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“Vika you’re not helping” You groan, throwing another piece of clothing to her face.
You asked your best friend to help you pick out an outfit for your date with Scar tomorrow, it's already 10 pm and you need to be in bed soon to get up early for your morning routine. She's been useless but it shouldn’t have surprised you as she’s never been into this kind of stuff.
“You never even listen to me anyway, you just chose the opposite of what I suggest.” She responds by folding it neatly for you on your bed, knowing how much you hate the mess after getting ready.
“Ok but I value a second opinion. And this is my first date in forever, I have to look good.”
It's true. Your last date was you senior year of highschool, which was a couple of years ago, and let's just say Sevika has had a lifetime of dates and hookups.
Not that you’ve kept track or anything.
You press your lips together, forcing yourself to focus on your closet instead of the way she looks right now—sleeves rolled up, hands moving methodically as she folds your shirt, her brows furrowed in quiet concentration. She’s helping in her own way, but you can’t stop yourself from wishing she cared a little more. That she’d tell you not to go. That maybe, just maybe, she—
You shake your head, grabbing another top and skirt to distract yourself. “Okay, what about this one?” You turn to face her, only to find her watching you already, expression unreadable.
“You look beautiful in anything you wear, if he doesn’t think so, then he isn’t the right one for you.”
You blush and turn back to your closet looking for a good pair of shoes, hiding the fact that anytime she compliments you you turn into a stuttering red mess. She’s always been like this, so effortlessly smooth, so completely unaware of the way she makes your heart trip over yourself. It's infuriating. Unfair even.
You swallow down the lump in your throat, forcing a scoff. "Yeah, yeah, very helpful, Vika. Now, real opinions only."
She chuckles, low and amused. "That was real."
You don’t look at her. You can’t. Because if you do, you’ll start wondering—does she mean it the way you wish she did? Or is this just another one of those casual things she says, the kind that leaves you dizzy while she moves on like it’s nothing?
"Whatever." You wave a hand, like that will swat away the butterflies. Like that will stop the stupid part of you that keeps hoping.
The room falls quiet, your mind running in circles as you sift through outfit after outfit, trying to focus on anything but the way Sevika makes your heart race. She doesn’t rush you, just sits there patiently, folding your discarded clothes like she always does—like she knows you need a minute to overthink everything before you say it out loud.
You huff, tossing the outfit onto your bed and propping your knee up against it. "Ugh. What if I totally screw this up?"
Sevika raises a brow, still neatly folding your discarded clothes. Again.
"Screw what up? You already picked an outfit—unless you're planning on tripping in those heels."
You roll your eyes. "Not that. The date. Scar. What if he—" You hesitate, suddenly feeling ridiculous for even saying it out loud.
Sevika leans back against your headrest, arms crossing over her chest. "What if he what?"
You groan, covering your face with your hands. "What if he tries to kiss me? I mean—I haven’t kissed anyone in forever, and I’ll probably be terrible, and what if I make it weird?"
There’s a pause. You peek through your fingers, and Sevika’s watching you again, unreadable as ever. Then—
"You want me to help you?"
Your brain short-circuits. "What?"
She shrugs, completely casual, like she just offered to help you with your math homework. "If you’re that worried about messing up, we could practice."
Your stomach flips. "P-Practice?"
Her lips twitch, like she’s holding back a smirk. "Yeah. So you don’t embarrass yourself."
You can’t tell if she’s joking. You can’t tell if this is just her messing with you, or if there’s something else beneath the teasing. But the idea of it—of her—makes your heart pound so loud, you’re sure she can hear it.
"I—" You have no idea what to say.
Sevika tilts her head, waiting. "Well? Yes or no?"
Your heart is practically clawing its way up your throat. "I—uh—" You clear your throat, forcing yourself to sound normal. "You’re—you’re serious?"
Sevika shrugs, her expression unreadable. "Only if you want me to be."
That doesn’t help. At all.
You try to laugh, but it comes out a little too nervous. "You—you can’t just say stuff like that, Sevi."
"Why not?" she smirks, shifting her weight. "You need help, I’m offering. It’s just practice, right?"
Just practice. Right.
Your fingers tighten around the fabric of your pajama shorts. The air between you feels heavier now, like one wrong move might tip you into something you can't undo.
You should say no. You should absolutely say no.
"I mean…" You swallow hard, avoiding her eyes. "I guess… maybe it wouldn’t hurt to—"
"Okay."
Your breath catches. "Wait, now?"
Sevika gets up and walks around to the side of the bed your on, standing right in front of you. You can smell her stupid cologne, see the way the dim light catches on her jawline, her lips—
She tilts her head. "Unless you changed your mind?"
