── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: you and sevika became friends after she helped you to heal the wing that she accidentally hurt. now you’re both attracted to each other, and you’d decided to take the initiative. ✶ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: werewolf!sevika, fairy!reader, pwp, clit fucking, bigclit!sevika, fisting (s receiving), cunnilingus, squirting, tribbing, switch!sevika, switch!reader, size kink, sevika has both arms here. ✶ ̟
the gentle glow of the afternoon sun illuminated the mossy ground, casting soft beams of light through the canopy of tall trees that filled the forest. and it was in one of those trees that you were.
magically shrunk down to your tiny fairy form, wearing a dress you’d crafted yourself from sturdy leaves, cotton, and a few human trinkets secretly swiped from their village, you were gathering small red berries and placing them into a little basket.
suddenly, a large shadow loomed over you, darkening the area around you. instead of getting frightened, you sighed and rolled your eyes as you felt warm breath against your back.
“sevika, you don’t scare me anymore. it’s useless.”
she let out an annoyed huff and a click of tongue, abandoning the pose she had intended to use to startle you.
“i liked you better when i could scare you at any moment.”
you couldn’t help the small, sided smile playing on your lips.
once you finished gathering the fruit, you turned toward her, fluttering your translucent wings to land on the tip of the branch and settle there, facing sevika directly.
sevika was a magnificent specimen of a woman. standing an impressive 2.60 meters tall, she possessed a goddess physique mostly covered in sleek, wavy dark brown fur, piercing gray eyes, long claws, and heightened senses far beyond those of any an ordinary human, not to mention the beautiful, terrifying, and deadly fangs in her mouth.
to anyone else, she would have seemed a threat at first glance, but anyone lucky enough to survive an encounter with her during a full moon would realize she wasn’t bad at all. not even close, actually. despite her usually withdrawn and gruff demeanor, she was cool. quiet, yet she spoke when necessary. territorial and protective, but gentle when the moment called for it. no wonder she had looked after you when she’d accidentally nearly crushed you while chasing illegal hunters through the forest, helping you recover from a damaged wing. now, you were friends. even if she take a long time to admit it.
sevika sat down, her bare back resting against the trunk of the tree you were in, and you watched her from your branch.
she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, simply enjoying the calm afternoon breeze. rhe rise and fall of her breathing made her bare breasts—the left one bearing visible, old scars—move slowly, and you swallowed hard at the sight.
it wasn’t that nudity was anything new to magical creatures like you, but there was something about gazing at her body that went beyond the chaste admiration you felt when seeing other beings that way.
your wings beat, slowly lowering you to the ground. you set the basket down and flew over to her, settling onto her thigh; you quickly and with practiced ease looked away when you realized just how close you were to her groin. sevika opened one eye and gazed at your bare back, watching your raised wings.
“is everything okay?” the werewolf asked cautiously.
“yeah. why wouldn’t it be?” you replied, somewhat distracted, your gaze fixed on a random flower.
“don’t know. it’s just that you usually talk more when we meet up.”
at that, you let out a low chuckle from deep in your throat, raising both eyebrows in a smug, teasing expression as you turned to look her straight in the eye.
“mm, do you miss me so much that you can’t stand not hearing my voice, is that it?”
sevika’s expression shifted from slight concern to scorn in seconds. the werewolf scoffed and glanced away toward the trees, shaking her head in disapproval.
“you’re insufferable. did you know that?”
you simply hummed softly in response—a sound of satisfaction characteristic of fairies—and turned your gaze forward again, missing the moment sevika took the chance to look at your back once more.
the truth was, she hadn’t been able to take her eyes off you for a while now. she was drawn to you, and the embarrassment burned hot in her chest when she realized it, weeks ago.
damn it, you were a fairy barely a foot tall, living your life happily and undisturbed long before she ever showed up. why would you ever reciprocate the sexual attraction (it was something more than that, though she certainly wouldn’t admit it even to herself) felt by a creature larger than anything ever seen before, covered in battle scars and deemed aggressive by everyone else? ridiculous.
“sevika.” your voice snapped her out of her thoughts instantly.
luckily, you hadn’t turned around before speaking, so she had a moment to stop staring at your back.
“what is it now?”
“have you ever slept with anyone?”
what the hell was that.
“...excuse me?”
you swallowed hard and cleared your throat, feeling your face heat up, your heart pounding wildly, and your wings fluttering slightly with anxiety. but you weren’t going to back down.
if you had looked, you would have seen how flushed her cheeks were and the adorable way she couldn’t quite close her mouth, stunned by the question.
“i asked if you’ve ever had sex with anyone,” you repeated, already losing patience.
“okay, okay. i got it the first time. was just... shocked. but yeah, i’ve slept with some people.” silence. “haven’t you?”
“yes,” you replied. too quickly. “and... were they, like, your size? the creatures you were with.”
she paused to think about it, recalling the partners she’d found to help ease the pain of her rut since that was the only time she sought the warmth of another woman.
“well, mostly. i’ve been with other werewolves, a really tall vampire, a gargoyle—”
“you’ve been with a gargoyle?!”
your voice came out loud and shocked; you turned fully to face her, eyes wide and wings flared. sevika let out a chuckle.
“yeah, she was just passing through and we hooked up. she was huge. i’m not exaggerating! i honestly don’t know how i survived that woman…”
you nodded slightly, shock fading as you returned to the core of your question. you bit the inside of your cheek, thoughtful.
“so you have a type, then? someone your size or bigger.”
“mmm, i guess you could say that. but i wouldn’t mind experimenting with smaller creatures.”
“how much smaller?”
sevika stared straight at you now, eye to eye. you maintained a determined expression—clearly forcing yourself not to look away or shy away from the topic—while your heart pounded so hard it was almost alarming.
she watched you, one eyebrow slightly raised and her eyes fixed on you in a mix of mild confusion and sudden realization. she called your name, and that alone was enough to send shivers down your spine.
“whatndo you want with this?”
with a soft sigh, you remained silent but moved to stand on her thigh, using your hands to start slipping off your dress. sevika’s eyes went wide, and she nearly froze in place.
“what are you—”
as soon as you were naked, you barely gave her time to process it before your body was enveloped in a soft, yellowish glow. it lasted a few seconds, until your form began to grow and grow. sevika remained still in the face of the magic, surprised but not frightened, making no move to get up before seeing everything.
when the glow faded, her breath hitched audibly.
you were still you, just much bigger now, though “much bigger” is a bit of an understatement; you were still real short compared to her, but at least you were the height of an average human or some other creature out there. your entire body had adapted to this size, making it perfect for sitting on her lap and holding onto her shoulders.
sevika let out a long, impressed whistle, her gaze traveling from your face down to your feet without a hint of shame. you held her gaze, even though you wanted to bury yourself in the nearest hole. perhaps in her hole.
“didn’t know you could do that.”
“there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“oh really? mind showing me?”
sevika placed her hand on your waist, giving it a light squeeze and a gentle tug to pull you closer. you didn’t resist or hesitate, even though the movement caused your bare pussy to drag against her thigh, making you let out a faint gasp.
she arched an eyebrow, and a smug smile played across her pretty face, making you frown.
ignoring your indignant look, sevika let her eyes roam over your body again, this time shamelessly focusing exactly where she wanted to look. her gaze lingered on your breasts for a few seconds, watching them rise and fall slowly with your steady breathing. then, her eyes traveled down to your intimate area. fully covered in curly hair, annuntrimmed bush, though still smaller than the mess she sported herself. there was also a happy trail leading up to your navel. cute.
you pressed your legs together slightly, unsure if it was out of arousal or an attempt to shield yourself from her gaze.
“so, little fairy, how long have you been thinking so much about who i sleep with? hmm?” sevika whispered as she leaned close to your ear, trailing a lick from the curve of your neck up to the back of your pointed ear. your next breath came out shaky, and you gripped her shoulder, trying to steady yourself.
but you weren’t going to let her get the upper hand, absolutely not.
“ever since i noticed the way you stare at my ass when my dress rides up,” you shot back, turning your head just enough to look her in the eye.
sevika’s grayish eyes widened for a moment before a satisfied laugh escaped her, revealing her sharp fangs.
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sevika took you to her cabin, a safe haven she had built in the woods. far enough away from humans and the routes hunters usually took. hidden enough to ensure peace and privacy whenever she wanted, yet comfortable and airy enough to avoid feeling stifled.
now, you were lying on the heap of stolen human mattress meant to serve as a bed; it was comfortable enough to act as one.
the werewolf loomed over you. her massive, muscular frame contrasting sharply with your smaller body. you probably could cum just from your size difference, her huge body sending electric shocks to your core. and she was kissing you with such voracity and intensity that you were left breathless within seconds, though you were never the one to break the contact.
her large hands gripped your waist and hips possessively, while yours held tight to her shoulders. one of her legs slid between yours, pressing firmly against you. your body gave a slight jolt at the sudden contact, but as you settled into it, you shamelessly began to grind against her, moving up and down with calculated force to feel the slow friction; her thigh quickly soaked with your wetness.
“you’re so wet already.” she murmured against your mouth, her breathing already growing heavy.
“sevika…” you moaned, closing your eyes and focusing on movements that applied more pressure to your clitoris.
“c’mere.” she interrupted your movements, pulling you over with ease and shifting you slightly to the side.
sevika lay down in your spot, settling in before pulling you back, this time positioning you on top of her. it was both arousing and intimidating how effortlessly she could move you around.
you looked down at her, breathing heavily. your brows furrowed slightly when you noticed she still wore that smug look on her face.
“what?”
“nothing. i just like seeing how desperate you are for me.”
you scoffed, but a faint, subtle smile played on your lips. that idiot still knew exactly how to get under your skin.
“shut up.”
“why don’t you come shut me up? got anything that’ll keep my mouth busy?”
you bit your lower lip at this, letting out a slow breath before finally moving. in an instant, your soaked pussy was hovering right over her face. sevika swore she felt dizzy as she inhaled sharply, catching your scent. so close, so ready, and so open for her. a sticky drop even dripped right onto her lips, a testament to just how aroused you were.
“well? aren’t you going to—ah!” your complaints vanished the moment sevika’s broad tongue slowly licked the entire length of your pussy, pausing to swirl firmly around your clit before she locked her mouth perfectly onto you and sucked hard.
you writhed above her, desperate to hold onto something and try to channel the sensations her darting tongue was provoking. all you had were the wooden wall in front of you and her hair, which you gripped with strength far beyond what was normal for your species.
she spent a few more agonizing minutes sucking and licking you, both of you never breaking eye contact. your eyes refused to close, despite the dizzying pleasure radiating from your core.
but, of course, she wasn’t about to stop there.
sevika lifted you slightly, barely an inch, just enough to stretch her tongue out. when she brought you back down, your eyes rolled back and you squeezed them shut as her wet, restless tongue slid into your hole.
your pussy clenched instantly, making sevika groan against you as she felt the pressure. your hips began to move in sync; you rode her face while she tried to bury herself as deep inside you as possible, moving her tongue with precision.
“s—sevika… oh, i… fuck, you—right there! right there!”
you could barely string a single sentence together, and knowing she was eliciting that reaction from you made sevika realize just how much she herself was leaking. how much her own pussy ached in anticipation.
kept her thrusts focused on the spot you’d indicated, holding you steady as your legs began to tremble violently, your body started to jerk and spasm, and your wings fluttered frantically. within seconds, you arched your back and clamped your legs tightly around her head, unable to even catch your breath as you came hard in her mouth.
sevika pressed harder with her hands to pry your legs open, not so she could breathe better, though she was likely close to getting lightheaded from the lack of air—honestly, passing out while being smothered by your legs and pussy wouldn’t have been the worst way to go—but to snap you back to reality so you’d breathe again.
“hey, little fairy. breathe.” one of her hands moved up to cup your face and draw your attention, and it worked.
you released the breath you’d been holding at the height of your orgasm, gasping sharply to steady yourself.
once you regained your composure, your eyes slowly opened; your vision was slightly blurred from the tears that had welled up while your eyelids were squeezed shut.
“you okay?” she asked, her voice a little deeper than usual.
“yeah… yeah, i am.” you let out a long, breathless laugh. “you’re actually pretty good at this.”
sevika rolled her eyes and smiled, holding back a retort to your teasing when she saw the way you were looking at her now.
there was still so much lust and energy in your gaze that, for a split second, sevika felt like she was the prey this time.
“what are you planning?”
you didn’t answer with words; instead, you moved lower, slowly at first, as your legs were still heavy and trembling from the climax, but fully determined in your intent. sevika swallowed hard and moved with you, shifting into a seated position against the wall and keeping her shapely legs spread open.
the sight before you made her salivate like no one else ever had.
sevika’s pussy was absolutely drenched. her hole clenched around empty, her huge clit was fully exposed, twitching.
“holy shit, you’re so beautiful,” you murmured, practically in awe of her.
sevika would have loved to pretend she didn’t feel shy and even more aroused by the compliment, by the look in your shining eyes and your parted lips, but it was hard to hide the flush rising in her cheeks and the way her pussy involuntarily clenched tighter this time.
you settled in closer to her, and shedding any remaining shyness, reached a hand toward her pussy. your fingers grazed her clitoris from top to bottom, the mere contact making the werewolf shiver slightly. your hand continued downward until it reached her pulsing entrance.
trying to regain some of her confident demeanor, sevika let out a soft, teasing laugh.
“what are you going to do with those little fingers?”
“who said i’m only going to use my fingers?”
her eyes widened slightly.
“what?”
you just smiled back, ignoring her uncertainty as you lowered yourself. sevika’s gaze lingered on your arched ass for a moment before she was snapped back to reality, letting out a surprised moan as you licked her clit.
you closed your mouth around the nub and you sucked hard, keeping your lips sealed around it while running your tongue over it. lower down, your hand circled her pulsing entrance.
sevika called your name amidst low growls and gasps; her self-control was already slipping as she moved her hips, trying to press her clit deeper into your mouth and guide your hand to exactly where she needed it the most. sensing her urgency, you pulled away from her clit, catching a glimpse of the thin strand of saliva and her own juices connecting your tongue to her nub for a split second before it snapped.
“i’m coming in…” you hummed, shaping your hand into a cone and pushing inside her.
sevika groaned, eyes squeezing shut as she felt your hand slide inside. she furrowed her brows at the delicious, relentless intrusion as you pushed deeper, moving past your wrist.
she was so aroused and receptive that you slipped in easily. you paused halfway up your forearm, giving her slick insides a moment to adjust.
“is this good?”
“it’s perfect, little fairy…” you smiled with satisfaction, admiring her look of intense concentration, and then began to move your arm still slowly, sliding out to the wrist and back in to the middle of your forearm, rotating your arm.
sevika gripped the mattress beneath tightly, groaning through gritted teeth as small yet powerful tremors of pleasure rippled through her body.
the way your arm rubbed against deep, sensitive spots with a staggering contrast of gentleness and firmness left her completely lost.
“k–keep going…” was all she managed to whisper, and you certainly weren’t about to disobey.
you kept up a steady pace, and that seemed to be enough for sevika, who cared only about how deep you were and which spots you were hitting. whenever your hand or arm brushed a specific area that made her arch her back and moan, you’d focus on it again, biting your lower lip as you watched her eyes roll back before squeezing shut.
when she started thrashing, babbling incoherently, and growling more than moaning, you leaned in to lick the tip of her hard nipple without stopping the thrusting motion of your arm, almost laughing when she choked on her own saliva.
her legs trembled, and you could see the muscles tensing hard, just as you felt her pussy clamping down on your arm. the force of the contractions made it feel like she was sucking you right inside.
once she relaxed, letting out a shaky, slightly weary sigh, you carefully withdrew your arm. she just gave a faint shiver. your arm was drenched, completely slick and coated in her fluids.
“hey.” her rusky voice snapped you out of your trance. “still have energy for another round?”
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and that was how you found yourself: face down, ass up, using your own hands to spread yourself as wide as you could for her.
kneeling behind you, sevika thrust slowly against you with her own clit, fighting hard not to tremble every time she slid into your dripping heat.
neither of you could speak for a while, especially after sevika had spread your legs wider than ever, rubbing your clits together until you were both on the brink of a powerful orgasm, only to stop abruptly seconds before finally letting go.
you accidentally let go of your grip, bracing your hands on the sheets, but that wasn’t a problem for her; she let out a low growl and held you open herself, spreading you as wide as she could—enough to avoid hurting you, and enough to keep thrusting.
“feels so good… shit…” she growled, thrusting faster and trying to drive herself as deep as possible as she felt the orgasm again.
you could only moan and call her name, pressing yourself against her, drooling as you felt her clit throbbing inside you.
“i—i’m cumming—i’m… fucking… cumming! ah!”
“yeah—cum with me, little fairy.”
after four more thrusts from sevika, you both came at the same time, pressing hard against each other.
sevika rested her forehead on your sweaty back, whimpering as she rubbed against you even in the throes of orgasm, which resulted in a rapid, frenzied overstimulation. she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. not with your warm pussy against her, your smaller body trembling, and the sound of your shaky gasps filling the air.
she squirted right after, a powerful jet leaving a huge stain on the sheets beneath you, followed by smaller, uncontrolled spurts that left wet trails behind.
and finally, you were both done. truly done. there was no energy left for another round or any other ideas.
sevika traced a path of wet kisses from your back up to the nape of your neck, where she gave a light nip with her sharp fangs, making your breath hitch.
within minutes, you were lying comfortably on top of her, both with eyes closed and breathing steady and calm, feeling the familiar, comforting warmth of each other’s naked, exhausted bodies.
“never thought a fairy knew how to fuck so well.”
“like i said, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me. fleabag.”
sevika gave your ass a warning smack for the new insulting nickname. it stung, but it didn't work; you just laughed and snuggled closer to her, causing her to immediately let go of her mild annoyance.
after a few seconds of peace and quiet, just when you thought you were about to drift into a deep, well-deserved sleep, she spoke again.
“hey.”
“hm?“
“do you think i could fuck you with my tongue if you were in your fairy size?”
this werewolf would be the death of you really soon. and you couldn’t imagine a better way to die.
a/n: yall this is like 25% headcanon and 75% oneshot 😬 and i lowkirk didnt proofread so if sevika is ooc please tell me 😭😭 anywhoodle doodle imma try and post more but lifes been busy. also i didnt specifically describe reader as black but im black so i autimatically think reader is black
w/c: 2,052
SFW
when Sevika first saw you, she didn’t expect you to put her in her place as much as you did
sure you might’ve had a rbf and a cool demeanor, but you still looked sweet as sugar
the first time Sevika heard you tell someone off, it was at The Last Drop while she was playing poker
you were there with your girlfriends, but while they had wandered off a sleezy-looking dude came up to you
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“Yo mamas, how you doin!” His voice alone made you shiver and gag with disgust. You tried to ignore him in your little corner of the club, and focus on the drink you were occupying, but he was relentless.
“Aye! You don’t hear me talking to you?” He sneered, his voice closer. “I’m just tryna talk with you.” By now, he might as well have been whispering in your ear. His breath reeked of cheap alcohol and meat, and his eyes were bloodshot red. He was clearly under the influence.
You finally turned around to face him, your eyes narrowing at his bloodshot stare. “Listen man, I’m not tryna talk to you like that. Now step.” Your tone was sharp and final, hoping to scare him off.
“But you don’t even know me girl.” His hand lands on your back, inching closer to your ass. Sevika notices the interaction and is ready to jump in. As soon as his hand reaches your ass, she jolts up from her seat and charges towards you. But, you had already sucker punched him in the face and kneed him in the balls. All while cussing him out to oblivion as he cradles himself on the floor.
Sevika knew then that you were something special.
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After that day, she’s learned what ticks you off.
someone constantly forgets something in your Chik-fil-a order? you’re getting ready to speak to the manager.
a friend keeps doing the one thing that annoys you on purpose? they’re getting a firm talking to.
it’s not like you’re always mean, most of the time you’re actually bubbly and nice.
you just hate when people test you
with Sevika, you try not to snap at her since she gets angry easily as well (though she loves it when you’re mean sometimes)
you both often end up irritated at each other for small things, like the dishes not being done or the bathroom floor being wet after showering
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“Sevika! Why the fuck are there dishes in the sink?” You specifically asked her to clean out the sink after dinner last night, so the kitchen looked clean.
“I forgot babe! My bad!” She yelled from your shared bathroom, hair still damp from her shower.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it though because it’s still not fuckin done! You’re gonna have to do them today,” you said, walking away from the mess and into the living room.
She strides out the bathroom, face wash still soapy on her face. “What? That’s not fair, I don't wanna do them today!”
“Well that’s too damn bad!”
“But babe I was just sleepy! You know how long I work and how hard my job is. Why the hell can’t you give me some slack? I swear to-“ You tune her complaining out, rubbing your temple in irritation. “So fuckin irritating” you mumble under your breath.
“What was that?” Sevika snapped. You froze, turning to face her as she leaned against the kitchen doorway. You held her gaze for a tense second before muttering, “Nothing… just do the dishes.”
She sucks her teeth but picks up the sponge, even though she grumbles the whole time.
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NSFW
besides petty and meaningless arguments, both of y’all’s short temper makes your sex life more exciting
like i said earlier, sevika likes it when you’re mean
she thinks you look cuter when you’re mad, and she likes being put in her place from time to time (bottom sevika 👀👀👀)
with that being said, she purposely makes you mad just so she can rile you up even more and have you take it out on her in the bedroom
not only that, but she loves it when y’all are both mad at each other and take it out on each other
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“But you ignored me the whole fucking night baby!”
“That doesn’t mean you dance with random people on the floor and flirt with them to get free drinks!”
You and Sevika just came back from The Last Drop, and the whole night she was distracted with poker, downright ignoring you. In return, you danced with anyone brave enough to.
You grumble and take your heels off at the door. “Whatever. I’m tired so just drop it.” Sevika scoffs at your annoyance and follows you to your shared bedroom.
“I’m not dropping this shit? If you wanted to dance with me you should’ve just said that instead of bitching off next to me. Fucking irritating.” She sheds her outside clothes, leaving her in her boxers and wife beater, and turns away from you.
You whip your head around at her accusation and throw your dress at her to get her attention. “I wasn’t bitching! I was just expecting you to take that hint that I didn’t want to spend my night at the club watching you play a stupid fucking game!”
“You’ve got some fucking nerve!”
“Oh I do?! Stop whining about stuff that means jack shit and apologize!”
“You should be apologizing to me!”
“Make me.”
You’re both in each other’s faces now, sporting nothing but your undergarments. You’re both breathing heavy, but for a different reason than before. You can smell her woody cologne and leftover alcohol. In return, she can see the leftover glitter on your body and how big your pupils look. You always look hot when you’re angry at her.
“You said make you,” Sevika asks slowly, eyes tracing your curves. Her arm snakes down your waist, until it reaches your plump ass.
You’re breathing harder now, trying to focus your mind on the argument instead of how bad you want her to fuck you.
“Y-yeah that’s what I said. You think you can do that without getting distracted this time?” Your eyes landed right in front of her tits, practically spilling out her sports bra.
That was Sevika’s final straw. She huffs and throws you into the bed. She’s quick to pin you under her and kiss you deeply.
She groans into your mouth and pushes your legs apart, pushing her knee into your heat. You whimper from the sudden force, and Sevika uses that to push her tongue into your mouth. You taste the remains of her whiskey and grip her neck to pull her off of you.
You take a deep breath and whimper, “Please Sev.”
She moves down to kiss your jaw, then your ear, then your neck. “Please what?”
You whine in frustration and grind deeper into her knee. “P-please just…ngh!” Sevika bites down on your neck, and then sucks and licks at the new mark. Her hands make their way to your bra and unclasp it.
“You were all big and bad tonight, what happened to that?” Her fingers tweak and grope your boobs, as she leaves wet kisses down your body.
Your fingers grip tug at Sevika’s hair and she groans deeply into the crook of your neck. “Stop teasing me and fuck me like I asked you to,” you command. Her big, silver eyes gaze at you and her mouth hangs open in shock. Before she can say anything, you shove her down between your legs.
“Take my panties off,” you commanded.
“You’re in no position to be giving orders—” Sevika started, but the words caught in her throat. The sight of the heavy damp spot ruining your underwear silenced her completely. Arousal coated your inner thigh, and she swore she could smell how sweet you were. “Fuck…”
“Now look who’s lost their bite.” A smirk tugged at your lips, highly amused by the rare sight of Sevika’s flushed cheeks and wide, flustered eyes. “Get to work before I get up and leave you hanging.”
Sevika snaps out of her trance and makes quick work of removing your panties. She bites back a moan at the sight of your glistening pussy, practically winking at her. Her hands move your legs over her shoulders, and she finally licks a fat strip on your folds from your hole to your bud.
“Ughh fuckk baby” you groan and grind into her face. Her tongue laps at your cunt like a dog drinking water. One of her hands leaves your thigh and toys at your entrance, gathering slick. Her nose continuously bumps the underside of your clit, making you jolt and shiver.
“H-hurry up S-sev. If you’re g-gonna eat me out, do it ri-hah-right.” Despite your command, you can’t deny how skilled Sevika is. Her age and plethora of partners pays off, especially when you’re needy.
She moans into you and the vibrations of her mouth on your heat only pushes you closer to the edge. Your moans grow louder and higher in pitch as her tongue pistons into your hole. Her hands gripping your thighs, her nose bumping your bud, her wanting eyes staring at you. It’s all too much. You chant her name while the heat in your stomach builds and your eyes roll back.
Sevika’s soaked right now. Only you could turn her on so much just from her eating you out. She practically makes out with your pussy, leaving kiss marks along your inner thigh and on your sensitive bud.
Your tipping over point is when she finally inserts two of her thick fingers into you, pulling a high pitched moan out of you. Your vision goes white and you feel your juices gush all over Sevika’s fingers and face. She continues to piston her fingers into you and the constant licks at your clit.
“Ungh fuck Sev, ‘s too much” you plead, thrashing and shaking under her grip.
“You’ll take what I give you” Sevika finally says, looking up at you with lust. You thought this was her way of punishing you for acting up in the club. The truth was, she was so close. Sevika grounded her covered pussy against the mattress, begging for any release.
She pulls you closer to her, your legs straight up in the air, and her fingers reach deeper in you than before. She curls them just right, hitting your gummy spot, and you swear you could die happy.
She’s close, finding a steady return to grind her clit to. She can tell you’re close too. Your fingers are squeezing her fingers so tight, and the only sounds coming from the room are the wet squelches of your pussy and the uh uh uh moans coming from you.
Her own stimulation and your moans push her to the edge too. She moans into your pussy, wraps her plump lips around your bud and sucks hard. You yelp and cum with a scream, squirting all over her face and chest. Sevika groans deeply and creams her panties, riding out her orgasm. She continues to fuck you through your second orgasm, until your breathing steadies and legs fall.
Sevika finally separates her face from your heat and really looks at you. Your hair is tussled and spread out on the sheets, your skin sporting a post-orgasm glow.
“Shit…” you finally exclaim. You both laugh and Sevika climbs up to lay next to you. Her hair is messy and her lips are swollen. Her skin has a light sheen of sweat, emphasizing her rock-hard abs and beefy muscles.
She lifts her two fingers to your mouth and you eagerly lick your cum off, moaning around her fingers.
You look over at her and ask, “Did you cum baby?”
She nods and takes your hand to guide it between her legs. You gasp when you finally feel how wet she is.
“That’s what you do to me,” she murmured, her voice rough. “It doesn't matter if you’re mad at me or not.” Her eyes pierce into yours, as she pulls your hand up and licks her mess off your fingers.
A dopey smile paints your face and you nuzzle your head into the crook of Sevika’s neck.
Hear me out, period kink with sub sevika x soft dom reader eating her out (it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing it)
period sex, oral, sub!sevika, soft dom!reader, very gentle and cutesy, clit rubbing
You did a lot of things for Sevika when she was on her period.
Her period was always unpredictable and never really had a certain date and that’s what annoyed her the most about them— they came with killer cramps that made her want to take her uterus out by hand, and often even nausea that made her quit smoking and drinking for a bit (that was honestly something you were a little grateful for).
She always had such mood swings too.
Sevika absolutely hated admitting she was cramping and just wanted belly rubs. She hated being weak in front of anyone even if her coochie was bleeding out actively. She was heavily into period sex and that’s something you only found out when you saw her porn history by accident.
Period sex— you thought. As if the idea hadn’t ever even occurred to you while it very much did.
When you reached for her, she was shy, you could see the way her legs were pressed together not with embarrassment or humiliation, but with hesitation. That wasn’t because she didn’t want this. It was because she was unsure if this was something you wanted.
You moved closer, voice dropping to a soothing whisper that chilled her worries, “it’s okay, baby, let me handle you tonight, okay? Just let yourself go for me.”
You sank your tongue into her pussy, the metallic scent of blood filling your nostrils instantly but you didn’t pull away. You adored the scent of her musk and blood mixed together. Your tongue fucked into her gently first, then a bit harder— collecting her juices and blood on your tongue. You held her down with your hands, groaning when she clenched around your tongue.
You felt so good when you were so focused between her legs.
Sevika had never been this vulnerable in front of someone before, naked with her bloody pussy right on your face.
She hated how much she was enjoying this.
As your tongue worked on her, her hand subconsciously reached down to rub herself, messy tight circles on her clit as she brought herself closer to the edge. She was extra sensitive because of her period.
゛synopsis ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ Sevika just wants to relax. With too much on her shoulders, she seeks out to more than just the alcohol The Last Drop provides. That's where you come in. Surely, you'll be just like any other worker of the brothel she frequents.
Right?
ᝰ.ᐟ tags; brothels, reader works at the brothel, age difference, smoking, use of masks during sex, grinding, hair pulling, choking, biting, fingering, thigh riding, stone top sevika, pillow princess!reader, oral sex, no beta we die like men
⁀➴ wc; 5k.
PART TWO...to be posted; lmk if you guys want it....
MINORS AND MEN DNI!!!
Sevika's head pounds with an ache. The cigar that hangs from her mouth remains unlit. Just her luck, forgetting to bring a lighter. At least the red hues of the room help relax her eyes. The cushion feels nicer than being slammed into a wall in a brawl. Not that Sevika gets in fights often, considering how much people respect — fear — her down here in Zaun, but that pink-haired woman certainly caused her some trouble a few hours ago. Is blood still on her clothes? Who knows. Truly, Sevika couldn't care less.
The Last Drop is a place Sevika frequents. What better way to drown away the throbs in her limbs and mind than with alcohol? Gambling is another thing that she likes to indulge in. But that won't help tonight, not with the tension in her body. Watching someone crumble beneath her fingertips in a different matter will help. Someone to sit pretty on her lap and entertain her so.
It's why she's here, in the more secluded and hidden gem the tavern has: a brothel. There are other sounds Sevika can pick up on from the other rooms of this place. Giggles and whispers. The occasional grunt or groan. It reeks of incense here. Too much so, in Sevika's opinion. To drown out the scent of smoke or sweat from bodies mushing together, she assumes.
Everything is too much, however. Silco this, Silco that. Jinx is a constant thorn in Sevika's side, causing constant problems that her boss doesn't bother to mention and chide. With Vi out of prison? Sevika wants something else in the palms of her hands, not so many problems.
The beaded curtains clinking against each other make Sevika perk her head up, grey eyes narrowing. Seated on the couch with legs spread, a thick brow rises once her gaze falls on you. So, you're her entertainment for tonight. The one thing that'll relax her, hopefully.
Perhaps you consider yourself lucky. Perhaps not. It's not the first time Sevika's been a customer here, and it certainly won't be the last. Have your co-workers shared their experiences when she's their client? Maybe. Sevika never allows herself to care for the women who have had the luck of being perched across her body. She doesn't have the time on her hands to indulge in relationships. Love isn't her thing. Fucking is.
Whatever the case, Sevika doesn't care. She's come what she's here for; you'll provide it. That's your job.
"Do you have a lighter?" Sevika questions, tone even. Her gaze goes up, then down. The outfit you wear is pretty, she notes. A lingerie piece that's light blue and white, connecting at the abdomen in an 'X'. Frills on the panties that hug your pretty hips and light stretch marks. The gown of sheer, white organza doesn't hide anything, but it's enough to serve as a tease. That mask, however, she longs to not be in the way.
But Sevika knows the rules of this place. They're pretty tame and basic— no abuse of the workers and no asking the workers for personal information, which includes not seeking them out outside of the place. Smart, considering the shithole state Zaun is in right now. Of course, her least favorite rule of this place is how you must pay extra to have a girl sit on your face or have toys be in use. A cunning play on Margot's part, though. It gets more money in.
Sevika's hips shift, a subtle way to signal she wants you there. The prosthetic fingertips drum along her thigh. Sevika's restless. She's patient with some things, though not many. "I hope your services include more than just staring."
