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MY SHAYLAAAASSS

Lazy sunday

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first kiss

zoey x mira from kpop demon hunters

contents: zoey and mira share secrets and kisses in the bathhouse :0

wrd count: 1.6k

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zoey and mira have been trying to convince their best friend rumi to come to the bathhouse for a long while now.

it’s always a new excuse for her though.

“oh, i’m not feeling well.”

“ugh, i just got my period!”

“aw noo, i just took a bath a minute ago!”

it was like she had endless excuses. but it didn’t stop zoey and mira from going alone most the time,

“i really wish rumi would wanna join us.” zoey sighed as they walked into the familiar room coated in steam and essential oils floating in the air.

“aw, is my company not enjoyable for you anymore?” mira teased.

“hey! you know i didn’t mean it like that.” zoey laughed, pushing her shoulder playfully.

mira laughed softly, pulling her robe off her shoulders.

“she’s probably just nervous to be naked in front of us.”

“yeah but it’s us! she knows we wouldn’t judge her!” zoey said, also taking her robe off.

the girls stepped into the warm tub and laid their heads on the granite bath wall behind them.

they let out heavy sighs as if their bodies melted into the water.

“ahhh.. rumi is seriously missing out.” zoey sighed out.

mira hummed as her eyes rested closed.

“but like.. can i be honest for a second?” she started.

zoey doesn’t even open her eyes or turn her head, she had found herself so comfortable in her spot. she simply hummed.

“i kinda like it when it’s just us two. i mean, i’m dying to get rumi in here, she needs the relaxation. but i like coming here with just you.”

zoey hummed. “yeah.. i do too.”

mira suddenly thought of a funny memory she shared with zoey.

“do you remember.. that one time we weren’t paying attention and walked into the men’s bathhouse while taking off our robes?” she chuckled.

zoey gasped. “oh my god! that was so humiliating! there were like five guys in there!”

“you were already half naked! you were so excited to get in there, you forgot to look at the sign, you dummy.”

“uh- hey! you weren’t looking either. i think you even managed to flash one of those guys before you realized.” she chuckled.

mira laughed. “you’re probably right..”

zoey smirked and peeked at mira through one eye.

“lucky them.. but like, lucky me cause i see them basically on a daily.”

“yeah, lucky you.” mira said in a more flirty tone than she had intended.

they laughed softly before the relaxation made them more and more sleepier.

“you know.. i wouldn’t blame rumi for being insecure about her body. i feel that way sometimes too.” zoey admitted.

mira’s eyebrows creased in confusion as she gently lifts her head.

“seriously?”

“yeah.. well, i mean- don’t you? also?” she added quickly.

mira blinks. she gently moved a sweaty bang from her face before picking up her head fully to face zoey.

“i guess, yeah.. sometimes.”

zoey hears the water rippling and opened up her eyes completely. she sits up to face mira.

“i never talk about it cause i feel like it’s stupid most of the time. but when i was. a teenager, i never used to like how flat i was. i always told myself i looked gross and weird. and that’s why guys didn’t like me-“

“you are NOT gross and weird, mira! are you kidding? you’re the prettiest girl i know!” zoey sputtered out.

“and also teenage boys don’t know anything! they’re the stupid ones, all it takes is for a girl to be a c-cup for them to wanna pay attention!” she continued.

mira laughed softly at her sudden attitude change.

“okay.. thanks for that.”

“you’re welcome!” she said louder than she expected. it echoed off the walls, followed by their laughter afterwards.

they sighed heavily and laid their heads down again.

“i wasn’t so insecure about how i looked.. more of who i was, you know?” zoey said.

“it wasn’t always just being from two countries, it was also that i didn’t do.. anything!” she said.

mira snorted. “okay, uhh.. you lost me.”

“like.. i didn’t go out to parties or school events. i didn’t go to any sports games or join any clubs, i just kept to myself! and the people who did talk to me and say hi to me weren’t my real friends.” she continued.

“i didn’t even kiss anyone or have a boyfriend or anything. can you believe that?” she laughed, trying to hide the fact that that was one of the things about her that she was more insecure about.

mira turned her head against and floated closer to zoey.

“you’ve never kissed anyone?” she repeated.

her heart pounded out of her chest but she kept her eyes closed and her head up.

“..nope! not a one..” her voice was suspiciously high pitched, and her smile was wavering.

“i’m a dork, i know. i just never met anyone i liked that way.”

she squinted one eye open and saw that mira had gotten a lot closer than before.

“dude.. you’re lying.” mira said simply.

zoey sputtered and her head flew up, almost knocking her hair towel into the water.

“w-what?! uh- why would i- i wouldn’t lie about that, mira!” she said.

“yep, you’re totally lying. there’s no way you haven’t kissed anyone.” mira shrugged.

“i’m serious! i wouldn’t even know how to do it now.”

“oh please, you can drop the act with me. who was the lucky guy? or girl?” mira continued.

zoey groaned. “mira!”

“was it embarrassing? is that why you’re hiding it!”

mira’s grin was mischievous. she loved riling up zoey to see what she’d do.

“uh- okay, i’ll prove it to you. you’ll know if i’ve ever kissed anyone if i’m bad at it. like horrible, like super awfully terrible!” zoey hurried.

she was thinking a mile a minute. and therefore, not clearly.

mira scoffed. “okay, and how are you gonna prove it to me?”

zoey had built too much of a platform to back down now. not when she just confessed one of her hidden insecurities.

“you’ll see. close your eyes.”

mira’s tough and arrogant attitude suddenly melted into the water as her eyes widened. “uh- what?”

“you heard me! close ‘em!”

mira cleared her throat and awkwardly closed her eyes.

was zoey really going to do what she thought she was going to do?

no she wouldn’t. she couldn’t!

“what are you planning-“

“just shh!”

zoey took a deep breath, preparing herself, before she screwed her eyes shut and leaned forward.

her soft lips fell on mira’s. it was a feeling like nothing ever before.

mira was frozen, the poor girl didn’t know what to do. she didn’t want to freak zoey out but she was doing her own freaking-out, just in her mind.

as quickly as zoey kissed her, she pulled away, with her face red as a cherry.

mira was at a loss for words. she couldn’t honk of anything else to ask of zoey but for one thing.

to do it one more time.

“s-see? told you, i pretty much suck at it,” zoey said softly.

mira breathed out. “you.. definitely don’t.”

“i.. huh?”

mira’s nerves melted with the ripples in the water. her manicured hand went to zoey’s face before pulling her in to kiss her again.

as their lips touched, zoey couldn’t think clearly. the only thing she understood at that moment was how this felt.

how much she liked it and how she wanted more.

mira floated closer, deepening the kiss and pushing zoey against the granite.

zoey moaned softly as her hands went up from the water to hold mira’s face.

suddenly, the doors of the bathhouse were thrown open.

“ZOEY! MIRA!”

the girls basically teleported to opposite sides of the baths, both faces redder than anything.

rumi was heaving, fully clothed, and a few scratches on her face.

“DEMONS… IN THE SQUARE!.. ugh, WE GOTTA GO!” she breathed heavily.

the girls sputtered. “uh- wait- what?”

“hurry! i held them off on my way here but i need you guys. get dressed and meet me outside!” she yelled out.

the girls glance at each other before at rumi again.

“okay.”

“fine.”

rumi sighs and runs out of the bathhouse, her sneakers squeaking against the floor.

a moment of silence passed.

