sevika is mean. it’s no secret; you knew it getting involved with her. she’s oh so handsy, making sure anyone with eyes can see who you belong to whenever she’s around, and she ensures your neck is covered in hickeys for the rare times when she’s not. hell, within the first two weeks of you hooking up, she’d already gifted you a necklace with her initial on it.
“you’re lucky it’s not a collar,” she’d smirked then, and you had laughed it off, but the lack of humor in her tone made your laugh more nervous than anything. you’d joked about her being pussy whipped, and she made sure the words died on your tongue when she slid hers between your legs that night.
it’s why you shouldn’t have been surprised when cuddling against a tree after your sweet little picnic date turned into you sitting on her lap with a blanket draped over you two, hiding the fact that she’s two fingers deep in your soaked cunt.
she bullies her fingers into you as you gasp, immediately slapping a hand over your lips to muffle the sounds as you feel her chuckle against your back, her breath fanning your neck. “feel good, princess?” she mocks condescendingly, stilling her hand momentarily to allow you to catch your breath. you almost thank her for a moment, that is, before she begins thumbing at your clit and you can’t help throwing your head back on her shoulder.
“be careful baby, someone might see,” she hums, nipping at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck. she sucks roughly at your skin, and you can only imagine the deep marks she’s leaving behind.
“you’re so fucking bold,” you hiss, your eyes fluttering and breathing going shallow. “we’re in fucking public, sevika.” you glance around the park swiftly, though your attention is almost immediately captured again by sevika’s thrusting into your cunt.
“we have a blanket,” she murmurs with a kiss to your neck. “besides, i can tell how much you like it baby, you’re dripping all fucking over me.” a dark chuckle escapes her lips as she adds a third finger. your hand immediately shoots down to grasp her wrist, and she bites down on your neck. hard.
“try that again and see what happens.” a gruff warning, and you can’t help clenching around her fingers at her dark tone. “fuck princess,” she chuckles, her free hand slipping from your waist to grab your chin, squishing your cheeks together and turning you to face her. “you’re so fuckin dirty — you like when i threaten you, huh?” she mocks, cocking her head to the side. “i can feel you clenching around me.” as if to prove a point, she squeezes your cheeks until your mouth opens involuntarily before spitting on your tongue. “swallow,” she orders, lifting a brow as if to dare you to disobey. and of course you listen, it’s sevika. the only one who can make you feel this fucking good.
“fuck,” you moan, and at this point it’s to hell with being discreet. you lean your head back against her shoulder, your breath coming in short pants as you start grinding against her hand, chasing it for more.
“that’s my fucking girl,” she chuckles, her ministrations growing quicker. “taking me so fucking well — so greedy for it too.” you can hear the grin adorning her features, and it does nothing but turn you on more to know you’re pleasing her. she always knows just what to say to get you oh so close ——
“sevika,” you moan, and are cut off by a moan of her own.
“fuck baby, say my name again, just like that.” a harder thrust as she begins nipping at your neck once more, and you can practically feel the soreness beginning to set in already.
“i’m so fucking close — .” it’s a plea at this point as you begin writhing, the friction of her palm against your clit too much to bear. “i’m gonna, fuck, i’m gonna —,” and a loud moan escapes your lips as you squirt all over her fingers, leaving a very visible wet patch on the baby blue blanket covering the two of you. “fuck.”
“you sound so pretty when you’re cumming for me,” she murmurs as she slides her fingers out of your cunt. “open,” she orders, and you’re too fucked out at this point to even pretend to be a brat. your lips part obediently, and she slides one of her fingers into your mouth. “you’re so fuckin’ good for me. see how good you taste, baby?” she slips her fingers from your mouth, a string of your slick trailing behind as she slides her other two fingers between her lips, moaning at the taste before leaning in to meet your lips with her own. “feelin’ okay, baby?” she mumbles, her hand rubbing circles into your hip as she holds you close.
“mhm,” you mumble quietly.
“good, ‘cause i’m getting more than just a taste when we get home," she smirks, hand palming your thigh all the while. god, she's so fucking insatiable.
Tags: GN!Reader, Omega!Reader, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Bad Communication, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha!Sevika, Top!Sevika, Bottom!Reader, Dom!Sevika Sub!Reader, Knotting, Oral Knotting, Rough Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Cum Swallowing, Mating Cycles, Heat, Vaginal Fingering, Sexual Overstimulation, Cunnilingus, A tiny bit of exhibitionism, but also possessive Sevika
Word Count: 3547
You smell her before you see her. A deep oaky scent filling your nose. You doubt everyone is as in tune to her scent as you are, no one else seems affected by the presence of the alpha, Sevika’s far from being the only alpha in the bar. There’s just something about her scent that makes your knees weak.
You haven’t seen her since she threw you out. It’s not as bad as it sounds. She didn’t throw you out, she stormed out and left you. It was your doing though. You knew her loyalty to Silco, but you couldn’t stop asking her to get out of his game. It was only a matter of time before she got caught or worse.
It was the subject of many a fight between you two and that night you had pushed her too far. Demanding she chose between Silco and yourself, tearing her heart apart between her loyalties. She couldn’t choose, looking back you should have foreseen that, but in the moment all you remember was her standing there.
The way Sevika looked at you, eyes wide and pleading, her shoulders sagging slightly with the weight of your demand, she couldn’t even say anything. That was your final straw. You couldn’t bear to watch her tear herself apart for Silco any longer. You recall shamefully the hateful words you shot at her, words you knew would inflict the most hurt.
