etherembers

[etherembers]

asf we need more people putting sevika in her rightful place 🙏 submissive doesnt mean complacent imo

I need to see more sevika x reader content having reader be a bitch to sevika bc wdym she's screaming at me snapping at me being emotionally unavailable with me and I'm just LAUGHING it off?? PLACATING her?? MOVING ON WITHOUT AN APOLOGY?? 😃😃

[etherembers]

Sevika x fem Heartburn

omg hii first post on here, nsfw post so minors dni, praise kink, cunnilingus, pet names, slvt used, no y/n used.. begrudging enemies to lovers (I fuckinf love this trope not sorry,,)

This one’s a long one so brace yourself girlies <3

Requests open!

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You had found your way at The Last Drop, as per Silco’s demand. He was abroad, yet he requested you look after Sevika, even despite your protests and nags that she was grown and more than capable of taking care of herself. He simply said he was worried about her and her alcohol habit; as it was a particularly stressful time for her, for reasons he didn’t disclose. You showed the guards your ID, pushing the doors open as you wandered in. There she was.

Sevika sat, her dark lips slightly ajar as she held her cards to her chest, deep in calculating thought. A cigarette sat befittingly between her gaped lips, plumes of smoke billowing from its lit bud, forming around her face. She sucked her teeth, making her next move, her metal arm creaking with effort as she moved forward. The muscles in her waist flexed with force, an almost imperceptible exhale of air leaving her parted lips.

The smell of whiskey and cheap alcohol filled the air, as well as the scent of old cards and cigar smoke. Her thoughts were on anything but her mission tomorrow; taking swigs of some putrid, fermented smelling alcohol from her canteen. She wiped a slick of snot with the back of her hand, dealing cards for another round with a flourish. It served her no good, sitting at a table with men she considered to be below her, in a place where she never saw any of the faces inside— outside, of it. You happened to be sitting at a table adjacent to her, simply observing her in her element.

She threw a handful of dice on the table, taking an instinctive swig from her canteen, almost to soothe her growing anticipation. The alcohol burned pleasantly down her throat, her big fingers clasping around the lid. She almost closed it, but stopped. She made her move, her brow raising imperceptibly as she worked effortlessly; strategically, to weigh her odds. She jingled the metallic dice melodically in her palm, throwing them on the table with calculated ease.

“Do none of you actually know how to play this game?” She said, in a deep, mocking tone, smirking as she took a puff from her cigar, sitting back in the booth. She smirked egotistically as the men at her seat cursed under their breath, pausing her amused expression to gaze down at her now empty canteen. When the men decided to take a break, recuperating their losses, she sauntered over to the bar, putting the canteen that reeked of booze on the counter.

“Could you fill me up, Theriam?” She asked, more like a demand. Her words were sluggish and drunken, her right hand moving to finger her thigh, pulling a couple of silver coins out. She unfurled her palm, the coins unsticking from her sweaty palm at different paces. She didn’t bother to count, only watched patiently and eagerly as her container was filled with ‘the good stuff’ as she calls it. She took a deep breath from her cigarette.

Her eyebrows lifted pleasantly as her grey eyes lit up, the bartender slammimg the full canteen on the counter. She slumped off of the seat, wandering back to her chair. She was a couple of hours in and another canteen deep when she didn’t seem to notice the footsteps approaching her booth, the men’s energy at the table dissipating for a moment. She gave a weak gaze upward, her eyes trailing up your body, her realizing eyes shifting away as she took a puff of her cigarette. The very sight of you was sobering, as she put her cigarette out.

“And I had just, just forgotten that I had a meeting tomorrow.” She said, almost missing the person she was before you had walked in the room.

“I was initially going to sit and have a drink with you, but it seems like you’ve had enough of.. Drinking. You look like a violent drunk.” The guys at her table oohed and ahhed at your comment, indirectly fueling your ego. You eyeball her hunched over demeanor, nostrils burning from the smell of alcohol. The alcohol only served to exacerbate her now serious, almost primal expression. “No, I’m not interested in a hooker. He might be though,” She chuckled, nudging the guy to her far left with her mechanical elbow.