Because, of course, you'd been staring.
How could you not?
It's not often clients make you pause for a moment— stare a little longer. You've had to entertain men and women of all shapes, sizes, and ages. Some have been a bit more fun to entertain, but in the end, you never allow yourself to get hooked on those who seek your services. It's all for money, it's always been. Zaun has seen better days. There's not really a place to just rent and sleep in down here, is there? Working at a brothel provided that: a home, a shower to take in between sessions, and all. There's no shame in it either— people do worse than work at some whorehouse.
The point is, you don't quite care about the people who want someone to distract them from the state of the underground. You do as you've learned; pretend to be interested in a client's life, be coy and tease, and occasionally indulge in sex if they pay that pretty extra penny. Most times, you hope they don't. Clients that do care little for your pleasure. They simply take.
This time, you hope the woman on the couch does, in fact, have extra cash. You don't doubt she does.
Sevika's known around down here, both around Zaun and the place itself. Your co-workers — friends, if you will — that have had the pleasantry of having the enforcer as a client have shared their experiences. You've always been curious about how those metal claws would feel against your skin. Those thick lips against your neck. That—
"Hello?"
Ah, right.
Mentally slapping your brain back into place, you saunter over to where Sevika sits. That shift of her hips and spreading of thighs certainly doesn't go unnoticed behind the slits of the mask you wear. A lighter's provided on a coffee table that perhaps she had missed, though you don't point out. Your job is to provide, not correct.
"Trust me," You drawl, tone soft and airy, perching yourself sideways onto the woman's lap. Oh, it's nice. The muscles tense under Sevika's trousers for a moment before relaxing, her shoulders drooping. Wordlessly, she shifts the cigar between her teeth to the side to bring the tip to the flame of the lighter you've lit. "I provide more than just gawking. But you can't blame a woman for staring at someone so beautiful, can you?"
Sevika scoffs, though the raise of her brows gives away the amusement she feels, however small. Beautiful. That's not a word people usually associate her with. Rough, rugged, stoic... all of that, she is. Handsome is a term Sevika would much prefer for herself, but beautiful?
"You trying to butter me up already?" There's a certain accent to her voice that you like. A curl of her lips gives a view of a cute gap between the front of her teeth. Flesh fingers curl around the cigar as Sevika draws in a puff, head tilting to the side as the smoke escapes through her nostrils. She's assessing you, the pretty thing on her lap, if the way her eyes run up and down your frame is anything to go by.
Her other hand settles on your hip, though Sevika's at least mindful of the sharp, copper claws that could very easily tear through the organza and into your skin. Not that she would care if she left a bruise or two. For two hours, you'll be hers.
Then, she'll just dust her clothes off and forget all about you.
"I don't usually "butter up" my clients so early into a service," A lie straight through your teeth, though perhaps with how easily the words fall from your lips, Sevika buys it. Not that you'd know. Her gaze doesn't give much away as to what's going on in the older woman's mind. The slight bags under her eyes only give you a hint that she's a bit exhausted and stressed, though.
"Hm," A hum from her, head lolling to the other side before Sevika sits up straighter. "Sure you don't."
Clawed fingers skim up your back, making a point to follow the line of your spine before reaching your shoulder. It's not too strange a feeling, given some of your past clients come in with prosthetic limbs. Still, it brings a slight shiver to your skin. Once at the side of your throat, they slide down to your sternum to cut the lace ribbon with an easy curl of a finger. The gown you wear slips off easily, and you, of course, bring forth no complaint.
This is your job, after all. Allow whatever the client wants.
Perhaps that's been the mistake of your co-workers who've shared a few hours with her, though. Sevika likes a challenge. A soft thing to tame and have fight in their eyes.
Grey eyes scan you more properly now, making a point to pause at your chest and stomach. It could be that Sevika doesn't say anything that makes warmth already coat your skin. Maybe it's the intensity in those big yet narrowed eyes.
With another puff of the cigar, Sevika leaves it to sit between her teeth to touch you with her right hand. Her palm's large and warm, callouses brushing against your flesh. It makes you grunt for a moment when a thumb briefly slides under the band of your bra before heading south to your waist.
"What's your name?" Eventually, Sevika breaks the silence. She's not asking for your real name but rather your stage one. She doesn't usually care for it, given that workers often whimper out her name. But still, the question leaves her.
A soft huff leaves you, hips sliding forward and upper body leaning back to allow Sevika's hand to map out your body properly. Her fingers curl around your side, following the curve towards your hips. It's a pleasant touch— a little thrilling, with how a harder pressure could very well cause a cut into your skin. "Mallow."
"Mallow, huh?" Sevika muses, a grin briefly curling the edges of her lips. It fits, in her opinion. She's never met someone as soft as you. Smooth, even with those stretch marks, which are a shade lighter than the color of your skin at your hips. A grand portion of Zaun's people have a few scars on them, whether from fights or accidentally cutting into rusted metal. You don't. "Your manager gave you that name because of how soft you are?"
Sevika makes a point to squeeze your hip after that question. It's not too tight a grip, but the strength it could have shows. You hope she'll get to show it, honestly. Having arguably the strongest woman from the undercity as your client? Yeah, you're curious.
Curiosity killed the cat. At least you'd die with a blast.
Usually, whatever titter that spills forth from your lips is feigned. Something to boost the ego of your customers and have them believe you found their joke funny. With how experienced you are, it’s easy to do so. Sometimes, it earns you a nice tip.
But, the question still make you snicker. There’s certainly a charm to the woman. The confidence she protrudes and danger that still sits patient in her belly; like a pantheress waiting to strike to sink their claws into their pray.
“Maybe,” You humor Sevika, a hum echoing within the depths of your throat as your fingers rise to trace the sharp contour of her jawline. She allows you to do so, and shamelessly, you watch the rise of her chest as lungs take in another puff of that cancer stick. Not that you can see much, given the many layers of clothes. “But you can call me whatever you’d like.”
Sevika gives a roll of her left shoulder in a half-shrug. It’s something you tell all of your clients and you both know it. She’ll call you by that “name” for now.
Two sets of hands — one cold and one warm — settle themselves on your hips, adjusting your body to instead straddle Sevika’s properly. Now facing the woman, your knees dig into the soft cushions of the couch by the sides of one thigh. It presses up, if only briefly, to provide a second’s worth of sweet pressure.
"So if I called you a bitch," One of Sevika's brows gives a raise, though her facial expression is more deadpan than anything. "You'd allow it?"
Now it's your turn to shrug. Your clients were allowed to do as they so wished so long as the rules of the place weren't broken. Some were more degenerate than others. "Sure, but you don't strike me as the kind of woman to get off on degrading."
Sevika snorts at that, head shaking. No, she's not. Granted, she likes to watch her women writhe and bite her only to double down and sink her teeth even deeper. But there's a line, you know? Even someone like Sevika has some sense of decency. That's what she likes to think, at least.
Too much small talk, though. Sevika's still tense and her head still pounds like a bull's horns against a wall. She only has one-hundred and twenty minutes of your time and fifteen have already passed.
You watch as Sevika takes another drag of the cigarette, momentarily taking it out from between her lips to hold it by copper fingers. Her right hand remains on your waist, no warning — no squeeze or hum — before the thigh between your leg canters up once more in a gentle, firm motion. The thin cotton of your panties is a layer that doesn't make the friction against thick trousers hurt. It's a nice pressure. Your hands perch themselves on Sevika's hips to steady your body and provide a sense of leniency. Thumbs feel for smooth and hard skin that only briefly peaks out from a red coat, though you only have so much time to appreciate the touch before Sevika denies you of it.
Too distracted, you'd been, to notice the scent of tobacco had begun to snuff out. Sharp claws curl over one of your wrists, then the other, guiding them behind your back to keep them there. Briefly, you shoot a look towards Sevika. A grin and narrowing of your eyes behind the mask you wear. It's masquerade in style, and whilst Sevika can't quite catch those cunning eyelids shutting, she can certainly catch those lips pulling upwards.
That's what she likes. Yet, she wishes to crush it.
Sevika sits up even straighter now, the hand at your hip guiding it to roll as her thigh presses up. Only when a moan leaves you does she know the force is being put against the right place.
The silence is deafening, save for the occasional pant or grunt that slips from between your lips as your hips shifts back and forth. It shouldn't embarrass you so, given how many people you've had to entertain. Still, Sevika's gaze feels much too penetrating. She watches intently, only ever grinning or giving a slight tilt of her head when a sound a bit higher in pitch leaves you. It doesn't take long for your gaze to drop— anywhere else would be better than to stare at the one who currently controls whether your body will tip over the edge or not.
A quick, hard pull at your arms by the wrists held behind your back is enough to force your eyes to meet Sevika's again, though. It's a warning, obviously. Sevika wants your eyes on her. Watch your half-covered face twist in pleasure and lips purse together in futile attempts to keep it down.
Your hips keep moving, albeit a bit more clumsy now. Warmth pools in your belly, the kind that makes your thighs a bit weaker and movements therefor a bit more messy and less coordinated. Unfortunately for you, the hand that had been supporting your hip leaves to instead slide up from your stomach to your chest. Fingers pause at a strap, giving the thin fabric a brief raise to then let it snap back into place. At last, Sevika hums.
"How much for it off?" She inquires. It's a question Sevika knows the answer to, of course. She's visited the brothel enough times to know how much it costs to slip off the pieces of a worker's lingerie. In the end, it's a tease. Not that she doesn't expect you to answer.
"An extra twenty," The words leave you breathlessly, jaw clamping shut after a moment. It's difficult to concentrate as the heat between your legs grows, cunt aching. Two rolls of your hips earns you a firmer press of Sevika's thigh against your clothed clit, serving enough pleasure to spring forth a moan between your lips. "Another thirty for the panties."
Sevika huffs, though it's in amusement. She has more than enough coin to get that pesky lace out of the way for both her eyes and mouth to feast in. Thus, her fingers her fingers slide to your back in order to quickly work the hooks free. Only briefly are your wrists set free, though you know it's only to give Sevika the liberty of sliding the straps down your arms. Once your breasts are free, prosthetic fingers come around your wrists again.
An orgasm has yet to hit you. It's there, leaving you teetering on the edge of a cliff. So close, yet so far. It's cruel, but then again, how long has it been since you've been edged and teased? The control clients have over workers like you has always been there. They're allowed the freedom to see and do what greedy eyes and hands want, so long as gold is dropped onto a counter. It's a little different now, however. The power Sevika has here is a bit more subtle but quite literal— she's a woman people fear down here.
And here you are, on the border of falling apart from humping her thigh like a rabbit in heat.
Sevika knows what you need. An extra something on another part of your body to have your body feel just the right amount of pleasure to finally crumble. The clock's ticking, and so, she provides. Her head dips, silky bangs skimming over your collarbones before her lips take a nipple into her mouth. A nip and suck to the soft peak is enough to make both harden under Sevika's tongue. It's difficult to suppress a whine this time— it escapes from your throat and out onto the small space of the room. You feel a brief scrunch of Sevika's nose before she grunts, head tilting to take your other breast into her mouth.
Another nip. Another suck. A pull at your arms and a hard jerk of her thigh upwards to your sensitive clit and you're done for.
Your toes curl under the sheer thigh-highs you wear, chest rising with a keen as the knot inside your stomach finally breaks. Warmth spreads from between your legs and up, down your shoulders to connect at your belly. It's blissful, enough to leave you shuddering and whining for a moment before your hips finally cease their movements.
Once your body stops its squirming, Sevika pulls back. The claws of her prosthetic fingers give a final jerk to your wrists before letting go, leaving faint lines of warmth behind. She hums — again — before leaning back against the couch. The cigar at the ashtray is picked up, pulled between her lips once more. It's always like this; watching someone fall apart before her is enough to satiate that hunger and relieve her of the stresses in her mind. Even when she books a lady for two hours, Sevika leaves before the clock strikes more often than not.
But perhaps indulging herself for a little longer is just that. More entertainment. Nothing more, nothing less.
"I won't be charged for leaving a mark or two, will I?" She drawls the question out, even when knowing the answer to it. Yes, she will be. Not many clients like to have a worker with proof of someone else on their body, even knowing the kind of place their in. An extra five out of her pocket. Ten, if she leaves another. Fucking Margot. Money's not exactly tight, but then again, it's Zaun.
You huff with a raise of your brows in an expectant look, earning you a grin and warning glare.
Much to Sevika's dismay, her cigar dies out. She tosses the bud to the ashtray, not giving you much of a warning before her hands settle on your hips to guide — drag, more like — you onto your back on the couch. She doesn't bother to kick her boots off, merely sliding between your legs and watching the rise and fall of your bare chest. One hand, the prosthetic one, keeps a secure grip on your ankle. The other slides up your leg calf, skimming across the thin lace to then tap at a ribbon at the very top of your tights.
She's a pretty sight to behold. Even clothed, the broadness of hers isn't missed. With how relaxed Sevika's face is right now, her eyes appear a bit bigger. There's a feminine charm to her in spite of the masculinity she protrudes. If only that damn cloak wasn't in the way.
"This place is a fucking joke," She muses, a scoff following suit. As you hum and shrug your shoulders, long fingers make it to the warmth between your legs. A brief press there, which causes your bound ankle to twitch a bit from the sensitivity, before they continue their patch to your left hip. "They'll charge me for breathing next time."
"You still come here, though," You point out, lips pulling into a grin. Sevika doesn't have to ask you to lift your hips, for they do the moment fingers hook into the band of your undergarments "Like, every two weeks."
You're right, of course. With nothing to say in her defense, Sevika pulls down your panties quickly, tossing them and the entire piece of lingerie to the ground without much though. At least the view between your legs is worth that extra thirty. Cunt slick from your release, the pads of Sevika's middle and ring finger press briefly at your entrance to collect it. What makes your breath hitch is when they slide up your mound, having no difficulty in finding and instead pressing right onto your clit. A rumble rises in the woman's chest as she watches you writhe, the hand at your ankle pulling you closer and forcing your knees to bend to your sides.
"You know," Sevika begins, changing the conversation as if discussing something over tea time when her fingers are rubbing circled into that bud. Her upper body bows, leathers and fabrics rustling against each other. There's the occasional clink from the prosthetic, though truly, all of that is drowned out by the pleasure currently being given to your body. "The only complaint I have about this place are the curtains."
Your head nods in agreement. Yeah, the beaded curtains didn't offer much privacy with what went on in the rooms. Everyone comes down here for a reason, though. No one takes peaks into other rooms.
As your lips part to speak, a strangled groan leaves you instead when both digits at your clit slide back down to the entrance of your cunt. A single finger slides in first, giving you time to relax against the slow intrusion before the second joins in. Sevika doesn't waste much time before attaching her lips onto the side of your neck. She can't and she won't. Looking at your face for too long isn't making her feel something, no. She's just here for a distraction.
Thick, soft lips press against your skin, tongue flattening out over your throat before giving a suck. You allow yourself to brace your palms against Sevika's back, and although your fingertips can feel the muscle under the clothes briefly tense at the contact, they relax a few seconds later. With teeth now no doubt pressing into your flesh with the intent to leave a bruise, a moan spills from your mouth. With a sharp breath you take in more than just the incense of the room. The scent of smoke lingers on the clothes of the woman above you, as does musk. It's nice, and she's warm.
So warm.
"Fucking-" A curse dies on your tongue as Sevika's fingers curl to press against that little spot within your walls to make your hips buck a bit. A grin and amused huff is puffed out onto your throat. Sevika presses the pad of her thumb against your clit, drawing circles that aren't firm enough to hurt but not light enough to not have an orgasm build. She knows what to do. Which strings to pull to play a woman like a harp.
Another groan from you when teeth find another spot on your throat to press into. A groan from her, however, when your fingers weave into the short strands of black hair to give a pull.
Ah-ha.
Sevika pulls her head back for a moment, a single pant causing her breasts to strain against the confines of binds under the layers of her clothes. You don't know it— truly, you don't with how blissed out you look under her and unaware of what that just did to her. Or maybe you do, with that cocky grin across your lips Sevika wants nothing more than to wipe off.
Her gaze briefly darts to your parted lips, fingers absentmindedly still curling and working you open. But Sevika's mind doesn't act before the wants of her body, much less her heart. Thus, head head dives back to press a kiss to your neck again. A brief second of softness that's drowned out the neck second by her teeth sinking into your flesh, followed by a suck and huff.
The sensation brings you to keen, body tightening around the two fingers stuffed into your cunt. Again, your fingers give a pull to the strands of Sevika's hair. It's a test, of sorts. One that you pass with an A, given that another hickey is delivered to your throat on another spot.
Fifteen more pennies secured into the bag. That's what you did it for, right? The pleasure is simply an added bonus.
It goes on like that for a while. You pull and Sevika pushes. She's not quite sure when her hand at your ankle slid up to your waist to cradle it, her body causing yours to tuck under her own. Your legs around her waist, any and every breath or moan she fishes from your throat is delivered right into the shell of her ear— swimming into her brain like a siren's call. You're not sure where your dignity has gone either, allowing your throat to be painted like a canvas of red and purples.
The coil in your lower belly tightens and burns faster than the last, causing your breaths to come in shorter. Sevika's fingers curl and move at the same pace, though her thumb works a bit faster. With a grunt, a final kiss is placed at the junction of your neck and shoulder before Sevika withdraws, watching her fingers disappear between your legs. Her prosthetic hand at your waist moved to your stomach, giving the slightest of pressure at your navel.
You watch the copper claws press into your skin, though they don't cut. They can, however. One jerk of your hips on your part and the sharpness would leave more than just a bruise on your flesh. That's the thrill of it, though. Clients don't typically interest you so much. You never pay much attention to whatever differs them from others. That gaze is a little too pretty, though. Those fingers too perfect in the way they shift and press.
Pleasure builds quicker than your body can keep up with. Your hand shoots down, clasping around the flesh of Sevika's right wrist as her ministrations draw an orgasm from your body. Sweat has built up a bit on your flushed skin, head lolling to the side as your walls clamp down around the girth of two fingers. Her thumb continues to draw circles, firm and consistent, if only to watch your body writhe for a bit longer.
To hear your whines turn a bit more incoherent as overstimulation overtakes your body so. Nothing more, nothing less. Not that Sevika has done as such with other workers. Not for this long.
After a minute, Sevika pulls her hand back, watching that final heave of your chest once she allows your body to rest. Your knees fall to the sides, allowing for a shameless and pretty view of your body. She takes in the sight of it before bringing those two digits up to her lips, pushing them between her tongue to wipe them clean. Humming at the taste, Sevika only offers you a brief grin before sitting up. Her pants feel too hot and cloak too tight, though she hopes you don't notice the adjustment she gives the material covering most of her upper body.
Coming down from your high, you roll onto your side to swing an arm over the couch and reach for your undergarments. Limbs still a bit too weak and warm, it takes you a bit longer to slip on the one-piece on properly. By the time you do, however, a bag of coins drops onto the coffee table before you.
"A tip," Sevika informs, nose scrunching for a moment. The scent of your perfume no longer lingers in her nostrils, though the incense does. At least her headache's gone. "How much will I have to pay for the service, though?"
A whole fucking lot, she knows.
"Ah. About..." Trailing off, you sit up to give a look at yourself in the mirror. Yeah, those aren't going away any time soon. "Two-hundred and ten."
Sevika scoffs at the price. Too damn expensive, though it's her own fault, really. She could've just had you sit on her lap and bore her with some story to get her mind off things. But that's not exactly her thing.
"Right," She grunts, rolling a single shoulder before turning on her heel. Sevika can't quite stand seeing you stand there any longer. "Thanks, baby."
'Mallow', you want to correct her with, but don't bother to. With a sigh, you drop back onto the couch. "See you, Sevika."
The woman huffs, offering you a brief glance over her shoulder before disappearing behind the beaded curtains.
Yeah, Sevika's coming back. In her own terms, though.
Sevika lowkey drawing us a bath and lowkey getting in with us and lowkey drying us off and lowkey cuddling us to sleep when we get home after a lowkey horrendous week 😳😳😳😳😳por favor😳😳😳😳😳
Lowkey need this 😫🩷
Wife!Sevika x Reader - Washed Away
Summary: After an exhausting week, you come home to a bath already waiting, Sevika determined to take care of you, and an evening spent wrapped in your wife’s arms.
The week had been awful.
Not in any dramatic, world-ending way.
Just relentless.
One thing after another. Small frustrations stacking on top of bigger ones until everything felt too heavy and your patience had worn paper-thin.
By the time you unlocked the apartment door, your shoulders ached from tension.
You barely managed a tired, “Hey, babe.”
The moment Sevika looked up from the couch, her expression softened.
“There you are.”
Something in her voice nearly undid you.
You dropped your bag by the door and shuffled further inside.
Sevika was already standing.
“Come here.”
You didn’t hesitate.
The second you reached her, her arms slid around your waist and pulled you against her chest.
You buried your face in her shirt.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke.
Her hand rubbed slowly up and down your back.
“Tough week?” she asked quietly.
A humourless laugh escaped you.
“You have no idea.”
“I’ve got a pretty good idea.”
You groaned.
She chuckled softly and pressed a kiss into your hair.
“Thought so.”
You melted further into her.
“Can I stay here forever?”
“Hm.” She pretended to consider it. “Tempting. But I’ve got something else planned.”
You lifted your head slightly.
“What?”
A smug little smile tugged at her mouth.
“Bath’s already running.”
You stared at her.
“You drew me a bath?”
“Course I did.”
The knot in your chest loosened immediately.
“Oh.”
That was apparently enough to make her smile widen.
“C’mon, sweetheart.”
-
The bathroom was warm and filled with steam.
The bath looked downright heavenly.
You were already reaching for your clothes when you felt Sevika’s hands settle on your hips.
You glanced back.
“You getting in too?”
“Was planning on it.”
Your exhaustion must have been obvious because she added, “Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t fall asleep in there.”
You snorted.
“Fair.”
A few minutes later, you were settled between her legs, your back resting against her chest.
The hot water soaked into aching muscles.
You hadn’t realised how tense you’d been until now.
A content sigh escaped you.
“That’s the sound I’ve been waiting for all week,” Sevika murmured quietly.
You rolled your eyes but the warmth in your chest still found its way into a smile.
“Don’t start.”
“I’m serious.”
Her chin rested on top of your head.
“You’ve looked stressed for days.”
You reached for one of her hands beneath the water, intertwining your fingers.
“Sorry.”
Her grip tightened immediately.
“What are you apologising for?”
“I dunno.”
“That’s what I thought.”
You let out a small laugh despite yourself.
The two of you lingered, neither in a hurry to leave.
Talking a little.
Sitting in comfortable silence even more.
Every now and then Sevika would press a kiss against your temple.
Or your shoulder.
Or wherever she could reach.
By the time the water began cooling, you felt more relaxed than you had all week.
-
“Alright, honey.”
You groaned.
“No.”
“It’s time to get out.”
“I live here now.”
“You’ll turn into a raisin.”
“I accept my fate.”
Sevika laughed.
Then, without warning, she stood.
You yelped as she effortlessly hauled you up with her.
“Sevika!”
“Nope. Bath’s over.”
“You’re a tyrant.”
“And yet you married me.”
You couldn’t even argue.
Mostly because it was true.
The second you stepped out, a fluffy towel appeared around your shoulders.
You expected Sevika to dry herself first.
Instead she focused entirely on you.
“Babe.”
“What?”
“You don’t have to-“
“Shush.”
The word was accompanied by a kiss to your forehead.
She carefully dried your hair.
Your shoulders.
Your arms.
Every movement unhurried and gentle.
You felt embarrassingly emotional watching her fuss over you.
Eventually she noticed your expression.
“What?”
You shrugged.
“Nothing.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Honey.”
You looked away.
“I just…” You swallowed. “I really needed this.”
The look she gave you was so soft it made your chest ache.
“Yeah?”
You nodded.
Sevika cupped your cheek.
“Good.”
You blinked.
“Because I like taking care of you, sweetheart.”
The statement was simple, matter-of-fact.
Like it wasn’t a burden.
Like it never would be
She pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“You don’t have to carry everything by yourself.”
The words settled somewhere deep inside you.
Before you could respond, she leaned down and kissed you softly.
“Now let’s get you to bed.”
-
You were barely under the blankets before Sevika joined you.
The mattress dipped.
Strong arms immediately wrapped around your waist.
You shuffled closer without even thinking.
“Comfortable?” she asked.
“Mhm.”
“You sure?”
You tucked your face beneath her chin.
“Mhm.”
A quiet laugh vibrated through her chest.
“Good.”
The room was dark.
Peaceful.
For the first time all week, your mind wasn’t racing ahead to tomorrow.
It wasn’t replaying everything that had gone wrong.
It wasn’t trying to solve problems that couldn’t be solved tonight.
All you could focus on was the steady rise and fall of Sevika’s breathing.
The warmth of her body against yours.
The gentle way her fingers traced lazy patterns across your back.
“I love you,” you mumbled sleepily.
Her arm tightened around you.
“I love you too, doll.”
A kiss landed in your hair.
“Get some rest.”
You sank deeper into her embrace.
Wrapped up in warmth, safety, and the woman who always seemed to know exactly what you needed, sleep finally came easily.
Hiiiii!! I love your writing so so much, its oddly cosy at times if that makes sense
I’d like to request a Sevika x reader when reader is chronically nice, but once she becomes close with someone she can be a bit smart/sharp mouthed and maybe rude even though she means well/likes the person
Hope this make sense (^◇^;)
Hiii! Thank you so much, that’s such a sweet description!
I hope I interpreted this correctly! 🩷
Wife!Sevika x Reader - Smart Mouth
Summary: Sevika discovers that your version of being comfortable with someone is relentlessly teasing them. She realises she’s never loved being the target of sarcasm more.
Most people thought you were one of the nicest people they’d ever met.
You smiled at strangers. Thanked waiters. Apologised when someone stepped on your foot.
Even Sevika had assumed that’s just how you were.
Sweet.
Gentle.
The type of person who’d never intentionally say a rude thing to anyone.
Then, a few months into your relationship, she realised she’d been completely wrong.
Not because you weren’t kind.
You were.
You just apparently became a menace the second you got comfortable with someone.
The first time it happened, Sevika nearly choked laughing.
She’d spent ten minutes trying to fix a jammed cabinet door before finally yanking it open hard enough to send herself stumbling backwards.
You watched the entire thing from the couch.
“…Good fight?”
Sevika froze.
Slowly turned her head.
You were trying and failing to hide a smile behind your mug.
For a second she just stared.
Then she barked out a laugh.
A real one.
The kind that made her shoulders shake.
“Oh, you’ve got a cheeky streak, huh?”
You immediately looked horrified.
“No, no, sorry.”
“No.” Sevika pointed at you. “Do that again.”
“What?”
“Be a smartass.”
You stared, a blush creeping up your cheeks.
“I wasn’t being a smartass.”
“You absolutely were, babe.”
You tried to deny it.
The grin on your face gave you away.
After that, it only got worse.
Or better, as far as Sevika was concerned.
The more comfortable you became around her, the more the comments appeared.
She’d walk into a room and forget why she’d entered.
“I knew there was an age gap issue somewhere.”
She would spend fifteen minutes searching for something only to realise she’d been holding it the entire time.
“Good thing you’re pretty.”
She’d flop down on the bed, exhausted.
You’d nod sympathetically.
“Maybe I should’ve checked the mileage before marrying you.”
Every time she had a moment, you’d get this look on your face.
“You got something to say?” she’d grumble.
“No.”
“You absolutely do.”
And every single time, she’d end up laughing.
It became one of her favourite things.
Because nobody else got this version of you.
Around strangers, you were all soft smiles and politeness.
Around Sevika?
You’d sit beside her on the couch and casually tell her she had the survival instincts of an overconfident pigeon.
Then hand her a cup of tea and press a kiss to her cheek five seconds later.
The contrast was ridiculous.
And Sevika adored it.
One evening, the two of you were cooking dinner together.
Or attempting to.
Sevika was chopping vegetables while you hovered nearby.
At some point she reached for a pan that had just come off the stove.
Without thinking.
You smacked her hand away.
She hissed.
“What the hell?”
“It was hot.”
“I know that.”
“You were literally about to grab it.”
“I would’ve been fine.”
You looked at her.
Then at the glowing red pan.
Then back at her.
“Right.”
Sevika narrowed her eyes.
“Say it.”
“I’m not saying anything.”
“You’re thinking something.”
“I’m thinking lots of things.”
“Yeah?”
You smiled sweetly.
“Well, I just think we’ve identified the weak link in this marriage.”
Sevika tried to muster a scowl, but the retort she was about to fire back dissolved into laughter before it ever made it out.
Actual laughter.
One hand braced against the counter while you stood there trying not to laugh too.
Sevika smacked your hip lightly with the wooden spoon.
“The mouth on you,” she fake-scolded. “Careful. I can still throw you over my shoulder.”
“Is that a threat or an offer?”
Sevika snorted, rolling her eyes as a grin spread across her face.
“You are unbelievable.”
“You love me.”
“I do.”
The answer came so quickly that it caught both of you off guard.
Your smile softened.
Sevika’s expression did too.
Then you tilted your head.
“Aww.” You slid your arms around her waist and drew her in, tipping your head back to look up at her from where your chin rested against her chest. The exaggerated pout and flutter of your lashes were entirely intentional.
The moment was ruined immediately.
Sevika groaned.
“There she is.”
“What?”
“Thought I lost the smartass for a second.”
You laughed.
And Sevika found herself smiling again.
Because that was the thing.
You only got like this with people you trusted.
People you loved.
Every sarcastic comment, every cheeky grin, every ridiculous little jab meant the same thing.
You were comfortable.
You felt safe.
Loved.
And if Sevika got to be one of the few people lucky enough to see that side of you, she’d happily spend the rest of her life being the target of it.
⠀⠀one look at sevika’s hands is all it takes for the quiet night in your shared apartment to unravel. she catches you staring, makes you admit what you want, then teaches you exactly what happens when you get needy for her attention. 12k
Your apartment is warm in that lazy, after-midnight way, the kind of warmth that clings to bare skin and makes every little movement feel slower than it should. The windows are cracked open just enough to let the city noise bleed in, distant voices and passing engines mixing with the low hum of the old fan in the corner.
Sevika is sprawled on the couch like she owns the whole room, one arm thrown over the back of it, her bare chest rising and falling with easy breaths. She’s only wearing a pair of dark boxers, loose around her hips, her strong thighs spread in a way that makes it impossible not to look.
Her boobs sit heavy and bare, soft in a way that feels almost unfair against the hard lines of her body, and every time she shifts, your attention catches there before you can stop it.
You’re standing near the kitchen counter in one of her oversized shirts, the hem brushing high on your thighs, with nothing underneath except your own nerves and the heat building between your legs.
It should feel casual, domestic even, but Sevika looks like temptation made flesh, and you already know you’re in trouble.
She’s drinking from a short glass, something amber and sharp, ice clicking softly every time she moves her wrist. That’s where your eyes keep going, not to the drink, not even to her mouth at first, but to her hand curled around the glass.
Her fingers are thick, scarred, steady, the kind of hands that look like they know exactly how to hold someone down without even trying. Every time she flexes them, your stomach tightens like she’s touching you from across the room.
You try to focus on anything else, the flicker of the lamp, the mess of blankets on the couch, the shirt slipping down one shoulder, but it’s useless. Your thighs press together before you realise you’re doing it, seeking pressure, seeking relief, because the sight of her hand alone has made your pussy ache.
It’s humiliating how fast it happens, that warm, wet pull low in your belly, your body reacting like Sevika has already dragged those fingers over you.
She doesn’t notice at first, or at least she lets you believe she doesn’t. Sevika takes another slow sip, eyes half-lidded, watching the glass instead of you like she isn’t the reason you can barely stand still.
The fan pushes a strand of your hair against your cheek, and you brush it away too quickly, too restless, shifting your weight from one bare foot to the other. Her gaze flicks up then, brief and dark, catching the movement before dropping back to her hand.
She rolls the glass between her fingers, slow and deliberate, and your breath catches so quietly you hope she doesn’t hear it. Of course she hears it, because Sevika hears everything when it matters. The corner of her mouth twitches, barely there, and that tiny almost-smirk makes your pussy throb harder than before.
You pretend to busy yourself with the counter, turning away like there’s anything left to clean in the kitchen. There isn’t, and you both know it, but you need somewhere to put your hands before they give you away.
The shirt rides up when you reach for a cup you don’t even want, cool air brushing the backs of your thighs and reminding you exactly how little you’re wearing. Behind you, Sevika’s silence changes shape, growing heavier, more aware, the kind of quiet that settles over your shoulders like a hand.
You hear the glass touch the coffee table, soft but final. Then comes the slow creak of the couch as she leans forward, and your heart kicks hard against your ribs. You don’t turn around, because turning around means admitting you know she caught you.