You should change your mind. You should laugh it off, push her away, pretend this never happened.
But instead, you just stand there, frozen, completely at a loss for words.
And Sevika—Sevika just waits. Like she knows exactly what she's doing to you.
You feel like your brain has stopped working. Like all the air in the room has been sucked out, leaving you standing there, barely remembering how to breathe.
"I—I don’t know," you stammer, forcing yourself to look anywhere but at her mouth. "Wouldn’t that be weird?"
Sevika smirks, and it’s so unfair how confident she looks while you’re over here falling apart. "Only if you make it weird."
You scowl, trying to play it off. "Oh, so you’re a kissing expert now?"
She shrugs. "I get by."
You groan, dragging your hands down your face. "You’re impossible."
Sevika chuckles, low and amused, but she doesn’t move away. "Look, if you’re nervous, it’s normal. First kisses are always awkward."
You drop your hands. "This wouldn’t be my first."
"First in a while, then." She leans down just a little, teasing. "Unless you’d rather let Scar figure it out for you?"
You whip your head up, eyes wide. "That is not —" You cut yourself off when you see the glint in her eyes. She’s enjoying this.
You huff, crossing your arms. "Fine. Since you’re so experienced, show me what I’m supposed to do."
Sevika doesn’t move at first, just studies your face like she’s waiting for you to take it back. When you don’t, she exhales through her nose, a little amused, a little something else you can’t name.
Then, softly—"Come here."
You hesitate, but then she’s reaching out, fingers brushing against your chin to tilt your face up. Your breath catches.
This is a terrible idea.
Her gaze flickers to your lips for half a second. "Relax."
Relax?! As if that’s possible .
Still, you force yourself to stay still, heart pounding so hard it’s dizzying. And then—slowly, deliberately—she leans in.
Your eyes flutter shut at the last second, and then—
A soft press. Just barely there, more warmth than pressure.
She lingers, testing, waiting—giving you a chance to pull away.
But you don’t.
Your eyes fall shut, a small sigh escaping your lips.
You feel her smile against you, then pull back, “This ok?” she whispers.
You reach her eyes and just nod. She chuckles then presses her lips back against yours, just as soft as the first time.
Her hands find your face, cool metal pressing into your warm cheek, and the other at the base of your back, as yours move to rest on her chest softly playing with the collar of her shirt. She slowly moves her lips against your own, gentle and patient, like she’s letting you set the pace. She's warm- so much warmer than you expected, adding to the cozy atmosphere as you head begins to feel fuzzy with comfort and need.
Her human hand begins to rub your back, lips slowing down, pressing one last lingering kiss before finally pulling back. Her thumb brushes against your cheek, her gaze searching yours.
You swallow, trying to steady yourself. "So… was that a practice run or…?"
Sevika tilts her head, smirking again—except this time, it feels different. Softer. "You tell me."
You debate to confessing, you should stop. Laugh it off. Pretend this was nothing but a favor from your best friend.
But the way she’s looking at you now—like she’s waiting for something—makes it impossible to ignore the truth pressing against your ribs.
You lick your lips, still tingling from her kiss. "Sevika, I—" You stop yourself, pulse stuttering.
Her smirk fades just slightly, her fingers still resting against your cheek. "What?" she asks, voice softer now.
“I need you please.”
Sevika stills.
Her eyes darken, something small opening the door that you both can’t close now.
Your words hang between you, heavier than anything you've ever said before. You don’t even know if you mean it the way it sounds—all you know is that you can’t keep pretending this is nothing. That you don’t want to go on that date. That you don’t want anyone else.
Her fingers twitch against your cheek, metal cool and grounding. "You sure?" Her voice is quieter now, careful in a way that makes your heart clench.
You swallow hard, nodding before you can talk yourself out of it. "Yeah."
Something shifts in her expression, her jaw tightening like she’s trying to hold herself back. But then she exhales, slow and measured, and her thumb brushes along your cheek—gentle, almost reverent .
"Then don’t go tomorrow."
Your breath catches.
She leans in, just close enough that you can feel her there, waiting—giving you the chance to change your mind.
You won’t .
Your fingers curl into the fabric of her shirt as you whisper, "Okay."
And the second the word leaves your lips, Sevika closes the distance.
Lips finding yours, a little more aggressive than the first, full of want and need but still carrying gentleness and care. She lifts you up and lowers you onto your bed, holding her weight up so as to not crush you as she hovers.
Still in the mood of confessing, you pull back, slide your hands up her chest, feeling the warmth of her under your fingertips. Your heart is racing, but this time, it’s not from nerves—it’s from wanting . From finally letting yourself want her.
She watches you, her dark eyes searching, like she’s waiting for you to say something. To stop her. To take it back.
