Hey, I just wanted to say that I just read your invisiblazer x reader post and it was great. I saw your authors note saying that you probably would never write for them again publicly, but I just wanted you to know that I absolutely loved it. The tension was amazing, the characters were believable, and I thought it was absolutely perfect â€ïž.
Iâd love to read more from you Xx
omg hiii, thatâs so sweet đ„č i still have some ideas in my notes plus some unfinished fanfics, so if i ever get energy to finish them and have free time from life, i might post them here đ«¶đ»
hopefully itâs gonna be sooner than later tho đđ»
"make it right" came up on my dash and I got halfway through it before I lost it and after searching frantically, I found it again. I loved this fic and just wanted to reach out to tell you so! <3 followed
aww thank you so much! <3 iâm glad you liked it, and hopefully iâll be more free to write more soon, cuz uni is kicking my ass rn⊠đ
warnings! hr violations (because of course), slow burn, feelings (yes this needs a warning by itself), robert and z-team get mentioned briefly, courtney lowkey kinda sucks at feelings, reader is confused, mandy is a sweetheart, mentions of cheating (mandy and phenomaman, doesnât mean i condone cheating), smut at the end, cunnilingus (mandy and courtney receiving), scissoring (mandy x reader), strap on usage (courtney x reader), dirty talk, thereâs def more but idk anymore
men and minors dni!!!
word count: 16,2k words
âđ Ì. summary: somehow, you fall in love with both of them, and they may or may not have fallen for you too
note: so⊠i didnât expect to actually post this, and i was debating for a long time if i even want to post it, but thanks to my bestie @raspberryycakes i decided to just go with it đ itâs absolutely long, probably absolutely awful, but hey i spent a really long time on this (wouldâve been quicker if uni wasnât a complete pain in the ass rn)⊠anyway, i hope my fellow invisiblazer lovers enjoy whatever this is, because idk if iâll ever write for dispatch publicly again
there are also three tiny hidden references to other shit i like and whoever finds them gets a glazed donut (or whatever)
enjoy!!
a week has passed since shroudâs been arrested, hopefully this time for good. most of the red ring members have been found and dealt with, depending on who got their hands on them first, and everything seems to be turning back to the normal the city can offer.
well, as normal as torrance can be. crime will never stop, even when you take out the leader. petty crimes are still a problem, other gangs are still standing, and the mess the red ring had left behind needs taking care of.
everyone at SDN, including you, have been drowning in all kinds of work. paperwork, sending out superheroes on the field, and a shit ton of things youâve been drowning in for the past couple of days.
itâs crazy how quickly things had gone downhill. what chaos shroud and his goons caused. people, superheroes and dispatchers alike, have worked tirelessly to keep things running since. to fix the shit that happened.
but there is a certain someone whoâs worked twice, maybe three times harder than the rest. staying late until you found them knocked out in the office, looking like a defenseless kitten.
that someone is none other than blonde blazer. or, well⊠mandy. you have a hard time adjusting to that change. you have been so used to the beautiful, radiant woman your boss is, how she always seemed to shine whenever she smiled, and looked at everyone like theyâve set stars on the sky after a successful shift. and being her somewhat of an assistant, you were always close to that sight.
but you canât say you hate this change. quite the opposite, really.
you admire her never-ending vigor, the passion and determination she puts into her work. even without powers, she is still the same strong woman that flew on the scene of crime without a second thought if she had to, who puts others first before she thinks of herself.
you admire it, but it also worries you. the bags under her eyes keep getting darker, and by now you believe her blood type is plain coffee from the machine. she pushes herself too hard, and itâs only a matter of time before she will burn out.
even robert noticed. offered help many times, too. but mandy always gave him that soft smile and said that she was âalrightâ. clearly, she is anything but alright.
you donât have to be a genius to see it. every day you come early to work, only to find mandy already running around with an exhausted smile on her face when she noticed you. youâve often tried to steer her from work, invite her out somewhere just so she can forget about the stress, but she refused each time. always saying how much work there is to be done.
youâre exhausted for her by just watching her.
and today isnât any different.
the break just came around, and others around you are enjoying their thirty minutes of peace. everyone, except for mandy. sheâs been working nonstop, running from her office to other peopleâs cubicles, collecting as many papers as possible.
and you just canât relax when all you can do is watch her work herself to the bone. and watching her nearly trip over her own foot is the last straw for you. one way or another, youâll force her to at least have a few minutes of well deserved R&R.
you heat up your lunch in the break room, brew a nicely warm cup of tea from the tea bags you keep in your desk drawer, and take a few packets of sugar with you. warm meal in one hand and tea in the other â along with some sugar packets in your pocket, you make her way to mandyâs office.
with your hands full, you donât bother with knocking. with your elbow, you nudge the doorknob until the door creak open for you to step in, and your gaze falls on the sad sight of the woman drowning in god knows how many papers.
she doesnât even register you coming in until you stand by her desk. she jumps slightly when your foot bangs against the wood, her blue eyes wide in surprise. her expression softens when she realizes itâs you, a tired yet still tender smile curling up on her lips.
âoh, hey. sorry, i didnât hear you come in,â mandy lets out a small sigh, brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes.
you almost wave her off, forgetting your hands are way too full for that. âitâs alright. not like i could knock,â you look down at the meal and tea in your hands before setting it in front of her. âbrought you something. i noticed you only had coffee today.â
mandyâs eyes widen again when you set the lunch box and the cup before her. it isnât anything special, really. an easy meal prep you managed to do before leaving, but sheâs staring at it like itâs a michelin star meal. itâs adorable seeing the sparkles in her eyes.
âah, no. i- iâm alright, reaââ before she can continue refusing, the sound of her stomach growling for food speaks louder than her words. she sighs, chuckling under her breath. âguess i canât really argue after that, can i?â
âno, you really canât,â you smile at her, pushing the lunch closer to her to get the point across. âoh, and before i forget,â you reach for your pocket, taking out the sugar packets and placing them on the table. âdonât know how you prefer your tea, so i had to improvise.â
mandy continues to stare at the food on her desk, and for a second, her lips tremble. it has been a while since someone has taken care of her without her saying anything, a long while.
âthank you, really. itâs true that i barely got to eat these days,â she reaches for the warm tea, taking the scent in. âis that⊠chamomile? are you trying to make me fall asleep?â
âwe all know youâd need it,â you laugh, your eyes focused on mandy as she takes a sip, gauging her reaction. âbut no. thought youâd seemed stressed, so chamomile felt like the best option.â
âyou have more teabags on you than this?â
âi have at least eight different kinds of tea in my drawer,â this gets an eye roll from mandy, but you ignore it. âand i will brew all of them in a shitty concoction if it means i get to knock you out and make you some proper rest.â
as much of an office sweetheart you are known to be, you never minced your words. other people would probably gasp and clutch their pearls if they saw you talking to your boss this way, but you only mean well. and if this is what gets mandy to relax, so be it.
âfair enough. although, an assistant shouldnât be speaking to her boss like that,â mandy says, a smirk on her lips. âbut iâll ignore the mild hr violation. for now, at least.â
âoh, the meal cancels it out, iâm sure,â you joke with a grin, and when mandy laughs again, you nearly celebrate on the spot.
âyouâre pushing your luck.â
âfine, fine. iâll stop,â you raise your hands in defeat, taking a step back from the desk.
she mutters a small âgoodâ under her breath, and the tone of her voice makes the back of your neck heat up. itâs wrong to talk to your superior like she is a long time acquaintance, you know that. but itâs even worse to be awfully attracted to said superior. you donât even know how many times youâve violated the hr rules by simply thinking of mandy in this way.
and you never want to find out how sheâd react.
you watch as mandy finally takes a bite, and her shoulders sag a little in relief. it eases the slight worry tugging at your heart, seeing her resting for just a moment.
this is the perfect time to ask her out.
âso,â you start, catching mandyâs attention. âi know you always say no, but⊠how about we plan something tonight? maybe at my place, a bottle of wine. a nice alone time between coworkers.â
you watch her contemplating, cogs turning in her head. for a second it feels like she will reject the offer again, and that makes your throat tighten in potential disappointment. the last thing you want is to come out as pushy, but you secretly hope to get to know the real mandy better. not just blonde blazer youâre used to, or the mandy you only see in the office now.
but then a miracle happens.
âyâknow, i think i need a break,â she sighs, taking a sip of tea. âthings have been piling up, and i might honestly just lose my freaking mind.â
âfreaking?â you snicker, covering your mouth. âcanât believe you just cursed. hr isnât going to be happy about that.â
âsays the one who speaks to her boss like a friend,â she scoffs.
ââŠyou got me there.â
you laugh together, and the moment feels nice. it warms your heart, seeing her be happy. and with you of all people in the office. the conversation flows smoothly like a river, and minutes pass in the speed of light. you couldnât ask for a better break than with mandy, talking freely like long-time pals.
until someone bursts into the room rather abruptly. both of you visibly jump when the hinges nearly come off, and when you find invisigal standing in the doorway, both you and mandy canât help but sigh.
âvisi, i told you to knock. especially you,â mandy scolds her, but her tone is still so soft when speaking to the other woman.
âshe didnât knock,â visi points at you accusingly. the audacity.
âwell, i had my hands full, if you noticed,â you note, a small frown appearing on your wrists.
âdonât get your panties in a twist, cookie girl. just fucking with you,â she gives you a wink and bumps your shoulder, which stuns you for a few seconds.
this is the nicest invisigal has been to you. well, nice in invisigalâs terms. you remember trying to get along with her, make her feel welcomed. her name always screamed at you at the bottom of the leaderboards, unwilling to move up. and you tried to help her, you really did. be it some sort of savior complex drilled in you from childhood â as visi oh-so-nicely accused you of â but you didnât want her to quit, for some reason.
but your efforts were always met with bitter disappointment. she pushed you away, laughed at your efforts, called you soft and sweet in that condescending tone that nearly broke your patience. you gave up trying to be kind with her.
and it honestly slightly pissed you off when robert managed to do in a few days what you had tried to do for fucking weeks. somehow it made you even more bitter, seeing her take peopleâs kindness for granted.
and then, shroud happened. you found out the truth about her only after it all happened. her being a some sort of double agent for shroud, her taking a bullet for robert. you heard the short story of what happened. mandy told you, being her assistant and all, and having to deal with the mess the z-team usually is.
thatâs when the changes started to happen.
since then, invisigal acted⊠different. you canât say better, but she was trying. sheâs still the same brash, slightly immature and emotionally constipated woman, but beyond all that, you can see the desperate want to be more than a former, run of the mill villain.
it was a strange, but otherwise a good change. though you canât say it changes anything for you. you had your clashes with her, and there have been far too many of them for you to soften up to her. you may be the kind one in the office, but you have your limits, and standards.
âhey, is everything okay?â mandyâs voice rings in front of you, snapping you from your thoughts.
âoh! oh yeah, iâm fine,â you wave her off with a smile.
âthatâs good,â she smiles at you, her hand gently landing on your shoulder to gently squeeze it, and it makes your heart skip a beat.
âdonât know,â invisigal walks up to you, a smirk on her face. âsheâs a little⊠red.â
your eyes widen, and you glare at her in warning. âiâm just a little warm, thatâs all,â you mutter through gritted teeth.
âuh-huh⊠suuuure.â
âvisi, enough,â and to your surprise, mandyâs commanding tone shuts the other woman right up, but not without a small, dissatisfied nose scrunch. mandy then turns to you, her smile returning. âso⊠tonight, after work?â
âyeah, sounds good,â you could almost lean into her warmth now, if you two were alone.
âwhatâs tonight?â invisigal asks, her arms crossed as she leans against mandyâs desk.
âoh, right. we were planning to hang out together. as friends,â mandy explains, and you watch as visiâs expression morphs into one of suspicion.
âas friends, huh?â she looks at you, her brown eyes assessing you as if you were the walking hr hazard in the room. perhaps she just has some unexplainable personal vendetta against you, you assume. for what? you have no idea.
âwhat is that supposed to mean?â you ask.
âoh, nothing. just⊠you seem close,â visi shrugs, smirking at you. âi mean, you did all of this. brought her food and tea. thatâs pretty intimate.â
âoh, come on. she does that for everyone,â mandy defends you, and that makes invisigal grin with that mischief that means nothing good.
âwhatever you say,â she raises her hands in mock defeat. âbut if thatâs the case, surely you wonât mind if i⊠join in on the fun?â
what?!
there is no way sheâs just inviting herself to your place like that. she just cornered you, trapped you into whatever sheâs doing. sheâs unpredictable in all the worst ways, visible or not.
âwhat?â
âyâknow⊠as friends,â she winks at you again, making air quotes at the word âfriendsâ. âiâd love to know the sweetheart dispatcher who always leaves cookies and whatever sweet shitty pastry for everyone in the break room.â
now youâre just confused. is she being serious, or is this another one of her manipulations? youâve given her many chances before, offered her a friendly hand more times than you can count, and she always refused to even acknowledge it. why now?
before you can say anything, mandy speaks up. âi⊠donât see why not?â she looks at you, waiting for your decision.
your eyes flicker back to back between them. youâre put in the spotlight, which you certainly didnât ask for.
you can refuse, say that this is just for you and mandy. but when your eyes dart back to visi one last time, you see something in her expression. fear, maybe? or is it hope? the spark is gone before you can question it further when she realizes youâre looking at her, tearing her gaze away.
âalright⊠guess i have enough wine for three,â you sigh in defeat, shrugging your shoulders.
invisigal all but grins again, coming close to lightly punch your shoulder before leaving the room with a âsee ya!â and surprisingly without turning invisible.
âsorry,â mandy apologizes suddenly, her hand back on your shoulder. âi shouldnât have invited her so abruptly without your permission, to your place, of all things⊠iâm just worried about her.â
âworried? why? sheâs finally doing a little better,â you put a little emphasis on the âlittleâ, and it sounds a lot more sarcastic than intended.
âlook, i know sheâs a tough nut to crack. iâm not trying to coddle her, or anything. sheâs done enough bullshit over the past few months, but i just donât want her to spiral,â she stares at the closed door where visi left a moment earlier. âsheâs trying. it canât fix all the fuck ups sheâs done, and it will definitely be a while before she gets all the trust back, but i guess i believe in her more than most do.â
âyeah, you definitely do. you see something good in everyone of those z-team assholes. her, especially,â you chuckle, bumping mandy softly. âdonât know how you do it.â
âsays the one who bakes all different kinds of cookies nearly every other day,â her smile broadens.
âyeah, but even the cookie girl has her limits,â you roll your eyes at her jab. âand i fear invisigal tested my patience like no other.â
mandy sighs at what you say, and you can tell she wants to say something. but before she can, your phone suddenly buzzes. the thirty minute break is over, and both of you have to come back to work. great.
âduty calls,â you mumble under your breath, forcing yourself to part from mandy for the next few miserable hours. âtonight, then?â
âtonight,â mandy nods, and with a soft âbyeâ, you walk out of her office to get back to your cubicle, not even noticing the pair of brown eyes focusing on you from the distance.
you shouldâve said no. you really should have.
the words kept repeating in your mind the entire ride home. you tried hard to focus only on mandy sitting in the passenger seat next to you, how she tried to â and failed â to keep a conversation running between you three. but you could hardly ignore invisigalâs piercing eyes staring at you through the mirror.
and apart from a few grunts and hums, maybe a word or two when mandy spoke to her, she didnât say a fucking word. just burned holes through your forehead through the mirror.
and it hardly stopped being awkward when you finally reached your house. sheâs been so silent, in a way youâre not used to. by now you expected a sex joke â or ten â from her, at least one dumbass hr violation that would remind you who invisigal is as a person.
but nothing.
she is eerily silent. the woman known for her snark and borderline harassing behavior, is sitting on your sofa, staring blankly at the empty wine glass before her. you canât tell if sheâs trying to behave, or if youâre the problem here.
but at least mandy is here. sheâs sitting comfortably on the couch, elegant and radiant as she always is. you wouldnât admit it, but youâre just a little bummed that visi is here. this was meant to be a nice, relaxing night drinking wine and maybe watching some lame millennial show like how i met your mother. instead youâre stuck in silence with a plus-one you didnât really ask for.
your fault for not knowing how to say no.
when you disappear into the kitchen, looking for the wine, you hear muffled voices coming from the living room. mandy talking to visi, whoâs actually finally responding. youâd say youâre glad, but frustrated fits better. she was so talkative in the office before. what the hell is her problem now?
you donât listen to the conversation theyâre having. since they were waiting for you to be away, you can only assume it isnât for your ears to hear. you focus on the task at hand, which is getting the wine, and maybe something sweet to snack on.
once you have both, you quickly make your way to the couch. both women turn your attention to you, mandy smiling sweetly and visi looking away before you can lock eyes with her. strange.
âgot the wine and snack,â you set the things on the table before you, reaching for the wine opener.
âlooks fancy,â mandy comments on the pastries fancily arranged on the plate. âwhat mind-blowing sweetness did you bake this time?â
âred velvet cookie sandwiches, with strawberries in the middle,â you declare proudly, popping the bottle open.
you watch as mandy takes a bite, and her eyes close in delight. she munches on the pastry slowly, enjoying every single bite like itâs meant to be the last thing sheâll eat. she doesnât even seem to notice the tiny bit of cream filling staining the corner of her mouth. youâre almost tempted to wipe it off with your thumb and lick it clean.
âgod, this is amazing,â mandy moans, earning a chuckle from you. âthough it doesnât beat the classic choco chip cookies you make. they always smell so nice in the break room.â
âglad to hear that my baking is so appreciated,â you smile as you pour the wine for the three of you.
visi, watching from the sofa, hesitantly reaches for one of the cookie treats. she examines it like itâs poison before taking a nibble, and her eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. whatever nonchalance sheâs tried to maintain is gone now, her wide starry eyes expose how she feels.
when she swallows, her eyes finally land on you, and she looks almost sheepish to be caught red-handed like this. itâs almost⊠cute. until her mouth opens to talk.
âcanât believe the cookie girl actually bakes,â visi sneers. âi assumed you just bought dozens of random cookies from a store or some shit. that youâre just a random brown noser who wants to look good in front of others.â
her brash words nearly offended you, but then she continues. âbut theyâre fucking good, canât lie there.â
âyouâve tried them?â you blurt out before you can think. you remember offering her a cookie a few times when she first joined, but she always had the same infuriating comment on it, hence the nickname âcookie girlâ. which you hate. makes you feel stupid.
âsnagged a few whenever i wanted a sweet treat,â visi shrugs, leaning back on the sofa with her legs spread. âbetter than those dick donuts at grannyâs.â
âi donât think thatâs how theyâre- yâknow, whatever,â you give up before the debate could continue, reaching for your glass of wine.
silence stretches between the three of you once more, only broken by sipping or chewing. you and mandy sit shoulder-to-shoulder, with her body slowly going lax under the influence of alcohol. thanks to the lack of the amulet. her head is nearly resting against yours, and you can only hope she canât hear your heart racing.
from the corner of your eye, you can see visi pulling at the scabs on her lips. a bad force of habit, you assume. you canât tell what sheâs thinking, but her gaze shifts between you and mandy, who looks like she could snooze on your shoulder contently. not that you mind that.
âlook,â visi finally breaks the quiet in the room, her eyebrow twitching. âiâm⊠iâm sorry. for acting like an asshole.â
you canât believe your ears. did she just⊠apologize? like that?
for a moment, you almost believe you fell asleep and this is just some strange dream. but why would you dream about invisigal in the first place?