“Come here,” Sevika says, and it isn’t loud, but it lands like an order. Your body listens before your pride does, your feet carrying you toward her while your face burns and your thighs feel unsteady.
She stays seated, looking up at you with that lazy, dangerous patience, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands hanging loose between them.
You try not to look again, but your eyes betray you immediately, dropping to her fingers like you’re starving. Sevika catches it, of course she does, and this time her smirk shows properly.
“That what’s got you acting stupid?” she asks, lifting one hand just enough for you to see the slow curl of her fingers. The question makes heat rush through you so sharply that your pussy clenches around nothing, slick and needy beneath the stolen shirt.
You open your mouth, but nothing useful comes out, only a breath that sounds too close to a whine. Sevika reaches for you then, her hand closing around your wrist with firm, easy control, and the contact sends a shiver straight through you.
She pulls you down onto her lap like you weigh nothing, settling you over one of her thighs, her bare skin hot against yours. The shirt bunches high around your hips, and you feel the rough drag of her boxers beneath you, feel how exposed you are even before she looks.
Her hand slides to your waist, holding you still, while the other cups your chin and tilts your face toward hers. “Couldn’t stop staring,” she says, voice low enough to make your whole body go soft. “If you want my fingers that badly, sweetheart, you’re gonna earn them first.”
Sevika doesn’t move right away, and somehow that’s worse than if she’d touched you immediately. She just holds you there, settled on her lap with your thighs spread around one of hers, watching the way your breathing turns shallow.
Her hand stays on your waist, heavy and possessive, thumb dragging lazy circles through the thin fabric of her shirt. You can feel yourself getting wetter from the pressure alone, your pussy pressed against the firm muscle of her thigh with only the rough cotton of her boxers between you.
Every tiny shift makes your hips twitch, makes your body betray you, and Sevika notices every single time. Her eyes drop to where you’re trembling over her, dark and smug, like she’s already won. “Needy little thing,” she says, soft enough to sound almost fond, mean enough to make you ache.
You try to hide your face against her shoulder, but Sevika catches your jaw before you can. Her fingers press into your cheeks, not hard enough to hurt, just firm enough to remind you who’s in charge. “No,” she tells you, voice rough and low. “You wanted to stare, so now you’re gonna look at me.”
Your lashes flutter, and your hands find her shoulders, fingers curling against warm skin while you force yourself to hold her gaze. Her bare chest brushes yours every time you breathe, her boobs soft against the front of the oversized shirt, and the intimacy of it makes you feel even more exposed. Sevika’s smirk widens when your hips give another helpless little grind against her thigh.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, her hand sliding from your waist to your hip. She doesn’t guide you yet, doesn’t give you enough to really chase, just lets her palm rest there while you suffer with wanting. You swallow hard, your body hot all over, your pussy slick and throbbing from the barely-there friction.
The shirt has ridden up so high that she can see everything now, and the way her eyes sharpen makes your stomach flip. “Look at you,” she says, gaze dragging down between your thighs. “All that from watching my hands?” You whimper before you can stop yourself, and Sevika’s fingers flex against your hip like the sound pleases her.
She finally grips you properly then, both hands settling on your hips with that steady strength you couldn’t stop staring at. The first pull is slow, dragging you forward over her thigh until your breath breaks in your throat.
Pleasure sparks low and sharp, your clit catching against the fabric, your wetness smearing warm between you and her. Sevika watches your face the entire time, jaw set, eyes heavy, like she wants to memorize exactly how ruined you look from so little.
Then she pulls you back just as slowly, making you feel every inch of pressure. Your nails dig into her shoulders, and she huffs a quiet laugh. “Earn it,” she says again, rougher this time. “Use my thigh first.”
You try to move on your own, but your rhythm falls apart almost immediately. You’re too worked up, too embarrassed, too sensitive from being watched so closely, and Sevika doesn’t let you hide from any of it.
Her hands tighten, taking over without warning, forcing your hips into a slow, cruel grind that makes your mouth fall open. The pressure is perfect, too much and not enough all at once, making your pussy clench and drip while your thighs shake around hers.
“There she is,” Sevika says, voice thick with satisfaction. “Knew you could be good when you wanted something.” The praise hits you almost as hard as her grip does, making heat bloom under your skin until you’re clinging to her like you might fall apart.
You can feel the flex of her fingers every time she drags you down harder, and the thought that this is what started all of it makes you dizzy.
“Sevika,” you gasp, her name breaking into something desperate halfway out of your mouth. She leans in, not kissing you yet, just letting her mouth hover near yours while you struggle to keep your eyes open.
“What?” she asks, like she doesn’t already know. You whine, hips chasing the grind even when her hands pause just to make you suffer. Sevika clicks her tongue, amused and cruel, then brushes her thumb over your lower lip.
“Use your words.” Your whole body burns, your pussy aching so badly you can barely think past the empty need curling inside you. “Please,” you breathe, and Sevika’s smile turns sharp.
“Please what?” Her thumb slips into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, and you suck around it without being told. Sevika’s eyes go darker at that, her throat working as she watches you turn obedient so quickly.
Her other hand slides lower, fingertips tracing along your inner thigh, close enough to make you tremble but still not where you need her. You try to spread wider for her, but she stops you with a single look.
“Greedy,” she says, though her voice has gone rough in a way that tells you she likes it. Her thumb pulls from your mouth, wet and shining, and she drags it down your chin before gripping you again. “Say you earned it.”
You don’t answer fast enough, not with words, because the second her thumb leaves your lip, your body leans after it like you can’t help yourself. Sevika notices immediately, of course she does, her eyes narrowing with that slow, entertained cruelty that makes your stomach fold in on itself.
You catch her wrist with both hands before you even think better of it, fingers wrapping around her much stronger forearm as you try to pull her thumb back toward your mouth. The movement is needy, shameless, so obvious that heat rushes up your neck the moment you realize what you’ve done.
Sevika lets you get close, lets your lips brush the pad of her thumb, then stops just short of giving it to you. “Look at that,” she says, voice low and rough, her thigh flexing under you just enough to make your hips stutter. “Didn’t even ask.”
Your lips part anyway, breath hot against her skin, tongue peeking out to taste the damp trail you left there before. Sevika’s gaze drops to your mouth, and for one second her expression slips, something hungry cutting through all that patience.
Then her fingers tighten around your jaw, holding you still, making you feel the full weight of being caught wanting. “You that desperate for something in your mouth?” she asks, and the way she says it makes your pussy clench hard against her thigh.
You try to nod, but her grip keeps you in place, forcing a small, broken sound out of you instead. The noise seems to please her, because her thumb finally presses against your lower lip again, slow and firm. “Open.”
You do, immediately, too quickly to pretend you have any pride left. Sevika’s thumb slides onto your tongue, and you close your lips around it with a soft, grateful little whine that makes her breathe out through her nose.
Her thumb is thick and warm in your mouth, still faintly tasting of you, and the thought alone makes your hips roll down harder. She watches the way your cheeks hollow slightly when you suck, watches your lashes flutter, watches your hands cling to her wrist like she might take it away again.
“There you go,” she murmurs, almost approving, though her other hand grips your hip hard enough to keep you grinding exactly how she wants. The praise melts through you, syrupy and hot, until your whole body feels too soft to hold itself up. You keep your mouth around her thumb like it’s the only thing keeping you from begging.
Sevika starts moving you again, guiding your hips in a slow, punishing rhythm over her thigh. The friction catches your clit through the damp mess you’ve made on her boxers, each drag sending pleasure up your spine until your breathing turns ragged around her thumb.
Your spit gathers at the corner of your mouth, messy and humiliating, but Sevika only looks more satisfied. She presses her thumb down against your tongue, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel owned by the shape of her hand.
“Good girl,” she says, and the words make you shake so badly she has to hold you tighter. Your pussy is wet enough that every grind sounds obscene in the quiet apartment, slick heat dragging against fabric and skin while you tremble in her lap. Sevika hears it too, her eyes flicking down with a low, pleased hum.
You try to chase more, rocking faster, but Sevika’s hand clamps down on your hip and stops you instantly. The sudden stillness tears a whine out of you, muffled around her thumb, your brows pinching in desperate frustration.
“No,” she says, calm as anything, like your thighs aren’t shaking around hers. “You don’t get greedy unless I tell you to.” You whimper again, softer this time, and she tilts her head like she’s considering whether you’ve earned any mercy at all. Her thumb slips from your mouth with a wet little sound, dragging over your lip before she cups your face. “Tell me what you want.”
Your answer comes out shaky and ruined, barely more than a breath. “Your fingers.” Sevika’s expression sharpens, her grip on your face turning almost tender for one dangerous second.
“Yeah?” she asks, thumb brushing over your spit-slick lip while her other hand slides under the shirt and finds your bare hip.
You nod fast, too fast, your hands moving to her shoulders as your body aches around the empty need between your thighs. “Please, Sevika,” you say, voice breaking on her name. “I earned them.”
For a moment, she just looks at you, all dark eyes and bare skin and that smug, devastating mouth. Then her hand leaves your face and trails slowly down your throat, over the front of the shirt, lower and lower until your breath catches.
She pushes the hem up with almost insulting patience, exposing you fully in her lap while her gaze drops between your thighs. “Fuck,” she mutters, quieter than before, the first crack in her control all night.
Her fingers skim through the slick heat of your pussy, barely touching, but it’s enough to make your whole body jerk. Sevika smiles when you gasp. “All this because of my hands?” she asks, dragging two fingers through your wetness again, slow and deliberate. “Sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought.”
Sevika’s eyes stay locked between your thighs for one long second, watching the mess you’ve made of yourself like it’s something she earned by patience alone. Her fingers are still slick with you, shining under the low light of the apartment, and when she lifts them, your stomach twists at the sight.
She doesn’t put them in your mouth this time, doesn’t let you chase them, just holds them up between you like a reminder of how badly you’ve already given yourself away. “Shirt off,” she orders, voice rougher now, stripped of some of that lazy control.
“Want to see all of you when I make you beg.” Your hands shake as you grab the hem, pulling it up over your head, and Sevika’s gaze drags over every inch of newly exposed skin like she’s deciding where to ruin you first.
The second the shirt hits the floor, her breath changes. It’s small, almost hidden, but you’re close enough to hear it, that low inhale caught somewhere behind her teeth when she sees your bare chest.
Her hand settles on your waist again, fingers digging in just enough to make you arch without meaning to. “Look at you,” she mutters, eyes dark and heavy as they lift to your face.
“Walking around my apartment with nothing under my shirt, staring at my hands like you weren’t asking for this.” Her slick fingers trail up your stomach, leaving a warm, wet path over your skin. “Dirty thing,” she says, almost fondly. “You wanted me to notice.”
You don’t get the chance to answer before those wet fingers find your nipple. Sevika pinches it between her thumb and forefinger, slow at first, watching your mouth fall open as the slick touch turns the sensation sharper, filthier. She rolls it between her fingers, firm and deliberate, and the pleasure shoots straight down to your pussy, making your hips jolt against her thigh.
“There it is,” she says, her voice dropping when she feels you grind down without permission. “Can’t even handle me touching your tits without soaking yourself more.”
Her other hand cups your boob, rough palm warm against the soft weight of it, squeezing until you gasp. “You’re gonna sit there and take it, yeah? Gonna be good for me now?”
You nod so fast it’s embarrassing, but Sevika only clicks her tongue. “Words,” she says, pinching harder just to make you whimper. “I want to hear that pretty mouth when you’re not begging for my thumb.” Your breath shudders out of you, your hands clutching at her shoulders as your nipples tighten under her touch.
“I’ll be good,” you manage, voice thin and shaky. Sevika hums, pleased but not satisfied, rolling your nipple again with those wet fingers until your back arches into her hand. “Yeah, you will,” she murmurs. “Because you know I’ll make you wait all night if you start acting spoiled.”
Then her mouth is on you, hot and sudden, and every thought in your head blanks out. Sevika drags her tongue over your nipple first, slow and dirty, tasting the slick she smeared there before closing her lips around it.
The suck is hard enough to make you cry out, your hips bucking helplessly, and she laughs against your skin like the sound is exactly what she wanted. Her teeth graze next, sharp and careful, then bite down just enough to make pleasure spark bright and mean through your chest.
“Fuck, you sound pretty like that,” she says, mouth still brushing your boob as she talks. “Should’ve had you on my lap sooner.” She sucks again, rougher this time, and your fingers slide into her hair because you need something to hold on to.
Sevika groans when you tug, the sound low and hungry, vibrating against your chest. That’s when you feel it, the way her thigh tenses under you, the way her hips shift beneath your weight like she’s not as unaffected as she’s pretending to be.
Her eyes are darker when she looks up at you, lips wet, breath warm against your spit-slick nipple. “Don’t think I’m not worked up too,” she says, voice gravelly now.
“Been sitting here watching you squirm in my shirt, pretending you weren’t dripping all over yourself because of my hand.” Her palm slides down your spine, dragging you closer until your bare chest presses against her mouth again. “You make it real fucking hard to be patient.”
She switches to your other boob without warning, squeezing one while her mouth latches onto the other. Her slick fingers return to your nipple, pinching and rolling while her tongue circles the opposite one, making your body split between sensations until you’re shaking over her. Every suck, every bite, every dirty little hum from her mouth makes your pussy pulse against her thigh.
“That’s it,” Sevika says, pulling back just enough to talk while her thumb flicks over your nipple. “Grind on me while I play with these pretty tits.” Her gaze drops to the way your hips move, slow and desperate, smearing wetness over her boxers. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re making a mess of me.”
You try to apologize, but it comes out broken, barely a word at all. Sevika laughs, not kind, not cruel, just dark and pleased, then bites the soft curve of your boob hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t apologize,” she says, licking over the bite after.
“I like seeing what I do to you.” Her fingers slide down your stomach for one teasing second, dipping low enough to make your whole body go tense, then stopping before she gives you what you want.
“You want my fingers inside you?” she asks, mouth finding your nipple again between words. “Then keep moving on my thigh, keep getting these pretty tits wet for me, and maybe I’ll decide you’ve earned them.”
You do exactly what Sevika tells you because by now your body has stopped pretending it belongs to anyone else. Your hips drag over her thigh in slow, desperate rolls, each one wetter than the last, your slick soaking through the fabric of her boxers until the glide turns messy and obscene.
Sevika’s mouth stays on your chest, switching between rough sucks and sharp little bites, her tongue soothing over every mark like she’s rewarding you and punishing you at the same time. Her hands stay planted on your hips, guiding every motion, refusing to let you speed up unless she wants it.
“That’s it,” she says against your skin, voice thick and ruined around the edges. “Make a mess on me. Show me how bad you wanted my hands.”
You whine and grind down harder, chasing the pressure with no shame left in you. The pleasure builds fast, too fast, your clit catching perfectly against her thigh until your stomach starts to tighten and your thighs shake around her.
Sevika feels it before you say anything, feels the way your rhythm goes frantic, feels your nails dig into her shoulders, feels your breath turn uneven against her hair.
She pulls back from your boob with her mouth wet, lips swollen, eyes dark enough to make you clench around nothing. “Already?” she asks, smirking like she’s not the one who dragged you there. “All I did was let you ride my thigh, sweetheart. You’re that easy for me?”
“Sevika,” you gasp, voice breaking as your hips stutter. You’re right there, right on the edge, your whole body wound tight and trembling, your pussy pulsing helplessly against her. She lets you have two more slow grinds, just enough to make your eyes go glossy, just enough to make hope spark hot in your chest.
Then, right as your orgasm starts to crest, Sevika stands. She lifts you with her like you weigh nothing, one arm locked beneath your thighs, the other bracing your back, and the loss of pressure rips a broken sound out of you. “Baby,” you whimper, high and needy, clinging to her shoulders like she’s done something cruel enough to break your heart.
Sevika smirks at your reaction, smug and gorgeous and completely unbothered by the way you’re falling apart in her arms. “Listen to you,” she says, carrying you away from the couch while your thighs tremble around her waist.
“Poor thing was about to cum, huh?” You nod against her neck, too desperate to be embarrassed, your breath hot and shaky over her skin. Her metal arm shifts beneath you, the hard surface pressing against the back of your thigh and the curve of your ass, cool at first against your overheated skin.
The contrast makes you jolt, makes your pussy clench again, makes another wet, miserable little sound leave your mouth. Sevika laughs low in your ear, her grip tightening when you squirm. “Careful,” she murmurs. “Keep moving like that and I’ll think you like being denied.”
The metal of her arm feels unforgiving against you, firm and smooth and colder than the rest of her, while her bare chest is hot against yours. Every step she takes makes your nipples brush against her, swollen and aching from her mouth, and every shift of her grip makes slick smear between your thighs.
You can feel how worked up she is too, in the roughness of her breathing, in the way her jaw keeps flexing, in the way her fingers dig into you like she’s holding herself back by force. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” she mutters, almost like she’s angry about it.
“Sitting on me half naked, dripping on my thigh, making those pretty sounds.” Her mouth finds your jaw, teeth scraping there before she bites lightly. “You make me want to ruin my own rules.”
She doesn’t take you to the bedroom. She stops with your back against the wall, pinning you there with her body, her metal arm braced beneath you to keep you lifted. The cool pressure of it spreads under your thighs while her other hand slides between your bodies, fingers still wet from you and rough with impatience now.
You barely have time to suck in a breath before she pushes two fingers inside you in one sudden, deep thrust. The stretch punches a cry out of you, your head falling back against the wall as your pussy clenches hard around her. Sevika groans like she feels it in her own body, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Fuck,” she breathes. “That’s it. Take them.”
Your legs tighten around her waist, your hands flying to her back, nails dragging over warm skin. She gives you a second, just one, watching your face carefully enough that the cruelty of it feels safe, practiced, wanted.
When you don’t tell her to stop, when you only whimper and rock down onto her fingers, her control snaps into something darker. She starts moving, slow but deep, curling her fingers inside you with every thrust until your body jerks against the wall.
The sound of how wet you are fills the space between you, obscene and impossible to hide. Sevika’s mouth brushes your ear, her voice low and filthy. “You hear that? Hear how bad this pussy wanted me?”
“Please,” you sob, though you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore. More, mercy, her mouth, her fingers, the orgasm she stole from you, all of it tangles together until all you can do is cling to her.
Sevika’s metal arm holds you steady while her fingers fuck into you harder, her thumb finding your clit with mean, perfect pressure. Your whole body jolts, pleasure slamming through you so sharply that your vision blurs.
“There she is,” Sevika says, sounding breathless now, sounding hungry. “Knew you’d get sweet once I filled you up.” She kisses you hard before you can answer, swallowing the broken moan that spills out of you.
You grind into her hand because you can’t help it, because the orgasm she stole is still sitting hot and furious under your skin. Sevika lets you chase it this time, her fingers working you open, her thumb rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake around her. Her metal arm presses colder into your skin the hotter you get, grounding you and ruining you all at once.
“Come on,” she growls against your mouth. “You wanted my fingers so bad, so cum on them.” Your pussy clamps down around her, slick and desperate, and Sevika curses under her breath like the feeling nearly takes her with you. “That’s my girl,” she says, voice rough with want. “Make a mess for me, baby.”
You’re right there again, right on the edge Sevika stole from you once already, your whole body tightening around the promise of release. Your thighs lock around her waist, your nails bite into her back, and your mouth falls open against her shoulder as the first wave starts to rise.
Sevika feels it instantly, feels the way your pussy clamps down around her fingers, wet and desperate, trying to drag her deeper. Her thumb keeps circling your clit for one cruel, perfect second, just long enough to make your eyes roll back. Then she slows.
The change is so sudden and so devastating that your eyes snap wide open. Her fingers stay buried inside you, but the hard rhythm turns lazy, shallow, almost gentle, and it ruins everything in one brutal second.
The orgasm that had been building so hot and bright inside you breaks apart before it can crest, leaving you shaking against the wall, empty of relief and full of need. Your breath catches on a wounded little sound, your hips jerking down helplessly, trying to force her to keep going.
Sevika watches your face as it happens, watches confusion melt into frustration, then into that pretty, pathetic desperation she clearly loves too much. “Oh,” she says, dragging the word out with a dark little laugh. “You really thought I was gonna let you cum that easy?”
“Sevika,” you whine, her name cracking in your throat like a plea. You sound wrecked already, breathless and spoiled and close to tears, and her smile only sharpens.
“Baby, please,” you beg, voice trembling as your hips try to grind against her hand. “Please, please, don’t stop, I was so close.” Sevika laughs again, low and rough against your neck, and the sound makes your pussy flutter around her fingers despite everything.
“I know you were,” she murmurs, kissing the corner of your jaw like she’s comforting you. “That’s why I stopped.”
A broken sob slips out of you, humiliatingly soft and needy. Sevika hums like it’s the sweetest sound she’s heard all night, her metal arm holding you steady while your body trembles uselessly in her grip.
Her fingers move inside you at that same slow, maddening pace, sliding deep enough to keep you aching but not fast enough to give you what you need.
“Look at you,” she says, her voice thick with amusement. “Begging like I didn’t warn you that you had to earn it.” Her thumb brushes your clit once, barely there, and your whole body jolts. “So fucking greedy for me.”
“I earned it,” you babble, barely coherent now, your forehead dropping against hers. “I did, I did, please, I was good, I was so good for you.” Sevika’s eyes darken at that, her jaw flexing like your desperation is getting to her more than she wants to admit.
Her breathing has gone rough again, her chest pressing hard to yours, her mouth wet and parted as she looks down at you. “Yeah?” she asks, her fingers curling slowly inside you. “You think you’ve been good enough to take more?” You nod frantically, lips parted, eyes glossy and wide. “Please.”
Sevika holds your stare as she pulls her fingers back just enough to make you whimper. Then she presses a third finger against your soaked entrance, slow and deliberate, giving you time to feel exactly what she’s about to do.
Your breath catches, your body going tense around the stretch before she even pushes in. “Relax,” she orders, voice low but softer at the edges. “You can take it. Pretty pussy’s been begging for more all night.”
She eases the third finger in slowly, inch by inch, and the stretch steals every thought from your head. Your mouth falls open on a deep, shaking moan, pleasure and pressure twisting together until your whole body goes weak in her arms.
It’s full, so full it makes your eyes flutter, your pussy clenching tight around the added thickness like it doesn’t know whether to run from it or pull her deeper.
Sevika groans when she feels you take her, her forehead dropping to yours for one hot, breathless second. “Fuck,” she mutters, voice rough with want. “There you go. Knew you could take my fingers like a good girl.”
You’re babbling before you realize it, words spilling out broken and messy. “Feels good, feels so good, Sevika, fuck, please, please don’t stop.” Your hips twitch against her hand, your body trying to adjust to the stretch while also chasing the pleasure she keeps dangling just out of reach.
Sevika’s smile turns wicked, but her hand stays careful for a moment, letting you feel the fullness before she starts moving again. “Listen to yourself,” she says, brushing her mouth over yours without kissing you properly.
“Can’t even talk right now.” Her fingers curl inside you, slow and deep, and your moan breaks into a helpless little cry. “That’s what I wanted,” she whispers. “Wanted you so full of me you forgot how to be anything but needy.”
Sevika lets you suffer with the fullness for a little longer, fingers buried deep, thumb barely brushing your clit each time your breath starts to catch. She watches every little crack in you, the way your eyes go glassy, the way your mouth can’t decide between begging and moaning, the way your hips keep trying to chase her hand even when you’re too weak to move properly.
“You want it that bad?” she asks, voice rough and low against your mouth. You nod so fast it’s pathetic, your hands fisting against her shoulders, your whole body trembling around the stretch of her fingers.
“Then ask right,” she says, curling them inside you until your back arches off the wall. You barely get the words out, just a broken little “please, baby, please let me cum,” before Sevika finally gives you what you’ve been begging for.
Her hand moves harder then, deeper, her thumb pressing tight, perfect circles against your clit while her metal arm keeps you pinned and helpless against her body. The orgasm hits so hard it steals the sound from you at first, your mouth open, eyes wide, body locking around her fingers as pleasure tears through you.
Then the noise comes, high and wrecked, your face buried against her neck while your pussy pulses around her in wet, desperate clenches. Sevika groans like she feels every one of them, like the way you fall apart around her is dragging something out of her too.
“There you go,” she rasps, not stopping until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably around her waist. “That’s my girl. Make a mess on my hand.”
By the time she pulls her fingers out of you, you’re loose and trembling, barely able to hold your head up. Sevika carries you back to the couch like it’s nothing, like she didn’t just ruin you against the wall and leave your body buzzing with aftershocks.
She sits down with you in her lap again, letting you slump against her chest for only a second before her wet fingers press against your lips. Your eyes flutter open, dazed and needy, and Sevika’s mouth curves into that mean little smirk. “Open,” she says. You do it without thinking, lips parting around her fingers as she slides them onto your tongue. “Clean up the mess you made.”
You suck them obediently, tasting yourself thick on her skin, your cheeks hollowing around her fingers while she watches you with dark, hungry eyes. Sevika pushes them deeper, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your throat tighten and your lashes flutter.
You gag softly around them, hands grabbing at her wrist, and she groans under her breath like the sound hits her straight between the thighs. “Fuck,” she mutters, eyes dropping to your mouth. “Look at you. So sweet after I finally let you cum.” She gives you one more slow press of her fingers against your tongue, making you gag again before pulling them free with a wet sound that makes your face burn.
You whine when she suddenly pushes you off her lap, your body still needy despite how badly you’re shaking. The sound barely leaves your mouth before Sevika looks at you, one brow lifting, warning clear in her expression. You shut up immediately, lips still wet, breath uneven, thighs pressed together on the floor in front of her.
Her smirk returns slowly, like she likes seeing how fast you remember your place. “Good,” she says, voice low and approving. “Stay right there.” Then her hands move to the waistband of her boxers, and your breath catches all over again.
Sevika lifts her hips just enough to drag the boxers down, slow and deliberate, like she wants you to watch every second of it. The fabric slides over her thighs and drops somewhere beside the couch, forgotten, because all you can look at is her.
She spreads her legs wide, shameless and commanding, giving you a clear view of how wet she is. Her pussy is slick and swollen, shining in the low apartment light, arousal gathered between her folds because of you.
Your mouth goes dry, then wet again, your whole body reacting before your mind can catch up. Sevika leans back against the couch, one hand resting on her thigh, the other dragging lazily over her stomach. “See what you did?” she says, voice rough with want. “You think I got this wet from nothing?”
You stare like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, your knees pressing into the floor, your ruined body waking up again at the sight of her spread open for you. Sevika’s fingers dip lower, parting herself just enough to make you whimper. She laughs, quiet and cruel, but there’s need in it now, real need, her chest rising faster than before.
“Don’t just sit there looking pretty,” she says, eyes locked on yours. “You wanted my hands all night.” Her thighs spread wider, and the invitation feels like an order. “Now come here and show me what that mouth can do.”
You move before she has to ask twice, crawling closer on unsteady knees, your body still trembling from what she did to you. Sevika watches you the whole time, thighs spread wide, one hand resting lazily against the inside of her leg while the other curls around the back of the couch.
She looks ruined and powerful at the same time, bare chest rising with heavier breaths, jaw tight like she’s been holding herself back for too long. Your eyes drop between her legs again, and the sight makes your mouth part without sound.
She’s so wet it glistens against her, slick gathered where she’s open and aching, and your stomach flips because you did that. You made Sevika lose patience. You made her sit there soaked and hungry while she made you earn every second.
“Look at you,” Sevika says, voice rough and amused. “Barely got your legs working and you’re still crawling over like you need it.” You swallow hard, hands settling on her knees, and the heat of her skin under your palms makes you dizzy.
She lets you touch her, lets you drag your hands slowly up her thighs, but her warning stare keeps you from moving too fast. “Don’t get greedy,” she murmurs.
“You know what happens when you get greedy.” Your eyes flick up to hers, still wide and soft from your orgasm, and Sevika’s mouth curls. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
You lower yourself between her thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of one before she can tell you where to start. Sevika’s breath catches, almost too quiet to notice, but you notice because you’re watching for every crack in her.
You kiss higher, slow and open-mouthed, tasting warm skin, salt, and the faint clean bite of her soap. Her fingers slide into your hair, not pulling yet, just settling there like a promise.
“Don’t tease me too much,” she warns, but her voice has gone lower, rougher, touched with need. That makes you brave enough to kiss the crease of her thigh, close enough that your breath ghosts over her pussy. Sevika’s grip tightens at the back of your head.
Your tongue touches her slowly at first, dragging through the wet heat of her, and Sevika’s whole body goes still. The sound she makes is low, almost swallowed, but it sends heat straight back through your already ruined body.
You look up while you do it, watching the way her brows pull together, the way her lips part, the way her hand flexes in your hair. “Fuck,” she mutters, head tipping back for half a second before she forces herself to look down at you again.
“That’s it. Open your mouth and make yourself useful.” The praise hidden inside the command makes you moan against her. Sevika feels it and curses again, thighs shifting wider around your shoulders.
You lick her like you’ve been starving for it, messy and eager, chasing every wet sound you pull out of her. Sevika tries to stay composed, tries to lean back like she’s still the one with all the control, but her breathing gives her away.
Every time your tongue circles her clit, her hips twitch toward your mouth before she catches herself. “Don’t stop,” she says, and it’s the first thing all night that sounds less like an order and more like need.
You whimper into her, hands sliding under her thighs to hold her open while you press closer. Her metal hand moves to your jaw, cool fingers guiding your face exactly where she wants you. “Right there,” she says, voice almost breaking. “Good girl, right fucking there.”
You obey immediately, sucking her clit between your lips until her thighs tense around your head. Sevika groans, rough and deep, the sound filling the apartment and making your own pussy throb again even though you’re still oversensitive.
She rocks against your mouth in small, controlled movements, but the control is thinner now, fraying at the edges every time you moan into her. “You like this, don’t you?” she says, breathless but still smug.
“Like being on your knees with your mouth full of me.” You nod as much as you can, and she laughs shakily, fingers tightening in your hair. “Greedy even after I made you cum. Pretty little thing can’t help herself.”
Her taste is all over your tongue, slick and warm and intoxicating, and you press closer until your nose brushes against her. Sevika’s hips jerk harder this time, a sharp little loss of control that makes her curse under her breath.
You feel her thighs tremble, feel the strength in her body turning restless beneath your hands, and it makes you want to ruin her composure the way she ruined yours. You flatten your tongue and drag it slow, then flick faster over her clit just to hear the way her breath punches out.
“Careful,” she growls, but there’s no real threat in it anymore. Her hand cups the back of your head, keeping you there. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna make you stay down there until I’m done shaking.”
You don’t stop. You give her exactly what she asked for, mouth wet and eager, tongue working her with the same desperation she dragged out of you earlier. Sevika’s dirty talk starts to fracture into curses, low groans, and your name said like she’s annoyed that she wants you this badly.
“Fuck, baby,” she breathes, and the pet name comes out rougher than before. “That mouth is dangerous.” You moan at that, gripping her thighs tighter as her hips lift into you again.
Sevika looks down at you, eyes heavy, chest flushed, one hand in your hair and the other squeezing her own thigh like she needs somewhere to put the force of wanting. “You’re gonna make me cum like this,” she says, voice dark and shaking. “And then I’m not done with you.”
That should scare you, probably, the promise in her voice, the threat of being kept there long after she breaks. Instead, it only makes you moan against her harder, your tongue pressing flatter, your mouth working her with a need that feels almost dizzying.
Sevika’s thighs tense around your head, strong and trembling, her fingers tightening in your hair like she’s trying not to pull too hard. “Fuck,” she spits, hips jerking up before she can stop them. “That’s it, baby. Don’t you dare get shy now.”
Her voice is rough, wrecked at the edges, and the sound of it makes you ache all over again. You want her ruined too, want her breathless and cursing, want proof that she’s just as weak for you as you are for her.
You suck her clit back into your mouth, softer at first, then firmer when her grip tightens. Sevika’s head falls back against the couch, her throat working around a broken groan, bare chest rising fast now. Her boobs shift with every shaky breath, nipples hard, skin flushed, and you can’t help dragging one hand up from her thigh to palm at her.
She looks down immediately, eyes dark and warning, but she doesn’t stop you. “Greedy little mouth and greedy little hands,” she says, voice low and breathless. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” Her hips roll into your mouth again, sharper this time, and her laugh breaks into a moan before she can finish pretending she’s above it.
You answer by licking her slower, dragging your tongue through all that slick heat until her stomach tightens beneath your hand. She tastes stronger now, wetter, her arousal coating your mouth and chin while she watches you with a look that makes your whole body feel owned.
“Look at me,” Sevika orders, and you force your eyes up even as your mouth stays busy. The sight of you between her thighs seems to hit her hard, because her lips part and her metal hand flexes against the couch hard enough to make the frame creak.