“so we should probably-“

“yeah, we should probably help rumi-“

zoey was the first to shuffle out of the bath and she quickly found her robe and wrapped it around herself.

mira did her best to avoid looking at her as she found her robe as well.

they got changed in awkward silence and went and found rumi to fight off the demons from the town square.

they could barely focus on fighting since both girls couldn’t shake the feeling of fuzziness from the kiss.

zoey almost got attacked from behind while she had zoned out.

rumi slashed it with her sword before it could do it though.

“ZOEY! focus! why are you so spaced out?!” she yelled.

“huh?! oh! oh, yeah, right! sorry!” she laughed out.

“did something happen?” rumi asked while fighting demons off to the side before stabbing one of the last demons.

the three girls looked around the square and let out a huff of relief as it was clear from any other enemies.

“okay, i promise that once the honmoon is golden and sealed, i will go to the bathhouse with you guys.” rumi said as she put her sword away.

“oh.. okay.” mira said, looking confused.

“what, i thought that’s- i thought that’s what you wanted. or why you were distracted.” rumi said.

the girls glance at each other before blushing again.

“y-yeah, that’s why. okay, that great rumi! sounds like a plan!” zoey squeaked out.

“…okay. mira? everything okay?”

“yeah. i’m cool. you’re cool, we’re cool. everyone’s cool.” she said quickly.

the girls stood in an awkward silence.

“let’s get ramen!” zoey chirped.

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Okay hear me out on this... Cock warming gp!sevika while she's playing a video game or doing paperwork

Cockwarming, Sevika has a dick, gamer!Sevika, breast/nipple play

Your pussy was tingling at the worst time. Sevika was sitting at the couch, a few energy drinks all over the coffee table. She was in a wife-pleaser, hair tied back in a small pony, and her bottom lip tucked between her front teeth. She looked so hot from where you were sitting at. And you just badly needed her to fuck you silly right now.

But she didn't move.

Oh, the grey sweatpants... They accentuated the bulge of her dick deliciously and you needed to be pounded on the couch till it broke. You heaved a deep sigh, shifting.

"How far are you from winning?" You asked, your voice a little strained.

"Why?" Sevika questioned back, leaning back and glancing at you.

"Nothing," you muttered and tried to play it off cool, relaxing your thighs which were subconsciously rubbing against one another.

"Uh-huh..."

Sevika put her controller down, legs man spread, she pulled the drawstrings of her sweatpants loose and let the waistband down enough so her cock would slap right up against her stomach. She was hard, dick twitching. Your mouth salivated. Instantly. Sevika pats her thigh, gesturing you to get on her lap. Who are you to deny?

Eagerly, you climb onto her, resting your body against hers. Sevika pushed your panties to the side using one hand, your skirt hiding whatever was going on with your lower regions. Her fingers spread your pussy lips gently, sinking her fat cock inside inch by agonizing inch.

"So much..." You whispered, head leaned back against her shoulder as her entire cock buried inside your body.

"There," Sevika kissed the side of your neck before she picked her controller back up, going back to her video game.

You scoffed. "What?"

"What?" Sevika laughed. "You wanted something inside, and I put something inside."

You groaned softly at her reasoning but didn't budge from where you were at. Your warm walls clamped around her cock tightly, squeezing her shaft. Your clit throbbed needily as you whimpered on pathetically. "I thought you were going to touch me..." Sevika chuckled wordlessly, eyes fixed on the screen. "Instead you're being a jerk," you continued.

"Oh stop being so whiny now,"

Sevika shook her head as she smirked behind you, mind solely focused on finishing her game. You shifted a little, needily grinding down against her cock trying to get some more friction inside your desperate hole.

"Sevika, please, quit being so mean to me." You pleaded.

Sevika raised a brow, "Mean?" She sighed, "Oh sweetheart, you think I'm being mean to you?"

Before you could answer Sevika's right hand snuck under your shirt and grabbed your breast, slipping it out from under your bra and rolled your nipple between two rough fingers. "If I was trying to be mean," Sevika tugged at your nipple, "I'd do this," you clenched around her dick as she tugged harsher.

"Sevika! No, don't- ungh..."

You moaned loudly, your hole fluttering around her big shaft, your leg awkwardly raised against the arm of the couch as Sevika continued manhandling your body with ease. Sevika saw your movements, she laughed. Mockingly.

"Oh yeah? Still think I was being mean?" Sevika slipped her hand out of your shirt, lifted you using your hip with that one arm and slammed you down on her thick cock.

You cried out. "A-ah, that's too much, Sev, please..."

Your cunt throbbed although you pleaded for mercy, you wanted more but you knew Sevika wouldn't give it to you anytime soon, you looked down, a white ring was already forming at the base of her cock. "Need you so badly..." You held onto her knees as you ground on her dick.

Sevika tched, going back to her game. This would go on for a while...

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making a fic based on this tweet rn

EDIT: i just posted it so go check it out :D

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y’all know where this is going

┆ ⤿ PROJECT ♡⸝⸝

CEO!Sevika x Employee!Reader

SYNOPSIS : Sevika, your boss, has always been so unnecessarily cruel and cold— making last minute report changes just to watch her employees struggle. Today, you bring in a project to her office, and as you present it to her, all she does is ogle at the way your top struggles to contain your tits. You notice, and you let her feel you up— but there's hate in your eyes and Sevika knows it. That's what turns her on.

WARNINGS : Hate-sex, unprotected sex, Sevika has a dick, slapping, rough handling, degradation spitting, breeding, implications of no aftercare

“Are the reports ready yet?” Sevika’s voice cut through the quiet like a whip, sharp and ice-edged, dragging you from your work.

“Almost—”

“I don’t pay you to almost do your job,” she snapped, striding into your office with the kind of presence that made your stomach twist in the worst way. The best way. She stopped just in front of your desk, leaning down to glare at your screen — or maybe give you a view of her goddamn perfect cleavage. “You’ve got fifteen minutes before I have a real reason to fire you.”

“Fif—?”

“Ten now,” she interrupted with a vicious little smirk, tilting her head as though watching you squirm was her favorite pastime.

Sadism practically gleamed behind her half-lidded stare, and you could feel her enjoying your panic. Watching your fingers fly across the keyboard, your breath catch, your back tense. Sevika pushed off your desk, turning away with a casualness that screamed arrogance.

“You work better under pressure. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

And God help you, she was right. You’d been unraveling ever since. You hated her. You hated her smug voice, her commanding tone, her goddamn control over your every move. You hated the way she made your thighs clench under your desk when she barked orders. You hated how often your hand slipped beneath your waistband the second her voice dropped an octave.

You hated how badly you wanted her to ruin you.

Your toys were starting to feel like a joke. Fingers? Useless. Dildos? Not rough enough. The vibrator just made you more frustrated. Sometimes you'd watch her in meetings… voice cool, gestures decisive and let your hand wander under the desk, pretending she’d caught you. Pretending she’d punish you.

Pretending it meant something.

This morning, when you reached for a clean pair of panties and found none that weren’t embarrassingly ruined, you made a decision you swore you wouldn’t regret: no panties. Just a skirt. A blazer. And the audacity to walk into Sevika’s office with soaked thighs and too much attitude.

“Ma’am,” you greeted through clenched teeth, swallowing your nerves as you stepped inside.

Sevika looked up slowly, one brow raised. Her eyes didn’t soften, no, they sharpened, dissecting you. “Sit.”

You did. Trying to keep still, trying to keep your breaths shallow. You should’ve known better than to think she didn’t see right through you.

“Your work’s been… uneven,” she said finally.

Your throat tightened. “Meaning?”

“Meaning you’ve been distracted. Frustrated.” Her eyes dragged over you, unapologetic. “Sexually frustrated.”

You froze. Your mouth opened, then closed, and you felt the heat rise to your face like fire. You could deny it, but you knew it wouldn’t work. Not with Sevika.

