“For New Years Eve, Sevika surprises Vi with a hotel that has a balcony with the perfect view for the fireworks at midnight, but Sevika knows the view will be better if she and Vi fuck right before it happens.”
Sevika x Vi fic (wc:2.3k)
Tags: adult content (explicit sex), strap-on usage, cunnilingus (Sevika receiving), strap-on referred as dick, semi-public sex.
A/N: Happy 2026! This is a few days late but it’s just a little something quick!
The heavy hotel door clicked shut behind them, sealing off the world in a cocoon of polished wood and city light. Vi let out a low whistle, spinning on her heel. The room was a slice of luxury she rarely indulged in, all deep carpets and cream-colored furniture that looked too expensive to actually touch. But the real prize was the wall of glass, a sliding door that led to a narrow iron balcony overlooking the glittering expanse of downtown.
"Sev... you didn't," Vi breathed, already walking towards the glass.
Sevika smirked, shrugging off her heavy leather jacket and tossing it over a plush armchair. She watched Vi's reflection in the window, the way her pink hair caught the city glow, the obvious excitement thrumming through her wiry frame. "Told you I had a surprise. Figured you'd want a better view than our usual spot on the roof."
Their usual spot was a grime-covered rooftop with a six-pack and the distant, muffled booms of the city's official display. This was... different. This was champagne and crisp sheets and a private box for the main event. Vi pressed her palms against the cool glass, leaning down to see the street, thirty stories below. "This is... holy shit. When did you book this?"
"Month ago." Sevika's voice was a low rumble from behind her. She came up close, her hands settling on Vi's hips, her chin hooking over her shoulder. "Wanted to do something special."
Vi turned in her arms, her hands sliding up Sevika's chest to loop around her neck. She stretched up to press a soft, slightly chapped kiss to Sevika's lips. "You're so good to me."
"Someone's gotta be," Sevika grunted, but her hands tightened on Vi's waist, pulling her flush. The kiss deepened, Vi's tongue teasing Sevika's lower lip, a silent plea for more that Sevika always, always answered. She slid one hand up Vi's back, tangling in the short pink strands at her nape, holding her head exactly where she wanted it as she took control of the kiss, her tongue claiming Vi's mouth with a slow, possessive stroke.
They broke apart, panting lightly in the quiet room. Vi's eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "Don't suppose the champagne is for celebrating now?" she asked, her voice husky.
Sevika chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that vibrated through Vi's chest. "Plenty of time for that." She guided Vi backwards towards the king-sized bed, the mattress dipping invitingly as Vi's legs hit the side. "We got a whole night to kill before the main event."
Dinner was a greasy affair of pizza and wings, eaten straight from the boxes while they sprawled on the pristine white duvet. They drank cheap whiskey from hotel glasses, the burn a familiar comfort. They talked about nothing and everything—Sevika's latest job at the docks, the new tattoo artist Vi was thinking of apprenticing under, a dumb fight Vi had gotten into at a bar the week before. Sevika just listened, her expression fond, as she wiped a smear of tomato sauce from the corner of Vi's mouth with her thumb.
After, they put on some shitty pop station from the TV and danced in the middle of the room. Vi was a whirlwind of flailing limbs and off-key singing, her body loose and joyful from the alcohol. Sevika was a solid anchor, her movements economical but rhythmic, a small, genuine smile playing on her lips as she spun Vi around, catching her easily when she stumbled. They laughed, their bodies moving together in a clumsy, happy sort of harmony, the city lights painting them in shifting shades of gold and blue.
It was almost eleven-thirty when Vi, breathless and flushed, grabbed Sevika's hand. "C'mon. Let's go out there."
Sevika followed her onto the narrow balcony. The air was crisp, carrying the distant hum of a city ready to erupt in celebration. The iron railing was cold under Vi's hands as she leaned out, her gaze sweeping over the urban sprawl. "This is incredible," she murmured, her breath frosting in the air. "You can see everything."
Sevika stood behind her, not touching, just watching. Her own gaze was fixed on the curve of Vi's spine, the way her thin t-shirt clung to her shoulders, the vulnerable nape of her neck where her pink hair was shaved close to the skin. She felt a familiar, possessive heat pool in her gut. "Almost showtime," she said, her voice a low rumble.
Vi turned, her back pressed against the railing, and leaned up for a kiss. This one was different from the ones inside—slower, deeper, heavy with unspoken need. Her fingers fisted in the front of Sevika's shirt, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Sevika's hands slid down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her effortlessly. Vi yelped, her legs wrapping automatically around Sevika's waist, the hard, cold press of the railing against her lower back a sharp contrast to the warm, solid body holding her up.
"Here?" Vi breathed against her lips, a thrill shooting through her.
Sevika's response was a growl as she set Vi down, her hands already working at the button of Vi's jeans. "Here." She tugged the denim down Vi's hips, the worn fabric bunching around her knees. Vi shivered as the cold air hit her bare skin, her pussy already slick with anticipation. Sevika didn't waste a second. Her fingers traced the edge of Vi's simple cotton panties before hooking into the wet fabric and pulling it aside.
"You're already soaked for me," Sevika murmured, her thumb brushing over Vi's throbbing clit. The touch was light, almost teasing, and Vi's hips bucked, a needy whine escaping her lips.
"Always," Vi gasped, her hands braced on the iron railing behind her. She was completely exposed, thirty stories up, the entire city spread out below like a field of glittering jewels. Anyone could look up and see. Anyone could know. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Sevika's hands went to her own belt, the metallic clink loud in the quiet night. She freed the thick, black dildo from her pants, the harness already snug around her hips. The shaft jutted out, dark and commanding against the backdrop of the city lights. She spat on her hand, coating the silicone head with a rough, perfunctory slickness that made Vi's toes curl.
Then she was on Vi again, one hand gripping Vi's hip, the other guiding the blunt head of her dick to Vi's entrance. She didn't push in right away. She just held it there, the pressure a maddening promise against Vi's fluttering, wet folds. "You want it?" Sevika's voice was a low rasp against Vi's ear.
Vi was writhing, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Sevika, please... please, I want it. I want you."
That was all the permission Sevika needed. With a single, smooth thrust, she buried herself to the hilt. Vi cried out, her head falling back against the railing as the sudden, full stretch sent a shockwave of pleasure through her. Sevika set a punishing rhythm from the start, her hips snapping forward, the slap of their bodies loud and obscene in the open air. Each thrust drove the breath from Vi's lungs, the iron railing digging into her back, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and white behind her closed eyelids.
