as early as the first season Jinx was just calling Sevika by her name. idk i just think it's neat that the Koreans were just like "nope they're a found family" before it's even physically shown
