Hear me out!!! Sevika firefighter falls for the new girl in town reader, who also happens to move in just across from sevika.
Sevika feels nice enough to help her move in and settle into her new home, she even checks for fire hazzards in readers new home and one of the days Sevika is helping reader she stays a little too late and some pretty smutty things end up happening 🫣🫣🫣
I hope this interests u, if it doesn’t that’s totally ok too! Thnkuuuu🤍
You were awakened on your only off day to rough pounding on your front door. It was loud and hard and almost enough to shake your little house. You tried to ignore it, throwing your blanket over your head and closing your eyes tight. Just when you thought it worked, the knocking started up again. Grumbling, you threw your robe over your body and walked down to the front door. You muttered complaints and insults at whoever was at the door before looking through the peephole.
Through the peephole, you saw a tall, brown skinned woman with short black hair and carrying a clipboard in one extremely muscular arm. She stood on your porch, looking around and scratching the top of her head. You watched as the fabric of her polo shirt pulled against her chest. Suddenly being woken up wasn’t that bad.
You opened the door and looked up at the woman, wiping the tiredness from your eyes. “Yes?”
She looked down at you, her face all serious and demanding business. “Good morning, ma’am, sorry to have woken you.”
“No, I’ve been awake for hours,” You lied with a yawn. “May I help you?”
“Last week, our department sent you a letter. It was bright pink, did you open it?”
You pressed your lips together and nodded, knowing the pink envelope sat on your kitchen island, untouched and thrown into the junk mail pile. “Of course.”
“Well, to summarize, inside the letter was a notice that our department will be sending someone in a week to welcome you to the neighborhood with a home safety inspection and will make any changes as necessary.”
You nodded again, lost in the smooth, velvetness of her deep voice, now leaning against the door frame.
“May I come in?” She asked.
“Hmm?” You mumbled, your eyes shamelessly checking her out. Then you met her expectant gaze and your cheeks heated up in shame. “Oh, I’m sorry, yes, please come in!”
You moved to the side, letting her inside and wiping your face of any dried crust that could have occurred during your sleep. “Sorry about the mess; I work the night shift at the hospital,” You explained, following her to the living room to pick up trash left behind. “I was just beginning to clean up when you arrived,”
She averted her gaze from the smoke detector and back towards you. “It’s okay, ma’am, I’ve been in houses in any and every state. You can relax while I finish.”
The way she called you ma’am made your heart flutter, and you nodded, leaning against the wall. “Can I at least get you something to drink? Ice tea, lemonade, water?”
“Some lemonade might be nice,” She agreed. “Is it just you here, miss?”
“Alright,” She responded, walking away.
You stood and made a fresh glass of lemonade in your kitchen. You took a while, trying to calm yourself down about the fact such a gorgeous woman was casually in your house. Ten minute walked upstairs to find her inspecting the bathroom to hand it towards her. “Let me know if you need anything?” You asked.
“Of course, ma’am,” She said, tipping and pressing the cup to her lips. You tried not to focus on the way her shirt hugs her chest and torso when she lifts her arms and the way some lemonade dribbled down her chin.
You blinked the thoughts away. “So, is everything alright so far?”
Sevika lowered the cup from her lips and gave the bathroom a final once-over before answering.
“Structurally, you’re fine. Nothing serious.” Her voice stayed even, professional. But there was a slight shift in her tone when her eyes landed on you again. “Just a few small inaccuracies.”
You tilted your head. “Inaccuracies?”
She stepped past you into the hallway, gesturing for you to follow. “Come here for a second.”
You trailed after her, trying not to notice how easily she moved through your home like she already knew it. She stopped beneath the smoke detector you’d completely forgotten about, the one in the hall.
“This,” she said, tapping the plastic casing lightly with her pen, “is installed a little too close to the wall corner. It can delay proper detection.” She glanced down at you, one brow slightly raised. “Not ideal.”
“Oh.” You crossed your arms, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. “I didn’t put that in. It was like that when I moved in.”
“I figured.” Her lips twitched—almost a smile. “Easy fix, though. You’ll want it at least a few inches farther out.” She paused, then added, a bit softer, “I can show you how, if you’d rather not deal with it alone.”
You looked up at her. “You’d do that?”
Sevika shrugged, but her gaze lingered. “It’s part of the job to make sure it’s done right.” A beat. “And I don’t like leaving things half-finished.”
There was something in the way she said it that made your stomach flip.
You hummed in response, your eyes narrowing as you tried to understand the meaning underneath.
She moved on before you could respond, stepping into your kitchen and pointing toward the outlet near the sink. “And that extension cord shouldn’t be running this close to water. It’s not immediately dangerous, but it’s… careless.”
You winced. “Okay, yeah, that one’s on me.”
“I assumed.” This time, she did smile—brief, but unmistakably amused. “You work nights, you said? Hospital?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Things get… chaotic. There’s not enough hours in the day to care or even notice all of this.”