âstop looking at me like that,â she groans, running her fingers through her mess of hair. âi just⊠i hated how sweet you were to me, like iâm something fragile. you tried to be nice to me and shit, acted like a fucking saint, and it pissed me off, because, why me? a stupid ex-villain who secretly worked for shroud cause of my fucked up lungs?â
you have nothing to say. nothing that will add to the conversation, anyway. sure, a late apology is better than none. but an apology from someone like invisigal? a very trick-or-treat situation. either sheâs having fun pulling your leg right now, or sheâs being genuine and youâre overthinking things. you want to believe it will be the latter, but with visi, itâs hard to tell.
you glance at mandy, begging for help. sheâs been silent this whole time, eyeing both of you, which doesnât exactly make you any less paranoid. you wonder if she senses your sudden disarray in your mind, because you feel her gentle hand on your lower back, calming you down with small circular rubs.
âso, youâre serious?â
âfuck, yes! what else do you want? a heartfelt apology letter with my tears on it? should i spray perfume on it so itâs more dramatic?â she scoffs, offended by your blatant lack of faith.
âitâs just that, i donât know, it took you months to say something,â your response serves to only add fuel to the fire thatâs growing in visiâs expression, and for a second you think she would implode.
but then mandy touches both of your shoulders, and the heat between you ceases. her stare is stern but not unkind, the kind of look an owner would give their misbehaving puppies. you can almost imagine visi with dog ears, now flat against her head under mandyâs scolding gaze.
she looks at you a minute after, the space between her eyebrows ever so slightly creased with exasperation, and a bit of frustration. not aimed at you nor visi, but itâs there, and it makes your heart thump in your chest like an angry bunnyâs foot.
âshe means it, i promise. she couldâve been a little less crass about it, though,â you hear visi click her tongue behind mandyâs back. âi told her that the best way to own up to her own bullshit is to apologize. and you were the first on the list.â
âfirst on the list? why?â you raise an eyebrow questioningly.
âto put it simply,â mandy sighs, âshe put you first because you were the first in SDN to not treat her like⊠well, a villain.â
mandyâs words echo in your head, her blue eyes staring into yours in silent anticipation. sheâs giving you space to make your own decision, doesnât push you into something she would want.
finally, after what feels like eternity, you speak. âi canât say i want to forgive you just yet. youâve fucked up, fucked up with a lot of people,â your words make visi wince, her head dropping. âbut if mandy believes in you, i donât see why i canât give you a second chance. or a tenth.â
ââŠthanks. be right back,â is all visi whispers before she vanishes. you donât know why, but you can hear her steps against the floor, making their way to the front door.
âwhere is sheââ
âa smoke, if iâm guessing. she always does it,â mandy waves her hand, and her weight rests against your side once more.
âgreat. now my porch will smell like cigarettes,â you mumble under your breath, reaching for your wine glass.
âbe glad itâs not everywhere. donât know how many times i had to ventilate the apartment because of the smell,â she says into your shirt, voice quiet and heavy with exhaustion.
âyou two live together? you have nerves of steel, mandy.â
âor iâm just an idiot with a soft heart.â
âyou have a softer heart than most. these assholes would be rotting in jail if not for you,â you point to where visi left, âbut youâre definitely not an idiot. far from it.â
âyou think so?â she lifts her head, blue eyes locked with yours.
âi know so,â you whisper.
up close, sheâs even more beautiful. her lips are only a few inches away, so close to bring her close. connect her mouth to yours, kiss her until she forgets every insecurity. until sheâs happy with mandy, and forgets about blonde blazer.
but you canât. not now.
âyou really shouldnât sleep on the desk,â you mutter into the content silence. âyou have a little bruise here.â
you tenderly touch the small purple blob on her cheek, near her jaw. mandy hisses at the sudden touch, and you assume itâs from pain.
âyeah, that⊠mustâve been the edge of the table,â she chuckles, her fingers rubbing the spot around it. âiâm still not used to having bruises. if i ever got one as blonde blazer, it healed right away. didnât even feel it.â
âmust be hard, losing something you grew to rely on,â your eyes scan the spot the amulet used to sit, as if you can see it.
âi just need to be patient. soon enough, iâll be blonde blazer once again.â
âmaybe some people like mandy more than blonde blazer,â you mutter, fingers rolling the stem of the wine glass.
âbut people need blonde blazer,â mandy whispers stubbornly.
âand mandy needs you,â you regret the words instantly after they flew out of your mouth. âthat sounded corny as hell.â
âvery.â
âshhh, iâm trying to be sweet,â you lightly tap her elbow to shush her. âyou canât be blonde blazer all the time, yâknow. you need to be just mandy, from time to time. meaning⊠no work for tonight or the rest of the weekend. got it?â
mandy hesitates for only a moment before nodding. âalright,â she smiles, âyou really know your way with words, yâknow that?â
âsomeoneâs gotta try and get you to relax.â
âfunny how itâs always you.â
âcome on, robert notices too,â you can feel your face grow warm, the smile on your face grows bigger, all toothy.
âitâs not the same and you know it,â she whispers, and her hand shoots up to cup your cheek making you gasp. ârobert cares, sure. but only you treat me like iâm more than your boss. like iâm something more beyond the amulet.â
the tension between you suddenly rises, thick like morning fog stretching over the horizon. neither of you can pull away, and in all honesty, you donât want to. this is the perfect moment. the drumroll before the kiss happens. you donât remember where you heard it from, maybe some dumb show you tend to watch until 2 am. but itâs perfect nevertheless.
you feel her breath on yours, fanning against your lips. your heart speeds up, your breathing quickens, the drumrolls are intensifying in the back of your mind.
âwow dude, i left for ten minutes and youâre starting without me?â
you both flinch when visi speaks up out of nowhere. mandyâs hand falls from your face, putting a safe distance between you, much to your disappointment.
you turn, and visi just stands there, looking like a smug cat that just knocked over a vase. you wish you could smack that expression off her face.
âwe werenât starting anything,â you argue, a dissatisfied frown appearing on your face. what a way to ruin a perfect moment.
âright. so you werenât five seconds away from shoving your tongues down each otherâs throats?â visi continues to tease, sending a wink your way.
âjust sit the fuck down,â you say, defeated and quite ready to just have this night over with, especially with her around.
you expect her to sit on the sofa like before, but she quickly plops down next to you before you can say anything, and for her skinny figure, sheâs taking up quite a bit of your couch. truly like a cat that thinks it owns everything.
âcome on, play a movie or something. i canât stand the awkward silence,â visi nudges your side. like she isnât the one whoâs at fault for the awkwardness in the room.
regardless, you reach for the remote. anything to avoid further embarrassment, and perhaps further conversation with visi. your poor nerves can only handle this much bullshit before they overflow like boiling water from a cauldron.
you donât really think about what you turned on. a random rom-com youâve seen like hundred times on tv, but since you hear no complains, you just keep it on.
itâs not like youâre paying attention, anyway.
your mind is stuck on the moment between you and mandy. you nearly kissed, her lips were only a breath away from yours. was it in the heat of the moment kind of situation? or maybe it was the wine that boosted your spirits, youâre not sure.
halfway through the movie, a sudden weight drops on your shoulder and a mess of dark hair tickles the skin of your jaw. light snores fill your right ear, and as you turn, you see visi blissfully napping against you, curled into herself like a ball.
ârobert made her run from mission to mission today,â mandy whispers into your ear, noticing visi sleeping against your side.
âdid she do well?â you ask quietly, moving as little as possible.
âsurprisingly, no fails today,â you hum approvingly at that.
âwell, i guess itâs nice to not see her name at the bottom of the leaderboards,â you mutter, and you actually mean the compliment, surprisingly enough.
âi know you mean it, but you still sound like it pains you to compliment her,â mandy teases, to which you huff. âdo you really hate her that much?â
âi never said i hated her, mandy. iâm just not the one to coddle someone who pushes my helping hand away multiple times. sheâs had her chances, and she wasted them. easy as that. i can forgive, but i definitely donât forget. not that easily, anyway.â
she says nothing to that, only a small âohâ escapes her lips. but before you can question it, visiâs body goes fully lax against you, trapping you on the couch. itâs like she unconsciously needs to have you close, her body seeking the comfort her brain wonât allow her to have.
guess you can indulge in her âneedsâ once. just this once.
you just hope it wonât bite you in the ass later.
monday comes by faster than you would wish for, and that means another eventful work at SDN.
being the early comer, the office is still relatively empty. only a few people, who all mind their business, sit around by their computers, sipping cheap ass coffee to get themselves ready for the day.
you plop down on the chair with a soft huff, throwing your bag by the cubicleâs wall. the day barely started, and your head is already throbbing. the led lights that shine above your head irritate your corneas, frustrating you to the core. youâre sure if anyoneâs going to have something stupid to say, youâll stab him with the nearest object. even if that object will be a tea spoon.
to your defense, your irritation comes from a lack of sleep. you barely got a wink of sleep last night, your thoughts too loud in your head to let you sleep. your mind kept going back to that moment with mandy, to that almost-kiss. then visiâs wonderful timing, then her sleeping on your shoulder like a defenseless kitten.
you canât stop thinking about it. how your heart soared when you felt mandyâs breath on yours, how the sight of visi curled up against you tugged at your heartstrings. you hate that you feel it, and you hate it even more that these feelings are beyond your control.
a sigh escapes you as you rub your tired, heavy eyes, turning your focus on the work instead. the sound of the computer humming to life disrupts the chaos within you, and for once you feel relieved to hear the sound of the old monitor.
there is still time before the shift start, but god, you hope today wonât bring anything big. minor things, you can deal with. send a superhero to help find a lost child, or guard a famous celebrity that decides to visit the city, all fine. but lord protect whoever fucker who decides theyâre the next super villain today. you might as well go out on the field and kick their ass yourself if that happens.
âjesus, who pissed in your breakfast today?â you startle when visi appears by your cubicle, leaning against it with folded arms.
âfuckâs sake, visi. can you take your invisible shit to someone else, please?â you grunt, taking a deep breath through your nose to calm your racing heartbeat.
âwow, youâre bitchy today. didnât know the sweet cookie girl could be so pissy,â her slender finger pokes your cheek, and you swear you eye twitches.
âinvisigal, iâm not in the mood for your bullshit today,â you slap her hand away, head whipping to glare at her. âwhy donât you go wait for robert and bother him, huh? bet heâll be real glad to have your insufferable asshole issues hanging around him.â
your words come out harsh, harsher than intended, and you regret it the second her grin disappears. her nose twitches, eyebrows furrow as she look away. she steps away from your cubicle to leave, but not before dropping a paper bag on your desk.
she goes invisible before you can catch her, but you see the door to mandyâs office opening and slamming close without anyone actually stepping in. okay, maybe youâve gone a little overboard, blowing up on her like that.
itâs her fault, really. you wouldnât have take whatever youâre feeling right now on her if she didnât act like an inconsiderate jerk. still, thereâs something in your heart that tells you to find her and apologize, because for the first time, her emotional distress is not her fault. at least mostly not her fault.
your gaze falls on the paper bag visi threw on your desk. itâs from your favorite bakery, you canât tell tell from the logo printed on it. when you look inside, youâre greeted with the scent of your favorite pastries, and now you feel even worse.
the small hint of guilt doesnât disappear for the rest of the first shift. you tried to focus on work, but itâs drilled in the back of your brain, whispering irritatingly in your ears.
soon itâs lunchtime, and you find yourself in mandyâs office, just like on friday. she watches as you sloppily chew on the pastry visi brought you, a worried frown tugged at the corners of her lips.
âyou look awful today,â she points out your state, walking over to join you on the couch.
âi feel awful,â you mumble with your mouth full, âpopped two painkillers within the first half of the shift, and my headâs still throbbing like itâs gonna explode.â
âoh, that really sounds awful,â mandyâs voice is soft and caring, mindful of your terrible migraine. a true sweetheart of a woman.
âand i mightâve upset visi,â you add after a moment, poking into the baked dough with your finger. ânormally i wouldnât feel bad for it, but, i donât know⊠i took my own frustrations on the first person that was nearby.â
you look down at the sweet treat in your hand, picking at the dough. âshe even bought me these. donât know how she knows theyâre my favorite.â
âi⊠i mightâve told her,â mandy says nervously, chuckling. âin my defense, she stormed into my room at six am. i was half-asleep.â
great, another layer to add to your piling guilt. you shouldnât feel bad. thatâs what an idiot gets for poking the bear with a stick â consequences of their own actions.
not that it eases the feeling heaving on your chest.
âactually, i know itâs probably not an appropriate time, but i wanted to talk to you about something,â mandy lowers her voice, eyes checking for anyone who could hear.
âabout what?â
when sheâs sure the coast is clear, she turns back to you, leaning closer. âabout the⊠almost kiss we had.â
oh. you feared this conversation would come up sooner or later. you hoped for later, or preferably never.
âi canât stop thinking about it,â she whispers, her hand twitching towards yours.
your heart skips a beat, or rather several beats. it probably stopped working completely when her fingers brushed against yours. fuck, since when are you this giddy and nervous? itâs not like you never dated before. why is she making you feel so⊠lightheaded?
âneither can i,â you admit, quietly and uncertainly. âi keep wondering what would happen if visi didnât walk in. would we⊠do it?â
mandy chuckles at your words, âgod, we sound like dorks.â
âwe do, donât we?â you join in on her laughter, and while it does make your head throb, you can forget about the miserable morning you had. at least for a few minutes.
finally, her fingers thread with yours, and youâre surprised how soft her hands actually are. âhr wonât be too happy about this,â she looks down at your intertwined hands, rubbing circles into your skin with your thumb. âa boss with her subordinate. an assistant, at that.â
âhave you seen the people we work with? itâs an hr hazard everywhere you look,â you deadpan, raising an eyebrow in amusement. âbut we can take things slow. see where it takes us.â
mandyâs eyes soften when you say that, like she canât believe someone would ever consider her over themselves. it hurts your heart to see that small relief passing over her expression, but youâre glad it can be you who will give her all that.
âi appreciate that, really,â she smiles at you, and fuck, you nearly melt into the couch.
you wish you could freeze time at this moment. you want nothing more than to stay with mandy, be by her side. but of course, your wishes are broken by the buzz of your phone, and you have to go back to work.
âfuckâs sake,â you mumble under your breath, and despite your inner protests, you slowly let go of mandyâs hand. âguess i gotta go back to work.â
âright, me too. the paperwork wonât finish itself,â she sighs, getting up from the couch. before you can leave her office, though, she stops you. âoh, and⊠i know i canât force you, but could you please talk to visi? she was looming in my office for an hour, pouting and glaring at the ceiling.â
oh, right. you almost forgot about that. youâd lie if you said youâre looking forward to whatever talk awaits you with visi, but with how mandy looks at you, how can you say no? one apology wonât hurt you. hopefully.
the last few hours go by sluggishly slow, but once the clock ticks the end of the work day, youâre quick to gather your things and go to the showers. your skin feels sticky and gross, sweat working like a glue as your shirt keeps getting stuck to your body. besides, you know the second youâd step foot into your house, your body would seek the nearest cushioned surface to sleep off the day.
so better to take a shower now than not at all.
you drag your feet to the showers, soles of your shoes creaking against the tiled floor of the locker room.
and as you turn around the corner, your hopes to take a peaceful shower evaporate.
on one of the benches sits visi, holding something in her hands, shoulders slumped and head hanging low. the sight is almost pathetic, in a cute kind of way.
she doesnât acknowledge your presence, but by the way her spine straightens, you can tell she knows youâre standing right behind her. she doesnât move, doesnât even look at you, and it all feels awkward as hell.
until you sit down, and she looks at you with that look that says âwhat do you want?â without even having to speak. canât say you donât deserve it this time.
you take a deep breath to gather your thoughts, mouth opening to speak. âiâm sorry, for snapping at you today. usually you deserve it, but today just wasnât my day since morning and you were the first to catch the bullet.â
she doesnât say anything, but her hand suddenly wraps around your wrist. she shoves something into your palm, something plush and squishy. a keychain plushie in a shape of a star, with sleepy eyes. a silly little gift, but it still conjures up a smile on your lips.
âcute,â you squeeze the little toy in your hand, poking at the black bead representing an eye.
visi just hums, but surprisingly, she doesnât push you away. if anything, she shifts closer to be closer to your side. the silence should be awkward, suffocating even, but it isnât.
âgot it after a mission. thought it looked like you in the morning,â visi is the first one to break the silence, reaching out to poke the yellow plushie.
âbought it, or stole it?â
âthatâs besides the point,â she huffs, âitâs the thought that counts, or whatever.â
a soft, breathy laugh escapes you, your head shaking at her crass response. âyouâre a hero now. you should be an example, yâknow. looks weird when a superhero goes around and steals shit.â
âfuck, you sound like mandy. gross,â she rolls her eyes at you, but she canât hide that small smile on her face.
âmaybe i should tell her,â you shrug your shoulders, gauging her reaction.
âfuck you.â
âright back at ya.â
you expect a dirty joke from her after you say that, but she stays quiet, eyes set on the gift she stole for you. you can never really tell what sheâs thinking when she does that. when she just stares at you like you owe her something. your skin prickles as her eyes dig into you, assessing you.
itâs a little uncomfortable.
âlisten, uh⊠i really just wanted to apologize for this morning,â you break through the discomfort that fogs your surroundings, your eyes anywhere but on her. âwe can have some unresolved issues, but i shouldnât have taken my frustration out on you like that.â
visi looks shocked after your awkward apology, her brown eyes going wide like saucers. âoh, i⊠itâs alright, i guess. just donât get all sappy on me, please.â
âi wasnât planning on that,â you mutter.
âgood,â she nods, and you see a smoke forming on her lips. âso, a make out session in the showers?â
ah, thereâs the dirty joke. you hate that you laugh at it. âyouâre awful, visi.â
âwell, i tried. your loss, though. i kiss pretty damn good,â she winks, getting up from the bench to undress herself.
âunbelievable, really,â you get up right after, stripping yourself from your sweaty clothes, wrapping yourself up with a towel.
âthat wasnât a no,â she calls after you, watching you as you slip behind the shower curtain.
âstep in here and iâll break your nose,â you yell through the sound of the water running, her laugh echoing against the tiled walls.
âprude,â you hear her mutter, loud enough for you to hear.
âpervert.â
âi heard that!â
âgood! at least now you know what you are!â
you two continue to bicker until the water runs cold, forcing you to step out of the shower. you walk past her, unaware that visiâs eyes run up and down your wet, towel-covered body with restrained emotions. and you stay blissfully unaware of her stares, because when you look at her, sheâs glaring away into her locker, busy putting her clothes on.
once sheâs dressed, her eyes fall on you again, taking you in very discreetly. well, as discreetly as it can be for someone like invisigal. she closes her locker, her hand running over your still bare shoulder when she walks past you.