“Shit,” she mutters, almost to herself. “You look too fucking good down there.” Then her flesh hand tightens in your hair and guides you closer. “Keep your eyes on me when I cum.”
The command makes you shudder. You press in harder, tongue flicking over her clit before closing your lips around it again, sucking until Sevika’s thighs start to shake for real. She tries to keep still, tries to stay smug and composed, but the effort is falling apart in pieces.
Her hips lift, her hand pulls, her breath turns uneven and harsh. “Right there,” she growls, then says it again, rougher, less controlled. “Right there, baby, fuck, don’t stop.” You don’t. You give her everything, mouth messy and devoted, hands gripping her open like you were made to stay there.
Sevika’s orgasm builds loud, not in volume at first, but in the way her whole body changes. Her stomach tightens, her thighs clamp harder, her chest heaves, and her fingers twist in your hair like she needs an anchor.
“That’s it,” she pants, voice cracking around the words. “Make me cum. Make me cum on that pretty mouth.” The filth of it sends a pulse straight between your legs, your own body aching even though she hasn’t touched you again.
You moan into her, and that’s what does it. Sevika curses, sharp and broken, her hips grinding up against your tongue as she finally falls apart.
You keep your mouth on her through it, because she told you not to stop and because you couldn’t even if you wanted to. She comes hard, thighs shaking around your head, fingers holding you in place while you lick her through every wet, pulsing wave.
Her voice drops into a rough, helpless groan that you feel more than hear, vibrating low in her chest, filling the room with the sound of her losing control. “Fuck, baby,” she breathes, trembling under your hands. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”
The praise makes you dizzy, makes you press your thighs together on instinct, but Sevika notices even in the middle of coming down. Of course she does.
Her grip loosens slowly, but she doesn’t let you pull away. Instead, she keeps you there with a hand at the back of your head, gentler now but still firm, making you clean her through the aftershocks.
“Don’t waste a drop,” she murmurs, voice hoarse. “You wanted to see how wet you made me, so clean it up.” You whimper against her, overwhelmed and turned on all over again, your tongue moving softer now, slower, tasting her until she shudders.
Sevika’s thighs twitch when you brush her clit, too sensitive, and she hisses through her teeth. “Careful,” she warns, but there’s a laugh under it. “Unless you want me to return the favour meaner.”
You finally lift your head when she lets you, lips swollen, chin wet, eyes dazed. Sevika looks down at you like she wants to devour you, one hand still in your hair, the other dragging lazily over her own stomach as she catches her breath.
For once, she’s visibly ruined, chest flushed, mouth parted, sweat shining lightly at her throat. The sight makes something warm and proud bloom in you, even as you’re still shaking on your knees.
Sevika sees that too, sees the little spark of satisfaction in your face, and her brows lift. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she says, though her voice is too wrecked to be properly threatening. “I said I wasn’t done with you.”
You barely have time to answer before she reaches down and hooks her hands beneath your arms. She hauls you up from between her thighs, kisses you hard enough to steal the taste of herself from your mouth, then stands with you clinging to her.
“Bedroom,” she says against your lips, voice rough and absolute. You stumble when she sets you on your feet, but her metal arm wraps around your waist, cold against your overheated skin, keeping you steady.
She walks you backward down the hall, kissing you between steps, biting at your lower lip whenever you whine too much. The apartment feels smaller like this, every shadow hot, every breath loud, every touch dragging you closer to whatever she’s decided you’re going to take next.
The bedroom is dim when she pushes you inside, sheets messy from earlier that morning, the air warmer and darker than the living room. Sevika sits on the edge of the bed like a throne, legs spread, still naked and wet and watching you with that dangerous patience.
She nods toward the drawer beside the bed, and your stomach flips before she even says it. “Get it,” she orders. Your hands shake as you open the drawer, pulling out the harness and strap she likes using when she wants you completely gone beneath her.
When you turn back, she’s watching your face more than the toy, amused by the way your breathing has already changed. “Come here,” she says. “You’re putting it on me.”
The order makes your knees feel weak all over again. You step between her spread thighs, strap and harness in your hands, trying not to stare at how slick she still is. Sevika lets you kneel, lets you slide the harness up her strong thighs, lets your fingers fumble with the buckles while her hand rests in your hair like a warning.
“Nervous?” she asks, smirking down at you. You nod before you can stop yourself, and she laughs, low and mean and fond. “Good. You should be.” Her fingers tighten slightly. “Take your time, baby. I want it nice and tight before I make you ride it.”
Your face burns, but you obey, tugging the straps into place, fastening each buckle with trembling fingers. Sevika watches every movement, her breathing roughening when your knuckles brush her inner thighs, when your hands linger too close to where she’s still swollen and wet.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Pretty thing on your knees, getting me ready to fuck you.” Your pussy clenches at the words, empty and aching, and Sevika notices the tiny sound you try to swallow. “Already wet again?” she asks. “I haven’t even put you on it yet.”
When the harness is secure, Sevika grips your chin and makes you look up at her. Her eyes are dark, heavy with want, and the strap sits between you like a promise you can’t escape.
“Stand up,” she says, and you do, legs unsteady beneath you. She shifts back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, thighs spread wide, the strap jutting from her hips. “Come here.”
Your body moves before your brain catches up, climbing onto the bed and settling over her lap, knees on either side of her hips. Sevika’s hands land on your waist, warm and firm, her metal fingers cool against one side of you.
“You’re gonna ride me now,” she says, dragging you closer until the tip presses slick against your pussy. “And you’re gonna look at me while you take it.”
Your hands clutch her shoulders as she lines you up with cruel patience. She doesn’t push you down right away, just lets the head of the strap tease against your entrance, slicking it with the mess she pulled out of you earlier.
You whimper, hips twitching, and Sevika’s mouth curls. “Don’t start,” she warns. “You begged for this.” You nod, breath shaky, and her grip tightens. “Words.” Your voice comes out thin and needy. “I want it.”
Sevika’s eyes flash with satisfaction. “Then sit.” She pulls you down slowly, inch by inch, letting the strap stretch you open while you tremble above her. The pressure makes your mouth fall open, pleasure and fullness winding tight through your belly as your pussy takes more of it.
Sevika watches your face the entire time, jaw clenched, breathing unsteady, like seeing you split open on her is testing every bit of control she has left. “Fuck,” she mutters when you sink lower. “That’s it. Take me like a good girl.” Your hips finally meet hers, the strap buried deep, and your moan breaks into something helpless.
For a second, neither of you moves. You’re too full, too sensitive, too aware of Sevika beneath you, her hands on your waist, her wet pussy pressed beneath the harness, her eyes burning into yours. She gives you that second, maybe two, then rolls her hips up just enough to make you gasp.
“Ride,” she says. Your thighs shake as you lift yourself and sink back down, slow and uneven at first, trying to adjust to the stretch. Sevika’s hands guide you, setting the rhythm, forcing you to take it deep every time. “That’s it, sweetheart,” she says, voice dark and shaking. “Work for it.”
You ride her the way she tells you to, messy and desperate, each drop of your hips dragging another broken sound out of your throat. Sevika watches the strap disappear inside you, watches your slick coat it, watches your body try to take everything she gives.
“Look at you,” she says, one hand sliding up to squeeze your boob while the other grips your hip. “All that whining and now you’re taking it so pretty.”
Her thumb rolls over your nipple, and your rhythm stutters. Sevika snaps her hips up once, sharp enough to make you cry out. “No. Keep going.”
You do, because the warning in her voice makes you melt and the fullness makes you stupid. Your hands slide into her hair, your chest pressing against hers as you grind down harder, chasing the angle that makes pleasure spark bright behind your eyes.
Sevika’s breath catches when you move against the harness just right, her own arousal smearing against the base with every grind. “Fuck,” she breathes, grip tightening on you.
“You feel that? Making me wet all over again while you ride me.” Her mouth finds your throat, teeth scraping there as she pushes your hips down. “That’s my girl. Take it like you’ve been aching for it all night.”
Your hands leave her hair and slide down over her shoulders, restless, greedy, needing more of her under your palms. Sevika’s skin is hot and damp beneath your touch, her chest rising hard as you keep riding her, every slow drop of your hips pulling another broken sound from your throat.
You grope at her boobs without thinking, fingers sinking into the soft weight of them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until her jaw tightens. Her eyes flash up to yours, dark and warning, but the sound she makes betrays her before she can say anything mean.
It’s low, rough, dragged from somewhere deep in her chest, and it makes your pussy clench hard around the strap. “Fuck,” she mutters, grip tightening on your waist. “You really are greedy tonight.”
You squeeze again, bolder this time, rolling her nipples between your fingers the way she did to yours earlier. Sevika’s hips jerk up beneath you, and the strap drives deeper, making your whole body jolt.
Your head falls forward, your forehead almost touching hers, while your hands keep working her chest with needy, clumsy desperation.
“That’s it,” she says, voice rough enough to scrape. “Use your hands while you ride me.” Her mouth brushes yours, not quite kissing, just letting you breathe against each other while you fall apart piece by piece. “You wanted to touch so bad, baby? Then touch.”
You do. You palm at her like you can’t get enough, thumbs teasing her hard nipples, fingers kneading the soft swell of her boobs while your hips move faster. The room fills with the wet, obscene sound of you taking the strap, slick coating every inch as you ride her harder and messier.
Sevika’s hands guide you through it, one warm against your hip, the metal one cooler at your lower back, forcing you down deep every time your thighs start to shake.
The base of the strap grinds against her clit with each roll of your hips, and you feel the exact moment it starts getting to her. Her breath punches out, sharp and uneven, and her head falls back against the headboard. “Shit,” she breathes, hips lifting into you. “Keep doing that.”
The command makes you whine, high and desperate, because you’re already close again. The stretch, the pressure, the sight of Sevika losing control beneath you, it all knots together in your belly until you can barely move right.
Your hands tighten on her boobs, and she curses, the base rubbing perfectly against her as your hips grind down. “That’s it,” she growls, dragging you harder into the rhythm.
“Make yourself cum on it.” Her eyes drop to where the strap disappears inside you, then back up to your face. “Want to see you fall apart while you’re holding onto me.”
Your mouth opens around a broken moan, but Sevika catches it with her hand. Her fingers wrap around your throat, firm and careful, just enough pressure to make you still, to make your eyes go wide and your whole body tighten around the strap.
She doesn’t cut off your breath, doesn’t lose control, just holds you there with that steady dominance that makes your brain go soft and blank. “Look at me,” she says, voice low and dangerous.
Your lashes flutter, but you obey, staring at her while your hips keep grinding down. Sevika’s thumb strokes once along the side of your throat, almost tender. “There you go. Pretty thing.”
That’s what pushes you over. The hand around your throat, the strap buried deep, the rough drag of her voice, the way her own hips are starting to stutter beneath you.
Your orgasm hits in a hard, shaking wave, your whole body locking as pleasure tears through you. You cum with a sob of her name, hands still clutching her boobs, pussy clenching helplessly around the strap as your hips twitch through it.
Sevika watches every second, eyes dark and fixed on your face, her grip on your throat steady while you unravel. “Fuck, baby,” she rasps, sounding wrecked now. “That’s it. Cum for me. Make a mess on my cock.”
The words make you shake harder, and the way you grind through your orgasm pushes the base against her clit again and again. Sevika’s control snaps right after yours, her mouth falling open as her hips jerk up beneath you.
Her hand slips from your throat to the back of your neck, pulling you close as she starts to cum too, rough and trembling, her body tightening under yours. “Don’t stop,” she groans, voice breaking around the order.
“Keep moving. Fuck, keep moving.” You can barely manage it, but you do, dragging your hips down in sloppy little rolls while she rides out her own orgasm against the harness. Her thighs shake beneath you, her chest pressed hard to yours, her breath hot and uneven against your mouth.
Sevika curses into your kiss, dirty and broken, her body tense beneath you as the base keeps rubbing her through every aftershock. Your hands soften on her chest, no longer groping so much as holding, thumbs brushing over her nipples while she trembles.
She kisses you harder, messier, swallowing your whimpers while your hips finally slow. The strap is still deep inside you, your body pulsing weakly around it, and every tiny movement makes you shiver.
Sevika’s hands slide down to your waist again, keeping you in place when your legs threaten to give out. “Good girl,” she murmurs against your mouth, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Took it so fucking pretty.”
You sag against her, boneless, your cheek pressed to her shoulder while both of you breathe like you’ve been fighting for it. Sevika doesn’t move you off right away. She holds you there, one arm wrapped around your back, metal hand cool against your overheated skin, her other hand stroking slowly along your spine.
The room feels quieter now, softer around the edges, though your body is still trembling from the force of it. Her lips brush your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “Still with me?” she asks, low enough that it feels private. You nod weakly against her, and Sevika huffs a tired little laugh. “Yeah. Thought so.”
For a while, neither of you moves. Sevika keeps you tucked against her chest, one arm around your back and the other resting heavy over your hip, her breathing slowly evening out beneath your cheek. The strap is gone eventually, set aside with a quiet kind of care that feels almost too tender after how rough her voice had been minutes ago.
You’re still warm all over, boneless and oversensitive, your skin sticking lightly to hers wherever your bodies touch. The bedroom smells like sweat, sex, and the faint smoky scent that always clings to Sevika no matter how often she showers.
Her fingers drag lazily up and down your spine, slow enough to make your eyes flutter. “Still here?” she asks, voice low and tired, but there’s something serious underneath it.
You nod against her shoulder, then hum when that doesn’t feel like enough of an answer. “Yeah,” you whisper. “M’ here.” Sevika’s hand stills for half a second before continuing, palm broad and warm as it smooths over your back.
“Throat okay?” she asks, quieter now, her thumb brushing gently near the side of your neck without pressing. You lift your head just enough to look at her, your eyes sleepy and soft. “It’s okay,” you tell her. “You were careful.”
Her jaw shifts like she’s trying not to show how much the answer matters to her. “Good,” she mutters. “You tell me if it’s not. Don’t get stubborn on me.”
That makes you smile faintly, even as your body feels too heavy to move. “You’re the stubborn one.” Sevika raises a brow at you, unimpressed, though the corner of her mouth twitches. “I’m not the one who tried to keep riding after her legs stopped working.”
Your face warms immediately, and you drop your head back against her chest with a small groan. “Don’t say it like that.” “Like what?” she asks, and now she sounds smug again, which is rude considering how sleepy she looks. “Like it’s true?”
You pinch her side weakly, barely enough to count as retaliation, and Sevika catches your wrist with an offended little huff. “Careful.”
“What are you gonna do?” you mumble. “We’re both half-dead.” Sevika looks down at you with the slowest, most dangerous smile she can manage while exhausted. “Don’t test me.”
It should sound threatening, but her voice is too rough with sleep, her hand already sliding back to stroke your waist instead of doing anything about it. You laugh softly into her skin, and she grumbles under her breath like she hates how much she likes the sound.
The bed is ruined enough that even your sleepy brain can’t ignore it forever. Sevika notices you shifting before you say anything, her eyes cutting toward the sheets with a resigned sigh. “Yeah,” she says, like she’s annoyed at the universe personally. “We gotta change those.”
You make a miserable sound and press closer to her. “Can’t we just sleep on the clean side?” “There is no clean side.” You peek over your shoulder at the tangled sheets, then immediately regret checking. “That’s your fault,” you say. Sevika snorts. “That’s very much your fault, sweetheart.”
Getting up feels like a group project neither of you signed up for. Sevika moves first, slow and stiff, stretching her shoulders before standing beside the bed and offering you her hand. You take it, wobbling when your feet touch the floor, and she steadies you instantly with a hand at your waist.
“See?” she says. “Legs don’t work.” “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, leaning into her anyway. “And yet,” she says, guiding you toward the linen cupboard, “you’re still holding onto me.”
You glance up at her, lips parted around a comeback that never really forms, because she looks too soft in the low bedroom light.
The two of you strip the bed with the clumsy patience of people who want to be asleep more than they want to be functional. Sevika yanks the fitted sheet off one corner too hard and nearly snaps it back into her own face, which makes you laugh so suddenly you have to sit on the edge of the mattress.
She freezes, sheet in hand, eyes narrowing. “Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re thinking it loud.” You cover your mouth, shoulders shaking, and Sevika points at you with the sheet like she’s about to scold you properly. “Keep laughing and you’re sleeping on the floor.” “You’d last ten minutes before dragging me back.” She pauses, then mutters, “Five.”
Fresh sheets come out smelling like detergent and the little lavender sachet you insisted on putting in the cupboard months ago. Sevika had complained about it then, saying it made the sheets smell like an old lady’s drawer, but now she presses the fabric briefly to her face when she thinks you aren’t looking.
You catch her anyway. “You like the lavender.” She lowers the sheet slowly, expression flat. “I tolerate it.” “You sniffed it.” “I was checking if it was clean.” “With your whole face?” Sevika throws a pillowcase at you, and it lands against your chest with a soft thump.
Making the bed takes longer than it should because you’re both sleepy, distracted, and moving around each other in that domestic little rhythm that feels almost more intimate than anything else. Sevika lifts the mattress corners for you when the fitted sheet won’t behave, and you smooth the fabric down with slow, careful hands.
When you bend too far, she places a palm at your lower back, steadying you before you can overbalance. “I’m fine,” you say automatically. “Mm,” she replies. “That’s why you’re swaying like a drunk.” You roll your eyes, but you let her keep her hand there. She lets you pretend you aren’t leaning into it.
By the time the clean duvet is spread out, both of you are quieter. Sevika stands at the foot of the bed, looking at the fresh sheets with a tired sort of satisfaction, hair messy, shoulders relaxed, the harshness gone from her face.
You come up beside her and slip your fingers into hers. She looks down at your joined hands, then at you. “Shower,” she says. “Quick one.” You groan. “Bed first.” “No.” “Sevika.” “Don’t whine at me. You’ll thank me when you’re not sticky and miserable in ten minutes.”
The shower is quick in theory, but everything takes longer when you keep leaning into her. Sevika turns the water warm, not too hot, testing it with her hand before nudging you under the spray. You sigh the second it hits your skin, eyes closing as the warmth rolls over your shoulders and down your back.
She stands behind you, close but not crowding, her hands careful as they smooth water over your arms. “Too hot?” she asks. “No,” you murmur. “Feels good.” Her mouth brushes the top of your shoulder, barely a kiss. “Good.”
She washes you with a gentleness that would embarrass her if you pointed it out. Her hands move slowly, soap sliding over your shoulders, your waist, your back, careful around any sore spots, careful around the places she held you hard.
When she reaches your neck, she pauses again, thumb grazing the skin with the lightest touch. “Still okay?” You open your eyes and look back at her through the steam.
“Still okay.” Her expression softens, just for a second, before she hides it by reaching for the shampoo. “Good,” she says again, because sometimes that’s the only word she trusts herself with.
You return the favour even though she insists she can do it herself. “I know you can,” you tell her, taking the soap from her hand. “Let me.” Sevika grumbles, but she turns around anyway, bracing one hand against the tile while you wash her back.
Her skin is warm beneath your palms, strong muscle softening under your touch as the water runs over both of you. There are old scars under your fingers, familiar ones, ones you don’t ask about tonight because the moment is too quiet for ghosts.
Instead, you press a kiss between her shoulder blades. Sevika goes still. “You getting sentimental on me?” she asks. “Maybe.” “Dangerous habit.”
You smile against her back. “You like it.” “I tolerate it,” she says again, but her voice is softer this time. You laugh quietly and rinse the soap from her shoulders, letting your hands trail down her arms before stepping back.
Sevika turns around and catches your face between her hands, metal cool on one cheek, flesh warm on the other. For a second, she just looks at you, water dripping from her hair, eyes dark but gentle now. “You did good,” she says. It isn’t teasing this time. It’s quiet, firm, and it lands right in the tenderest part of your chest.
Your throat tightens a little, so you lean up and kiss her instead of answering. Sevika kisses you back slowly, no teeth, no command, no urgency, just warmth and water and her thumbs brushing your cheeks. When you pull away, you whisper,
“You did too.” She huffs like praise makes her itchy. “Yeah, yeah.” But she kisses your forehead before turning off the shower, so you count that as a win.
The bathroom goes colder immediately without the water, and you make a pathetic noise that has her reaching for a towel fast. “Dramatic,” she mutters, wrapping it around your shoulders. “Cold,” you correct.
She dries you first, because of course she does, even while pretending it’s only because you’re too sleepy to manage properly. The towel drags soft over your arms and chest, then around your back, her hands brisk but careful. You stand there blinking at her, warm and dazed, while she rubs your hair just enough to make it messy.
“You look like a drowned kitten,” she says. “You look like a wet dog,” you shoot back. Sevika’s eyes narrow. “Watch it.” “Or what?” Her mouth twitches. “Or I’ll make you change the sheets next time by yourself.” You gasp softly. “Cruel.”
By the time you both make it back to the bedroom, the clean bed looks like heaven. Sevika pulls on a loose pair of boxers from the dresser, then tosses one of her shirts at you without asking. You catch it against your chest and look down at it, smiling despite yourself.
“This one?”
“You like stealing it anyway.”
“It smells like you.”
“That’s why you steal it.” You slip it on, and her gaze follows the movement with something warm and satisfied, like seeing you in her clothes settles something in her. “Come here,” she says, already pulling the duvet back.
You crawl into bed first, sighing the second your body hits the fresh sheets. They’re cool, soft, and clean beneath your skin, and you stretch out like you’ve been waiting your whole life for this exact mattress. Sevika gets in after you, pulling the duvet over both of you before reaching for the lamp.
The room falls into darkness, softened only by the thin wash of city light slipping through the curtains. For a few seconds, there’s just the sound of both of you breathing, the apartment quiet around you.
Then you feel her arm slide around your waist, pulling you back against her chest. Her metal hand rests carefully over your stomach, cool through the shirt.
You settle into her with a sleepy hum. “You’re cold.” “You’ll live.” “Mean.” Sevika presses her face into the back of your neck, lips brushing the skin there.
“You like me mean.” You smile into the dark, your fingers covering hers where they rest over your stomach. “Sometimes.” She gives your waist a light squeeze. “Liar.”
Silence settles again, heavier and softer this time. Your eyelids are already sinking, your body warm under the clean duvet, your hair still slightly damp against the pillow. Sevika’s breathing is slow behind you, but you can tell she’s not asleep yet.
She’s waiting, maybe making sure you drop first, maybe just enjoying the quiet without admitting it. “Sev?” you whisper.
“Mm?”
“Thank you.” Her arm tightens around you, and for a moment she doesn’t answer. Then she presses one slow kiss behind your ear. “Sleep, baby,” she murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
�� . DADBOD!SEVIKA THINGS I THINK ABOUT A LOT ❞ • PART 2
tags: fluff, stretch marks, comfort, body positivity, kissing, cumming untouched, strap, strap referred to as sevika’s dick, mating press, crying
DADBOD!SEVIKA likes getting her stretch marks kissed. The feeling of your lips brushing over the marks on her skin makes her feel pretty even after her body has changed significantly in comparison to back when you both fell in love with each other.
DADBOD!SEVIKA enjoys you using her soft tummy as a cushion when you’re both lounging at home in nothing but your underwear, watching TV.
DADBOD!SEVIKA’s not weak just because she’s gotten a little more rounder in places, she still can easily bench press you and all your emotional baggage at once.
DADBOD!SEVIKA enjoys when you kiss her biceps, not judging how the muscles are a little softer, and just letting her know how loved she is even with her once defined muscles appearing airbrushed now.
DADBOD!SEVIKA who starts to get a little more confident with her body over time and she’ll wear wife pleasers again after a while of avoiding them, letting you see the soft curves of her body and occasionally you even grabbed into her hips and pulled her in for kisses that left her a little dizzy, but smiling regardless.
DADBOD!SEVIKA who uses her additional weight to pin your body beneath hers so she can fuck you however she wants and you let her. Your pussy is tight around her strap because of how she folds you in a mating press with ease, letting her body weight push your knees against your chest. Your eyes fluttered shut, soft moans leaving your mouth as she pistoned her hips. “Fuck, baby, you look so good like this, taking my dick like a good girl.” She moans too as her clit rubs against the base of the strap. She can cum from seeing the way your pussy gushes alone.
DADBOD!SEVIKA who will genuinely cry and sob in your arms if you tell her she’s beautiful even with the added weight.
Synopsis: You develop a mild obsession with your dad's best friend, Sevika, who makes it impossible to forget about her until she's invited to your annual camping trip, and makes how she feels known.
mdni | content: noncon dry humping, noncon kissing, perv/creepy reader (very), oral sex, strap blow job, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, rough vaginal sex, pet names, praise kink, daddy kink, mild subspace, age difference (about 20 years...), dom/sub undertone, dacryphilia, strapping (shimmer strap), tribbing, obsessive/possessive behavior, somnophilia, morning sex...
Pairing: dads bf! Sevika x reader
a/n: fic based on this lovely request. 11.3k words...I apologize for how long this is. its set in regular arcane timeline but ignoring everything that was currently happening, and the camping scene in towards the end since I didn't know how to structure it. Apologies for that :(
The first time you meet Sevika, you consider it a...change in fate. You were fifteen, lounging in bed, when a rough, soft voice echoed in the kitchen. Your father had never brought over company; something in you believed that after your mother left, he simply found it difficult to bring people around. When you stalked down the wooden stairs, you sat on top, fingers tracing over the cracks on the floor.
You only saw Sevika from behind. Her hair was somewhat longer than it is now, and she had fewer muscles but still looked strong. She walked as if life itself was already too heavy for her, and as your father offered a seat at the dining table and rambled, her eyes moved to the stairs. You were covered by the darkness of the hallway, and to this day, you’re not sure if she saw you.
But you did look into her eyes, nearly losing yourself in the stark, cold grayness of their eyes. Your eyes raked over every crevice of her body, staring at her nose, the marks on her brown skin, and her arm. Her mechanical arm. You admired the shine on the metal and how it glowed softly, before letting out a soft huff of steam.
Sevika was the reason for your interest in all things mechanical. Throughout the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and weeks you spent thumbing over metal parts, you wondered about her. How her arm felt, how she maneuvered herself, and if she felt the phantom sensation of her arm despite it being gone.
You enjoyed thinking about her. Maybe a bit too much.
Around your eighteenth birthday, a month after you started an apprenticeship, in some underground mechanic shop, your father started talking about Sevika. He’d mention her in tidbits because, despite having always wanted to leave Zaun, it was more like a dream for people, an achievable goal. His best friend for three years, he said.
The reason he had a job after, the last one threw him out. You never really asked about his work, but when he mentioned her name, you finally asked. A rather guilty expression turned in his face, and he gave you a sad smile, “Just this and that.” He replied, and then he’d talk about her. When he showed you a picture of her, you stared at the picture for the longest time.
She looked different. Older, more handsome, and beautiful, like the years have done her better than before. You focused on the smile lines of Sevika’s face, and how it seemed to be turned into a scowl, and your favorite, her grey eyes. You can now describe the feeling of seeing Sevika as the daze your body has when you’re drunk, and trying to sleep—like your body is out of control and everything you feel seems to be slipping through your fingers.
“Do you ever show her pictures of me?” You asked, and he paused for a second, thinking and thinking.
He nodded, “Yeah, I showed her the picture Cleo took when you started working,” and he perked up, taking out a photo of you holding a torch, standing next to a small robot, on a table with an awkward smile painted on your face.
Sevika comes over the next day, per your father's request. As you’re plating everything, making sure every piece of food looks edible and presentable, the click of the front door rings, and a set of heavy boots softly thud, before they come to a halt behind you. You figure it was your father, but when you turn, grey eyes stare back at you.
Your body froze, fingers twitching, and you never moved from your spot, the heat of the plates softly burning your skin. You found it even harder to breathe as she looked at you, and a feeling of unease washed over your body. How can someone whom you’ve barely even met make you feel so...dizzy?
So not in control of anything, not even your breathing, and the mechanical functions of your body. From the other end of the house, your father closes a door, and he’s nearly dashing to Sevika, “You made it.” He gleamed, and she looked at him, as a smirk slowly curled in her lips, showing you a tiny gap between her teeth.
For a second, you wondered how her mouth tasted. How she’d kiss...was she rough? Soft? Do her hands wander as she holds you? Your throat bobbed, saliva pooling in your throat. “Dad, food is done.” You say, voice coming out a little cracked.
Your father’s smile widened, and he rushed to your side, hugging you, “My daughter, the one I always talk about.”
Sevika hummed, “Looks like you.”
“You think so?” Your father responds, though a faint redness can be seen on his face, “The light of my life.”
“Dad.”And he stopped, as he steered Sevika to the dining table, then helped you set it. You watched Sevika, from your peripheral view, while your father spilled his guts as he poured amber liquid into his and Sevika’s cup. He loosened, and somehow Sevika did too.
They spoke about random crap, you did not care much for, often only listening to the small references of the bar in the Lane district. When the metal bottle was finally empty, your father’s eyes were red and lidded, barely opened. He wobbled and wobbled until you had to help him into his room. His soft snoring rang in every direction.
Sevika barely moved, and from the end of the stairs, you stared at her back, waiting. She rose slowly, making the wooden chair scrape against the floor, and you walked behind her, fingers ghosting over her body until she took a step back, falling into your hands. Her head snapped to you, and she gave you a smirk, “Trying to...catch me, kid.”
And you nodded, moving her to the worn-out couch, nearly falling on top of her when she let go of her weight, pulling down with her. You pulled your arm from behind her, letting her arm rest around your neck, nearly pulling you into her body. Her head rolled from side to side, and she stayed still for a moment, breathing, turning soft and even.
You lingered next to her, nose pushing into her clothing, smelling smoke and liquor. Your hand brushed around her metal arm, extending until you poked and prodded around, nearly feeling the drumming of the machine underneath your skin. And you touched everywhere, finally looking at her face.
You knew there was something wrong with you. You couldn’t bring yourself to feel guilty about it that day. Your lips brushed against her temple, clothing rustling, while Sevika softly breathed. And your lips trailed down her cheek, until they touched her lips. A soft sigh fell from your throat, and you pressed again, and again.
Heat curled around your body, spine turning taunt with bliss. A small grunt echoed out of her body, and you pressed your body against hers, nearly letting your weight fall, trying to feel every inch of her skin on your own. You stayed there for minutes, until it turned into an hour, hearing the soft thud of her heart.
Your father kept bringing Sevika over, but you tried to avoid her. You pushed yourself into work, spending most of your time at the shop. Sometimes you wouldn’t even go home, only spending an hour or two in the afternoon to cook something for your father, then rushing outside. You jumped from shop to street, lounging around, avoiding the memory and the flashes of guilt.
There were times you’d walk home, and they’d be there, but you’d rush past them, taking a shower and pushing your body to sleep. And that kept going, while your curiosity about her never dulled. Around your twentieth birthday, two days afterwards, Sevika comes to Cleo’s shop.
You were mostly focused on an order for a magnet glove when Cleo passed by with a mechanical arm in her hand. It was a silver one, the one she had been working on in her spare time for those who came looking for such a thing. She smiles at it, pale cheeks turning slightly pink.
You only really got up when a strong, deep voice called out her name. They spoke for a few seconds, and you inched closer just near the wall opening, catching a glimpse of a large back and short hair pulled into a ponytail—exactly like Sevika’s, that was your first thought.
Cleo turned, pointing to the mechanical arm and the woman’s arm. “C’mon, Sevika, I worked really hard...at least try it.”
You stood on the other end of the wall, listening to the slow murmur of their conversation and the occasional hums and words falling from Sevika’s lips. You found her demeanor to be still as rough as before and yet...you couldn’t stop thinking about her. In an odd way, you found the soft roughness of her voice soothing, like a lullaby or the rumbling of the city, that lulls you to sleep.
“Does she come here often?” You asked Cleo two hours after Sevika left.
Cleo looked at you for a second, brown eyes narrowing, and she tilted her head, “Sevika?” You nod, and she moves from the table, giving you a small shrug. “Sometimes. Why?”
“I think my dad works with her…” You murmur, tightening the screw of a lamp. The light flickers on it, and it blinks white for a second before turning yellow, “What does she do?”
Cleo pauses, “She’s Silco’s right-hand.”
“The…” The words die in your throat before you can say crime lord, or anything that represented the many rumors you’ve heard. The Eye of Zaun. The Industrialist. You heard stuff about him and about Sevika, too, though you always left or rushed out before they could ever keep uttering nonsense. But maybe they were telling the truth.
“Yes.”
Much of what you learn about Sevika was because of Cleo. Sometimes she’d throw in a piece of information like the explosion that caused her to lose her arm, or about her strong personality, and rumored preference for women. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined her, next to you while you slept. It made you lose your mind, just how easily she took over your head.