“Come here,” she said, voice quieter now. Controlled. Dangerous.

You stood, heart racing, and walked to her side. She didn’t give you time to brace, she simply reached up, grabbed the hem of your skirt, and dragged it up. You gasped, thighs instinctively pressing together, but it was too late. She saw it.

“Well,” Sevika murmured, her voice laced with cruel delight, “Would you look at that?”

Your legs trembled. “Ma’am—”

She chuckled darkly, tapping her thigh. “Sit.”

You hesitated for only a second before obeying, sinking onto her lap, back against her broad chest. Sevika spread your legs with ease, fingers sliding between your folds and fuck, your body betrayed you completely.

“You’re soaked,” she whispered into your ear, her voice low and lethal. “All this time you’ve been pretending to hate me… and all you really wanted was for me to break you.”

You whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. “Please…”

“Beg,” she said, not unkind. But not soft either.

You hated her. You wanted her. And at that moment, they felt like the same thing.

Sevika was slow with teasing you. The door now locked promising privacy and her hands were all over you groping you in all the right places. She squeezed your breasts hard, kneading them and rolling your nipples between her fingers.

“I'm gonna mark you so well,” Sevika said, reaching for the zipper of her pants, unzipping it and letting her cock spring out. Your eyes widened.

“You—”

“Yeah, it's a dick.”

Sevika grabbed your ankles with no warning and yanked them up— you yelped— resting your legs on her shoulders. She smirked slowly, a single loose strand of hair dangling from her neat ponytail. She looked so hot like this, you wanted to explode. Her cock pressed against your wet entrance, threatening to push inside and penetrate your tight cunt. You stared at her, every bit inside you wanted to submit to her but your ego said otherwise.

You couldn't let her see you in such a vulnerable state. But oh, her cock was so big, so veiny…

“You want it.” Sevika stated.

“No.” You lied through your teeth.

A slap, sharp but not painful. It echoed about the room, she grabbed your throat, pulling you closer— “Wrong answer, doll.”

You stared at her with your wide blown pupils before you smiled slowly. You enjoyed that slap a bit too much than anticipated.

“Yes, I want your cock,” you admitted, grinding against her slightly. Sevika exhaled through her nose before she pulled you closer by your throat, and your lips parted slightly. She spat in your mouth.

“Slut.”

Sevika didn’t let you swallow just yet. Her fingers curled tighter around your throat, thumb pressing under your chin as she held your mouth open, her spit mixing with the thick, hot breath you panted against her hand.

“Keep it there,” she growled. “Let it sit. That’s what you’re good for, right? Holding what I give you.”

You nodded. Fuck, the way her cock pushed just barely inside you, parting your folds but not giving you any satisfaction.

“I want to hear it again. Tell me what you want.”

“Wa-want your cock,” you mumbled, her spit still warm on your tongue. “Want you to ruin me, ma’am.”

A low chuckle rumbled from her chest, and then she shoved in. One brutal thrust, burying every last inch into your pulsing cunt. You screamed, the sudden stretch burning, your walls fluttering around her with helpless need.

“Fucking tight. You think I haven’t noticed the way you walk around this office like a bitch in heat? Humping your goddamn chair every time I say your name.” she slammed inside making your eyes water.

She leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “What would your coworkers say if they saw you now? All spread out on my cock like the needy little whore you are.”

You sobbed something, maybe her name, maybe just a broken moan, and Sevika rewarded you with a hard slap across your cheek. The sting lit up your skin. You whimpered, wetter than ever. Your pussy squelched around her cock— the sound sinful and lewd.

“Yeah, you like that,” she growled. “Fucking pervert. I saw the way you ogled at my tits. I should've fucked your face stupid right there.”

You could feel yourself spiraling— eyes rolling back, legs twitching, orgasm so close you could taste it. You tried to grind harder, tried to meet her thrusts, but Sevika grabbed your hips and held you down, her cock pounding deeper, faster, until your head lolled back

“Gonna cum just from this?” she sneered, licking a stripe up your neck. “From being used like a cum rag?”

You nodded, choking on your moans.

“Say it. Tell me what you are.”

“A… A cum rag,” you gasped, crying out when she slammed even deeper.

“Whose cumrag?”

“Yours, ma’am—”

Another slap. Hard enough to turn your head to your side. Your pussy clenched. You moaned loud, so loud that you were a bit concerned if your co-workers heard you.

“Name.” Sevika growled.

“Sevika! Sevika! Sev—��� your voice cut out when you felt Sevika's tip kiss your cervix and fill your womb to the brim. Your eyes closed slowly, devouring the moment. “Swallow,” she rasped against your ear and you did, swallowing her spit like her cumrag.

“You better not get any ideas about cuddling.”

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MY BABIESSSSSS

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i wish we could've seen this animated in it's full glory but i feel like at the same time it would've felt rushed to do inthe middle of the film idk that's just me

You guys know how Rumi wears her hair like her mother did?

I think it was Celine who first suggested/ styled her hair like that. Because obviously Rumi got her hair color from her demon father, therefore Celine wanted her hair to resemble her mother’s, so to make accepting Rumi easier for herself.

In this context, this deleted scene hits harder too

Jinu talks about her patterns, but if her hairstyle is also a part of Celine’s control, he is unintentionally telling her that he is beautiful, even though she is less like her mother now with the same hair also gone.

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GUYZZZZ KPOP DEMON HUNTERS WAS SO GOODDD

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my oc’s like this…

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tell me why i open this app after a couple weeks of not being on here and the first thing i see is a damn piss kink fic pls dpmo.

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god forbid anyone likes a rare pair 😞

Why don't we talk about how Melvika is extremely overrated for a ship that makes no sense and ruins the characters

I mean, I usually love crackships, they're often interesting and can reveal the characters from new sides and make an unusual dynamic

Even in Arcane there are some good or not bad crackships that I treat fine, but Melvika? Seems like the only reason why it exists is bc the fandom likes headcanoning them wlw and bc it's a "masculine"/"feminine" dynamic which for some reason is often a must have in any wlw ship

But the problem is that Sevika absolutely despises pilties, esp from the council and would never tolerate Mel, it just goes against all her views and arc. While also the fans love turning Sevika into some dog/slave/servant for Mel that stays on her side and goes against Zaun. Should I even explain how classisit and disgusting it is? And how much it mischaracterises and downplays Sevika who would never be like this for a piltie? Even while working for Silco she afforded herself being openly rude to him and was completely honest that she would betray him if there's someone better for Zaun, cuz she did it for her own views, not for Silco. Also in most of the content Mel is some manipulative madame who uses Sevika as either some lady-in-waiting or a personal knight, which makes no sense for Sevika either.