“No worries.” She leaned one hand against the counter, looking at you with a softer expression now. “Still, small fixes like these go a long way. Keeps things safe.”
You cleared your throat. “So… move the detector, fix the cord. Anything else?”
Sevika straightened, glancing around one last time before shaking her head. “That’s it. Like I said, nothing major. You’ve got a good place here. Just needs a bit of attention.”
You nodded, looking up at her, almost unable to hide the embarrassment in your face as you were almost convinced she was flirting with you.
She tapped her clipboard once, then looked at you directly. “If you have questions—or if you want help fixing anything properly…” A small pause. “I live down the street. The dark blue house. You can stop by if you see my car in the driveway.”
You blinked. “That’s very… convenient.”
“Mm.” Her eyes held yours, calm but unmistakably warm. “I try to be helpful.”
There was a quiet beat between you.
Then she stepped back, professionalism snapping neatly back into place. “I’ll file this as a pass with minor recommendations.” She headed toward the door, then paused with her hand on the frame, glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t ignore them, though.”
“I won’t,” you said quickly.
“I know.” That faint smile returned. “You don’t seem like the type.”
And with that, she stepped out onto your porch—leaving behind a perfectly normal inspection report… and a very not-normal reason to consider knocking on a stranger’s door down the street.
And you’d be stupid as fuck to not use that reason to see her. You knocked on her door, a week later with a tray full of cookies with plastic wrap on top. Whether they were homemade is your little secret. After a few moments of waiting, she opened the door and her glare switched into more of a softer expression.
“Evening, ma’am,” She said, leaning against the door frame.
“Evening,” You said breathlessly. “I brought cookies.”
“So I see,” She smirked, reaching for the plate. “May I?”
She took the plate from you and went into the house. You trailed behind, your eyes wandering the inside of her home. It was minimally decorated but the many windows made it full of life. Sevika placed the plate on the counter, peeled back the plastic wrap and took a bite of one. You watched as she did, chewing them softly.
“So?” You asked, a grin on your face.
“Really good,” She mumbled, mouth full. You watched as she finished chewing. “So did you come over here just to thank me for doing my job?”
You bit your lip as you smiled. “I fixed it up, like you said. I don’t have a boyfriend or anything, boys aren’t my thing, so I had my friend, who’s a boy, come to fix it.
“Good to know,” She said dryly, nodding her head.
“Do you want to come over and give it a final inspection?” You asked timidly. “Or am I intruding?”
“I don’t have any plans right now,” She said slowly as if she was thinking. “Sure. I’ll walk over in a minute, ma’am.”
“Okay,” You said, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. You looked back at her, giving her a final wave as you saw yourself out, walking back down the street to your own house. Since you made up that lie on the spot about her coming to give a “final inspection”, you had her measurement of a minute left to fix up your house. One of the perks about living alone and barely being home, cleaning up didn’t take long or really much effort.
Fifteen minutes later, your doorbell rang, you let her in, and she returned your plate. “They were good,” she said simply, already walking to where the smoke alarm was. Your heart slightly swooned at the way she walked around your house with confidence even though she had only been there once before. She glanced up at it and nodded. “Look good, ma’am.”
“Good as well; I checked it when I came in.”
An awkward silence filled the air. “So I guess we’re done here ma’am,” Sevika said, clearing her throat. “You’re home’s safer now so you and I can rest assured.”
You laughed softly. “Yeah, that’s pretty nice. I would hate for something to happen to my new home a few weeks after moving.”
“That’s why I do what I do,” She said, leaning against the wall.
“Why do you do what you do?” You asked, a shine in your eyes as you took the opportunity. “I’ve always wondered about first-responder jobs. Do you like wine?”
She let out a breathy chuckle as she lifted off the wall to follow you into the kitchen. “Careful, ma’am,” She said, her voice low. “I might start to think you’re flirting with me.”
“You wouldn’t be that far off,” You muttered, preparing the glasses on the kitchen island.
“Nothing!” You exclaimed, handing her a glass and taking a seat. “So answer my question, why did you become a firefighter?”
She took a big sip out of the glass and looked you up and down with those gorgeous gray eyes, her elbow resting on the counter and her head resting on her hand.
“I got into the field, so I could help people,” She explained. “Cops are too morally corrupt, being in the medic field is hard because there're situations where you just have to sit by and watch. At least when you’re a firefighter, the rule is die trying. If a building's on fire, I don’t have to ask a bunch of questions beforehand before deciding it’s not my problem. I see it and I go save the people inside and try to put it out. It’s simple.”
You nodded slowly, listening to her reasoning and taking careful sips of your own glasses.
“Being in a pretty girl’s house is just one of the perks.”
You choked slightly on how she was so obviously flirting with you and your cheeks flushed. “Shut up.”
She smirked. “You turn, why’d you become a nurse.”