Her tactless joke was met with a look of irritation, your jaw tightening. Despite her joke she sat up, her shoulder tightening as she gave a serious expression. “You don’t get to decide that.” She said, shaking her head. She seemed to tighten her act up around you though, despite her dumb joke, and you’re unsure to be insulted at her suddenly not having fun now that you’re there, or to admire how quickly she was able to gather herself professionally, if a little bit.

“What do you want? Besides to insult me.” She said, flexing her mechanical arm as she listens to the familiar hum and hiss as it whirred, putting her metal hand on the worn couch below her. She lit a cigarette almost as quickly as she put the other one out, flicking her lighter open with a calculatingly fluid movement. “I never insulted you.” You said, folding your arms with a look of disbelief on your expression. “But you’ve obviously had enough to drink.”

Sevika coughed, her eyes widening for a moment before her face darkened into a slight scowl, closing her eyes to gather herself for a second. “What’s so wrong about me letting loose before a tedious meeting? You sound like Silco.” She scoffed, a grin of disbelief on her face as she took a relaxed puff from her cigarette. Her leisure and casual comparison served to make your blood boil. It wasn’t just some lackey meeting; they were going to meet with the chem barons, and other influential Zaun figures who were interested in investing their shares into shimmer. You blinked hard, Sevika’s relaxed state driving you mad.

“I won’t take personal offense by that, I know how drunk you are.” You said, leaning against the curved wall that served to offer the gambling group some privacy and seclusion from the bar. She looked up at you with an unfamiliar gaze. One that threatened to wander lower, her expression hardening.

“What do you want from me?” She said finally, her eyes shifting away again. Her comment surprised you, almost as much as it pissed you off. You shifted your weight to your other foot, your shoulders instinctively moving up as though to shield yourself from the men talking amongst themselves in front of you. You leaned down to Sevika, your gaze low.

“I want you to stop drinking that foul smelling alcohol and get your shit together.” You said, your assertiveness almost making Sevika choke on the swig she’d taken from her canteen. You and Sevika never really ‘got along’ so to speak, only doing Silco’s dirty work and cleaning up Jinx’s messes when prompted to do so. A couple of henchwomen bound together simply by the same purpose; to serve Silco. You worked your butts off some nights together, only exchanging very minimal grunts of ‘thank yous’ and unspoken nods of affirmation from Sevika when you genuinely tried to talk to her. This was your first, real conversation outside of work matters, and it was like you were an afterthought to Sevika. Her calculating grin and stupidly lax, drunken state served to irritate you further. Without trying, Sevika had gotten under your skin with her reckless gambling habit and disgusting alcoholism suddenly.

Before you realized it, you had gone into deep thought about Sevika, your expression undermining just how pissed about it you were. The audacity Sevika had to pretend like you haven’t spent days out on the field delivering messages and goods for Silco together made your teeth grit, your jaw surging with anger. When Sevika had reached her arm up to take a sip of her drink as second nature, it was like time slowed. Before you knew it, your body acted out of its own nature, jerking and smacking the canteen out of Sevika’s hand, the bottle flying up as it spilled its content across the men, each of them flinching and clamoring with an upset groan.

The bar went silent with collective looks of shock, the container colliding with the ground as it rolled away. Sevika pounded a clenched fist into the table, standing up as her gaze snapped to you. You looked just as shocked for what happened, when it was quickly replaced with a feeling of confidence, a wry but small smirk playing at your lips as you observed her serious expression. She stepped to you, but you were distracted. Something about hearing the bottle hit the floor was oh so satisfying.

“What’s the fucking matter with you? Waltzing in here like you know me, watching me from the sidelines, before demanding I sober up?” She said, her tone gruff and serious as she clenched her jaw. “You think I didn’t notice you lurking?” She growled, her breath reeking of alcohol as a burp burns up her throat, dissipating it at the side of her mouth.

