Different [sevika x black fem reader]

23

You felt your arms tangled around a pillow that smelled just like her. That scent caused your eyes to flutter open, only for you to realize that your pillow was cuddled out of her absence.

You sat up slightly as you looked around. Your door to your bedroom was left cracked open. "Sevika.." you whispered with a frog in your throat.

With no response, you sat there for a moment. Your mind still cloudy and your thoughts hazy. Once it truly settled in that she wasn't in your apartment and that the night you both shared indeed happened, you flopped back down with a sigh.

You closed your eyes as you traveled back to feeling Sevika's warmth. Her hands, her fingers, her thighs, her mouth, her tongue, and those light gray eyes. Even with her gaze darkened, her iris glowed. It was piercing. It was sexy.

You didn't even realize how your own hands traveled against your naked body that your sheets desperately clung to.

You groaned knowing that you had to snap out of your fantasy. Even though this fantasy had come to life, it didn't match with the reality you woke up too.

She was gone. Dealing with "cargo" and things you didn't want to be involved with. One thing that was for sure about Sevika, was that she worked like a dog. Whether it was for a belief or.. no you were sure it was for a belief. You were sure that if it really came down to it.. she would probably put her "job" first.

You had a bad taste in your mouth from the thought. You were catching feelings.. and there was a good chance that you were going to get hurt in the process.

You decide not to think about it any longer and finally got up to go to the bathroom. You washed your face and scrubbed your mouth clean. Staring at your reflection as you spread moisturizer around your face. The picture of you in between her legs as she came on your face popped on your mind.

You quickly rubbed the moisturizer in out of embarrassment. "What is going on with me?" You groaned. You knew exactly what was going on. You were cursed by Sevika's lure and there seemed to be no way to break it besides moving away and becoming someone you're not.

Somehow, Sevika was now intertwined with your path. It seemed going any other way sabotaged everything you worked for. Maybe your thoughts were exaggerated, but it took a lot for you to get to where you are now. Having to restart would be a painful experience you hoped to only have once.

You realized that your wig was no longer attached to your head. Nor was your wig cap. Your cornrows that were a mess were present. Your body seemed to have a dark bruises everywhere. And your lips were puffy from how often they were suffocated. Instead of being embarrassed, you laughed. Joking in your head about how that only meant the sex was good. At least that's something Karla would say.

You thought about calling her soon to update her on your new addition to your plot.

You took another look at yourself before deciding to just unravel your cornrows and slick it back into a tight ponytail. Your hair has grown so long since you left your mother's home. She always tried to straighten or relax it. But after your big chop, your hair has never been healthier and in turn, it has gotten longer.

You decided not to put mousse or curling creams at the ends since you didn't feel like it. It was just going to be a day filled with tv shows and typing essays. You groaned.

You slid on a pair of underwear and a sports bra as you made your way to your refrigerator. You had no food. Not even in your cabinets. You groaned once again.

You were overdue for a grocery run.

You quickly put on an oversized tee and oversized jeans. You slid on some chunky sandals and grabbed your tote.