How do you think Sevika would react if reader got too overwhelmed from a mind blowing orgasm and started sobbing? 🤔
𑣲men and minors dni !!
aftercare, super fluffy, only mentions of sex
a/n: first post-nut scene kind of nervous 😬. also this is half worded like a headcanon & half like a drabble.
at first sevika would be so proud pulling all those slutty sounds out of you, saving them to her mental rolodex to masturbate to later. but as soon as she feels you trembling from crying she would soften immediately!
she would look up from having her face nestled in the crook of your neck. her eyes wide, once she saw that you were crying she’d stop. rubbing your face, softly asking “did i hurt you? are you okay sweet girl?”
at first you wouldn’t be able to respond verbally but you would weakly nod and whimper, all while sevika is scooping you up and holding you in her chest. kissing your forehead and asking a variation of “are you okay/did i do something?”
sevika is a big woman and she easily could’ve went too far; the thought of going too far with you though, too much for her big heart to bare 😣.
once you’ve come down enough to verbally affirm that you’re okay, her face would contort in slight confusion. if you’re okay then why are you crying?
“it was just…really good baby… made me cum so hard!” breathless, you nuzzle into her, huffing her scent to ground you. sevika’s heart flutters, she loves making you feel good. she chuckles, holding you tighter. she doesn’t speak until your sobs null and once they do she stutters out,
“i—you scared me a bit, princess. i guess i should fold you like that more often.”
your pussy clenches around nothing as the recent memory of sevika folding you into a mating press and holding a vibrator to your clit surfaces.
sevika feels you clench your legs tight, laughing,
“i know, baby, felt so deep didn’t it? i love watching you lose your mind on my dick.” sevika teasingly replicates your high pitched moans from moments before. you giggle, scrambling to cover her mouth, heat creeping up your neck.
after light teasing, sevika helps you to the bathroom letting you use her body for support as you pee. she cleans you up and hoists you back to bed.
“need anything?”
“mmm, a sandwich would be nice. and some juice!”
sevika grins, excited to take care of you she makes you a veggie sandwich with lettuce, tomato, cucumber, and red onions. topped with salt, pepper, and a vinaigrette. she brings you chips even though you didn’t ask for them she knows you will.
she beams with pride as she carries in your plate and glass full of apple juice into the room. she turns the tv on and lets you choose the youtube video to watch while you eat.
while eating, you offer sevika bites if your food, to which she takes. you don’t forget to sprinkle in her praises to make sure she knows she didn’t hurt you or do anything wrong.
“i loved the way you fucked me, sev. you didn’t go too far at all! it was beyond perfect.” sevika kisses you sweetly. you taste the vingairette on her lips.
you lean on her shoulder, kissing the nub. an action that absolutely melts sevika’s heart. there is nothing better than this.
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
men and minors dni!!
word count: 9,4k words
ᨦ ෆ ᨩ summary: sevika didn’t realize how much she loves you until it was too late. and after two years of living in regret, she’s done listening to her brain when she sees you again, going as far as to make a whole month all about you.
note: this is genuinely the longest one shot i’ve ever written and holy shit… i lowkey love this one, even tho writing it was actually getting on my nerves. i’ve 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 friend’s 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 couldn’t 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 friends’ 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. it’s 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 sevika’s 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 wasn’t sure if you knew it, too.
that’s 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 couldn’t face you to end it. you were the sunshine in her life she didn’t 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, it’s 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 woman’s 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 – even though she pretended to not listen when you still were together – 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 doesn’t even know if you have her blocked.
if only sevika knew you weren’t 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.
it’s not the breakup that is the problem – 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 sevika’s standards, you aren’t even worthy of a phone call.
worth nothing more than a fucking text message.
you read it so many times it’s 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 sevika’s 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 – though horribly sad – 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 wouldn’t 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. sevika’s 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 it’s 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 can’t. how will she look like, after two years of radio silence, deciding to hold you as if nothing had happened? as if she didn’t ruin the best thing in her fucked up life. she doesn’t 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 doesn’t 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 – beating hard enough to put her in a cardiac arrest.
but it’s now or never. for the first time in sevika’s 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.
“hey,” 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. “what do you want?”
“i…” the question renders her speechless. she doesn’t know herself what she wants anymore. a proper closure? an apology? fall down to her knees and beg you to come back to her? it’s all options, and neither at the same time. “i just want to talk.”
“two years too late, don’t you think? but you can send me a text message. that’s your thing, isn’t it?” you snap at her, and sevika winces. touché.
“look, i’m not here to argue. i don’t know why i’m here, anyway. and today of all days. but i know is that i want to fix this,” sevika hates the word that comes out of her next. “please.”
“but you said i’m too young–“
“i know what i said!” her voice comes out harsh and frustrated, but not entirely at you. “but i can’t get you out of my head and it pisses me off.”
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 can’t. not after everything.
“i know i don’t deserve a second chance, not after the bullshit i did,” she hesitates for a moment, “give me one night. that’s all i want. you can yell at me, slap me, scalp me for all i care. just… just give me that.”
that’s 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 wouldn’t 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 she’s opening her mouth to speak, you beat her to it.
“fine. one night. that’s all you’re getting.”
instant relief floods through sevika’s 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. “i’ll pick you up on friday, 6pm.”
it is finally friday. the clock on the wall of your bedroom ticks away 5.30, only thirty minutes before sevika shows up.
and you’re 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 ‘what if’s in your head, as if that’s 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 it’s 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 – in her arms, where you once felt so safe.
you’re 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. she’s here early, and your stomach is tied in knots.
it’s 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.
“you can do it…” 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 – 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. “ready?”
“ready,” 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 driver’s seat.
the ride is quiet, too quiet. you have nothing to say, and by the way sevika’s jaw is set tight, you can tell she wants to say too much but doesn’t 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 won’t look at sevika.
but she forces you when she speaks up.
“you… you look great,” 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 she’s thinking right now.
your silence makes sevika groan. “you can at least acknowledge that i’m talking.”
“i’m looking at you. isn’t that enough?”
“i know you’re angry–“
“angry doesn’t even fucking cover how i feel, sevika,” you cut her off, sharp and loud.
“you know words aren’t my strong suit,” sevika mutters, her grip on the steering wheel tightening.
“yeah, i know. you prefer texts,” you jab where it hurts the most, not only her but you. “you’re expert at that.”
“for fuck’s sake.”
“what? can’t handle the truth? can’t handle that i’m not jumping into your arms and accepting whatever excuse you have prepared for me?” question after question pours out your mouth in an angry outburst, questions that don’t have an answer.
not one that would make your anger less explosive, anyway.
“i’m trying, okay?”
“you should’ve tried two years ago, sevika! you kick me in the ass through a fucking text, and now you think i’m gonna be all hot and bothered for you?”
“just shut up!”
sevika’s 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 it’s 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.
“i know i fucked up, majorly. and i get that you probably hate me ‘cause of it,” she takes a deep breath, “but there hasn’t been a day where i haven’t regretted the bullshit i’ve done. i tried so many times to contact you, visit you… do anything to see you again. but i couldn’t.”
“why? why couldn’t you, huh?” you press on, forcing the answer out of her one way or another.
she glances away when she speaks up again, “because you deserve someone better than me. someone who’ll give you a good life, who’d be on the same wavelength as you. the same age as you. i have… nothing to give you besides a good fuck.”
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 doesn’t do anything to cool you off.
it only makes you angrier.
“so you just… decided to make a decision for me? do you think i’m that incompetent to know what i want?” your heart is beating out of your chest, the onslaught of emotions feeling heavy on your sternum. “i’m almost thirty, sevika. i’m not a little naive girl who doesn’t know what she wants. you can’t make decisions for me!”
“i know that now, and- and i’m sorry,” the apology is barely audible when sevika utters it. “please, give me a chance to fix it.”
“fix how? you think you can’t fix two years of distance in one night?”
“give me a month,” sevika says without hesitation.
your eyes narrow, eyebrow raised. “what?”
“a month. thirty days. i’ll do all i can to fix this. fix us,” it is the most desperate you’ve ever heard her, and you don’t want to admit how it hits you.
thirty days. you can’t even believe you are thinking of agreeing to it. you shouldn’t 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.
“can’t believe i’m considering it,” you scoff, but it’s not bitter anymore. exasperated, perhaps. “alright. we can try, i guess.”
and when sevika takes your hand in hers, muttering a silent ‘thank you’, you want to believe that she is being sincere with you.
“starting tonight, i promise i’ll do anything to make it right,” 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 don’t 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 aren’t 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 haven’t been there ever since sevika broke things off, but it hasn’t changed at all.
and when she walks inside with you by her side, a lively hum of people having fun greets you. it’s 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 she’s afraid to do so.
“i won’t disappear, y’know. stop gawking at me like a hawk,” you huff.