"Fuck, yes," Vi choked out, her fingers clutching at Sevika's shoulders, her nails digging into the leather of her jacket. "Harder. Fuck me harder."
Sevika obliged. She angled her hips, the thick head of her dick dragging against Vi's sensitive walls with every withdrawal, then punching deep with every thrust. She could feel the tight clench of Vi's pussy around the silicone, the wet heat pulling her in. She brought one hand up, wrapping it loosely around Vi's throat, just enough pressure to make her feel owned. Vi's response was instantaneous, a strangled moan as her body went pliant, her hips rolling to meet Sevika's every thrust.
"You love this, don't you?" Sevika growled, her breath hot against Vi's cheek. "Love being fucked out in the open where anyone could see. My pretty little slut, all spread out for me."
Vi could only whimper in response, her brain short-circuiting from the overwhelming stimulation. The cold night air on her heated skin, the unyielding press of the railing, the brutal, relentless pace of Sevika's hips, the dirty words rumbling in her ear—it was all too much. It was perfect. She could feel the coil of heat in her belly tightening, winding impossibly tight.
Sevika's other hand snaked between them, her fingers finding Vi's aching clit. She circled the swollen nub with practiced ease, her touch firm and unerring. Vi's whole body jolted, a high, keening sound tearing from her throat. The dual stimulation was too much. The world narrowed to the feel of Sevika's dick pounding into her and the calloused pad of her thumb working her clit.
"That's it, Vi," Sevika coaxed, her voice a low, dark promise. "Come for me. Let me feel you."
It was the permission she needed. The coil in her belly snapped. Vi's back arched, a silent scream tearing from her lungs as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clenched around the thick silicone buried inside her, wave after wave of bliss rolling through her. Her vision went white, her body trembling uncontrollably as Sevika fucked her through it, her thrusts never faltering.
And as the last shudder wracked Vi's body, the night sky exploded.
It started with a single, sharp crack, a starburst of crimson and gold that bloomed against the velvet darkness. Then another, and another, a symphony of light and sound that consumed the horizon. The city cheered as one, a collective roar of joy and release that rose up to meet them.
Vi, dazed and boneless, slumped against Sevika, her head resting on her shoulder. Sevika held her close, one arm wrapped securely around her waist, her other hand still stroking Vi's sweat-dampened hair. She watched the fireworks paint Vi's face in shifting hues of brilliant color—the sapphire blue of a chrysanthemum burst, the emerald green of a weeping willow, the shocking pink of a peony.
"Happy New Year, Vi," Sevika murmured, her lips brushing against Vi's temple.
Vi shifted, turning her head to capture Sevika's lips in a lazy, sated kiss. The fireworks continued to explode overhead, a deafening, beautiful spectacle. "Happy New Year, Sev," she whispered against her mouth. "Best one ever."
Sevika chuckled, a deep, contented sound. She slowly eased her dick out of Vi's oversensitive body, earning a soft whimper. She unclipped the harness, letting it fall to the balcony floor with a soft thud. "Think you can stand?"
Vi shook her head, a blissed-out smile on her face. "Nope. But I think I’m just fine on my knees. Go near the railing.”
Sevika raised a curious eyebrow but did as she was told, turning to brace her forearms on the cold iron railing, her back to the city. Vi shuffled forward on her knees, her jeans and underwear still tangled around her ankles. She reached up, her hands tracing Sevika's thighs before working at the fly of her jeans. With quick movements, Vi tugged the denim down, the fabric pooling at Sevika's ankles.
Without hesitation, Vi leaned in, her breath hot against Sevika's already wet pussy. Vi's tongue darted out for a slow, deliberate swipe through Sevika, earning a sharp gasp from her. Another firework exploded, silver light illuminating Vi's concentrated face.
Vi buried her face between Sevika's thighs, eating her out with single-minded intensity. Her tongue explored every inch of Sevika's hot, slick cunt—lapping, teasing, then circling her clit. Sevika's hips began to rock, her quiet moans nearly lost beneath the booming fireworks.
"Fuck, Vi... that's it," Sevika breathed, her head thrown back.
Vi responded by wrapping her lips around Sevika's throbbing clit, sucking hard as her tongue flicked relentlessly. She sank two fingers into Sevika's wet heat, curling to find that spot that made her knees weak. Vi fucked her with her fingers, her mouth working her clit in perfect rhythm.
Up on their balcony, there was only the wet sounds of Vi's mouth, Sevika's ragged breaths, and their pounding hearts. Sevika's control frayed as Vi drove her higher. Her hips bucked wildly, fucking herself on Vi's face.
Feeling Sevika's thighs trembling, Vi hollowed her cheeks, sucking deeper as her fingers pumped faster. "Vi! I'm... I'm gonna come," Sevika choked out.
Vi didn't let up, humming to send vibrations through Sevika's body. With a cry swallowed by the grand finale of fireworks, Sevika came, her body convulsing as her pussy clamped down on Vi's fingers. Vi held on, lapping gently as Sevika rode out her orgasm.
In the fading crackle of fireworks, Sevika turned to find Vi still on her knees, face glistening with a smug grin. She stroked Vi's cheek before pulling her to her feet. "Come here," she murmured hoarsely.
Vi went willingly into her arms, her head resting on Sevika's chest. After a moment, Sevika said softly, "Let's get you inside," and lifted Vi effortlessly, carrying her back to the hotel room. She deposited Vi on the bed before removing their remaining clothes and lighting a blunt they shared in comfortable silence.
When Sevika decided they had enough, she put out the blunt. Then, when Sevika saw the goosebumps across Vi’s chest, she said, "Come on, let's get under the covers." Vi complied, sliding under the plush comforter and burrowing into Sevika's side. Sevika's arm came around her, holding her close.
"Sevika?" Vi mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep.
"Hmm?"
"This was one of the better New Years I’ve had."
Sevika chuckled, tightening her arm. "Yeah, Vi. It was." As Vi's breathing evened out, Sevika lay awake, listening to the quiet rhythm of her breaths. She looked down at Vi's peaceful face, pulled her closer, and let the steady beat of her heart lull her to sleep.