You take a shaky breath, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt. "I’ve wanted this for so long, Vika." The words tumble out, breathless and raw, before you can second-guess them.
Her expression shifts, something unreadable flickering across her face. "Yeah?" Her voice is lower now, rougher.
You nod, lips parting to say more, but she beats you to it. "Me too baby, surprised you didn't pick anything up, been flirting with you this whole time.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “W-what? But you’ve been with so many girls.”
Sevika huffs a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she presses her forehead against yours. "Yeah, and none of them were you ."
Your breath stutters.
She rolls her eyes, brushing her nose against yours, her voice softer now. "Thought you just weren’t interested. Figured if you wanted me, you’d say something."
You almost laugh at that. "Are you serious? Sev, I’ve been losing my mind over you for years ."
She smirks, one hand slipping down to grip your waist. "Yeah? That why you nearly passed out when I kissed you?"
Your face burns. "Shut up."
“Let me take care of you."
“Please.”
Her lips are back on yours before you can even respond, stealing the air from your lungs. You sigh against her mouth, melting into the way she holds you—steady, sure, like you’re something she wants to hold onto.
You quickly learn you love the feeling of her plump lips against yours. Your hand slides through her hair soft pulling, making her lowly groan.
Oh.
She shifts pressing a knee in between your legs, rough jeans meeting your damp core. She smirks, grinding her knee creating friction between the two of you.
You head leans back against the sheets, neck inviting Sevika to press kisses down your throat, lightly nipping and sucking, successfully pulling moans out of you.
Her kisses trail all the way to your stomach, lips stopping and eyes flickering to your face for confirmation.
“Please.” You ask lifting your hips up allowing her to pull your underwear and shorts all in one go.
“Hm so pretty baby, so wet for me,” she stills spreading your legs with her hands softly stroking your thighs.
She’s admiring it.
You whine, blushing, hiding your face with your hands.
“No need to be embarrassed, I’m just as wet for you.” You blush at her words, just as you remove your hands from her face and look down, she presses a kiss right against your heat.
Oh my god.
Slowly she presses kisses, licking all the way from you hole to your clit, softly sucking on the bundle of nerves, making your back arch and moan, successfully losing your breath. Her tongue is velvet, collecting all the juices flowing out of you, needing to taste you. Her eyebrows are furrowed, so concentrated on making you feel good, it's the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“Your-your tongue feels so good Vika.” You say in between moans.
She moans against your pussy, shooting sparks up your back. She comes back up to kiss you, letting out a whine but getting cut off by her metal thumb lightly circling your clit, she pulls back to lift her other hand, pressing her middle and ring finger against your lips silently telling you to open you mouth. She slides both fingers in and out, eyes darkening on the way your mouth circles against them and tongue licking, getting them nice and wet. Pushing then in too far, she makes you gag your eyes shooting up to her face, she keeps them there wanting you to choke around her.
“Mhm good girl,” She keeps them there watching as your throat tightens, begging for air. She pulls them out, trialing them down your body, leaving a trail of spit. She reaches back down between your legs, pressing both into you.
“V-Vika.” Moaning at the sudden stretch.
“You’re taking me so good baby, so tight, keeping me warm hm?”
“Yes, god yes.” Her words turn you on even more.
While her fingers pump in and out of you, her lips circle back around your clit licking and sucking.
“Oh, r-right there please, please.” You moan as her fingers curl inside you and press up, finding that delicious spot.
Her speed picks up, making it her goal to make you come.
The stretch of her fingers, her mouth, her tongue all bring you closer to release. Your hands find your chest, teasing yourself but massaging your breasts and pinching your nipples. She rubs and licks, never breaking motion, that familiar heat building in your stomach, back arching against the bed, breath picking up, whines getting louder and more desperate. So so close, almost there, just a little bit more and-
“Sekiva, yes yes yes yes.” Your eyes roll back, hips twitching releasing all over her fingers and mouth. She licks you through your orgasm. Pushing her head once it gets overstimulating.
Your body trembles as the waves of pleasure subside, breath still coming in shallow pants. Sevika presses a final kiss to your inner thigh before pulling away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Lying next to you, hand pressing the back of your head sealing your lips together. You both moan, sharing your release between sloppy kisses and tongue.
She pulls you back and holds you close to her chest, stroking your back and you come down from your high.
Once your breath goes back to normal she presses your foreheads together.
Sevika smirks, “Still nervous about your date?”.
You laugh, “What date?”
“You should probably text him.”
You yawn, eyes closing “Yea I’ll do it in the morning. I do wanna clean up though. Shower?”
“Sure.”
And if you end up on your knees to give Sevika head under the stream of water, no one has to know.