“can’t help it,” sevika mumbles, and a small smirk grows on her full lips. typical. “what if i look away for a second and you’ll leave?” her words are meant to be a joke, but you can see a flicker of worry in her eyes.
she’s being serious, even if she tries to hide it behind her typical bravado. she really hasn’t changed at all.
the rest of the night falls into a soothing rhythm. the tension is not as intense, but it’s clear neither of you want to dive into more serious topics. you’re on a pause – a moment that’s just for you to enjoy before the talk will become inevitable.
when sevika’s lazy smile drops and she sets her whisky on the table, you know that the moment comes now.
“i’ve never gotten over you, y’know. what we had,” she sighs, and for the first time she looks away. “i just couldn’t handle the thought that you would one day regret settling for me.”
“that doesn’t excuse the break up through text,” you retort.
“i know,” she pinches the bridge of her nose, squeezing her eyes shut.
“i deserved more than a shitty text, sevika.”
“i know that.”
“don’t you have anything better to say than ‘i know’? because to me, it seems like you don’t know shit,” her answers – or rather lack-there-of – makes you bristle, hand clenching around the glass so tight it could break under the pressure.
“will you ever stop throwing it into my face like that?” sevika snaps at you, unable to keep her frustration at bay.
“you have any idea how much it hurts? to receive a fucking text from a woman you love that ‘i’m too young, and i don’t know what i want in life yet?’ so i’m sorry if i’m hurting your feelings now, because you did it it to me first.”
whatever has been bubbling within sevika slowly evaporated, seeing how you slump against the chair as you continue to blame her – and rightfully so. she has no right to be angry at you, when she’s the one who did this.
so she shuts up. takes everything you were definitely bottling up in you for the past two years. you don’t 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.
you’re beautiful even when you’re 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.
“i’ll make it right, i promise,” she whispers, full of conviction, landing a tender kiss into your hair.
and you might finally let yourself believe her.
you’re 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 sevika’s eyes flickered from one place to another, you felt that familiar warmth bloom in your chest.
you haven’t 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 don’t 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.
“can’t believe you remember so much about me,” you mumble with your mouth full, to which sevika chuckled.
“what? can’t be sentimental once in my damn life?” she scoffed.
“i’m serious. even my family doesn’t know as much as you do,” you poke the food around as you speak.
“i may not look like it, but i pay attention. especially if it’s you.”
“if it’s me,” you mutter under your breath, a small grin growing on your lips. “never thought the big scary sevika would be so soft.”
“tease me like that and i’ll stop,” 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 won’t stop now.
“an amusement park? really?”
“what? think i’m too old for that?” sevika’s 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. “aren’t we both a little too old for plushies and cotton candy?”
“just you wait,” 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 you’ll 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. it’s a little embarrassing, and you would expect sevika to feel the same. but when you look at her, she looks unbothered.
she’s busy taking it all in, eyes going from one colorful attraction to the other. it’s like she’s 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 you’ve ever seen her.
“you look like you’re seeing colors for the first time,” you poke fun at her, but there is nothing but fondness in your tone.
sevika snaps from her daze hearing your voice. “i’ve… never been to an amusement park.”
“really? never?” your eyes widen, your head tilting up to look at her. “not even with your parents, or maybe on a date with someone?”
“funny,” sevika scoffs as if you just said the most ridiculous thing. “my mama died when i was a kid, and my old man… let’s say he was never a father of the year.”
oh.
she’s never opened up to you before. not like this.
you feel as sevika’s grip on you loosens little by little, until it slips. but you don’t 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.
“well, we have a lot to catch up on,” you say, and without giving her a chance to speak, you start pulling her to the first stand – 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 it’s poisonous when handing it back to you, chewing that small piece in her mouth for what feels like ages to her.
but what sevika didn’t except is how seriously you’re taking this.
ride after ride, stand after stand, there probably isn’t 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 sure…
amusement parks are not for her.
“you cut your hair!”
“yeah, i did. couldn’t be bothered tying it up every day,” sevika shrugs, a smirk curling up on her lips. “don’t look so shocked. i thought you said you’d like me with an undercut.”
“i’m gonna miss that silly little ponytail,” you let out a sigh, your hand reaching out to brush her hair from her eyes.
“you don’t know what you want, woman,” 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 don’t even realize what effect you are having on her over the past days, how open you’re 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?
“i also noticed something,” you mutter suddenly, catching sevika’s attention.
“what?”
“you don’t smell like cigarettes anymore,” you observe.
“yeah, i stopped. i know how much you hated it when i smoked,” she says with a grin, her hands slowly coming to rest on your waist. “said i smelled like burnt shit and my lungs are probably like charcoal.”
“was i wrong, though?”
“shut up, smart ass.”
“after you, old lady,” you wink at her, earning you an eye roll from sevika.
“always gotta have the final word,” she mutters, her grip on you tightening ever so slightly.
and sevika can’t be any happier that you’re letting her touch you like this again. you’re so close, so warm, so perfect against her. sunshine caresses your features, enhancing her favorite parts of you.
and you?
you’re falling in love all over again, if not even more than before. each day you spend with her is magical. whether it’s 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.
“you look good, though,” you whisper to sevika after a moment of silence, pressing yourself tighter to her side. “it suits you. makes you look… younger, in a way.”
“are you saying i looked old before?” sevika glares down at you, warning you to choose your words wisely.
but you only tease her further, “…maybe.”
“brat.”
“oldie.”
a snort escapes her, smiling so widely you can see that gap between her teeth you can’t help but be so mesmerized by. she clears her throat to pretend she didn’t just laugh at your silly nickname, only if her eyes didn’t have that glimmer in them. it exposes her fully, and she lets it be.
for you, sevika refuses to hide.
“you know, you never told me why you approached me that night,” 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 – far too fancy for your tastes – has gotten lukewarm as it sits nearly untouched on a plate. you’re 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.
“oh, that?” you chuckle, taking a bite of a potato wedge. “just my friends being pushy and dramatic.”
“oh? so you’re saying you wouldn’t approach me without your friends’ approval?” she smirks at you.
“the opposite, actually. i didn’t need their approval or permission.”
“so you really don’t listen to anyone but yourself,” sevika sighs, more amused and exasperated then annoyed.
“excuse me? i listen to you,” you retort, jabbing the back of her flesh hand with the handle of the steak knife.
“sure, you do.”
“come on, that was one time. i was stressed out, okay?”
“one time, my ass,” she rolls her eyes when you groan. “it was at least seven times. and by the time you were done, neither of us could move for thirty minutes straight.”
“not my fault you can’t handle it,” you mutter under your breath, loud enough for sevika to catch it, earning you a glare.
“weren’t you the one who passed out in the puddle of your own c–“
“shut up!” 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.
“they kept pushing me to find someone,” you finally admit, fingers playing with the stem of the wine glass. “i was the only one single at that time, too focused on work, on my future. so i wanted to shut their mouths.”
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. “so you just used me to shut their mouths?” she asks you, leaning against the table, her tone ever-so-slightly icy.
“maybe at first,” the admission weighs on your chest, and you look into her eyes to see her reaction. “but after the night we spent together, it turned into something else. i wanted more of you.”
you barely breathe as you await sevika’s reply. the worst-case scenarios flood through your brain, making you sweat under the satin fabric of your blouse. she’s quiet for far too long, and the way her brows twitch makes the tension even worse.
just as you’re about to try and say something, she lets out a breathy laugh.
“you’re an idiot, sweetheart.”
sweetheart. you haven’t heard that in a while, yet it still makes your heart jump in your chest like the first time.
“says the one who breaks up with someone through text,” you bite the inside of your lip, attempting to hide the growing smile.
and sevika just groans, “touché.”
the month is over with a blink of an eye, and before you know it, today is the last day of sevika’s promise. the last day which will determine the next step in your and sevika’s relationship.
and you’re nervous. it only dawns on you as you stand before her house, looking exactly the same as the last day you’ve been here. the day before she sent you that stupid text message. today will be different, though. you tell yourself it will. you wouldn’t spend a whole month to find out sevika has been leading you on.
…right?
nerves play tricks with you, poke fun at you and push you around. bullying you into overthinking.
you haven’t expected to feel this way on a last day, not after everything sevika has done for you. she’s proved herself more times in a single month that she’s truly serious about this, serious about you – making you feel guilty about doubting her after doing so much.
she’s gone as far as to stop smoking for you. that’s something, right?
yet as you knock on her door, your throat suddenly tightens and you cannot breathe. you’re 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 doesn’t 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 – your favorite. and only then you notice the apron wrapped around sevika’s waist.
“an apron, huh? real homey,” your fingers pulls at the string around her neck, toying with it. “what’s next? gonna start baking cookies?”
“might as well. then stuff them in your mouth so you’ll shut up,” she mutters as her hands work you out of your jacket before leading you into the kitchen.
and the sight makes you gasp.
it’s nothing like you have expected from sevika. sure, she has mentioned that she’s planning something ‘really special’ on the last day, but you thought she was just joking around with you.
clearly she didn’t joke about this.
you never guessed yourself to be the romantic type, mostly because no one has ever tried to go out of their way to treat you like a princess. yet sevika has done all of it and more, and now you’re surrounded by a fantastic smell of her cooking, candles lit up on the table, flower petals scattered on the floor. all that basic cliché stuff.
coming from sevika, though, this is more than just a silly movie cliché. you know what kind of woman she is, and that nothing of this is her thing. but for you, she did it. she did everything.
