౨ৎ older!sevika x controversially younger!reader ❜
── ♡ synopsis: the scariest woman of zaun has been leashed by none other than you.
── ♡ cw: big age gap, banter, sevika has tattoo(s) older than reader, sensitive!reader, pwp, insecure!sevika, petnames (sweetheart, babyface, angel, sweetheart), strap usage, biting, nipple play, getting interrupted mid-sex, secret relationship, cuddles post-sex
── ♡ note: looking for author mooties!
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“You don’t understand.”
You didn’t look away, you just smirked. “I think I do understand.”
“No, you don’t.” Sevika got up, “my tattoo’s older than you,” she said, referring to her forearm.
Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.
“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.
Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”
“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”
“You.”
Her reply pissed you off even more.
“Listen here, you—”
Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.
It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.
“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”
You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.
“But I can.”
“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”
Your cheeks went bright red.
“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”
You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.
You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.
But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.
So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—
“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.
Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”
You huffed. She continued on;
“—and it ain’t me.”
“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”
“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.
Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”
You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”
You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.
The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.
Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.
The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.
When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.
Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.
The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.
“Kiddo.” she called.
You didn’t look back.
She sighed. “Sweetheart.”
You stopped walking.
“What do you want?”
Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”
You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”
“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”
Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.
What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.
You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”
“Wait—”
“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”
“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.
Maybe she liked it.
“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”
You crossed your arms, raising a brow.
Sevika stared.
“Well?”
“Say the magic word.”
“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”
You smiled—slow, almost sensual.
“Good girl.”
You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.
“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”
Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”
“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.
Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.
But it also intrigued her.
It intrigued a big part of her.
The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.
The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.
So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.
The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.
You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—
“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”
Sevika looked over at you.
“Other side?”
“Piltover.”
“Oh.”
Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;
“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”
You smiled a little.
“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”
Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.
Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.
“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”
“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”
Sevika went silent.
This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.
Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.
Sevika watched you with amused eyes.
“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.
It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.
“I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.
“You always say that out loud?”
Sevika blushed.
“No…”
You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.
You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.
“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.
“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.
You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.
“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”
“And who’s stopping me?”
Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.
“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.
“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”
She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.
Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”
“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”
Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.
“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”
Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.
Every scar told a story.
And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.
Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.
“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”
She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.
“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”
Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.
The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.
“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”
You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.
Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.
“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.
“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”
Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.
“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.
You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.
The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.
Being full felt good.
Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”
You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”
She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.
“They’ll come for you, dollface.”
“Sevika…?”
Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.
Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.
“Are you expecting visitors—?”
“No. Don’t come out.”
Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.
“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.
Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.
“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”
You heard a gruff male voice say.
Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”
You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.
You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.
Then you walked out.
“Who’s at the door?”
“Nobody.”
Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.
“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”
“Go back inside.” She snapped.
You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.
You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.
She was fuming.
“I told you to stay inside.”
“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”
“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.
You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.
Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?
You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.
“Sev?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”
“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”
Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
You looked.
“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”
You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”
Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”
Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Are you gonna do this forever?”
“What?”
“Hiding me from the world?”
Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.
“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”
“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”
“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.
Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”
“Alright, grandma.”
Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.
“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”
You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”
Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.
˙⋆✮ Aftercare with Sevika is unlike anything you've had with previous partners, it's non-negotiable. No matter if she's just ravaged you within an inch of your life or slowly, gently worshipped every inch of you it's always the same. Tender, caring and attentive.
˙⋆✮ Cuddles are always first, she needs the physical contact as much as you do. She loves holding you on top of her, chest to chest so that your hearts can calm down and beat together in sync. Her hands are always soothing you whether it's tracing shapes on your back or running them through your hair, massing your scalp- and being peppered with kisses all over is absolute. It has to happen.
˙⋆✮ Aftercare isn't twenty minutes and then it's over, not with Sevika. It's hours. The rest of the day. The only time she leaves you alone is to get you water and whatever food you request- if you can't decide she knows exactly what your comforts food are. Always has them stocked up in the pantry. If you're particularly tired or sore she'll feed you herself with her own hands, no matter how pathetic people think it is.
˙⋆✮ Showers after sex are your absolute favourite because you don't have to do anything other than keep yourself standing while Sevika takes care of everything. Though most of the time you take care of each other. Sevika washes your hair, then you wash hers, together you'll wash every inch of each other... if you're up for it Sevika is always down for another round in the shower- usually gentle, coaxing that last orgasm out of you. Those are you favourite moments.. seeing her need you as much as you need her.
˙⋆✮ Depending on the time of day, naps or sleep after are incredible. You always have the best sleep afterwards because Sevika will never leave you unsatisfied. When she's tucking you both into bed Sevika loves to wrap herself around you, like you're her living, breathing teddy bear. Something you'll always let her have. The soft, needy side of Sevika always comes after sex, a side only you get to see and its possibly your favourite side of her. She knows you're taken care of and happy and she finally lets her guard down.
˙⋆✮ That's when you get to take care of her, when she finally let's you. Running your fingers through her hair or massaging her back- which you know hurts after her being on top and ravaging you for hours. Sevika doesn't complain, never tries to stop you. She knows you love taking care of her as much as she does for you... this is the only time she's vulnerable enough to let you so she never stops you. Sevika would never take that away from you.
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