“Sevika ends a conversation with Vi with her dick in Vi’s mouth.”
Sevika x Vi (wc: 2.4k)
Tags: butchxbutch, t4t, blow jobs, ejacuation, semi-rough sex, established friendship. use of the word dick.
A/N: another request from here! This is my first time writing anything like this so if anyone could give me tips I would love it! Enjoy!
The bass from Sevika's speakers was beating through her studio apartment, a thrum in the floorboards that vibrated up Vi's spine, setting the half-empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table humming. Sevika's place was a lair of organized chaos: boxing posters yellowed at the edges, weights collecting dust in a corner, a collection of vintage motorcycles gleaming under the streetlights that slanted through the blinds. It smelled like old leather, gun oil, and Sevika's cologne, something cinnamon and woody that made Vi's stomach clench.
"Bullshit," Vi snarled, slumping deeper into the worn leather couch. "He knew I had it covered. That rookie's lucky I didn't let him eat canvas."
Sevika just hummed, a low, gravelly sound from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over her chest. The black tank top she wore did nothing to hide the heavy swell of her biceps or the intricate lines of a tattoo that snaked up her human arm. She watched Vi, her grey washed eyes unreadable, taking in the stubborn set of her jaw, the way her cropped pink hair fell into her frustrated glare.
"You're too hard on them," Sevika finally said, her voice a rough counterpoint to the heavy guitar riff bleeding from the speakers.
Vi scoffed, tossing back the last of her whiskey. The burn was familiar, a cheap comfort. "Well I have to, dude. You weren't there, Sev. You didn't see him hesitate."
"No," Sevika agreed, pushing off the counter. She moved with a languid, indolent grace, all coiled muscle and simmering energy. She crossed the small living room in a couple strides, stopping right in front of Vi. The scent of her washed over Vi, richer up close. "I was here. Listening to you bitch about it for twenty minutes straight."
Vi tipped her head back to meet Sevika's gaze, a spark of defiance in her eyes. "Okay? What, you’re tired of hearing me? You gonna do something about it?"
The challenge hung in the air, thick and potent. Sevika's lips curved into a slow, sharp smirk. For a long moment, she said nothing, just looked down at Vi, her gaze lingering on Vi's mouth, on the pulse beating frantic in her throat. Then she reached out, her calloused fingers tilting Vi's chin up, forcing a little more eye contact.
"Yeah," she murmured, her voice dropping into that husky register that always did something stupid to Vi's insides. "I think I am."
She leaned down, and Vi's breath hitched. This was new. This was territory they'd always skirted around, a line chalked in the sand that neither had dared cross. Their friendship was a fortress of shared glares, sarcastic banter, and an unspoken understanding of each other's brand of fucked-up. But this... this was practically a battering ram at the gates.
The first kiss was nothing like Vi imagined. Sevika's plump lips were firm, demanding, tasting of whiskey and something uniquely her. Vi responded in kind, her hands flying up to fist in the front of Sevika's tank, yanking her down, closer. It was a clash of teeth and tongues, a messy, aggressive tangle of frustration and want. Vi bit Sevika's lower lip, hard, and Sevika groaned into her mouth, a sound that vibrated straight down to Vi's dick, already aching against the confines of her jeans.
"Fuck," Sevika gasped, pulling back just enough to breathe, her forehead resting against Vi's. Her thumb stroked over Vi's jaw, a surprisingly tender gesture after the assault of the kiss. "You're a pain in my ass."
"Right back at you," Vi shot back, but her voice was shaky, stripped of its usual toughness. Her hips jerked up, a silent, desperate plea.
Sevika's eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, flickered down to where Vi's body was arching off the couch. A wolfish grin spread across her face. "That what you want, Vi? Want me to shut you up for real?"
Vi's only answer was a choked-off noise as Sevika's other hand slid from the arm of the couch to her crotch, her palm pressing firmly against the rigid line of Vi's dick. The friction was intoxicating, even through the denim. Vi's head fell back, exposing the long, vulnerable line of her throat.
"Look at you," Sevika breathed, her voice a low rumble of approval. She squeezed, and Vi's entire body went taut as a bowstring. "All that bark, and you're just dying to be put on your leash."
A wave of heat washed over Vi, a mixture of humiliation and blistering arousal. She wanted to argue, to throw a punch, but all she could do was grind against Sevika's hand, her body betraying her mind with every twitch of her hips. Sevika's gaze was a physical weight, pinning her in place.
"Off the couch," Sevika commanded, pulling away so suddenly Vi felt the loss like a punch to the gut. She stood over her, a monolith of shadow and muscle, her own bulge straining the fabric of her joggers. "On your knees."
Vi's heart hammered against her ribs. This was it. The point of no return. She looked up at Sevika, at the confidence radiating from her, the way she stood there like she owned the world, and knew she was completely and utterly fucked. And she wanted it. Badly.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Vi slid off the couch, the worn denim of her jeans rasping against the cheap carpet. She looked up at Sevika from her new vantage point, the angle making Sevika seem even taller, even more imposing. The smirk on Sevika's face was pure, unadulterated arrogance, and it made Vi's dick throb.
"Good boy," Sevika purred, the words a dark caress. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her joggers, pushing them down just enough to free her dick. It sprang out, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Vi's mouth went dry.
Vi didn't need to be told twice. She leaned forward, her hands coming to rest on Sevika's powerful thighs, the muscles tensing under her touch. She stuck out her tongue, giving a slow, experimental lick to the head of Sevika's dick. The salty, musky taste exploded on her tongue, and she moaned, closing her lips around the tip and sucking gently.
Sevika's breath hitched, her hand flying to Vi's hair, her fingers tangling in the pink strands. She didn't push, just held on, her grip a silent promise of what was to come. Vi took more of her into her mouth, her jaw stretching to accommodate Sevika's impressive girth.
Vi's world narrowed to the weight of Sevika in her mouth, the taste of her skin, the low, guttural sounds she was making. She bobbed her head, her tongue swirling and teasing, her hands gripping Sevika's thighs for dear life. Sevika's hips began to move, a slow, shallow rhythm that matched Vi's movements, her dick hitting the back of Vi's throat with every thrust.
"Yeah," Sevika grunted, her voice mighty with pleasure. "Just like that. Take it."
