Raavi was 10 years old when her MausaPaa had gotten her strawberries, little Raavi fell in love with them instantly, everything had to be strawberry. It was her favourite. Her lollipops were strawberry flavoured, her toothpaste was too, she smelt of strawberries too! and she simply had to have the strawberry candy that Gaumbi kept at the Pandya Store. Strawberries were lovely she decided, they would stay her favourite.
Shiva was 11 when Raavi had developed an obsession for Strawberries. He decided he hated them. He had made sure that Dhara Bhabhi wouldn't get anything remotely close to strawberries home, he didn't want to give the Chipkali even more reason to spend at the Pandya House. As he watched Raavi enjoy her strawberry ice-cream he decided he hated strawberries. He would always hate them. He was sure of it.
Raavi was 17 when she saw Shiva smoke, she decided to let that slide, maybe he liked it, she was not going to complain. Dhara Di was already pretty dramatic at home, she didn't know how she would take to knowing that her "baccha" apparently smoked. Raavi of all people knew he wasn't a baccha anymore, at least not with that body of his. Fierce eyes and a growing stubble, Raavi knew he was well on his way to becoming one hell of a man. She had found herself wanting to taste his mouth, to taste the nicotine that she knew lingered, no matter how many mints he had.
Shiva was 18 when he had his first cigarette, he was quick to like the taste of nicotine, he knew that cigarettes weren't essentially good for him, he also knew that his Bhabhi would probably have a round of fainting attacks if she knew he smoked, but he couldn't help himself, smoking cleared his head. After what had been going through his head, he needed a clear one. It had all started when Raavi had sauntered into Pandya Store, she had sat right at the counter, opposite to him and had sucked on that godforsaken strawberry lollipop of hers, he had been out by the entrance, getting Bori's inside the store, she had looked at him with darkened eyes and he had suddenly found himself wanting to taste her mouth. He had been appalled at the thoughts he had had, she was his Maami ki behen ki beti, someone he had claimed to hate, but for some reason he couldn't stop thinking of her, of the things he would do that pouty mouth of hers.
She was 18 when she knew she wanted him. Perhaps only him. His strong arms, his broad chest, that beard of his and him. His heart was what she wanted, his body was what she craved, his love was what she needed. She was sure she loved him.
He was 19 when he decided that it had to be Raavi. Only her, she had made him go to extremes, be it anger, be it love. He always felt manifold when it came to her. He needed her, he wanted her. Everything about her made him love her. He wanted to make her his in ways he knew only he should. He loved her too much to let anyone else come near her.
It had been a stressful day and he had resorted to smoking, his family was away and he could smoke peacefully, or so he thought until Raavi had barged into the house, irritated at having to stub his cigarette out early, he was ready to reprimand her when he saw those eyes of hers again, her eyes were dark with desire, he found himself stir as he caught the feral look in her eyes.
Raavi knew that now was the time to get to Shiva, the entire family was out and he was the only one at home, she had seen the way he had looked at her, his gaze intense, eyes swirling with desire that he masked all to well. She wanted him and she wanted him now.
They had not known who made the first move, but as Raavi kissed him she had tasted the nicotine, she shivered at the taste, something to toxic and harmful, tasted so good, as she licked into his mouth she wanted more, the taste of nicotine had overpowered the faint taste of mints and she found herself growing wetter, his arms held her tight, her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted her up and carried her to the storeroom.
Shiva kissed her for the first time and tasted strawberries, she tasted so strongly of strawberries, he groaned into her mouth at the taste of her, his hands lifted her up and he led them both to the storeroom, he was unable to stop kissing her, he needed to kiss her. His need for her more vital than breathing.
Soon enough they were breathless, and he had her on the table in the storeroom, she sat there shaking with desire, her lips wet and delightfully swollen, he kissed his way down her body, getting rid of her clothes, he suckled at her breasts and she mewled, he found himself grow harder, the need to ravage her overpowering every other thing. She ground against him, the heat of her was too much to handle, she needed him in her.
He however was in a mood to torment her, he suckled at her breasts, pinched at her nipples and placed bites all over, his hands crept lower and into her panties, his fingers exploring and she keened, tugging at his hair hard, his fingers slipped into her wet warmth and he pressed into her nub with his thumb, she jerked against him, screaming his name in pleasure and pain, his eyebrows furrowed as he sensed her discomfort.
"Tu ne kabhi apne app ke liye nahi"
"Tere fingers mere fingers se bade hai Shiva"
She moaned out and he groaned as images of her touching herself flooded his mind, His fingers were relentless inside her and she found herself quaking with need, she was so so close, his fingers were big, so much more bigger than she was used to and she moaned at the feel of him. He bit into her neck, sucking and she blacked out for a second, screaming his name as she climaxed.
He divested himself of his clothes as she recovered, she was slick enough he noted, kissing her he pushed her down onto the table, he spread her legs wide as he positioned himself at her entrance, one smooth thrust and he was sheathed into her heat, she moaned at the feel of him stretching her, the size of him was perfect, he was perfect.
He thrust into her, his hips circling, and she shook with need, she couldn't comprehend anything but him, his length inside of her, driving her insane, he was ripping her apart and she wanted more of him, she kneaded at her aching breasts, wanting more and more, she was so so close.
Shiva grit his teeth as he tried to hold on, she was close and he was too, the heat of her too strong for him to hold back, he bit onto her collarbone as his hand came down on her nub, smacking her lightly, thats all it took for her too loose it, she screamed as she convulsed, trashing in pleasure, her walls milking him for all he was worth, he followed right behind her, spilling himself dry inside of her.
They lay there panting for a while, she whimpered as he pulled himself out of her, he smiled against her neck and kissed her, plundering into her mouth, as he tasted her mouth again he tasted himself there too, the strawberry delightfully mixed with the faint taste of his cigarette, Shiva decided he liked strawberries, he probably loved strawberries and as his mouth covered hers in a desperate kiss, she fell in love with the taste of him, mint and nicotine, but now he tasted faintly of strawberries too, her favourite flavour.
They tasted of strawberries and cigarettes.
A.N: Okay so this is something very different! I hope y'all like this one!