When you showered, you could almost always faintly hear her behind you. The ghosting press of her arm against your skin, until you bend down, cheek pressed against the tile, and mouth her name. Sometimes when you lie in bed, staring at the broken, half-fixed ceiling, she’d appear in the corner of your eyes. A cigar in her mouth, smoke curling around her while you slowly stripped, legs open, waiting for her to move.
You walk into Cleo’s shop around nine in the morning. About two days after you asked Cleo about Sevika’s work. You find her, looking through spare parts, while the summer heat blares through the dirty windows, shining on the table.
“I heard Sevika works at that bar...The Last Drop?”
Cleo pushes a crushed arm out of her way before humming, “Yeah, at Lane district...talking about Last Drop, there’s a delivery arranged. You want to try taking it?”
“You trust me that much now?” You ask, with a small smile, grabbing your coat and the special badge Cleo carries around.
She scoffs, “Can’t have you holed up here all the time.” She disappears into the back room, before she’s coming back out with a box and a small bag. “Delivery, and look for one of the working girls called ‘Pinky’ and check the wiring in her leg.”
You nod, taking the box and the bag. “I’ll try to last too long.”
“You work hard. Get yourself a drink.” And you smile at her words, before leaving the shop. The heat crackled against your skin, and sweat poured down your temple as you walked through the damp sewer system and the old buildings. The smell of the street is a mix of oil and something putrid, but it cuts the forty-five-minute walk into twenty-five.
When you arrive at The Last Drop, there are people outside, and you can hear the jeers and yells. There’s a small amount of sweat sliding down your head into your back, and you walk inside, nose crunching at the smell of cigarettes and sweat. You move through bodies before spotting your father towards the back, at a card table, while Sevika deals.
Her mechanical fingers flip the cards, passing them out at such speed you can’t follow along. Your father smiles next to her, and she’s smoking, a smirk painted on her lips. You stare at the table for a second, a part of you hoping he’d see you.
You walk away from the crowded front, before your father looks up, and you hand the box to a short, stout woman before asking for “Pinky.” She points to some doors, and the lights flicker as you rush through them.
You’re not prepared to see women pampering themselves, fixing their hair, and changing with each other while the smell of floral perfume lingers in the air. Some of them are naked, some are wearing pretty lingerie, hair puffed up with red lips, and pretty eye shadows. Their eyes land on you, a moment of awkwardness at your sudden appearance.
Perhaps this is the type Sevika likes. Pretty and pampered, someone who smells of coconut, and paints their cheeks. A rush of jealousy curls against your spine. “Is Pinky here?”
A young woman moves from a closet, with bright pink long hair and a mechanical leg on one side. “Cleo sent you?”
“Yes,” And you wiggle the bag in the air as she signals for you to walk to her. You move past the pretty girls, eyes lingering on their outfits and the way they murmur with each other. Pinky walks you to another connected room, and she sits down, pulling a fluffy coat to her body.
You open the bag, your hands landing on screw drives and whatever equipment Cleo nudged inside the bag. “What’s wrong?”
Pinky shrugs, “The big toe won’t flex,” and you watch as the faux mechanical toes all move, except for the big one. You kneel in front of her, fingertips gliding along the cool metal and black wiring, lining down to her metal ankle.
You work on the wiring, making Pinky flex and move, until you’re halfway done. The click on the door is soft, and it opens, and from behind you, Pinky smiles. Her cheeks turn red, nearly matching the color of her lips. “Sevy, have you come to greet me? Lost the game?”
You try not to look behind you, and you pace yourself while Pinky talks, and the thud of Sevika’s shoes steps behind you. Sevika’s voice rings behind you, and she feels so close, you’re sure if you step back, you’d collide with her. “No, I’m here to make sure everything is alright.”
You hold your breath, “Finished. Try not to get the wiring wet for at least a day. The drying coat needs time to settle in.”
“Something happened to the leg?” Asks Sevika, and she walks to your side, while you move in the opposite direction, hiding your face.
Pinky hums, “Malfunction or something. Nothing new.”
You’re quick to grab your bag, and you’re moving to leave until a hand curls around your arm, and you’re twirled around, back hitting a table, knocking a bottle over. The push pulls a gasp out of you, and you’re staring into Sevika’s grey eyes, while she’s looking into yours, eyes narrowed. There’s a cigarette in her mouth, and the light gleams red, so fucking close to your face.
“Y/N…” She murmurs, and it comes out so soft and deep, like she’s begging you. Like you’ve known and talked to each other for years, like she’s done something wrong, and needs you to forgive her. A sliver of ash falls from her cigarette as your mouth opens. You try to say something, but nothing comes out.
From the corner of your eye, Pinky is leaning back into her seat, “You two know each other?”
“Yes”
“No.” You respond, and your voices mingle with each other, answering Pinky at the same time. Sevika’s eyes twitch, and her hands feel so warm on your skin, as if she’s rubbed them together or hovered them over a fire. It’s electric. “Let me go.” You whisper, the words ringing between you and her.
Her hands drop, and your skin turns cold. A part of you misses the warmth. The jolt of heat that rushed through your spine when her fingers touched you. You ducked your head, avoiding eye contact until you walked outside the bar, finally taking a breath.
Sevika comes back the next day, early in the afternoon, when Cleo is out and about trying to haggle for mechanical parts in the south of Zaun. You clean the shop, though not many come through, except for the couple of people who had a previous arrangement with Cleo and fixed their issue with you. You’re handling a mechanical eye that gleams bright red before the little bells on the door ring.
You don’t pay much attention to the door, gloved hands placing the eyes in an enclosed compartment. “There’s no mechanical replacement available today...only scheduled pickups.”
“How about a checkup?”
You twirl around, nearly dropping the box, as you see Sevika. “Cleo didn’t mention you’d come.”
She moves from the foot of the door, her red shawl moving with each movement, and the thud of her shoes makes goosebumps rise on your flesh. She smiles at you, though it almost seems kind of mocking. “We’ve known each other for years...I thought I’d be given a better response yesterday.”
You press your lips to a thin line, “I was working.”
Her head tilts, “So you avoided me?”
Your throat bobs, and you place the compartment down, wiping your hands, before taking out a seat at the table. “I wasn’t trying to avoid you. I just...I didn’t want to intrude between you and your gir—”
“Friend,” Sevika interjects, and she stops in front of you, eyes raking over your frame before taking a seat at the table, legs spread open. “She’s my friend. Nothing more.”
There’s a brief silence in which you simply stare at her, then at her arm. “What can I do for you?”
Her eyes narrow, and she licks her lips, “Just maintenance. Check the wiring. Make sure everything is good.”
You move from the table, feeling Sevika’s eyes laser-focused on the back of your head. Since that day, each of your actions has been calculated. You think extra hard before even moving left or right, trying to avoid the rumble of guilt and the feeling of mistake. With each pacing second, you feel as though Sevika is shining a giant light on you, while you’re in a dark room watching you, waiting for a reaction.
When you walk back to the table, you put down Cleo’s bag, opening it to find the usual items, to pry Sevika’s mechanical arm open. “Since you’ve been avoiding me, you’ll have to make it up to me...I don’t think your father would be too happy to know you’re being mean to me.”
Your eyes flicker to hers, looking back down as you reach for her arm. The metal is cold, with colors of dark green and rust, while a bright purple radiation gleams from the inside. Her metal fingers are sharp and long, bigger than her flesh fingers. “How?”
Her shoulders shrug, “I don’t know. Maybe you will have to show me the stuff you’ve built. Maybe you will do me a favor…I’ll tell you later. You building anything new here?”
“Something's...here and there. Nothing interesting.” You respond, and you take your time checking the wiring on her mechanical arms. When you’re finished, your fingers rake over the metal work, praying into the small empty spaces between the metals. Just like before. “Though I’ve fixed a couple of mechanical and shimmer-powered arms.”
“Do they ask for you specifically?”
You shake your head, “No. My work is not that well-known…”
When you look up, her grey eyes are dilated, darkness eating her grey irises, and her chest heaves up and down, breathing shallow. And you realize that your tendency to run away from Sevika isn’t because of her, but rather because of your lack of self-control.
When she’s near, you run on impulse. Searching and searching for her to give you a reaction, a sliver of attention. Anything that tells you that she sees you. That she needs you. “You have a beautiful arm…” You whisper to her, and her lips part for a second. With Sevika, it’s as if your brain refuses to calculate. You have to act.
You grab onto the hand of her arm, and you spread her metal fingers pressing them against your cheek, until you shudder, and it’s as if you’ve dunked yourself in cold water. Sevika’s fingers flex, and they latch onto your cheek, thumb pressing into your skin. “Y/N…”
She says your name as sweetly as she did the day before. Soft and pulled slowly from her lungs, each syllable dripping with heat. You hum, eyes flutter while you nuzzle your cheek into the cold metal. “Are you worried about hurting me? It feels nice.”
Sevika is frozen. Transfixed. Like if her brain is taking its time processing your actions, trying to make sense of you. The metal twitches, digging into your skin, and you press into it until a sliver of pain shoots down your spine, and you softly hiss.
The pressure of her metal finger pulls away, quickly and roughly, accidentally slicing a line into your skin. It takes a second for your cheek to feel cold and damp. “Jesus,” Sevika breathes, and she’s moving, eyes searching for a towel or anything, while your finger touches the small wound, a sliver of red gleaming on your fingers.
You barely have any time to react to it before she’s tilting your head, pressing a napkin into it. “Your father will be pis—”
“Do you only date the women you work with?” Your throat bobs, hand flying to clutch the red shawl, and her jean blood mixing in with the material. You swear you feel her warm skin through her washed-out jeans.
Sevika says nothing, while your words echo in the shop. And she blinks at you, before the skin of her cheek twitches. “What did you say?”
You don’t understand if her question is rhetorical or if she really didn’t hear you, but you repeat the question, while the material of the napkin is pressed on you. “Do you only date the women you work with?”
“Your father and I ar—”
“My question has nothing to do with my father. Do you?”
She maneuvers your hand to press on the napkin, and she takes a step back. Your hand falls from her shawl, and she turns, footsteps ringing as she walks away from you, hand flexing next to her. They open and close, forming a fist, and as the bell of the door dings, Sevika disappears.
You whisper her name into the air later that day. You sink into your fingers, face pressed into your ugly green pillow, muffling your whimpers and choked sobs, while you think about Sevika. Each scenery is filthier than the last.
Her using you in each room of The Last Drop, you sitting on her lap, belly full with her faux cock while she plays a poker game, her keeping you naked in her work office, ready to relieve her stress anytime she’d ask. Each scenario replaying over and over, while you thumb your swollen, puffy clit, wishing she could see you.
You don’t work the next day; instead, you lounge around the house, itching to fix anything mechanical, anything that reminds you of Sevika’s arm. A friend of yours comes around when your father is gone, and he sits on the old couch, “So you and me, equals Last Drop, tonight.”
“I thought you had no money.”
He shrugs, “Poker game tonight. I feel lucky, and yes, I checked that your father isn’t working tonight. So no hiding.”
You sit next to him, old boots pressing into the space under the table, “What are you betting in your poker game?”
“I heard Sevika is playing tonight, so...maybe my board, but the one that glows. Looks expensive, but really it’s cheap.”
“Me.”
Your friend quirks his eyebrows, “Huh?”
“Bet me. Don’t bet your hoverboard. I offer myself as the...money tonight.”
He laughs, and laughs, rolling in place, and wiping away a tear while you stare at him. When he stops, he realizes you aren’t fucking around, and his throat bobs. “Are you...serious?”
“Yes,” You breathe out, excitement drumming through your veins, nearly envisioning Sevika in front of you. You argue with him for a good hour about the novelties and the ethics and whatnot about his betting you in a poker game. Something about his consciousness not allowing him, until you spill about Sevika.
When he finally understands, he leans back into the couch, nails drumming on his paint-stained pants, “And if she doesn’t win?”
“She will.”
You pray on your word, though you aren’t the religious type. When the sky gets darker, and your father comes home, immediately dropping his things at the foot of the door and dashing to bed, you begin to change. Some of your prettier clothing, with some makeup, highlighting your eyes.
Your friend picks you up an hour later, and you both walk outside of The Last Drop, watching bodies spill outside the door. You wade through the sea of bodies, the smell of chemicals, smoke, and ash hanging in the air. You’re pushed and moved until your friend walks to the poker table, Sevika’s eyes land on yours, and your friend is quick to sit down and curl his arm around your waist.
“My girl wants to be tonight’s money…” He says with a soft purr in his voice. Eyes rush from him to you, and the men jeer and smile, while your eyes linger on Sevika. “Will that be an issue?”
They all shake their head, “Finally, something worth losing an arm and a leg.” One of them says, eyes raking over your body. Sevika says nothing, and she deals the card, lighting a cigarette. They pass and pass cards, throwing in odd words, until your friend sighs.
There’s a dejected look that passes through their eyes, and their eyes brush over to you, until your friend leans back, a faint smile on his lips as he looks up at you, “House wins.”
When you look at Sevika, she’s staring at the table, while the players grumble in defeat. Her eyes flicker to yours, and you smile. Got you.
You go back to the bar, feeling the warmth of a familiar body, and coldness seeps into your skin as Sevika wraps her metal fingers around your wrist. “Walk.”
People part for her as she walks through the crowd, some eyes following her movement, before she walks up a pair of stairs, and you’re following her. The paint of the walls changes, and a myriad of doors decorate them. She pushes one open, closing it when you make it inside, letting go of your hand.
The room is prepared, with candles slowly flickering on the sides. “What were you thinking?” Sevika snarls, and she’s walking towards you as you back up, knees hitting the bed. “I could’ve lost, your little boyfriend could’ve lost, and what then? You’d call your father?”
You fall on the bed, tilting your head up to see her, “He’s not my boyfriend...and you’ve never lost.”
“Enjoy tonight...because this is the last time you’ll be here.”
Your eyes narrow at her words, teeth chewing the inside of your cheek, “Fine. I’m sure my friend or one of those poker buddies of yours will help me to enjoy my last night.”
Sevika’s nose flares a scowl painted on her face, and you get up from the bed, moving past her fingers on the doorknob before she pushes you to the wall, twirling you and moving you into the corner of the room. Her mechanic fingers reach your chin, squeezing your cheeks. “Don’t be a brat.”
A whimper falls from your lips, eyebrows knitted together, because she sounds so fucking mean in the best way possible. And her knee is slowly pressing in between your legs, rising to touch your needy cunt that flutters. You sharply inhale, “And if I am? What does...what does that have to do with you? Does having me...up against the wall turn you on?”
Sevika’s throat bobs, and her pupils are slowly dilating, top lip twitching. She’s mad, nearly fuming at your words, even though a flash of guilt passes through her face. “Y/N...don’t make me throw you out.”
“Does it?” You ask through a sharp gasp as her metal fingers tighten. Your spine is on fire, and you can faintly hear the rush of your blood against your own ears. “Maybe...maybe, you want to hear how I fuck myself thinking about you. Or that...I haven’t let anyone touch me since the day you got drunk at my house.”
Sevika’s eyes widen, a sharp inhale curling from your throat. “You—”
A sharp knock echoes in the room, while Sevika stares at you, breathing through her nose. Her throat bobs, and you faintly smile at her, “Fuck me here. Doesn’t matter...if they’re outside, c’mon. Please.” You whine out the last word, and it seems to break her because she backs away nearly.
“Out.” The door is knocked on again, and she moves, pulling it open, and rushing past some woman, and an older gentleman, as they walk inside the room, eyebrows furrowing at you as you’re still pressed into the wall.
You don’t leave. You don’t even make it to the double doors before you’re hiding somewhere near your friend and some other people, watching Sevika drown herself in alcohol. Each wave of her hand was replied with a shot full of an amber liquid, and she’d look at it for a second before pouring it down her throat.
Satisfaction rushes through your skin, and somewhere along the night, bodies began to slowly disappear. You only move when Sevika gets up, wobbly walking with her head held high. And you follow her into the dingy bathroom, waiting for a second before you walk into it, tilting your body to look under the stalls, until you see her shoes peeking from the one in the end.
You knock on it, while different women come and go, giving you a half-dazed smile. “Sev...Sevika.”
She grumbles from behind the stall, and you rattle it until she opens it. Her back is against the wall, head in her hand, while she softly mumbles to herself. You near her, trying to hold her. “Let's take you home.” And she grunts.
For a second, you have a good hold on her, but the slippery floor makes your movement difficult, and Sevika moves, caging you against the bathroom wall, holding you hostage there. She’s got you pressed, and she’s looking down, with a half-lidded smile, strong arms slowly wrapping around your back.
“Sevika,” You call out, trying to keep your voice restrained. You can’t make the mistake as last time. You can’t take advantage of her like this.
She hums, right next to your ear, pressing her lips to the shell of your ear, tongue darting to the flesh, and you bite your lips as she nibbles. Your pussy pulses, pleasure rushing through your flesh with each lick. Her tongue pulls a whimper out of you, and your nails dig into her arm, pressing an indentation into her skin.
“Sound...pretty,” she says, words slow and slurred, “Should taste your cunt...right here...’m horrible. ‘m so—sorry...”
A tremble passes through your body, the words echoing against your skull. Slick pours from your pussy, and you’re sure you’ve never been more aroused in your life as the thought of Sevika just pushing you down and having her way with you brushes your brain.
Her apology is soft, though thickly laced with lust and need. But you try to force her back, and she grunts before pressing harder into you, knee jerking between yours. Her fingers clutch the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at her. “Sevika...stop it,” You hiss, trying again.
Her head bobs, eyes falling closed, and she leans in, just enough that you can feel her breath on your lips. You can see the pores in her face, and her lashes, and smell every shot she took. “’m older than your...father.” She mumbles out, lips pressing your cheek as you freeze. “But...I can...make your pussy feel good...swear. Good stamina...fuck you full.”
Your moan mixes with the sudden knock against the stall. A heat rushes through your stomach, while Sevika’s eyes flutter open, and she wobbles away from you, nearly hitting the toilet. You’re quick to wrap her arm around your head, pushing through your own needy haze. “I’ll take you home…” You begin, and her mouth opens before closing again. “I know...where you live.”
She grumbles, shaking her head, “Near...near here..far away.” and she repeats that as you haul her outside the bathroom, softly grunting when she presses half her weight on you. Your friend disappears, and you carry Sevika, sometimes swaying into a building and taking a breather before, walking again.
When you finally get her home, you’re quick to fetch a water bottle, and as you put it down on her nightstand, you see a picture. A picture of you, a small one, but not a recent one, like it had been taken some time ago. Your fingers thumb on the handle of the table, and when you pull, more pictures appear.
One when you’re eighteen, around the time you officially meet her, then a couple months later. One of you a day after your twentieth birthday, one of the following year, and then more and more, nearly filling the cabinet. The discovery is blinding because it means you’re not the only pervert between the two.
And you move from the nightstand, taking off Sevika’s boot, and her clothing, leaving her in underwear and a shirt, though your eyes impulsively stare at the line of hair streaming down from her belly button into her dark underwear. Your fingers press the material, feeling the muscles of her stomach through the fabric, and the softness of her breast.
Your nails trail down, passing where her hip bone is, down to her thighs. Then back up, until you’re touching her face, outlining her skin. You look through her clothing, smelling gunpowder and smoke on them, and just before you leave, you strip down to your bra and underwear.
You lie next to her, head nuzzled on the mass of her bicep, so close you can smell sweat, sandalwood, and gunpowder mixed in the coarse hairs under her arm. It’s intoxicating, better than anything you’d imagine, so so much better. A sigh falls from your lips, palm pressed to her stomach, and you push yourself, leaning until your lips touch hers.
“Sev…” You whimper into her skin, pressing down her side, and throwing your leg over hers. Sevika grunts as your hand pushes upwards, cupping her breast, and each soft thrust of your hip is torture. Each kiss is soft and chaste, as her chest rumbles and snores fall out of her.
You try to suppress your fucked-up urges, failing as your tongue darts to the corner of her mouth, sucking her bottom lip, and pushing to taste the liquor and smoke on her tongue. The room fills with your meek hiccups and moans. Sevika softly moans, pushing past her snore, hips jolting, each time your hand squeezes her boob.
You buck against her, pussy gliding against her hip bone, thinking about her fucking you full. “Daddy,” You hiccup wetly, clit twitching as you push down, thrusting your face into her axilla, and taking in every ounce of her scent.
The bed squeaks with each of your thrusts, and you’re so fucking close, heat stirring in your lower belly, while your clit grinds into Sevika’s body. The movement of her hand sliding on top of your thigh, mechanical hands squeezing your skin, is what sends you over the edge. And you pathetically hump her hip, nearly sobbing as you involuntarily open your mouth, drool sliding and covering your mouth and her armpit.
You lie there for an hour, quietly twitching, and hiccuping, feeling slick pour out of your cunt, until the bottom of your panties is wet. You nuzzle against her again, hands pressing under her shirt, touching her warm stomach, and gliding against her skin, just feeling her. You’re not sure what time you'll make it back home.
All you know is that you touch yourself again, this time one finger inside, curling it until you’re crying and calling out Sevika’s name, begging her to use your body, and to punish you for being disgusting. By two in the morning, you fall asleep with three fingers still inside, cheeks wet and panting.
The summer heat blared against each surface of the house. Cleo gives you a week off, something about it being too hot to make deliveries. You lounge around the house, working on your forgotten projects, until your father knocks on your door.
He opens, awkwardly standing there for a second. “Sevika will come to us to the cabin...I know I’m breaking tradition, but you sh—”
“Sure.”
He pauses, eyes slightly widening, before he smiles, “Really?”
You nod, eagerly, “Yeah, why not?”
“I thought you didn’t like her.” And he says that with a relieved sigh, “She can give you some pointers with the ladies...if that’s what you’re into...you know I support you.”
“I know, Dad. Does she know I’ll be there?”
He tilts his head, “Yeah, of course.”And he rambles on and on about his ‘younger’ self, and how he loved and loved, always having a girl on his arm. You leave the next day, just a couple of hours after packing your clothing. Each other is more revealing than the other.
Your leave Zaun, into the thick, dense woods of Borderland, and the world seems to shed that dark grey color infested over Zaun, into a soft blue and green. The Borderland was a midway place, filled with nature and green, unlike Zaun and Piltover. And through an arrangement, they left the place open, though no one can construct or alter the terrarium.
How did your father do it? Who the hell knows? The cabin is in the far back, near a hidden blue lake. It’s a stark, dark brown with log for walls, and a nice porch with a small swing. When you arrive, Sevika is at the front, a thick bag over her shoulder, while she smokes a cigarette. The sun reaches her boots, and she exhales, smoke curling in front of her.
“Though we’d beat you here.” Your father calls out. You follow behind, face growing hot, remembering every detail of the filthy things you did. Sevika’s eyes follow you before looking at your father, a grin moving to her face.
“Never, old man.”
And she walks behind you, until your father drops his bag on the couch. “Okay, so only two rooms. Sevika, you and Y/N can take the bigger room, and I’ll take the bed on the other side.”
“Dad, are you sure? Your back is n—”
“I’m sure”, and he waves you off, before grabbing his bag again and walking to the opposite side. You look at him with a sigh before walking away.
Sevika follows you to the end of the hall, and you push the door open, smelling wood and oil. A brief moment passes, and you let the silence linger. You wait for her to say something. To sneer at you or call you an impetuous brat, but instead she sets her things down and looks at the bathroom, inspecting every inch. Her eyes glide over your frame, and she’s moving out of the room, while you blink back tears.
Your father, bless his soul, takes no notice of the blooming tension between you both. He unloads the bags of food into the little fridge, humming to himself, while Sevika is outside, a beer next to her chair, as she stares at the dense, thick woods. “Honey, what should we eat today?”
You mumble out some bullshit answer, and he takes it. “We should put Sevika’s skill to the test.” He says, and you scoff.
“If she can cook, that is.” You lounge around in the basement, ignoring the heat building in your skin, flushing down your scalp, and down your spine. You imagine that the sky is dark, bruised blue, and you work through your old shitty inventions, twisting nails and metal, until it seems pointless.
The door of the basement clicks open, and you don’t look back, hands continuing to work on the little mechanical robot that flickers as you heat the wiring. The smells of smoke and dust.
“The food is done,” Sevika says, words echoing in the dark, dusty room. The yellow light above you flickers, and you bite your tongue, trying to stay civil.
“I’m not hungry.” You say, breathing even. “I’ll eat later.” And the robot flickers again, before finally lighting up, pixelated eyes blinking at you. From behind, Sevika walks to you, though you don’t pay attention, not until your elbow clashes into her stomach.
Before you turn, she bends down, wrapping her metal fingers around your neck and tightening them until you gasp. “Sevi—”
“Either you come up and eat...and I forgive that stunt you pulled at Last drop and when you dropped me off, or I bend you over my lap until your ass is purple, drag you to your father and explain to him why his pretty daughter came home late that day.”
And her fingers tighten again, digging into your skin while heat pools in your lower back and your pussy throbs, nerves eating every rational thought. Your lips part, a needy whimper coming out instead of a coherent answer, and Sevika clicks her teeth in disappointment. You try again, head bobbing while slowly beginning to feel dizzy and soft around the edges.
“Atta girl,” Sevika purrs, loosening her hold, but leaning down and pushing her tongue inside you. She tastes every inch of your mouth, licking the underside of your tongue, then sucking on it, humming in satisfaction as you mewl around her tongue. When she pulls back, your eyes are lidded, and a line of spit connects you to her lips. “You’re not going to disappoint daddy, are you?”
And you shake your head, wetly gasping when her hand falls, and oxygen finally flows to your brain. She smiles at you, patting your head, and leaves while you stare at the wall. You vibrate in place, trying not to cum untouched, clit pulsing against the material of your pants.
You’re not going to disappoint, Daddy, are you now
You walk in measured steps, holding onto the wall, head swimming with each movement. When you walk outside, you put on a smile, taking the plate Sevika gives you. You look at her, waiting for something, anything, despite your father being mere inches away, and she knows this because she points to a chair next. Go. A command.
When you sit down, she’s in the opposite chair, right in front of you, while your father is next to her. He’s mumbling about memories. And then he perks up, slapping his knee. “Come on, Vika, give my little girl some pointers from your younger days.”
She smiles, “Younger days? Are you calling me old?”
“Come on, you’ve had your share of beauties, years before my daughter was born.” He replies with a laugh, while the fire crackles and there's a howl of cicadas ringing in the night.
Sevika hums, reaching into the space in the enclosed fire pit, picking up her box of cigarettes. “You’re right...about fifteen maybe sixteen years before she was born. I even helped build Cleo’s shop…” and she says it all in a low drawl, while your pussy drips, and you bite back a whimper. Your thighs clamp up, and her eyes flicker down, before looking back up.
“I don’t think...I need advice.” You grumble out, though your voice sounds cracked, and your breathing too calculated.
“No?” She asks, lighting her cigarette, “Your little girl must already have someone.” And at her words, your father’s head snaps to you in surprise.
“Do you?”
You laugh, shaking your head, “No. No, I just don’t have any interest in a relationship.”
“At all?” Your father asks, and your eyes flash to Sevika, her grin falling into a calm, lax face. There’s no expression on her face, but she’s taking her mechanical arm against her thigh, and the end of her cigarette glows.
Maybe Sevika isn’t the relationship type. Maybe she has no actual interest in someone who’s figuring herself out, in such a measured pace, it seems like you’re moving backwards. Maybe this is just...lust and a primal need to satisfy her. “I haven’t found anyone who likes me…for me.” You say with a small smile, and you shrug, “Maybe I’m just meant to be alone.”
Your father shakes his head, “Don’t even worry about that. I’ll take care of you, my firefly.” His words are slurred, and the can of beer in his hand holds nothing but air.
Sevika helps you put your father in his bed, but she doesn’t say anything for a long time as you both enter the room. She lingers around, hand shaking on her lap, and she looks at you with her eyebrows knitted together. “I like you.” You say, “This isn’t about...sex or needing to prove something. You’re a dedicated person, and loyal...your work with Silco doesn’t matter to me. I like you regardless...What I did was…” Your voice trails off, a lump building in your throat.
Sevika stands up, eyes trained on you, and she takes a step towards you, just near the edge of the bed, as you stand in front of the door. “Your father would never forgive me.”
You give her a dry laugh, “Is that what bothers you? The fact that he’s your best friend?”
There’s a low hum from the air that swirls around you both, cutting through the tension. The distant chirp of cicadas hurls in your ear, and you stand still for the longest, unsure if you’re about to pass out from the palpitation of your heart or the silence from her end. “We can forget about this…” and you swallow the lump in your throat and every trace of Sevika’s tongue on your mouth.
“I can’t…” Her tone is soft, and she takes another step until she’s right in front of you, and her arm quietly steams, hissing into the air.
“You can’t what? Forget about what we’ve done or the fact that my father is your best friend?”
You barely breathe, even when Sevika drops her head on your shoulder, knocking you back into the door. The smell of sandalwood and smoke lingers in her hair, and she’s breathing right in your ear, as if she’s been punched, each breath labored and pulled.
“Both...both,” she whispers, a second rushes by filled with nothing but your mingled breaths, until she pulls her head away, hands cupping your face. “But asking your father for forgiveness is easier than regretting not doing this.”
Sevika turns her head, pressing herself into you, lips attached to yours. There’s an odd sweetness mingled in it, not like the filthy one she had given you; this is something more than that. Something akin to love. Her metal arm slides to the small of your back, pulling you to her body, spurring a whine from your lips.
In the midst of her kissing you as if you’re about to disappear, you barely realise she’s maneuvering you away from the door, hauling you to her lap, while she sits on the bed. She nibbles on your lower lip, wetting your bottom lip, while her metal fingers press into your skin.
You follow her moments, whining sweetly into her mouth as her tongue finally opens yours. Sevika licks your tongue, then your molars, touching every inch, until the air in your lungs disappears. Sevika kisses you with urgency, “’m weak for you.” She gasps into you.
And you pull away for a second, admiring the greyness of her eyes, and the slight red blush on her cheeks, “Do you love me?”
Sevika nods, eagerly, chasing your lips for a second kiss. “I do...I do.” You mewl into her mouth, and she pushes you to the bed, never breaking the kiss. She suffocates you, laying her weight on you, while her knee presses between yours. She breaks away, peppering kisses along your cheek, slowly traveling down to your neck, licking at your sensitive skin.
Each touch has you hips jerking into the material of her jeans, pressing your clothed cunt into her thigh. Each drag is unbelievably sending heat through your stomach, pushing out tiny mewls and whimpers. It’s borderline embarrassing. The mere action of Sevika’s lips on your skin is enough to pull such needy and whiny sounds.
“Tried to keep away from you.” She murmurs, face pressed into the material of your shirt, and she bunches it up until she can freely kiss your belly, “...really tried.”
Sevika tugs your shorts off until your underwear comes into view. She takes a minute before pressing her face down, groaning, tongue darting to the indentation marking your cunt. A gasp rings in your ear, and she’s yanking you to the end of the bed, down on her knees while her hands slide to the back of your thighs.
Your belly swoops, while blood rushes through your ear, eyes lidded as Sevika licks you through the underwear, sucking your clothed clit with a groan. You can feel her flatten her tongue, slick mixing in with her saliva as she sucks and licks you. “Vika...feels good.”
She hums, finally pulling down your wet underwear, slick, connecting your pussy to it. You feel her hands on your thigh, metal fingers digging into your skin, and she kisses along the inside of your thigh. Teasing and teasing, while your cunt pulses and your skin prickles.
Tears prickle the corner of your eyes, and you blink them away as the slow rush of warmth drips around your senses. You suck in a deep, sharp breath when Sevika presses down, giving your clit a soft kiss. And she does it again, and again until you're twitching, fingers fisting the bed sheets. The ceiling appears and disappears in your vision, as a sudden ache makes your pussy drip.
When Sevika finally licks your cunt, your body loses composure, and your foot softly kicks out. A loud moan leaves your lips, eyes fluttering as Sevika pulls your legs to her shoulders, nearly locking your ankles. “So good,” she slurs, parting your folds and licking from your sopping hole to your clit.
She gives the swollen buds kitten licks, humming each time you moan, or your hips flex into her face. “fucckk,” You whimper, low and needy, “let...let me fu–fuck your face. Please, please.” And Sevika presses into your pussy, sucking on the swollen bud, breathing in your scent of skin and sweat.
She wiggles her face for a second, fingers pressing your hip down, and a sudden fullness lingers in your lower belly. It’s soft and aching, making a squelch ring into the air. Her soft groan sends a vibration rippling through your body, finally pulling out a needy, choked sob from your system, and Sevika slides in another finger.
She slides them in and out of your walls, making your back lift off the bed when she finally curls them, hitting a spongy spot that has you bucking into her. “Sev…sev,” You call out, name rushing out of your mouth like some sacred mantra over and over again.