Vi's own dick was a forgotten, aching presence, a desperate plea for attention that she ignored in favor of the heady power of giving Sevika pleasure. She could feel Sevika's control fraying, the careful composure she always wore like a second skin starting to crack. Vi wanted to be the one to shatter it completely.
She pulled back, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting her lips to the tip of Sevika's dick. She looked up, her eyes glassy with unshed tears, her lips swollen and slick. "You gonna come for me, Sev?" she rasped, her voice hoarse.
Sevika's eyes, dark and intense, stared down at her. "Not yet," she said, her voice a low growl. "Get on the bed."
Vi scrambled to her feet, her legs unsteady. She fumbled with the button on her jeans, her fingers clumsy with haste. Sevika watched her, her expression unreadable, as Vi shucked her clothes, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor. Vi's dick stood at attention, the head flushed a deep, angry red. She stood there, exposed and vulnerable, waiting for Sevika's next command.
"Turn around," Sevika said, her voice soft, but the authority in it was undeniable. "Bend over."
Vi did as she was told, her hands bracing against the foot of the bed. She could hear Sevika shedding her own clothes, the rustle of fabric, the thud of her boots hitting the floor. Then Sevika was behind her, her body a wall of heat against Vi's back. Sevika's dick slid between Vi's ass cheeks, not entering, just resting there, a heavy, solid promise.
"You have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?" Sevika murmured, her breath hot against Vi's ear.
Vi shivered, a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with the temperature. "Why didn't you?" she managed to ask, her voice barely a whisper.
"Because I was waiting for you to stop being a stubborn little shit," Sevika said, a quick laugh leaving her lips that brushed against the sensitive skin behind Vi's ear. "But I'm done waiting."
She reached around, her calloused fingers wrapping around Vi's dick. Vi gasped, her hips bucking into Sevika's touch. Sevika stroked her, her movements slow and deliberate, her other hand coming to rest on Vi's hip, holding her in place.
"You're so wet for me," Sevika observed, her thumb smearing pre-cum over the head of Vi's dick.
"Shut up," Vi panted, her fingers digging into the mattress.
Sevika chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent another shiver down Vi's spine. She released Vi's dick, and Vi had to bite back a whimper at the loss of contact. But then she felt Sevika's fingers, slick with her own arousal, probing at her entrance. Vi tensed, a disturbance of apprehension cutting through the haze of lust. She hadn't done this in a long, long time.
"Relax," Sevika said, her voice a low, soothing balm. "I've got you."
One finger slid inside, slow and careful. Vi sucked in a sharp breath, the stretch an unfamiliar burn. Sevika waited, giving her a moment to adjust, before she began to move, her finger gliding in and out with a practiced ease. She added another finger, scissoring them, stretching Vi open, preparing her for what was to come. All the while, her mechanical hand was stroking Vi's dick, her thumb teasing the slit, keeping her balanced on a razor's edge of pleasure.
"Please," Vi whimpered, her head hanging down between her shoulders.
"what?" Sevika asked, her fingers stilling their movements.
“Just...fuck me," Vi choked out, the words a raw confession. Sevika kissed Vi’s shoulder blade before she went to work.
She pulled her fingers out, leaving Vi feeling suddenly, achingly empty. Then she felt the blunt head of Sevika's dick pressing against her asshole. Sevika's hands came to rest on her hips, her grip firm and steady. She pushed inside, slow and steady, giving Vi time to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. Vi cried out, a broken, ragged sound, as Sevika filled her, inch by agonizing inch.
"Fuck, Vi," Sevika grunted, her hips finally flush against Vi's ass. "You feel so good."
She started to move, her rhythm slow at first, a deep, rolling motion that had Vi seeing stars. Every thrust hit that spot inside her, the one that made her toes curl and her dick leak a constant stream of pre-cum onto the sheets below. Sevika's hands tightened on her hips, her movements becoming more demanding, more forceful. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a lewd, percussive beat that mingled with their shared, ragged breaths.
"Harder," Vi gasped, pushing back to meet Sevika's thrusts. "Shit, harder."
Sevika obliged, her hips snapping forward, her dick plunging deep inside Vi. The world narrowed to the feeling of being taken, of being completely and utterly possessed by the woman behind her. Vi could feel her orgasm building, a tidal wave of pleasure gathering in her core, ready to crest and wash her away. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around her own dick, stroking in time with Sevika's thrusts.
"I'm close," she warned, her voice a breathy moan.
"Me too," Sevika grunted, her rhythm becoming erratic, her thrusts growing more urgent.
Vi came with a strangled cry, her back arching as she spilled herself all over her hand and the sheets beneath her. Her ass clenched tight around Sevika's dick, and that was all it took. Sevika followed her over the edge with a low, guttural groan, her hips pumping erratically as she filled Vi with her cum.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Sevika collapsed on top of Vi, her weight a grounding Vi with just enough pressure. Vi could feel Sevika's heart hammering against her back, a frantic rhythm that mirrored her own.
Sevika rolled off her, and Vi mourned the loss of contact. She turned her head, her gaze finding Sevika's. Sevika was lying on her side, her dark hair a mess against the pillow, her face flushed. She looked...soft. Younger. The hard edges of her usual demeanor were gone, replaced by a sated, lazy contentment that made Vi's chest ache.
"So," Vi said, her voice hoarse. "We fucked."
Sevika huffed out a laugh, a small, private smile playing on her lips. "Yeah. We did."
Vi shifted, turning onto her side to face her. The movement sent a dull ache through her ass, a pleasant reminder of what they'd just done. "You okay?"
Sevika reached out, her fingers tracing a path down Vi's arm. "Never better." Her gaze was intense, her dark eyes searching Vi's. "You?"
Vi didn't answer with words. Instead, she leaned in, closing the small distance between them. The kiss was different this time. It was soft, slow, a gentle exploration of lips and tongues. There was no aggression, no challenge, just a quiet, undeniable tenderness that felt more intimate than anything they'd just done.
When they finally pulled apart, Vi rested her forehead against Sevika's. The air between them was charged with a new kind of energy, something fragile and precious. Vi was scared to breathe, scared to break the spell.
"What now?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Sevika's arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer. Her body was a solid, comforting warmth against Vi's. "Now," she said, her lips brushing against Vi's temple. "We sleep."
Vi wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't that. She closed her eyes, letting the steady beat of Sevika's heart lull her into a sleep that was deep and dreamless, the first one she'd had in months.