“hope you like it,” she doesn’t sound so confident anymore, almost as if she’s afraid of rejection.
“as cheesy as this all is, it’s still the best thing someone has done for me,” 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 she’s 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 she’s missed you.
unlike those two years ago, her hands don’t travel under your clothes to strip you as quick as possible. she just kisses you. barely comes up to catch her breath before she’s 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. it’s a hot sight, seeing sevika so drunk on you, and it’s only the start of the night.
“c’mon… before the food gets cold,” she whispers, a little breathless, guiding you to sit down.
“no,” you stop her, pushing her back against the wall with all your strength – which is a lot. “i want you now. we can eat the food later.”
sevika wants to argue. she’s worked hard on this, made it all perfect just for you. but how can she fight this when you’re peppering her jaw with kisses, mumbling sweet words against her skin? she won’t 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.
“okay,” 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 it’s 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 she’s about to utter them. she’s 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 doesn’t want to rush this, even when you’re bucking your hips in the air, desperate for some action.
“let me take it slow tonight,” sevika whispers, cupping your face to kiss you again. more gentle this time.
“fuck, sev. i’m – mmhm – not playing slow tonight,” you try to get her off, push her under you, but it’s futile the second she lays her weight on top of you, pressing you into the mattress effectively.
“still so fucking needy,” she chuckles into your mouth before moving her kisses to your neck. “didn’t change a bit, huh?”
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 sevika’s 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 didn’t 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 sevika’s 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.
it’s 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.
it’s not long before you’re 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. it’s killing you.
“sevika, i’m gonna start yelling if you don’t- holy fuck!” your eyes nearly roll back into your skull as sevika’s mouth wraps around your clit, making your heels dig into the mattress.
“still tastes so good,” she mutters into your sopping cunt, letting out noises like a woman starved.
she’s loud and desperate as she eats you out, spit mixing with your arousal until you can’t 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 sevika’s, all glassy with unshed tears. a sight engraved deep in her mind for so long, yet tonight is the most special one.
“missed this,” she pulls away from your clit, laughing when you whine in protest. she kisses your tummy as an apology. “missed you. never letting you go again.”
a smile breaks out on your lips, head raising from the pillow to look at her. “i’ll have to kill you if you do.”
“i’d like to see you try.”
“you’re pushing your luck, sev.”
“i know,” 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.
“come for me, baby. give it to me,” 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 you’re left overstimulated. sevika licks you clean, drinking your juices like a sweet nectar she so desperately needs.
“fuck,” you gasp for air when you feel sevika pull away, a grin setting on your face. “forgot how good you are with your mouth.”
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 isn’t her, because nothing else matters at this moment for either of you. not now, or ever.
“and i forgot how loud you can be,” she’s lying just to tease you, and you can tell by the smirk on her face.
sevika would never forget that about you.
“we both know i can be even louder than that. i’m just saving it for later,” 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.
“hold your leg up.”
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. she’s 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.
“shit,” sevika gasps, her eyes squeezing shut. “i- i’m sorry, i… i just can’t believe how stupid i was letting you go. i should’ve never…”
she’s rambling now, a mess of a woman that only you get to witness. she’s never opened up to anyone like this, stripping herself bare of all the protective barriers she kept on to protect herself.
“shh…” you shush her, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “just focus on this. on us.”
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 doesn’t bother controlling the volume of her voice. she needs to let you know how good she’s 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.
“oh, fuck… fuck!” 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.
it’s only after you two calm down does sevika break the silence. “think i pulled my hip there.”
“after one round? you’re really getting old, sev,” you snort.
“oh, i forgot you’re getting younger,” you can’t see her, but you can practically hear the eye roll in her voice.
“i’m still younger than you.”
“oh, don’t worry. it’ll all go downhill after thirty,” you smack her on the back after that comment, pulling her head back to frown up at her.
“so funny,” you grumble.
“you love it.”
“unfortunately.”
you two fall quiet once more. sevika’s 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 sevika’s 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 you’d hear from her but it never came.
“i love you,” she can’t take this back now, and she doesn’t want to. she won’t be a coward like last time.
“i love you, too, sevika. i never stopped,” you admit softly, fingers brushing strands of sevika’s short hair away from her eyes.
she smiles, relieved. “i 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.”
“i told you, didn’t i? i know what i want in life,” you whisper, giving sevika a chaste kiss on her mouth. “and i want you.”
“good, ‘cause i want you, too.”
she pulls you in, locking her lips with yours. it’s 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.
“this is nice,” you whisper.
“yeah,” she whispers back, kissing your forehead. “the dinner is probably cold now, though.”
“i’m not hungry. not for food, anyway,” your lips curl up in a grin, making sevika groan.
“you’re gonna put me into a grave,” she complains, but she doesn’t fight it when you roll over, pinning her under you.
“you can handle it, old lady,” you take her hand in yours, pressing the palm to your cheek.
“don’t know about that.”
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 she’s right where she wants to be.
── ♡ synopsis: you both get caught in the rain, and she gives you her jacket.
── ♡ cw: playful banter, age gap, deep conversations, kissing, fingering, praise kink, oral, talking through it, cum licking, size kink
── ♡ note: im looking for writer mooties guys
“That ice cream was ridiculously expensive, you didn’t have to get me that.” and despite saying that you still licked the swirl on the cone.
“You deserve a sweet treat every now and then, I know how hard your parents are on you, kiddo.”
Sevika had always been like this.
Providing you with things you knew your parents would disapprove of but then again, your parents wouldn’t trust anyone more than her. She was your dad’s best friend, and helped in your parents’ wedding so much that she ended up becoming your emergency contact, in case you couldn’t get a hold of your parents at the moment.
But ever since you’d finished college, you’d started seeing her differently.
Yeah, Sevika never settled down with a woman.
You were aware of her hook-ups.
But somehow that made you feel jealous the more you thought about it. Her big, rough hands running down someone else’s body, kissing them with her pretty plump lips.
Oh, hell no.
“You’re really sweet to me.”
“Well,” Sevika shrugged, “you’re kinda my responsibility.”
You glanced.
“That’s all I am to you? Just responsibility?”
She barked a laugh, “where’re you gettin’ that from, kiddo?”
“Nowhere…” you muttered and quietly ate your ice cream.
“You can talk to me ’bout anything, y’know that, right?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“Good.”
You both walked in silence. The busy city was filled with the sound of heavy traffic and people living their tireless lives. The sky was gray, the weather almost depressing if you hadn’t just had the best meal of your entire week—thanks to Sevika.
You looked at her.
Her short hair was tied in a ponytail today—which barely held the dark strands. Her dark clothes highlighted her sharp features and her biceps bulged the sleeves of her jacket.
You looked back at the road, biting into the side of the cone, “do you always dress in black?”
“... No? Why?”
“Nothing,” you spared her a judgemental look, “y’look good in black.”
“Why thank you.”
You felt your cheeks flush so you instantly avoided eye contact, and stared at the road with increased intensity.
“Looks like it’s gon’ rain.”
Sevika looked up at the sky, studying the way the clouds moved rather fast. You looked up as well, watching the sky with her.
“I like rain.”
“Yeah? Don’t jinx us.”
You rolled your eyes. “I fancy playing in the rain actually.”
“Sure, kid, but not right now.” Sevika said, voice serious, “I don’t want you getting sick.”
You laughed, “my immune system is stronger than that—”
“Doesn’t matter.”
You sighed, “arguing with you is like arguing with a wall.”
“Good. ’s supposed to be like that.”
You both went silent again. You finished your cone.
Then, you finally gathered the courage to ask:
“Sevika?”
“Hmm?”
“Why don’t you ever get a girlfriend?”
She didn’t answer.
You continued. “It’s not like you’re ugly. You could easily bag a hot chick.”
“I’m not good with commitment.”
You squinted. “Don’t you lie to me, old woman.”
Sevika feigned offense, hand on her heart, but a smile on her lips, “how dare you!”
You swatted her shoulder playfully, smiling as well, “tell me the truth!”
“Okay…”
She took a deep breath.
“I’m secretly straight.”
You almost tripped a step.
Sevika laughed. “The look on your face was fucking iconic!”
You stopped walking one hand on your hip, “Sevika, stop playing with me! Tell me the truth. Pretty please?”
One drop landed square on your forehead.
You blinked, eyebrows furrowed.
Then another drop. And another.
Then—it started raining.
Hard.
Not even a slight trickle.
Almost a thunderstorm.
Sevika looked down at your body. Your white top had stuck to your body instantly, you got drenched within five seconds under the rainwater. Your black bra showed through your top, and that blared alarms in Sevika’s head.
Without a single second of hesitation, she removed her leather jacket and draped it over your head.