.It's even worse with Sembessa cuz besides all that Ambessa also caused so much problems to the undercity and used its discrimination against it btw, but at least it's not as popular

While Mel, who grew up with a cold mother who appreciated violence and was against peaceful ways of resolving the conflicts, would have no reasons to fond for someone who's for radical methods of fight who would never cooperate or compromise with those from the opposite side. Considering with what Mel loved in Jayce: his softness, aspiration of the innovations, faith in the best for everyone and some naiveness about it. Their frankness, sort of valnurability, tenderness, emotionality and sensuality were a huge part of the relationship that made Mel feel loved and cared about. Obviously, we didn't see how Sevika act in relationship, but she didn't show any of it, even when she had a lot of emotions inside, we haven't seen her showing any emotion besides anger so there are no reasons to think she would be open enough for Mel, since she never was with anyone else it's out of character for her, which is why I don't think their relationship could work out or even start in the first place

I'm free for other opinions tho and would glad to hear what other people think about them

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hey guys so much time as passed since i’ve posted any fics on here that i’m turning 19 in 3 days

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IM CUMMINGGGGGGGG 💦💦💦😍💦💦😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😫😫😫

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— mess around [sevika]

synopsis: it wasn't everyday you moved to the south, surrounded by cowboys and their women, but here you were, and your new neighbor simply couldn't get any more enticing

pairing: rancher!sevika x married housewife!reader

warnings: cheating, dom!sev, sub!reader, inexperienced reader (with women), size kink, light domestic kink, cum kink, tribbing, cunniligus, fingering, PRAISE, pet names, finger sucking, aggressive husband, he threatens to shoot Sevika, drinking/r gets drunk, m/f sex mentioned very briefly, r has long enough hair to braid

a/n: hi! I don't condone cheating. this is only part one, there'll be several parts ;)

wc: 6.5k

The air was thick in the outskirts of the city on Saturday morning. You rose with the sun, ready for a long day of moving, especially without your husband. This was a rushed decision, moving into this house together. You believed that the house was too large, no single couples needed three bedrooms, but your husband insisted that it would be perfect when you two chose to begin a family in future. And, well, you listened to him. He was good at talking you into things you didn’t want to do.

The house bared down on you when you arrived hours later. The porch was long, stretching around the corners of the house, large double-doors beckoning to be opened. The jagged edge of the key in your hand dug into your palm the longer you looked at the home, and you decided to suck it up and go in.

Walking in, you were greeted by a large kitchen with expansive glass windows that looked over the fields that came with the house. It was truly a gorgeous house, you were simply unsure if it was the place for you. But it was too late, the house was already yours, and the keys jingled as you sat them on the counter top.

The moving trucks would arrive soon, but you allowed yourself a moment to breathe as you walked throughout the house, peaking in each room. The largest bedroom had windows that mimicked those in the kitchen, and against your best hopes, your husband had been right. The other bedrooms would make good nurseries. For now, one would be an office and the other would be a guest bedroom. But you could envision your future.

There was a loud whistle from outside, indicating that at least one of the trucks had arrived. You released a sigh and traveled back downstairs, opening the doors with a whoosh of warm air. A mover hopped out of the large truck and came over to greet you, shaking your hand and explaining what was going to happen.

As the movers began bringing things into the house, you observed the outside. Across the street was the only close house, which sat on miles of land just as your new home did. The other house was different, though. It had miles of fencing, caging in horses and sheep, and if you squinted, you swore you could see cows in a small barn far down on the edges of the land.

Because the movers didn’t need you yet, you decided to venture across the street and meet the new neighbors. You didn’t look your best, as you were dressed to move, and you didn’t have anything to give them when you greeted them, but it didn’t matter. You could always invite the family over for dinner in the future.

There was a pair of brown, ratty cowboy boots resting against one of the steps, which made sense for the area. You were against moving south, you didn’t enjoy the heat and you had never ridden a horse before, but your husband insisted. The boots were lined with what looked like generations worth of mud, caked into every crevice and line.

You knocked on the door, waiting a moment before it opened. What you weren’t expecting was to be met with the sternum of a woman in front of you. It took you a moment to look up, and up, and up, before you met her eyes. She had a sullen expression on her face, as if you had just ruined her entire day. You tried not to think much of it, and you barely could with the attractive nature of the woman.

It was just her height that made her large - no, the woman had muscle packed onto her more than anyone you believed to have seen in your life. She was in a white shirt and jeans that hugged her muscular thighs so tightly you worried the seam would rip. Her eyes were grey, and they contrasted against her darker skin. Her hair was short, pulled away from her face and her lips were downturned as she looked at you.

“Hi,” you chirped nervously. “I just moved in across the street, I figured I would come introduce myself,” you gave her your name, a dark blush of embarrassment gracing your cheeks. “You have a lovely home.” The woman’s lips quirked into a side smirk, and your face grew hotter.

“Sevika,” her hand reached out between you, and there was a beat between you before you realized that she was offering her hand to shake. You cleared your throat, enveloping her palm in your own. Her hand practically swallowed yours. “Seems like a pretty big house for one little lady, sugar.” She joked, glancing over at the house as she leaned her weight against the door frame.

“Oh, no, it’s my husband and I. He’s away with business until late tonight, so I’m moving what I can.” A disapproving look smeared against her face.

“He left you alone?” You nodded slowly, unsure of what she was getting to. She looked over her shoulder, as if to check if anything or anyone was in her house. “If you’d like some help, I ain't got any plans ‘til the evening.” Your heart lept in your chest. Everything about your body’s reaction felt wrong. You could’ve begged this woman for help.

“That would be lovely, actually.” You smiled, trying not to seem as nervous as you felt. Your heart was thumping loudly, you swore you were about to faint. Maybe it was from the heat, women never made you feel this way in the past.

“Let me get myself cleaned up and I'll meet you over there, darlin’.” Her accent was thick. You were going to die. You nodded, smiling, and turned back in the direction of your house. At least you wouldn't have to move alone.

-

Before you knew it, the clock was striking five, and the majority of your furniture had been moved where it needed to go. Sevika did all of it - most of the time you just stood there looking pretty and instructing her where to go. Sevika thoroughly enjoyed it. She noticed the gentle bite of your lip when she lifted something heavy, your eyes tracing down the lines of her arms. You hadn't initially noticed the prosthetic in place of where her left arm should be, but it only made her that much more interesting.

For lunch you made sandwiches and lemonade, forcing her to sit and take a break instead of continuing to work for you. “Y’r just sweet as cane, ain'tcha?” she had said, taking the plate of food. You chose to ignore the rush in your panties.

You both stood in the kitchen and Sevika was breathing heavily, catching her breath after moving a series of dining chairs into your new dining room for you. You came to her, gently tracing your fingertips over her bicep as you pushed up on your toes and kissed her cheek. “Thank you so much, Sevika. I greatly appreciate it,” you said with a soft smile, “and you’re so strong.” You squeezed her arm, taking in a sharp breath at how hard the muscle actually was.

“You’re very welcome, darlin’.” When she smiled, you noticed a gap in her teeth that you hadn’t seen before. It fit her face perfectly.

“Will you let me make you dinner for your trouble?” You turned around, reaching for the single cookbook that you had bothered unpacking, resting on the counter.

“You’ve worked far too hard to be bothered with cookin’ tonight, pretty girl. Why don’t you join me? I’m going to dinner with some friends. You’ll enjoy ‘em.” You pondered for a moment, but the answer was clear. You hadn’t actually wanted to cook, but you would’ve done anything she asked.

“That would be nice. How’s six sound? I should probably clean up.” You gestured down your body at your sweaty clothes. You could already picture what you were going to wear - there was a sundress in a box in your bedroom, maybe you could track down the pair of cowboy boots you wore to a concert once.

“Sounds good, sugarplum. Wear somethin’ pretty for me, yeah?” Heat rose from your chest and crept up your neck, finding home on your cheeks. Sevika didn’t fail to notice, she adored it. No matter what she said to you, you were blushing and stuttering.

You found yourself on Sevika’s front porch at six round, inevitably in the outfit you were thinking of earlier. Your hair was in a loose braid, with a bow at the end, and you believed that you looked cute, but it could be better. Nothing compared to the way Sevika looked at you when you knocked, though.

She was in the same thing she was already wearing, except with a jacket thrown over her white tee, a cowboy hat, and some matching boots. God, you could eat her up. “Did as told, I see.” She nodded towards you, hat dipping with her head. “We’re going to the best bar in town, you ain't got nothin’ to worry about.” She walked out of the house, locking the door behind her and leading you to her car.