âsee you tomorrow, cookie girl,â she squeezes your bicep before letting you go, leaving you stunned as her boots echo out of the room.
sheâs gone by the time your brain boots up again, the feeling of her warm touch still present where your bra strap rests. whatever sheâs doing, as subtle as sheâs trying to be, you refuse to succumb to.
but you canât deny the goosebumps her touch left over your body.
weeks have passed since you and mandy unofficially got together. weeks since your little moment with visi in the showers. everything else has settled into a steady rhythm like youâve been used to, dispatching superheroes and filing boring paperwork that needed to be done no matter how much you complain.
mostly everything, you should say. your not-so-certain relationship with mandy has been a talk of the office these days, gossip and god knows what rumors spreading like wildfire. you donât know who is the spreader of everything, but you have a hunch that itâs someone from the z-team. you can hear those assholes whispering and snickering behind you like a bunch of little kids, making bets about stuff youâd rather not be a part of. even the cookies you bring with you daily donât stop them from going after you for juicy gossip.
if only they were just a little more subtle when asking about seemingly innocent detail.
but despite the rumors â that you mostly succeeded at ignoring â your time spent with mandy has been nothing but perfect. sheâs opening up to you, telling you things most people donât know, showing you how much she actually trusts you.
itâs a slow process, the relationship youâre building together, but itâs rewarding. every smile, laugh, happy tear you get out of her feel like a reward. your first kiss you shared in her apartment was a little awkward for both of you, the two of you clearly rusty at any sort of intimacy, but it was still a wonderful feeling.
except, thereâs a certain woman who is always around the two of you.
courtney.
visi told you her name a few days after the moment you shared in the showers, and ever since then, something changed.
sheâs always around, opening up little by little. at SDN, sheâs still invisigal, the abrasive villain-turned-hero with mouth full of dirty jokes and double entendres. but her presence is not that of a lone wolf anymore. sheâs not trying to make herself invisible when faced with personal problems, doesnât run away from conflict she knows she wonât win. sheâs reserved her fists only for criminals, too. definitely a good progress.
robert is proud, in his own deadpan way. mandy is more vocal about it, happy to see courtney doing better. sheâs finally accepted the helping hand without throwing a tantrum over it, unlike all those months ago.
everyone is happy about the change, even you. you want to deny it, but your heart softened up to her. you wear the star keychain on your bag since she gave it to you, and she eyes it whenever she walks to your cubicle for a talk. as if to make sure you kept it. sheâd probably punch you if you ever pointed out the tender smile on her face.
itâs not the only gift courtney has gotten you. everyday, you find something new on your desk. things youâve talked to mandy about, things you love, miraculously appeared by your computer the next day. from small things like your favorite flower, to your favorite book, even an old-school toy youâve wanted as a kid. all stolen, of course. why pay for something when she has the ability to take it for free?
your bedroom is now filled with small, silly things an adult with a stable job doesnât exactly need, but it makes your home more⊠homey.
and your feelings? well, they are all over the place.
you love mandy with your whole heart, youâre more sure of that than about anything or anyone in your life. but whenever courtney is around, thereâs this unspoken tension between the three of you. something neither of you utter aloud, but itâs there. itâs strong. undeniable.
it confuses the fuck out of you.
âis it just me, or has courtney been acting a little⊠different?â you ask, sprawled out on mandyâs office couch, eyeing her as she works.
âiâm still not used to you calling her courtney,â mandy chuckles, spinning in her chair to look at you properly. âand different as inâŠâ
âdunno, just⊠fuck, whatâs the word?â you groan, the word on your tongue but not fully loaded in your head. âsappy?â
âthatâs definitely not the word iâd use, especially with court,â she snorts, getting up from her chair to shut the blinds in her office, then lock the door, just in case, before walking over to you. âscoot over.â
you listen without a word, and as she sits, she brings you down with you. your head lands in her lap, fingers scratching at your scalp soothingly.
âsheâs a bad influence on us. courtney, i mean,â you murmur, leaning into her soft touch. âgetting all soft in the middle of our shift.â
âwe have a break, itâs fine. and i locked the door, so whoâs gonna know?â mandy shrugs, and her body melts into the cushions.
âcanât argue with that.â
the room goes quiet, occasionally broken by the soft purrs and deep sighs coming from you when mandyâs nails scratch a certain weak spots just right. your eyes are closed, but you can feel her eyes on you, studying you. taking you in as if youâll disappear the moment she averts her eyes.
and with your eyes closed, you donât see the conflict of battling emotions in her eyes. whatever sheâs feeling, she hides behind her sweet but charming smile, from everyone. including you, as guilty as she feels. sheâs wanted to have this talk for a week now, to share something that may or may not ruin what is forming into a perfect, serious relationship. itâs not mandyâs thing to lie, but she also deeply struggles with honesty. her insecurities, some that phenomaman unintentionally seeded into her head, have made her second-guess many things in her personal life.
life not defined by blonde blazer.
mandy knows you would never let things sheâs done before you affect how you see her. hell, youâre one of the few understanding people in her life. you, robert, chase, and courtney â believe it or not. sheâs told you things others wouldnât accept easily, TMI that for you meant âtell me immediatelyâ rather than âtoo much information.â you are honest, kind, and so fucking amazing to her.
but with courtney hanging around, mandy knows that sooner or later, the truth will come out. the truth about her not-so-little friends with benefits fling sheâs had with her roommate in her weaker moments.
moments where the lack of anything remotely sexual frustrated her to no end.
âyou should stop thinking so hard,â you suddenly speak up, eyes open, hand reaching for the spot between her eyebrows. âyou always frown when youâre deep in thought. you wouldnât want a chasm between your eyes, would you?â
âchasm?â she echoes.
âvalley, gorge, crevasse⊠call it however you want,â your thumb smooths out the worry line between her brows, running the pad down to her cheek. âseriously, you look like youâre about to tell me iâm gonna die. stop with the frown.â
mandy scoffs, mumbling a tiny âbossyâ under her breath, to which you laugh. you canât tell what exactly is bothering her, but from experience, prying things out of someone by force has never worked.
but the way she suddenly looks like a kicked puppy concerns you. thereâs a hint of guilt in her eyes, in the way her eyebrows furrow again, but why?
âseriously, did something happen?â you scoot closer to her side, hand coming behind her to rub her back in soothing motion.
you watch mandyâs mouth, opening the door closing, like a fish stuck on land. you sit there, patiently waiting, your hand still moving over her spine.
âi-â bang! the door rattles out of the blue, startling both of you. clearly, someoneâs trying to get in, and you donât have to be a genius to know who it is.
âwhat the fuck?â courtneyâs voice yells out from behind the locked door. âwho the fuck locks their office in the middle of the day?â
you exhale through your nose, pinching the bridge of your nose. âitâs like having a really clingy cat. you canât close the door because itâll start scratching and hollering.â
with a snicker, mandy gets up to unlock the door, and visi practically storms in like she owns it. her eyes scan you and mandy up and down, looking for evidence of something dubious, because in her mental lexicon, something like a âneed for privacyâ doesnât seem to exist.
âwhatâs the point of locking the door if you arenât even fucking?â she teases, boots thumping against the tiled floor until she joins you on the couch with a loud thud.
âcourtney, seriously?â mandy exclaims, putting her hands on her hips.
âit was just a joke, chill out,â courtney raises her hand, smirking like a mischievous cat.
she throws a paper bag at you, then another one at mandy who barely catches it. as it hits your thighs, a sweet scent of a freshly made glazed donut fills your senses.
âgrannyâs?â you raise an eyebrow when you see the printed logo on the bag. âthought you got banned.â
âiâm officially unbanned. granny was getting robbed in broad daylight, and robert sent me to âfixâ the shit iâve done,â courtneyâs voice is laced with self-pride, like she just solved the world hunger. âtook out the villain with zero damages, and after a bit of convincing, old man lifted the ban.â
âheâs gonna regret his choices the second his donuts will start disappearing,â you take a bite of the donut visi got you, and you frown at how good it tastes. âfuck, i forgot how good grannyâs donuts are.â
âas good as this is, itâs not beating your cookies,â mandy says, joining you on the couch.
âfuckâs sake, keep your flirting for later,â courtney grimaces.
âno oneâs flirting, court,â you mumble.
âoh yeah, because your eye-fucking isnât obvious at all.â
âplease, just be normal for a second. i beg you.â
âoh, youâre begging, huh? does mandy make you beg, too?â she looks at you with a smirk. âi bet she does.â
you push her away by the forehead, turning your head to look at mandy instead. âyou still cutting people? i think we need to get rid of her.â
mandy doesnât say anything to that, just smiles and shakes her head as if youâre both ridiculous. and as the quiet settles, with courtney scrolling on her phone and leaning against your left and mandy nuzzling your right side, the moment feels⊠right.
yet as right as it feels, you canât forget the expression on mandyâs face before courtney stormed in. it weighs on your mind like a burden, anxiety coiling in the pit of your belly. you donât want to overthink. you donât want to be that kind of fool who makes a big deal out of nothing. youâre anything but that.
but your feelings are already messy as they are. it pisses you off more than youâll admit. makes you feel all guilty and horrible. youâre building something strong with mandy, a woman of your dreams. sheâs everything you ever wished for.
but why does your heart beat faster when courtneyâs brown eyes look deeply into yours? why do your ears burn when her touch lingers innocently on your shoulders? why are you smiling so hard when you see a new gift on your desk, knowing sheâs the one who put it there?
little do you know that the two women who cause you so much mental chaos and distress are no better than you.
âso⊠when are you planning on telling her?â courtney asks into the silence, looking at mandy from across the table, a stick from a lollipop sticking out the corner of her mouth.
mandy lets out a sigh, watching as the cream in her coffee swirls around. âdonât you think i tried? itâs just⊠hard, okay?â
âwhy? just say that we used to fuck, nothing bad is gonna happen,â courtney shrugs, like itâs the easiest thing in the world, as if it isnât more complicated than that.
âthings arenât this easy, court. flirting is one thing, but an actual relationship depends on effort.â
âhey, take it easy,â courtney slides off the bar chair to sit next to mandy, a hand coming on the womanâs exposed shoulder. âif you think sheâs going to kick you in the ass over this, you probably didnât pay attention to how she looks at you.â
âhow she looks at me?â mandy echoes, her blue eyes locking with courtneyâs brown ones.
âyeah. her eyes are shiny and her smile is sickly sweet, like you hung the moon for her or some shit,â a chuckle escapes the shorter womanâs mouth, but it sounds bitter somehow.
mandy dwells on what courtney just told her, eyes flicking from the hand on her shoulder to her roommateâs face. her jaw is clenched, eyes narrowed on the mug that she definitely didnât steal for mandy a few months ago. sheâs glaring at the porcelain like she wants to explode it with the sheer power of her mind.
it reminds mandy of a spicy kitten. all thatâs missing are pointy ears in airplane mode.
âsheâs always staring at you with that dumbass smile that lights up her whole face, and those stupid heart eyes whenever you look at her,â with more words said, the more bitter courtney sounds, biting down on the stick in her mouth until it bends under the pressure of her teeth.
something clicks in mandyâs brain. âcourtney, are you⊠jealous?â
âwhat?! no! fuck, why would iââ courtney stammers, and it catches mandy off guard. sheâs never seen her this flustered.
âhey,â she takes courtney by the hand, giving it a light squeeze. âtalk to me, court.â
courtney looks down at their hands, and she squeezes back without thinking. she canât describe how much sheâs missed the feeling of mandyâs hand in hers, fingers tangled and palms rubbing against each other until they got lightly damp with sweat.
then her thoughts run back to you. all the moments spent with you, giving you small stupid things that reminded her of you. how she always finds a special tray of cookies in the break room, because you know which one she likes the most without you ever telling her. you didnât need to listen in to know what she likes, unlike her. you just⊠knew, somehow.
and itâs a little scary to her. itâs scary how both you and mandy make her feel. she wants to turn off whatever settings in her fucking brain to stop it, if only for a minute, to ease the guilt of stepping into a healthy growing relationship, when sheâs anything but.
she shouldnât want both of you, and courtney wishes she could just stop feeling, but she canât.
âiâm not jealous, okay? itâs not jealousy,â she finally speaks up after a minute of silence, which eases the slight worry in mandyâs chest. âiâm just⊠so fucking confused.â
âconfused about what?â
âabout- about how i feel about the two of you,â itâs the most honest courtney has ever been with anyone â besides robert, to some extent â and it doesnât taste good on her tongue. she looks uncomfortable by just saying it out loud.
she squeezes mandyâs hand tighter, pulling her closer. âi want what you two have. with you. with her. both of you.â
mandyâs eyes widen, her mouth goes dry. sheâs left speechless, standing like a pillar. the only thing she can do is stare, the words that repeat in her head refusing to escape.
how is she even supposed to answer, anyway? this isnât something she anticipated. but watching courtney standing before her, playing nervously with her fingers like used to after every night spent in each otherâs bed, it reignites something in her chest sheâs tried to ignore.
âbut she only has eyes for you. and the last thing i want is to fuck things up with her again by ruining what you two have,â courtney mutters when the silence became unbearable. âi tried to make it up to her, i fucking did. she finally doesnât look at me like iâm⊠some stupid burden, and i donât want to lose that.â
âcourtney,â mandy whispers, her free hand coming to rest on the shorter womanâs shoulder. âsheâs probably one of the most patient people i know, even if she denies it. she wouldnât have forgiven you if she wasnât.â
she trails off for a second, gathering her words. âwhat iâm trying to say is, she likes you. maybe not the same way you do, but she does.â
courtney nods, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. âokay.â
âdo you think we should tell her? about everything?â
âi⊠i guess?â
âlet me text her,â mandy takes her phone from the counter, unlocking it to find your contact.
she tries to not think of how her hands tremble as she types the message, or the way her stomach flips when she hits send.
you didnât expect mandy to text you to come over. the week has been hectic for both of you, because some asshole vanilla villain gang thought it would be funny to make your shifts a living hell. everyone was tired by the end of friday, so tired that the date you and mandy have planned has been postponed to next weekend.
so when you received a text that just said âwanna come over?â you were definitely surprised. but as confused as you were, you couldnât say no to her. even if you were worn to the bone.
the ride to mandyâs (and courtneyâs) place was a long one, your eyelids heavy from the lack of proper rest. you were sure youâre seeing the road twice. but by some miracle â or the seemingly empty roads â you got to mandyâs place safe and sound.
and now here you are, knocking on their door, waiting for someone to open. the door clicks open, mandyâs head poking out with a tired smile on her face.
âhi,â she greets you softly, her toned arms wrapping around your frame in a warm, yet tight hug. âsorry to pull you out of your house at this hour.â
âitâs okay. i canât say no to you,â you return her embrace before she pulls away, guiding you to the living room. âso⊠is there a reason for the sudden invite?â
âum, kind of,â mandyâs voice sounds strained all of a sudden, her eyes darting from one corner to another.
âkind of? thatâs not alarming or anything,â you jab, rolling your eyes.
âokay, i wonât lie, itâs pretty important,â a sigh escapes her lips. âbut letâs maybe, i donât know, loosen up a bit first. drink a bit of wine.â
âokay, now iâm even more nervous.â
âplease, donât be.â
âyouâre trying to inebriate me. a big hr violation if you ask me,â you narrow your eyes at her, teeth sinking into the insides of your cheeks to stop the laugh thatâs fighting to escape.
âyeah, because what weâre doing isnât an hr violation already,â mandy says sarcastically, and when the snicker finally rolls off your tongue, she can only snort at the sound.
as you enter the living room side by side, youâre greeted with the sight of courtney sprawled on the couch, one leg hanging off the cushion and one arm thrown over her face. she doesnât bother getting up, not until mandy clears her throat. and when she sits up to look at you, she looks beat. exhausted is one thing, but her eyes speak volumes.
itâs not the same witty courtney youâve spoken to yesterday, and the rest of the week. her shoulders are curled inwards, making herself smaller, knees tucked to her chest looking like a harmless doe lost in the forest.
you know courtney is anything but harmless or innocent, but it never ceases to surprise you when her eyes glisten like those of a cornered animal.
âhey,â you greet her quietly, earning a small grunt back.
âgo sit down. iâll bring the wine,â mandy says, lips pressing against yours before sending you to the couch. to courtney.
you sit beside her. from the corner of your eye, you see her scoot away from you. odd, you think. whenever you sit close together, courtneyâs first instinct always seems to be to be close to you. always close to seek your warmth. to keep you around. to ensure the moment you share doesnât end.
so when she pulls away from you, your heart squeezes in your chest. youâre not used to this distance anymore, and you despise the heavy pressure weighing on your breasts when you take notice of the gap.
âhey, is something wrong?â you try and reach for her, rub her shoulder like she does when passing by your cubicle, but she shakes your hand away.
âiâm fine,â courtney mutters, frowning down at the floorboards.
surprised, you retract your hand back. the furrow in your eyebrows grows more prominent, your teeth grinding against each other as your jaw clenches tightly. you havenât spent weeks, months even, forming some sort of connection with her just so she can act like the same emotionally constipated moron she used to be.
but before you can throw it into her face, mandy comes back with a bottle of red wine and three glasses. you watch as she sets everything down, her eyes meeting courtneyâs in a silent conversation. something theyâre purposely leaving you out of. nerves lump in your throat, and no matter how hard you gulp, the feeling doesnât go away.
âhere,â mandy hands you a full glass, and you gulp it down in one go. the alcohol burns as it goes down, but it numbs that obnoxious obstacle in your throat.
âanother,â you point at the bottle, ignoring how they both look at you with eyes wide open in shock.
you see mandy hesitate before pouring you another glass, and as you put it to your lips, her hand finds the stem. she pulls it away from your hand, setting it on the table before you.
âthe wine is supposed to loosen up the mood, not for you to get hammered,â she stares at you scoldingly.
you donât argue, a quiet apology leaving your lips. you deflate against the couch, mandy sitting on your left and courtney on your right. mandy is looking right at you, courtney is looking everywhere but you.
whatever is happening right now, you donât like it. you just donât have enough alcohol in your system to call them out on their bullshit.
âwhat we want to talk about⊠itâs complicated. and i mean, really complicated,â mandyâs words donât make you feel any better, especially when she squeezes your hand so tightly like sheâs about to tell you one of your relatives have been kidnapped.
âi can tell youâre nervous, yâknow. youâre giving me those dear-in-the-headlights eyes,â she points out the look in your expression, something you arenât even aware of.
you let out a small snort. âhow can i not be?â
âi know, i know. but please, donât be nervous,â mandy pulls herself closer, so close her face is only a few inches away from yours. âjust trust me, yeah?â
she knows how to disarm you, how to calm the storm in your head. itâs scary that sheâs so good at it, having your body melt to her touch like ice over flame. you nod to her words, not trusting your voice.
a smile forms on mandyâs lips, and she leans in to give you a small kiss to your temple. and boom, youâre a puddle in her grasp. with a snap of a finger.
the mood settles into a calm hum. very much charged still, but the anxiety doesnât tug at your nerves anymore at least. you drink slowly, and one glass become three. you and mandy grow warmer, far from tipsy, but intoxicated enough to feel the heat in your body.
only courtney is behind. she nurses the first glass still, barely taking a sip. sheâs barely spoken a word, and itâs been over an hour since you came. you sometimes catch her looking at mandy, her eyes narrowed and clearly nervous. like sheâs waiting for the right moment to say something, but stops herself whenever you look at her.
it slowly eats at you, being kept in the dark by both of the women. hardly can you hide the impatience growing in you, and itâs clear from the way your leg bounces. a habit youâve never really grown out of.
so you thank whoever is up there when mandy finally clears her throat, her expression serious.
âme and courtney, we⊠we have something to tell you. i have something to tell you,â she downs the droplet of wine at the bottom of the glass before she can continue. âiâve tried to tell you almost everyday, but something always came into it, and i was scared to bring it up after.â
she looks at you, waiting for a signal that youâre listening. you nod, encouraging her to continue. âwhat we have together, i appreciate it every single day i wake up,â she smiles at you, soft and real. âand i think itâs only fair that iâm honest about everything, even if itâs gonna be⊠a harder pill to swallow.â
âme and courtney⊠we used to sleep together,â mandy finally says after letting the silence stretch, watching as your jaw drops.
you expected a lot of things. a sad lump in your fucked up brain expected a break up, as awful as it made you feel. but this? this is far from what you have expected.
your eyes flick back and forth between them, gauging their reactions. for a second you think theyâre pulling your leg for shits and giggles, but when neither of them laugh, not even utter a word, you realize that mandy means it.