You shrugged. “Because it doesn’t have the rigorous training like being a firefighter or a police officer. Or any other job. I wanted to help people, but I’m not that strong or dedicated to exercising, as much as I tell my patients. Not everyone can have muscles like that.”
“Oh, like this, ma’am?” She asked innocently, raising her arm and flexing it. Your mouth became dry as you watched her muscles bulge against the t-shirt she wore. Her toned skin was smooth and dark and because of her height, her arms and hands were wildly huge. The muscles only made her look more attractive.
“Yeah, exactly like that.”
She raised an eyebrow to your lack of reaction and lowered her arm. Sevika chuckled, “You’re hard to impress.”
“Am I?” You asked, tilting your head. “Your muscles are all I’ve been looking at, so I don’t have much to say about them anymore.”
She hummed. “So you’ve just been checking me out the whole time?”
You bit your lip as you flushed. “Can you blame me?”
“No, I can’t,” She said with a sly smile on her face. “What are you going to do about it?”
Your throat went dry as you swallowed, biting your lip softly. “I, uh,”
“Come on, doll,” She said, standing up and her voice lowered. “Do you belong to anybody?”
“So you gotta make the first move, baby.” Her hands hovered over your waist as she forced you to look up at her. Your chest was basically pressed against her body. “I’m making it easy for you,” She whispered into your ear, her hands slightly squeezing your waist. “I’m here, in your house, giving myself to you. Show me what you want.”
Despite her obvious interest, you couldn’t find yourself to say or do anything. Your head dropped and once it did, her grip on you loosened as she stepped back.
“Maybe I was too forward,” She said, grabbing her jacket. “I’m sorry if I offended you, ma’am.”
You were in a trance as you processed what just happened. Her hands on your waist, her voice close into your ear. It was enough to steal your breath away. Only when the door had opened did you walk out the kitchen and to the front door where she was leaving.
“Sevika!” You called out. As soon as she turned around, you reached up and crashed your lips against hers. It only took a second for her to kick the door closed with her foot, drop her jacket and then kiss you back, her hands on your waist and pulling you away from the door and onto the wall.
The kiss was messy yet calculated as she let you take the lead. The sounds your lips made were suffocating and once you slipped your tongue into her mouth, she let out a low groan that shook your core. Sevika's hands moved from the small of your back, to your ass, to the back of your thighs to pull them apart and lift you up against the wall. You wrapped your legs around her waist as she supported you, licking the roof of her mouth.
Your hips grinded against each other, the two of you groaning slightly at the dry humping while your lips never left each other.
She trailed her mouth down your neck, one hand holding your ass and the other creeping up your shirt. “You taste so good, baby.”
“Ma’am,” You corrected, your voice soft and whiny. “Call me ma’am.”
“Yeah, you like that?” She smirked, licking your jaw. “You like when I call you ‘ma’am’?”
You nodded pathetically. “Yes.”
“Fuck,” She groaned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Bedroom, ma’am?”
“No,” You said. “Here, please.”
“Yeah?” She asked in between kisses. “Are you that needy?”
“Please?” You simply repeated.
She deepened the kisses, distracting you while her hands worked. After setting you down and pressing you back against the wall, she carefully began to undress you, peeling your pants and your underwear off one go. You pulled away from her, looking down at your half-naked figure.
“This is so embarrassing,” You muttered, and she chuckled.
“Maybe for you,” She shrugged, lowering down until she was in between your legs.
You licked your lips as you saw her on her knees for you, your legs already glued together with slick coating your thighs.
“You gotta open up for me, ma’am,” She said as her hands rested on your thighs. “Are you going to be good?”
And as soon as you said that, as if your thighs opened on their own, your legs were now spread for her. She hummed pleasantly before diving her face into your cunt. You let out a shaky gasp at the first lick, your hand finding her hair and she pressed a kiss to your clit.
“You taste good, ma’am,” She said, her eyes closed as she licked again.
“Thank you,” You mumbled.
She placed the back of your knees on her shoulders, giving them a pat to command you to stay and then gripped your hips to go to town eating you out.
The room was filled with your gasps and moans as you locked your ankles behind her head, arching off the wall into her mouth. Her hands wandered all over your body. She squeezed your hips, your covered tits, even delivered a few slaps to your thighs all while her mouth was latched onto your clit. It was all so overwhelming.
You petted her head, your hand combing through her hair. Sometimes she removed herself from you, muttered a compliment and gave your thigh a sloppy kiss before going back to giving you that sweet pleasure. Your moans became higher and shorter as you approached your orgasm.
“There you go, ma’am,” Sevika said, her voice muffled between your legs.
It didn’t take long for you to come. Especially with her. She carefully removed you from on top of her, allowing you to settle down into her lap.
“You good?” She chuckled when you placed your head against her shoulder, her hands on your lower back.
You hummed lazily in response. “You should do that again.”
“Yeah. But later.” You lifted your head and kissed her neck. “Stay the night? We’ll get dinner?”
She laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”