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The first thing Sevika registered was warmth. Not the gentle, ambient heat of their apartment, but a pointed, deliberate pressure that bloomed between her legs. She came awake in stages, like surfacing from deep water. The predawn light was a bruised purple at the edges of the blinds, casting familiar geometric patterns across the rumpled sheets.
And Vi was already awake, of course. A restless, impossible creature. Sevika could feel her girlfriend’s smaller, yet strong body curled against her back, one arm thrown possessively over Sevika’s hip. But the real focus was down below. Vi’s fingers, calloused from her workshop but nimble as a pickpocket’s, were tracing idle circles through the damp cotton of Sevika’s sleep shorts.
“Jesus Vi, I haven’t even woken up,” Sevika’s voice was a gravelly rumble, still thick with sleep. She didn't open her eyes, just let her head fall back against the pillow.
Vi’s breath was a puff of hot air against the nape of her neck. “So? I wanted to,” A thumb pressed down, firmer this time, right over her clit through the fabric. “Besides, you were making noise in your sleep. Moaning. Thought you might want help with that.”
A low chuckle vibrated in Sevika’s chest. “Don’t flatter yourself, kid. I was probably dreaming about kicking your ass at pool again.”
“Mmm…no,” Vi’s other hand snaked around, slipping under the hem of Sevika’s shirt to find the soft, supple weight of her breast. She palmed it, rolling the nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it pebbled against her palm. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, pure honey and gravel. “You were making these pretty little sounds. The ones you make when I’m eating you out and you’re trying not to beg.”
Sevika’s breath hitched. Goddamn her. Vi knew every button, every trigger, every weak point. The confidence she had was irritating as hell, and it also made Sevika’s pussy clench with a helpless, immediate want. She hated how easily Vi could unravel her. She was unlike any of her previous partners.
“Okay, fine then. Keep going.” Sevika challenged, finally rolling onto her back to face her. The move was deliberate, a concession. An invitation.
Vi’s grin was a slash of white in the dim light. “Of course, Sev.”
In one fluid motion, Vi straddled her, settling her weight over Sevika’s hips. Her thighs, powerful and corded with muscle, bracketed Sevika’s body. She was all wiry strength above her, pink hair a messy halo around her sharp yet soft, beautiful face. She ducked her head, and Sevika met her halfway, their mouths finding the other.
Sevika’s hands came up to grip Vi’s ass, pulling her down harder, grinding her hips up in a slow, dirty circle. The friction was delicious, the thin fabric of their shorts doing nothing to mute the heat or the growing slickness between Sevika’s own thighs. The sunlight seeping through blinds decorated their lazy body’s wrapped around bundled covers, the birds outside chirping a relaxing record for them. They continued to move against each other, their tease irresistible for both of them.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Vi gasped against her lips, pulling back just enough to look at her. Her eyes, usually a vibrant blue, were dark and hazy with lust. “Show me how much you want it.” She braced her hands on the headboard, caging Sevika in.
Vi didn’t wait for an answer, though. She shifted back, her deft fingers hooking into the waistband of Sevika’s shorts. Sevika lifted her hips, an easy, practiced motion, and Vi peeled the damp cotton down her legs, tossing them carelessly over the side of the bed.
The cool morning air kissed Sevika’s slick pussy, making her shiver. Vi’s gaze was a physical weight, hot and possessive. She took her time looking, dragging her eyes over the dark thatch of hair, the flushed, swollen lips of Sevika’s cunt. “Fuck, Sev. You’re dripping already.”
Then Vi was on her, her mouth replacing her fingers with a shocking, wet heat. No teasing, no preamble. She sealed her lips over Sevika’s clit and sucked.
A choked sound tore from Sevika’s throat. Her back arched off the mattress, her fingers tangling in Vi’s pink hair, gripping hard enough to make the other woman grunt. Vi didn’t let up. She worked Sevika’s clit with the flat of her tongue, then the tip, alternating between broad, firm strokes and tight, fast flicks. Her hands spread Sevika’s thighs wide, holding her open, completely exposed. The sounds were obscene—the wet, rhythmic slurping of Vi’s mouth, Sevika’s ragged breaths, the creak of the bedframe.
Sevika let her head fall back, losing herself in the pleasure. The girl was good. Insanely good. But she was forgetting one thing.
“Fingers,” Sevika commanded, her voice strained but unwavering. “Now.”
Vi lifted her head, her chin and lips glistening with Sevika’s arousal. A smirk played on her lips. She purposely hesitated, tilting her head to the left. “Say please?”
“Don’t push your luck, Vi.” The warning was clear.
The smirk widened, but she obeyed. Two slender, calloused fingers slid inside Sevika with no resistance. Her pussy swallowed them greedily, clamping down tight. Vi set a merciless rhythm, curling her fingertips just so to press against that sensitive spot on her front wall while her tongue returned to its assault on her clit.
It was a perfect, coordinated attack. Too perfect. Sevika felt the coil tightening in her belly, the familiar, blinding edge of release approaching. Not yet.
“Stop,” she breathed.
Vi’s movements stilled instantly. She looked up, a flash of confusion and challenge in her eyes. She didn’t pull her fingers out, just held them there, a deep, potent pressure inside Sevika’s cunt. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” Sevika’s hand tightened in Vi’s pinkishhair, pulling her head up, forcing her to meet Sevika’s gaze. Vi’s lips were coated in her wetness. “I’m telling you when I come. Got it?”
Understanding, followed by a grin, dawned on Vi’s face. “Yeah,” she breathed, the word puffing against Sevika’s core. “Got it.”
“Good. Now keep going. But slower.”
Vi obeyed, but the pace she set was absolutely calculated torture. Her fingers withdrew almost completely before gliding back in, a slow, deliberate drag that made Sevika’s toes curl. Her tongue lapped at Sevika’s clit in long, lazy strokes, savoring the taste. Every thrust, every flick of her tongue was a question, and Sevika was the one holding the answer if she liked it or loved it. She dictated the rhythm with the tug of Vi’s hair, the roll of her hips, the quiet sighs of approval or the sharp intake of breath that meant ‘more, faster, now.’
Vi’s free hand roamed, mapping the terrain of Sevika’s body. She stroked the strong muscles of Sevika’s inner thighs, scraped her nails lightly over the sensitive brown skin of her hips. She kneaded the flesh of Sevika’s ass, pulling her closer, deeper.