âyou two⊠slept together?â you point at both of them.
âyeah,â mandy nods, glancing away from you. âit just happened, when i was dating phenomaman. our relationship was⊠far from ideal. he was sweet, but too naive, and teaching him everything was exhausting. he was exhausting,â she sighs. âwhen it happened, me and courtney just went out for a drink, to drown out the frustrationâŠâ
ââŠbut one thing led to another, and we ended up sleeping together,â she finally look at you, fear glimmering in her blue eyes with unshed tears.
you look back at courtney, who hasnât said a word yet. she just listens, eyebrows still furrowed and lips jutted out in a frown-like pout. sheâs closed herself off in her own bubble, walls built high, and you donât know how to break through them.
âi, uhm⊠i canât say i expected that,â you chuckle shakily, reaching for the half-empty glass of wine, and you down the rest before continuing. âi donât really know what to say, mandy.â
âi get it, itâs a lot,â she reassures you, putting a hand on your forearm, and she sighs in relief when you donât pull away. âi wonât be angry if you want to⊠end things.â
âwhat?! mandy, no. i never said i wanted to end things,â you interrupt before she can continue, tangling your hand with hers. âthings happen. we werenât together at that time, so itâs not⊠my business.â
youâd be a hypocrite to blame her for whatâs happened in the past. you love mandy, but thereâs a part of you â a chaotic part of you â that feels something for courtney. you donât know if itâs love or infatuation, because over the months youâve known her, the last thing you expected was catching feelings to the woman you sort of resented month prior.
âi guess i should⊠say something too,â you swallow the once-again growing lump obstructing your throat.
âyeah? what is it?â mandyâs voice, as soft as it is, makes you feel even worse, guilt gnawing at your heart.
âi donât know how it happened, and i canât say i really understand it, butââ you look between them, then down at the floor. ââi fell for both of you.â
silence. not even a peep to what you just said. it feels like a slap to your face. âi know itâs stupid, and fuck, i wish i knew how to control it, or get rid of it. i donât sleep, because my feelings are all over the place,â you ramble, the wine in your system speaking for you. âfuck, iâm sorry. iâm so sorry.â
face buried in your hands, you let out a quiet, quivering sob into your palms. your heart feels heavy, your body aches and your eyes sting with tears you try to keep in. you canât look at them, because the idea of being judged or hated in a worse case scenario makes you dizzy. and not the good kind of dizzy.
with your face hidden, you donât see courtneyâs face lighting up, or mandyâs lips curling up in a soft smile. not until she peels yours hands away, so hers can cup your face. youâve expected to find a trace of disappointment, maybe anger. and yet, you find nothing of the sort. just amusement, affection.
âfunny you say that, cause thatâs the reason we invited you over,â she chuckles. âright, courtney?â
âyeah,â courtneyâs breath brushes against your ear, making you shiver before her head pokes over your shoulder. âseems like we arenât the only one whoâs a littleâŠâ
âconfused?â mandy smiles at her.
âi was thinking âfucked in the headâ, but i guess that works too,â courtneyâs hand finds your knee, and mandyâs follows suit, both women sandwiching you.
âwhatâs happening?â you whisper.
âsomething crazy, i think,â mandy pulls you close, her lips brushing against yours.
she kisses you before you can say anything, slow and tender. sheâs being as gentle as you know her, but dominating in a way that knocks air out of your lungs. mandyâs hand, the one on your knee, travels to your waist, holding you tight.
mandy pulls away to catch a breath, turning you to face courtney. you watch as her pupils dilate, black swallowing the brown irises. your breath hitches when she leans closer, warm breath fanning against yours drool slick lips, but never coming too close to taste her. her gaze flicks between your mouth, then your eyes, waiting for your approval.
you nod, the tiniest of pleas rolling off your tongue, and thatâs when she snaps. her mouth slams against your own, claiming and taking, not letting you breathe. a complete opposite of the gentle kiss mandy and you had. courtney desperately takes what she needs, moans and whimpers vibrating against your tongue.
mandyâs lips find your shoulder, planting gentle kisses against the exposed skin. they both work in perfect rhythm, playing with your body like itâs an instrument, pulling sounds out of your mouth you forgot you can make.
âoh fuck,â you gasp out when courtney finally pulls away from you, only to lean down to kiss at the sensitive spot of your neck.
âdo you wanna continue?â mandy murmurs against you collarbone, fingers tugging at the buttons of your shirt.
âmandy, iâll fucking explode if you stop now,â you groan, making both women smile at each other. they didnât plan this, but hell, they sure know how to make you a mess.
mandyâs fingers work on your buttons, undoing them one by one until the fabric falls and slips off your body. you shrug it off, not caring where it lands as they continue drowning you in kisses.
âshould we take it to the bedroom?â courtney asks, both pulling away from you â much to your dismay.
âgood idea,â mandy grins, breathless and messy, grabbing you by the wrist to guide you to her bedroom.
she kicks the door open, the handle slamming against the wall, but neither of you care. all you care about is feeling their bodies close, as clothes fly on the floor piece by piece until youâre all in your underwear only.
mandyâs lips crash against courtneyâs, trapping her between you and her. youâd never guess that courtney is so easily desperate, her load mewls and groans filling the room as your hands run over her body, carefully missing the augments. you cup her tits in your cold palms, feeling her shiver against you, goosebumps appearing on her overheated skin.
âdidnât peg you to be so sensitive,â you whisper into her ear when mandy parts from the kiss, kneading and gently squeezing her boobs, feeling as her nipples pebble against your cold palms.
âoh yeah? i bet you wanna peg me so baâ oh shit!â courtney yelps when you pinch her left nipple, eyes wide and mouth agape, perfect for you to slide your fingers into her mouth.
she eagerly sucks at your point and middle fingers, muffled moans escaping her as she coats the skin with drool. mandyâs mouth finds the neglected nipple, her mouth wrapping around it.
youâve never seen anything hotter than the sight before you.
âtell me, court,â you slide your fingers out of her mouth, trailing the hand down to the hem of her panties. âwhat do you want me to do, hm?â
she barely registers what you just said, her attention fully focused on mandyâs mouth suckling on her sensitive tits. even when she looks at you, her eyes are glazed with unshed tears, lips tremble with sheer need for something. something both you and mandy are denying her.
âyou, please⊠want you,â she whimpers, leaning closer to pepper kisses along your jawline, acting like a complete mess.
âlie down for us,â mandy lays her down on the mattress when you move away, and she lies beside her while you shift down between her already spread legs.
lying on your stomach, you hook your finger into the waistband, sliding the underwear down her legs. once theyâre off, you throw them on the floor with the rest of your clothes, eyes trained on the wet mess between her thighs.
âso much talk for someone whoâs so easily soaked,â you tease, kissing above the patch of trimmed hair. âis she always this wet?â
âmhm,â mandy hums against courtneyâs jaw, a grin stretching on her kiss-swollen lips. âsheâs a⊠howâd you say it? a gusher.â
you laugh at that, and it earns you a light nudge from courtney as her sole gently meets your side. clearly she doesnât like being teased.
âcanât handle a bit of teasing?â you smirk.
âfuck off,â she grumbles, face warm and eyebrows furrowed.
âalright, iâll stop. just stop with that frowning of yours,â you kiss her thigh as an apology, mouth going lower and lower until your tongue dives between her folds.
you lick and suck on her cunt like itâs your last meal, pulling all kinds of loud noises from her â moans, pleas, mewls. thighs squeeze at your ears, fingers tangle in your hair and tug at the roots until it makes you hiss and your scalp pulse.
as you eat courtney out, mandyâs lips are near her ear, whispering sweet praises that make the other quiver and sob pathetically.
âgood girl, taking it so well.â
âyou sound so pretty, bet it feels so good.â
âlook at her as she eats you out.â
you canât even describe how wet mandyâs words get you. your underwear is soaked through, sticking to you uncomfortably, but youâre determined to bring courtney to the edge. you donât need to get up to breathe when all you want is to taste her.
mandyâs eyes lock with yours, and she looks at you with so much affection it makes your back arch against the bed. youâre getting so sensitive, so overwhelmed, you might even cry yourself. and no oneâs even touched you yet.
âcome for me, please,â you mumble against courtneyâs clit, mouth wrapping around the bundle of nerves as your fingers slide inside her.
her body starts to flicker, turning invisible with each breath she holds in as the orgasm builds. itâs strange to watch her disappear on you when youâre tongue deep in her pussy, but itâs endearing to watch, in a strange way, knowing you make her this sensitive.
âoh fuck, iâm- iâm-â with a loud moan, the coil in her belly snaps, her juices squirting into your mouth and soaking your chin.
you help courtney ride off her orgasm until her hands grasp at your head, yanking you up to kiss you deeply. she licks her own release off, wheezing into your mouth, not bothering to catch a breath.
âhey, hey,â despite her silent protests, you pull away from her, getting up from the bed to find her inhaler. you rummage through the mess of clothes before you find what you need, joining the two women back on the bed.
you tilt courtneyâs head, popping the inhaler open and bringing it to courtneyâs lips. you squeeze once until it hisses, watching as she inhales. you put the inhaler on the bedside table as she holds her breath, watching as her breathing slowly calms. it eases the worry tugging at your chest.
ârest up for a moment, yeah?â mandy whispers to courtney, rubbing gentle circles at her sternum.
âso you can fuck without me, huh? no, no fucking way,â she tries to pry herself from your and mandyâs grasps, but you push her on the mattress, using enough force to keep her there.
âyouâre taking a break, okay? i donât wanna hear it,â your stern voice makes her gasp, and you can she her hesitating before she begrudgingly agrees. âgood girl,â you kiss her cheek.
when you pull away, you look at her, at the augments. she always tries to hide them from you, whenever you were in the showers together. but now you can see them, red light faintly glowing against her skin.
you and mandy share a look, a silent communication. whatever needs to be done, youâll get those things off her body and find a better alternative. you know mandy will do everything in her power, blonde blazer or not, to make it happen.
âstop staring at them,â courtneyâs voice pulls you away from your thoughts, her arms coming to cover herself up.
but you and mandy are faster, grabbing at her wrists to stop her. you both kiss her near the augments, watching her stomach clench at the sudden contact. neither of you comment on them, knowing itâs a sensitive topic, but each kiss you plant near the device is an apology for gawking at them.
mandy pulls away first, cupping courtneyâs face in her hand. ârest up for us, court.â
and courtney doesnât argue, just nods as she watches you crawl towards mandy.
you straddle her thigh, closing the distance between you. the tip of your nose brushes against hers, breaths mingling together. itâs intimate, sweet, even if your clit is begging for some attention.
âcanât believe this is our first time,â you whisper to her, chuckling when her cheeks redden at the realization.
âshit, youâre right.â
âhow long do you think weâll be able to keep this a secret, boss?â you ask her, fingertips toying with the lacy band of her panties.
âhopefully, as long as possible. i donât want to explain to the hr that weâre⊠whatever the hell we are,â she huffs, surprisingly calm despite your fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her underwear.
âi doubt the said hr exists at this point,â you mumble, working her underwear down her legs.
âit very much exists, just so you know. they just choose to ignore us. for now, at least.
âhm, good to know.â
mandy helps you get her underwear off before taking yours off, both pieces dropping on the floor. you shift on top of her until you press your pussy against hers, rolling your hips back and forth.
the sensation of her clit rubbing against yours makes your eyes roll back, breathy moans filling the room. mandy curses beneath you, gripping at your hip to help you move. her hold is strong and firm, squeezing at the flesh whenever you hit the right angle, surely leaving a handprint. you canât deny that the idea of being marked up all over from mandy and courtney and coming to work like that doesnât turn you on.
âshit,â mandy gasps, her head falling back against the pillow. âkeep going, honey. so good for me.â
her praises have you trembling against her, your hips moving faster. your moans grow louder, voice getting higher in ways that sounds foreign to your ears. and mandy isnât any better under you. sheâs moving against you, squelching sounds of your arousals echoing in the room as the slick drips down on the sheets.
the scene is downright filthy, the way both of you are lost in the sensation as your cunt rubs against mandyâs in desperate rhythm. and with how sheâs looking at you, you could come right then and there. not only a week ago, you were only dreaming of how sheâd look like during sex, imagining her in all sorts of ways.
but none of your thoughts and dreams can beat the reality.
âiâm close,â you hiss through your teeth, digging your nails into her thigh.
âme too,â she groans loudly, propping herself on her elbow to move faster against you.
it takes little for you to finally reach your peak, mandyâs name rolling off your tongue as the force of your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave. she falls apart right after, hand tangling in your hair to pull you down for a kiss.
she bites and licks at your mouth, panting against your tongue. her kisses are messy, all tongue and teeth, and it turns you on to no end.
but no matter how much you want to kiss her, the need to breathe wins over and youâre forced to pull away. gasping, you turn where courtney should be lying, except sheâs not. the spot is empty, and sheâs nowhere to be found. both of you look around the room, worry etched into a line between your brows.
âcourtney?â you call out, waiting for response. you wait, but nothing comes.
âwhere the hell is she?â mandy sighs, putting her hands on your hips to gently lift you off of her.
just as sheâs about to push away, a pair of arms wrap tightly around your waist. none other than courtneyâs. she kisses at your shoulder blades, fingers running over your stomach in random shapes.
âsince you ate me out so good, i think itâs only fair i fuck you just as good,â she grins against your skin, her hips bumping against yours.
only then you feel something cold and wet poking at your inner thigh. a silicone cock, slick with lube, attached to a harness buckled on her hips. solid seven inches, intimidatingly thick by your standards.
âwhen did you-â
âsneaked out into my room while you two were busy bumping each otherâs pussies,â courtney interrupts you before you can finish the question. ânever thought iâd see the two of you so into it.â
she slowly pulls you away from mandy, until your ass is hanging off the edge of the bed and courtney is standing behind you, rubbing the tip of her strap against your puffy clit. you mewl from the cool feeling of the lube-drenched silicone, balling the sheets into your fists.
âcanât you just fucking put it in?â you whimper, looking back at her over your shoulder.
âso impatient,â she rolls her eyes at you, landing a light smack to your ass cheek. she looks at mandy, winking and beckoning her close.
mandy wordlessly settles in front of you, legs spread open and pussy next to your face. you clench around nothing when she puts her hand at the back of your head, pulling you to her until your tongue flicks out against her hole.
âoh yeah, make mandy feel good,â courtney coos at you, finally slipping the length into your sopping cunt.
you moan against mandyâs clit, sending shivers through both of you while courtney fills you slowly. inch by inch until she bottoms out, giving you time to adjust to the stretch.
âfuck, youâre practically sucking my dick into your pussy,â she laughs at the sight, parting your lips just so she can see the dildo disappearing into you. âwish you could see it, mandy.â
mandy laughs between moans. âyeah?â
âyeah. sheâs taking it so well,â courtney finally begins moving, setting a nice, slow rhythm at first to enjoy the sight. âsheâs good with her tongue, isnât she? made me see stars with her mouth.â
âsheâs so good. so pretty between my legs,â mandy nods, eyes focused on you as she caresses your hair, but never pushing you down further.
they talk about you as if you werenât here, as if they werenât taking you apart. the pleasure is overwhelming your senses, leaving you utterly fucked out and desperate. your tongue delves deeper into mandyâs cunt, lapping at her juices like she is the only thing keeping you alive.
she praises you so sweetly, each sweet compliment going straight to your core, your walls squeezing around courtneyâs thick strap. she moans behind you each time your pussy convulses, and you could almost believe she can feel it. sheâs vocal even when giving, her moans louder than your and mandyâs combined.
âfuck,â she whimpers, pressing her tits against your back.
her arms wrap tightly around your waist, one hand finding your throbbing clit while the other stays put on your tummy. and when the silicone brushes your cervix, you nearly shatter here and there.
âfucking love this pussy. could fuck it all day long,â courtney mutters, licking at the skin of your shoulder. âdonât come yet. make mandy feel good first.â
and you do. any sane thought left in your brain is focused on eating mandy out, sucking, licking and spitting at her cunt until your spit mixes with her arousal in sweet concoction. her moans grow louder, and she loses the remaining strength in her arms, dropping back against the mattress.
âyes, oh yes! oh, shit!â mandyâs gasps fill your ears as she finally comes all over your face, grinding her pussy against your mouth to prolong the pleasure. and you let her use you however she wishes.
you whine in protest when she pulls away, but before you can move, courtney manages to flip you over on your back. cupping the back of your knees, she pushes them apart as far as they go, all while she continues to drill her cock into your drenched pussy.
âcourtney, oh fuck,â you moan, loud and needy.
mandy crawls to the edge of the bed, taking courtneyâs face in her hand. she pulls her in, their lips tangling in a desperate kiss, leaving you to watch. not that you mind, anyway. you are happy where you where, getting fucked silly by courtneyâs strap as they kiss before you. you are where you want to be.
the pleasure gets harder to resist the closer youâre to the edge. your muscles tighten, body trembling beneath them. and based on courtneyâs sloppy, unrhythmic thrusts, you can tell sheâs not far from reaching her orgasm.
she pulls away from mandyâs lips, her weight dropping on top of yours. she uses all of her strength to push you higher on the mattress as she kneels between your legs, skin rubbing against skin. sheâs wrapped around you, like the mere thought of letting you go right now will break her. sheâs close to sobbing into your shoulder, kissing and biting on the sensitive skin. leaving marks that youâll have to deal with later.
âcourtney, iâ iâm gonnaâŠâ your brain is mush by this point, to the point where talking feels like a challenge.
âme too,â she nods into the crook of your neck, pulling away to slam her lips against yours.
tangled in each otherâs embrace, with mandyâs sweet voice whispering sweet nothings to both of you, your orgasm finally crashes over you. courtney follows suit, thrusting the strap deep into your cunt and filling you up.
all three of you look beyond exhausted, and you donât bother cleaning up when you all end up in a huge pile of limbs and sweaty bodies. courtney is slumped on top of mandy, and youâre pressed to mandyâs side, breathing contently after what just happened between you. it will surely complicate things somewhat, but that is not what either of you want to think about.
even if youâre confused, this feels right. and you wouldnât change it.
âi was thinking,â courtney speaks up, drawing random shapes against mandyâs chest. âhow does vacation sound?â
âreally good, i wonât lie,â mandy smiles.
âhmm,â you mumble, half asleep against mandyâs shoulder.
âwe could travel somewhere, just the three of us. do what we want, visit what we want⊠fuck as much as we want,â courtney chuckles at the last part, and mandy smacks the back of her head lightly.
itâs comical how offended courtney looks at the other woman, like sheâs just stole money from her wallet.
âwhere would we go, though?â mandy gently rubs at the spot she hit on courtneyâs head, and you watch as she melts into her.
âdonât know⊠tahiti?â you mumble.