She hadn’t lasted long in your fit of rage. When you questioned her loyalty, her faithfulness to you, she had in a form of self control stormed from the house. You made sure you weren’t there when she returned. That was months ago and you hadn’t seen her since Silco’s death, making sure to stay well away from her territory.
But something felt off today when you awoke. Something inside you just needed to see her. It wasn’t hard, you went to the bar she practically lived in and there she was. Your mate. If you could still call her that, the permanent bite mark on your neck aches with her nearness after so long. You hadn’t even seen her yet and your body was on fire.
Now that the moment’s here, you can’t face her, not yet. Instead, you walk to the bar and order a drink, for courage. Then another. Then a friendly alpha buys you one. She’s cute. She smiles sweetly, as she pushes the glass towards you.
You accept it and make light conversation until the bartender awkwardly reappears in front of you. He leans across the counter and slips the alpha a piece of paper. She reads it quickly, eyes darting between you in the paper then at something over your shoulder.
“Nice meeting you.” The alpha chirps and hastily moves to a different seat. The bartender avoids eye contact with you and quickly turns away. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what or more accurately who had scared away the other alpha.
You grab your glass and turn to the table behind you. There’s a large table in the corner, a big group of people playing poker. Sevika’s sitting in the middle of the table, the large stack of chips in front of her, a sign of her winnings. She’s not looking at you, but you get the idea she was just looking at you.
A sudden burst of anger spurs through you. You want to demand she face you. Demand her attention. There’s a simple way and your arm raises before you can think it through. You hurl the glass in her direction. It hits the wall inches from her head, the impact silencing the room.
She still doesn’t look at you immediately. Everyone else in the room does. The scent of her anger spreads quickly though. Some bar customers get up and leave, others look between the two of you waiting for a show. Sevika takes her time, she takes a drag of her cigar then finally looks up at you as she exhales. Her face swirls in smoke as she finally lifts her chin.
When the haze fades and you can finally see her dark eyes clearly, your body ignites. It’s been so long since you’ve seen your mate, your body burns. A few alphas look at you curiously, no doubt reacting to your scent.
“Come here.” Sevika snaps and gestures for you to come. Your body acts on its own accord, moving across the room and rounding the table. You squeeze past other poker players and finally come to stand beside her. She looks you up and down, you see her nostrils twitch and then Sevika pats her solid thigh. “Sit.”
When you don’t immediately comply, she grabs your leg and yanks you over. She manhandles you into straddling her thigh, putting your back to the rest of the bar, so you’re only facing her. You squirm as she forces you down, your legs spread wide and core pressed against her through the layers of clothing.
She lets you settle, then wraps her metal arm around your waist, hooking you in place. The game resumes behind you as you bury your face in the crook of her neck. The position is so familiar it almost makes you forget the past months apart. You tune out the rest of the bar as you relax in her hold, the alpha capturing your whole attention as she invades your senses.
An ache settles between your legs and you subconsciously press yourself against her harder. A low whine leaves your throat. The metal arm wrapped around your body and Sevika’s scent shifts slightly. A low rumble leaves her chest and chairs scrape the table around you.
“Everybody out.” She growls suddenly. All patrons of the bar scramble for the door. “Now.” Sevika snarls at a few stragglers.
“Fuck were you thinking, coming out like this?” Sevika grumbles to you once everyone is gone. “Fuck.” She stands suddenly, lifting you so you're sitting on the table, her thigh still slotted between your legs. With the new angle you can see her hard cock straining against the confines of her pants. You reach for her waistband, the urge to free her cock overtaking you.
“Coming out like what? Am I not allowed in your territory?" You snark as your fingers hastily work at her belt buckle.
“You don’t even realize, do you baby?” Sevika’s tone shifts, her voice softening every so slightly as she gently tilts your chin up to look at her soft brown eyes. “Has it been that long?”
“Hmmm?” Your brain is hazy with her eye contact and you struggle to process her words. Without looking you finally manage to unlatch her belt and start to pull it through the loops.
“You’re in heat.” Sevika says, brushing her thumb over your lips.
Suddenly, it all makes sense. The urge to see her this morning, the alpha approaching you at the bar earlier, the way your body seemed under her control, and now the painful desire to have her cock inside you.
“Please, Sev-” You grind against her thigh as you fumble with the buttons of her pants.
“Poor baby. Did you miss me?” She teases as she pushes her thumb into your mouth. You nod as you start to suck and your eyes glaze over at the ashy taste of her thumb. “You haven’t had another?” Sevika asks, her tone shifts slightly, you catch a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. The thought of you taking another alpha in your time apart has worried her over the past months more than she cares to admit.
You shake your head, watching her shoulders rise and fall as she sighs. You suck her thumb dutifully as you finally manage to undo her button and yank her zipper down. She assists you, using her metal arm to push her pants and underwear down far enough so you can tug her cock free.
You hold her eye contact as you wrap your hand around her thick shaft and give her a few tugs. She groans, her head falling onto your shoulder as you stroke her length.
“Knees.” Sevika growls and abruptly pulls away from you. She steps back and pulls you off the table, dropping you down onto the floor. “Open.” She taps her cock on your lips and you part them obediently.
“Fuck.” She sighs as you wrap your lips around her tip and suck softly. Her hand tangles in your hair as you place a few kisses and licks on her tip. “You know better than to tease me. Suck it.” She growls.
After a sharp tug of your hair, you wrap your lips back around her tip and sink lower on her cock. She doesn’t let you set the pace, her large hand remains in your hair, guiding your head up and down her length.