Your brain has turned into much, grinding back into her mouth, chasing the fuzzy that has curled around the edges of your brain. Drool slides down your chin, and tiny “ah ah ah” s rush from your mouth. Sevika fucks her tongue into you, curling her fingers, stroking at the spongy spot until it feels as though you’re about to pee on her. “Nnghh fuc–fuck, sev…’m close.”
A shudder rushes through your body, heat swarming into your lower belly. Your hand flies to her hair, pushing her down, while your hips jolt down, moving to ride her face. Loud, high-pitched moans leave your lips, and Sevika savors your pussy, lapping like it’s her last meal.
Her tongue suckles at the bud, and for a second, she pulls back, taking a deep breath. You look at her through lidded eyes, your mouth open in an “O” shape. She spits on your pussy, clear white string falling from her tongue, and she goes down again. She moans into you, and when her tongue flicks your clit, and you feel the faint rush of her teeth against the bud, you explode.
Your back arches of the bed, muscles twitching, making the skin of your thigh move, involuntarily. Each second is filled with warmth that makes your body shudder, spurring fat tears until you’re streaming down your cheek. Your hips jolt in place, breasts bouncing with each movement while Sevika’s tongue flutters up and down. Your whimpers fall continuously, quiet gasps filling the room.
When you finally come back from the high, Sevika is pressing soft kisses on your belly, chin wet, eyes lidded, and pupils blown. You can almost see your reflection in the black, swallowing her irises. “Want…” You whimper, trying to move your muscle, “want to…make you feel…god.”
Your cunt is pulsing, slick, lubricating down the coarse hair and the inside of your thighs. Your fingers slide into Sevika’s hair, softly pulling her to your face. “Please,” you slur out, pressing a kiss to her. You can feel her smile against your lips.
“My pretty girl,” She purrs, “C’mon then.” And she’s standing up, moving around her bag. Clothes still on. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, nearly vibrating, and you’re quick to take off your shirt, throwing it somewhere around the room.
The room stills, and you’re nearly leaping off the bed as you watch Sevika shrug off her clothing and clasp a harness on her waist. Shimmer strap. God, Sevika is about to fuck you with a shimmer strap. You feel so fucking lightheaded it’s almost insane. The faux cock attached to it has smooth ridges; it begins to glow a soft purple, the color imitating even at the tiny slit on the cockhead.
You pull off from the bed, while she adjusts herself, crawling to her on the floor, until she’s looking at you, a look of surprise on her face. You’re drunk off seeing her like this; above you, hair tusled and chest heaving up and down. “Open up for, daddy.”
You try to collect spit from your mouth, latching onto the cock, tongue, and feeling the soft, smooth ridges on the walls of your mouth. You suck, swallowing her down, hands on her thigh until your throat contracts and you pull away with a thick line of spit connecting you to the head. You’re greedy, a floaty feeling setting in the back of your mind.
You push back, greedily sucking the underside of her cock, tonguing at the ridges until it beams purple, and a vibration rolls through Sevika. “Fuck…that’s it. That’s my girl.” She breathes, and you such on the shaft, licking up to the slit of her faux cock. A glob of purple glistens down from the slit, and you lick, tasting sweetness.
The sensation of sevika in pleasure is intoxicating. You push down to the base of the cock, feeling the leather of the harness on your nose. Need and want rain on your body. You move back until the back of your head hits the wall, pulling Sevika with you, and you’re back swallowing her cock, and following your cheek, trying to force her to fuck your face. A choked groan leaves her lips, and you moan around her.
You jerk back, staring up at Sevika, “Tck, is that all you got for daddy?” Sevika drawls, spit dribbles around the cock, mixed with the purple gleaming liquid. There's some on your fingers and your wet lips, mixing with your saliva.
“Cum…cum on my face, please,” You whimper, “Please, daddy. Will you?” And Sevika’s eyes are staring at your own lidded ones, cheeks wet with tears, as you softly rock on the floor.
She smiles, mean and cocky, “Go on then. Fuck your throat on daddy’s cock then.” Her hand yanks your face forward, shoving you down onto her cock, and it hits the back of your throat, until your hands are gripping her thighs. You scramble for purchase, tears streaming down, while spit dribbles, and breathing becomes secondary.
Your head connects to the wall, thumping but not enough for pain to settle in your senses. She keeps you there, nose touching the coarse hair peeking from the harness. And your throat convulses around her cock, and slick pours from your pussy onto the floor. The heat of your mouth draws a moan from her, and your vision turns blurry with tears; the feeling of serenity washes over your body, turning you lax and dizzy.
Sevika groans, loud and high-pitched, and she pulls her cock off, giving you a second before you’re chasing after it, panting like some dog in heat. A shudder rolls around you, and your tongue is slick with spit and shimmer. “Need,” You mewl out, sobbing into the air, as Sevika holds you back from her cock.
“C’mon, baby, behave.” She says, voice craking with a groan.
“Please,” You slur, the words filled with need, as you chase after her, fingers into her thighs, and you lean forward, lapping at the tip. “Need it…n–need it.”
The cock twitches, and Sevika’s pushing it on your face, smearing shimmer and spit on your tear-streaked skin, “Need what, baby?”
“You…need you.” Your words are barely audible, slurred and needy, “fuck me. Fuck me. Plea–please, use me…use me.”
“On the bed, baby.”
You scramble from the floor, whining as you pull away from her cock. Your knees scrape against the cold floor, wobbling with each step until you’re on your back, opening yourself for her. It’s filthy, the way you reach behind your legs, trying to pull your folds apart.
Goosebumps erupt along your flesh, and she’s pulling your legs apart, holding you just halfway. Spit dribbles from her mouth down to your pussy, mixing with the shimmer of her cock. The shaft touches your cunt, gliding up and down your pussy, slowly rolling her hips, forcing a broken moan from your throat.
You whimper as the head pumps into your clit, and your pussy flutters pathetically, the feeling of emptiness making you hiccup. She fucks into the swollen bud, bumping against it, while you try to take a deep breath, loins burning with need. “Ins–inside…” You breathe out, choked and whiny, “Daddy, inside…c’mon pleaseplease.”
Sevika stares at you like you were made for her–made to take her cock. She leans into you, swallowing your needy gasps, and pushing her tongue inside your mouth, and she likes your mouth open, her cock pushes inside. She pushes inside, halfway in, letting you sob into her mouth, before thrusting all in, swallowing your choked sob.
Your back arches off the bed, toes spreading out, while your nails scramble to grip her shoulders. The sensation of fullness makes your pussy flutter violently around her cock, and she’s moaning into your mouth, before pulling down, and pushing back inside, rushing through your walls. Your nails dig, and dig until you’re sure blood has somehow crossed above the surface.
“Da–daddy,” You sob, body pinned to the bed, while the bed softly squeaks under the weight.
“What’s wrong…” Sevika hums mokinly, hips jerking back, until half of her cock is inside you, “Is daddy too rough? You begged for this, baby.”
The sheer feeling of her inside you makes your head spin. Your hip involuntarily jerks because you can almost feel how Sevika’s cock has stretched you. You squirm in place, and white-hot pleasure crushes you, as Sevika sinks her cock inside–in and out, rubbing along your walls, while a nasty, obscene squelch bounces around the walls of the cabin.
She pulls back from your body, slowing down as she plants her on the floor, hitting one of your legs on her shoulder. You catch your breath, until she begins to move, the sudden, hurried pace, making you mewl. A ragged moan tears from Sevika’s throat as your mouth falls open, eyes crossing from the pleasure.
“Just loud and messy for me. Is this how you wanted me to fuck you? Or do you need an audience?” Sevika rocks her hips forward, watching her cock disappear, while shimmer and your pussy juice makes an obscene ring on the base of the toy. “Bend you over the poker table, and make your friend watch your pussy open for me.”
A loud squeal rips from your throat because her filthy words and the press of her thumb on your clit, have you swimming. You nod, dumbly and with need. “Want–wanted you to fuck me…while they watched.” Each word is choked out, in rhythm with Sevika’s brutal thrusts.
Her hips move, just enough to press deeper into you, and her thigh slaps against the cleft of your ass, “Greedy…” The sharp drill of pain against your spine is sudden. A smack on top of clit that has your pussy convulsing. It rips a wet sob from your lips, and her hands smack down again on the side of your thigh. “Say you're mine.” Each word is punched into your with a roll of her hips.
You nod, tears falling down your clumped lashes, and you swallow down, “‘m yours”. The words ring in satisfaction, while Sevika’s hips snap faster, burying herself inside with a sharp groan. The faux cock twitches inside your walls, hitting that sweet spot. “‘m yours.”
“Atta girl,” And your stomach flips, nails curling into the bedsheets, while your belly swoops with heat. You’re dizzy, pulse beating violently under your skin, nearly making your bones rattle. “Gonna make you feel good…like I promised.”
Her words punch a broken noise from your throat, and she grinds the cock deeper with a wet, loud sound. Each roll pushes you forward, tits bouncing with each thrust. Your hips roll down, chasing Sevika’s cock with urgency, as your pussy aches, clit twitching with each jolt. “Cum…cum inside me… yours…wanna feel full, please–”
Her smile widens, a mocking grin on her face, “Should I? What am I going to say to your father when your belly starts to grow?”
Oh god.
The bed squeaks again, and your pussy gushes around her cock. The feeling of warmth rolling down your body, making your thighs jerk, while a broken whimper falls. A pulsing feeling curls in your pussy, as Sevika continues to ram inside you, forcing blood to rush through your ears, and for a second, the world stills, silence falling in your ear.
Your body jolts, and she’s ramming inside, forcing you to ride out your orgasm. You barely notice her open mouth, until you feel so so fucking full, you’re convinced your belly will burst. The fat tip of her cock, slams inside once more, and she gushes inside. “‘m yours,” you slur out, body still feeling as if you’re on top of a fluffy cloud. You say the words again, though they come out broken and unintelligible.
Sevika leans down, with a groan, tongue scraping the shell of your ear, hip rolling once more, making you whimper. “Going to take you home with me…gonna tell your father you belong to me, want that, my pretty pet?” Her tongue licks your wet face, tasting the salt of your tears. “You don’t have a choice anyway.”
Warmth pools in your lower belly, and a broken moan settles from your lips. “Nngg–”
“Shh, it’s okay, ‘m going to take care of you.”
And you nod dumbly, brain still mushy and fried, too gone to think, beyond, “more, fuck me more, need, need”. You can feel when the shimmer drips from your pussy to the bed, pushing past Sevika’s cock. You can even feel when she pulls out with a wet sound, and when she spits on your pussy and pushes the shimmer back inside, two fingers digging into your swollen, abused cunt.
But you don’t feel when you fall asleep. Sevika cleans you up, taking you inside the shower, wetting every inch of you while you snore and softly twitch. She soaps up every crevice of your body, washing it away, then washing the shimmer from inside you.
Impulse rushes through her, and she thumbs at your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles around the bud, watching you give her soft whimpers. “Pretty.” When she carried you back to the bed, she dried you up, then washed herself. She doesn’t even dress you; she simply slips into some shorts and pulls you to her body.
You wake up not from the brightness of the sun softly spilling inside the room, or by the chirp of the birds outside the cabin room. It’s by the pressure between your legs. When your eyes flutter awake, pleasure creeps through your tummy, and you’re on your back, while Sevika’s leg is hooked over yours and her pussy is pressed against yours.
A whimper is spurred from your lips. “Sev..”
Her eyes flutter open, and she’s quick to clasp a hand over your mouth. “Don’t.” She breathes out, “How does it feel? Wanted to see how you felt when you used me to get off…”
You lie back down, while she bucks into your pussy, clit rubbing against hers, and you’re nearly passing out from the wetness that rushes to your ears. The orgasm that rolls through you is sudden and rushed, like it had been building all night. Your pussy pulses against her until she’s biting down on her lower lip, and she’s pushing down, making your foot kick.
She stops, a grin settling on her face, as she falls next to you, hand on your twitching thigh. “You feel good?” You whisper to her.
“Not as good as last night.” Your cheeks burn at her words, and you’re quick to turn and hide your face despite her rushing to hold you. Sevika presses behind your body, nuzzling her face into your neck. “C’mon, princess, you need to accompany daddy to greet your father.”
You shake your head, “Perv.”
A meek slap lands on your thigh, not hard enough to sting, just playful. “Up.”
The bathroom faucet rings in the bathroom while you brush your teeth. Sevika picks out your clothing and then hops inside when you’re finished. It’s around ten in the morning, when you both come out, and your father is already outside grilling breakfast. He doesn’t say anything when you both come out.
He doesn’t even look you in the eyes, not until he’s handing you and Sevika a plate. “You know….I’ve been thinking about putting some kind of soundproof technology inside my room.”
“Oh god.”
a/n: ty @pandulcerosa for the lovely request ꨄ︎!!
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sevika is your highest paying customer. once i frequent flyer at the local brothel, she is now deduced to sitting at her computer. each night furiously pounding toys in and out of her tight pussy, watching you do the same. you always used a clear toy so that your audience sevika could see the way your perfect pussy clenched around it.
it’s a scared ritual. every night, she gets home from working on zaun’s council; slams her bag down, and plops right in front of her computer. her pussy already tingling from the thought of you. she keeps a girthy didlo next to her desk at this point, due to all the times she had to get up from your time together and grab it. she still hates herself for even missing a nanosecond of looking at you.
this night though, was very different. for months, sevika imagined purchasing a private live session. then you could see her. she’d only suggest things that she knows turns you on a result of being your biggest, hungriest fan. she knows that you enjoyed being dominate, that you loved mocking and degrading her. sevika nearly cums at the thought of you bitching her out—for her to be nothing but a sad mess at your feet.
the screen is the best she can do. after a week of hyping herself up, she brought a scheduled live stream. tonight was it. sevika dressed in a thin spaghetti strap shirt and no underwear. she wanted every needy piece of her on display for you.
right before the live stream, she finsihes setting up the camera to face her. still sitting in her desk chair, her legs tightly held together in heart-stopping anticipation.
“how are you, sevika?” your voice chimes from the desk. it’s deep and sultry. sevika drools at what you have on: a sheer royal purple teddy with a matching bra and panty set underneath.
“you, uh,” she swallows hard, “look really lovely ta-tonight!”
you chuckle, “i wore your favorite color tonight, as you requested.”
sevika can hardly hear your voice over the thumping of her aching clit. she reaches down to rub small circles hoping it would satiate her hunger at least until introductions are out of the way. as a cam-girl veteran, you see this immediately.
“you’re starting without me.” your voice is dark and eerily even. sevika’s breath hitches. her hand freezes.
“i know you’ve been a fan of mine for awhile. i noticed my biggest tipper. you should know you’re not aloud to touch yourself until i see it fit.”
“so so sorry!” sevika raises both her hands as if she’s surrendering, “you look so amazing tonight, i’ve waiting for this for so so fucking long. got impatient.”
“mmm… what to impatient people get?”
sevika hangs her head in shame. “punished.”
“you should also know how strict i am.” you sit up on your knees so only your neck down is in the frame. slowly, you unbutton your teddy revealing how perfect your bra makes your boobs look. sevika winces,
“i’m sorry for starting without you! please, let me touch myself again!”
“ask me again and we’ll spend this whole hour without your hand even grazing your pussy.” sevika’s silence is enough response. “what’s the safe word?”
“uhm,” sevika glances quickly around her room, “wall clock?”
a laugh much more real than you intended slips, sevika gives a small smile. inside, she’s ecstatic that she managed that.
“you’ll definitely have to wait, though.” you fake pout, turning around and bending over to reveal the thinness of your thong. sevika gulps at the way your pussy pokes through the string.
“so beautiful.” sevika gasps, pupils the size of dinner plates. her hands shuffle around in her lap, “please… show me more…”
wordlessly, you reach two fingers back to spread your pussy open. sevika bites back a moan.
“you could only imagine fucking a woman like me.” you shake your ass in the camera loving sevika’s whimpering reaction.
“yes… i know.”
“guess you’ll have to settle for… masturbating hm?”
“y-yea!” sevika perks up exalted at your inclination.
you turn sitting with your legs spread open, sevika’s jaw slacks. “god it’s almost hard to get horny.” you don’t bother stifling your laugh, “you’re so pathetic! i’ll be nice, you can touch yourself now.”
faster than you’ve ever seen someone move, sevika props her legs up so she’s on full display for you. two large fingers running quick, eager circles around her clit making her hips buck.
“thank you thank you thank you…!” she chokes out between deep moans, “you’re so kind—ah! please… touch yourself too!”
you grin, sliding your panties to the side, “oh you knew exactly what you want… you’ve been waiting for me huh?”
“yesss!” sevika whines loudly, throwing her head back.
“oh i know,” you pump two fingers into your soaked pussy; this didn’t happen often, usually you had to use lube with most of your clients. you bite your lips at the sensation.
“you don’t get pussy often do you, sevika? just sit in your house all day, rubbing your pussy to me?”
“yes! it’s my favorite part of the day!” sevika starts to shake with shallow sobs, with her her dreams coming true like this she could barely comprehend how good this felt.
“what a sad, sad life.” you mock. sevika winces at your harsh tone, yet you can see her leaking the more you taunt her. “can’t get any real pussy so you come to the internet?”
“fuck—i know.” already, she is a shaking crying mess. “i’m such a loser.”
“oh fuck,” you grit your teeth, “love getting you like this… you’re gonna make me cum sevika~”
“i would love that!” sevika cries out, completely broken, “please, please cum and say my name when you do it.”
“mmm, you just might be my new favorite client~” you add a third finger, almost pushing yourself over the edge, “ffuck your fingers would feel so much better!”
sevika almost passed out. the mere thought of her fingers anywhere near you, making you feel good, making you cum. if only she could be so lucky. her mind went completely blank as her entire body twitched and stiffened. she groans out your screen name, which seemed to elongate her climax. she goes limp.
sevika looks at the screen a slight twinge of fear washing over her once she sees the wicked grin painted on your face.
“i didn’t cum yet. i wanna see you touch that pretty pussy again. you’re gonna cum over and over and over again. until i get bored with you.”
Sevika and her girl during that time of the month. HC
(not proofread, I wrote this while cramping on my first day and the sun is being a bitch today. I was sweating balls while writing this so it might be ass :P)
TW: none. no smut! Just fluff. This is small, sorry :c
While Sevika was at work , she got a text from you asking her to refill the snack basket you had in the kitchen.
She raised an eyebrow, already getting suspicious. On her way home she got your favorite treats aswell as hers while grabbing a pack of pads just in case..
After she finally came back home, she quietly set the bags aside and walked over to the living room.
There you were, curled up on the couch, 3 blankets under while watching your series. Sevika immediately knew it was that time of the month, she knew her girl well enough.
She walked over to you, kneeling down infront of you and gently pulling the blanket off your face. You were sleeping, eyebrows furrowed together. Already moody.
She gently kissed your forehead, waking you up in her favorite way. Your eyes slowly opened, cooing sleepily at the sight of her.
"Hi sweetheart.. I got your snacks, want any right now?"
She asked you and you shook your head no, reaching down to pull at her arm.
"Lay with me please.. I got my-"
"I know baby. I figured. I'll take a quick shower and I'll be right back to you."
You smiled at how well she knew you, feeling special. You kissed her lips deeply, sighing against them.
"don't take too long.."
You whined and she chuckled.
Sevika loved laying with you when you were on your period. You were the cutest during, always needing to be close to her since she was a moving furnace, emanating warmth like a working stove.
What Sevika loved most is how you always wanted her hand over your lower belly, now plump because of your period. Her hand was huge, very warm and exactly what you needed. Whenever she'd take it off you'd whine and bitch about it immediately.
"okay okay shhh."
She'd grumble whenever she needed to change the channel and had to move her hand, always putting it back on your belly. She never got annoyed at you for being the neediest.
Whenever your periods would sync, she tried to take some days off work or atleast come back earlier just so you could cuddle. You both hibernated on the bed for hours on end, sleeping , eating , sleeping. During winter she loved cuddling and snuggling under the blankets , during summer she still loved cuddling under the AC even if you were both sweaty and cranky. You didn't , cause her body was even warmer in summer.
Speaking of summer, both of you were cranky as fuck when you were on your period during summer. Sweaty , annoyed , Sevika's bitch face was even more prominent.
Atleast you had an AC. One of the things Sevika's good money was well spent on was for the amazing, fucking god-sent AC in your bedroom AND living room. Sevika loved that thing so much, you swore she loved it more than you. After a hot fucking day at work, a huge bloodbath on her pad all she wanted was to come home and rest directly under the AC where you usually lounged around. You'd tell her not to rest directly under it and especially not after she's showered, a habit you got from your mom, but she never damn listened.
And when it broke? That's exactly why your apartment had two. Sevika was always prepared and that made her hotter.
When it was time for cramps, you'd curl up into her side and grumble until the pill you took finally kicked in. If she wasn't home, you'd curl up on her side of the bed and smell her pillow till things got better. Sevika on the other hand , doesn't have that many years left of periods. She's experienced far worse pains than period cramps so most of the time she's mostly not feeling shit. When she does, they truly hurt so what she does then is just suck it up and move through the day or just wrap her arms around you until they go away. Sevika doesn't take pain killers, she thinks it's for pussies.
Whenever you wanted to visit the pool on your period you'd wear tampons. You didn't like them, Sevika didn't either. One time, one got stuck inside you and you almost shat yourself from fear but thank god Sevika wasn't even hesitant to take it out. The same happened with her, she was too grumpy and impatient to put that shit inside her, she just bunched it up and it got stuck afterwards. You took it out of course , volunteering immediately to help out your girl.
After that you knew you and Sevika were gonna be together for life.
Sorry if this doesn’t read too well, I’m not very good at writing in third person, but I thought it would fit well with this one so I gave it a go! ✨🗡️🌷🌙
Assassin!Sevika x Princess!Reader - Moonlight On Marble
Summary: Sevika is sent to kill Piltover’s princess, only to discover a gentle girl who hates the city she was born into. She arrives with a blade but leaves with a princess instead.
Moonlight spilled silver across the marble halls of Piltover’s royal palace, cold and pale against gold-trimmed walls.
Sevika hated every inch of it.
Too clean. Too polished. Too rich.
The air itself felt expensive.
She walked silently behind the princess, metal boots softened by thick crimson carpet, one gloved hand resting near the dagger hidden beneath her knight’s cloak. Her borrowed armour gleamed under candlelight, the crest of Piltover stamped proudly across her chestplate.
It almost made her sick.
Still, she wore it well.
The princess had barely questioned her arrival.
“Sir Aldren took ill this evening, Your Highness,” Sevika had explained smoothly after being escorted into the woman’s chambers. “I’ve been assigned in his place.”
The princess had looked up from where she sat beside the open balcony doors, moonlight spilling over her white sleeping gown.
No suspicion. No arrogance.
Just concern.
“Oh.” Her brows had pinched softly. “Is he alright?”
Sevika had almost laughed.
That was her first surprise.
Princesses weren’t supposed to care whether guards got sick.
“They expect a swift recovery,” Sevika answered carefully.
The princess had smiled then. Warm. Genuine.
“That’s good.”
No dismissal afterward. No orders barked her way. No superiority dripping from every word like the nobles Sevika had spent her whole life despising.
Instead, the princess had stood and approached her with bare feet whispering against the marble floor.
Bare feet.
Sevika noticed immediately.
“You don’t wear shoes?” she’d asked before she could stop herself.
The princess glanced downward, almost sheepish.
“Oh.” A tiny laugh escaped her. “I don’t really like them.”
That had earned her a long look.
Princess of Piltover. Walking around a palace barefoot.
Strange girl.
Now, hours later, Sevika still couldn’t figure her out.
“You’ve gone quiet,” the princess said softly as they stepped out into the palace gardens.
Sevika’s gaze flicked toward her.
The gardens stretched endlessly beneath the night sky, overflowing with glowing lanterns, flowering vines, and carefully sculpted hedges. A fountain glittered at the centre, water cascading softly into stone.
The princess inhaled deeply like someone finally escaping a cage.
The woman beside her hardly looked like Piltover at all.
The princess knelt suddenly beside a flowerbed, excitement lighting her face.
“Oh! These only bloom at night.”
Sevika stared.
The princess gently touched the pale petals with careful fingertips, reverent like they were something sacred.
“They close during the day to protect themselves from the heat and sun’s rays.” Her voice softened. “Isn’t that clever?”
Sevika crossed her arms.
“You talk to plants often?”
A grin tugged at the princess’s lips.
“Yes.”
That answer came far too easily.
“You’re serious?”
“They’re alive.” She looked up at Sevika like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Sevika shook her head, scoffing under her breath.
Weird.
The princess rose and continued walking, waving Sevika closer with an easy familiarity that felt dangerously disarming.
“And look.”
She pointed toward the ivy climbing one of the stone pillars.
Tiny possums slept nestled amongst the leaves.
Sevika blinked.
The princess’s expression melted instantly, her hands clasped to her chest.
“Aren’t they adorable?”
Sevika stared at her.
Not the animals.
Her.
Because she sounded genuinely delighted over something so small.
“You care a lot about animals,” Sevika murmured.
“They’re pure.”
Her answer came quietly as she stepped closer to the ivy.
The princess smiled faintly. “Animals don’t hurt others out of greed or power. They only try to survive.”
The princess moved on slowly through the gardens, fingertips trailing gently across flowering vines as she walked.
“These flowers are replaced every season,” she says after a moment, gesturing toward the enormous flowerbeds lining the marble paths. “The gardeners say they’re terribly difficult to keep alive. The soil has to be absolutely perfect or they won’t bloom properly.”
Sevika’s gaze drifted across the endless flowerbeds, the glowing lanterns, the marble pathways winding through perfectly maintained gardens.
Too much money.
Too much beauty built on the backs of starving people.
A bitter laugh nearly escaped her.
“Meanwhile people in the Undercity can barely keep themselves alive.”
The words slipped out before she could stop herself.
The princess slowed.
Sevika expected the usual reaction after that. Discomfort. Defensiveness. Maybe even disgust.
Instead, her expression falls.
“I know,” she says quietly.
That caught Sevika off guard.
The princess looks down at the flowers again, sadness flickering across her face.
“My tutors tried to stop me from learning about Zaun,” the princess admitted after a moment. “But I kept reading anyway.”
Trying to find the spoiled royal hidden beneath all this softness.
But every second only made her more confused.
The princess tilted her head upward toward the stars.
“I like animals better than people sometimes,” she admitted quietly.
Sevika huffed a small laugh despite herself.
“Yeah?”
“They don’t lie about what they are.”
Moonlight painted silver across the princess’s face as she sat beside the fountain, skirts spilling around her.
Something uncomfortable twisted in Sevika’s chest.
The princess looked at her then.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“What do you like?”
Nobody had asked Sevika that in years.
Maybe ever.
The question left her strangely blank.
Finally, she shrugged.
“Drinking.”
The princess laughed softly.
Fuck.
That sound was dangerous.
Sevika found herself staring longer than she should.
The moonlight caught against the princess’s hair, turning it silver at the edges. Fountain water reflected dancing light across her skin. She looked nothing like the heartless, entitled monster Sevika had imagined during the journey here.
She looked…
Gentle.
Too gentle for this city.
Too gentle for a world like theirs.
And that made this harder.
Far harder.
By the time the palace bells rang for midnight, Sevika already knew she was in trouble.
“This way, Your Highness,” she said quietly outside the princess’s chambers.
The princess smiled sleepily.
“Thank you for keeping me company tonight.”
Sevika swallowed.
The room was dim except for the fireplace crackling softly near the bed.
This was it.
Now.
Before she lost her nerve completely.
The princess stepped further inside.
Sevika closed the door behind them.
Locked it.
The click echoed sharply.
The princess turned slightly-
And Sevika moved.
Fast.
She grabbed the princess before she could react, shoving her backward onto the bed. The mattress dipped beneath her weight as Sevika climbed over her instantly. The princess gasped as her hand pinned her wrists above her head while the other drew a dagger and pressed the blade against the soft skin of her throat.
Silence.
Only breathing.
The princess stared up at her with wide eyes.
Confused.
Hurt.
Not angry.
That somehow made it worse.
Sevika’s jaw clenched painfully.
“I’m sorry,” she rasped.
The princess’s breathing shook.
Tears gathered slowly in her eyes, shining in the firelight.
But she didn’t scream.
Didn’t beg.
Just looked at Sevika like her heart had cracked open.
“Why?” she whispered.
Sevika tightened her grip on the dagger.
“Because Piltover deserves to suffer.”
The princess flinched slightly, lip trembling.
“I’m from the Undercity,” Sevika continued bitterly. “Your people poison us. Starve us. Kill us. While living up here in your ivory towers, like the suffering below doesn’t exist”.
The princess’s eyes welled further.
“I know.”
“Don’t.” Sevika snarled. “Don’t pretend you understand.”
“I do understand.”
Her voice broke.
“My parents…” She swallowed hard. “They think Zaunites are beneath them. They think cruelty is strength.”
Sevika’s grip faltered slightly.
The princess looked so small beneath her now.
“I hate what this city does to people,” she whispered. “I hate what they’ve done to yours.”
Sevika stared at her.
This wasn’t right.
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
The princess blinked quickly, tears slipping down her temples into her hair.
“They hate me too.”
Sevika frowned.
“What?”
A shaky laugh escaped the princess.
“I wasn’t born the son they wanted.” Her voice trembled. “My brother can do no wrong. He’s adored.” Another tear slid free. “I’m just… disappointing to them.”
Sevika loosened her hold completely now.
The princess looked away in shame.
“They call me weak because I care too much.” Her mouth trembled. “Because I’d rather tend gardens and nurse injured animals than attend political dinners. Because I refuse to laugh when they speak about Zaun like its people aren’t human.”
Her jaw tightened, like she was forcing the words out past something that still hurt.
“They tell me I’m too emotional,” she continued, voice thinner now, “that I don’t understand politics, that I embarrass the family when I speak out.”
A shaky breath.
“They stop me from coming to meetings and meals. Sometimes they lock me in my room for days on end so I ‘learn my place.’”
Her fingers curled slightly into the sheets.
“And when I still don’t stay quiet…” Her throat bobbed. “They punish me for it. Not always severely. Just enough to remind me what happens when I disobey.”
Her eyes shimmered with tears, years of frustration and hurt building up all at once, like something she had been forced to hold back for far too long was finally breaking through.
“They treat me like I am nothing,” she whispered.
Her gaze finally flicked back up to Sevika, searching her face like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to be seen.
“I am not weak,” she whispered, almost pleading now. “I just… couldn’t become like them.”
Silence stretched.
Then quietly:
“I don’t belong here.”
Sevika’s chest felt tight.
Too tight.
The dagger lowered slightly.
The princess looked at her with wide eyes, desperate suddenly.
“Take me with you.”
Sevika blinked.
“What?”
“Please.”
The word cracked apart.
“Please don’t leave me here.”
Sevika stared at her like she’d lost her mind.
“You have no idea what you’re asking.”
“I do.”
“No, princess, you don’t.” Sevika stepped back finally, dragging a hand through her hair. “The Undercity isn’t gardens and fountains.”
“I don’t care.”
“You’d hate it.”
“I hate this.”
That came out fierce.
Raw.
The princess sat up slowly, tears still streaking her face.
“I’d rather be somewhere real, with people who care and people who still have hearts, than stay here pretending this place is anything but cruel.”
Sevika looked at her for a long moment.
Then sighed heavily.
“Fuck.”
The princess almost laughed through her tears.
Sevika sheathed the dagger.
“If I take you,” she said carefully, “there’s no going back.”
“I know.”
“You’ll lose everything.”
The princess looked around the enormous gilded room.
Then back at Sevika.
“No,” she whispered. “I’ll finally have something.”
That did it.
Sevika cursed under her breath again.
Then she reached for the knife.
The princess tensed slightly as Sevika took her hand.
“I need them to think there was a struggle.”
The princess nodded shakily.
Sevika hesitated only a second before slicing carefully across the princess’s palm, letting the blood drip across the floor, vivid red against the palace’s stark white marble.
The princess hissed softly in pain.
“Sorry.”
Sevika immediately grabbed cloth from nearby linens, wrapping the wound with surprising gentleness.
Her rough hands suddenly seemed painfully careful.
The princess watched her quietly.
“You’re very soft for an assassin.”
Sevika snorted.
“Don’t spread that around.”
That earned a tiny smile.
Sevika finished bandaging her hand securely before grabbing a dark cloak from the wardrobe.
“Wear this.”
The princess obeyed instantly.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Just trust.
Dangerous, dangerous trust.
Sevika tenderly tucked her hair back before carefully pulling the hood over her head, hiding her face beneath shadow.
Then she took the princess’s injured hand gently into her own.
“Stay close to me.”
The princess squeezed back softly.