You were practically drowning in it.
“Sev—!”
“Take it.”
“No, I don’t want it. I wanna play in the rain!” you were already tugging it off.
Sevika pursed her lips, annoyed, and pulled the front of the jacket over, buttoning it so you couldn’t take it off easily.
“Keep. It. On.”
You exhaled deeply, almost exaggeratedly.
“You’re gonna get sick,” Sevika said, softer now.
You swallowed. The moment felt oddly intimate.
Sevika snapped out of it. “C’mon, let’s get you home.”
You nodded and quietly followed her.
You both walked faster than before, almost jogging back home. Sevika used her spare key to click the lock open, pushing you inside first before getting inside herself. She was drenched from head to toe.
“Oh, you’re back,” your mom smiled, then looked at Sevika, “oh, no. You’re soaked. Do you need me to get you a—?”
“I got it.” you said quickly, “my room,” you told Sevika.
Sevika—a little confused now—followed you to your room, apologising to your mother briefly for leaving a trail of water on the floor.
“It’s no big deal.” Your mother mouthed to her before you both disappeared behind your bedroom door.
You closed it and gave Sevika a towel.
“You should get out of those clothes. They’re wet, you’re gonna get sick.”
“I’m gonna be fine.” Sevika said, patting her hair dry first.
“No, you won’t be. I listened to you back there on the road, didn’t I?”
“Barely—”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re not staying in wet clothes, Sev.”
“Okay, okay, fine.”
Sevika took off her clothes and wrapped her body in the bathrobe you passed to her. Rain pattered on your window. You finally took off Sevika’s soaked jacket and put it together with the rest of your clothes.
“Thanks… for what you did for me today.”
Sevika looked at you, confusion written across her face. “Huh?”
“The jacket,” you reminded her.
“Oh! Yeah. Sure, kiddo.”
A moment of silence.
Sevika tried not to get distracted by your lacy black bra staring at her through the see-through material of your damp white top.
You blinked. Then—looked down.
“Oh—”
And quickly turned away.
“Sorry… didn’t mean to flash you.”
Sevika looked away. “You’re all good…”
You quickly got a fresh set of clothes and went to the bathroom to change. You got out dressed in dry clothes, face still flushed from accidentally showing her what you did. You sat down beside her on the bed.
“So… what we were talking about before…” you said, slowly. An evil smile crept on your lips. “Why exactly are you single?”
Sevika facepalmed, “I was hoping you’d forget about that.”
You grinned.
Sevika didn’t make eye contact. “I feel like love can easily turn into a weakness. At first, it’ll feel like rainbows and butterflies and then… things will eventually crash, and you’ll be devastated weeks, if not months.”
“But I don’t think that pattern follows in committed relationships, y’know compromise and stuff is like the basics of keeping a relationship.”
Sevika sighed. “If only it were that easy…” Sevika paused, “and to add to that, I’m not exactly young and meant for a long future.”
You scoffed, “you don’t know that. You could live like a 100 more years, and end up being like those toothless old great grandmas—”
Sevika threw a throw pillow at you. You giggled and caught it.
“You little shit,” Sevika muttered, catching the pillow and tossing it back at your face with far less mercy.
You squealed, nearly toppling off the bed as it smacked into you.
You narrowed your eyes. “See? This is why you’re single.”
“Oh, fuck off.”
You burst out laughing.
Everything in your bedroom—the smiles, the laughing, the banter. It felt personal. Intimate on a different level.
Something almost taboo considering how close she was to your parents.
“What you thinkin’ about, kiddo?”
You opened your mouth to answer but then the word just hit you wrong. Kiddo— it felt weird. Bad.
Misfitting considering your feelings for her.
You swallowed.
“Can you not call me that?”
Sevika tilted her head. “What, you suddenly hate it?”
“It just—... Doesn’t feel right.”
“You’re still younger than me.”
You couldn’t help taking advantage of where the conversation headed, “well, can’t blame me, you’ve been around since the dinosaurs.”
Sevika flicked her finger at your forehead.
“Ow!—hey!”
“Behave.” Sevika said in mock-anger.
You pouted, “so mean to me…”
A beat. You leaned back.
“So tell me, if love makes people weak, what’s the point of it?”
“Point of what?”
“Loving.”
“I guess some people think it’s worth the pain.”
You looked away for a second, “and you don’t?”
“I never said that.”
A pause.
“Sevika… did someone hurt you?”
You both held eye contact for a good five seconds. Sevika smiled, lopsided—suddenly all the years of experience and heartbreak evident on her face.
“Life hurt me, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart hit you the wrong way.
You stared at her.
Sevika clearly realized what she said a second too late because her jaw tightened almost instantly.
“… Don’t make that face.”
“What face?”
“That one.”
“What one?”
“The one where you look at me like I just hung the moon.”
Heat flooded your cheeks immediately.
“I do not look at you like that.”
“Mhm.”
You grabbed another pillow and hit her with it this time.
Sevika caught it easily with one hand.
Show off.
“You’re annoying,” you muttered.
“Yet you keep invitin’ me into your bedroom.”
Your breath caught.
The words hung there.
Sevika seemed to realize how that sounded immediately after saying it because she went strangely still.
The rain filled the silence.
You could hear your own pulse in your ears now.
“… You know that’s not what I meant,” Sevika said finally, voice lower.
“Yeah,” you answered softly.
But neither of you looked convinced. You bit your lip, swallowing and glancing down—Sevika’s lips looked so good.
Dark, matted. What if you wanted a taste? Just a little kiss. Just to smudge her dark lipstick a little.
Just a little…
Sevika cleared her throat.
“Have you… have you ever thought about that?”
“What “that”?”
Sevika paused, as if weighing her words. “Have you ever thought of me like that?”
Everything in your brain paused at once, you felt hyperaware of the sound of rain against glass.
Then, in a very soft voice you replied, “we shouldn’t…”
“I know,” Sevika said almost instantly, like she’d expected that reply from you.
An awkward pause.
Sevika laughed—nervous almost.
“Sorry, I made it weird, didn’t I—?”
You didn’t reply with words.
You leaned forwards, letting your lips graze herself just slightly before pressing against them—her hands automatically grabbed your waist to hold you in place as you kissed her. Your hands moved from holding balance on the mattress to Sevika’s shoulders, kissing her deeper.
One of your hands glided to the back of her neck, rubbing it. It made Sevika groan and her hands on your waist tugged you onto her lap. You plopped down easily—perfectly fitting on her lap as you continued kissing her, holding her face with both hands.
You both parted.
“This is so wrong…”
Sevika’s eyes flickered to your lips, then back at your eyes, “yeah—but fuck—”
And she kissed you again.
You held her tightly, your eyebrows curling upwards as you trembled from the intensity of her kiss. Her tongue slipped between your lips, dominating your mouth with ease.
“You gotta keep this a secret, sugar…” Sevika whispered into your mouth.
“I will,” you whispered back.
Sevika flipped you both, laying you on the mattress as she spread your legs slowly. She rubbed you through your pants first, enjoying the way your cheeks tinted red and you struggled to keep your little moans down.
Your eyes widened when she ran her hand over your clothed clit, making a small choked sound. Sevika pushed your shirt up enough to expose the waistband of your pants.
“I’m taking them off, okay?”
You gulped, “okay…”
Sevika pulled your pants and panties down, leaving your lower half bare. She spread your legs out properly and moaned at the sight alone.
“You’re so pretty here, baby…”
You clenched around nothing.
That was embarrassing.
Just how much effect her words had on you was so fucking embarrassing. You squeezed your eyes close, turning your head away.
“Please, fuck me.”
First, Sevika put two of her fingers—middle and ring—in her own mouth, withdrew the soaked digits and aligned them to your entrance. You whined softly feeling the tips of her fingers press in before she slowly pushed them inside.
Her fingers were thick, the slight callouses that ran down the length of her fingers creating a kind of texture that made your legs shake before she ever fingered you properly. She moved them—smiling at the way you struggle to contain yourself, your hips twitching and legs trying to close around her.
“Oh, baby,” Sevika leaned down, kissing your clothed chest and rising up until her lips brushed your collarbones and neck, “you’re so pretty like this, such a pretty little cunt stretching out on my fingers.”
You wrapped both arms around her, body moving against her fingers almost as if possessed.
“Need more, need… more,” you pleaded, head thrown back to reveal more of your neck.
Her thumb found your clit, circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. You bit your bottom lip, teeth digging into the flesh to keep yourself from moaning out loud. Sevika was good at this—thanks to her untamed sexual history but you didn’t mind if that meant she was a beast in bed.
“Come on, squeeze me with that pussy, baby.”
“I—I can’t hold it…”
Sevika kissed you near the lips, letting her warm breath fan your face, “cum, sugar.”
Your eyes rolled back, only the whites of your eyes visible as your clear fluids ran down Sevika’s hand. She angled it in a way to make sure it landed mostly on her palm and not the bedsheets underneath. She leaned down, and cleaned you off with her mouth.