Time seemed to warp and stretch, defined only by the steady build of pleasure. Sevika closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations—the wet heat of Vi’s mouth, the fullness of her fingers, the growing tension winding tighter and tighter in her core. She could feel Vi’s own arousal in the way she shifted her hips, in the desperate little sounds she made in the back of her throat as she ate Sevika out with single-minded devotion.
“Another finger,” Sevika demanded, her voice hoarse.
Vi added a third, stretching her wide. The stretch was a perfect, sweet ache, and Sevika rocked her hips down to meet each thrust, taking Vi’s fingers deeper. The pressure against her inner walls was immense, and Vi’s tongue was flicking relentlessly at her clit now, no longer slow and lazy but focused and fast. She was waiting for the signal. For permission.
The coil snapped. “Don’t stop,” Sevika gasped, her thighs trembling. “Right there, fuck, Vi—don’t stop—”
Vi doubled down, sucking hard on her clit, her fingers pumping into her at that same demanding pace, hitting that spot over and over until Sevika’s vision went white. Her orgasm tore through her, a violent, shuddering wave that started in her clit and radiated through her entire body. Her back bowed off the bed, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as her cunt spasmed around Vi’s fingers, a gush of wetness flooding the other woman’s hand.
Vi worked her through it, milking every last aftershock until Sevika’s body went limp, boneless against the mattress, a fine sheen of sweat cooling on her skin. She felt drunk, deliciously wrecked.
Finally, Vi released her. She gently withdrew her fingers, but not before giving one last, slow lick to clean up the mess she’d made. Vi crawled back up Sevika’s body, her face flushed and triumphant. She collapsed onto her side, propping her head up on her hand.
Despite their morning breath, they kissed again—slow, deep, and tasting of Sevika. Vi slipped her tongue into Sevika’s mouth, letting her taste herself, a move that was both possessive and intimate.
“Look at you,” Vi murmured, her thumb stroking Sevika’s cheek. “All fucked out.”
A lazy, satisfied smile played on Sevika’s lips. Her own hand drifted down, finding the hem of Vi’s sleep-shorts. Her fingers ghosted over the damp patch at the crotch, feeling the heat radiating from Vi’s own neglected pussy. “Let me,” Sevika rasped, her voice still thick with post-orgasm bliss. She was ready to return the favor, to spend the next hour making Vi see stars.
But Vi caught Sevika's wrist, kissing it softly. "Don't worry about it," she said with affectionate smugness. "I'll get mine later."
Sevika's brow furrowed in confusion as Vi rolled on top of her, pinning one wrist above her head. Vi's free hand slid down Sevika's body, fingers tracing light lines until they found her wet folds again. It was not to fuck her, but to explore, to remind her who belonged to whom. Vi's index finger slipped through cum-slick folds, circling Sevika's clit without quite touching. The slow, possessive reclamation sent warm pleasure through Sevika's veins.
They kissed deeply, languidly, Vi tasting of Sevika's release and coffee. Vi's fingers continued their unhurried exploration, mapping every contour just because she could. Just as Sevika's hips began seeking more pressure, an alarm peered through their coordinated intimacy.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Vi froze, nose wrinkling. "Fucking…ugh.”
Sevika groaned, silencing the 7:00 AM alarm. The magical bubble of their bed had popped, letting in work reality.
Vi rolled off with a huff. "So stupid… worst timing ever."
Sevika propped herself up, gaze dropping to the damp patch on Vi's shorts. "Later," she promised, voice serious. Sevikas hand curled around Vi’s neck, her thumb caressing her cheek. “When I get home, I’ll get you back."
Vi captured her thumb, sucking it. "You better not be late, then. Because I wanted to do a lot more to you.”
Sevika leaned in for a hard quick kiss that was a pact sealed with plump lips. "I’ll make sure, baby. "
Reluctantly, she threw off the covers and stood, feeling Vi's appreciative gaze on her naked form. "Like what you see?"
"Always," Vi replied. She found a shirt on the floor—unsure if it was hers or Sevikas—and began putting it on. “But I'll like it more tonight when it's pinned under me."
Sevika chuckled, walking toward the bathroom with Vi's eyes on her—a palpable promise of what would happen the second she returned home.
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Vi’s fumbling with the keys became a series of metallic bangs against the deadbolt. Each clang was a fresh assault on Sevika’s ears, a percussive prelude to the inevitable chaos she knew was about to stumble through the door. She sighed, the sound lost in the low rumble of the documentary playing on the television, and pushed herself up from the deep groove she’d worn into the couch cushions.
The door finally flew inward, crashing against the stopper with a thud that rattled the picture frames on the wall. Vi stood there, a silhouette against the hallway light, swaying like a sapling in a high wind. Her clothes were askew, a faint, boozy sweetness emanating from her in a cloud.
“Sevika,” Vi slurred, her voice a husky, needy whine. “Home.”
“I noticed,” Sevika said, her own voice a low, amused rumble. She crossed the room in a few long strides, her presence immediately commanding the space. Vi squinted, trying to focus, before pitching forward with a soft grunt. Sevika’s arms shot out, catching her effortlessly, one strong hand splayed across Vi’s lower back.
“Whoa there, champ. Had a good time?” Sevika’s breath was warm against Vi’s ear, smelling faintly of the vodka she threw back at the party she’d been to.
Vi melted against her, a dead weight that Sevika supported with easy strength. The younger woman buried her face in Sevika’s neck, inhaling her scent—a mix of clean linen, leather, and that unique musk that was all Sevika. “Mmm. ‘S okay,” she mumbled into the skin. “Missed you. Lazy, Sevika.”
A huff of laughter from Sevika. “Yeah? And who’s the one who can’t even unlock a door right now?”
“S’not the point,” Vi whined, her hands scrabbling weakly at Sevika’s shirt, trying to pull her closer. “I’m tired. ‘Nd I feel… sticky.” She rubbed her thighs together, a blatant, clumsy signal that made Sevika’s smirk widen.
“Sticky, huh?” Sevika’s voice dropped an octave, turning into a purr that vibrated through Vi’s entire body. She shifted her grip, hooking one arm behind Vi’s knees and the other around her back, lifting her with a grunt of exertion that was more for show than necessity. Vi gave a surprised yelp, her arms automatically looping around Sevika’s neck.