And together, assassin and princess disappeared into the night.
Synopsis: Sevika becomes infatuated with the pretty barista who makes her morning coffee, and you can't stop thinking about the older woman who fixes the vents at your work and has begun to appear every time you're working.
mdni | content: g!p Sevika, stalking, panty theft, boot riding, dry humping, oral sex, vaginal squirting and fingering, cunnilingus, rough vaginal sex, praise kink, pet names, coercion, obsessive/possessive behavior, subspace, creepy Sevika (kind of), dacryphilia, dom/sub undertones, age difference (major, twenty years), breeding kink,
Pairing: Blue-collar worker! Sevika x barista!reader
a/n: apologies I took so long :(, but I am here with this request fic, my favorite so far from Sevika, and I loved writing it !! this is 8.3K words so long sorry :( but have fun reading !!! feel free to send me more requests or fic ideas.
Sevika did not account for falling hopelessly in love with you. In fact, she didn’t account for meeting you in general. In the time she’d been called to Moonbuck Coffee, she had not officially met you. She only heard your names through the employees who would run amok trying to take care of the customers.
It’s not until an issue with the HVAC vent that has her hauling ass to the shop that she has the opportunity to see you. The summer heat is blaring in the back of her head, and she’s entering the shop, the smell of coffee bean and syrup circling her nose. Sevika looks around for a second, and then she sees you.
And you hold up your hand, waiting for her to circle the counter. You’re about a foot shorter than she is, doe eyes staring up at her. She notices everything. The way you stare at her face, and how your throat bobs as she towers you.
Her eyes flash down to your tag. ‘Y/N’. And she says your name inside her head, thinking about it, even when she’s eyeing the inside of the vent, and you’re so eagerly passing her the equipment from the bag. She can see sweat beads along your forehead, and as you pass the equipment, her calloused hands brush yours.
Heat rushes through her body, curling along her spine. What feels like bliss fizzes across her mind, and when she’s done, her eyes follow you. When the latter is back behind the shop, you’re quick to give her a cup. An iced coffee–something she never indulges in because sweets have never been her thing.
But you look at her, with a smile, so soft and innocent, pupils slightly dilated, as her hands extend to yours. “On me,” you say, and she can spot the shakiness in your voice, “consider it a thank you for saving us from the heat.”
Sevika stares at the drink before she takes it, purposely wrapping her hands just a centimeter above yours, a safe distance for her pinky to glide down and touch your skin. “Will I always get this kind of treatment when something breaks?” She murmurs, something akin to sarcasm and amusement behind her voice.
You nod. Fast and eager, and Sevika imagines that it’s just for her, “Yes.”
Somewhere along the lines of her working through nine more vents, and some complaints about her gruff demeanor, she thinks about you. She thinks about your eager little nod and the way you looked up at her while fixing the vents. You curl along her frontal lobe, the smell of coffee beans and sweat infecting her brain until all she can smell is you.
Sevika goes back to the coffee shop around closing time. A need for something. Perhaps a look at you, perhaps the smell of coffee. It doesn’t matter, but she needs something. When she arrives, you’re wiping down the espresso machine, all alone.
“A little dangerous to be by yourself at this time.” Sevika steps into the counter, eyes staring you down.
The sky had dimmed, and one could barely see anything from the windows, save for the little light post that continuously flickers. But you laugh at her, “‘m not alone… well, right now, anyways. The other workers are in the back, and it’s a slow night. How was that iced coffee?”
“Sweet. Too sweet, but…I liked it. Vanilla cold brew.”
You nod, “Are you still working?”
“Just a little longer, and then I’m finished.” Truthfully, she was done. There wasn’t any work left to do. She simply wanted to see you. You ring her up, and she watches you, while you’re working, eyes brushing along your neck, the curve of your spine, and the twitch in your finger.
When you finish, you slide the drink to her, and she racks her brain about the times she’s seen you. A month working around Moonbuck, and she never once laid eyes on you. “Did you barely start working here?”
Your smile slowly fades away. “It is that bad?”
Sevika laughs, letting her shoulder shake. “No. No. It’s good. I mean, because I’ve come to do maintenance and I’ve never seen you.”
“Oh,” your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape before you shake your head, “No, I just get these odd hours, since I have another job. But I live around the area, so I’m a little focused on this one. Perhaps you’ll see me a lot more.”
Interesting. Her head tilts, “You live by?”
“Yeah, so I don’t need to drive. Just a quick twenty-minute walk. Not too bad, some days, I drag myself home, because standing up all the time, really works your muscles.”
“Still a little dangerous, don’t you think? Walking alone at night.” Sevika says it, and along her brain, she imagines protecting you. Making sure that you get home safely, perhaps walking you all the way inside.
You give her a shrug, “Sometimes, but I can’t always have someone watching over me, to make sure I get home,” and you laugh, as if the thought is too ridiculous. But Sevika thinks otherwise.
Sevika smiles along, but she never comments. When she finally sits down, halfway into the cold brew, you begin to talk. You drone on about random crap, but she never really interjects; she simply pays attention, glancing at Vi, then turning her attention to you. Sometimes she’d say, “I understand”, and then “What do you mean?” and you’d elaborate.
By the end, it almost feels as though you’ve given her every ounce of information about your life. Sevika memorises it all. Where you work, how much you hate some of your coworkers in the other job, and how tired you get sometimes.
Sevika thinks about all the ways she can make it better, how good she’d treat you if you let her. How she’d make sure you stay happy and belly full with whatever you need. The amount of flowers she’d give you, if you just gave her a chance.
When Sevika leaves, she glides into her car, lighting a cigarette from across the street. You can’t really blame her, though; she has a soft heart, despite her appearance, and the thought of someone harming you makes her sick. So she stays there, watching while you clean and finish everything, then takes your bag and closes Moonbuck.
You never really notice the older woman walking behind you. It’s difficult to actually gauge a presence behind you when you’re listening to music. But it doesn’t matter because Sevika makes sure that you’re alright, and even walks you to your house, stopping just at a small bush to make sure that you make it inside your apartment.
Sevika comes back the next morning, exactly around nine thirty, with the same order. A vanilla cold brew. Then the next day, and the day after that. You’re the one who rings her up, always. It becomes a routine, and on the days that you don’t work in the morning, she’s there at night, with an order of vanilla cold brew and maybe a burrito if she’s feeling different.
And every other night shift that you cover, she’s also there, parking her car away from the shop, giving her enough leverage to watch you through the windows. It’s her routine after work, making sure that her pretty barista makes it home.
On Monday, you head to your second job around nine pm, rushing out of the apartment, trying to put your hair in a ponytail, or just away from your face. There’s a cold water bottle in your hand, and a bag in the other, juggling them as you enter your beat up honda. Sevika isn’t working; it’s her off day.
When you finally pull away from the driveway, you park the car, a street away, black cap on her head, rushing to the apartment complex. She already guessed which one is yours, and she stops in front of the black door, looking side to side, before she squats down, picking the lock.
When the door pops open, she smells lilac along with another flowery scent, and her eyes rake over everything, until her gloved hands are pushing open your room door. Sevika noses your bed sheets, pulling the cover back to smell you, inhaling a floral and sweet scent, close to fabric softener. “Mhm, my pretty girl.” Sevika groans.
She wishes she could stop there, but her hands find their way into your drawers, fingertips trailing your ribbed bras, lacy and plain designs all along. Then your panties, and she holds onto her strength as she pulls them to her face, cock twitching, thinking of you wearing them for her.
And she’s quick to snatch a pair from your dirty hamper, stuffing them inside her jeans. Two pairs, one dirty and one clean, so she can smell your cunt on her break. The next day, she’s quick to stuff one in her jeans.
She doesn’t pull them out until it’s afternoon, and calls become slower. With five minutes on the clock before her lunch break, she stuffs herself in one of the bathroom stalls. She’s quick to hold her shirt in her mouth, muffling a hiss as she pulls her cock out. It slaps her lean stomach, tip gleaming with precum, while thick veins jut out from along the shaft.
Her hands grip onto herself as she reaches for your panties, shoving them on her face. Her tongue darts along the material as she fucks into her first, reaching to the head and spreading precum. Pleasure darts across her back, curling in her spine, and she can almost envision you in front of her.
Please, Sevika, fuck my mouth. Sevika’s cock twitches imaging you begging for a taste, pink tongue out, pupils dilated as her cock slaps your tongue. A soft groan escapes her lips, “fuckkk, that’s it.”
And in her head, fuzzy with lust and need, as your tongue darts along the head, doe-eyes watering as you try not to choke on her, trying your best to please her. And she shouldn’t think about this, because you’re so young, and she’s nearly twenty years older than you.
Goosebumps spread across her skin, and her balls tighten as you pull away from her cock, opening your mouth to show her, spit circling your mouth. ‘Please, Vika, I’ll be so good for you, need you to take care of me.’
The thought of you saying that to her, all needy and whiny, nearly splits her brain in two, and her hand tightens around the head of her cock, hips twitching as cum shoots from the red slit. “fucckk.”
Her loud gasp rings around, echoing until she’s leaning laxly on the wall of the bathroom. Her muscles twitch, orgasm spiralling through her system until she’s finally stopped seeing double. Guilt rushes through her system, and she pushes your panties inside her jeans.
She tries not to think about the fact that she came from just imagining you on your knees. Or the fact that in the good thirteen years she’s worked at Zaun, she’s never done that. It feels disgusting, yet so fucking good.
She still stops by the Moonbuck during the night. And you still smile at her, sweet and so so fucking pretty, unaware that your babydoll panties, the ones with flowers embroidered on them, are inside Sevika’s jeans, nearly stained with her cum.
“How was work today?” You ask her, wiping down the sticky counter, while the espresso machine softly hums behind you. “We had this guy come in, super pissed his mobile order was wrong, and he nearly threw the drink at us.”
She clicks her tongue, “People like that don’t deserve proper customer service. Sorry, you had such a bad day.”
“It’s okay…it wasn’t your fault, and you’re right.” You respond, “But tell me about your day.”
And Sevika recounts it. The boring details, how dirty she gets, and everything, but never how she came apart in the bathroom thinking about sinking into your sweet pussy, and the taste of you in her mouth. And you laugh along, loud and unabashed, shoulders shaking, while pieces of your hair stick out, and your uniform is a bit fucked up from moving around.
For a second, she wished she could kneel and convince you to open your legs and let her fuck her tongue into you. Suck out all the exhaustion from your bones until you’re crying, and boneless against her. That is, until you’re starting to mop the floor, signalling her that she needs to leave and go back to making sure you get home safely.
The next day, the same thing with HVAC happens again. It’s barely one in the afternoon, just hours after you served Sevika her regular Vanilla cold brew. Before she gets there, you’re in the backroom, inhaling the earthy scent of ground beans while the soft hiss of the espresso machine grinds in your ear.
You can hear the jittery murmur of the crowd outside, and before you can stack another coffee bag, the loud scheet, akin to metal-on-metal grinding, echoes through the ceiling vents. You pause for a second, beads of sweat curl in the back of your neck.
An electrical hum rings around, and you go back to packing more coffee. You don’t exactly realise something is wrong until you’re outside the backroom after a good ten minutes, firmly tapping the coffee ground onto a metal portafiler, and sweat builds in every crevice of your body.
Ekko is the one who turns to you, with a sweat on his forehead, “Is it just me, or is it hotter than usual?”
You shrug until Jinx comes out. “I think the AC is out…or something, but the air is fucking gone,” she whispers, wiping her pink cheek. “Someone fix it, before I quit.”
Heat curls along your belly. Sevika. With a flick of a switch, you lock the portafiler into the espresso machine, “Ekko, get this for me, I’ll call Sevika.”
Jinx smiles, “First name basis, huh?”
“Fuck off.” You whisper to her, heading towards the back again, and the wave of hot air makes you shudder. The mix of coffee beans has begun to make you sick, and it’s been only a year.
In the back, the phone rings, and a husky voice picks up. “Zaun’s Heating Service, what do you need?”
“Hi…it’s Moonbuck. I think our A/C is out, or something with the air is ou–”
“Y/N?”
You pause, finally recognising the husky voice, “Sev?”
“I’ll be right there, doll.”
Doll. Doll.
You smile, cheek to cheek, until you can feel the guidiness in your scalp, toes, and fingertips. When Sevika arrives, you’ve taken off your headcap, and your hair is up. You can feel the sweat building in your temples, and the smell of toasted hazelnut, along with burnt sugar curls in your nose. There aren’t that many customers, though, not compared to the morning; oddly enough, the afternoon is quiet.
She arrives wearing dark jeans, brown steel boots, and a dark blue shirt with the name ‘Zaun’s Heating Service’ in white. A small orange towel hangs from one of her front pockets, and she carries a thick black and yellow bag in her hand. A thick feeling of deja vu crosses your spine.
It almost feels like the first time you met. Perhaps it’s the heat, or the way your fingers have touched every inch of your body, thinking about the much older sevika, that comes into work, keeping you company. Like your own shining knight.
You can’t help but stare at her. The way her muscles bulge out of the dark blue shirt, and how her thick dark eyebrows are knitted together, as she quickly passes to the back of the counter. “This feels a little familiar, don’t you think?”
She smiles, and god, she takes up so much space, that when she stops in front of you, the immediate feeling to take a step back curls in you. Despite the smell of the shop taking over your nose, the scent of Sevika makes your stomach bubble. Sweat, oil, and wood. It hits you all that once, just like when you first met her. “A little.”
She follows you into the back room, and the ladder is already under the vent. Sevika drops her bag on the floor, and you’re already flushing from the heart, but your ears heat up as she leans into your space. Her leg is propped on one of the steps, “Are you messing with the vent just to see me, Doll?”
You blink at her, too focused on the fact that she could pick you up. How easily she could fuck you against the backroom wall, hidden in the corner where Caitlyn and Vi always sneak to. You bashfully look away, “You’ve figured out my plan.”
“You can always call me, doll. You know my number.” Sevika drawls out, climbing up to the vent. Your ears heat up, and you only hum, trying to keep your face from showing too much joy.
She takes a look at the vent and then down towards you. Dark grey eyes stare back, taking a second before blinking and looking back up. She pops the ceiling tile out, while you’re staring at her broad shoulders, seeing tiny specs of dust drift down into the air.
When Sevika begins to work, she’ll look down, mention some kind of equipment, then give you a dumbed-down description of it. “Pass the five-sixteenth bit out of the side pocket.” And she’s about to give you a description of it until you’re shuffling through the bag, reaching for the hex-head screw.
You pass it to her, reaching up, and she gives you a wide smile. Wide enough to show all teeth, “Atta girl. Learning fast, ain’t ya?”
Jolts of heat rush through your body, feeling her warm, rough hand against yours. You bite back a whimper, the praise rushing through your body like wildfire, and it sounds exactly like you’ve imagined her saying it to you.
You keep reaching down, touching her rough fingers, until a heavy clank screeches, and the hum of the HVAC kicks in, blasting cool, stale air. Sevika climbs down, wiping sweat from her brow, while dark stains cover her collar and armpit area. You stand there like an idiot, until she takes a step towards you, hands steady on the latter.
Your mouth is slightly parted, doe-eyes still staring up. “Need help?” You whisper.
“You don’t think I can carry it?” She laughs, grabs the ladder, and walks towards the back. You can’t tell what compelled you to act irrationally. Maybe it’s the heat getting to your head, but you follow her, taking small steps, until she’s turning, and you’re pushing her to the little corner away from the camera.
You tiptoe until you’re pressing your lips to hers, and her back is hitting the storage shelves, rattling the myriad of coffee bean bags. A small sigh escapes your lips, and you’re clutching onto her strong shoulders. You freeze, pulling back when Sevika doesn’t move. Her eyes are wide, but she doesn’t look mad or disgusted.
“I…I’m so s–”
And she’s quickly turning your back to the shelf, pushing her tongue inside your mouth, as you gasp. She licks, tongue darting to your teeth, until she’s tasting the residue of caramel on your premolars, sliding to your tongue.
Her knee pushes between your legs, and your hips thrust down, whining into her mouth. You push back, trying to take a deep breath while she nuzzles her neck into yours, leaving sweat on the side, inhaling your scent. “Sev…” You breathe out. “More, please.”
She pulls back eyebrows knitted, “I can’t doll, I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have.”
“Why?”
Her eyes dart down to your wet lips, “You’re so young.”
A sixteen-year difference that makes your body heat up. “Who cares about that? Just a couple of years,” You retort, trying to push her closer to you, “Please, I wa–need, I need it.” And you’ve never been above begging, even crying as you blink back tears.
Sevika’s calloused hands cup your face, thump, wiping the little tear on your cheek. “Tell you what. I’ll take you on a date, and we’ll see.”
You bite the inside of your cheek, “Really?”
And she nods, leaning down to brush her lips against hers. Every ounce of warmth from her mouth shoots down to your cunt, until you’re sure your panties are soaked. A small voice calls out from the front, and Sevika steps back. She gives you a calculated smile before turning and grabbing her bag.
You watch Sevika leave. Eyes trained on her while Jinx makes you, fill a cup with liquid syrup, lining the inside with caramel sauce. You can’t stop thinking about the kiss when she’s gone, and the company car is no longer there. You don’t see her again, but you wait for her.
The night finally falls, and while you’re supposed to be closing with Ekko, he comes from the back, slinging his baf over his head. “So you’re just going to leave me here alone to close?” you ask, staring at Ekko.
“Sorry, but I'm supposed to be picking up Jinx from night school. I promised her, I’m… I’m really sorry, man.” He says, and there’s a guilty expression on his face that almost makes you crack up.
You roll your eyes at him, “I know. She told me this afternoon. I’m fucking with you.”
“You’re a G. Text us when you head home,” And you watch him leave into the night, while you mop the floor and clean the tables.
It’s while you’re cleaning everything that a sudden feeling of being watched hits your head. The hair on your neck stands up, and you stare outside, seeing nothing but darkness and the outline of the buildings. Paranoia seeps through you, and you practically jump when Sevika opens the door, walking inside.
Your throat clamps up, and you’re biting the inside of your cheek, fingers tightening around the mop. “Hi…you’re finished with work?” You quickly look at the machines, “Machines are off, ‘m sorry.”
She nods at your word, enjoying how nervous you get around her. “Ahh. No coffee tonight then.” She replies coolly, sitting down, spreading her legs, “How about water?”
You’re quick to drop the mop and grab a bottled water from the small fridge. The only thing you haven’t plugged off. You’re still thinking about the date and most of her words.
“Can…you walk me home today?” You bite the inside of your cheek, shuffling from foot to foot. You don’t want her to think that you can’t protect yourself, but tonight is different. “It’s just really dark…but I under–”
“Yeah,” she breathes out, pinching herself for sounding too excited. You don’t notice and beam at her, mouth hurting from how much you’re grinning at her.
“Thank you…I just have to finish cleaning, and that’s all.”
You only take a few minutes, and soon, you’re walking out of the quiet shop, while Sevika is on your side. She isn’t wearing her uniform. Her hair is pulled into a ponytail, some strands falling to her face, just above her thick eyebrows. She’s in dark blue jeans, steel-toe brown boots, a white tank top stuck to her skin, and a thick jacket that makes her shoulders look even bigger.
The silence isn’t awkward, but it makes your body heat up, a certain desperation curling behind your spine with a need to hear her voice. “I don’t mind our age difference…”
Your throat bobs, and she smiles, though barely illuminated by the light around you both. “I’m nearly at the age of back pains and muscle aches.”
Her words chime in your head, and you imagine Sevika coming from work, taking off her shirt, flexing her muscles while you roll your fingers into the tension of her muscles. Slowly working them out, while she groans, each deep sound shooting straight to your cunt.
You laugh, loose and easy, focused on how close you’re walking next to her, “I say you have a couple more years to go before that happens…but if it does happen, I’m sure someone close can soothe them out.”
Sevika hums in acknowledgement, lidded eyes looking down at you, “Certainly.”
You overthink every conversation you’ve had with her, replying to her words, until you’re in front of your building. You stop, and she halts next to you. “This is me…would you like to come inside? I have to thank you for walking me home.”
“Think nothing of it, as long as you're safe.” She says with a shrug, and you catch the movement of her shoes, quickly latching your hand on her shoulder. She pauses, nearly freezing, feeling the coldness of your hand on her skin.
“Please,” You coax softly, knitting your eyebrows, “I insist.”
And Sevika holds her tongue, simply nodding. “Okay.”
You don’t have much in your apartment. It’s dodgy and small, but your own. Your keys twist, and you push the door, prying it open. Your automatic spray covers the initial scent of mildew, and your rushing inside to hide your t-shirt on the couch, and leftover bowls on the coffee table.
“Very small,” Sevika grumbles.
“Yeah, but it’s this or the streets.” You respond with a small laugh, putting down your bag on the couch. “I cooked this apple pie…really good, if you’d like some. I’ll preheat it, and take a quick shower.”
She nods, and you work around the kitchen putting the glass pan sheet inside the oven. You grab a water bottle, pop it open and hand it to her, staring at her hand until it lands on the bottle, on top of yours. Your shower is quick, lathering every inch with a flowery scented soap, until you feel clean enough.
You’ve never really tried to be sexy for someone, besides a couple of people you tried to talk to. A shitty ex and bad sex revolted you from the dating scene until Sevika. You put on a pair of black boxers that fit tight and short enough it’s snug against your ass. A sheer black lacy bra, and a complementary sheer black long rope with beige lace detailing on the sleeves and hem.
You push your nerves out, walking out to the living room, and catching Sevika in the kitchen, cutting a piece of the pie. “It’s really go–” she stops, eyes taking in your clothing, “Good. It’s really good.”
“Really? I’ve been trying new recipes as of lately, you have to try my garlic butter shrimp scampi. It’s very good,” And you tell her all that, until you’re in the kitchen, mere inches away from her, fingers itching to touch her jacket.
Sevika hums, and you reach for the fridge, grabbing the can of whipped cream, and inching toward her, shaking the can, as she looks at you, eyes darting from your eyes to your tits. “Whip cream?”
She visibly gulps, and you’re nearly on your knees, if not for her taking the can from your hand. “My doll is very hospitable.”
My doll. My doll. My doll.’
Mydoll.
Your pussy clenches around nothing. “You’re mean.” You whisper to her as the hiss of the can curls in your ear. She smiles, cheeks bubbling, and she shakes her head at your words.
“Am I? I should be telling you that,” And she stops, leaning her side on the counter, eyes staring you down. Her hand come to your robe, thumbing the lace, tracing it until it crosses to your skin, and you’re taking a deep breath, as her skin touches yours. “Dressed all pretty…”
You want her to take advantage of you–not that, that would be the correct word, given how willing you are. But you need her to touch you even through her guilt. Your hand wraps around her wrist, pulling them to your breast, until she’s got a hand grabbing it. And she squeezes, just soft enough, that a shudder crosses your spine.
Your ragged breath matches hers, and your eyes flutter open and closed, catching a look at a tent on her jeans. “I want this...you wouldn’t be taking advantage of me.”
“As if you cared if I did.” She snarls, hand disappearing to the back of your neck, as she leans down. You take a breath, feeling her tongue push into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, as she pushes you into the counter.
She licks along your teeth, moving to suck on your bottom lip, nipping at it, until you’re giving her a soft whine. Your hardened peaks rub against the soft material of your bra, and your hand curls along her jeans, touching her belt.
Your hips push into hers, the material of her belt cold against your warm skin. Each glide of her tongue against yours, as you whine, soft sighs falling until she groans, and you nearly feel her chest vibrate.
Sevika’s hand glides to your chin, cupping it as she pulls away, a line of spit connecting your lips. “Want to make that pretty mouth useful for me, doll?” She purrs, and you nod, letting her steer your body to the living room.
Coldness launches across your skin when you sink to your knees, and she sits on the couch, thighs spreading while her cock pushes into her jeans. Sevika leans back, hands on her sides, a faint red blush on her cheeks. She doesn’t move, but your shaky hands dart to her belt, while the crackle of metal sounds so loud in your ear.
You’re softly shaking, but you unhook her belt, working her buttons until they’re undone. There’s a wet patch on her briefs, and you’re so fucking needy, pushing your head to her tent, inhaling the strong scent of musk, earth and skin.
Your tongue touches her through the briefs, scraping the cotton material and salivating on it, while Sevika sighs into the air. You pull back, pushing her boxers down, letting her cock spring out, and her stomach twitches as you run a hand across her jean-clad thigh.
The tip of her cock gleams with wetness, pouring from the angry red slit, and a thick patch of curly hair surrounds her cock. You lick the head, delivering small kitten licks across while you have a hand on her shaft, and the other settles on her thigh.
Her salty taste curls across your taste buds, and you pull back, tongue switching to lap at her balls, sucking on one until a deep groan pours from her mouth, while specks of hair scrape against your skin. “That’s it, doll. Should’ve fucked your mouth…this afternoon.”
You lick up to the shaft, wrapping a hand around the head as you swirl your tongue on the cockhead. Spit darts from your mouth, and your eyes shoot up to her as your hand coats it all over her shaft. Sevika’s bottom lip is etched between her teeth, and her chest heaves up and down, while you slowly slip her inside your mouth, hand still working, pumping up and down.
A loud moan curls from her throat, and her hips buck into your mouth, pressing so fucking deep, until she’s occupying every inch of your mouth. You can’t take much of her, she’s too fucking big, but you work her through, cupping her ball, and hollering your cheeks.
Her hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you off her cock, spit drilling down your chin. And she’s breathing heavily, eyes lidded and blown. “Open.”
Your tongue darts out, mouth open, and she’s smirking, ends of her lips curling as she slaps her cock on your tongue. Every rational thought has swooped out of your brain, lusting, curling along the ridges of your brain. “Maybe I should take you to work, have you be my little desk pet…keep your mouth full, and head empty, would you like that, baby?”
Your head bobs up and throws, eyes gone, tongue still out as spit accumulates and slides from the end of the muscle. You fear you won’t be able to live without the taste of Sevika’s cock on your tongue, and she knows this, because she’s grinning like she’s just won the fucking lottery.
And she leans closer to you, hand still gripping a fist full of your hair, until she’s pulling just enough that it makes you moan, needy and high-pitched. Her cock twitches, “Please,” You gasp wetly, “fuc–fuck my...mouth.”
“You’ll need to earn it.” Her boots push in between your thigh, the end of it touching your cunt, just slightly. “Go on.”
Humiliation rattles through your bones, and you straddle the boot, pressing your chin on her kneecap, digging into the meat of her knee. Your hands wrap around her leg, pressing yourself down, focused on the tendrils of pleasure as you press all the way down. “Feels…good. So so go–good.”
You try to ride her boot, gasping at the light pressure against your folds, nails digging into the texture of her jeans. It’s infuriating how the pleasure curls against your spine, then fizzes away, every time Sevika moves her boot, purposely trying to see you writhe against her leg.
“Sev…” You whimper, eyes fluttering open, and you’re completely focused on the pleasure, drooling on Sevika’s jeans, to pay attention to your system. You work in motions, eyes in and out of focus, sometimes watching Sevika’s smile.
“Doesn’t it feel good, Doll?” She rasps, and you can see her cock twitch against the white tank top, while your tongue salivates, and small tremors rip against your skin. “Just a little more…I won’t touch your pretty cunt until you’ve left a print on my boot.”
And she finally presses her boot against your cunt, with the right amount of pressure pressed against your clit that has you moaning, eyebrows knitted, and cunt clenching. Your legs burn, hips bucking into her boot, while you’re slipping into a soft headspace, trying to keep your mind afloat.
Sevika makes it so difficult, petting your hair while precum coats her cock, and she’s whispering sweet praises at you. “My pretty doll, stick your tongue out, doll.”
A condescending laugh rings across your fuzzy brain, and she’s watching spit pool down, until two fingers glide inside your mouth. You clamp down, lips wrapping around her thick fingers, and she’s pushing inside, feeling the rough pad of your tongue on her fingers.
Your hips stutter, stomach twitching as warmth slowly pours along your flesh, and you’re louder and louder, hips grinding your clit down with intensity while trying to choke on her fingers. Spit dribbles down the corner of your mouth, licking her and tasting the saltiness of her flesh.
“That’s it,” Sevika whispers, “Keep fucking yourself on my boot. Isn’t this what you wanted? To fuck yourself on an old pervert like me.”
Lighting strikes across your spine, and you clamp down, hips jerking as you cum on her boot, a high-pitched mewl making your chest vibrate. Your body melts against her leg, the aftershock of your orgasm making your clit twitch. Your mind is fuzzy, slipping and sliding across the pleasure, drinking in Sevika. “So good for me…you deserve a reward for that.”
“Need,” You rasp, throat dry, and she moves her hand to the bottle on the coffee table. The liquid slides down your throat, freshening your hot flesh. “Ple–please…need yo–you in my mouth.”
Her hands wrap around your wrist, stopping you from reaching her cock. You’re all fucked out on her legs, breathing heavily, begging for her cock, and Sevika is close to cumming. Because this feels exactly like one of her many wet dreams, yet you pout at her, pupils dilated, “Please.”
And she’s so fucking weak for you, letting go of your wrist and leaning back down to the couch, as your lips attach to the head of her cock. Each action is done clumsily, too needy, yet Sevika holds in her sanity, fingers gripping the couch, as you suck on the head of her cock, lidded eyes staring at her.
It’s as if the last measure of embarrassment left your system, leaving nothing but need and want. Your hand reach for Sevika’s, pushing it to your head, and her hips buck, drowning you in her cock, until halfway in, and the head reaches just an inch away from the back of your throat.
You keen at each of her groans and deep moans, filling your ear and the air. It’s blinding, how much you need her, when you finally pull off with a deep breath, spit circles her cockhead, attaching it to your mouth. “Just a little more…” Sevika murmurs, pushing you back on her cock, all the way down, until the oxygen in your brain slowly depletes, and you feel her everywhere, eyes rolling back.
Your hips flex, pushing down, searching for some relief for the ache building in your pussy. Your body goes lax, hands lying on your side, while Sevika moans, keeping your head down on her cock as she twitches around your throat.
When she pulls you off, your eyes are unfocused, pawing at her knees, whimpering, and she gets off on it, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel better.” She croons.
Sevika pulls the robe off your body, scooping you off the floor and into her arms. You press kisses across her cheek, down her neck, licking and nipping at her skin, trying to make it red. She drops you on the bed, letting you softly bounce, before she shrugs off her clothing, letting the clink of her belt hit the floor.
Your eyes rake over Sevika’s body, mouth watering at her brown, hard peaks, and how her cock twitches, curving to the left. “You’re a pervert…trying to undress me,” You whine out, meekly trying to cover your body, as Sevika crawls to you, “You’re taking advantage of me.”
“Am I?” She purrs, and there’s a short flash of guilt as you look at her with your pretty-does eyes, breath shallow, and spit slowly drying in the corner of your mouth. She’s going to defile you, like she’s done to the lacy underwear she’s taken from your drawers. Not that you need to know. “Tell me to stop.”
Sevika’s hands reach for your shorts, slowly pulling them down, waiting for you to push her off, or for the words to hit her eardrum, yet you watch, helping her pull them down, heat rising to your chest as a slick connects your pussy to the shorts. The warmth of Sevika’s skin makes you shudder, and you’re reaching for her tits as she rams her mouth on yours, and it’s all teeth and tongue–unlike the kisses you’ve had before.
Filthy, wet and noisy, pulling little whines out of you while she groans into your mouth. “Months of dre–dreaming of you…fucking me,” You whimper, against Sevika’s mouth, a little hazy, from the pleasure.
“Really?” Sevika asks, as if she’s bewildered by the idea of you dreaming of her. You nod eagerly as she lowers her lips to your jaw, kissing and breathing you in.
Her tongue licks the sweat on your flesh, nipping the skin, until you’re whining, and each breath sounds punched out. “Don’t worry…I’ll give you the real thing.”
She keeps going lower, kissing along your chest until her mouth is on one of your hardened peaks, and you gasp, feeling her suckle on it. Her tongue twirls, her other hand coming to pinch and play with your other nipple, making your clit twitch. “Sev…”
You squirm in the sheets, feet softly kicking, and Sevika takes her time, rotating between your tits, until they’re puffy and sensitive, a single touch making you moan and whimpers. Her teeth graze at the peak, softly biting them, and it makes your stomach swoop with heat. Your cunt pulses, the aching feeling becoming unbearable, yet your brain melts.
You can barely utter words, too entranced in the pleasure, until Sevika’s away, and she’s back to trailing kisses along the bottom of your tits. She reaches your naval, nose pressing into a thick patch of hair, and she moves down and down, until she’s breathing against your pussy. A little whine pours from your mouth when her fingers dip down, pulling your wet folds apart, watching slick coat your pussy.
