yeah it’s foolish that you have developed intense feelings for your bestfriend, not knowing if she’ll ever love you back.
cw: bestfriend!sevika . g!p sevika . kind n sweet sev cause we deserve that . suggestive . bstfriends to lovers . kissing!! . lap sitting . hard on .
you’re on her lap again. it’s innocent, it always is — because you always end up here. movie nights, late night talks, the two of you hanging out in her room like you’ve done since high school. sevika’s huge hand always ends up on your hip, her body always warm and solid beneath you, and you never question it because she never makes it weird.
except tonight…something feels different.
something hard keeps nudging up against you whenever you shift.
you freeze for a second, confused, because what the hell does she keep in her jeans that’s that…firm?? but you’re too shy to ask, so you just pretend you don’t feel it — even though your cheeks are burning and your heart is slamming behind your ribs.
sevika notices. of course she does. she notices everything when it comes to you.
“you’re awfully fidgety today,” she murmurs against your hair, voice low, gentle, fond. one of her fingers grazes your waist, making you shiver. “something wrong, sweetheart?”
sweetheart. she always says shit like that and acts like it’s nothing.
you shake your head quickly. “n-no um, i’m fine.” you are not fine. you are having a crisis on her lap.
and sevika smiles, that soft one she only gives you, and tilts your chin up so you’re looking at her. you swear the world stops for a second. her eyes are warm, focused only on you, the way you’ve dreamed about since you were like…16.
“you sure?” she asks, thumb brushing your cheek. “you’re red.”
“i’m just warm!” total lie, you’re melting.
her hand cups your cheeks, “you’re cute when you lie.”
then she leans in slowly, giving you time to pull back. you don’t. you lean right back into her like you’ve wanted to for years. her lips meet yours — soft at first, testing and questioning.
you whimper the tiniest bit and that’s all it takes. her other arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you in so your chest presses against hers. the kiss deepens instantly but still gentle, still careful, but hungry in a way that shakes through you. sevika kisses like she’s been waiting for this.
you cling to her shirt, kissing her back, dizzy with how right it feels.
when she finally pulls away, she kisses your forehead, your cheek, the corner of your mouth — slow, affectionately and tender. “i’ve wanted that for a long time.”
your eyes widen. “…you did?”
she huffs a soft laugh. “sweetheart, you really didn’t know?” she brushes her thumb over your lip. “you sitting on my lap every damn day almost killed me.”
your face goes scarlet. “w-wait, then that hard thing—”
she stiffens just a bit then she groans quietly and hides her face in your neck. “please don’t make me say it out loud.”
you blink.. pause to think and then gasp. “OH.”
her grip tightens. “yeah. ‘oh.’”
you can feel her embarrassed smile against your skin. and somehow, that makes you braver. so you cup her cheeks and guide her face back up to yours. “so…can i kiss you again?”
her pupils blow wide,“you never have to ask.”
she kisses you like she means it this time — deep, slow, messy, her hand sliding up your spine, her other gripping your thigh. your fingers tangle in her hair. your lips part for her without even thinking. she kisses you until you’re breathless, warm all over, practically melting into her.
when you finally pull apart again, panting, sevika presses her forehead to yours.
“be my girl,” she whispers, voice rough in that way that makes your stomach twist tight. “i’ll take care of you. i promise.”
and you can never say no to that :)