You were shocked that she was even sober enough to perceive you across the room, let alone among the crowd. “—So don’t act all buddy buddy with me. We aren’t close enough for that.” She said, pinning your shoulder to the wall with a primal edge that made your spine shudder. You simply returned her gaze with a scoff, your arms still folded protectively over your chest, your head tilting slightly. She unpinned you, walking to the dumped canteen with a drunken stupor, picking it up. As she did, she made deep eye contact with you, the world pausing for a moment as she stared at you with that intensity, like she was sizing you up as prey or a predator.

You caught her with the same gaze a few times before, her eyes quickly shifting away just as quickly as they’d been on you. Your head shook with the implications, watching her slump back down in her seat with a renewed fervor. The men exchanged glances from you to themselves, one of them shifting in his chair. Sevika returned to the game, not acknowledging you directly but stealing a few glances while your head was turned.

“You.” Sevika said, in a tone that was almost as sharp as a blade. You whip around at breakneck speeds; entirely certain she was referring to you. You looked at her with an expression full of questions, before she slammed the empty jug on the table in front of you. “Fill that up for me, miss-pretty-face.” She said in a betrayingly sultry tone, never bothering to exchange a glance with you. “Then I’ll forgive you for making a fool of me in front of these morons.”

She said it so casually, so painfully smoothly as her words echoed inside of your head, your mind swirling with disbelief. How dare she demand that of you, in front of her group of half-human looking men, treating you like a pretty servant she paid good money for. Your body trembled with rage you have only gotten close to a handful of times before, your nostrils flaring as your body demands you say something. But you get an idea, and your balled fist falls flat to your side. You take the canteen begrudgingly, starting off on your heels. You sit at the counter, the bartender raising his eyebrows as he acknowledges your presence.

You ask him to fill it with water, his unsure expression narrowed onto the canteen, knowing who it belonged to. You slammed a gold coin onto the counter with a pretty smile. He made sure to fill it up with sink water, your gaze piercing his soul. You take the heavy canteen, walking to Sevika’s corner. That’s when you hear her say “Good girl,” like she was waiting for you to be just within earshot to say that. You popped the lid open, dumping it on Sevika’s head. The men were astounded, but more so scared, at how Sevika would react, quietly observing you and her back and forth like watching a telenovela unfold before their eyes. Without warning your hands surge to grasp the dusty red poncho draped across Sevika’s chest, bringing her soaked and pissed face to yours.

“Silco is going to be real upset with us both if he finds you passed out on the stairs leading up to his office if you don’t get your shit together. He sent me here to check on your dumb drinking habit, to see if it would get out of control. That theory checks our, at least.” She wiped the water from her face and head with the dry bit of her poncho, spatting drips of water from her lips out and onto your face. She dropped the fist she poised up at you instinctually. The very mention of Silco sending someone unknowingly to check in on her made her expression pale, if for a second.

“Fine.” She said, her jaw almost grinding with irritation. She knew if Silco found out about her habits she would be forced to take an easy job sorting files and dealing with drab paperwork until her alcohol addiction got better; something she dreaded more than Silco finding out she’d been overdoing it altogether. Doing something repetitive and boring that required minimal physical effort made her spine tingle, especially because she’d be left with space to think. That’s the last thing she needs right now. Her eyes wandered dangerously low for a brief moment as you loosened your grip on her poncho, her figure settling into the couch.

She sat up, wringing her poncho out as she collected her debts. She looked at you with.. Admiration? Respect? Tolerance? The word escaped you. But it wasn’t just brute anger or indifference, for once. Maybe she understood that the cause for your delinquency was one neither you nor her could control; Silco. There was an unspoken understanding between you two that she was at your mercy; maybe not yours, but Silco’s mercy through you. She brushed past you, standing almost like she was awaiting something.

