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It was supposed to be a quiet night at the bar, a casual drink between you and your wife. You were normally mindful about your alcohol, but some rowdy ingrate spent the whole night trying to rile up the patrons until he got to you, saying something about beating him in a drinking contest. And you’d always been a bold little thing, so you took him up on the offer. And Sevika was not keen on that idea, but you were an adult, so she watched you and everyone around you like a hawk but didn’t stop you.
She was probably more surprised than she should’ve been that you won, but she didn’t get to congratulate you or anything, seeing as immediately after putting down the last shot glass you collapsed to the floor, too wasted to walk. Not that she was going to, anyway. She had more than half a mind to scold you, getting so wasted in a bar like this with people like this, but you were so inebriated that she knew nothing she said to you right now would stick. As she hauled you in a bridal carry out of the bar, you were all mindless giggles and nonsensical ramblings, your limbs like jelly in her arms and your eyes only half open. It was almost funny, except Sevika didn’t like you being that drunk around strangers. So she walked home, brought you inside, and lowered you onto the bed so you could sleep it off. You flopped onto the mattress like a rag doll with this absent ghost of a smile on your face. Drinking usually made you giddy, but you were out cold about two minutes after Sevika set you down. It was both pathetic and cute.
Sevika didn’t normally come to bed early, and it was still early in the night by her standards, so she just stood and watched you for a little bit. You looked so sweet, cheeks rosy from the alcohol and a bit of drool lingering on the corner of those pretty lips. You’d have a bitch of a hangover the next morning, though, and even though just looking at you like this, all sleepy and soft and clothes riding up, had a tent forming in the crotch of her pants, she’d hate to wake you. You probably needed to sleep. She tried not to think about it at first; she really did try to distract herself from that annoying heat pooling in her gut. Made sure you were tucked beneath the blankets and went to take care of mundane chores. Polished her prosthetic arm. Polished it again before giving up and going back to the bedroom where you were still asleep, because ignoring it had just made it that much worse.
Fuck. She really would hate to wake you.
So she decided she wouldn’t.
She didn’t have to, after all. This wasn’t something she really needed you awake for. She just- she wouldn’t do too much. Just touch you a little, get rid of some of her pent-up tension before she joined you in bed. You’d never notice. You wouldn’t mind. And you were just so beautiful. She couldn’t possibly be expected to just leave you alone, especially now when you were all hazy and sleepy and wouldn’t say anything.
Sevika wouldn’t be too rough. She’d just take what she needed and that would be all. Just for a little while.
She started with getting those blankets off of you, and was pleased when you weren’t disturbed. You were sprawled out onto your side, arm resting underneath your head and legs bent towards your chest, so Sevika had to ease you onto your back instead. A strong hand hooked beneath your legs, turning them gently towards her, and the corner of her mouth turned up in a smile at how easily she was able to move you. Your legs fell out nicely in front of her, and shifting you until you were fully on your back was simple after that. You barely stirred save for the softest, sleepy whimper and your brows knitting together as you adjusted to the new position. So oblivious. So soft. She let a calloused fingertip trace affectionately over your rosy cheek, watching your lashes flutter, before refocusing on the task at hand.
Getting your clothes off proved to be a little more challenging- you were in a skirt, so she didn’t have to waste time fumbling with a fly or buttons, but she wanted your shirt off- low-cut and fitted and driving her crazy. Carefully, she brought her hands to the hem of your shirt and slowly began rolling it up, but a soft whine brought her attention to your half-lidded eyes, bleary from sleep and glassy from the alcohol. She cursed under her breath, but one look at you and it was clear you were in no state to say anything about what she was doing.
“Shh, sweet girl,” she murmured in a soft voice, trying to soothe you back to sleep. She pressed a slow kiss to your cheek. “Just cleaning you up, okay?” The lie slipped out like nothing, and you didn’t question it, letting her slip your top over your head and slurring an “M’kay” before you were passed out again. It was sweet how trusting you were, but you were also very drunk- whatever the case, just as long as you didn’t wake up.
There was no bra to fumble with this time. Sevika slid her hands up your sides, tracing over each rib before they came up to palm at your round breasts. She spent half the time she was with you trying not to stare at them and the other half giving up and toying with them till you got flustered and begged her to stop. But you weren’t protesting now. She played with them for as long as she thought you’d let her, squeezing them and rubbing circles over your nipples while you whined and rubbed your thighs together, eventually bringing her attention down between your legs.