“You’re dripping, aching for someone to touch you?” Sevika coos, “All needy for me,” and you shut your eyes, nodding dumbly, until Sevika’s tongue licks your clit. You try your hardest not to clamp your thighs, but she’s pressing her face in and in, sucking the swollen, pulsing bud.
A loud whimper bounces on the wall, making Sevika groan, and the vibrations curl against your spine, making your hip buck into her mouth.
“Fuc–fuck, sev…sev, feels–” Your mouth tumbles over the words, as Sevika licks deeper into you, flattening her tongue, and licking from your sopping hole to your needy clit. She hums to every one of your reactions, fucking you with her tongue, then fluidly moving to suck on the bud.
A filthy squelch rings in your eardrum, and Sevika’s hand on your hip disappears into your legs. Your eyes rush to see her, yet she’s focused on your pleasure, eyes closed as a finger slides so fucking easily inside you, you barely feel it until it curls, pressing that spot.
You moan, loud and whiny, blinking back tears, while she quietly slips another finger in, curling them both and fucking into the spongy spot. “Nnng, har–harder, please. Please…” you hiccup, hand flying to grip Sevika’s short hair, trying to press down. “‘m clo–close.”
Your vision blurs, fat tears rolling down freely, and Sevika savors your pussy, assaulting your clit, until warm spreads across your stomach, and your muscles are tightening. Your pussy clenches against her fingers, and she continues pressing them in, sliding and out of your walls, then curling them.
Heat pools in your lower back, muscles burning, until everything jolts and your eyes are crossing, waves of pleasure rolling through your system. Your spine lifts from the bed, foot pressing down, indenting the mattress, until it feels too much. Your cunt spasms, and your body softly twitches, until Sevika pulls away, chin wet.
“Did so good for me,” She whispers, kissing your cheek, leaving a trail of wetness on your cheek. You lean up to kiss her, whining into her mouth as she pries you open with her tongue. You can faintly taste yourself on her tongue, and it’s filthy. “So pretty, like this…all fucked out and crying.”
Sevika pulls away from your mouth, a hand gripping your waist, and the other slapping her cock against the skin of your stomach. “Big…”
Sevika smirks, moving her hips until she’s grinding her cock against your wet pussy, mixing in your slick with her precum. She’s dripping, balls full, trying to keep her composure, while he presses the head against your clit, grinding on it. Your feet kick, hips twitching from slight overstimulation. “You’ll be my good doll, and fit it in, won’t you?” She groans, fingers tightening her grip on your waist.
You hum, clutching the bed sheet, nodding dumbly, trying to slip her inside you. “Please,” and Sevika finally presses the head inside you. A whimper falls from your lips, and Sevika bucks her hips, forcing herself into you.
“Breathe, doll,” She murmurs, big hands slipping to the back of your thighs, folding them, and pressing them just close enough to feel the heat of your own skin against your stomach.
She leaves you in that position, and you don’t move, not even when she has only one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other reaching down you pussy, rubbing your clit in slow circles, slowly inching inside you. The feeling of fullness makes you delirious.
“Sev…mo–more,” Your words slur, brain working too slow to form a proper thought. And when she finally presses all the way inside, you whimper. Your cunt feels so fucking stretched out, and you’re sure you’re dripping.
“I know, doll,” she coaxes, “I know…don’t worry, ‘m going to break you in until you can’t fuck anyone but me.” Her hips buck, finally moving in a slow, languid pace, then picking up speed until her hips are hitting the flesh of your ass.
Your pussy sletches, wet sounds making you even more fucking aroused, because it’s almost as if your cunt is speaking to her. “Fas–faster.”
And Sevika snarls, fast thrusts, rocking you forward into the bed, making your tits bounce with every movement, while you’re taking big breaths, each moan and whimper punched out. “Your pussy is swallowing me in,” she groans, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Goosebumps spread across your skin, and you’re clenching around Sevika, eyes unfocused but taking in her beauty. Sweaty body, and the strands of hair sticking to her forehead as her lidded eyes watch her cock disappear inside you.
Little ah, ah, ahs spill out of your mouth, nails digging into the mattress, until heat curls in your spine, you feel too stupid to worry about the spit dribbling at the corner of your mouth. You’re addicted–will be addicted, because Sevika is fucking you like she’s imagined this a million times, and mapped exactly where to buck into.
The head of cock shifts, plunging into that spot again, leaving you breathless, and so so fucking floaty. Small hiccups leave your lips, and tears stream down your cheek, smudging in the small dashes of eyeliner, leaving a faint black smudge of tears. Sevika looks up, and she moans seeing how wrecked you look for her.
“Squeezing me…so tight,” Sevika moans, “What is it, baby? Want me to fill you up?” And she gasps, feeling you tighten again around her cock. Jackpot. Your back arches, cunt pulsing, head swimming in the thought of Sevika filling up your belly, leaving some of her inside you.
“Nngg ye–yes,” You gasp, “Inside…inside.”
Your body trembles, thigh muscles shaking until you can see your skin twitch, and Sevika’s so fuckiing loud, damn near in your groaning and moaning at the pace of your own whiny, high-pitched mewls. “Come…come stay with me. Move in with me,” Sevika breathes out, “Be my wife…my…my pretty bride. C’mon, say you’ll come with, and I’ll let you cum.”
Oh, god.
Your eyes roll, nodding and nodding, trying to make small coherent yes’s and only babbling, but Sevika sees. And she grins, mouth wide, pushing in deeper and faster, until your nerves are on fire, and hypersensitive, body tightening.
Your toes spread out into the air, and your pussy gushes on Sevika’s cock, coating it in clear liquid. A choked sob rings in the air, and you feel drunk and high at the same time, as flashes of your ceiling and Sevika’s face cross your eyes. Every muscle in your body seizes, and a deep, guttural groan rings, until you feel so so fucking full.
Sevika empties herself inside you, teeth reaching down to your calf, etching into your skin until pain shoots through your spine. When she pulls away, there’s a mark, and she's still fucking into you, riding her own high and fucking yours out, until you’re twitching.
Your mind is pliant and fuzzy, body lax on the body, while every move is in slow motion, in and out of view. A long moment of silence passes, and your body is still shuddering, thigh twitching, brain slowly coming to work. Soreness picks at your skin, and you suddenly feel empty, too empty. “Need to clean you, doll.” A voice murmurs next to your ear.
After a beat, you’re cold, and your eyes finally flutter open, while Sevika is wiping you down. She’s radiating, pupils blown, with a hazy smile on her lips. Her eyes snap to yours, and she leans down to press a kiss on your stomach, then on your forehead, “My sweet doll, so perfect. So good for me. ‘m gonna take care of you.”
“You…bit me?” You gasp out, and she darts to the waterbottle on the nightstand, lifting your head, until you’re drinking in small sips. Your insides cool, and Sevika’s still staring at you, a little unfocused and wild.
She hums, “Yeah. You belong to me now. You’ll live with me…sleep with me, shower with me.” And her words are so soft, yet firm to the point they rattle your bones, making you sink into the bed. “You said yes.”
You aren’t sure of what to do. Somehow your brain can’t come up with any scenarios in which you’re apart from Sevika, and it feels so, so suffocating, and exhilarating, you’re crying again. Sevika croons at you, hand wrapping around your chin, licking your tear, “Shh…don’t cry, doll. I can’t have my wife crying…now, tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” You whimper, voice faltering, a shiver running down your spine. “Belong to you, and only you. ‘m your wife.”
You do move out of your shitty apartment, somewhere near Moonbuck. It’s sort of a hazy memory, the way Sevika inserts herself into your life, like she’s meant to be there by divine or human intervention. Like she’s etched her place beside you, and glued you to her skin.
You find your ‘lost’ panties a month into moving with her, and she doesn’t deny anything, and you don’t fight about it. But again, it’s not like you’re able to when she shoves them in your mouth and bends you over the counter, recounting every detail about how she protected you, her pretty barista, throughout those months.
a/n: 8.3k words again lol, I love when my work gets a little longer cause it makes me feel a little proud!! But I hope the smut makes up for the background info lol !! ty for reading :P
hello!! i’ve been reading through your fics and i absolutely adore how you write sevika and the sweet moments shared!! i had a request idea about sevika maybe getting reading glasses, and being the stubborn woman that she is, putting it off forever, maybe feeling insecure. but OBVIOUSLY reader loves it and thinks she looks soo cute (and hot)!! tysm!!!
Thank you so much!! 🩷🫶🏻
Ugh Sevika in glasses kills me! I think I’ve seen this picture more than I’ve seen my own family at this point 🤭
Wife!Sevika x Reader - Domestic Threat
Summary: Sevika gets reading glasses and you immediately become obsessed with how good she looks in them.
Sevika had spent months pretending she could still read perfectly fine.
Which mostly meant holding papers at arm’s length with a deep scowl, squinting at receipts like they’d personally offended her, and muttering things like, “The print’s just too damn small these days.”
You knew better.
“You’re literally reading the menu with one eye closed.”
“I’m concentrating.”
“Babe. You almost ordered raw fish for dessert.”
“It was badly organised.”
She refused to book an eye test for so long that you eventually started leaving pairs of cheap reading glasses around the apartment just to annoy her. She’d glare every time she spotted them.
One morning, after catching her trying to read a report by holding it directly beneath the brightest lamp in the house, you finally folded your arms.
“Sevika.”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”
“Yes I do.”
And somehow, despite all the grumbling and dramatic sighing, she ended up at the appointment anyway.
The real problem started after she actually got the glasses.
Because Sevika, terrifying underground chem-baron with a mechanical arm and enough intimidation to make grown men cry, suddenly became weirdly shy about a pair of thin rectangular frames.
She’d wear them only when absolutely necessary. Usually late at night when she thought you were asleep, perched low on her nose while she read paperwork in bed.
The first time you properly saw them, your heart nearly exploded.
You crawled closer across the bed, sitting on her lap before she could escape, gently grabbing her jaw to tilt her face toward you. The glasses made her look unfairly attractive somehow. Sharper. Softer. More domestic. Like seeing a side of Sevika nobody else got to touch.
You were obsessed instantly.
“You’re staring,” she muttered.
“I’m appreciating.”
“You’ve been appreciating for five straight minutes.”
“And I’ll do five more.”
A faint flush crept across her face, which only made things worse for her because now you were completely unbearable about it.
You kept stealing her glasses off the bedside table just to put them on her yourself. You’d kiss the bridge of her nose where they rested. Call her pretty every single time she wore them.
Sometimes you’d walk into her office and find her reading with them perched low while she frowned at paperwork, and it genuinely knocked the breath from your lungs.
“You cannot look like that while doing taxes,” you complained once.
“The hell does that mean?”
“It means I’m trying to behave and you’re making it difficult.”
Sevika snorted, but you still caught the tiny smile tugging at her mouth as she looked back down at the page.
Eventually, she stopped hiding them.
Mostly because every single time she wore them, you looked at her like she’d hung the stars by hand.
shimmer canonically being a hybrid drug,, one of which includes performance enhancing steroids,,, steroids can sometimes cause permanent clitoris growth,,,big clit sevika. i mean its practically canon then.
cw: clit fucking, oral (s receiving), porn with plot, established relationship, weed mention
minors dni!! 18+
send me some recs if you have something in mind you want me to write :)) enjoy <33
Sevika is seated at her signature booth in the Last Drop after an intense fight. She's left with a busted prosthetic and an array of fresh bruises littering her face and body. She downs the rest of her whiskey, attempting to numb the pain, as the shimmer already starts to flush out of her system.
An array of bolts and screws is spread out before her. Sevika takes a long drag of her cigarillo, exhaling through her nose. She picks up the screwdriver again to tighten a paneling on her prosthetic arm, the faint whir and hum of machinery coming to life. The loud slam of a door upstairs and rising voices distract her as she burns herself on the hot coil.
"Fuck", she curses, body jerking slightly at the sudden pain. The jolt caused her clitoris to brush up against the seam of her pants, causing a pinching pain. She hisses, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the sudden sensitivity. She adjusts herself quickly and shrugs it off, finishing fixing up her arm.
Sevika opens the rusted door to her small apartment, flipping the switch on the wall. The dull light flickered a few moments before going back to pitch dark. She sighs heavily through her nose, stumbling through the dark to her bedroom. Turning on the lamp before peeling off all her clothes and detaching her prosthetic. She enters the bathroom, pulling back the shower curtain and turning it on.
Sevika runs her hair and body under the lukewarm water, grabbing a bar of soap to scrub her skin. She reaches down between her legs to clean her vagina, fingers accidentally running roughly over her clit.
“Hah,” she breathes out. It was never this sensitive before, she thought to herself. She looked down between her legs to find her clit heavy and swollen, a few millimeters bigger than she ever remembered.
“What the fuck?” she murmurs to herself, confused. She runs her fingers over it again, a zap of pleasure running down her spine.
Six years had passed. Zuan had suffered many changes, and so had Sevika. Sevikas clit slowly grew throughout the years as a result of the shimmer, nearly measuring 3.5 inches. It sat dark and twitching between her heavy folds.
Sevika is a service top by nature, not needing to receive in order to feel pleasure. It wasn't that she was embarrassed by her huge clit, she just didn't like being vulnerable in general. Besides, none of the women with whom she had sexual relations offered to please her and meant it.
Until she met you. Sevika is smitten with you, showing her care for you through direct actions rather than words. She loves to dominate you, pounding her thick strap into you on any and all surfaces. Or spending hours between your thighs, devouring your sweet pussy.
However, after months of being together, you had begged a few times to return the favor. Getting on your knees, rubbing your face lewdly on the crotch of her jeans, pleading to taste her.
You knew Sevika had intimacy issues. It was no surprise to you that the hardened warrior of Zaun had a deeply difficult time opening up. You have yet to even see her fully naked. You, of course, respected her boundaries, not wanting to ever make her upset.
However, your poor baby was soooo stressed. Silco was working her like a dog; she took care of everything and everyone. You wanted to make her feel taken care of for once.
You left work early, entrusting your colleague to handle business for the rest of the day. You thanked her for her flexibility before gathering your things and heading out the door. The bell dinged behind you before the wooden door shut with a heavy thud. You skipped down the few stone stairs. Heading down the street to the local stalls to pick up fresh groceries for dinner. You got in and out as quickly as possible, paying the older woman for your things.
The walk was brisk and short to you and Sevika's shared apartment, wrapping your cardigan tighter around your plush body. You walked up the metal stairs of the complex before heading to the door. You fished your keys out of your purse, struggling a moment with the bags, unlocking several locks before turning the doorknob. The rusted door groaned open before shutting again behind you.
The space was small, cozy in a way that felt like home. Soft lighting, thick rugs, the smell of scented candles.
You set the groceries on the counter before kicking off your shoes. Washing your hands quickly and unpacking the groceries. You were going to make one of Sevika's favorite dishes. Something warm, full of flavor, and served on fluffy jasmine rice. You worked quickly, the repetition of chopping and stirring calming you.
After finishing dinner, you needed to wash the day off your body. You took a warm shower and put on soft and silky pajamas. As you were pouring yourself a glass of wine, you heard Sevika unlock and open the door.
She entered the apartment and let out a heavy breath she didn't know she was holding. The heavenly smell of your cooking invaded her senses, making her tummy growl. She entered the kitchen to the sight of you sipping wine and plating her favorite meal, humming along softly to the radio.
"Hi baby", you smile warmly, "I made your favorite".
She walked over to you, standing behind you and wrapping her big arms around your waist. She rested her chin on your shoulder, "Thank you, baby," she said gruffly from exhaustion. You brought both plates to the table, sat down, and enjoyed the meal.
After eating, you shrug her vest off her broad shoulders and usher her to the couch, clearly on a mission. Sevika chuckles loudly at your ministrations. She kicked her feet up onto the table as you went to grab her a whiskey and a freshly rolled joint. You returned to her, handing her the whiskey and climbing up onto her lap.
“What do you have there, baby?” she said, clearly amused.
“just something to help us relax” you said sheepishly.
She sipped her whiskey, humming, taking the joint from your fingers. She fished out a lighter from her pocket and put the joint in between her plush lips. She sparked the lighter and lit it, inhaling the smoke deeply before blowing a huge cloud in your face.
She chuckled loudly as you waved your hand and coughed dramatically. Sevika inhaled again, grabbing your face and blowing the smoke into your open, waiting mouth. You inhaled sharply, placing your hands on her chest to ground you as you pulled away from her. She wore her usual cocky grin as she passed the lit joint to you.
The two of you shared it down to the filter, chatting and laughing about your days. You watched her closely, the tiny crow's feet at the corner of her eyes, her rounded nose, the winking gap in her teeth. Your heart clenched in fondness, almost painfully. You swept the hair from out of her face tenderly.
Sevika was much more talkative after smoking. The thick wall she built up slowly lowering in the haze of smoke. You loved listening to her rough voice, watching her lips move as she told you a story about her day. You couldn’t help a deep heat coiling in your belly.
Your body moved faster than your mind could catch up, clumsily slamming your lips onto hers. You cut her off abruptly, a sound of surprise leaving her throat.
“Needy,” she tsked.
Sevika's body responded quickly, wrapping her arms tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to her. The action made you roll your hips forward, the seam of Sevikas pants catching on your clit through your thin sleep shorts. You moaned softly, rolling your hips harder in chase of more friction.
Her nails dug into your waist tightly, the other hand gripping your ass. Every time you rocked your hips in search of your own pleasure, Sevika’s swollen clit also received friction. You rocked your hips roughly again, hands raking through her short hair. Sevika let out a loud moan that surprised both of you. You pulled back to look at Sevika, breathless.
She looked at you with wide eyes, lips swollen and bitten. You smirked cockily at her, “Does that feel good, baby?” you question, rolling your hips again tentatively.
She looks at you, face flushed, more out of sorts than you’ve ever seen her, as she lets out a small groan again. You rock your hips harder, whining, “Please, baby, please let me make you feel good.”
Her dark eyes search your face quietly, trusting you fully, she nods to you. You squeal in excitement as you climb off her lap to kneel in front of her spread thighs.
Sevika snorts at your eagerness, helping you undo her belt and push her trousers down her thick thighs. She’s left with just her boxers on; you can see the slight bulge beneath, you run a finger along it gently in curiosity.
"Don’t tease, doll", she groans. You smile up at her innocently before helping her to take off her boxers. Your eyes widen as you see her huge clit. Your mouth waters as you whimper, looking up at her for permission.
“I know it’s big,” she says tentatively. You have never seen her look so unsure before.
You look up at her desperately, “Please, I’ll be good, I need to taste you.” She considers you again and nods in approval.
You take your tongue and gently run it up the girth of her; she sucks in a sharp breath. exhaling shakily. You watch it twitch before taking the whole thing in your mouth, sucking softly. She groans, head falling back into the couch. You whimper around her, sucking harder, tongue playing with the head of her clit.
“F-fuck baby,” she sighs. You continue to suck on her gently, hands resting on her muscled thighs.
She looks down at your eyes wide, whimpering with your mouth around her. You look even more fucked out than her.
She smiles fondly, caressing your face for a moment before grabbing your hair with her hand, forcing you to take her deeper in your mouth. You both moan.
“That’s it, baby,” she praises. You whine happily in response.
"Stick out your tongue for me", you do as you're told, ever eager to please. She holds your head steady as she thrusts her hips roughly to meet your mouth, fucking herself on your tongue. You groan, watching her face contort in pleasure. She continues to fuck your face, deep groans leaving her pouty, dark lips.
A few sloppy thrusts later, and Sevika is coming on your chin, creamy liquid spilling from her. You release her clit, only so you can lap at her fluttering hole. moaning at the taste of her. You pull back to lazily smile at her, giving her throbbing, engorged clit a kiss.
She hisses, pulling you up by your arm and dragging you the short distance to your shared bedroom. She pushes you onto your back on the disheveled bed. She presses her knees on either side of your hips, caging you in with her frame.
You look up at her and whine dramatically, "Why have you been hiding her from me?"
Sevika chuckles at you incredulously, raising her eyebrows at you in amusement. "Are you referring to my clit?"
"Yes!!" you huff, arms crossing over your chest, putting on your best pout.
'I'm sorry, baby,” she coos mockingly. "Let me make it up to you, hmm," she hums.
You nod quickly, leaning up to lick at her plump lips. Sevika groans swallowing your mouth with hers. tongue and teeth clashing together. She pushes your plush thighs up towards your soft tummy.
"Wanna try something, doll, do you trust me?"
You nodded immediately; you trusted her with your life. Sevika positions her hips above yours experimentally rocking forward, her hard clit rubbing against yours. You throw your head back and moan loudly, "ouhhhhh".
Sevika smirks down at you before pulling back and angling her hips lower. Thrusting her fat clit into your tight pussy. Your cunt swallows her instantly, squeezing her tightly. You both moan loudly.
You look in her eyes, mouth agape, "f-fuck baby!!" "You're so big!"
The intimate feeling of her being inside you like this makes your chest ache with tenderness. You might just burst. You take her fingers and shove them in your mouth to soothe you.
She growls, hips picking up speed. The sound of skin slapping and your shared slick echoes through the room. Sevika uses your pussy, grinding into you roughly.
“Fuck this pussy was made for me baby”, she grunts.
“Uh huh yours vika” you groan, muffled by her fingers.
Sevika throws her head back in ecstasy, body shuddering and twitching as she comes. She lets out an animalistic sound as she grabs your tits so hard it stings. Watching her come undone, while feeling her inside of you, topples you over into your own orgasm. Twitching and whimpering under her, scratching at her toned stomach.
Sevikas's hips roll a few times more before slowing to a stop, breathing heavily and wiping sweat from her brow. You look up at her through your lashes as you both share lazy fucked out smiles. You’ve never felt closer to her.
Sevika leans down, chuckling breathily, kissing up your stomach and breasts. Lazily taking your left nipple in her mouth before licking it and moving to the right. She licks the sweat between the valley of your tits up your neck to your chin, sloppily kissing it. You giggle and try to push at her shoulder.
Her face hovers over yours, breath fanning your face. She grins wolfishly, teeth shining in the lowlight, "Why haven’t we done this before”, she rasps.
˙⋆✮ Omega!Sevika who is always mistaken for an Alpha. In fact nobody knows she's an Omega because she's hidden it so well over the years. People expect Sevika to be an Alpha due to her height, muscular build and grumpy attitude. She got her height from her parents, she's muscular because she put in the work as to not be seen as weak... and as for her grumpiness, being on heat suppressants for years on end will do that to you.
˙⋆✮ Omega!Sevika who tries desperately to stay away from you. Everything about your scent is overwhelming and her inner instincts scream at her to mate with you, but she can't do that. She has to resist. Though she's convinced you can see right through her carefully built walls and know she's weak for you- that is the only explanation for why your scent grows stronger when she's near.
˙⋆✮ Omega!Sevika who has never, ever ran out of heat suppressants until this month. Everywhere was sold out which made sense as they are seen as 'unnatural' and are ridiculously expensive. So, to avoid being found out Sevika locks herself at home for a week, and of course you noticed- your favourite, sly little Omega was nowhere to be seen for days. Worry coursed through your veins but there was something else... the need to chase. To hunt. Sevika could handle herself so the liklihood of her being hurt was low, which meant she was hiding. From you.
˙⋆✮ Omega!Sevika who could smell you before you even knocked on her door. She ignored it, hoping you would believe she wasn't home as she grumbled to herself, rubbing her scent all over her bed which she had begrudgingly transformed into a makeshift nest. "I can smell you, Sevika. Open the door or I'll open it for you."
Her ears perked at the sound of your voice. Desperately she wanted to defy you, ignore your command but the inner Omega in her was screaming to be submissive. To listen. She doesn't get the choice because you've already picked the lock and walked in. "Just can't listen for your own good, can you pup?" You lean against the bedroom door, watching Sevika growl adorably in frustration... but she was happy you were here, her scent gave her away.
˙⋆✮ Omega!Sevika who has never let anybody in. Being alone is safer, predictable, calm. However she never once tries to stop you as you take off your hoodie and burrow it into her nest and then climb in to lay next to her. "You shouldn't be here..." she tries to sound stern but bless her soul, she sounds so needy- smells needy too.
"You need me pup, you don't have to hide from me, either take what you need or I'll be pinning you down." That catches her attention. The fire in her eyes sparks as she registers the challenge in your voice- you're giving her the option to still have 'control' here, to take what she needs... it would be stupid to not take it right?
˙⋆✮ That's how Omega!Sevika ends up rutting herself against your ass like the needy little puppy she is deep down. Her muscular thighs bracket either side of your hips as she drags her wetness over the curve of your fleshy globes, smearing and 'marking' you with her scent as she groans and moans pathetically- which she hates when you tease her about it. "Sound so needy puppy... you've needed this hm?" You encourage teasingly, looking over you shoulder.
Sevika's brows were furrowed with need and concentration as little whimpers and grunts fall from her lips as her hands tighten around you waist. "Sh-shut up... I'm not needy... just couldn't get my pills..." you can barely hear her weak attempts at defiance over the wet, slick sounds of her pussy rutting against the fatty flesh of your ass.
You could feel every single movements and your own inner Alpha was begging to flip her over and have your way with her, but you knew she needed this. Her bush tickled you skin until it grew so messy and wet it started to stick to your skin, and god her clit was so swollen and engorged you could feel brush of the sensitive nub surrounded by her meaty, fatty folds which were slick and glistening.
It doesn't take long for Sevika's hips to stutter as she humps you through her orgasm, her juices seeping down between your cheeks as she coats you in her release, a way of marking you. Once she's satisfied her large frame practically goes limp on top of you, her breasts squished against your back as she buries her nose into your neck, huffing and inhaling your scent which she'd been denying herself all this time...
Maybe Omega!Sevika wouldn't stay away from you anymore... maybe she'd embrace her instincts. Only for you.
Hii pls can I request a shy/nervous loser sevika x reader she has a crush on
I hope I understood this correctly and that you did mean Sevika as the shy one! If not, I can do it the other way around, just let me know! (Or I can just do Loser!Reader anyway if anyone wants) 🩷
Loser!Sevika Headcanons & Fic - Pretty Girl
Summary: Sevika can handle fights, threats, and pressure just fine. A pretty girl being nice to her? She’s done for.
• Sevika develops a crush quietly and catastrophically. One compliment from you and she’s replaying it in her head three days later while staring at the ceiling trying not to smile.
• You start calling Sevika pet names long before either of you are even together. Completely naturally, too. “Thanks, honey.” “Move over, sweetheart.” “You okay, pretty girl?” Like it means nothing.
• Meanwhile it means everything to Sevika.
• The first time you call her “baby,” she genuinely loses her train of thought mid-sentence.
“Could you pass me that thing over there, baby?”
Sevika stares at you for a full second too long before nearly fumbling it into your lap.
• You do not realise the effect it has on her at first because she hides it terribly but silently. Slightly pink ears. Looking away. Suddenly very interested in literally anything except your face.
• Pet names from you feel strangely intimate to Sevika. She isn’t used to softness being directed at her so casually. You say them so easily, like affection towards her is the most natural thing in the world.
• Sometimes you use them absentmindedly while focused on something else, which somehow affects Sevika even more.
“Hold this for me, sweetheart.”
And now she’s standing there holding three bags and completely in love with you.
• Once she finally works up the nerve to call you one back, it comes out painfully awkward.
“Careful, uh… doll.”
You smile at her so warmly she spends the next hour avoiding eye contact.
• Her favourite is “pretty.” Especially because you say it so sincerely every single time.
“There’s my pretty girl.”
Sevika has to physically look away to survive it.
• If someone else teased her for getting flustered over pet names, Sevika would deny it immediately.
Then you’d walk in and say, “Hi, honey,” and she’d nearly walk into a wall.
• Everyone else notices before either of you do. Especially because Sevika acts completely normal and level-headed around everyone else, but around you she suddenly forgets how words work.
• You are painfully good at making her feel included. Sliding into the seat beside her. Saving her a drink without asking. Talking to her like she’s already important to you.
• She never knows what to do with your affection. If you touch her arm while laughing, her brain fully short-circuits for a second.
• You mistake her awkwardness for disinterest at first because she’s so stiff and quiet around you. Meanwhile Sevika goes home internally screaming because you smiled at her for too long.
• Sevika is the type to rehearse conversations beforehand and still mess them up.
“Hey.”
“Hi, Sev!”
“Yes… Good.”
She thinks about it for the next six business days.
• You think her nervousness is adorable. Not in a patronising way. Just because she’s this intimidating-looking woman who suddenly turns shy when you look at her too directly.
• She loves listening to you talk. Loves it. You’ll go off on a tangent about something tiny and she’ll just sit there watching you with this soft, dazed expression she hopes you don’t notice.
• You absolutely notice.
• Sevika gets jealous easily, but mostly because she genuinely cannot imagine someone like you choosing her. If someone flirts with you, she immediately withdraws and assumes she already lost.
• Which means you end up having to be the brave one most of the time.
• You’re the first person who makes Sevika feel wanted instead of merely tolerated.
• Her love language becomes quiet acts of care before she even realises what she’s doing. Carrying your belongings. Remembering your favourite snacks. Fixing little things for you without mentioning it. Giving you her cape the moment it gets even slightly cold.
• The first time you hug her properly, she freezes for a full second before melting into it so completely it nearly breaks your heart.
• Sevika’s flirting attempts are tragic.
“You look nice.”
“Thank you, honey!”
“…Yeah.”
She has to leave the room afterwards.
• Once you start dating, she gets clingier than anyone expected. She just always seems to drift toward you naturally. A hand at your waist. Knees touching under tables. Kisses on the forehead. Sitting impossibly close. Constant, blatant staring.
• You call her beautiful casually one day and she genuinely stops functioning for a moment.
• Sevika falls hard. The kind of hard where she looks at you and quietly starts imagining a future before she even realises it.
-
Sevika had spent the last twenty minutes pretending to read the same page.
Not even reading it, really. Just staring at it while being painfully aware of you two tables over.
You laughed at something someone said, bright and warm and easy, and Sevika immediately looked down again before you could catch her staring.
Too late.
“Sevika!”
Her shoulders tensed as you approached. Of course you were approaching. Of course. Her brain immediately abandoned her.
You stopped beside her table with that familiar smile that always made her chest feel weirdly tight.
“There you are. I thought you left.”
“Nope,” she answered.
A pause.
Then, because apparently humiliation built character, she added, “Still existing.”
Smooth.
Your smile twitched like you were trying not to laugh, but not in a mean way. Never mean.
“Mind if I sit?”
Sevika nearly said no out of pure panic.
Instead she jerked her head in what she hoped looked like a casual gesture. “Yeah. Sure.”
You sat across from her, resting your chin in your hand. “You always come here?”
“Sometimes.”
“Do you always look this stressed?”
That startled an actual laugh out of her. Short and rough around the edges, but real.
“Do I?”
“A little.”
“Sorry.”
Your expression softened instantly. “Why are you apologising?”
Sevika opened her mouth.
Closed it.
Because how was she supposed to explain that being around you made her feel like every thought in her head was tripping over itself?
You tilted your head slightly, eyes soft but inquisitive. “You know, I used to think you hated me.”
“Hated you?” Sevika repeated, horrified.
“Well, yeah. You barely talked to me.”
Because if Sevika talked to you for too long she risked spontaneously combusting.
Instead she muttered, “Not great at talking.”
“I noticed, hun.”
There was that smile again. Warm enough to melt steel.
Sevika looked down at the table before she embarrassed herself.
“You make me nervous,” she admitted quietly, the words escaping before she could stop them.
Silence.
Then:
“Oh.”
Sevika wanted to launch herself directly into the sun.
“Not in a bad way,” she rushed out immediately. “Just… you’re pretty and kind and- I don’t know. My brain kind of doesn’t know what to do with that and shuts down.”
Your face went pink so fast it nearly distracted her from her own humiliation.
“You think I’m pretty?”
Sevika stared at you like she’d just asked whether water was wet.
“Obviously.”
You laughed softly, looking suddenly shy yourself as you ducked your head.
That alone gave Sevika enough hope to keep breathing.
“You make me nervous too,” you admitted.
“No I don’t.”
“You really do.”
“How?”
You looked at her for a long moment, smiling a little.
“I also think you’re pretty. Like- really pretty. And you… you look at me like I’m important.”
And that-
That hit Sevika so hard she forgot every coherent thought she’d ever had. The words landed somewhere deep in Sevika’s chest. For a second, all she could do was stare at you.
Her mouth opened slightly. Closed again.
You laughed under your breath. “See? There’s that look again.”
“What look?”
“The one where you stop functioning for a second.”
Sevika groaned quietly and covered part of her face with one hand while you laughed properly this time.
Not mocking.
Fond.
Way too fond.
And when your fingers brushed against hers on the table, Sevika realised with sudden, terrifying clarity that if anyone was ever going to slip past every wall she’d built around herself and make a home somewhere deep in her heart, it would be you.