“I hope he wasn’t gonna make you watch me while I sleep.” She scoffed, taking a fresh cigar out of her pocket and lighting it, irritated that it got so wet it couldn’t light anymore.

“Now that you mention it, I think I will. Can’t have you risk suffocating in your sleep, now can I?” You teased, the cigar hanging limp between her dark, chapped lips. She considered your words for a moment, her eyebrow twitching. She started off. When she noticed you weren’t following, she looked behind, her thumbs nestled gently beneath the waistband of her belt.

“You comin’? I don’t have all night.” So you followed, a sigh escaping your lips. Of course you followed. She stumbled up the steps leading to her bedroom, her arm creaking with each sway. Her bedroom was a small yet cozy one, to the right of Silco’s office upstairs. You ought to slink underneath her and pick her up, with how sluggish and drunken she was.

Despite your urge to help and understanding she isn’t in any place to deny said help you made it up the stairs and into her room. It wasn’t special or anything; but there was a charm to it. Different bottles of different shapes and sizes offered a different perspective of her alcohol addiction, implying maybe it started off as a hobby. She closed the door, and your hands wandered up to your head to scratch your hair as you admired the bottles. You heard her arm disengage from the assembled socket on her shoulder, a steamy hiss escaping from the pipes as the metal hinged and croaked into her hand, setting it to the side of her bed.

You turned around to acknowledge her, potentially strike up a conversation about where the bottles came from. But to your utter surprise and morbid curiosity she was undressing before your eyes, buttons flying open quickly as she moves with a speed that almost sheds an inkling of light to her ferocity with her fingers, her veiny arms tensing with every deliberate movement she makes. As you step back with an “Ah.” and close your eyes she notices you, chuckling.

“What, never seen another woman’s body before?” She teased, and you moved your hands away, looking at her eyes with disappointment, your face flushing red. “I have,” you muttered, shielding your view with your hand again, maybe restraining yourself from taking a glance. “You could have warned me.”

She scoffed with a shrug, removing layers of her clothes into a heap as she stretched her arm, her back muscles flexing in harmony. You caught a glimpse of her happy trail and muscly build as she walked before you, opening a drawer to your left.

“You’re the one who decided to soak me with water. I knew you were a wildfire, but I’d never strike you as this bold.” Wildfire, the word etched into your mind as her body rested on her bed, pulling her pants up as her pectoral muscles flexed with the effort, a low grumble escaping from her lips.

“Need help?” You said, a look of amusement on your expression as you watched her struggle. She looked up to acknowledge you, her expression softening as she let out a scoff. “Be my guest.” You walked towards her with ginger footsteps, so sure she would pull a fast one on you. Instead she looked at you with a sense of urgency, imploring you to quicken your pace. As you reached her, you searched her eyes for a sense of something for a moment before your fingers dipped below the stuck side of her pants, pulling them up and over her waist with effort. You sat back, looking up at the ceiling as a bead of sweat rolled down your forehead.

“I never considered how hard life would be if I didn’t have another arm.” You said finally, as Sevika looked at you with a more sensitive look, her eyes wandering down to the side. “I think you’re strong for it, honestly.” You said, your head tilting towards her. She studied your face, a genuine look of shock on hers. Her expression steadied to amusement, her eyebrow raising as her lips sat slightly open. Slightly parted, a wry smirk tugging at her lip.

“You’re admiring me for what… Surviving?” She said, a dry laugh leaving her lips as she poked her head out of a her shirt, moving her arm through the tank top. You felt almost embarrassed that you were saying anything. “Don’t go putting words in my mouth. I said you’re very strong. Take that as you will.” You said assertively, but the smirk playing on your lips was admirable. You weren’t sure if you were smirking because she had charmed you ever so slightly, or because you just couldn’t believe how egotistical she was. You glanced at Sevika, then took a double take once you realized she was staring. Her eyes darted away again, like they usually do when she’s caught.