Sevika hiked your short skirt up until it was bunched around your hips, revealing thin cotton panties. Palms pressed against the softness of your thighs as she coaxed them apart. She watched your face for signs of waking before deciding the coast was clear and pulling your underwear down to your knees. The sight of that pretty, pulsing pink hole made teeth sink into Sevika’s lower lip so harshly she nearly drew blood.
“Pretty baby,” she murmured, low and barely audible. “Gonna take such good care of this pretty pussy.”
She made quick work of undoing her pants, tugging both slacks and boxers down in one swift move to free her throbbing length. A low, guttural groan sounded in her throat and she gave herself a few slow, lazy pumps above your sleeping form, exposed and not even knowing it. The urge to just plunge inside and start slamming into you was almost overpowering. But she couldn’t be too rough. She didn’t want to hurt you and wake you. Besides, Sevika wanted you a little wetter first. It wasn’t hard to do- she dampened two fingers with a bit of her own spit and lightly teased your cunt with them until her fingers came away sticky, which she promptly sucked off. She watched your face the whole time, watched as your features knit together and your lips parted in a little mewl. Fuck, you were killing her with those tiny sounds. She was so tempted to throw caution to the wind and make you scream, but Sevika wasn’t that mean.
She settled further in between your legs, grasping her aching cock that was already dripping from the tip. Reminding herself to be gentle, she positioned herself at your waiting entrance before finally letting herself thrust into you.
Fucking god, you were tight. Sevika couldn’t stop the strained sound of relief that escaped her as she sunk into you, inch by inch, until she was buried to the hilt into your dripping heat. She had to let herself adjust for a minute, just because she knew if she didn’t she wouldn’t last a damn second. And you were so good, so pliant, with your thighs clenching and whimpering the deeper she pushed inside of you. Such lovely reactions, even in sleep. And you didn’t have a clue, just lying here letting yourself be used all Sevika wanted. Probably thought you were having a wet dream. The way your walls squeezed around her threatened to make her finish right then and there, but she was determined to drag this out while you were so out of it. You just gave so nicely for her. Like you were made for this. The way you fluttered around her was almost too much, and the sounds you were making as she began a slow, smooth rhythm with her hips were absolutely maddening.
“That’s it,” Sevika rasped, still low enough not to wake you. She moaned low and couldn’t help picking up the pace just a little. You felt so fucking incredible. Her perfect, sleepy baby. She wasn’t going to be able to hold herself back for long. And then you gave a little mewl and your hips rolled forward into hers, unconsciously chasing the feeling, and she almost cooed. “That’s it, honey. Take me so nice. So good, letting me use you like this..”
Sevika bottomed out inside your cunt, trying to keep her grip on your waist from becoming bruising as she held you in place. She wanted to feel every flutter of those warm, wet walls around her. She was panting now. The way you sucked her in like you couldn’t get enough- she’d leave you fucking leaking for days. She was so deep your stomach bulged out slightly every time she fucked into you, and god, was that sexy. She didn’t get rough, but her hips started to stutter and her control started to slip as she chased her building orgasm, watching your face scrunch up and sigh and contort faintly with pleasure. She let out a low, shaky laugh at the sight, less from real amusement and more to keep herself from just fucking you stupid. “Gonna paint your pretty pussy white.”
Her hips gave one last spasm, and then came inside of your stretched hole with a deep groan and flooded you with a hot rush of her cum, and then she kept fucking into you until she had forced every drop into that pretty hole, until you were spilling around her cock, and only then did she finally pull out with a groan and a soft squelch.
The sight that greeted Sevika when her vision cleared up was absolutely filthy: you, sprawled out and flushed, red handprint marks pressed into both sides of your waist and your swollen pussy leaking drops of her cum. You looked utterly debauched, utterly used, and somehow still sleeping just like she wanted. Her good, beautiful, perfect girl.
If you were awake, she would’ve stayed inside of you and slept that way, but she didn’t want you sore. Still, though, unwilling to relinquish your warmth, the still half-undressed Sevika crawled over behind your back, wrapping her arms around your waist she buried her nose into the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent. She’d explain the mess between your legs in the morning.
“Sweet dreams, baby.”