Sevika groans as you swallow her length, gagging when you reach the top of her knot. Her precum oozes into the back of your throat and the taste is overpowering. Her grip tightens and she changes tactics, opting to hold your head still and thrust her hips in and out.
She moans in pleasure as you throat her length. Her hips jerk erratically into your mouth, her tip pressing against the back of your throat. Her nails dig into your scalp as you gag and your throat tightens around her. You try to pull back, oxygen supply severely limited with her meat in your mouth.
“Fuck.” Her hips jerk forward and her head falls back in pleasure. “Take it.” She growls and moves you back until your head is pinned against the table. “Come on. Swallow my knot, baby.” Your eyes are wide, in a panic and you between her and the table. Sevika is like a dog with a bone, her cock has a mind of its own and her hips hammer forward one last time with such force your jaw has no choice but to stretch open.
Your eyes widen as her knot slides past your teeth and settles on your tongue. Sevika growls as your nose presses against your stomach and her balls slap against your chin. The sensation of your tongue quivering under her knot sends her over the edge.
Her knot swells in your mouth as her cum shoots down your throat. You squirm wildly, but with her knot inflating, you can’t pull off her cock without breaking your jaw. There’s no choice but to swallow her cum.
You swallow around her tip to keep from drowning in her cum, unintentionally drawing out her pleasure. She moans in relief as months of sexual frustration releases down your throat.
Sevika’s grip softens on your scalp and she looks down at you. “Oh, fuck baby.” She looks down at you, struggling to breathe around her cock. She gently tugs her hips back but hisses as her knot presses against the backs of your teeth. “Shit.”
You glare up at her, trying to convey your pain. She’s never knotted your mouth before, it’s not recommended, and the reason why is becoming apparent as you try to back off her cock. You push against her thighs, teeth stretching around her large knot.
“Stop, stop, stop.” Sevika snaps and grabs your head as you try to pull back. “Fuck, babe you’re gonna pull my dick off. It’ll go down, just- just wait okay. Breathe through your nose. It’s gonna be okay.”
She runs her fingers through your hair as you try to head her instructions and relax. “I’m sorry.” She admits after a moment of looking down at your pitiful situation. All her inches plus her knot are buried in your throat and you have no choice but to maintain it. “Come on.” She slowly eases back, guiding your head to follow.
Sevika slowly lowers down into her chair, pulling your head with her crotch. The new position allows her to relax and you rest her head against her thick thigh. She strokes your hair, trying to keep you calm.
The action eases your anxiety, but your emotions are erratic in your heat and the discomfort from the situation doesn’t help. You get the sudden urge to bite down and teach her a lesson but you know better. Sevika would bruise your ass black and blue.
You look up, watering eyes roving from her abs to her chest, rising and falling heavily as she pants, and finally to her face. Her head is tilted back, eyes shut. She seems to be in concentration, probably trying to will her knot down before you panic again.
Saliva fills your mouth, some spilling from the sides. The salty musky taste of Sevika in your mouth is drowning out your other senses. You swallow down the excess cum dripping from her tip and your saliva.
As you swallow around her, Sevika’s hips jerk. You gag and glare at her as you struggle to relax your throat muscles again. “Don’t do that.” Sevika growls. “You’re gonna make me cum again and then we’ll start this mess all over.”
You wish you could snap ‘and whose fault is that?’ but you have to settle for another glare again. “I know. I know.” She sighs as she looks down at the tears dripping from your face. She wipes them away before continuing petting your head.
After what feels like an eternity, you feel the knot in your mouth deflate. You widen your jaw as far as it will go and finally dislodge her cock from your mouth.
“Fucking hell.” You cough and wipe droll from your chin. Your throat’s gonna be hoarse for a week. “What the fuck, Sevika?
“I said I was sorry.” Sevika pulls you up and makes quick work of your pants and underwear. She pulls you into her lap and her hand cups your cunt. “I haven’t had anything but my hand for months and then you come walking in here, in heat, begging for my attention. You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over that bar with everyone still here.”
She thrusts two fingers inside you to accentuate her point. Your rebuttal dies in your throat as she presses her thumb to your clit and curls her fingers inside you. It feels amazing after so long without her, but it’s not enough. You need her to fill you up, to breed you.
“Please, Sevika.” You moan against her shoulder. “I need you.”
“I want you to cum on my fingers first.” She orders. You desperately hump her hand as she adds a third finger. Sevika lets you set the pace as you ride her hand, letting her fingers stretch you out while her thumb rubs your clit.
It doesn’t take long before you feel the pressure in your stomach. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum for me, cum for your alpha.” At her permission, you cum on her fingers. She lets you ride out the high, grinding against her hand as you cum.
As your hips and breathing slow, Sevika pulls her hand away. She brings it up to her mouth and sucks the tips of her fingers. Her eyes flash as she tastes your arousal. Without warning she grabs your shoulder and shoves you forward onto the table.
She doesn’t ask permission as she dives forward and buries her head between your legs. You cry out as she licks over your clit, still sensitive from your orgasm. “Sev-” You moan as she feasts on you. Her tongue diving between your folds and dipping inside you.
She growls, circles both arms, one solid muscle, one metal around your waist, forcing you to stay still as she eats her fill. You shiver as she works you over with her tongue, drenching her mouth in your wetness.
“I’m so close.” Sevika sucks your clit when you warn her and it sends you over the edge. You hump desperately into her mouth as you cum again. You ride against her face until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you try to squirm away.