“Stop doing that.” You said, your expression turning serious as your eyebrows furrowed as you confronted her. Sevika looked at you cluelessly, speaking up with a deepened tone. “Oh, like what?” She said, her eyes never leaving yours. “Like.. That. Like you’re some horny weirdo looking at an unsuspecting woman on the street.” She let out a hearty laugh, a bead of tears welling up in her waterline. “What? What do you strike me as, some horny dog? I’m slightly offended.” She said in a lower yet curious tone, her hand wandering up her waist ever so slightly as she leaned back into her bed, her arm holding her up ever so slightly. But there was no denying the deep breaths that casted longingly out of her lips, the way her chest heaved as she stole glances of your figure like it was addicting.

“I‘m not like that, at least not for just anyone. Besides, you’ve got a pretty face. I bet you get anything you want.” She said plainly, folding her legs as she made her cruel comment on your appearance. “Fuck you.” You said, a puff of air escaping your nostrils as you shake your head, your eyes wandering to the ceiling. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment, before you feel Sevika shift her weight up, sitting awfully closer to you now.

“I meant what I said, vixen,” She spoke in a shameless, almost predatory tone. When your eyes flicker back to her, she looked away. Her shiftiness made you lean down to her a bit closer, leaning your weight on your elbow. Your expression darkened.

“What, that I get anything I want?” You scoffed. “If I got what I wanted, I wouldn’t be here with your drunk self making sure you don’t suffocate on your own vomit because you can’t handle yourself.” You said, your tone bitter with disbelief. Sevika looked up at you, a hint of surprise in her expression, betraying her previously smitten look. “No, I meant that you’ve got a pretty face. And as for Silco’s request..” She sat up with a grunt, untying her short hair as it fell at her shoulders, a sigh wistfully escaping her lips.

“I‘m embarrassed that my proper introduction to you was one where I am inebriated. I‘m sorry for that, and that Silco made someone like you go and look after me. That doesn’t change how I feel about you however; and I‘m sorry we got off on the wrong foot.”

She looked up at Sevika, her tall figure now sitting next to her, searching her face for some sort of forgiveness or clemency. You simply sighed, rolling your eyes. “I don’t care. You’re not exactly the most pleasant person anyway; so I don’t hope for a good first impression.” She raised her eyebrows, a smirk playing on her lips. “You don’t really mean that.” Whatever you meant, it was left in the past as she stood up, gathering another blanket from a dresser, unfolding it as she draped it on you, fluffing her pillow up.

“Thanks..?” You questioned, pulling the fluffy blanket from off of your face. “I only have one bed in here, so you’ll have to share.” She raised her eyebrows, almost biting her lips out of anticipation as she awaited the girl’s response, hoping for shock. Unknowingly to you, Sevika took great pleasure in getting a reaction out of you. She loved seeing your expression change to something unexpected, and it drove her to do certain things for a reaction. Maybe it was just because she had been drinking, but it humored her.

“No, we are NOT doing that..” You stood up, biting your lip as your thoughts raced to improvise a solution for the unthought problem that had presented itself. “Or you can go and sleep in Silco’s room.” She knew how disgusting the mattress in there looked, shuddering at the implication. “I can just.. Sleep on the floor.” You sighed, like you had avoided a near-death experience. “It’s gonna be cold and uncomfortable,” Sevika’s expression lightened as she shrugged, walking over to the ornate lamp she had as she clicked it off. You layed out the blanket, trying to cozy up in it. She begrudgingly gave you one of her pillows. You waited for her to go to sleep before your eyes flickered, stalling to sleep. But you couldn’t. The draft from the open window paired with the cold floor served you no favors, a groan escaping your lips. It was what, 39 minutes of tossing? Before Sevika jerked awake from the sudden sensation of your cold hands entering her warm oasis under her blanket.