“So, Sevika,” you began, once you were settled into your passenger seat. “Do you live alone?” you had wondered, since she gave up her day to assist you and offered to bring you to dinner.

“Yes ma'am,” she responded, small grin painting her face. “Got some livestock ‘nd a dog. ‘s all I need.” You nodded.

“Have you ever been married?” She didn't seem like the type to enjoy marriage, and she wore no ring. Maybe you just couldn't imagine her in a traditional marriage - what kind of man would a woman like her even be interested in?

She chuckled. “Nah, holdin’ out for the right one.” you smiled. Sometimes you wondered if you held out for the right one. You loved your husband, but your love often felt fabricated. Like you had to love him, like a requirement.

She pulled up to the bar, it was a ragly old place, with a crooked sign and some wood falling off, but it was pretty. It read, plainly, The Last Drop, and you wondered where the name came from, or how she came to find this place in the middle of nowhere.

She ushered you in with a large, warm hand on the small of your back, gently directing you towards a table full of people. They already had drinks, and you feared that somehow you made the woman late.

“Nice of you to finally join us, Sevy.” A woman quipped. She wasn't like anything you'd seen before - tall, long blue hair, and tattoos. She was gorgeous, quite a sight. “Who's your lady friend?” The woman looked over at you and winked with a smirk.

“Watch it, Jinx,” she retorted, taking a seat next to a woman with pink hair, and you took the one next to her. She introduced you to the group, and a small blush crept up your cheeks. In order, she introduced everyone around the table. “Jinx and I worked for the same guy a couple years back. He passed, but she still hangs around,” Jinx shot her a look and took a sip of her drink. “Ekko, her husband. Caitlyn and Vi, they're married.” You greeted each of them.

Being with Sevika was something you had never imagined possible. She ordered and paid for your meal and your drinks, and let you get as many as you wanted. You didn't exactly feel like you fit in with her crowd of people, they were a little rowdy and loud, but the company was enjoyable.

It was late when the first couple left - Jinx and Ekko, to go relieve their babysitter. Caitlyn and Vi left soon after, no particular reason. It left you a Sevika, and when she began talking to you, the amount of alcohol in your system finally hit you.

“Sevika,” you slurred, grabbing her arm as you looked up at her, “can I have your hat?”

Her cheeks warmed, dark blush finding home on them. “What’d’ya need my hat for, babygirl?” She chuckled, trying to play off her nervousness. Clearly, you didn't know how hats worked in bars.

“‘s pretty on you,” she was still laughing as she took it off and placed it on your head. And god, you looked good. Thoughts of filth coursed through her mind and she attempted to shut them down, with no luck. You were her married neighbor. She couldn't possibly be thinking of you in the way she was.

“Let's get you home, cowgirl.” She gently grabbed your upper arm, helping you off your stool. When you stumbled, she turned you around, your back facing her front as she grabbed your forearms and helped you walk.

You slumped against her in the car, head resting on her shoulder as sleep drew you in. You didn't get drunk often, but when you did, it always made you tired. Especially after a full day of work.

Your husband's car was in the driveway when you both returned to your neighborhood. Sevika pulled into your new, fancy driveway and quickly came to your side to assist your walk into your house. After a few steps, your husband threw open the front door, anger pouring off of him.

“What the fuck is this?” He yelled at Sevika, who simply looked at him. “What the fuck did you do to my wife?” He ripped you from her arms, making you hunch and your stomach twist. Sevika backed up, hands in the air like she was facing a cop.

“We went out for dinner and she had a couple drinks. I was just bringin’r home.” She insisted. Your husband didn't care - he was livid. In his mind, some woman that he had never seen before got his wife drunk and did god knows what to you.

“Get the fuck off my property and don't fucking come back or I'll shoot you dead.” He spat, dragging you inside. You looked over your shoulder, watching Sevika walk down the driveway, shaking her head. She got in her car and drove home, and that was the last you saw of her.

To your misfortune, you remembered none of what happened the previous night when you awoke. You remembered portions of dinner, some blurry faces, Sevika’s murmured ‘babygirl’, but nothing of the way your husband treated her. And he made no effort to enlighten you as to what happened -

So, for weeks afterward when Sevika avoided you, you had no idea why. You didn’t even know if she was avoiding you on purpose, maybe she was just a busy woman. Maybe the day she spent with you was a one time thing. But, your curiosity brewed every time you saw her at home.

You knew you had too much to drink that night, but you had never taken yourself for a sloppy drunk, or a mean one. That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have said or done something vulgar, but it was out of your character. Maybe she simply didn’t enjoy your company as much as you did hers. There were millions of options, millions of reasons as to why no words had been uttered since that day.

You were growing accustomed to your new life. Your husband went to work every day, occasionally went on a business trip, and you tended to the house. It wasn’t ever what you had thought your life would look like, or wanted your life to look like. But it wasn’t bad. It was relaxing, and allowed you freedoms that you didn’t previously have when you both worked and lived in a small city apartment.

And there was the other part. You were learning to tend to the house so that you were ready for when you were to bear children - something that your husband had insisted was coming soon, and therefore had suggested you begin trying. The night he suggested that was the night the pit in your stomach became unbearable. Trying for a baby? With him? You weren’t sure you were ready for that, or frankly wanted that.

It was a sunny, warm morning when you left to get the mail. Dew had settled in the grass, and the southern air was thick. You were in a nightgown, one of your favorites, that was outlined in lace, a nice pale yellow color. You had panties that matched, clung to your skin underneath the short gown.

Before you could turn to go back up the driveway and into the house, you noticed Sevika’s door opening, and there stood the one and only. She was in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a wifepleaser, slippers finishing the outfit nicely.

“Sevika!” You yelled from across the street, a wide smile as you raised a hand to wave. Her head snapped up from her mail, but before she could hide, you were making your way across the street. She wasn’t getting out of this one. “Sevika, hi! I haven’t seen you around, you must be one busy woman.” You joked. She smiled, demeanor softening.

“You could say that,” She responded awkwardly, knowing damn well she was not a busy woman, especially not if you needed something. “Was there anything else? Don’t need your husband gettin’ all pissy again, ma’am.” Your brows knit, confusion drawing itself on your pretty features.

Fuck. You didn’t know, you couldn’t have possibly known. You were so drunk that night that there was no way you remembered what happened, and now Sevika just dropped the bomb. “Whatever do you mean, Sevika?” God, you drew her in, sweet as honey.

“I best get goin’. Gotta feed the chickens.” She had already fed her chickens today, twice because she was so tired.

“No, Sevika. What do you mean? Did he do something to you?” Sevika sighed, throwing a quick glance towards your house to assure that your husband wasn’t home. His car was missing from the driveway, and that was all she needed to know.

“The night you came out with me you drank a lot, could hardly walk by y’rself. Brought ya home and he got angry, threatened to shoot me if I came near you again. ‘m not tryna get shot anytime soon, sweet thing.” Your lips parted, small gasp falling from them. Sevika prayed she never forgot the noise.

“Sev…” you paused, trying to formulate what you wanted to say to her. “I’m so sorry he did that. His temper can get the best of him sometimes, I promise he’s a good man. We don’t own any guns. How can I apologize?” Sevika envisioned a few ways. “How about dinner? Tomorrow? He’ll be out of town for a couple days, he’s taking the train up north. I’ll cook for you?”

Sevika was blushing. Sevika never blushed. “Miss, you ain’t gotta do all that for me.”