âparis sounds nice.â
âweâll work on the decision making later,â courtney sighs, clearly too tired to think about anything else besides a good nightâs rest.
one by one, you fall asleep, cuddled against each other under a warm blanket.
and before the sleep fully takes over you, you feel fingers caressing your cheek, touch light and careful.
the last thing you remember is courtneyâs voice, whispering something to you and mandy without expecting an answer, taking advantage of the quiet moment to be freely vulnerable.
iâm SOO tired of only seeing visimech x reader everywhere i go⊠might be posting a looong invisiblazer x reader fanfic soon (hopefully) idgaf anymore đ„
warnings! age gap (reader is 29 and sevika is 41), slight angst to fluff to smut, sevika is horrible with feelings at first (she tries afterwards tho), cheesy romance cuz why the hell not, yearning yearning yearning (a lot of it and then some more), cunnilingus (r!receiving), tribbing, sevika gets emotional during sex
note: this is genuinely the longest one shot iâve ever written and holy shit⊠i lowkey love this one, even tho writing it was actually getting on my nerves. iâve also gotten sick while writing it, so excuse the quality in some parts (i really tried my hardest). not proofread so this might be absolutely shit. enjoy!!
sevika has done a lot of stupid shit in her life. dating that one girl back in college who turned out to be straight and experimenting. hoping that her relationship with her father would get better as she grew older. getting drunk on her friendâs wedding after having a very brief life crisis.
some have become a funny joke with her little group of friends, one that get a chuckle even out of her.
and then there were some that she just wishes she could forget forever. drown them in a bottle of whisky.
all of those memories are stored in her head. a mental list of embarrassing, painful, awkwardly funny parts of her life.
those memories love to terrorize her in the most random moments of her life. she has gotten good at ignoring over the years, but some days were harder, where even a hard alcohol or a good fuck couldnât fix.
another thing that sevika always knew about herself, is that she has never been the best person on earth. she has her flaws, like everyone does, but she never had the need to lie about how perfect her life is. she knows it is far from it.
and with flaws, regrets walk along hand-in-hand. sevika regrets a lot of things, far too many.
but her biggest regret is ever letting you invade her life.
you, a woman who is just the complete opposite of her. you are sweet, gentle in ways sevika is not. you cared for her when others only pretended. you were, to her, the perfect person. she never understood how good you could be with others. with her. it scared her, really.
she was scared of how well you could read her, made her feel seen in the most vulnerable way. she hated it, but you were the only one who ever had the privilege to know who she truly is.
the only issue about this almost perfect, pulled-straight-out-of-a-novel relationship was?
the pretty big age gap.
you were 27 when sevika met you, and she was 39. you two met at a bar she was a frequent for nearly a decade, with you and your friends celebrating your friendsâ engagement. she never asked what reason you had to suddenly approach her that night, but she still remembers what exactly she saw.
you, endearingly tipsy from wine, walking over to her with a pretty smile glimmering on your lips. your makeup was slightly smudged, lipgloss ruined from the wine. she even remembers how you unbuttoned your blazer widely enough to show her the slightest sliver of skin hiding beneath.
you were simply breathtaking, in a way that made sevika crave. and you were just as desperate, clinging to her side looking all coy, touching her bicep and feeding her ego with sweet compliments. she was loving it, deep down. having a pretty girl hung up on her arms made her feel invincible.
you were not shy about your desire for sevika, going as far as to make the first move. itâs what led you into her bed that night, and many more nights after.
she could never forget how desperate you were for her, a strange woman you met at a bar.
you were insatiable.
there were days where she had to cocoon you in her duvet just to keep you away from her. and sevika was never a woman who struggled with not having enough stamina. she had more than enough and then some, enough to go for hours, but it was nothing compared to you.
you were bold. hungry. feral like a rabid dog, sneaky like a predator. you knew how to test her resilience, patience, and restraint.
no warnings sevika gave you ever stopped you either. if anything, they would make you work harder to get her riled up, until you ended up bent over a random piece of furniture that was in sevikaâs way.
but she never complained. it was what she loved about you.
and loving you was scary.
when things began to get serious, sevika felt cornered. what was first just a great sex with a younger woman, became more. and you both felt it.
sevika tried, she really did. but the nagging feeling that kept saying to let you go, knowing that unlike her, you had a whole life before you, was far too loud in her head. you were perfect for someone like her, and the way her heart was racing at the mere sight of you made it clear how much she loved you.
she never said it, but she knew. though she wasnât sure if you knew it, too.
thatâs why it had to end. she loved you too much to tie you down to someone like her. an older woman with her life a mess, who is more familiar with a bottom of a bottle than romance. she is only a mechanic with her own business, while you can make it bigger in life with your fancy degree and a way with words.
you needed someone who deserved you. and sevika knew it would never be her.
she couldnât face you to end it. you were the sunshine in her life she didnât know she needed until she had it. and sevika was always weak for you. the second your eyes would meet, she would chicken out.
so what did she do instead?
she sent you a text.
sevika felt like a coward, hiding behind her phone screen when she sent the message. yours came flooding her inbox immediately, and by the typos and short messages, she knew you were crying on the other end of the line.
you tried to reach out to her so many times the first week or two, calling and texting to the point where sevika was leaving her phone at home when going to work. not because it was annoying, but each notification that came from your number made her heart ache more and more each time.
she began avoiding spots where she could accidentally meet you. that one restaurant you two once went to? it did not matter that sevika had to go to the gym that way, she would use a different route. the area where you work? she did not dare step foot in there.
she even stopped going to her favorite bar for a while, the one where she met you. the last thing she wanted was to see you there, waiting on her, give her that sweet look that would break her resolve.
and now, itâs been two years, and sevika has not moved on since.
if anything, it got worse.
she thought moving on would be easy. you were just another woman in her life, a younger woman, too. she expected to be back on her feet within three months, jumping into another womanâs bed to forget you.
and she did just that.
except it had no effect.
no matter who she had in her bed, you invaded her mind like a parasite. a parasite she desperately wanted to get rid off, but nothing ever worked.
sevika never felt more pathetic in her entire life more than now.
she has thought many times about contacting you again. thinking about calling you, telling you how sorry she is, even going as far as begging you to listen to her. she even bought you flowers once, on your birthday â even though she pretended to not listen when you still were together â walking to your place with an apology she has practiced for a whole day.
but as she stood before your apartment complex, watching random people in the window of your living room, she chickened out. the bouquet she paid a hefty amount for ended up in the trash, and she drank a whole bottle before midnight to drown her sorrows.
she regrets meeting you, but she regrets ever letting you go.
she spends nights on her phone, gathering the courage to text you. her thumb hovers over the call button each time, but never really clicking it. she doesnât even know if you have her blocked.
if only sevika knew you werenât any better.
you like to claim that you have moved on. you laugh and smile with your friends as if your heart has not been heavy with anger, replacing the sadness that first prevailed. even after two years of absolute silence from the older woman, the situation weighs heavily on you.
itâs not the breakup that is the problem â if you can even call it that. if sevika were to tell you face-to-face, you would take it. it would hurt, sure, but you would understand. you would have some kind of closure.
but apparently by sevikaâs standards, you arenât even worthy of a phone call.
worth nothing more than a fucking text message.
you read it so many times itâs engraved in your mind since, haunting you like a nightmare. and no matter how many times you tried to reach out, she ignored it all. all your calls and messages, read but never answered.
that hurt the most.
dating after sevika has been rocky like walking on a rope bridge. always hit or miss, never going past a third date, until you stopped forcing yourself into another relationship that only deepened the wounds left behind.
as much as you try to convince yourself that you hate her, that you have truly forgotten all about her, you can never deny how you always miss her.
the smallest things reminds you of her. the scent of motor oil that always lingered on sevikaâs clothes, to the way she loved her whiskey served. even something as insignificant as a smoke of a cigarette. you remember how much you hated kissing her after she had a smoke, which only made her kiss you harder.
you miss that.
you miss when sevika gave you her attention, not just the sex part. all of it.
and perhaps you were silly enough to believe that she loved you back because of it.
today was meant to be another normal day for sevika. after a long shift, all she wanted was to go to a bar, have a few drinks and go back home. her usual â though horribly sad â routine.
but ever since she woke up today, at 6am like always, she had this gut feeling that something is going to happen.
it started small.
first there was a woman walking past sevika with the same hair as you. her heart nearly stopped thinking it was you, but when the woman turned around, she let out a sigh of relief and a quiet curse under her breath.
she was being ridiculous. she last saw you two years ago. you probably changed your hairstyle by now, looking completely different. she probably wouldnât even recognize you if she saw you on the street. at least she wanted to believe that.
then came the restaurant she once took you to. sevikaâs heart nearly leapt out of her chest when she came to her senses, realizing that she went the wrong route.
she has been used to avoid this street, this part of town entirely. why did she accidentally stumbled here today of all days?
it made no sense.
until she saw you.
she was right about one thing, though. you really changed your hair. otherwise you look the same, and it scares sevika how easily she has recognized you in the crowd of people walking by. but itâs hard to not notice when you stand a few feet away, standing before an opened car, wearing black slacks and a black blouse.
you look professional, yet still so unbelievably beautiful. the way you stand there on your heels, a perfect depiction of an office siren. sevika almost forgets what she has done, forgets sending that stupid message. almost going as far as to step forward to walk towards you and wrap her arms around you.
but she canât. how will she look like, after two years of radio silence, deciding to hold you as if nothing had happened? as if she didnât ruin the best thing in her fucked up life. she doesnât deserve you, and you deserve more than an asshole like her.
the moment passes when you finally close the car and turn around, your eyes landing on sevika standing not far away. she sees how your body stiffens, eyes widen in shock, and she is far from doing good herself.
neither of you move for what feels like hours. people pass by you, all in their own worlds, ignoring the two worlds that once parted have collided once again. and neither of you have the courage to approach each other.
at least sevika doesnât have the courage. what would she even say? no words that come to her mind can ever fix the mess she has made.
but watching you stand there, perfect like the first she met you, her body works on her own. the soles of her boots against the concrete is the only sound that fills her ears, along with her rapidly beating heart â beating hard enough to put her in a cardiac arrest.
but itâs now or never. for the first time in sevikaâs damned life, she follows what her heart wants, not her brain.
she stands a few feet away from you now, and seeing you flinch away makes her heart sink. not that she can blame you, but it aches nonetheless. she takes a deep breath to calm her pulse, before her mouth opens.
âhey,â is the only thing that comes out of her, and she groans. why are feelings so complicated?
your eyes lock with hers, and before sevika can continue, you finally speak up. âwhat do you want?â
âiâŠâ the question renders her speechless. she doesnât know herself what she wants anymore. a proper closure? an apology? fall down to her knees and beg you to come back to her? itâs all options, and neither at the same time. âi just want to talk.â
âlook, iâm not here to argue. i donât know why iâm here, anyway. and today of all days. but i know is that i want to fix this,â sevika hates the word that comes out of her next. âplease.â
âbut you said iâm too youngââ
âi know what i said!â her voice comes out harsh and frustrated, but not entirely at you. âbut i canât get you out of my head and it pisses me off.â
you look away from her, and sevika is tempted to grab you by the chin and make you look at her. just like she used to when your eyes closed, or darted away from her when she brought you to cloud nine and back. but she canât. not after everything.
âi know i donât deserve a second chance, not after the bullshit i did,â she hesitates for a moment, âgive me one night. thatâs all i want. you can yell at me, slap me, scalp me for all i care. just⊠just give me that.â
thatâs when your eyes lock with hers, looking bewildered like a deer in the headlights. your face switches between various emotions. angry, shocked, ready to slap the audacity out of sevika for even suggesting ever meeting again.
the silence feels heavy like a storm cloud, and for a second, sevika believes that you will reject her. she wouldnât hold it against you if you did, but a part of her prays to win you over again, to have you back in her life even after she let you go.
and as sheâs opening her mouth to speak, you beat her to it.
âfine. one night. thatâs all youâre getting.â
instant relief floods through sevikaâs body like a whisky, warming her up. she tries not to let it show, but the way her flesh fingers twitch ever so slightly give away her true feelings. she hates how easily you pull a reaction out of her.
her lips curl up in a ghost of a smile. âiâll pick you up on friday, 6pm.â
it is finally friday. the clock on the wall of your bedroom ticks away 5.30, only thirty minutes before sevika shows up.
and youâre nowhere near as ready as you have hoped.
you have absolutely no idea why you had agreed in the first place. the closure, perhaps? wanting to hear her out? or maybe⊠maybe, somewhere deep in your heart, you want to see her one more time before fate does its job.
the scene keeps repeating in your head, playing out possible âwhat ifâs in your head, as if thatâs going to help. you cannot change the past now. you promised, and saying no to her, even after what she had done, is easier said than done.
you probably should have said no. make things easier for yourself.
but itâs hard to deny the effect she still has on you. how her voice sends shivers down your spine, like it used to before. how her big frame towers over yours, and how it makes you want to be in her mercy â in her arms, where you once felt so safe.
youâre still under her spell, and you can deny it all you want.
not even ten minutes pass when a ringing sound of a doorbell pierces your ears, making you flinch by the mirror. sheâs here early, and your stomach is tied in knots.
itâs now or never.
you check yourself in the mirror one last time, fixing up the buttons of your blazer vest, mostly just to make her wait. you had to wait for two whole years, she can handle two minutes.
âyou can do itâŠâ you whisper to your reflection as if it can support you back, taking a deep breath before you walk towards the door. you hang the bag over your shoulder, put on your shoes, and with one last sigh, you leave your apartment.
the soles of your platforms thud against the steps as you descend, unsteady like a fading heartbeat. not even halfway down, you consider walking back up and ditch sevika on this date â if you can even call it that.
there is nothing more to it then closure, you convince yourself. or try to, at least.
because the second you open the main entrance and see sevika standing in front of you, every thought in your mind evaporates like a mist over boiling kettle. you are back to the days when you were together, head over heels and heartbeat embarrassingly loud.
her broad frame towers over you, dark maroon shirt perfectly hugging her upper body, and exposing enough of her sternum with three buttons undone. the hem is tucked in her pants, tight slacks that hug her thighs just right, showing off her muscles for the world to admire.
she must be doing this on purpose, you are sure of it.
and as you are admiring her, sevika is busy taking you in. you notice her throat moving as she swallows, her eyes raving over your suit-clad body. her mouth opens, then closes, then opens again like a fish stuck on land.
a small flicker of confidence lights up in you, knowing you still have an effect on her.
a minute passes, the two of you standing there in awkward silence.
until sevika clears her throat. âready?â
âready,â you nod, lying through your teeth.
sevika walks you to her car, hand hovering over your back, but never really touching. she opens the door for you, waiting until you sit before walking to the driverâs seat.
the ride is quiet, too quiet. you have nothing to say, and by the way sevikaâs jaw is set tight, you can tell she wants to say too much but doesnât know how to start.
you set your eyes on the view outside, watching as the scenery passes by. anything to keep yourself occupied so you wonât look at sevika.
but she forces you when she speaks up.
âyou⊠you look great,â the words come out strained, like her mouth worked before her brain did.
you stay still, lips pursed together as you watch her. steel grey eyes set on the road, flesh hand on the steering wheel while the prosthetic one digs into her thigh. her nostrils are flared, eyebrows furrowed, and you cannot really read what sheâs thinking right now.
your silence makes sevika groan. âyou can at least acknowledge that iâm talking.â
âiâm looking at you. isnât that enough?â
âi know youâre angryââ
âangry doesnât even fucking cover how i feel, sevika,â you cut her off, sharp and loud.
âyou know words arenât my strong suit,â sevika mutters, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.
âyeah, i know. you prefer texts,â you jab where it hurts the most, not only her but you. âyouâre expert at that.â
âfor fuckâs sake.â
âwhat? canât handle the truth? canât handle that iâm not jumping into your arms and accepting whatever excuse you have prepared for me?â question after question pours out your mouth in an angry outburst, questions that donât have an answer.
not one that would make your anger less explosive, anyway.
âiâm trying, okay?â
âyou shouldâve tried two years ago, sevika! you kick me in the ass through a fucking text, and now you think iâm gonna be all hot and bothered for you?â
âjust shut up!â
sevikaâs voice is a roar of frustration, helplessness and anger. she makes a sharp turn right, your face nearly kissing the window, parking at a random place where itâs all suspiciously quiet.
she turns to you, and you watch how her expression twitches. tightens and loosens repeatedly, fighting whatever bomb of emotion is ticking within her.
âi know i fucked up, majorly. and i get that you probably hate me âcause of it,â she takes a deep breath, âbut there hasnât been a day where i havenât regretted the bullshit iâve done. i tried so many times to contact you, visit you⊠do anything to see you again. but i couldnât.â
âwhy? why couldnât you, huh?â you press on, forcing the answer out of her one way or another.
she glances away when she speaks up again, âbecause you deserve someone better than me. someone whoâll give you a good life, whoâd be on the same wavelength as you. the same age as you. i have⊠nothing to give you besides a good fuck.â
you think for a second that your ears are deceiving you. hearing doubts from a woman who looked nothing but confidence herself, smirking at you whenever she showed off, always so sure of herself⊠it feels strange. but it doesnât do anything to cool you off.
it only makes you angrier.
âso you just⊠decided to make a decision for me? do you think iâm that incompetent to know what i want?â your heart is beating out of your chest, the onslaught of emotions feeling heavy on your sternum. âiâm almost thirty, sevika. iâm not a little naive girl who doesnât know what she wants. you canât make decisions for me!â
âi know that now, and- and iâm sorry,â the apology is barely audible when sevika utters it. âplease, give me a chance to fix it.â
âfix how? you think you canât fix two years of distance in one night?â
âgive me a month,â sevika says without hesitation.
your eyes narrow, eyebrow raised. âwhat?â
âa month. thirty days. iâll do all i can to fix this. fix us,â it is the most desperate youâve ever heard her, and you donât want to admit how it hits you.
thirty days. you canât even believe you are thinking of agreeing to it. you shouldnât be, not after what she has done. but with the way she is looking at you, expecting you to give her the benefit of the doubt, it makes you weak. she hits all the weak spots in you, and you wonder if she even realizes this.
âcanât believe iâm considering it,â you scoff, but itâs not bitter anymore. exasperated, perhaps. âalright. we can try, i guess.â
and when sevika takes your hand in hers, muttering a silent âthank youâ, you want to believe that she is being sincere with you.
âstarting tonight, i promise iâll do anything to make it right,â she whispers to you, her voice soft and comforting.
when her hand leaves yours to focus back on driving, you start missing the warmth of it. it was the warmest she has touched you, filled with promises that fill you with a speckle of happiness. you donât even catch the smile on your face.
but sevika does, from the corner of her eye. she sees how your lips curl up ever so slightly, how your eyes suddenly seem more lively than a moment ago. your muscles arenât taut like a string anymore, and she takes it as a good sign that maybe she will win you back.
she must.
the rest of the ride goes silently, until she stops by a familiar place. the pub where you first met. you havenât been there ever since sevika broke things off, but it hasnât changed at all.
and when she walks inside with you by her side, a lively hum of people having fun greets you. itâs not overwhelmingly loud or crowded, a typical friday night after a long week.
sevika leads you to an empty booth, far from others so you can have some privacy. her eyes never leave you, and it is a little awkward at first. even as you order, she never seems to look away, as if sheâs afraid to do so.
âi wonât disappear, yâknow. stop gawking at me like a hawk,â you huff.
âcanât help it,â sevika mumbles, and a small smirk grows on her full lips. typical. âwhat if i look away for a second and youâll leave?â her words are meant to be a joke, but you can see a flicker of worry in her eyes.
sheâs being serious, even if she tries to hide it behind her typical bravado. she really hasnât changed at all.
the rest of the night falls into a soothing rhythm. the tension is not as intense, but itâs clear neither of you want to dive into more serious topics. youâre on a pause â a moment thatâs just for you to enjoy before the talk will become inevitable.
when sevikaâs lazy smile drops and she sets her whisky on the table, you know that the moment comes now.
