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The room was dim, lit by the amber glow of a single overhead bulb. The scent of smoke still lingered in the air from Sevika’s last cigar, curling around the low hum of the city outside the window. She sat on the edge of the bed in just a tank top and boxers, arms behind her, legs spread, like she owned the whole damn room.
And you were pacing.
Well, not quite pacing. More like nervously circling, in just your oversized shirt, tugging at the hem like it would suddenly turn into a suit of armor.
“Spit it out,” Sevika said, her tone amused, one brow quirked lazily. She already had that look — the one where she knew you were working up the courage to say something scandalous.
You swallowed. “I… um. I was thinking…” You paused. She leaned back further, smirking. “Could I, maybe—like—try… y’know… with the strap? On you?”
Silence.
Then a low, rumbling chuckle rolled out of her chest. “You?” she said, lips curving into a wicked grin. “You wanna fuck me?”
You flushed hard. “I-I mean not like fuck fuck—just, I don’t know, try it? I’ve never used one. I don’t even know if I’d be good at it, and I just thought maybe—”
She held up a hand chuckling, standing slowly. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
You clammed up instantly as she walked over, towering, heat radiating off her skin. She was still grinning — not in a mocking way, but something darker, hungrier. “You really want to try?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
She bent slightly, pressing her lips against your ear. “Then strip.”
Your fingers fumbled with your shirt, heart thundering, while Sevika moved to the drawer where she kept her toys. When you looked up, she tossed you the strap-on — sleek, black, intimidating. You stared at it like it might bite you.
“Need help?” she asked, leaning against the wall now, arms crossed. That amused look hadn’t gone anywhere.
“Yes,” you whispered, embarrassed. “I—I don’t even know how it goes on.”
“C’mere.”
You stepped close, and she guided your hips, helping you step into the harness. The whole process had you flustered — her fingers grazing your thighs, tightening the straps, adjusting the dildo so it sat snug against your body. Your core throbbed unexpectedly with each tug of leather.
“Damn,” Sevika said, low and appreciative, eyes raking over your body. “You look so fucking cute with a cock.”
You covered your face. “Don’t say it like that!”
“Why not?” She leaned in. “You’re blushing so bad, but look how wet you already are.”
She wasn’t wrong. The pressure of the harness was just enough to grind against your clit in a way that made you want to whimper.
“You ready, rookie?”
You nodded, heart pounding so loud it was deafening.
Sevika climbed onto the bed, laying back and spreading her legs with no shame. “Show me what you got.”
You climbed on top awkwardly, trying to line things up, gripping the base like it might wobble off. Your hips moved too fast, then too slow. Sevika reached up, grabbing your waist to steady you. Her eyes were locked on yours, equal parts hungry and entertained.
“Relax,” she whispered. “You don’t need to be perfect. Just fuck me how you want.”
Something about that — the trust in her voice, the way her muscles relaxed under you — made something snap in your brain. You pushed in slowly, breath shaking as she groaned, one hand sliding down to her own thigh, gripping hard.
“Oh fuck,” you breathed. “I can feel it.”
“Not the strap, baby,” she rasped, teeth gritted. “You’re feeling you. That slick little grind you’ve got going… yeah. I see it.”
You moaned, hips bucking slightly. The friction against your clit was unreal. You thrust again, more confidently this time, watching Sevika’s jaw tense with each movement. Her eyes burned into you, but you couldn’t stop now.
She growled, low and pleased. “Look at you. Blushing, grinding like you’re the one getting fucked. You love this, don’t you?”
“I—yeah,” you gasped. “I didn’t think it’d feel this good—”
“You gonna come from fucking me, baby?”
You nodded desperately, hips moving faster, your body trembling with effort and desire. You chased it, not even caring anymore how clumsy it was — Sevika was groaning, eyes dark and wild, fingers clawing at the sheets.
When you came, it hit like a wave, your thighs shaking as you buried your face against her neck, whimpering into her skin. You barely registered her flipping you over after, strong arms caging you in, her mouth hot on your collarbone.
“You did good,” she whispered, voice gravel. “But now it’s my turn.”
You didn’t stand a chance.