It was filthy—the way her nose nudged your clit, tongue lapping up your juices.
Sevika held your legs apart, teasing your overly sensitive pussy with her tongue, knowing fully well you’re overstimulated. But she enjoyed the little sounds you made.
Your heavy breathing filled the room as your hand weakly pushed at her head, “S-Sev, please, I can’t really—I can’t…”
But she was much bigger.
And she used that to her advantage, pinning your lower body down with her weight as she devoured her meal like a starved woman. It was filthy, almost dog-like the way she lapped at your pussy, making sure to let her tongue lay flat and warm against your clit for a significant amount of time before moving to your slit—gathering all your juices.
Finally—she moved up.
Before you could protest, she grabbed your chin and kissed you.
You squeaked, tasting yourself on her tongue.
“Mmmm…” your arms wrapped around her again, this time lazily, playing with her slightly damp hair.
Sevika pulled out of the kiss, and remained like that for a few seconds.
Your noses brushed against each other and for the first time in a while, you saw her beyond the pretentious front—not the arrogant, cocky woman with the muscles who was your dad’s friend.
Just a woman who has been too afraid to love all her life.
And you wanted to be the one to prove to her otherwise—love is weakness, yes. But it can also be strength if you find the right person.
‧₊˚── Request: "innocent reader learning how to kiss (like training for a first date) with best friend sevika."
Word Count: 2.4k
Content/Warnings: sfw, inexperienced reader, no pronouns/gendered terms used for reader, best friend!sev, very fluffy, sevika is an ass but she's your ass, you're a handful but you're her handful, kissing practice, friends to lovers...?
A/N: throwback to when i got this request seven months ago... anyhow, i thought it was adorable then, and i think it's adorable now, and i literally wrote it in one sitting so please excuse typos— sometimes i miss them when i'm deep in flow state LMAO. thank you so much to the anon who requested this! i will say i didn't write the reader as being "innocent" so much as i wrote them as just being inexperienced because i have an aversion to infantilizing the reader, but i had so much fun writing this and i hope you enjoy the product! :)
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ
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The Last Drop is free of patrons this afternoon; quiet, minus the obnoxious pop music playing from the overhead speakers.
It takes about a song and a half of your incessant staring before Sevika's focus on the loose screw in her arm relents in favor of shifting to you.
She looks up at you with tired eyes and a cocked brow— an expression you've grown very used to— awaiting your explanation for said staring.
You say nothing, still gazing, brows furrowed and lips pursed. A very serious face for someone Sevika has learned is incredibly unserious.
"Can I help you?" She finally grunts.
And at that, you sit up straight, eyes bright.
"Oh— why, yes, you can," you beam. "I'm so glad you asked."
Sevika pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs as you scoot closer. She recalls an excerpt from the pretentious parenting book she'd bought topside after taking Isha in; something about "ignoring unacceptable demands for attention so as not to reinforce the behavior."
She's gotten better at doing this with Isha. She has not gotten better at doing this with you.
"I've been thinking about something," you begin, "and I need your help… if it's cool with you."
You take on an uncharacteristically bashful expression, piquing Sevika's interest.
"Okay," she narrows her eyes. "What is it?"
"It's about… I dunno… dating?" you say, twisting one of the several rings on your fingers.
The corner of Sevika's lips quirk up into a near-imperceptible smirk.
"My love life," you continue, "the lack thereof, what I've done, what I haven't—"
"Spit it out, sweetness."
"Right," you exhale. "So… here's the thing:"
You ignore the embarrassment creeping up the back of your neck and prickling at your cheeks. It's Sevika. She knows almost everything about you, and she hasn't judged you yet— well, not including the time you bought a chai tea for, like, ten bucks at a swanky coffee shop before you knew she could make it better herself.
Still, it's Sevika. She's your best friend. And if there's anyone you want assisting you in rectifying the predicament you've found yourself in, it's her.
So, you do as she asked and spit it out.
"I've never kissed anyone."
Her grin stretches across her face in full, now.
"You serious?" She asks, brows lifting.
You roll your eyes, scoffing.
"Yes, Sev. And I'd appreciate you withholding any snarky ass comments. Not everyone has women lined up for a mile waiting to get a piece."
"Uh-oh," she purrs, leaning back against the booth and crossing her arms. "Somebody sounds jealous."
"I'm not jealous," you bite back.
Not of her, at least. Of the women you know she's been with, though..?
"Look," you huff, "I just… I need your help, okay?"
"I gathered. With what?"
Your eyes shoot up from where they were trained on a knot in the wooden table and meet her own, wide and surprised.
As it turns out, you hadn't really thought through the conversation this far. Sevika's good at reading your mind; you figured you'd just ask for "help," she'd know exactly what you meant, and the rest would be history.
The smirk she's wearing suggests she does know exactly what you mean, but that she wants to hear you say it anyway.
And your best friend is a stubborn, stubborn woman.
So you concede.
"With kissing, Sevika."
You squeeze your eyes shut, the embarrassment impossible to ignore, now.
"With kissing?"
Janna, you should have known she was going to make this impossible…
"Yes! With kissing!" You exclaim, eyes wide and hands gesturing wildly.
She stares for a moment, likely deciding whether or not the entertainment of making this more difficult for you would be worth the threat to her physical safety.
Much to your relief, she decides she'd like to stay alive today.
"Alright," she shrugs. "I'll help you."
And, just like that, she goes back to tightening the screw.
You track her movements for a moment, dumbfounded.
"That's it? You'll… you'll teach me? Just like that?"
"Why not?" She replies, not looking up from her arm. "I've spent the last couple of weeks teaching a six-year-old to 'calm her body' and sign 'I can't find my dinosaur' instead of throwing a fit. Might be nice to teach an adult something a bit more… well… adult."
"Yeah?" you ask; hopeful, relieved.
"Yeah," Sevika echoes, looking up at you with a warm smile— an expression that's far more rare than the look of exasperation she wore at the beginning of this chat.
"Okay. Then… yeah," you shyly smile, "you'll, uh… you'll teach me how to kiss, then."
"Mhm," she hums, returning her focus to the screw for good, though the soft smile doesn't leave her face.
"I've got one more request, though."
"Hm?"
"Can you please change the music to like, anything else?"
Sevika snorts. She'd quickly learned over the past few days to tune the music out the best she could.
"No can do," she shakes her head. "I promised Jinx full control over the sound system for a week as long as she'd leave explosives alone in the meantime. She's trying to get me to break and let her go back to throwing glitter-filled Molotov cocktails across the bridge. Can't have that— enforcers are already on her ass about it."
"Damn," you complain. "Sounds like she's got a bright future in psychological warfare ahead of her."
Finally, the screw in her arm is tightened. She leans back with another chuckle, puts the screwdriver down, and reaches into her pocket for a cigarillo instead.
"You're tellin' me."
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A few days later, you're seated on the couch in Sevika's apartment nursing a glass of wine; Sevika, a glass of whiskey.
Scratch nursing— she sits down next to you and promptly throws the whole thing back.
"Janna," you gawk. "Long day?"
"Don't get me started. Council was even bitchier than usual today, and the only peace I got between that and picking up Isha— who refused bedtime last night—"
You wince upon imagining the morning that must have created.
"was the 15-minute car ride from the office to her school."
"Damn," you shake your head, "that's rough. Do you wanna… I don't know… reschedule, or something?"
"No, no, no," Sevika quickly replies. "Not necessary. Besides…"
The shit-eating grin she gives you warns of the nonsense she's about to spout.
"I need to blow off some steam."
"Dude," you cringe, choking back a laugh, "can you please just, like… try not to be weird about this?"
"You're boring," she smirks, leaning forward to place her empty glass onto the coffee table.
"I'm absolutely not."
"You are. And, as it turns out, you've never kissed anyone, but I can only fix one of those things."
You roll your eyes, placing your own glass down and turning toward her fully.
"Alright then, smartass," you grin. "Teach me how to kiss. What do I do?"
"Well," Sevika exhales, "that depends. You ever watch porn?"
"Hello?"
"Or, like… just— anything that includes people kissing. Makin' out. You know."
You chuckle, breathless and appalled.
"Uh… I mean… sometimes?" You shrug, face already heating up.
"Okay," she nods. "Is there anything you've seen that you like? That you don't like? Some people see tongue action and get grossed out. Other people see it and wanna get in on it. So, tell me what interests you, and we'll start there."
It takes everything within you not to yank the blanket off the back of the couch and hide underneath it for the rest of your days.
But, you remind yourself once more: this is Sevika. She's seen it all, she's heard it all, and if she didn't want to hear this, she wouldn't have asked.
"Um… well… I'm not put off by tongue, for starters."
She snorts at that.
"Keep talkin'," she encourages, standing to walk to the kitchen and pour herself another drink.
You furrow your brows, parsing your brain for all of the porn and "anything that includes people kissing" you've seen and considering what you liked.
"I mean, a whole lotta tongue right off the bat is probably a bit much for me, but, like… as long as there's plenty of lead up to it, I think it's hot."