âiâve never gotten over you, yâknow. what we had,â she sighs, and for the first time she looks away. âi just couldnât handle the thought that you would one day regret settling for me.â
âthat doesnât excuse the break up through text,â you retort.
âi know,â she pinches the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut.
âi deserved more than a shitty text, sevika.â
âi know that.â
âdonât you have anything better to say than âi knowâ? because to me, it seems like you donât know shit,â her answers â or rather lack-there-of â makes you bristle, hand clenching around the glass so tight it could break under the pressure.
âwill you ever stop throwing it into my face like that?â sevika snaps at you, unable to keep her frustration at bay.
âyou have any idea how much it hurts? to receive a fucking text from a woman you love that âiâm too young, and i donât know what i want in life yet?â so iâm sorry if iâm hurting your feelings now, because you did it it to me first.â
whatever has been bubbling within sevika slowly evaporated, seeing how you slump against the chair as you continue to blame her â and rightfully so. she has no right to be angry at you, when sheâs the one who did this.
so she shuts up. takes everything you were definitely bottling up in you for the past two years. you donât receive words, only hums and nods as she lets herself be berated for her sheer stupidity. and as you ramble on, tears gathering in your eyes, sevika can only think one thing.
youâre beautiful even when youâre angry at her.
sevika only reaches out when the tears start to fall, standing from her seat to nestle against your side, her strong arm wrapping around your trembling body. and you melt into her warmth, just like old times. it feels right, just how it used to.
but this time, sevika will not let it go.
âiâll make it right, i promise,â she whispers, full of conviction, landing a tender kiss into your hair.
and you might finally let yourself believe her.
youâre surprised by how much sevika still remembers about you.
yesterday, she got you your favorite flowers, something you once briefly mentioned, never expecting her to even catch it. you certainly never would expect a woman like sevika to remember something so small. unimportant by her standards. but as you held the bouquet in your hands, watching as sevikaâs eyes flickered from one place to another, you felt that familiar warmth bloom in your chest.
you havenât felt that in a while.
and today, she took you to the bistro you used to visit back in your college days, still as lively as it was years ago. you donât even remember ever telling her about it, or what order you always got.
yet before you could open your mouth, sevika ordered for you, everything to a t.
âcanât believe you remember so much about me,â you mumble with your mouth full, to which sevika chuckled.
âwhat? canât be sentimental once in my damn life?â she scoffed.
âiâm serious. even my family doesnât know as much as you do,â you poke the food around as you speak.
âi may not look like it, but i pay attention. especially if itâs you.â
âif itâs me,â you mutter under your breath, a small grin growing on your lips. ânever thought the big scary sevika would be so soft.â
âtease me like that and iâll stop,â she points the fork at you, as if ready to poke you, but the melodic tone of her laugh that follows tells you all you need to know.
she definitely wonât stop now.
âan amusement park? really?â
âwhat? think iâm too old for that?â sevikaâs thick brow quirks up, arm set on her hip.
the way she reacted makes you laugh way too loudly than you intended, making people stare at the two of you. âarenât we both a little too old for plushies and cotton candy?â
âjust you wait,â she tsks before taking you by the wrist and dragging you to the entrance.
sevika pays for the tickets, her warm hand never letting you go. she holds you like a kid holding a balloon, afraid that youâll float away if she lets you go. and whenever you tug and pull, her grip just tightens, leaving you no other choice but to walk by her side.
besides the families that came to visit because of their children, you and sevika are definitely the oldest here. itâs a little embarrassing, and you would expect sevika to feel the same. but when you look at her, she looks unbothered.
sheâs busy taking it all in, eyes going from one colorful attraction to the other. itâs like sheâs never seen so many colors at once.
as much as she tries to act, you see a crack in her expression. the small furrow between her dark eyebrows, her lips jutted out in a thoughtful pout. she looks younger, more alive than youâve ever seen her.
âyou look like youâre seeing colors for the first time,â you poke fun at her, but there is nothing but fondness in your tone.
sevika snaps from her daze hearing your voice. âiâve⊠never been to an amusement park.â
âreally? never?â your eyes widen, your head tilting up to look at her. ânot even with your parents, or maybe on a date with someone?â
âfunny,â sevika scoffs as if you just said the most ridiculous thing. âmy mama died when i was a kid, and my old man⊠letâs say he was never a father of the year.â
oh.
sheâs never opened up to you before. not like this.
you feel as sevikaâs grip on you loosens little by little, until it slips. but you donât let her. your smaller hand grabs her, and you pull her back in. she looks surprised when she glances at you, only to be met with a playful smile that dances on your mouth.
âwell, we have a lot to catch up on,â you say, and without giving her a chance to speak, you start pulling her to the first stand â candied apples.
sevika cringes when you hand her the sticky apple, and when you force her to take a bite, you chuckle at the expression she makes. she acts like itâs poisonous when handing it back to you, chewing that small piece in her mouth for what feels like ages to her.
but what sevika didnât except is how seriously youâre taking this.
ride after ride, stand after stand, there probably isnât nothing that you did make sevika try. cotton candy, tornado potato and god-knows what else that will leave her with a heartburn and a lot of regret tomorrow. and after nearly throwing up the entire contents of her stomach on the pirate ship ride, she knows one thing for sureâŠ
amusement parks are not for her.
âyou cut your hair!â
âyeah, i did. couldnât be bothered tying it up every day,â sevika shrugs, a smirk curling up on her lips. âdonât look so shocked. i thought you said youâd like me with an undercut.â
âiâm gonna miss that silly little ponytail,â you let out a sigh, your hand reaching out to brush her hair from her eyes.
âyou donât know what you want, woman,â she groans at you, pushing your hand away from her hair.
the last thing sevika wants is to show how flustered your touch leaves her.
you probably donât even realize what effect you are having on her over the past days, how open youâre making her be. never in her life has she worn her heart on her sleeve for someone, with how many people have treated her like shit.
no one but you. she would let you rip it out her hands and stab it for all she cares, if it proves how hard she loves you. how unbelievably happy you make her feel.
sevika still tries to keep her walls up; old habits die hard. yet every time you smile at her, touch her, even do something as small as looking at her with those sparkly eyes of yours.
how could she ever let you go that day?
âi also noticed something,â you mutter suddenly, catching sevikaâs attention.
âwhat?â
âyou donât smell like cigarettes anymore,â you observe.
âyeah, i stopped. i know how much you hated it when i smoked,â she says with a grin, her hands slowly coming to rest on your waist. âsaid i smelled like burnt shit and my lungs are probably like charcoal.â
âwas i wrong, though?â
âshut up, smart ass.â
âafter you, old lady,â you wink at her, earning you an eye roll from sevika.
âalways gotta have the final word,â she mutters, her grip on you tightening ever so slightly.
and sevika canât be any happier that youâre letting her touch you like this again. youâre so close, so warm, so perfect against her. sunshine caresses your features, enhancing her favorite parts of you.
and you?
youâre falling in love all over again, if not even more than before. each day you spend with her is magical. whether itâs a date night by lit candles and fancy dinner, or a simple walk around town after work, you appreciate everything she does.
you cannot deny the gash left on your heart after what sevika has done, perhaps that will never truly heal. it might wake you up randomly one night, seeding doubts deep into your mind. but you can finally believe that sevika will be by your side if that ever happens.
âyou look good, though,â you whisper to sevika after a moment of silence, pressing yourself tighter to her side. âit suits you. makes you look⊠younger, in a way.â
âare you saying i looked old before?â sevika glares down at you, warning you to choose your words wisely.
but you only tease her further, ââŠmaybe.â
âbrat.â
âoldie.â
a snort escapes her, smiling so widely you can see that gap between her teeth you canât help but be so mesmerized by. she clears her throat to pretend she didnât just laugh at your silly nickname, only if her eyes didnât have that glimmer in them. it exposes her fully, and she lets it be.
for you, sevika refuses to hide.
âyou know, you never told me why you approached me that night,â sevika looks at you as she chews on the piece of steak in her mouth.
her voice is the only thing snapping you from your trance. the meal in front of you â far too fancy for your tastes â has gotten lukewarm as it sits nearly untouched on a plate. youâre not sure if sevika has realized it yet, how intensely you watch her. admiring how she looks in the dim light, the candle on the table enhancing her perfect imperfections.
âoh, that?â you chuckle, taking a bite of a potato wedge. âjust my friends being pushy and dramatic.â
âoh? so youâre saying you wouldnât approach me without your friendsâ approval?â she smirks at you.
âthe opposite, actually. i didnât need their approval or permission.â
âso you really donât listen to anyone but yourself,â sevika sighs, more amused and exasperated then annoyed.
âexcuse me? i listen to you,â you retort, jabbing the back of her flesh hand with the handle of the steak knife.
âsure, you do.â
âcome on, that was one time. i was stressed out, okay?â
âone time, my ass,â she rolls her eyes when you groan. âit was at least seven times. and by the time you were done, neither of us could move for thirty minutes straight.â
ânot my fault you canât handle it,â you mutter under your breath, loud enough for sevika to catch it, earning you a glare.
âwerenât you the one who passed out in the puddle of your own cââ
âshut up!â your loud panic makes others turn to your table, some shaking their heads before returning to their meals.
you take a sip of wine, hiding just how flustered you are behind the glass. you down it in one go, the alcohol warming up your body and going straight into your head.
now you at least have the wine to blame for the warmth emanating from your cheeks.
âthey kept pushing me to find someone,â you finally admit, fingers playing with the stem of the wine glass. âi was the only one single at that time, too focused on work, on my future. so i wanted to shut their mouths.â
sevika stops eating, her eyes focused on you. she looks thoughtful, eyebrows furrowing and lips downturned in a frown. but as quickly as the frown appeared, her usual smirk replaces it. âso you just used me to shut their mouths?â she asks you, leaning against the table, her tone ever-so-slightly icy.
âmaybe at first,â the admission weighs on your chest, and you look into her eyes to see her reaction. âbut after the night we spent together, it turned into something else. i wanted more of you.â
you barely breathe as you await sevikaâs reply. the worst-case scenarios flood through your brain, making you sweat under the satin fabric of your blouse. sheâs quiet for far too long, and the way her brows twitch makes the tension even worse.
just as youâre about to try and say something, she lets out a breathy laugh.
âyouâre an idiot, sweetheart.â
sweetheart. you havenât heard that in a while, yet it still makes your heart jump in your chest like the first time.
âsays the one who breaks up with someone through text,â you bite the inside of your lip, attempting to hide the growing smile.
the month is over with a blink of an eye, and before you know it, today is the last day of sevikaâs promise. the last day which will determine the next step in your and sevikaâs relationship.
and youâre nervous. it only dawns on you as you stand before her house, looking exactly the same as the last day youâve been here. the day before she sent you that stupid text message. today will be different, though. you tell yourself it will. you wouldnât spend a whole month to find out sevika has been leading you on.
âŠright?
nerves play tricks with you, poke fun at you and push you around. bullying you into overthinking.
you havenât expected to feel this way on a last day, not after everything sevika has done for you. sheâs proved herself more times in a single month that sheâs truly serious about this, serious about you â making you feel guilty about doubting her after doing so much.
sheâs gone as far as to stop smoking for you. thatâs something, right?
yet as you knock on her door, your throat suddenly tightens and you cannot breathe. youâre drowning at the bottom of the ocean, water filling your lungs as you helplessly gasp for air.
the door opens after a minute of your internal struggle, revealing sevika. her presence reels you back to the shore, grounding you, making you feel safe. doubt makes way for relief, leaving you with a deep breath out.
she doesnât let you stand by the door for long. with her mech hand snaking around your waist, she leads you inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click. immediately, your nose is hit with a delicious scent of homemade food â your favorite. and only then you notice the apron wrapped around sevikaâs waist.
âan apron, huh? real homey,â your fingers pulls at the string around her neck, toying with it. âwhatâs next? gonna start baking cookies?â
âmight as well. then stuff them in your mouth so youâll shut up,â she mutters as her hands work you out of your jacket before leading you into the kitchen.
and the sight makes you gasp.
itâs nothing like you have expected from sevika. sure, she has mentioned that sheâs planning something âreally specialâ on the last day, but you thought she was just joking around with you.
âhope you like it,â she doesnât sound so confident anymore, almost as if sheâs afraid of rejection.
âas cheesy as this all is, itâs still the best thing someone has done for me,â your voice softens, not at all as teasing like a minute ago.
you lean in closer until your lips lightly touch her cheek, a barely-there kiss, though enough to hear sevika gasp. before you can even react, her warm hand cups the back of your head, pulling you in for a desperate kiss.
her full lips move against yours like sheâs starving for you, all tongue and spit and groans. sevika has been far too patient, holding herself back for the right moment. this is the best moment for her to show you just how sheâs missed you.
unlike those two years ago, her hands donât travel under your clothes to strip you as quick as possible. she just kisses you. barely comes up to catch her breath before sheâs back on you, whining in your mouth like an overgrown puppy. her usually deep, gruff voice is a little higher pitched, and it makes you weak in the knees.
sevika never whimpered. you only ever got her to curse, grunt and pant. whimpering was off the table, no matter what you did. until now, and you plan to enjoy it.
she pulls away when both of you begin to get carried away, a string of saliva connecting her mouth with yours. itâs a hot sight, seeing sevika so drunk on you, and itâs only the start of the night.
âcâmon⊠before the food gets cold,â she whispers, a little breathless, guiding you to sit down.
âno,â you stop her, pushing her back against the wall with all your strength â which is a lot. âi want you now. we can eat the food later.â
sevika wants to argue. sheâs worked hard on this, made it all perfect just for you. but how can she fight this when youâre peppering her jaw with kisses, mumbling sweet words against her skin? she wonât admit it to a single living soul she knows how you have her melting. you turn her brain into mush, thinking of you and only you.
âokay,â is all sevika whispers before gathering you in her arms, hands on your ass, lips connected with your in a messy dance of tongues as she leads you to her bedroom.
she stumbles a few times, hits the doorframe a little too hard when she kicks open the door, but itâs only a mild inconvenience when it has you giggling against her mouth. it softens any frustration from her expression, curses dying on her tongue as sheâs about to utter them. sheâs dreamed of hearing you laugh like that again, in a moment like this.
slowly setting you down on the bed, your legs dangling off the edge, she starts working your pants down. they slide off with ease, leaving your underwear on for now. she doesnât want to rush this, even when youâre bucking your hips in the air, desperate for some action.
âlet me take it slow tonight,â sevika whispers, cupping your face to kiss you again. more gentle this time.
âfuck, sev. iâm â mmhm â not playing slow tonight,â you try to get her off, push her under you, but itâs futile the second she lays her weight on top of you, pressing you into the mattress effectively.
âstill so fucking needy,â she chuckles into your mouth before moving her kisses to your neck. âdidnât change a bit, huh?â
her mouth finds your weak spots easily, and she takes her sweet time with each hickey she leaves on your skin. she remembers how sensitive your neck is, because of course, she does. she has you writhing under her without trying much, making you moan like a virgin.
your fingers thread through sevikaâs hair, tugging and pulling at the strands just so you can hear her hiss. she always enjoyed getting lightly bruised. back scratches, bites and hickeys, even hand prints if the two of you were feeling friskier than usual.
good to know that didnât change.
moans and gasps fill the bedroom, mostly coming from you. your body tingles under her every touch, every brush of her warm hand, every kiss that marks your skin. you can hardly focus on anything else besides sevikaâs body on yours, caressing you like she used to.
when she comes up to kiss you again, tongue probing your mouth, you busy yourself with taking her shirt off. you nearly tear it in half because of the buttons, cursing under your breath before successfully slipping it off her broad shoulders and dropping it on the floor.
itâs when sevika finally pulls away from you, giving you a moment to catch a breath as she works her prosthetic off. she sets it on the nightstand by the bed while her flesh hand slips under your top.
itâs not long before youâre both naked, tangled in the bedsheets as you continue taking this slow. agonizingly slow.
the wetness between your legs is uncomfortable by this point, your clit is throbbing and begging for attention. and sevika is purposely avoiding your glistening cunt, her fingers and mouth kissing and touching every part of you except where you need her the most. itâs killing you.
âsevika, iâm gonna start yelling if you donât- holy fuck!â your eyes nearly roll back into your skull as sevikaâs mouth wraps around your clit, making your heels dig into the mattress.
âstill tastes so good,â she mutters into your sopping cunt, letting out noises like a woman starved.
sheâs loud and desperate as she eats you out, spit mixing with your arousal until you canât tell which is dripping down on the sheets. her tongue slides and swirls around your swollen bud, mind set on giving it attention until she feels it twitch against her mouth.
sevika will do anything to keep you like you are now. your shaky legs squeezing her head. hands in her hair to push her further in. eyes locked with sevikaâs, all glassy with unshed tears. a sight engraved deep in her mind for so long, yet tonight is the most special one.
âmissed this,â she pulls away from your clit, laughing when you whine in protest. she kisses your tummy as an apology. âmissed you. never letting you go again.â
a smile breaks out on your lips, head raising from the pillow to look at her. âiâll have to kill you if you do.â
âiâd like to see you try.â
âyouâre pushing your luck, sev.â
âi know,â sevika goes back to your clit, kissing the throbbing bud and sucking it into her mouth.
each brush of her tongue against your pussy has your body trembling, pushing you closer to the edge. your moans get more frantic, voice growing high-pitched. it only makes sevika work harder, diving into your folds until she can barely breathe. she will happily suffocate if it means she gets to see you crumble all thanks to her skillful, greedy mouth.
âcome for me, baby. give it to me,â her voice is hoarse and muffled, vibrating against your needy clit.
and you do. you come all over her mouth, grinding your hips into her face until youâre left overstimulated. sevika licks you clean, drinking your juices like a sweet nectar she so desperately needs.
âfuck,â you gasp for air when you feel sevika pull away, a grin setting on your face. âforgot how good you are with your mouth.â
you pull her on top of you again, arms wrapping around her head to keep her close. her body blankets yours now, shielding you from anything that isnât her, because nothing else matters at this moment for either of you. not now, or ever.
âand i forgot how loud you can be,â sheâs lying just to tease you, and you can tell by the smirk on her face.
sevika would never forget that about you.
âwe both know i can be even louder than that. iâm just saving it for later,â you press a kiss to her lips, tasting yourself on her.
sevika lets out a tender chuckle against your mouth but leaves her comments to herself. at least for now. she still is far from done with you.
âhold your leg up.â
you listen to her command without a second thought, grabbing the back of your knee to bring it to your chest. your soaked cunt suddenly makes contact with hers, and it makes both of you hiss. sevika wastes no time to roll her hips against yours, clit on clit, moaning deeply against you.
she falls apart immediately, chasing that sweet high she only ever experienced with you. her broad body is trembling above yours, lips quivering, eyebrows knitted. sheâs melting like a lit up candle, and before she realizes it, a tear falls down on your cheek.
she is crying. sevika is crying.
no sobs leave her, but her breaths are shaky and her moans come out broken. it takes you so off guard you almost forget about the sensation of her pussy rubbing against yours.
âshit,â sevika gasps, her eyes squeezing shut. âi- iâm sorry, i⊠i just canât believe how stupid i was letting you go. i shouldâve neverâŠâ
sheâs rambling now, a mess of a woman that only you get to witness. sheâs never opened up to anyone like this, stripping herself bare of all the protective barriers she kept on to protect herself.
