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You had just finished your shower routine, stepping out with your dirty clothes to toss in the hamper. Down the hall you could hear Sevika putting away her weights, having probably just finished her morning exercise. The two of you had only been roommates for a few months now but your dynamic felt as natural as if you’d known each other forever, despite her being some years older. She was fairly stoic at first and hard to read, however, after a while you started to get more of her dry humor and eventually you two were bonding over TV shows, queerness, drinking, and more. You had been a bit intimidated by her in the beginning, mostly because she was insanely attractive; tall, muscular, and just cocky enough to have you wobbly in the knees at first meeting. Your room was the one to the left of the bathroom, making it a short stop.
You picked up your basket to take from your room to the laundry room, going down the hall and into the living room. Sevika was standing by her weight rack in her tight biker shorts and black sports bra, a towel over her neck although her skin was still damp with sweat. If she knew about your less than appropriate crush on her, she didn’t ever let on. She had no problem walking around in her boxers, she never held back in casual flirting, she almost seemed to show off when you were around. Or maybe you were reading into it, both of you knew she had a reputation; however, you never noticed her staying out too late or bringing home girls even when drunk and rowdy she's been nothing but the perfect roommate. Perhaps she perfectly timed her escapades for when you were out.
She didn't notice you walking past her, her earbuds blasting away loud enough that you could hear. While you worried about the integrity of her eardrums, you did not waste the opportunity to admire her before slipping into the laundry room. The fast thrum of the washer let you know a cycle was already in, Sevika must've started her load earlier that morning. You placed your basket down and made your way back to your room. Sevika had disappeared but she was fairly punctual with her laundry and would probably let you know when the washer was free if she didn't load it for you. You ended up spending some time tidying your room, finding idle tasks to fill the wait.
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Sevika removed her earbuds, putting them down on the coffee table nearby. Once her weights were properly set, she checked the time, casually thinking through a list of what else needed done for the day. Luckily, it seemed she was free once her laundry was finished which should've been soon. She sighed, stretching her arms above her head to pop her back and wandering to the laundry room. Your basket was the first thing she noticed, realizing you must've slipped past her just minutes before. Typically, you worked on Fridays so you were probably already gone for the day. She made the decision to also finish up your laundry for you, since you had already brought it out.
She tossed her wet clothes into the dryer, messing with the settings and kicking it into gear. Then she reached down to start grabbing your dirty laundry, the good roommate she is, only to hesitate. At the top sat a pair of underwear, a simple and casual pair, pink in color, crumbled amongst a mix of fabrics. It wasn't the first time she found herself in this dilemma when just trying to help out. Sevika had gone out of her way to make sure you felt welcome in this apartment, to make sure you weren't uncomfortable by her. These actions didn't quell the slight guilt whenever she found her gaze lingering too long. Imagining all the filthy things the two of you could do. She couldn't help it, you were attractive, nothing but sweet to her, and Sevika wanted nothing more than to place her head between your thighs and drown.
A little while after you moved in she stopped hooking up with other girls, trying to work up the courage to commit to something or make a move. Anything! She never beat around the bush, but for some reason you made her second guess herself; it didn't help that if you weren't into her or if it went badly it would make living together unbearable. Or you’d just move out and she'd have to find a new roommate that also didn't suck (difficult). This setback didn't stop her from thinking about you constantly though, especially when alone with a toy pressed against her clit. Eventually, Sevika picked up the offending garment, biting her lip slightly.
This isn't the first time the idea had crossed her mind, she had even toyed with the fantasy on rare occasions but she had never acted on it. This wasn't something she had even done with past partners, the sex hiatus was probably just getting to her. However, you weren't home and she needed to shower anyways, this would be the first and only time. Sevika could already feel herself getting riled up at the thought of using your panties to get herself off, reasoning with herself, you wouldn't even know. She flipped them inside out, exhaling sharply when she felt that they were still damp. You must have taken these off that morning, and with that thought she had them pressed against her face with no further hesitation.
Using her foot, she pushed your basket out of the way to lean against the empty washer. She inhaled deeply, picturing herself bending you over and lifting one of those little nightgowns you wear. You'd be wearing these panties underneath, moaning under her as she squeezes your ass, spreading you open. Sevika found herself lost in your smell, forcing her clammy hand past her waistband and briefs. She should've been embarrassed by how soaked she was already, barely having to dip her fingers to spread it over her clit to help it swell to life.
She was practically drooling onto the fabric, jerking on her throbbing clit quickly with her thumb and two middle fingers. Sevika moaned loudly, pulling the panties from her nose; she used her prosthetic elbow to support herself against the washer. Her legs spread more to accommodate her reaching down to press the same fingers into herself, thumb still pressed against her heat. She grit her teeth, she was wet enough to easily move in but the stretch still burned.