“No, you deserve it. You must come. Tomorrow, six, please?” Your eyes softened as you looked up at her, and she would’ve moved mountains to give you what you wanted in that moment. But luckily, it was a lot easier than that.

“If you insist,” she said with a small smile, “I’ll be there, sugar.” You grinned, clapping your hands twice. “I like steak, if you’re willing.” She swore she saw your smile widen.

“Perfect, I have just the recipe. I can’t wait, I’ll see you tomorrow, Sevika!” You said eagerly, as you began walking back to your house, tossing her a wave over your shoulder.

The longer you thought about it, the more the situation angered you. Sevika was doing you a favor, a noble one at that, just to be treated like shit by the person that was supposed to protect you. Everything she said made the idea of having a child with this man less and less appealing. You hardly acknowledged him when he returned home that night, and hardly bid him farewell when he left in the morning. It was tough to look at him.

It was late afternoon when you got the food in the oven and began getting ready. You didn’t know whether this was formal or not, so you chose something in the middle. You chose a simple half up, half down style, bringing the top of your hair into a pretty bun and leaving the rest down to curl. You did your makeup, then went through your closet, trying to find something that matched the appeal you were trying to convey.

Part of you wanted to put on something that your husband would hate; a pair of jeans and a top, or even something casual. But the other half, and the half that won, begged you to dress yourself in something attractive. Something that would draw her in, making her look at you, in the ways your husband never did.

The thought was terrible, obscene even. You had never even begun to think of someone in the way you were thinking of Sevika now, especially while married. It was awful. And then you remembered what he did to her, what he did to you. How he made you move hundreds of miles from your family and quit your job to play house.

You chose a dress that was shorter than anything you believed to have ever dressed yourself in. It hardly covered your ass, and it was slutty. So very slutty, so unlike you. And you liked it. You liked the way it hugged your figure, made your boobs look fuller and your hips wider.

The dress was strapless and white, coming in at the waist and flaring slightly until it ended. You added a white bow to your bun for good measure, and a pair of white kitten heels that opened at the toe. Confidence was a drug, and you were addicted.

The oven rang moments before Sevika knocked, right on time. You took out the food and set it on the counter, tossing your oven mitts to the side to get the door. When you opened it, Sevika drank you in like a tall glass of wine. Her eyes moved along you slowly, as if she was trying to memorize every dip and curve of your body. She followed the line of your dress, eyes falling on the over-exposure of your thighs, and they paused there for a moment.

And her mind was running wild.

“Hi Sevika,” you greeted, cheeks warmer than they had ever been. This was terrible, disgusting. And it was going the exact way you wanted it to. “You look nice.” She did. She was in black slacks and a white t-shirt with an unbuttoned, short sleeved button-down thrown overtop. It was cropped just the right amount, ending where her slacks began. It had a gorgeous pattern of red and black and white, and it was as if your minds had thought the same, and here you were matching.

“If I’m nice, you must be world-stopping.” She said, taking your hand and placing a gentle kiss to your knuckle. “The food smells great.” Her eyes were addicting. You simply couldn’t draw yourself away, even after it had been several beats since she spoke.

“Do come in,” you opened the door wider and she stepped in, engulfing the doorframe. “I just need to plate the food and we can eat. Feel free to sit.” She did as told, taking a seat at the small table while you plated the food. You placed her plate in front of her, but she was too busy watching the way you worked and moved around the kitchen to bother looking at the food.

“You didn’t have to do all this, sugar. Seems like a lot of work.” You chuckled.

“It’s truly not. If anything, it’s routine. My husband has me staying home now, tending to the house. I cook a lot. You’re the first person I’ve had over in quite some time.” You took your place, smoothing out your dress. Sevika looked surprised at your remark.

“If I had a woman as pretty as you I would take her everywhere. Show’r off to the world.” Your mouth was agape again. Your husband never said things like that to you. It made your skin warm and your stomach flutter.

Realizing that you had been staring at her for a moment, you averted your gaze, dropping it to your plate in embarrassment. “You’re very nice, Sevika. You know how to talk a woman up.” She grinned, leaning back in her chair and spreading her legs into a, somehow, sexy manspread. You never found the way of seating particularly attractive, but when she did it, you had several thoughts about it. Positive ones. Dirty ones.

“It’s working, then?” Your eyes widened, but before you could say anything, she was speaking again. “You should eat, sugar. Food’s gon’ get cold.” She was smirking, and when you looked down at her plate, she was all but finished. You wondered how long you had been entranced by her, if it meant that more than half her food was already gone and you had hardly started.

You ate quickly, almost choking at the rate at which you stuffed your face. She was finished before you, and wasted no time taking her dishes to the sink and beginning to clean them. When you were finished, you shot up, hurrying over to her and gently pushing her to the side. “You’re a guest, you don’t have to clean your own dishes, that’s rude.” You joked, taking her plate from her hands.

“I’m a capable woman, babygirl. I can clean my own plate, I do it every day.” You shooed her hands away as she reached for her plate, until she was grabbing your wrist and pinning you to the counter, human hand holding your wrist while her mechanical arm trapped you against her.

When you looked up at her, your clit started beating. She was looking down at you, low eyes painted with displeasure. “Let me help you, angel. It won’t kill ya.”

The feelings swirling within you were nothing you had ever felt before. Your body was on fire, you were surprised that your wrist wasn’t burning Sevika’s large palm. Her body heat was radiating into you, and you could feel the meat of her thighs against yours, and the curve of her hips as they kissed your own. Your panties were wet, your thighs were sticky, but you were sure it was sweat.

“Sevika…” You whispered, but any additional thoughts were cut off by the harsh press of her lips to yours, the force pushing you against the sink even harder. Your eyes widened for a second, but quickly fluttered closed as your body accepted what was happening and leaned into it. You  pushed off the sink, pressing your front against hers. She let go of your wrist and your hands found purchase on her neck, pulling at her short hair.

She moaned softly into your mouth, grabbing your hip with her human hand and pushing your hips against the sink so your back arched a little further, tits pushed against hers. Her lips attacked yours, tongue dipping into your mouth and sucking, pulling noises out of you that you had never heard before.

You pulled away, admiring her flushed face and swollen lips. She was breathing heavily, and the look on her face dropped into terror as she realized what she had done. “I’m so sorry, ma’am.” She backed up, releasing you from your spot against the sink. “Gods,” she rubbed her hands over her face, “I just kissed a married woman in her husband’s home. I should leave.”

“Don’t.” You came to where she was standing, softly grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands away from her face. She was scared, looking at you. Scared of what could happen. Scared of how it would be if it didn’t happen.

Slowly, cautiously, you pressed up on your toes and pulled her in for another kiss. And she was lost. Gone, forever. There was no returning from this.

She grabbed your ass, lifting you easily onto the counter as she continued kissing you. Her body was hard and hot and calling you, and the way she dragged her hands up and down your waist, carefully flicking her thumb over your nipple made your panties drenched. “Do that again,” you whined, arching your tits towards her.

“Do what, sugar?” She played coy, letting her hands rest on your waist. “This?” She ran her human hand up your side and flicked her thumb over your nipple again, craving the moan that fell from your lips. “Tell me, sugar, was it this?” She pulled the top of your dress down slowly, giving you time to interject. But you didn’t, and she made quick work of removing your bra.

She left wet, hot kisses down your chest, lips latching around your nipple. She sucked hard, making you cry out and grind your hips in the air. She could’ve made a snarky comment about that, she desperately wanted to, but the way your body reacted to her mouth on your perky nipple was too compelling.

Once she had given both of your tits equal attention, she stood back up and met your eyes. “Y’r gonna have to tell me where this is goin’, baby. ‘m not goin’ any further until you tell me with words.” Your head fell against her chest, panting.