âshhâŠâ you shush her, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. âjust focus on this. on us.â
your words spur sevika on, her hips rutting against you with unabashed hunger. she buries her face into your neck, muffling noises into your skin. she doesnât bother controlling the volume of her voice. she needs to let you know how good sheâs feeling because of you.
her muscles tighten, and her moves get sloppier as the knot begins to form in the pit of her belly. her arm engulfs your right side to pull you as close as she can, whining against your cheek.
then, with a loud groan, sevika comes against you. her body shakes in your arms as she rides out her high before collapsing beside you, her fingers finding your clit to push you over the edge.
âoh, fuck⊠fuck!â your second orgasm hits you like a punch, wracking through your body until you nearly pass out.
sevika pulls you into her chest, peppering kisses against your temple as you curl into her chest. none of you speak for what feels like hours, comforting silence covering you like a protective blanket.
you could get used to this.
itâs only after you two calm down does sevika break the silence. âthink i pulled my hip there.â
âafter one round? youâre really getting old, sev,â you snort.
âoh, i forgot youâre getting younger,â you canât see her, but you can practically hear the eye roll in her voice.
âiâm still younger than you.â
âoh, donât worry. itâll all go downhill after thirty,â you smack her on the back after that comment, pulling her head back to frown up at her.
âso funny,â you grumble.
âyou love it.â
âunfortunately.â
you two fall quiet once more. sevikaâs eyes are locked with yours, her thumb rubbing gentle circles against the plumpness of your cheek. you lean into her touch, pressing a gentle kiss into her palm. a small gesture that makes sevikaâs heart jolt in her chest.
you barely catch the words that leave sevika next, but she repeats them. those three words you once only hoped youâd hear from her but it never came.
âi love you,â she canât take this back now, and she doesnât want to. she wonât be a coward like last time.
âi love you, too, sevika. i never stopped,â you admit softly, fingers brushing strands of sevikaâs short hair away from her eyes.
she smiles, relieved. âi always loved you. i was⊠so fucking stupid back then. i let you go thinking it was better for you, but i guess i was just terrified of a relationship, knowing you could settle for someone better.â
âi told you, didnât i? i know what i want in life,â you whisper, giving sevika a chaste kiss on her mouth. âand i want you.â
âgood, âcause i want you, too.â
she pulls you in, locking her lips with yours. itâs tender and full of love, nothing like the clash of teeth and tongues you were used to with her. it warms you up like a sip of warm tea on a cold morning, soothes your heart like a gentle caress. perfect in every way even after sevika pulls away.
âthis is nice,â you whisper.
âyeah,â she whispers back, kissing your forehead. âthe dinner is probably cold now, though.â
âiâm not hungry. not for food, anyway,â your lips curl up in a grin, making sevika groan.
âyouâre gonna put me into a grave,â she complains, but she doesnât fight it when you roll over, pinning her under you.
âyou can handle it, old lady,â you take her hand in yours, pressing the palm to your cheek.
âdonât know about that.â
but as sevika watches you on top of her, cheek nuzzled into her rough palm, she is as soft as a jelly cake.
and sevika knows sheâs right where she wants to be.
warnings! pole dancing, public sex(??), sexual tension, yearning, strap-on use, strap sucking (s!receiving), dom!sevika, sub!reader, light impact play (face slapping and one spank), bit of dirty talk, thigh riding, marking (bites and hickeys) slight edging, 69, fingering (s!receiving), sevika is a bit possessive, sevika might be catching feelings (scary)
men and minors dni!!
no mentions of y/n, reader is called cherry.
word count: 4,5k words
à§à summary: after that one time sevika spent with you, she kept coming back. she cannot get enough of you, and maybe there might be more to it than just sexâŠ
note: so⊠this was meant to be out months ago, but university sucks (and a teacher that kept killing my motivation sucks even more). but hopefully, iâll be more active now and actually come back to writing. sorry for any mistake, this has been mostly written during sleepless nights. there might also be a part 3, but iâm still not decided yet. enjoy!!
just like sevika had said, she truly became your regular. her visits became a regular occurrence. she would visit without any announcement, her never-ending need for you begging to be satisfied. none of the girls at babetteâs had what you have, and sevika found herself fully hooked after her second visit. you were more addicting than shimmer, and she needed you like a dose of it.
it was a routine for her. she would show up in a the club to first watch you dance, get herself riled up just how she needs it, sitting stiffly right in front of the stage to have a better view of you. she was teasing herself (more like torturing,) the delicious sight of you dancing while barely wearing anything filling her mind with the memories of her previous visits.
she can feel your every touch, every stroke of your tongue on her heated skin, every brush of your soft fingers. everything lingers on her skin like burn marks only she can see.
she has to fight back the urge to let out a low groan whenever your eyes met as you swayed around the pole, your intense gaze sending jolts straight into her cunt. you were her sweet treat, one that she craved on a daily basis.
you have ruined her in all the best possible ways.
tonight is not any different. sevika is sitting on the soft plush chair before the stage, nursing a glass of whisky as she waits for you to appear in the bright spotlight. she barely acknowledges the girl thatâs currently running her hands over her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, something that makes all the men around sevika salivate and howl like a pack of hungry wolves.
she isnât here for anyone else but you, and she cannot wait until you show up.
once the music stops and the announcerâs voice echoes through the room, singing his praises to the girl leaving the stage before announcing your stage name. cherry. the fake name rings in her head oh so beautifully, like the soft hum of the music she has heard a thousand times while fucking you.
sevikaâs attention is all on you when you appear from behind the satin curtain, like a puppy called by her owner. it is almost pathetic how easily you have her attention, but fuck⊠she really could not care less. not when she gets to have you after every performance.
you confidently make your way to the center of the stage, your body on perfect display as it is only clad in matching lingerie. it barely covers anything, just how sevika likes it. she knows that while you are showing off for more people than her, she takes great pride knowing that only she can truly enjoy you.
your eyes meet hers, and your face lights up with excitement. her presence gives you an indescribable surge of energy, a new sense of passion for what youâre doing.
you are not sure if it is just the fantastic sex with her that makes you feel so alive, or if it is her that makes life surge through your veins. either way, you know that whenever sevika shows up, you will give her your all, and then some more in the salon just for her.
you dance on the stage in front of all those people, room mostly filled with men who have nothing better to do than wasting their money to watch women they will never touch, but all your attention is on sevika.
your performance is devoted to her, all your playful grins and winks, every single moment. it is all hers. you are all hers.
your and sevikaâs obvious eye-fucking is ignored by all, which is something you are grateful for, because it gives you so much room to tease her without people realizing. they will never know that all those erotic touches are not for them, and you prefer it that way.
in a slow but tantalizing manner, your hands let go of the pole and you quickly drop down to your knees, your chest nearly spilling out of the skimpy lace bra at the impact of your body dropping on the stage floor. you spread your legs, giving sevika the perfect view of your clothed pussy. you can see the way her eyes darken and her hips roll upwards to adjust herself in the seat, the cloth of her cloak falling to the side just a bit to give you a nice sight of her crotch.
a smirk makes its way to your lips when you crawl towards the edge of the stage until you had a perfect view of her up close. you are calling out to her with your body, moving like a siren, ready to trap your prey.
halfway through your routine, your eyes fall down, catching a sight of a bulge in her pants, and it takes everything in you not to let out a gasp, or a curse, or both.
sevika notices your subtle reaction to her not-so-little toy, and she canât help but smirk. she was keeping it hidden to surprise you later, to show you the strap she decided to wear for tonight just to fuck you silly, but now that you have noticed, it will be a missed opportunity not to give you a payback for the way you have been toying with her throughout your performance.
her flesh hand glides from the armrest of the seat, over the muscles of her thick thigh until her hand is right on the clothed bulge of the silicone toy thatâs hiding in her pants. she cups it, giving it a gentle rub up and down as if to tell you that itâs going to be all yours later, and she has oh, so many great ideas on how to use it on you. multiple scenarios flash in her mind as she watches you, and she can tell you arenât any better.
if you werenât before an audience doing your job, youâre more than sure you would be off that stage and perched on sevikaâs lap like a trophy while sheâd help you bounce on her. you canât wait until the song ends and you will be able to leave backstage, knowing full well she has already paid your boss to have you for herself. but until you are able to get away, youâll make sure to please sevikaâs eyes, just like you always do.
all those feral thoughts of what is to come make your moves livelier, wilder even. the cheers coming from the men get louder and their comments get dirtier, yet all you can think about is how sevika looks at you, the way she reacts. itâs subtle, nearly impossible to catch if you donât pay attention, but you know well enough to tell just how much she loves it. she isnât an easy-to-please woman, but there is something on you that makes her go crazy. something she canât quite name, but dear janna if she doesnât love it.
the glass in her hand nearly breaks when you get back up on your heels clad feet, running your hands over the length of the back of your thighs to your ass. you squeeze the flesh tightly until your nails dig into the skin, and that is enough for sevika to let out a low grunt. if the plastic inside of her pants was a real dick, it would be twitching uncontrollably by now.
you have her under her spell, and you take it to your advantage.
the last few moments pass and your performance is finally over. you wave to the audience before quickly disappearing behind the curtain, rushing backstage to make your way to the salon where sevika is surely waiting by now. you feel like a teenage girl with a crush with the way your heart is racing and your knees feel like jelly. you have to take a few deep breaths to steady yourself, because youâre sure you will pass out if you donât calm down.
itâs just sex; the best sex youâve ever had, in all honesty. your excitement should be justified by whoever is going to see you in this state. youâre definitely not the only woman to fall for sevikaâs imposing character, and certainly not the first to yearn for her like a bitch in heat.
finally you stand before the fluffy, heavy curtains, the only thing that separates you and sevika now. you grab the fabric and spread it open, your eyes instantly falling on sevikaâs sitting form.
âhi there,â you purr, shutting the curtains behind you.
sevika smirks as she watches you step closer until you stand between her parted legs, her real hand finding its way on the small of your back.
âlooking good, cherry,â she smirks, her long fingers sneaking under the waistband of your thong.
she pulls you down on her lap, and you smash your lips against hers. youâre eager, hungry to feel every inch of her with your mouth or your hands. with right hand setting on the nape of her neck, your left hand travels down her body until it settles on the buckle of her belt. before you can unfasten it to free the silicone dildo from her pants, the coldness of her metal hand stops you.
âbe patient, pretty,â her teeth pull on your bottom lip, pinching it gently before releasing it. âyouâll get what you want soon.â
you whine and huff, your wrists held tightly in the metal grip of sevikaâs hand. she has used it on you every visit, using it in ways you can still feel. the hand that held you down when you squirmed too much, pinned your wrists down when you tested her patience, held it to your neck like a warning. never pushing down, never choking. just a silent âenough.â
so even if you tried to wriggle out of her grasp, you have no chance. not that you want to escape.
you love to be under her control.
âyou know where i want you,â sevika commands, flesh arm setting on your shoulder to push you to the carpeted floor before you can so much as bend your knees.
only then she lets your wrists go, and she nods to her pants, waiting. she does not need to speak for you to understand, your hands are already on her belt, and a moment later you are tearing the pants off of her. your nails dig into the fabric so hard you can feel the tiniest rips beneath your fingers, but sevika seems unperturbed.
her steely eyes are set on you and nothing else. it would be almost scary if your panties were not soaked through, being the center of her undivided attention.
feeling cocky, you let your teeth sink into the meat of her thigh, hard enough to leave an imprint. sevika hisses above you, but not out of pain. her hips twitch upwards, her muscles tense up. she enjoys it.
only you get to mark her flesh with blooming hickeys and love-bites.
âgood,â was all that has left her mouth, warm fingers wrapping around the back of your neck. she pushes your head up, letting you feel the thickness of the strap she hides beneath her boxers.
you look up at her, unblinking as you bite the waistband of sevikaâs underwear, and you slowly slide them down. the faux cock is soon standing proud, big and intimidating. perfect for a woman like sevika.
âi forgot to bring lube,â sevikaâs lips curl up, clearly lying about forgetting it. âwet it with your mouth, cherry.â
âoh, iâm wet enough for you,â you quip, reciprocating her smile. âbut if thatâs what you want⊠who am i to deny you?â
saliva gathers at your tongue as you hover over the tip of the silicone, the pink muscle poking out of your mouth. the spit dribbles down on the tip, running down the shaft, all the way to the base.
there is no way you can take the whole thing down. itâs too big, too thick. but that is the last thing you are thinking of when you slowly suck at the tip, cheeks hollowing and tongue swirling like itâs a sweet treat.
sevika groans above you, low and raspy. it almost makes you think she can feel it, with how tight she grabs onto your head, her own head falling back against the hot pink couch.
she looks so fucking sexy like this.
the mere sight of her gets you working harder, letting out sounds that would unsettle even the most skilled sex worker. slurping, spitting, gagging. the sounds bounce around the ridiculously thin walls, and anyone who dares to walk by the curtains will surely hear just what is happening here.
but all that you can focus on is sevikaâs cock in your mouth, and by the unholy noises sevika is letting out, she is not any better.
âoh, fuck yeah. look so pretty with your mouth full,â she rasps, breathless and panting, laughing at the sight of you.
she pushes your head further down, sneering down at you with a dangerous furrow in her eyebrows. a chuckle escapes her throat when you sputter and gag around the base, and she holds you there until you tap her thigh.
she lets go and your head springs up, coughing and gasping for air. tears stream down your face, mixing with saliva that runs down your chin. whatever makeup you had for your performance was long gone, leaving you an absolute mess.
if only there was a mirror so you could see yourself in it.
seeing the state you are in, sevika swipes her thumb over your chin, gathering the spit on her finger. âhm, so messy.â
her massive hand lands a smack on your cheek, the sound ringing in your ears. you hardly feel any sting, but the way she pats your cheek really gets you going. itâs light, but mocking. like you are just a little toy for her to play around with.
âcome on, cherry. get up. give me a show,â her forefinger curls under your chin, lifting your head up so you can do nothing but get up.
she pulls you up until you sit on her thigh, your pussy warm and wet against her skin. she groans at the same time you whimper, her metal hand finding its place on the fat of your hip to help you grind against her.
you whine in protest. the friction between your clothed cunt and her thigh is not nearly enough to satisfy you, your mind set only on the thick strap she keeps promising you. but when your mouth opens to protest, she doubles down, pressing you harder against the muscle.
the pressure to your clit has your eyes rolling back, even through the thin fabric of your panties. breathy whimpers fill the salon, and your head drops down to sevikaâs shoulder to muffle the increasing volume of the sounds you are letting out.
âlet me hear you, cherry,â sevikaâs voice caresses your ear, warm against your sensitive skin. âwanna hear how good iâm fucking you.â
her flesh hand slides down to the meat of your ass, squeezing the flesh until it burns, and her fingers leave marks on your skin. she is getting impatient, wanting nothing but to see you take her cock, to watch as the length disappears inside you. but seeing you tremble as your first orgasm is approaching is a feeling like no other to her.
and all because she has you grinding on her thigh like a bitch in heat.
âcome for me,â she whispers into your ear, pulling on your earlobe with her teeth. âmake a mess on my thigh, pretty girl.â
with a strangled noise, your juices gush over sevikaâs thigh through the thin fabric of your panties, orgasm hitting you with full force. your entire body is shaking when you crumble into her arms, your panting muffled into her neck.
her fingers dance along the curves of your body, the contrast between warm flesh and cool metal strangely comforting. she is being gentler than usual, letting you calm down after the intensity of your first orgasm of the night.
you know she wonât let you go that easy. this is the calm before the storm.
but who are you to refuse a tender touch?
you feel sevika trail her warm hand up your body, fingers tracing your spine ever so gently. you can barely believe this is the same woman who had you screaming her name, made sure you were sore whenever she got her hands on you, made you come hard each time she fucked you.
by now, you would have expected to be flipped on your hands and knees, ass in the air with her cock kissing your cervix with each powerful thrust. but no.
she is slow with it today, though whether sheâs doing this to tease you, you cannot tell. no words leave your mouth when sevika carefully sets you down on the couch, hovering above you with an unreadable expression. the furrow between her eyebrows deepens, then loosens just as quickly, as if contemplating something.
it makes you just a little nervous. sevika rarely lets the moment linger, being the no-nonsense woman she is. she prefers what you two have, something that doesnât really have a name, but it isnât a relationship.
your mouth opens when she stays still for too long, but your words are swallowed by her lips against yours. she kisses you like she needs to consume you whole, hungry for the taste of your mouth, all tongue and spit and teeth. itâs messy, downright filthy, but you have never had someone kissing you this way. like youâre the only life source.
sevika nearly tears the lingerie off you with how fast her hands work. your bra goes first, tossing it across the glittery room without a care. then come your ruined panties. the fabric covering your slit is soaked through, sticky as her thumb runs over it. they soon join the bra on the floor, her focus back on you.
she moves her kisses lower, descending to your neck, lingering on your tits. tongue flicking over your pebbled nipple, sevika groans into your skin, sucking the bud into her mouth. you moan at the same time as she groans again, arms wrapping around her head as you practically smother her into your chest.
the noises surrounding you are getting louder, intense and unhinged. thereâs no doubt someone can hear, but they either donât care, or they are just too afraid to try and interrupt the sevika when sheâs busy.
busy fucking you.
your tits are sore by the time sevika is done, tender skin covered in bite marks and not so small hickeys. no makeup will be able hide the evidence of your time with silcoâs second-in-command.
itâs like she has done it on purpose. she is marking you as hers, even if you perform for many others. no one else can have you, only sevika can.
and sheâd be damned if someone touched you like she does.
you wait for her to make a move, her hands running down to grip your plush thighs. she squeezes them, metal and flesh digging into your skin, staking her claim on you. she pushes your legs back until your knees touch your chest, and you quickly understand what she wants from you.
your hands exchange hers, and she pulls away, her hands coming to strip her clothes off herself.
if there is something sevika has never done before, it was getting fully naked during sex. she usually kept her top on, left her pants still hanging on her ankle whenever you were eating her out. she was never truly naked in front of you.
until now. and by the gods, do you love the sight.
her body is exposed all for you, her dark skin shining under the bright light of the salon. she is simply beautiful right now, bare and vulnerable just for you to see.
she settles back on the couch and leans into you, skin rubbing against skin. sevikaâs eyes never stray from yours as her right hand grips the slick silicone, aligning the tip to your entrance. her hips roll back and forth before finally pushing in, knocking a breath out of your lungs when she buried her cock all the way to the base in one go.
the stretch is uncomfortable, and even with how wet you are, it still burns. itâs a mixture of pleasure and pain, and it has you writhing under her large frame.
âlook at that. swallowed my cock whole,â she whispers against your cheek without looking at the mess between your legs, running her lips to your neck.
a minute or two passes, and sevika has not moved yet. your muscles are beginning to loosen, and you are ready to be fucked into next week. you roll your hips up, grinding up against her, and she doesnât wait much after that.
her flesh hand goes up to cradle the back of your head, the metal one grabbing your waist, before finally moving her hips against yours. you moan under her, limbs wrapping tightly around her body as if she will disappear if you let go.
âthatâs it, pretty girl,â sevikaâs voice sends shivers down your spine as it brushes against your ear, marking your skin with light kisses and nibbles.
itâs the gentlest sevika has ever been with you. her pace is slow and measured, her breathing labored against your skin as she gradually takes you to your second orgasm of the day. you cannot see her face, sheâs not letting you, keeping you tightly wrapped in her hold so you can barely move besides your arms and legs.
âfuck, vika!â you let out a yelp when the head of the strap presses against your cervix, tickling it. âso⊠so fucking deep.â
âyeah? you like it, cherry?â
âlove it,â you cry out, and itâs all for sevika to finally get rough with you, going from zero to a hundred without breaking a sweat.