Her fingers bite into your skin as she continues eating you out. You squirm and try to kick her away but she holds you fast, forcing you to stay still. Sevika relishes the taste of you on her tongue, after so long without you she seems content to feast on you until you pass out. She takes you apart with her mouth over and over again. But no matter how many times it seems she makes you cum, it’s never enough to completely quell the ache inside you.
“Please.” You sob, far from the first time. “Sevika, I can’t take anymore, I need to fuck me. To breed me.” Your pleas seem to fall on deaf ears, so you have to take more drastic measures. “I need you to knot me now or I’m gonna have to find someone else to do it.” You finally cry.
That finally gets her attention. She snarls as she pushes herself up, towering over you, still sitting on the poker table. “Say that again.”
Her face drips a mix of sweat and your juices. You’re content to taste both, when you launch forward, capturing her lips instead of answering her. You moan as her tongue slides between your lips and her body presses flush against yours. Her hard cock presses between your bodies and you hastily grab it, pulling away from her mouth to breathe.
“Please. I just- I need it.” You wrap around her thick length and guide her throbbing tip to your entrance.
“Need what?” Sevika growls.
“I need my alpha. I need you.” You plead, eyes begging her to relieve you. That finally seems to do the trick.
The two of your groan in tandem as she pushes her tip inside you. “Fuck, I won’t last long.” Sevika admits, embarrassment apparent.
“I don’t care, just breed me, please.” You beg and push your hips forward, taking more of her length inside you.
Sevika smirks and grabs your hips again, she’s not about to let her omega set the pace. She captures your lips in another heated kiss as her hips piston in and out of you. She fucks you hard, slamming into the poker table with every thrust.
You moan as she releases your mouth and begins littering your neck with bite marks and hickeys.
“You can never leave me again.” She mutters as she traces the imprint of her bite mark with her tongue. You shiver as she makes contact with her permanent mate mark.
“I won’t.” You reassure and wrap your arms around her neck. At the same time, you wrap your legs around her waist.
Sevika groans as you squeeze around her. “Beg me for it.”
“Please.” You whine, you can’t do anything but comply at this point. If she doesn’t knot you know, your body might actually explode. “Please, I need you to mate me. Cum in me. Breed me. Fill me up, please. I need your knot so badly.”
“Because you’re mine.” Sevika growls. “My mate.”
“Your mate.” You parrot and tilt your head, offering your neck up to her. “Knot me. Knot your omega.”
Sevika growls and sinks her teeth into your old wound, renewing your mate mark. You cry out in pain, but it turns into a broken sob of pleasure as she thrusts her knot inside you. You moan and quiver as your body finally gets the releases it needs and you cum as she knots you.
Sevika growls into your skin as her seed spills inside you and her teeth grind deeper into your skin. Her cock twitches inside you, the last of her seed seeping into your cunt as you sag against her. She releases your neck and swipes her tongue over her bloody teeth marks.
“So good for me.” Sevika praises as she looks between your bodies where you’re tied together. “Taking me so well.”
“Thank you.” You whimper as she carefully lifts you and settles back into her chair. You rest against her, impaled on her lap by the throbbing cock inside you.
“For fucking you or for praising you?” Sevika teases.
You grunt in response. “Both.”
Sevika chuckles softly. You sit in silence for a moment, both catching your breath until she speaks again. “Look at me.” Reluctantly, you lift your head from her broad shoulder to look at her. “I meant it. Don’t ever leave me again.”
“I meant it too. I won’t.” You say. There’s so many other things the two of you should say to each other. You can see her emotions swimming in her eyes, just as you’re sure she can see the ones in yours. “I love you.” You settle them all with 3 words and hope it’s enough.
“I love you.” She repeats and kisses you again, settling her emotions with the action. Her kiss is gentle this time, softly capturing your lips with her own. Eventually, you break apart panting against each other’s mouths. You resume your position, head falling against her shoulder and let her arms support you. You’ll have to get up and clean yourself off, but you can’t go anywhere until her knot deflates. And for now, you’re content to stay in her arms a little longer.
authors note: i always feel so slutty writing the tags after im done. like yeah u just wrote all that u little freak 😞😞😞 if you liked this go look at the art it was inspired by!! creators links are at the end, if you have any trouble dm me and i'll send the art to you!! okay hope u love im going to shut up now #holyyapamoly ----------------------------------------------------------
sevika and ambessa had an incredibly delicate relationship,
both women valued loyalty, power, and strength,
but above all else, the only thing they truly bonded over was their shared love of sex
once a week, the two women would meet at the brothel,
neither one of them worked there, but sevika insisted that it was the least suspicious place for "women like them"
ambessa urged that they at least come at different times, to avoid anyone getting the wrong idea.
truly, ambessa thought that being seen at a brothel was already wounding,
she hated that people might think she needed to pay a woman to have sex with her
in spite of this, ambessa stood in the lobby, her large frame already grabbing more attention then she liked
babette didn't even look up from her work as she waved the woman back,
she didnt expect payment yet, knowing exactly what she was really here for,
more, who she was really here for
ambessa rushed to the end room, aggressively pulling the beaded curtain aside as her eyes landed on sevika
"took you long enough." the younger woman snarked, her eyes trailing up and down ambessa's frame
clothes hit the floor faster then sevika had ever seen, and it wasn't long before ambessas naked body was pressed against sevikas clothed one
"it's just business." ambessa muttered, more to herself then anyone else
sevikas hand gripped ambessas braided bun, tugging it back "you always were a bad liar."