"What does 'lead up' mean to you?" She asks, sitting back down.
"Damn. You a sex therapist now, or something?"
She lifts a shoulder. "I think I could be good at that."
"You know what? True," you nod.
"Answer my question, though."
"Oh, yeah— right. Lead up…"
You consider her question as you chew on the inside of your cheek.
"I guess, like, kissing that's just on the mouth? No tongue yet. Gentle, slow… but then when there is tongue,"
Sevika's brows raise as you sit up straight to deliver your strong opinion.
"you can't just immediately go in full force. You've gotta test the waters first… like, just a little bit of—"
You freeze as the ridiculousness of French-kissing logistics dawns on you, and then, you burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry," you giggle, shaking your head, "This feels so stupid."
"It's not," Sevika asserts, watching fondly as you bury your face in your hands. "I was right there with you."
"Really?" you whine, hands falling to your lap. "'Cause it feels silly."
"It's not silly," she shakes her head, scooting closer. "I agree. Too much tongue right off the bat is a no-go. That's step one down— figuring out what you like. Second step is figuring out what your partner likes, and we seem to be in agreement, so we've got that step down, too."
"Oh, yeah? What's the third step, then?"
You're almost certain you see her eyes flicker down to your lips for just a moment.
Regardless, when her gaze meets your own, there's something in it that you haven't seen before. Something sultry. Something sure.
"You show me what you like."
Your eyes go the slightest bit wider.
"Show you? Like… the porn I watch? Or…"
"Kiss me, Y/n. Only way to learn is to try."
You go still. Your heart starts beating a little faster.
"Oh," you breathe. "Are you… Are you sure?"
"Are you?"
"Yes! Yes— I mean… yeah."
She chuckles as you grimace at your own awkward fumbling.
And then, she reaches forward. Cradles your jaw with a warm hand. Leans in until your lips are a hairsbreadth away from hers.
"Go ahead, then. Show me what you like."
It isn't smooth at first. Neither of you tries to pretend it is.
You lean forward just enough that your mouth brushes hers, pull back because you get too flustered, and then try again, firmly planting your lips to her own as you both chuckle through it all.
"Stop smiling," she mumbles into the kiss.
"You're smiling, too," you mumble back.
"No 'm not."
"I can feel-"
"Okay," she pulls back to scold you, though the smile is still present on her lips, "talk or kiss. You pick. We can't do both."
"Kiss, kiss," you giggle, reaching up to cradle her face, too. "Sorry— definitely kiss."
"Yeah?" She nods, the hand that was against your cheek now gently grasping your wrist. "You sure?"
"I'm sure," you nod back.
"Good. C'mere."
Something crackles in the air this time. You're quicker to find your footing. It's easier to settle into a rhythm.
And before you know it, you're both breathing heavy, refusing to pull away, tongues darting out to trace each other's bottom lip.
When you finally do pull away, it's only to catch your breath.
Your faces stay close. Your breath stays ragged. Your hand stays on her face, and her hand stays on your hip— though you don't even remember it landing there.
"Good?" She murmurs, grey irises glittering and pupils gone wide.
You're still breathless as you reply.
"Yeah… yeah, that was good."
"Not the kiss, doll. You. Are you good?"
"Oh," you pull back in surprise, "y-yeah. I'm… I'm really good, actually."
"Yeah?" A lazy smirk pulls at her swollen lips. "Ready to get out there and kiss some dimes?"
The fact is, she's the only person you've really thought about kissing lately, and after what just happened, you know damn well that's not changing any time soon.
But you don't mention that. You just nod, still breathless and buzzing.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
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When Sevika swings her apartment door open for you, she's met with your defeated smile.
"What's wrong, baby?" She asks, stepping aside to let you in. "Date didn't go well?"
You shrug off your coat with a sigh and hang it on the rack as she closes the door behind you.
"It was fine. Great, actually, which is what sucks."
"Oh, shit… too much tongue too early, huh?"
You bark out a laugh, leaning against the door and letting your head fall back against the wood.
"No, no… nothing like that."
Your eyes narrow as you think.
"Something like that, actually…"
She tilts her head to the side, brows knitting together.
"Do tell."
"I just… I don't know. We kissed. It was… fine. Just fine. Which, I don't really get, because, technically, they did everything right. Didn't come on too strong or too fast. A tasteful amount of tongue."
Sevika can't help but chortle at that.
"Then what was the matter?"
You stare up at her for a moment, eyes darting across her features like you'll find the answer somewhere in them.
And then, your eyes meet hers, and you remember how her irises looked all glassy and her pupils looked all blown-out, and the answer is suddenly right in front of you.
"What are you—"
"Can I kiss you?"
You half expect her to look at you like you're crazy. Or laugh at you, maybe.
What you don't expect is for her to step forward, put her hands on your hips, and lean in.
"Yeah, doll," she whispers. "Course you can."
There's no scrambling for rhythm this time.
Your lips meet, and you melt, your arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders.
It's slow at first, just as you like it. Tender. Gentle.
And then, it's not.
Then, it's hands twisting in the fabric of each other's clothes, breaths mingling with one another's, tongues finally dancing.
"Sorry," you pull away to pant, "haven't really had my tongue in somebody else's mouth before, so it's probably not the most graceful—"
"Talk or kiss, baby," Sevika interrupts. "Talk or kiss."
Your knight, Sevika, has been serving you for 18 years, proving her loyalty countless times and suffering many a wound. Touched by her devotion, one day you offer her an early retirement with a sizable pension. What you fail to realize, is that separation from you is Sevika's worst nightmare.
cw: appropriate age gap(38 and 45); power imbalance, sevika is a yearner, reader is a bit sadistic, oral sex, fingering, soft and gentle sex, sevika is insecure, sev has both arms in this(bcs historical prosthetics creep me out)
wc: 3.8k
The palatial third-floor veranda had always been your safe space, a much-needed reprieve from the many royal responsibilities. It was a constant in your life, a peaceful haven, the one place that had not changed since you took the throne. It had become a spot of serene reminiscence on quiet summer evenings such as this. Many memories, long gone, permeated the chilly air. Memories of decorating this very veranda with your father, the former King. Memories of lying on this very sofa with your late husband, William. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn't your knight in shining armor. Your marriage being a political alliance, you harbored no romantic feelings toward each other. However, what you didn't expect at the time was finding a lifelong friend in your husband, who had always supported you in all your endeavors. He was now five years gone. In fact, all the people you'd ever held dear to your heart were now gone, taken by an ailment or dying in battle. Well, all except for one.
Your gaze fell on the imposing figure at your side, her trusty sword sheathed at her belt, seemingly not weighing her down. She was garbed in a short brown tunic and linen trousers that disappeared into her leather shoes. That's right, your devoted knight, Sevika, was another constant in your life. She came to be at your service to appease the whims of the twenty-year-old you. At the time, as a young princess, you were in need of someone by your side, but you outright refused a traditional male knight. The many potential suitors vying for your heart with their glib speeches and flattery had left you repulsed by men. Hence, your choice of a female knight.
Shifting on the lavish Persian couch, the openwork hem of your long white nightdress hitting the floor, you patted the spot beside you. "Keep me company, Sevika?"
The sound of her name leaving your lips sent a shiver down the knight's back, but she didn't let it show. "But i have to stay vigilant, my Queen. It'd be harder for me to watch over Your Majesty when seated," Sevika said, a slight nervous hitch in her otherwise level tone.
"It's an order." You frowned, evidently used to people obeying every one of your whims without protest.
"Of course, my Queen." With a bow of her head, Sevika reached the couch in one stride, sitting down, making sure to keep a respectful distance.
Once she was settled, you pointed to the ceramic bowl filled with fresh fruit: "Help yourself." You hummed approvingly as she bit into one of the juicy plums, though her form remained tense and alert as always. That`s right, your knight never allowed herself even a moment of reprieve. Having been at your service for eighteen long years, she'd proven her loyalty countless times and suffered many a wound for you. By that point, you had been so tired of sycophantic dukes and obsequious servants that Sevika`s quiet, unobtrusive devotion was like a breath of fresh air. It was no wonder you turned to her when seeking companionship after your husband`s passing. The two of you had had many moments like this, in the quiet of the evening, sometimes just silently enjoying each other`s company, and sometimes indulging in nostalgia for the many memories you had shared. It was inappropriate, a close relationship between a queen and her knight such as that, but you did not care in the slightest. You were the Queen, after all; you were free to do as you pleased.
But tonight was different; the weight of the words you were about to utter lay heavy on your heart. Your gaze trailed Sevika's strong form; her body was littered with numerous scars, some old and some fresh, while her face bore visible signs of aging, evidence of a life spent taking little care of herself. When her eyes met yours, you sighed heavily, trying to keep your signature cool. "Have you thought of retiring, my knight?"
It felt as if the rug were pulled from under her feet. Sevika`s usually rigid countenance cracked, making way for a panicked expression. "What do you mean, My Queen? Have I unwittingly disappointed you in any way?" She uttered breathlessly.