“F-fuck…” A few flicks of her thumb had her relaxed again, gasping as she started to fuck herself slowly. The washer creaked behind her as she shifted to look at the pink panties in her hand, she wanted to eat you out through them so badly. She wanted you to squirm and whine as she made you soak them over and over before finally tearing them off to taste you with no barriers. Her jaw fell slack, thrusting faster into herself and curling her fingers just right each time. Quiet moans were forced from her, her thighs trembling. It was hard for her to stand like this, even with the support, not used to being on the receiving end of this position. But Sevika knew it wouldn't take much longer at this rate.
She watched the stretch of her shorts hiding the mess she was making, muffling the sounds. The help of your personal item also needed to be noted for her impending release, she lifted them to her nose again and whined. Spreading her fingers more she thrusted with more force, rolling in hips in time. People often saw her physique and assumed she'd be controlling, dominating, but in bed she wanted to serve. She could cum untouched just from the sounds of her lover falling apart, teasing her, using her tongue, hands, strap-
A gasp from the hallway snapped her from her thoughts immediately. Sevika's eyes flew open and she dropped the underwear as if they burned to the touch, ripping her other hand from shorts. She looked through the half closed door and into your eyes, blurting without thinking, “I thought you were at work!”
You just stood there, eyes wide and face red with your mouth gaped open. She had no clue how long you had been there, but evidently you had seen enough. Your gaze followed where she had dropped the garment, seeming to replay what you saw while struggling to find words. Sevika had no words herself, she was mortified, frozen, and caught red handed. A million unspoken things seemed to be racing between you two, all of them unreadable. The silence was more torturous than anything that could come from your mouth. Sevika waited patiently for whatever scolding could come, instead you swallowed thickly before speaking.
“They’re cutting hours at work… I'm alternating Fridays now,” You chewed on your lower lip, shifting your weight from foot to foot, “U-um… Are those my underwear you were..?”
“I'm sorry–” She said. You were visibly eyeing the wet spot over Sevika's crotch. A flash of shame washed over her knowing her guilt was all over her clothes and hand, feeling hot under your gaze. She was typically so strong and confident but she truly messed up this time and didn't know how to fix it. “This– This isn't some normal thing for me, I just– There's no excuse…”
She broke eye contact, unable to hold your unreadable gaze. You pushed the door further open, stepping into the laundry room and getting in her space. You were standing so close she was worried you could smell yourself on her face, but she didn't dare step away, leaving herself at your mercy. Sevika was much bigger and stronger than you, albeit if you wished to hurt her, yell at her, anything, she would let you if it meant atoning. She felt she deserved whatever came next. However, you tilted your head, looking into her silvery eyes with a devious twinkle in yours and a small smirk on your lips.
“Oh, you just randomly needed my panties to finger yourself?” Your voice came out breathy, your hands hesitating to reach out to her, “It's something a girl can only dream of catching you doing…” Sevika's breath caught in her throat, face turning redder than she thought possible. She exhaled slowly and replied, “I’ve… Thought about borrowing a pair before… Didn't realize you felt that way, or maybe I would've had a small collection by now.”
You giggled a bit, finally placing your hands on her chest. The taller woman felt herself relaxing, starting to understand that you weren't upset and actually had been waiting to pounce. Her prosthetic hand gripped your hip, leaning her face closer to yours as the heat started to build up in her center once more. As soon as your lips brushed against hers she slipped her tongue into your mouth, gently massaging yours with her own. With a hum you pressed against her chest, practically clinging to her. Quickly, Sevika turned and pressed you into the washer, deepening the kiss. The moans slipping from your mouth had her rocking her hips into you. The kiss broke with a gasp from Sevika, she moaned softly feeling the seam of your shorts drag against her center through her clothes. Her clit was on the larger end of the spectrum, protruding out from her labia when aroused; able to feel each roll of your hips against hers.
Your hands tugged at the little hair Sevika has at the base of her neck, your leg moving to hook over her hip and pull her even closer. Taking the hint, she reached down with both hands to squeeze your thighs before lifting you onto the washer. In-between catching your breath you left small bites and kisses along Sevika’s neck, letting her rut into your core for a bit. She felt you smile against her neck, nuzzling the shell of her ear before asking your next question.
“How long have you wanted to fuck me?”
“Since you moved in,” she answered, her hips jerking to a stop causing a low groan in her throat, “I didn't want you thinking I had, y'know, ulterior motives for letting you move in… ‘Tried to keep my attraction subtle.”
She kissed you softly, her thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs. The motion made you aware of the arousal still on her fingers, making you throb with want.
You pulled away with a devious look, “Awe, is panty sniffing subtle to you~?” Sevika scoffed and reached to rip your shirt off instead of responding. You lifted your arms to help her, then immediately went back to tugging and running your fingers through her hair. She hummed in satisfaction, pushing you back so she could bend over and take a breast into her mouth. Gasping, you held her in place welcoming the teasing bites and licks.
“O-Oh– Good girl, ‘Vika,” you whined, jolting when she gave a much harsher bite before switching to the other nipple. What were once comfy shorts were now an annoying obstacle to what you really wanted. Sevika pulled off with a pop, watching you with hooded eyes.