sevika stood behind ambessa, holding the taller woman's hip as she tapped her strap against her clit
ambessa felt cool metal grip her other hip, relishing in the bruising hold sevika had on her
one gentle push of her hips had sevika fully sheathed inside ambessa, who worked her hardest to remain quiet,
showing pleasure ment showing sevika had the power to please her, and she would not stand for that
"you call this rough?" ambessa scoffed, rolling her eyes at sevikas unusually gentle demeanor
a stinging slap landed on ambessas ass, and she turned around to see sevikas metal arm coming up and snaking around her neck, pulling her back
her flesh hand traveled around ambessas thigh, finding her clit with unsurprising ease
sevika pressed hard on her clit as she pulled ambessa towards her, nipping at her ear as she sneered
"you're not the one in charge here, general" the patronizing nickname urged a swell of slick to leak from ambessas cunt,
giving sevika the perfect opportunity to deliver a harsh slap to her clit, before pulling her hips back and ramming them into the taller woman
she quickly found a bruising pace, switching from grabbing at ambessas full tits and rubbing her clit with her metal arm
eventually, she settled on a punishing grip on ambessas bun, her flesh hand reaching around and clawing at her stomach
ambessas moans filled the room as sevika brutally slammed her hips into her, guiding her to lean her hands against the table in front of her
the back of her strap provided a delicious friction to sevikas clit, encouraging her to go that much harder in search of her own release
it wasn't long before ambessa was writhing under the younger woman's touch, her gruff moans transforming into needy whines and pleas
"this enough for you?" sevika huffed out, pressing her stomach against the swell of ambessas ass
"y-yes. that's- oh god..better" ambessa whined out, arching her back into sevika
the two women only lasted a few more strokes before coming undone, one after the other.
both of their muscular bodies intertwined as they came,
one who walked in might have trouble telling where one woman ended and the other began due to their closeness
in a moment of passion, sevika grabbed ambessas jaw, pulling her to the side and feverishly connecting their lips
the two women did their best to stay away from any sort of emotional intimacy, it was one of the rare things they agreed on,
and, although neither one would ever admit it, in this moment, with their bodies pressed together and their minds focused on only each other, they both caught themselves questioning "is this really just business?"
THIS FIC WAS INSPIRED BY SOME ABSOLUTELY AMAZING ART I HAD SENT TO ME!! im going to tag the creators twitter, and blog since the link to the art isnt working (dm me if you can!t find it and i'll send it to you!) . please please please go show some love to their art if you liked this fic, because this story wouldn't exist without them!! as always, i hope you all enjoyed this very, very much!
gang we all knew i was going to write the two buff muscle mommies getting freaky, it was just a matter of time.
also, ik ambessa bad but like i still want her to ptpom 😛
track five: Writings on My Wall (Princess Diana pt. 2)
word count: 2.46k
content notice: smut, hand kink, stud!reader, dom!sevika, sub!reader, established dom/sub dynamic, tattooing, needle mentions, slight blood mention, pain, begging, degradation, praise, petplay if you squint, butch4stud, mean!vika, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, orgasm control, sexual fantasizing, oral fixation, reader is not explicitly gendered but is referred to as "good boy," "boy," and "kid". regardless, they are not a man.
a/n: this is a continuation of my first Sevika x stud!reader fic: Princess Diana! Reading it isn't mandatory but would be helpful!
"Ain't even put the stencil on you yet."
"My fault," you muttered, sucking in a shaky breath. The paper against the tattoo bench brushed against your nipples uncomfortably as Sevika laid out the purple outline of your design on your sanitized ribs and back. You somewhat regretted getting such a widespread design, not because you feared the needle (although it did scare the shit out of you). But because you couldn't be normal about the way her thick fingers ghosted over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Even in a glove, slippery with sanitation, you could still feel her warmth, and it had you dampening in your boxers as you braced for her touch again.
How else were you supposed to feel in the same chair she'd inspected you in before sucking your soul out of your pussy months ago?
"Relax," she ordered, in that smoke-tinged, husky voice of hers. You'd asked her once if she liked jazz, for no other reason than it sounded like she had a voice for the genre. She rolled her eyes back then and had shoved your head back between her legs. That voice curled in your ears, and you were helpless against it, your body going lax immediately.
Sevika let the paper sit on your back long enough for the stencil to transfer. Then, when it grew a little tacky, she peeled it off.
You lay there as you waited for it to dry, and she excused herself briefly to take a call, peeling off her gloves as she did so. You let your mind wander to the last three months that were your situationship with Sevika. You were still learning tricks about how to feel good with your new piercing, and you couldn't ask for a better teacher than her. Coming over to hers was the highlight of your week, and you soon found yourself not eager to add any new names to your roster. Her touch was unlike any other, and though you obsessed over every part of her body, her hand stole the show for you every time.
You closed your eyes as you traced its form in your mind. Broad, long-fingered, and nails that were always clean and cut short. Her palm was calloused but always moisturized and fragrant with the lotion she liked. Your thoughts drifted further to how it felt on your thigh, heavy and reassuring as it held you open for her. You could almost imagine it inching its way up your inner thigh, her thumb rubbing circles into the flesh before her middle and index fingers parted your—
"Sorry for the wait, kid. Stencil should be dry."
"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. I think it is."
Your cheeks burned as Sevika took up her seat again, like you hadn't just been shamelessly fantasizing about her, and snapped on a fresh latex glove. Then she tested the surface ink with a firm press of her knuckle into a soft spot beneath your shoulder blade. You bit your lower lip hard and closed your eyes at the contact before you heard the click and subsequent whir of the tattoo gun starting up. You held your breath as the sharp point made contact, piercing into your dermis. Sevika's flesh hand held your skin taut as she focused on her task. The pain soon began to subside, and you found yourself exhaling slowly.