âthen fucking take it.â
you can barely control the noises that escape your mouth, not when sevika is finally fucking you stupid like sheâs used to. your walls flutter around the silicone each time the tip strokes against that sweet spot inside you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin that fill your ears go straight into your sensitive clit.
you barely feel her arms slip away from your body until the warmth of her body leaves you as well, and you whine in protest. you want her close tonight, hell you might even cry for her if she wonât hold you like she did just now.
sevika laughs at you when you shoot your arms up, taking your wrists in her hand and pinning them to your stomach. she stares down at you, drilling into your wet pussy, watching as your body bounces with every thrust of her hips.
your head is thrown back now, eyes rolled back and mouth opened as you whimper and sob in pure pleasure. sevika cannot take her eyes off you looking like a sin, a temptation she cannot fight for too long.
she wants to keep you to yourself, away from others who might want to take you from her, and that scares her shitless.
âgonna⊠gonna come,â you cry out, writhing under her to chase your nearing orgasm.
hearing your words, sevika suddenly pulls out of you, leaving your pussy uncomfortably empty and wet. a sob escapes you when the knot forming in your belly disappears, eyes glassy and lips quivering.
âwhyâd you stop?â you mutter, legs wrapping around her hips to pull her back.
of course she doesnât let you do that. she pins your legs up to your chest, smirking down at your broken expression. she loves when youâre a mess just for her.
sevika doesnât answer, and she doesnât need to. with one hand, she nearly rips the harness off her hips before flipping you two over so she has you on top of her. she handles you like a rag doll, flipping you and moving you as she wishes. each time, she thinks you might start complaining about her brutish strength as she throws you around, but it makes you giggle every time she does it.
her hands spin you around, pulling on your hips to bring you up on her face.
sevika loves whenever she can have you perched up on her face, letting her tongue explore your sweet cunt. her neck always hurts afterwards, and she wouldnât be surprised if one day sheâll pull a muscle, but she will do anything to have you moan for her.
and thatâs exactly what sevika wants now.
when her mouth finally connects to your clit, she lets out a deep moan against your folds. she eats you like sheâs starved of you, groaning and growling into your pussy like a madwoman. like she will die without the taste of your juices on her tongue.
she feels your nails digging into her thighs, surely leaving marks over the skin. her muscles twitch at the pain, but it only makes her wetter, her neglected clit swollen and throbbing.
as if you could sense her own need, sevika can feel your lips wrapping around her sensitive bud, sucking it into your mouth.
âoh, fuckâŠâ she moans against you, her thick thighs trapping your head in place.
the noises coming out of you both are loud and filthy, her groans mixing with your cries creating a sinful symphony that nearly shake the room. neither of you care who hears anymore, because all you need is each otherâs pleasure.
âoh, please! donât stop, sevika,â you whimper into her clit, sneaking one hand between her legs to push two fingers inside her cunt.
âfuck, cherry. gonna make me come,â sevika mumbles against you, landing a smack to your ass.
both your tongue and fingers work her pussy until she finally comes, and the noise that escapes her lips is nothing sheâs heard herself let out before. but her own mouth does not stop the assault on your wet heat, even as her body trembles from the intensity of her orgasm.
your own orgasm hits you only a minute after, your juices gushing over sevikaâs face. the room is silent, except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.
her grip on your hips loosens, letting you slip away. she watches as you turn around on your shaky limbs, collapsing right on top of her. you bury your face into her chest, listening to her steadying heartbeat.
you mutter something into her breast, but it comes out muffled.
âwhat?â sevika looks down at you, watching the sweat beading on your temple with amusement. not that sheâs any better.
you repeat what you say, and sevikaâs eyes widen. your name. you just told her your name. not cherry, a silly nickname she has grown rather fond of.
âthatâs my real name,â you whisper, voice raspy from all the moaning.
you look at her with expression so vulnerable it makes sevikaâs heart clench painfully. she cannot give a word to the feeling, but she knows one thing.
warnings! pole dancing (if that can be taken as a warning), public sex(??), fingering, orgasm denial, pussy slapping, slight choking, cunnilingus, masturbating, hair pulling, dom!sevika, sub!reader, sevika is a bit mean but we love it, she gets called maâam once
men and minors dni!!
no mentions of y/n, but reader is called by her stage name cherry
word count: 3.4k words (i got a little too passionateâŠ)
à§à summary: sevika found herself in a strip club, only to end up getting a lot more than a simple lap dance.
note: wrote smut for the first time in years, and idk how to feel. excuse me if this is absolutely shit, i was sleep deprived every time i was writing this. sorry for any errors, english isnât my first language. not proofread!!
it isnât exactly the place sevika usually finds herself in. strip clubs are not her thing. she prefers action over mere watching, but today just wasnât it. not even a good lay in babetteâs brothel can save her sour mood, which is more than surprising even for her. she doesnât even know why sheâs here. she just needs a distraction, and she knows the quietness of her place would only deepen her stress, which is something she really does not want right now, no matter how well she can handle it.
so here she is, in a strip club, surrounded by cheap smelling perfume, neon signs casting some light around the dimly lit place. boasting laughter, cheers and all sorts of other noises sheâd rather block out from men around her fill her ears as they watch women dancing on the stage and sway around the pole. sevika, however, is completely silent. almost eerily so.
she just watches. glares, more like as she sits in the booth, awaiting another stripper nicknamed cherry, as the announcer says. âsilly choice of a name,â she thinks. her leg bounces under the table, swirling the whisky she just took a sip of on her tongue as the curtain spreads open, revealing you, and her body goes still. itâs like a spell, and sevika isnât quite sure what has her so mesmerized the second you appear on that long, runway-like stage, neon lights shining on your almost naked body, the way they enhance the confident aura you give out. her grey eyes are focused solely on you, almost as if sheâs judging your every movement. from the sway of your hips, to the subtle bounce of your breasts in that skimpy red bra as you stride toward the pole and your fingers wrap around the metal one by one.
a low hum rumbles in the back of her throat, a mixture of curiosity and appreciation while watching you perform. you clearly know what youâre doing, that sevika can see, and it works. even on her. sheâd rather die than admit it out loud to anyone, but you have your charm to you and she likes it.
itâs like sheâs not even blinking, at least thatâs how it feels to you. you notice the womanâs gaze the second you approach the pole, and how it never moves away, not even when she takes a sip of her whisky. your coworkers shared their experience whenever they left the stage, saying how sevikaâs glare caused them to nearly mess up their performance. in all honesty, it had made you nervous yourself while you waited for your own turn. dancing before a woman of such power, itâs nothing like dancing for all those nobodies who salivate over a sliver of skin shown. but as you had taken a first step on that stage, with your gaze immediately falling on her, all of that vanishes into something else, something you just canât explain with words.
you give it your all, making sure to give her the show she never forgets and possibly needs, based on the worn out look she wears on her face. your body moves to the rhythm of the same song you always have to dance to. the song youâre normally so sick of, now gives you a rush. you dance with newfound passion, happy to show off your skills and body to silcoâs number two. you play with her, yet you give her the most of you. fingertips lingering on your skin a second longer as you caress your body, from your hips to your breasts. looking over your shoulder when youâre turned towards the pole, the corners of your lips twitching up when you bend forward, showing off your thong-clad rear. itâs all for her, and you are absolutely enjoying the attention.
the endless cheering and lewd comments from men are fully blocked in your mind, your goal as clear as piltoverâs sky. you want to make this woman watch you until the very end, to have her gaze on you and you only.
and oh, does it work. sevikaâs gaze does not move away from you even when your performance ends and you go back backstage, and youâre certain her eyes are focused on your thighs as you walk. the euphoria you feel after this dance was nothing youâve ever experienced. for the first time since working here, youâre almost disappointed that you had to leave the stage. your theme song that usually drags on suddenly felt short. you want to give her more of you, all of you.
you sulk in your seat, fixing up your neatly done makeup. there isnât any need to fix it, you just want to get your mind off of the woman, but itâs completely useless. her grey eyes pollute your brain, and you can still see them when you close your eyes. never in your life were you this desperate for someone, itâs almost embarrassing. you sigh and put the makeup brush done, pursing your lips together. you wonder if youâll see her again, if youâll get to dance for her just like you had just a moment ago. you would give her more than just a plain dance show, so much more.
your thoughts get abruptly interrupted by your boss, her voice loud and demanding as she calls out to you. all you can do is hold back an eye roll and get up from the chair, making her way over to her with a look that can only be described as âi donât get paid enough for this.â
âyouâre expected in the vip salon,â she bites, her wrinkles crinkling under that heavy layer of makeup. âitâs a very important guest. donât fuck it up.â
she taps your chest with her point finger, long nail stabbing your skin, and leaves the backstage. you watch her arrogant stomp, scoffing under your breath as soon as sheâs far enough from you to not hear it. she calls every guest important, even the scummiest man in zaun is a âspecial guest.â you know why she says it, she wants you to do your best, to not embarrass her brand, but it quickly gets annoying than encouraging.
your heels thump against the floor as you walk slowly to the salon, your mind running at full speed. you can only hope itâs sevika, but a part of you doubts it. there is no way she liked your performance so much sheâd pay for private dance, right?
oh, how wrong you were.
the second you open the fluffy curtain, youâre met with those same steel eyes, belonging to none other than sevika. you eye her up and down, taking in the way she sits on the couch, her muscular thighs spread open and her exposed arm thrown over the backrest. you linger on the bare part of her lower stomach, abs peeking out of the crop top and v-line disappearing under the waistband of her pants. itâs a downright sinful sight, almost picture worthy.
âi didnât pay for you to just stand there, did i?â her deep voice catches you off guard, and your eyes travel back up to her face. sheâs smirking at you, fully aware of your gawking.
you can only pray to janna to survive this dance, secluded in a small room with this dangerously sexy woman.
âright. sorry,â you give her a small apologetic grin while walking to the small music box in the corner to tune in a song.
your hands are shaking a little, but itâs hardly nervousness. itâs excitement, anticipation, maybe even a hint of arousal. your blood is running hot, and you can feel a kick of energy, as if dosed on shimmer. none of your customers made you feel this way, but her.
your hands are already wrapped around the silver pole with your back facing her, ready to move to the music until her voice echoed in your ears.
âcome here.â
your whole body stiffens, the music blocked out in your mind. being a stripper for years, never had you actually danced in front of a client. itâs sort of a rule for you; just watch but no touch, but when it comes to sevika, you are more than ready to forget it all just to please her. you pull yourself away from the pole and walk up to her, hands running over your sides. her eyes never leave your face and, by the gods, shivers run down your spine in waves, running all the way between your legs.
three more steps, and you finally stand between her spread thighs, and only now that you stand so close you notice just how damn thick they are. she looked better up close, no art or photo of her could do her justice, that you are sure of. a smirk makes its way on sevikaâs lips as she watches your hips sway, your fingertips tap and stroke your skin. she is so into it, her hand is practically itching to just grab you by the waist and drag you down on her thigh.
itâs as if your minds link for a moment, because your smaller hand finds hers, guiding it to your stomach. sevika doesnât react, at least not visibly, though you canât say that about yourself. the second her rough, calloused palm runs over your abdomen to your hip, your body reacts on its own, almost like it isnât even connected to your brain. she pulls you down on her leg, chuckling under her breath as your breath hitches. she has you where she wants you, and you can only comply to her every wish.
âbabetteâs is a few blocks away, yâknow?â you mutter breathlessly, and you can only curse yourself out for how affected you are by her mere presence. itâs embarrassing, humiliating even, but you are oh so close to not give a single fuck. âsomeone can catch us here.â
sevika chuckles once more, liking your slightly mouthy attitude. it makes her want to put you in your place, take out her bad mood on you in all the ways she can. âby the way youâre reacting, i doubt you even give a damn,â her voice fills your ears, laced with a playful biting tone. âcherry.â
you suddenly feel coldness of a metal on your arm, pointy ridges of metal fingers digging into the flesh. she moves you around like a rag doll, like you weight nothing to her, until you straddle both of her legs and your thighs are spread apart. âtell me, what kind of services can you offer for extra coin?â she teases you, her thick fingers toying and pulling on the string of your thongs, making it snap back to your skin. âbesides a little lap dance.â
the air is thick with tension, pushing down on your shoulders. itâs an intense, sexual sensation, one you can barely get enough of. you feel as if you are getting dragged by the ankle into the deep pit of unbridled lust, and it bubbles deep in your belly. you crave her.
you yearn for her.
âfor you? anything,â you muster up the last bits of your attitude and smirk at her, your hand coming up to her right shoulder to steady yourself. âfree of charge.â
itâs all sevika needs, and in a matter of seconds, she pounces on you, her lips running along your pulse. she doesnât kiss, not yet. she merely toys with you, shapes you to her liking until you are but a mess. every touch of hers has a purpose, and unlike in a brothel, she is taking her sweet damn time. sheâs frustrating herself by this point, all of the shit she had to deal with were simmering under the lid and ready to leak out, but something in her told her to utterly wreck you.
the music continues to play, silencing every small noise that escapes from your mouth. her fingers start to travel lower, following the fabric of the lace until the fingertips hover just above your clothed clit. she doesnât even brush over it, yet you can feel your cunt clench around nothing. you bit on your bottom lip as sevikaâs fingers linger on your thong, cheap cherry taste of your lipstick hitting your tongue.
âmeans that i can do this, right?â she asks into your skin, finally putting pressure on your clit. you jump in her lap, the sudden touch making you flinch away.
sevika doesnât let you move away. she only chuckles when her mechanical arm goes down to your hip, pinning you to her lap like you are her trophy. there is no way sheâs letting you go now, she wants to see you tremble.
your mind is hazy, and so foggy you can barely think of anything other than her, and the feeling of her fingers circling over your sensitive clit.
âdo anything you want. iâm here to give you a show, arenât i?â you try to keep your bravado, but it collapses like a house of cards the second her hand slips under the fabric, touching your cunt.
âfuck, youâre wet,â she laughs at you, pulling away from the crook of your neck to look into your eyes. âare you that desperate, or what?â
you cry out in pleasure as an answer, which is all she needs. her fingers tease your clit, circling it, pinching it between her thumb and point finger, which only makes you wetter for her. itâs as if youâve never had a good fuck in your life, and she is there to fix that.
sevika continues to tease you for a few lingering seconds, simply enjoying the sight of you crumbling beneath her touch, until she moves lower and leaves your swollen bundle of nerves twitching, yearning for contact. she doesnât waste time to slip not one, but two of her fingers into your drenched hole, stretching it out.
âoh fuck,â you groan out once you feel her fingers move, pumping into you in a rough, but slow pace.
she keeps them curled just right, brushing over that sweet spot that makes your back arch and your eyes roll back. itâs clear that she is experienced, because she knows just how to touch you to keep you shivering in her lap. you drop your head to look at her hand moving between your legs, but sevika doesnât allow you that for long.
her prosthetic hand shoots up to your neck, cocking your head upwards to keep you from looking away. she only applies little pressure to your throat, not hard enough to choke you out, but rather a little warning.
âeyes on me, cherry,â she rasps out, her eyes so intense it sends shivers down your spine. âbe a good girl.â
her voice has you clenching around her fingers, pathetic mewls of pleasure rolling out of your mouth. you have no choice but to keep your gaze on her, your sight blurry and slightly unfocused as sevikaâs fingers continue to fuck your cunt. as much as she enjoys the sounds youâre making, your voice is slowly starting to get louder than the music that still plays in the background.
with the metal hand on your throat, she tugs you forward, crashing her lips on your in a bruising kiss to swallow the moans youâre letting out. she doesnât give you a chance to let you dominate the kiss as her tongue slides into your mouth. she is in charge, and sheâs letting you know it.
the taste of hard liquor and smoke hits your tongue, but youâre too deep in pleasure to cringe at the taste. in all honesty it turns you on even more. the sensation of her thick fingers, pumping in and out of your drenched pussy combined with her mouth on yours make you go crazy. you are so close, your orgasm just a few thrusts away.
the way your walls clench and unclench tells sevika that youâre about to cum, but where is the fun in giving you what you want so early. she pulls her fingers out, and when you try to whine in protest, she lands a few hard smacks on your cunt. you can feel the slaps even through the fabric of your lingerie, thatâs how rough she is.
ânot yet, cherry. iâm far from done with you,â she mumbles when she pulls away from the kiss, her lips glistening with the mixture of your and her saliva. she grins, reaching for one of many fluffy cushions and throwing it on the floor underneath you. âon your knees.â
she lets go of your throat, letting you sink down on the floor. your knees nuzzle into the softness of the pillow, hands falling on the buckle of her belt to undo it. sevika lifts her hips when you unbutton her pants, letting you pull them down along with her underwear. she pulls one leg out to spread her legs more, giving you space to get closer.
you donât dive in right away. instead, you run your tongue over her thighs, all while looking up at her. itâs like your little revenge on her for teasing you before, and for not letting you cum. sevika grits her teeth, her nostrils flaring a little. a woman normally with patience of steel is suddenly a ticking bomb, ready to explode.
her real hand moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful of the strands. she doesnât pull at it, but her grip is tight. âdonât test my patience. not today.â
the tone of her voice, authoritative and commanding gives you chills, your cunt once again clenching around nothing. your eyes wander over her body until it stops on the wet mess between her muscular legs, and thatâs all it takes to convince you to give her what she wants.
âyes, maâam,â you whisper, and sevikaâs grip on your hair loosens just enough for you to move.
with one final glance at her face, you delve your tongue into her cunt, moaning at the taste of her. your nose nudges against her swollen clit, which makes her let out a deep moan. her whole expression falters as you eat her out, curses and noises escaping her mouth like a mantra, a sinful prayer.
âyouâre good, cherry,â she praises you breathlessly, fingers combing through your hair. âyou sure you â oh, fuck â didnât choose a wrong profession?â
you donât give her an answer, your mouth being too busy with her pussy to talk. you eat her like a woman starved, like she is your last meal. you can feel her slick staining your chin, but you can hardly care. you only have one goal in mind, and thatâs to take her over the edge.
your own cunt throbs whenever she moans, or accidentally tugs at your hair when your tongue laps at her clit. youâre desperate for release, just as you are desperate for her. your hand slowly slides into your panties, chasing your orgasm as your fingers rub your clit.
sevika can see what youâre doing, but all she can think about is how well your mouth pleases her. she tries to compose herself, to last longer, but the burning sensation in the pit of her stomach is getting unbearable, the coil ready to snap at any moment. all she needs is one final push.
and you give it to her. your lips wrap around her clit, sucking on it, which is what sends sevika over the edge. she throws her head back and moans out loud, not even caring who might hear outside of the salon. she cums into your mouth, her thighs squeezing your head. your own orgasm follows right after, and you whimper into her cunt. your back arches, you canât pull away nor can you catch a breath, not when her muscular thighs keep you in a lock. your whole lower face is buried in her cunt for a few seconds, and you have to tap on her thigh to let you go, your lungs begging for air.
she looks down at you and realization hits her, her legs spreading apart again to let you move. you both gasp for air when you pull away, pants filling the room. the music stopped playing a while ago, and it dawns on you that your time with her shouldâve ended minutes ago. yet you find yourself unable to actually leave the salon, not when you have just silcoâs second-in-command cum like that.
sevika, who is not in a better state than you, feels the same. she grins down at you, her hand caressing your hair with gentleness thatâs almost uncharacteristic to her.
âyou may be a stripper, cherry, but i think you just found yourself a regular.â