“Please, please fuck me, Sev.” With a soft ‘fuck’, she lifted you off the counter, your legs locking around her hips. She carried you down the hall with your instruction, kicking the door closed and locking it before placing you on the bed, gingerly.

“Let’s get you out of this dress, mama.” She pulled it down, waiting for you to lift your hips so she could finish the job. Before she could admire you, you were grabbing her by her t-shirt and pulling her on top of you, kissing her once again. Nothing in the world was better than this.

“Sevika,” you moaned as her mouth was reunited with your boobs. “Take off your shirt.” She did as instructed, losing her button down and t-shirt in a few short motions. It left her in her slacks and a sports bra, a great look for her. She stood at the end of the bed, and she grabbed your ankle to pull you down with her. Your ass was on the edge of the bed, and your legs were propped up, spread wide.

“Fuck,” she looked over your body, then threw her head back and shut her eyes. This was wrong. It was awful. You’re married. But the way your panties sat high on your hips and had a noticeable wet spot in the middle was enough to waiver her thoughts.

“Sevika,” you said, weakly. “What do we.. do? I’ve never done this with a woman.” She chuckled a little, sinking to her knees at the edge of the bed, so that her face was level with your cunt. You could feel her warm breath against you, and it made you shiver.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy, angel. What happens next is up to you. But I need my face in y’r pussy.” She looked up at you as she painted your thighs with kisses, occasionally stopping to suck on the skin. She was careful, she didn’t leave any marks, but she adored having your skin in her mouth. She adored having you in her mouth.

You weren’t prepared for her first lick against your cunt. She licked a fat strip from bottom to top over your panties, and you reeled, arching into it and bringing your legs together. She placed both of her hands on the insides of your thighs, forcing them apart. “You’re gonna keep these open for me, ain’tcha, sugar?” Weakly, you nodded, relaxing and allowing your legs to fall apart.

She continued eating you over your panties, sucking at your clit until you weren’t sure what was from you and what was her spit, everything was drenched. She sat up, reaching for the waistband of your panties. Instinctively, you lifted your hips, and she smirked as she pulled them down. “Good job, darlin’, knew exactly what I needed.” Your stomach flipped, and you were sure you were dripping.

Sevika was looking at you like you were prey and she hadn’t eaten in a month. Your cunt was glistening, and you were practically dripping onto the bed. And it was all for her. “Well, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, mama.” You whimpered, entrance clenching at her words, and she could fucking see it. See the way your body reacted to her. She could’ve died a happy woman, right then and there.

She was on her knees again in an instant, tongue finding your clit and sucking. She did all sorts of magical things; twisted her tongue around the bud, flicked it with her tongue, sucked like something would come out if she did. You were practically crying at what she did, it was overwhelming.

Your husband had eaten you out before, several times. He claimed to like it, but it was never quite right. It was never like this. Not when Sevika placed a kiss on your clit and slipped her tongue in you, wasting no time fucking you with her tongue. Her mech hand came up and pinched your nipple, the cool metal feeling like heaven against your overheated skin.

“Sevika,” you cried, fingers winding in her hair as her tongue worked. You were getting close, she could tell. Your clit was twitching and you were clenching around her tongue, but she kissed her way back to your clit and pressed a cautionary finger against your entrance. “Sev, fuck, Sevika, please fill me up, please,” Sevika let out a deep moan into your cunt, her own clit begging for attention.

She kept her mech hand on your nipple while she slowly slid her middle finger into you, stretching you more than your husband’s fingers ever did. She took it slow, going knuckle by knuckle until you bottomed out on her finger. She didn’t rush you, letting you adjust to the feeling of her thick digit inside you before moving.

The feeling of her tongue on your clit and her finger against your g-spot had you crying and whining, begging her for more, more, more, until she gave it to you. She introduced another finger into the mix, letting her ring finger enter you at the same pace as the other.

Two fingers and her tongue must be heaven. She knew exactly what to do, and you were absolutely going to cum. Over and over, at that. She lifted up for a moment, not relenting with her pace. “Come for me, darlin’. Let me have it.”

The knot in your stomach released and all the tension in your muscles relaxed, letting your orgasm flow through your body. Your back arched off the bed and you gripped her hair tightly, the waves of pleasure more intense than any you’d felt before. She made sure she had you coming for as long as she could, unrelenting in her pace until she had milked every drop from you.

You were panting, and you let out a practically pornographic whine when she retracted her fingers from you and stood up, leaning over you. “Open y’r mouth, baby. Stick out your pretty tongue.” Her fingers were quick to breach your lips once your mouth was open, and you shut it around them, sucking your cum off her digits.

Her clit hurt. It was beating so hard, and watching you suck her fingers just made her go even more crazy. She pushed your limits, forcing her fingers further down her throat to see how much you could take. And to her surprise, you took them to the base with no problem, and it made her desperate to see her strap down your throat. “That’s my good girl, ain’t it? Suckin’ me so good.” You moaned, but it was muffled around her fingers.

The hat resting on your closet door handle caught her eye, and a malicious idea bloomed in her. “I want you to ride me, angel. Needa’ come on your pussy.” You sat up, watching her as she grabbed her hat from the closet handle. She tossed it to you and unbuckled her pants, pulling them from her body inch by inch until you got to see all of her. Her boxers came off next, and it was such a sight.

She plopped down on the bed, and you looked at her expectantly, waiting for further instruction. Her legs spread, and she lifted one of them to make space between them for you. You made assumptions, hovering between her legs and glancing over at her. “Ride me, cowgirl. Go until you feel good.”

It took some maneuvering for you to find an angle that worked for both you and Sevika, but when it did, it was earth shattering. Her clit against yours felt like you had been blessed by God, and her wetness seeping into yours felt like she could get you pregnant. She was groaning beneath you, humping you like some kind of fucking dog, and it was the best thing ever.

She reached over and grabbed her hat, placing it on your head. “That’s it, that’s my cowgirl, ain’t it? Fuck, you ride me so well, baby.” You came down harsher against her, the feeling too good to be slow or soft.

“Nnghh- vika,” that is what got Sevika over the edge. Hearing you moan that nickname like a fucking pornstar had her gripping your hips and holding you in place as she fucked up into you and came all over you, whimpering like a bitch in heat. A string of curses fell from her pretty lips before she released your hips and let you chase your second orgasm, one that had you falling onto her chest, unable to move from your fucked out muscles.

After a couple minutes she gently brushed your hair away from your face, admiring your beauty.  You groaned softly, sitting up on your elbow to meet her eyes. “That was really good.” You said, softly. “What if you stay the night?” Sevika shook her head, crawling out of the bed.

“‘m sorry, sweet thing. I don’t feel right stayin’ here after fuckin’ you. ‘s not fair to y’r husband.” You pouted, remembering his existence, to your misfortune. Sudden emotions flooded you as you watched Sevika dress; you just cheated on your husband, and had sex with a woman. Not just any woman - your neighbor. That you would have to see, every day, for the rest of your time living in this neighborhood.

She pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and you let your eyes flutter shut, you let yourself enjoy it before it was wrong. “Bye, Sevika. I’ll see you at happy hour next week?” She smiled softly, knowing she would do anything and everything in her power to be there for you.

“Absolutely, babygirl.” And with that, she was gone.