"How's that new job you started?"
Small talk wasn't like her, but she knew how much it got you out of your head. "It's alright, hours not too bad."
"That's good."
You hid your face in your arms, trying not to whimper as the needle of the gun pierced your flesh yet again. Her hand, unlike your quivering flesh, never once faltered, controlled and steady as she brought the design to life under the canvas that was your skin. You kept breathing controlled until it stopped buzzing, and fresh lines of ink smarted under your flesh. When she brought the gun to your ribs, though, that strategy met its limits, and you clenched your fists from where they were curled under your head, choking back a sob. Sevika clicked the gun off, setting it to the side.
"Hey," she cooed, brushing her gloved fingers over your ribs. "Deep breaths for me."
You did as she asked, sucking in a gasp and holding it. Then you felt it: her capable and sure hand migrating the side of your back not yet inked, and insistently pressing on the tense nerves there. You sighed raggedly as those fingers you'd been lewdly ruminating over, not even minutes ago, rubbed away your anxieties and pain, deftly kneading into you.
"Loosen up for me a bit, okay? You're doing great."
"Mm-hm," you whined, your mind sinking further and further into the gutter while Sevika was just trying to help you relax.
"In," she coaxed, rubbing her thumb in circles on your neck. "And out."
The motion and choice of words made white spots bloom across your vision and twisted your hips while you tried to stay conscious. You lost against your better judgment and stifled a whine. Sevika froze in concern before noticing how your thighs squeezed together. She shook her head, a smile curling her lips, because knowing you, that wasn't a cry of pain.
"Good boy." You froze, and that didn't escape her watchful eye. "Why don't we take a break?"
"Don't do that," You groaned, trying to play off how flustered you'd gotten.
"Thought you liked being good for me," Sevika chuckled, her hand now coming to rest firmly on your neck before sitting in a squat by your head. "And it ain't like being professional was your main concern. You wouldn't have come here if it was."
You knew any pretense at a professional boundary was foolhardy by now, but you still paid her, and you received great work. That left a lot more room for everything the two of you had done since. And for what you wanted her to do to you now.
"Please."
"We been over this kid," Sevika murmured, eyes flicking to your lip then back up to your own. "Ask for what you want."
"I want two of your fingers inside me and one playing with my clit, while you call me a good boy." You rushed over your words, your face aflame as you tried to get them out as fast as possible.
"Who you talkin' to?"
"Please, Sir? Can you please fuck me on your fingers?"
"That's my good boy."
You moaned, burying your head back in your arms as your hips jerked against the tattoo bench. By now, Sevika had trained you into a sub that asked for exactly what they wanted, something you struggled with outside of performing dominance. But here, pliable clay in her artful hand, you voiced every dirty desire in your mind the second she compelled you to. How could you not, when the reward always left you breathless and satiated?
You felt her thick fingertips ghost over the small of your back, leaving gooseflesh in their wake. You shivered, and Sevika chuckled, rough and low, before slipping her palm into your waistband, underneath your boxers, and curved around to meet your soaked need. She brushed her knuckles through the coarse hairs framing your pussy, extending her pointer finger to part your outer folds with ease. You wiggled your hips back and up to her hand, desire brewing at the base of your spine and leaking out onto her hand.
"This wet already?" she mocked, her deft fingers already twisting your barbell in its setting before grinding it into the clit beneath. "Barely teased you, and you're running like a faucet."
"Can't— fuck— can't help it, Sir," you whined into your arms, as your hips jumped. The pads of her fingers caught against your damp and heated skin in a way that had you curling your toes in your shoes. "You fuck me so good!"
"Course you can't. So needy for me, you go dumb the second I touch you, huh?"
You didn't wanna answer that. You didn't trust yourself to answer that. So she pulled her hand back, and you nearly swore.
"What I tell you on day one, huh?"
"Closed mouths don't get fed, sir."
"So speak, boy. Full sentence."
"I go dumb when you touch me!" You whined, cheeks hot and pussy even wetter than before. "I do need you so bad, I can't think!"
There was a small silence before she slid her pointer finger to the knuckle, her middle finger joining it not a beat later. You groaned, jaw falling open as she set a pace that crossed your eyes. Every thought in your head that wasn't "fuck, her hand bigger than I thought" evaporated on the spot. The talented digits stretched you out so well, her fingers splitting in a V motion as they dragged along the wet velvet of your walls. It curled on its way out, pulling a wretched moan from your throat
"Good boy."
The praise punched the air out of your lungs as her hand became your undoing. Her firm thumb rubbed firm circles on your clit, the jewelry amplifying her movements tenfold, and she took in the helpless way you writhed in her grasp. Your whines grew louder in the small studio as you widened your legs to allow Sevika access. Pleasure mounted in your gut, and you bit your lip hard, trying your best to stave it off.
"You like when I make you squirm, huh?" she taunted, hooking her index and middle finger down to press directly behind your clit. You let out a tearless sob, your own fingers tightening on the skin around your elbows hard enough to leave indents. "Can tell by the way you're drippin' on me."
"Yes—," you whimpered, completely helpless against her touch as she goaded you, leaving your pride in tatters.
""Yes," what? Or do you only listen when I make you beg for it?"
"Yes! I love it when you make me squirm, Sir! Love how you fuck me!"
"Attaboy," she growled, keeping your thighs spread apart with her thick forearm.
Throbbing pleasure pulsed at the edges of your mind and between your legs, your breath shallowing as Sevika's hands brought you closer and closer to cumming on that chair. You tightened on her thick, full fingers, and you heard it, heard her gasp. Then Sevika growled, her hand pressing even deeper into you, unrelenting despite the vice grip around it.