“Knew you’d give in.” She said groggily but smugly, facing away from you. You refused to acknowledge she was right, feeling her turn to face you as she covered you with her blanket, pulling you in snugly. Every fiber in your being protested; being close enough to smell the underlying scent of booze and sweat on her made you wanna gag. But her cologne and warmth made you reconsider, that maybe it was nice for a moment. Her hair was still a little wet from your previous act of protest, and you somehow felt her eyes on you, the light from the hall offering you a glimpse of her expression. It was.. Something else. Something you hadn’t seen before. Suddenly, you felt her hand move to your cheek, rubbing your cold nose.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You said, but the warmth of her hand made you gasp just a bit. “Warming you up, clearly you need it. I told you the floor was gonna be uncomfortable and cold.” You let out an undeclared grunt, your eyes closing before you felt her move her head closer. “What are you doing besides trying to torture me? You know you reek of booze.” You protested with your words, but you stayed put. “I know..” She ran her fingers through your hair. “Mm, forgive me.”

You sat there in silence for a moment, simply listening to the whistling of her nostrils in and out, her chest heaving and expanding with effort. That’s when her eyes fluttered open, exploring your face again, tiredly. There’s that gaze again. Then without warning, she inched closer, your eyebrows furrowing, but only offering a grunt up in response. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help the way my body feels around you. It’s an urge I can’t deny..” She said in a tone that sounded like she wasn’t tired and drunk. Your eyes widened, but something in you told you you should test the waters.

So with a small smirk you spoke. “And what would that make you do, Sevika? You never struck me as the type to admit your feelings like that. This is a desperation I had never anticipated from you.” You teased, and it only served to fire her growing, primal desires. She sat up suddenly, one hand on the other side of your head as she leans down.

“Don’t talk to me like that,” she muttered, breathing heavily from something you couldn’t put your finger on. She was still half asleep, but still trying to be all fierce. “Or I’ll have to do something about it.” She said, still breathing heavily. You two sit there for a moment, before you dare. You decide to press your lips against Sevika’s unsuspecting lips, her eyes surging open with a surge of energy. She let out a soft moan, pressing her lips into yours as you both come crashing down into the pillow with an unspoken need that threatened to eat you both. Why did you kiss her? You hated her guts. She didn’t like you either. But you couldn’t deny the glances you stole admiring her chiseled body, wondering momentarily what it would be like to pinned beneath her. You hated her guts, but something in you urged you to press further, Sevika wondering how far your daring will go.

“Never pegged you as the type to go and kiss first, sugar,” She chuckled, your lips pressing up against hers again in protest. A small ‘mmp’ escaped from her lips as you silenced her, melting into the soft touch of your buttery lips as her eyes flickered shut. She patted her lap as she sat back, and before you knew it, you fluidly moved your ass into her lap, her arm steadying you on her lap as she made out with you, both of you losing yourselves in the sensation. She felt a throbbing ache in her core, shaking with the need to feel friction. That’s when you beat her to it, subconsciously bucking your hips up and down your thigh. She laughed in the kiss, breaking the seal as she let out a steamy breath onto your lips, taking in breaths of air like it were her last.

“You had enough? I‘m not just some other pretty face.” You said, your confidence faltering when you notice her intrepid gaze, looking up all and down you like you were a fix of shimmer dropped in front of an addict. Suddenly, you felt the thrust of her hips as she ejected you from her lap, laying her weight on top of you. Your eyes opened at her boldness, but any thought was pushed to the side of the feeling of her stippling kisses along the bridge of your temple and down your neck, her hand tangled in heaps of your hair as she groaned and moaned into your neck, leaving love bites and sucking with a punishing force.

She then sat up, pinning your legs between hers as to prevent you from moving; as though you were going to. Not when things were getting good. She fingered your shirt, removing it as you made it easier for her, lifting yourself up to give her leverage. You settled back down to the bed, where she would one-handedly remove your bra. A move that was impressive; but also told you she’d done this many times before. She returned to kissing you with an admirable force, one that made your lips tingle, almost sting from the sensation. She snuggled her nose into the side of your neck, growling with effort as she left a few more marks, dragging her lips deliberately and slowly down your neck and your collar; through your chest and down your waist, peppering kisses wherever she can. She then silently pleaded with you, her teeth sunk into the rim of your pants.