You were startled by the sudden shift in her demeanor; never in the last eighteen years had you seen her mask of stoicism break like this. The unexpected reaction made you think carefully about your next words. "Well, my knight, you've demonstrated utmost skill and devotion over the years. No less important, you've become a dear friend," you paused, smiling to yourself. "Don't fret; you haven't done anything wrong. It's just a gift for your unwavering loyalty. I'm offering you an early, honorary retirement with a sizable pension, as a matter of course. You're getting older, my knight. I think it's time to finally begin living for yourself: find a lover and start a family. I'm offering you peace." Finishing your speech, you awaited her reaction, expecting heartfelt gratitude for your generosity.
To your surprise, Sevika dropped to her knees before you, eyes wide with panic. "M-my Queen, do you think I'm too old and frail to protect you now? Are you planning to replace me with some fresh blood...? My Queen, you know that those younglings can't hold a candle to me. My many wounds may slow me down, but my loyalty remains the same. I'd take a dagger to the heart this very instant to prove my devotion to you, my Queen." She uttered through quivering lips, her gray eyes peering into yours with panicked intensity.
At that moment, many memories swirled uncontrollably in Sevika's mind: memories of the countless evenings spent in the quiet of your chambers, just talking and laughing as if the outside world didn't exist. She'd watched you grow from a spoiled princess to a sagacious, level-headed ruler. All the memories the two of you had shared had a special place in Sevika's otherwise rigid heart. Well... not exactly all of them; your marriage was the single worst moment of her life. Up to that point, she had been trying to write off her feelings as intense devotion, but watching you walk down the aisle with that man while she just stood there like a statue, unable to do anything, felt like the end of the world. One thing she'd never admit out loud was the joy his untimely death had brought her. It had made the two of you closer than ever before, which only served to intensify her unrequited feelings. She would never dare confess them to you, in fact, she was content with just being your "dear friend." But it was all over now; you were sending her away. Did you honestly not see that she lived and breathed for you, and you only?
God damn it, she loved you, even if she were bound to take those feelings to her grave.
«How dare you refuse such a generous offer from your Queen?» You spit, your irate tone snapping her back to reality. In all honesty, you weren`t that angry, just frustrated with her perpetual self-sacrificial behavior. The devotion of your subjects was a matter of course, but God, her taking a dagger to the heart was the last thing you wanted. Why was she so eager to die for you? Why was she so eager to leave you just like everyone else who`d ever meant something?
«My Queen, you don`t understand; separation from you would bring me nothing but agony. I wish to serve you till my dying day.» The floor digging into her knees uncomfortably, she attempted to return to her place on the couch beside you, only to be held down by your delicate hand on her shoulder. Sevika felt a sharp twinge of pain from your palm pressing down on a fresh wound, but she kept quiet, just gritting her teeth.
Her small reaction not escaping your watchful gaze, you wrapped your hand tighter around her wounded shoulder, causing a weak moan to leave her lips. «Do you feel that, my knight? Is this really the life you wish to live? The life of constant pain and self-sacrifice?»
A sense of power over her was mixing with your frustration. Seeing such a strong woman on her knees before you, stuttering and pleading, not even attempting to move away as you hurt her, was awakening an unfamiliar feeling deep inside you. It was a much-needed release for your anger; you wished to show her the consequences of the life she`d chosen for herself. «You are retiring. It`s an order.» You said with a sense of finality, releasing your hold on her shoulder, though the words lay heavy on your heart.
Upon hearing your words, Sevika just held your gaze silently for a few seconds, eyes glazed over. Nothing mattered anymore; it was over. Sighing heavily, she began in a resigned tone, an imperceptible, rare smile gracing her full lips. «My feelings for you… They aren`t just blind devotion. If we are to be separated forever, then I must confess… I love you, my Queen. I`ve always loved you. This love has kept me going in the darkest times. I live and breathe you, my Queen. Without you, I'm nothing. I cease to exist. Whatever fate awaits me after uttering these words, I'll take it. I'll take it with a smile on my face, because at last, I've mustered up enough courage to confess my true feelings."
Well... that was certainly unexpected, but it served as an explation for her self-scarificial behavior over the years. A long pause followed her ardent confession; it was the first time in a long while something had caught you off guard. To your confoundment, you weren't angry. For some inexplicable reason, in that moment, you didn't even think it strange for a woman to confess her feelings to another woman. In fact, it felt oddly natural.
Your hand moving on its own, you reached out to gently cup her scarred cheek, making her jolt in surprise. "Well, this is certainly unexpected. Do you know that you could be sent to the gallows for such a brazen confession, my dear knight?" Your tone held a tinge of teasing now, a slight smile adorning your face. Despite the scandalous nature of her feelings, you couldn't deny the excitement that was coursing through your body, melting your jaded heart.
Sevika looked up at you with tentative hope, leaning her cheek into your palm. Were you not mad at her? Your voice was almost playful, as if you were teasing her. "M-my Queen, I don't wish to hide my feelings anymore, even if they bring about my untimely demise."
"And what do you intend to do about those feelings, Sevika? Surprise me." You leaned forward, as if challenging her.
Emboldened by your playfulness, Sevika leaned down to your knee, pressing a soft kiss over the fabric of your nightgown. The tentative action was followed by a few more feather-light pecks to your knee and upper thigh. She wrapped her shaky hands around your ankle, looking up at you in loving servility. "May I touch you some more, my Queen?"
Feeling your heart pleasantly squeeze in excitement at her question, you smiled down at her with mirth. Was it wrong to feel more from the touch of this woman than your late husband? Was it a sin? Well, it didn't really matter. You were the Queen, always receiving whatever it is you desired; and in this moment, you desired her. "If that's what you wish for, we shall move to my chambers, my dear knight."
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When you lightly pushed her onto your lavish, queen-sized bed, Sevika showed no resistance, feeling the silky sheets beneath, her sword and boots abandoned on the floor. "My Queen, I might dirty your bed," she demurred weakly, propping herself up on her elbows as she looked up at you in awe.
Chuckling to yourself, you slowly crawled over to her on the bed, settling between her parted legs. "I don't care how dirty my sheets might become." Before she could react, you leaned forward, connecting your lips to hers.
It took Sevika a few seconds to quell her excitement before she wrapped her arms around your waist tightly, your bodies impossibly close. Fervently returning the kiss, she deftly moved her lips against yours. Sevika had had some experience with women in the past before she became smitten with you.
As both of you pulled away to take a breath, she still held on to you tightly, as though afraid you would change your mind or that it was all but a wishful dream. "You're so beautiful, my Queen. I've been wishing to tell you this for ages."
You felt your face heat up, not only at her words, but also at the soft, loving gaze she'd directed at you. "I'm not as beautiful as I was in my younger years." You smiled wistfully.
"What? My Queen, you're utterly gorgeous! You might not look as you did twenty years ago, but that is only because you've grown, both physically and emotionally. You're not the same inexperienced, naive princess, but a feared and respected Queen. All that you've gone through has shaped your current appearance; your beauty is a testament to the person you've worked so hard to become." Sevika uttered breathlessly, pressing a reverent kiss to your exposed collarbone.
Her eloquent speech sent a warm pang through your heart, though it was becoming harder to contain your growing desire at her affectionate gestures. Eyes half-lidded, you tugged on her tunic. "Take it off, all of it."
Heat rushing to her cheeks, Sevika squeezed your waist to ground herself. "My body is unsightly, my Queen. It's littered with scars; you might be disappointed."
"I said, take it off." Gaze turning stern, you rolled your eyes. You expected every one of your orders to be obeyed without question.
"I'm sorry, my Queen. I'll do it," she uttered, gently untangling her body from yours to stand up. Her heavy belt was the first to hit the hardwood floor, followed by her tunic and, finally, her trousers. She stood before you in a linen undershirt and a pair of knee-length underdrawers that stretched around her toned thighs. Feeling insecure, she silently pleaded for some reassurance.
"Beautiful, continue," you drawled out, a content expression gracing your features at her obedience.
Sevika nodded, swiftly stripping off her undergarments, now standing before you fully bare. Feeling exposed under your watchful gaze, she awaited your reaction, her tense muscles pulsing.
Your eyes trailed from her broad shoulders to her heavy breasts, her hard, sculpted abs, the happy trail stretching from her lower abdomen into the full bush of hair between her legs. Your hand moved on its own; you began tracing the many scars adorning the knight's brawny form in quiet fascination. On the one hand, the numerous wounds, old and new, were a testament to her devotion. On the other hand, you felt that familiar frustration cloud your mind; she'd taken them all for you. Your poor, selfless knight.
"Your body... it's beautiful. Don't you dare call it unsightly ever again." Nails gliding down her toned forearm, your reached her hand, linking your fingers together. "Come back to bed, my knight."
Upon hearing your order, she lay back down, with you immediately crawling on top of her. Leaning down, you began pressing feather-light kisses along her body until your lips reached her lower abdomen. "Have you thought of doing this with your Queen before, my knight? Or is your love pure, devoid of carnal desires?" Stilling your ministrations, you raised your head, eyeing her down with mirth.