"Fuck, you're squeezin' me. You close, huh?"
"Yes! Fuck please, Sir, I'm so so close!"
"Beg for it."
"Please, sir!" You babbled, utterly beside yourself as you tried your damnedest not to let the building heat overtake you without her permission. But she was making it impossible, as usual. "Please let me cum on your hand! I need it so bad!"
"I don't know, kid," Sevika teased, and you began to see red. "Think you've been good enough for me?"
"Yes! The fuck?"
You regretted that as soon as you said it. Immediately, Sevika withdrew her hand, and you felt a rough, heavy palm swat down on your ass over your clothes. You gasped in shock, your head foggy and confused. You half expected her to say something, anything, as she walked around the bench, stopped in front of your face again, squatting to eye-level with her hand completely soaked. You pushed yourself up on your elbows and glanced between her hand and the exasperated look on her face. You'd fucked up, and you both knew it.
"You're gonna clean up your mess," Sevika started, prodding her fingers past your lips. You didn't dare protest or argue, simply taking them into your mouth. "Then you'll get the rest of this tatt done. No squirming, no games—"
You nodded around a stuffed mouth, her hand probing at your tongue, the roof of your mouth, and venturing a little into your throat. Your tongue swirled around them dutifully, lapping up the tang of your denied release off her thick digits. You hung on her every word as she fucked your mouth, mind addled with denial.
"And maybe, I'll let you say sorry."
She pulled her hand out of your mouth, a thin line of drool connecting her spit-soaked fingers to your lips before snapping. She inspected it, a tenuous frown on her features, before she nodded.
"Go wipe yourself off, then get back in here. Don't take more than five minutes. Am I understood?"
And because there was no other answer, you stammered, "Yes, sir," and pushed yourself off the bench and stood on shaky legs to put yourself to rights.
Four hours later, your back and left rib stung with the fresh design etched into it, and your arms felt numb from lying on it too long. You moved to sit up but were quickly stopped by a still-gloved palm between your shoulder blades, forcing you flat against the bench again. Sevika gently wiped off the small beads of blood along the fresh design. She took a picture and showed it to you. The work was magnificent, and you were in awe of how those hands that took you so thoroughly apart, hands that punished and pleasured, created a masterpiece in your flesh.
"Damn, this shit tough," you murmured appreciatively.
"What a glowing review," Sevika chuckled, setting your phone aside before she applied the saniderm. "You remember the care instructions?"
You nodded into your folded arms. "Keep the second skin on for 3-4 days, remove when it's dried out, and use lotion to keep the area hydrated."
"Oh, look at that, you can listen."
You took her sarcasm in good stride as she secured the bandage to your skin, and then finally sat back up, legs swinging off the edge of the bench. Your eyes met hers, slightly red from holding back a few tears during the whole process. Sevika left for a quick moment to wash her hand before coming back and sitting across from you, now cradling the back of your neck and locking her grey eyes with yours. You bit your lip but didn't look away.
"M'sorry, alright? I mean it."
"What are you sorry for?" She prodded, her face less stern and a self-satisfied smirk playing at her lips.
"Sorry for bein' a brat," you mumbled, heat flooding your face. It was humbling, but that's why you liked her.
"Good boy." You held your breath as Sevika stood back up and walked to the door, a little crestfallen. "Move it or lose it, kid. I thought you wanted a second chance."
Your head immediately perked back up, and you scrambled to your feet to follow after her.
Im writing that asshole!sevi who moans her own name when she cums thing because its so funny and she would do that 💯
Includes cheating, Sevi being a hey mamas lesbian, biphobia on sevis part, breeding kink, strap referred to as cock/dick, degradation, praise (of herself), lack of aftercare, just overall sevika being a massive dickhead
Sevika insisted she show you what a real man should fuck you like. You'd been complaining about your dumbass boyfriend who rubbed your thigh for 45 minutes telling you to cum whenever you felt close. Eventually you had to just moan and pretend you'd finished, because everytime you attempted to guide his hand to your actual pussy he'd say "nuh uh princess, daddy knows exactly what he's doing." Given that he didnt FUCKING KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING, you just needed it to be over.
When you told sevi about this, she immediately shoved her hand down your panties. You gasped and grabbed her bicep, but you didn't attempt to stop her. When she immediately found your clit and thumbed at it, she laughed. "I dont understand men. Clits the easiest part to find."
She thumbed at you a little before getting frustrated. "Your boyfriends weak, you need a butch to fuck you good. I'm good for that, mamas."
You tried not to cringe but to no avail. Mamas? Lord, she really was an asshole, a walking stereotype. "Come on, let me turn you into a lesbian." She said, pawing at your tits under your shirt. Given that you had told her multiple times you were bi, you damn near gave her your hundredth 'bisexuality is valid' speech. But, right now, you didn't mind getting fucked by an asshole if it meant you'd at least get fucked.
You slid off your trousers while she unbuttoned the fly on her jeans. Why didn't it surprise you that she was packing? Every time you came round her house she seemed to have a bulge, or a thick cylinder against one of her thighs. "You've been waiting for the day i finally let you, haven't you?" you scoff, watching as she grabs a small vibrator out her pocket to stuff into herself while she fucks you.
"Ive been anticipating it mamas. Knew you couldn't resist me. Im just too fucking hot." Okay, she was cocky, but you couldn't deny it was warranted. She was really hot. Her toned arms, her abs, that giant muscular ass. She was very, very sexy. She just had the personality of a wet shower mat.