“What, why are you waiting for my permission for? That’s sweet, I wasn’t expecting that from you.” She grunted, huffing. “Don’t say something like that, vixen. Your word means very much to me, even despite my growing desperation for you. Please.” She begged, with a fervent expression. You reluctantly nodded, that expression on her face serving you a slight smirk. The way she begged made your mind drive wild. As she removed your pants and got to your panties, your knees flinched closed. “Not now, please. Don’t hesitate now..” She groaned, the same pleading expression on her face. That’s when she tugged at the waistband of your panties, and you agreed for her to continue. She used her teeth and hand in vigorous effort, patting your thigh as to tell you to open your legs up.

You still couldn’t believe what was happening. You thought she certainly couldn’t be serious. The girl you swore you wanted dead and who never paid you any mind is now at your clit, her fingers darting and curling in and out of you with embarrassing ease. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” She groaned into your core, nipping at your clit as she licked it up and down with effort. Your hips bucked involuntarily into her face, moaning a concerning amount. She bit the side of your thigh as to remind you to be quiet, your hand moving up to your lips. But as she sped up you realized you couldn’t have possibly kept quiet. She kept intense eye contact with you, this causing an unexpected, squeaky moan from your lips.

“Sevvvv… Ika…..” You squeaked, your hand moving up to clasp your lip. This seemed to fuel something in her however, as she sped up her pace, growling like an animal as she moved her fingers from your insides. As you groan in protest from feeling the loss of her fingers inside of you, your sensations are overwhelmed by the feeling of her tongue curling up against the roof of your cunt, sounds of her praising how wet you are drowned out quickly by your increasingly intense moans. She used her bulky nose to tease your clit, eating you out sloppily; messily. She couldn’t seem to get enough, nipping at your clit here and there. That’s when she groaned more into your cunt, almost pushing herself into it further. Hearing her grunts of desire and raw need seemed to be enough to push you over the edge.

As you felt the grasping clutches of your inevitable undoing, you buck your hips more into Sevika’s mouth, eliciting a growl from her lips as she realizes that she’s got you now. You moan her name one final time, full of raw emotion and carnal need. “Fuh… Fuck… Sevi.. Sevikka!” She smiled, removing her tongue as your hips fell back onto the bed, taking deep, ragged breaths. “Fuck. I never knew how much I needed to feel you cum on my tongue until now.” She said, her fingers moving over her own pussy as she looks at me. There’s that look again. She pulled her own pants down this time, kneeling one leg on the bed as she stood up, pulling her boxers down. She then moved to cage your leg, moving her wet, throbbing clit onto yours. The sensation made you groan, but it was the feeling of her desperately bucking back and forth, chasing her release that made you whimper. You were weak and still feeling the aftershock of your orgasm when she’d placed her slick warmth against your heat.

after 20 minutes of incomprehensible heaving and moaning, Sevika’s legs shook beneath her, her head flinging back as she moaned. “Fuck, you’re just letting me grind our pussies together like this. Maybe you’re really a slut.” She teased, moving her hand to your chin as she smirked. This comment didn’t go ignored however, as you ground your hips into hers.

The sudden friction made her body twitch with desire, her mouth slightly ajar. Her muscles and hips ached for release, and you were the catalyst to achieve that. With a final thrust she felt herself reach her climax, moaning your name in a deep yet needy tone. She rode her orgasm out on you, rutting her sopping wet depths against you. “Who’s the slut now?” You questioned through panting, Sevika’s expression changing to one of surprise. “Hmngh, maybe it’s me.” She said warily. She then surged forward, collapsing between your legs as she lazily kissed your chin, drifting to sleep. Before you knew it, you had fallen asleep too.