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˚☽˚.⋆ 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 | 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂

18+ minors please dni. this is all purely fictional and no i do not condone cheating.

content warnings: cheating, douchebag boyfriend, fingering, masturbation, slight internalized homophobia (addressed more in later parts)

pt ii

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⋆. 𐙚 ̊ you met sevika at a night out with all your friends at a nightclub you had no business being at. you and your boyfriend were on another “break.” break entailing he says something really mean to you and you storm out and crash with someone until he apologizes.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ you were leaned against the bar, looking rather bored and out of place when sevika approached. she did not necessarily come up to talk to you but you happened to have the only open seat left. and when she approached you cautiously stepped back and she quickly extended her prosthetic arm around your waist to keep you from colliding with the bar stool.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sevika didn’t even end up sitting in the stool. after her chivalry you insisted on buying her drink then leaving her alone. but now sevika was intrigued. you didn’t look like you came here often. she knew you didn’t. this was sevika’s favorite nightclub for a reason. mainly populated with lesbians; single, taken and everything between.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ you were nothing of the sort. least not at first glance sevika thought. you wore a mini skirt and far too tight crop top. it looked like you were wearing someone else’s clothes. (you were).

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sevika did accept your drink. then she easily coaxed you into shots. it only took one time asking and sevika calling you, doll, for you to oblige. then one shot turned to three.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ then she was unexpectedly sweet. sevika made you drink a whole glass of water and ordered a plate of fries for you. you had insisted sevika have some between bites but she just shrugged and said she ate already.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ somehow you both found yourselves on the dance floor. both your arms draped over sevika’s shoulder and bodies pressed firmly together as you sensually danced against her. you hadn’t felt so free in ages. and when you felt sevika’s hand on your ass—you hadn’t flinched or protested.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ next thing you knew—sevika had you atop the bathroom sink with your lacy thong pooled around your ankles and two fingers deep within you. and she made these filthy animalistic noises in your ear. her hips thrusted with each stroke of her fingers. your head was tipped back against the mirror and you swore you saw heaven in that bathroom.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ you never told anyone about what happened that night or where you ended up. your friends hadn’t bothered asking which you assumed they either knew and didn’t care. or they figured you were a wallflower most of the night.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ you, like always, returned to your boyfriend. you spent two more nights with your friend then he came knocking on their door with a large bouquet of flowers and a puppy dog look in his eyes. so you forgave him and went home. and when he uncoordinatedly jerked off inside of you and grunted in your ear — you found yourself imagining it was sevika.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sevika hadn’t forgotten about you or that night either. she couldn’t. not when she took your pink thong in her back pocket. not when she rubbed herself with it almost every night while she held. she couldn’t get the noises of your mewls, or pathetic attempts to quiet down out of her head. if she thought hard enough—she could still feel how unbelievably wet and warm you were on her fingers.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sevika went back to the club every night in hopes you’d show up. she fucked some random girl in the alley the first night looking for you but was so disgusted with herself—she threw up after the girl went back inside.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ on the second week of looking for you—sevika stumbled in line for street tacos and somehow saw you. you were there. with…a man? with his arm around your shoulder. and whispering in your ear. but the look on your face was distant and glazed over. and not in a good way.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ something had told you to look up. it gnawed at the front of your head. when you lifted your eyes finally—you immediately locked eyes with those intense grey eyes.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ you had made up some excuse to leave the table which your boyfriend didn’t even second guess. sevika cornered you behind the food truck—somehow towering over you more than she had that night. and when you opened your mouth to explain sevika simply didn’t care. you could’ve had two kids with a husband and she wouldn’t have cared.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ her lips swallow any explanation and pour out the two weeks of searching and missing you. sevika tasted like tobacco and whiskey. you tasted like salsa verde and pineapple jaritos. she knew you missed her too because you whimpered into the kiss and immediately latched your arms around her neck.

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ sevika left that night with your number and three of each taco on the menu.

[kirislovelygf]

please could you write sevika dating a ballerina reader??? it can be headcanons (nsfwplss) or a short fic or whatever you like, thank uuu 🩷

i adore this!! thank u for the request my lovely ♡

sevika x ballerina!reader

cw: smut & fluff, hyperfemme reader, butch sevika, oral (r!receiving)

when sevika meets you, it’s like something out of a cheesy rom-com. it’s the middle of a cold, grey winter, and there you are at the bus stop. hair in a tight bun, legs adorned with light pink tights, and a frilly leotard to match. your zip-up jacket doesn’t conceal you at all from the bitter weather.

the second sevika sees you, she starts unzipping her heavy winter coat. the temperature was piercing, but she didn’t care. there was a cute ballerina freezing to death right next to her!

“hey…would you wanna borrow this? it’s way too cold for a light jacket like that, don’t want you to get sick or something.”

and the second you see sevika, light blush on her face with a hand outstretched to offer her jacket, a thousand lightening bolts shock your heart. you don’t yet know who this incredibly kind a wickedly handsome person is, but you know in your gut that you will find out.

you get sevika’s number so that you can ‘meet up’ to give her the coat back.

sevika asks you out after texting back and forth for a few days. she invites you to a cute cafe in town, one of those pretty ones that are covered in plants and vintage art.

you bring her coat to return it, but she insists that you keep it.

she pays for your drink and your pastry without hesitation. sevika is fidgeting with her sleeves the whole time. acting all shy as if she’s some high schooler who’s about to hold hands with a girl for the first time.

the two of you spend a whole afternoon getting to know each other. you learn all about her mechanic job and her two dogs and how she really likes doing crossword puzzles. she learns about how you’re a professional ballerina and you spend all your time at the dance studio.

sevika is so smitten it’s unreal. and when she sees you wearing her jacket when your ready to leave, she knows its game over. her heart can’t take it.

dating sevika is a literal dream. she’ll take you to every rehearsal and be in the front row of every single performance.

after every performance she greets you with a bouquet of flowers and the proudest smile plastered on that handsome face of hers.

“you were amazing as always, baby. i was cheering your name so loud at the end! did you hear?”

sevika will rub your sore feet after you’ve been in point shoes all day. every dancer knows just how fucked up your feet can get from those things. she’ll help you soak them in a salt bath and raise them up while she gently massages the pain away. she’s always gentle with you.

sevika prefers date nights at home. her perfect evening with you includes cooking you dinner, eating with you in the living room while watching a movie, and splitting you open in bed.

on the topic of the bedroom…

the first time having sex with sevika is after dance rehearsal. you come to her apartment exhausted and stressed about an upcoming performance.

while you’re trying to rant to your girlfriend, she gets a little distracted. every inch of your gorgeous body is on display in your tight leotard. and the way your legs are clothed in those sexy tights…she wants to eat you alive.

“…and the choreographer was being ridiculous. my feet were sickled for maybe half a second and-”

“can i help you relax?” sevika interrupts.

she gently grabs your hips with a smirk, peeling the straps of your leotard down.

“so worked up, aren’t you babe? let me make you feel better, please.”

sevika frees you from your tight dance clothes and nearly moans at the sight of your body. bare and needy, and it’s all for her. she gently lays you down on her bed, kisses trailing from your lips and throat to your stomach and thighs.

she licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit, warm tongue sending shockwaves through your veins. she groans at the taste, greedily lapping at your pussy. she can’t get enough of the sweetness of you. and your cunt is nearly drooling over the way she eats you like you’re her last meal.

“god, you taste so damn good,” she growls into you, eyes dark as she pushes her tongue inside you. her nose rubs on your clit with every movement.

you’ve never cum so quickly in your entire life. watching her eat your pussy like a woman starved, the feeling of her hot tongue, her nose on your most sensitive bundle of nerves. it’s no wonder your eyes are rolling back into your skull after only a few minutes.

you clench around her tongue, whimpering out her name as she works you through your orgasm. once you start squirming from overstimulation, she comes up to kiss you.

“that make you feel better, baby?”