Pleasure clouding her mind, she didn't register your question at first. Snapping out of her trance, she propped herself up on her elbows, heat rushing to her face. "I must admit I have thought about it before, but not like this. I should be the one pleasing you, my Queen. Please, let me touch you."
Her entreatment tugged at your heartstrings, but you did not concede. "Tonight is about you, my knight. You've been the one taking care of me all these years. It's time for me to return the favor. Just lie back and enjoy," you smirked, not giving her the opportunity to protest as you pushed your face between her toned thighs. Granted, since that was your first time with a woman, your movements weren't perfect, but where you lacked technique, you made up for it in speed and desire to please. You felt her thighs tremble, low grunts escaping her full, parted lips. All of it only served to embolden you in that moment; pushing your face further into her vulva, the dark hairs tickling your face, you swirled your tongue eagerly. Her tangy, natural musk invaded your senses, which only heightened your arousal.
"M-My Queen, please stop! I might soil your beautiful face," Sevika protested weakly, though she didn't actually wish for you to stop. It felt surreal: the Queen, the love of her life, was pleasuring an aging, scarred knight like her. The sheer fact that you weren't repulsed by her and even seemed eager to please was enough to push her over the edge. Her trembling hand found your hair, lightly holding on to it for leverage as the coil in her abdomen snapped. The knight let out a singular low moan, coating your lips in her release. "Sorry..."
Not giving her a moment to come down from her high, you sat up on your knees on the bed, swiftly sliding off your white nightgown. You were naked before her, as it was standard not to wear any undergarments under night clothes.
In that instant, Sevika propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes gliding over your form in awe. Your supple breasts, the dark patch of hair leading down to your center, and the stretch marks adorning your tummy and thighs— she loved it all. God, you really were the most beautiful creature she had ever seen.
Amused by her awe-stricken expression, you slowly crawled forward, lying down beside her. "You're allowed to touch me now," you whispered, wrapping your arms around her sinewy shoulders.
Sevika nearly groaned as your naked body pressed up against hers; it felt so... Intimate. Her lips slowly connected to your breasts, pressing reverent kisses before eagerly latching onto one of your hard nipples. Her left arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other hand inching down your stomach. As it tentatively reached your vulva, she unlatched her mouth from your chest, looking up at you with dilated pupils. "My Queen, you're already wet... May I touch you there, please?" She uttered with breathless urgency.
"Don't leave me waiting, my dear knight."
Sevika didn`t need to be told twice, slowly easing two of her thick fingers into your sopping entrance, nearly groaning at how warm it was inside.
You felt your breath hitch at the delicious stretch, biting your lip hard to prevent any sounds escaping your mouth. To you, being in such a vulnerable position was foreign; you felt that, as the Queen, you must not show such weakness.
Feeling her warm palm cradle your cheek as she pumped her digits in and out slowly, your gaze met hers. «My Queen, is everything to your liking? You`re very quiet.» Sevika muttered softly, a hint of concern in her tone as she slowed down her ministrations to a halt.
Ironically, it was the stilling of her fingers inside you that made you let out a low moan of indignation. How dare she stop so abruptly just when you were beginning to feel so good? «Keep going, don`t stop.» You spit impatiently, making her snap right back to working her fingers inside your soaked vulva.
As well as her digits sliding in and out of you at a quick pace, Sevika began rubbing your clit in slow circles with her thumb. The added stimulation rendered you unable to contain your sounds anymore. Leaning your head forward, you hid your face in her shoulder, a stream of wanton moans leaving your parted lips. «Aah… You`re so good at this, I'm so close… don`t stop.»
In a way, it felt liberating to finally let go and enjoy yourself like this, in the comfort of your own chambers, with no one to judge you.
Heeding your unrestrained moans and the endearing way you hid your face, Sevika quickened her pace on your clit, desperate to bring you over the edge. «You`re doing so well, my Queen. You sound so beautiful,» she panted out, pressing a chaste kiss on top of your head. In that moment, she felt your form tense against hers as you finally reached your peak, overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. As your spent form weakly slumped beside her, she swiftly wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. Seeing you so weary, your usual piercing eyes half-lidded, she felt a wave of protectiveness sweep over her. «Don`t worry about anything, my Queen. I`ll hold you as long as you wish; just relax.»
As you lay in her strong arms, still reeling from your orgasm, the reality of the current situation came down on you. You'd just been intimate with your knight, your female knight; but somehow you didn't feel an ounce of regret. The whole affair was exhilarating, making you feel as though you were a teenager again. You had become so jaded, following the many trials and tribulations your royal duties had brought your way, that it served as a much-needed reprieve.
"How are you feeling, my Queen? You seemed to enjoy yourself very much." She smiled warmly, snapping you out of your reverie.
"I did enjoy myself. I feel... liberated," you mused, your gaze meeting hers. "Though I am wondering where you have learned to please a woman like that. The way your fingers moved felt practiced." Raising an eyebrow, you inquired curiously.
Sevika felt heat rush to her face, a wistful chuckle leaving her lips as she adjusted her hold on your waist. "I've had some experience with women in my younger years, before my infatuation with you, my Queen."
"So there are still things I don't know about your past? You'll have to tell me more about the feats of your youth on one of these evenings," you teased, a genuine smile gracing your face.
Sevika hummed affirmatively, returning the smile. Your playful attitude provided her some hope, but there was still something that plagued her mind. "My Queen, you won't send me away after this, right? My heart won't be able to take it."
Reaching out to cup her cheek, you looked into her gray eyes with conviction, gaze turning serious. "You are staying, of course; but not just as a knight or a friend, but a lover. The only real lover I've ever had."
best friend sevika teaching us how to kiss? 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭
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Bsf!sevika x reader
Part II here
“No, too short” Sevika grumbled from the bed, already bored of helping you pick out an outfit for your first date.
Throwing the black mini dress into the bed, you flop next to it defeated.
“Maybe I just shouldn’t go..”
Sevika perked up at your statement, you didn’t notice.
“Yeah, I agree”
Quickly turning your head up to face her “You’re supposed to encourage me to go out and do new things! You know, best friend duties!”
“Well-“
You cut her off
“Wait what if he goes in for a kiss? I don’t know how to kiss someone!”
Your voiced shrieked at a decibel Sevika didn’t know existed.
“Can’t believe eighteen years of your life and you have never had a kiss”
She chuckles from her spot on your bed, which is covered in pink sheets and blankets.
“Ugh, it’s just scary”
A beat passes.
“I could teach you?”
Your eyes snap to her face, trying to see if she was joking, though her face remained more serious than ever.
“Wait you’d do that for me?”
“Of course, is it not considered ‘best friend duties’?”
She sits up against your headboard, motioning with two fingers for you to move up to her.
Moving yourself onto your hands and knees you crawl over to her.
“Fuck me..” she murmurs under her breath
so quietly that you can’t hear.
Sitting back on your legs with your hands resting on your thighs, her body heat radiates off of you.
“I- I don’t know what to do”
Rolling her eyes with a smirk, she brings her hand to your cheek.
“Just follow my lead, yeah?”
You look up at her through your lashes and nod your head, nervous as fuck. The thought alone that you were about to kiss your very hot best friend makes you want to curl in on yourself, but the fact that she is so blatantly rubbing her thighs together through her sweatpants makes it even more difficult.
Sevika leans forward slightly, maintaining eye contact just in case you’re uncomfortable.
Your breath hitches when your noses brush against each other, you pull backwards just a little out of reflex. You’ve never gotten past this point, it always ended in an interruption or you chicken out.
“Hey hey, you’re okay I’ve got you” her words soothing your nerves ever so slightly, which gives you enough courage to break the gap between you two.
She kisses you like you two have done this a thousand times, like this is just a normal thing you do with her.
It feels so natural and right.
Unfortunately, the moment only lasts a second and she gently pulls away.
“Did I do okay?”
Your voice is small and soft, it makes her heart flip.
“Yes angel, you did amazing”
Your heart fluttering at her praise
The name she calls you all the time sounds different now, like it has a whole new meaning.
“Can… I try again, just to make sure?”
A small chuckle escapes her mouth
“Yes, just to make sure” she teases
Lips closing in on each other, a little bit more rough than last time, but still soft.
Her hands lands on your back, slowly trailing down to your waist and tugging you to sit on her lap.
If your panties weren’t soaked before, then they definitely are now.
A involuntary whimper leaves your mouth against her lips. You can feel her grin against you as she starts to introduce her tongue to yours.
You cling to the neckline of her shirt, dizzy from the growing pleasure in your stomach.
She releases a disappointed sigh when you part mouths.
“Is this still just you teaching me?”
“Do you want it to be just me teaching you?”
You shake your head
“Text your date and tell them you’re busy”
She laughs at how fast you reach over and grab your phone.
AN: sigh I love Sevika so much my heart hurts bruh 😔 send reqs‼️