“Now, how long have you wanted to fuck me?” She had a wolfish grin on her face, reaching her hand up to keep fondling your chest. Flushing more, your hands fell to cover your face only to be caught by her prosthetic hand and held between the two of you.
“Since I met you,” you squeaked, causing her to snicker.
“Don't get shy now,” She let go of you for just a moment so she could remove her sports bra. You watched her full breasts fall loose, hanging low above her abs without the support. Without waiting you reached to squeeze one, flesh spilling over your hand. Your other hand took a brown nipple and pinched, rolling it between your fingers. Sevika hissed, falling into you and pressing her forehead to yours. It amazed you how sensitive and expressive she was in bed, you couldn't get enough. She moaned your name, gripping your hips and tugging you into her again. It turned you on how easily you could take control from her and then pass it back.
Her moans fell over your lips, her eyes cloudy and she clung to you. Then you heard her murmur, “Please let me taste you, I need it–”
You let go of her breasts leaning back with a shaky sigh, “Do it, get a taste from the source~”
Sevika tried to glare but the comment only made her wetter. She hurriedly removed your shorts but stopped at your panties. They were white, extremely soft to the touch, and utterly ruined. She knelt down and covered your whole cunt with her mouth over your underwear. Her hand held your thighs keeping you stable over the edge of the machine.
“Sevika!” You cried, one hand holding you up, the other reaching to pull her hair more. “D-don’t tease!”
She only continues to suck and run her tongue along your crotch, helping you soak the fabric til she could practically see you through it. You rolled your hips into her face, moaning each time your clit caught on the edge of her nose. Your head fell back, relaxing into the motions with gentle gasps. Only after she had you on edge for what felt like hours did tug off your drenched underwear.
Sevika ate you out like a woman starved, her tongue reaching as far as she could inside you. The pad of her thumb jerked over your clit as her tongue fucked you, causing you to sputter and whine, getting closer to your peak.
“Please! Just like that Sev– I'm so cl– I'm so close!” You gasped out, trembling as you looked down at her. Each pass of her thumb and press of her tongue pushed you closer and closer until you saw white and cried. She kept her pace through your orgasm, moaning louder than you had at the feeling of you clenching around her tongue. Hand leaving your center, she readjusted her hold on you, continuing to tongue fuck you despite your overstimulation.
You didn't protest, instead encouraging her with the right grip on her head. You guided her up and she gladly drew your slit into her mouth, sucking hard. If she wasn't holding you up you would've fallen. Her tongue flicking against your bud over and over when you hadn't even recovered from the first orgasm had your eyes rolling back. It didn't take long for her to draw a second orgasm from you, one that had your eyes watering and body shaking. Only then did she withdraw her mouth, panting a bit. You watched through blurry vision as she licked your essence from her mouth.
Before you could even say anything she was back between your legs, this time kissing and leaving little marks along your thighs. You squirmed, enjoying the sensation but still so shaky.
“One more?” Sevika all but begged, her voice ragged. She slowly nosed her way up towards your center. A soft whine left you.
“You can try,” You brought a hand up to toy with one of your breasts absentmindedly, But I won't have any energy left at this rate–”
You were cut off by her diving back in, sucking your clit back between her lips. Despite the weakness in your muscles you still eagerly grinded into her mouth, tears streaming when she finally slipped a finger into you.
“You were teasing me earlier,” She said, pulling her head back just enough to see your face. She still managed to look so smug even with your mess all over her. “Now here you are… Crying from just one finger.”
Her finger curled and you nearly screamed, “Another! Please!” She gladly obliged, fucking you with the same fingers she had inside just earlier. Sevika had already came when you first started crying, but watching the way you fell apart so desperately over her fingers had her close again. She pressed a kiss to your clit before placing her tongue over it once more. You swore you saw stars when you finally released for the last time. Sevika's fingers filled you just right while her tongue lapped up everything you had to give.
She slowly lowered your legs after removing her fingers, carefully helping you slide to the floor and onto her lap. Ignoring your shaky muscles, you pulled Sevika into a slow, more sensual kiss than the others.
“If…” You were still catching your breath, “If you let me recover for a few minutes I can return the favor.” You toyed with her waistband, kissing the corner of her mouth.
“Oh, I uh,” Sevika chuckled softly, leaning back to show you her shorts. If you didn't know better you would've thought she had an accident with how wet the spandex was. Your breath hitched, eyes widening.
“That's pretty hot if I'm being honest…”
“You think so..?” She smirked, nudging your noses together, “That's good… Maybe instead you can help me out in the shower..?”
“Yeah? Are your muscles too sore from your exercise?”
“Exactly, I'm just so sore and exhausted… I need a pretty thing to scrub my hard to reach places” That made you laugh, pulling her into another deep kiss figuring a light make out session to help recover for the shower was in order. Sevika appeared to have no complaints…