“You’re such a baby,” Sevika murmured, carrying her toward the bedroom like she weighed nothing. Vi’s head lolled against her shoulder, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin there.
“Your baby,” Vi breathed out, the words slurred but imbued with a desperate, needy honesty. “Mommy.”
The single word hit Sevika like a brick thrown at her face. Her steps faltered for just a second, her jaw clenching. She kicked the bedroom door open, the hard bang of it against the wall making Vi flinch. Sevika didn’t bother with the light, navigating the familiar space by memory. She dumped Vi unceremoniously onto the bed, where she bounced with a soft oof.
Vi sprawled on the duvet, a beautiful, messy picture of desire. She blinked up at Sevika, her eyes wide and glassy. “Please,” she whispered, her hands already fumbling with the button of her own jeans. “Please, Mommy. I want you.”
Sevika stood over her, a dark silhouette against the moonlight filtering through the blinds. She stripped off her own shirt, the muscles in her back and arms flexing with the motion. “Look at you,” she said, her voice rough. “Can’t even undress yourself properly.” She knelt on the bed, caging Vi in with her powerful frame. “Such a lazy girl. Always needing me to clean up your messes.”
Vi whimpered, arching her back. “Yes. Please, Mommy. Clean me up.”
Sevika’s hands were firm and sure as they batted Vi’s fumbling fingers away. She made quick work of the button and zipper, yanking the tight denim down Vi’s legs. The panties followed, a scrap of black lace that was already damp. Sevika tossed them aside, her gaze dark and hungry as it roamed over Vi’s exposed body.
“So wet for me,” Sevika growled, her fingers tracing the slick folds of Vi’s pussy. Vi gasped, her hips bucking up to meet the touch. “Did you think about me at your party? Did you get all worked up knowing I’d be here waiting for you?”
“All the time,” Vi panted. “Only ever think about you.”
“Good girl.” Sevika leaned down, her breath hot against Vi’s ear. “Now, let Mommy take care of this mess you’ve made.”
She didn’t waste any more time. Sevika settled between Vi’s thighs, her shoulders pushing them wider apart. She looked up at Vi for a heartbeat, her expression a mixture of adoration and raw, primal lust, before she dove in.
Her tongue was hot and firm, lapping at Vi’s clit in broad, confident strokes. Vi cried out, her hands flying to Sevika’s hair, her fingers tangling in the dark strands. Sevika didn’t tease. She knew exactly what Vi needed after a night like this—hard, fast, and relentless. She sealed her lips around the sensitive nub and sucked, her tongue flicking against it in a maddening rhythm.
Vi’s world narrowed to the hot, wet pressure between her legs. Sevika’s name was a broken chant on her lips, a litany of “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy” that seemed to spur the other woman on. Sevika growled against her flesh, the vibration sending jolts of electricity up Vi’s spine. She slid two fingers deep into Vi’s soaked pussy, curling them just right to hit that spot that Vi made sure to show Sevika she loved.
“Fuck, Sevika! Yes, keep going… ple, please,” Vi babbled, her hips grinding frantically against Sevika’s face.
Sevika obliged, picking up the pace, her fingers pumping in and out while her mouth worked magic on her clit. The wet, obscene sounds of her ministrations filled the room, mingling with Vi’s desperate cries. Vi could feel the pressure building, a tight coil in her belly that threatened to snap. Her thighs began to shake, her breath hitching in ragged sobs.
“Gonna come, Mommy, I’m gonna—”
Her words dissolved into a high-pitched keen as the orgasm tore through her. Her back arched off the bed, her toes curling, her entire body convulsing with the force of it. Sevika didn’t let up, continuing to fuck her through it, drinking down everything Vi had to offer. And then Vi was coming again, a gush of fluid that soaked Sevika’s face and the sheets beneath them.
Sevika pulled back, her chin and chest glistening. She wiped a hand across her mouth, a feral grin on her face. “Messy girl,” she purred. “Now look what you’ve done.”
Vi lay boneless, panting heavily, her limbs too weak to move. She blinked up at Sevika, her vision blurry with tears and the remnants of her orgasm. She felt empty, aching for more.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Mommy, I need your dick.”
Sevika’s grin widened. “Where’s the last place I put it? In the top drawer with the spare batteries?” She rolled off the bed, her movements fluid and powerful. Vi watched her, her breath catching in her throat as Sevika stripped off her remaining clothes, revealing the strong, muscular lines of her body. She was a predator, beautiful and deadly, and Vi had never wanted anyone more.
Sevika rummaged in the nightstand, her back to Vi. The soft click of a latch, then the low, satisfied hum of a motor coming to life. She turned back, the strapon in her hand, its purple silicone dick jutting out from the cotton boxers it was attached to. She stepped into it, confirming it was secure with practiced ease, her eyes never leaving Vi’s.
“Is this what you were looking for, baby?” Sevika asked, her voice a low growl. She gave the dick a few lazy strokes, the motion hypnotic.
Vi nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She spread her legs wider in invitation, a silent plea. Sevika crawled back onto the bed, the dildo bobbing between her legs. She positioned herself over Vi, her forearms braced on either side of her head.
“You’re so lazy,” Sevika murmured, her lips brushing against Vi’s. “Can’t even be bothered to get yourself off. You need Mommy to do everything for you.”
“Please,” Vi whimpered, arching her hips up. “Please, Mommy, fuck me.”
Sevika didn’t need any more encouragement. She reached down between them, guiding the head of the strapon to Vi’s entrance. She rubbed it against her slick folds, coating it in her wetness, before pushing inside with a slow, deliberate thrust.
Vi gasped as the thick dick stretched her, the familiar, welcome burn making her toes curl. Sevika paused for a moment, letting her adjust, before pulling back and thrusting in again, deeper this time. She set a deep punishing pace, her hips snapping forward with a rhythm that stole the air from Vi’s lungs. Slow slide in, a curl, thrust, then slowly back out. It was driving Vi exceptionally crazy.
“You take it so good,” Sevika panted, her brow furrowed in concentration. “Such a good girl for Mommy.”
Vi could only moan in response, her hands scrabbling at Sevika’s back, her nails leaving red welts in their wake. She met Sevika thrust for thrust, her body moving on pure instinct. The drag of the dildo against her walls, the way Sevika’s clit grinding against the base of the harness sent sparks of sweetness through her bloodstream—it was overwhelming, all-consuming.
“Harder,” Vi gasped out. “Please, Mommy, harder.”
Sevika let out an airy laugh, her movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. She shifted her weight, grabbing Vi’s legs and hooking them over her shoulders. The new angle allowed her to go deeper, and Vi cried out as the head of the strapon battered against the sweets spots in her core.
“Is that what you wanted?” Sevika demanded, her voice rough. “Is that deep enough for you, you lazy girl?”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Vi sobbed, her body trembling on the verge of another orgasm. She was so close, so fucking close. The coil in her stomach was tightening again, threatening to snap.
Sevika reached down, her thumb finding Vi’s clit. She rubbed it in tight, fast circles, the added stimulation sending Vi over the edge. Her body bucked when she tried to let out a silent scream, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on the strapon.
“Seh…Sevika—M’ gonna…” Vi stammered, her words catching in her throat as the wave of pleasure crested.
“Let go for me, baby,” Sevika coaxed, her thumb never ceasing its maddening rhythm. “Come for Mommy. Make a mess all over my dick.”
And Vi did. A gush of fluid shot from her, soaking the sheets and Sevika’s thighs. Sevika groaned, the sight and sound of Vi’s release pushing her closer to her own peak. She could feel the harness grinding against her clit with every thrust, the pressure building, building, building until—
She came with a cry, her body shuddering as the orgasm washed over her. Another sputter of wetness gushed from Vi as Sevika’s hips jerked uncontrollably. Her toes curled so tight, Sevika used her fingers to make them relax so she wouldn’t get cramps.
“Ahh, that’s it baby. There you go. Come for your mommy, keep squirting for me,” Sevika panted.
For a long moment, they were just two bodies tangled in the sheets, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the slowing beat of their hearts. Sevika carefully pulled out, the strapon sliding out of Vi with a wet squelch. She collapsed onto the bed beside her, her arm thrown over Vi’s waist.
Vi turned her head, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with sated exhaustion. She looked a mess—her makeup was smudged, her hair was a tangled halo around her head, and her cheeks were flushed a deep, mottled red. Sevika thought she had never looked more beautiful.
“You okay?” Sevika asked, her voice a low, husky whisper.
Vi hummed in response, a contented sound that rumbled in her chest. She snuggled closer, burrowing into the warmth of Sevika’s side. “Mhm. Better now.”
Sevika chuckled, a deep, throaty sound. “You’re a handful when you’re drunk. I had to withstand your alcohol breath this whole time. ”
“S’your fault,” Vi mumbled, her words slurring together again, the post-orgasmic haze combining with the last dregs of vodka. “You’re… you’re too good at this.”
“It’s a tough job,” Sevika said, her tone wry. “But somebody’s gotta do it.” She pressed a soft kiss to Vi’s temple, her lips lingering on the heated skin. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up before you fall asleep in this mess.”
Vi protested with a weak whine, but she allowed Sevika to maneuver her off the bed. She was unsteady on her feet, her legs trembling with the effort of holding her up. Sevika wrapped a strong arm around her waist, half-carrying, half-dragging her into the bathroom.
She sat Vi down on the closed lid of the toilet and turned on the shower, the water hissing against the tile. While the room filled with steam, Sevika quickly shed the strapon harness, dropping it onto the bathmat with a soft thud.
“Stay,” she commanded, pointing a finger at Vi, who just blinked up at her owlishly.
Sevika stepped into the shower, the hot water sluicing over her body, washing away the sweat and Vi’s release. She tilted her head back, letting the spray hit her face, the heat seeping into her tired muscles. She felt Vi’s eyes on her, a heavy, appreciative gaze.
“You gonna join me, or are you just gonna watch?” Sevika asked, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Not yet. I have to piss. Then maybe throw up,” Vi responded with a dopey grin. Sevika just rolled her eyes but didn’t press the issue. She took her time, lathering her body with soap, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla filling the small room.
When she was done, she stepped out, wrapping a towel around her body before another one around her hair. Vi was still sitting on the toilet, but now she was slumped forward, her head resting on her knees. She looked pale and utterly spent.
“Hey,” Sevika said softly, kneeling in front of her. “You okay?”
“Mmm,” Vi hummed. “Jus’ tired. And my head hurts.”
“You need water?” Sevika asked, her brow furrowed with concern. Vi nodded. Sevika helped her up, guiding her back to the bedroom and settling her onto the edge of the bed. She went to the kitchen, returning with a large glass of water and two painkillers.
“Here,” she said, pressing them into Vi’s hand. “Take these.”
Vi obediently swallowed the pills and drank half the glass of water in one go. Sevika took the glass from her and set it on the nightstand. She then went about the business of cleaning up the mess they’d made, stripping the wet sheets and tossing them into the laundry basket. Vi watched her through half-lidded eyes, a small, contented smile on her face.
“You’re so good to me,” Vi mumbled, as Sevika returned with fresh linens.
“Yeah, well,” Sevika said, her back to Vi as she tucked in the fitted sheet. “I’d never want to stop.” She turned, her expression unreadable. “You keep my life interesting. Sometimes not in a good way. ”
“But you love me,” Vi said, her voice a sleepy, confident statement. “…right?” she finished, her voice no longer as confident.
Sevika paused, her hands stilling on the blanket. She looked at Vi, at her dazed, sated expression, at the way her hair was falling into her eyes. She looked so young, so vulnerable, and Sevika felt a surge of affection so fierce it almost took her breath away.
Do you write caitvi? If so, would you be willing to write a fic where cait and sevika competitively take turns railing Vi’s brains out? (If not no worries)
Don’t worry, I already wrote it! It was very fun 🙃 your request was written here! Enjoyyy
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Could you do a butch for butch sevikaxvi? Vi could still be submissive but could they both be Gip, maybe friends to lovers or established relationship!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/Vi (League of Legends)
Characters: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Isha (Arcane: League of Legends)
Additional Tags: ViVika Fluffmas 25, Sevika plays guitar, Volunteer Work, partial songfic
Series: Part 2 of ViVika Fluffmas 2025
Summary:
“Hey, Vika..” Violet called out as she sat on the kitchen counter. “What are some traditions your family has done for Christmas?” she asked.
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Day 3 of ViVika Fluffmas 2025