She opted to tear a hole in your panties instead of taking them off and you yelped. "Those were expensive you bitch!" You shouted, slapping her shoulder with the back of your hand. "What's a slut like you doing with expensive panties?" She taunted while sliding the tip of her strap between your folds. You groaned when she slapped it against your clit.
"My boyfriend bought them for me, if you must know!" You pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. She laughed and turned her vibrator onto the lowest setting, her breath hitching. "Give up on men. Stop pretending you're not a dyke." She grumbled, making your eyes roll again. Shes such an ass.
Despite how pissed you were with her ripping your panties, she seemed to learn nothing and ripped your shirt. You yelped again but were shushed when she stuffed her cock into you and held there. The sudden stretch was overwhelming. She was so big. Your boyfriend was a humble and perfectly okay 5 inches, but from the way Sevikas dick was poking out of your tummy you could tell she was much bigger.
She pressed down her hand on your stomach and groaned. "Fuck, I'm so big. I stuff you so good." She moaned out.
Was she seriously... Praising?? Herself?? "Fuck im so good. I fuck you so good."
Yes, yes she was.
She wound her hips a little while playing with your nipples, her length grinding against your spots. You were so filled up, starting to feel pretty dumb as you struggled to accommodate her dick. She turned up her vibrator again. "You're such a fucking slut. Sitting here with your clothes ruined, gripping on my hips, what about your poor little boyfriend, hm?" She spoke darkly, the rasp in her voice suddenly much more prominent.
You started to play with your clit a little, but she batted your hand away. She didn't replace it with her own, making you wind up your face in frustration. "Im fucking you deep enough. Dont try that shit."
.. Did she not know that some people cant cum from penetration..
"I dont care if you don't cum. I just want to ruin that cunt."
Right.
She hoisted her leg up so as to place her foot onto the sofa, lifting your leg and pressing it against your head. She started roughly fucking into your pussy, your eyes rolling back as the base of her strap slapped against your ass with each thrust. Each time she pulled almost the whole way out and slammed back in to the base you whined, hands going up to play with your nipples.
"Fuck, im doing so good." she groaned, turning up her vibrator just a little more. "Fuck im so good! I fuck you so good!" She shouted, thick fingers shoving their way down your throat, making you gag, making tears trickle down your cheeks. "I bet when he throat fucks you he barely touches the back of your mouth." She mutters, fingers harshly pushing as far down your throat as she can get them. Its true, her fingers are pretty much the same size as his dick, though much thicker. Shes a big woman! Its not your boyfriends fault that hes small!
"Fuck baby you feel that?" Youre confused when you feel liquid start to fill your pussy, even more confused when Sevika pulls out momentarily to shoot it across your tits. "Cumming on you baby, cumming across that pretty body. Fuck, such a slut. So messy." She pants out, rubbing her strap as if its a real cock. She slams back in and you use her 'cum' to assist in circling your nipples. She keeps filling you, her strap clearly filled with a lot of this substance. It leaks out of you with each thrust and forms thick webs between her thighs and yours.
"Fuck im filling you so much, im cumming in you so much. Gonna breed you baby, gonna fill up that pussy with my cum." She moans, her vibrator now on max.
"B-breed me- g-give me your cum Sevi -" you stammer. Her eyes are now shut completely, so you take the opportunity to quickly rub at your clit. You're so close, feeling her fill you was damn close to making you cum, her pace brutal, but you need that extra bit of stimulation.
You scream out "Sevikaa-" cumming onto her messy cock, your pussy ruined, and its all so hot until-
"SEVIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
She roars it out with no shame.
What.
The.
Fuck.
What the actual.
You cant help laughing, even with her dick still buried inside you, still slamming into you. She shoves her fingers back into your mouth to shut you up. Shes still saying her name! She is still breathing out her OWN name with each thrust.
She pulls out and shoves her dick in your face, cum leaking onto your cheeks and into your hair. "Stop it, you asshole!" You giggle when she just starts using her dick as a paintbrush to cover your entire body in her mess.
"Ewwww this is so gross," you complain, wiping your breasts off with your ripped shirt. "Fuck sake Sevika, this bra was new!"
She scoffs and pulls out her vibrator, shoving it into your mouth. She walks off and starts smoking on the balcony. Erm. Excuse her. You suck her juices off a little, expecting her to come back, maybe lift you over her shoulder and carry you into the bath. Nope. She starts watching YouTube shorts loud as fuck.
"Are you gonna clean me up or what?" You yell. Your pussy is gaping, you're drenched in fake cum and, quite frankly, she owes you some form of aftercare if she doesn't want you spreading that she moans her own name when she cums!
"Nah, showers back there." She points lazily with her thumb. Shes such a dick.
Sevika's voice is treacherous—smooth as silk in motion, coarse as leather in texture, and stinging as smoke in taste. The sounds of the syllables slither through Haze's spine, wrapping an invisible collar around her neck.
Haze's heart quickens, pumping blood with a pressure that's straining, testing the bodyless bond digging into her skin, burning from her stomach to her core, pooling between her thighs. But once the lock seals, it won't yield. The tension in her muscles tries to escape in a sigh, only to tighten even more when her lungs inflate with the next breath.
Her ribcage seems too tight to hold air.
Fuck me already, Haze yearns and tries to beg, but Sevika's fingers press down on her tongue and a pair of panties. The fabric's black mesh swallows the words, reducing them to groans without meaning, yet not rendering them meaningless.
Sevika basks in the sounds, steps closer, looming against Haze as her fingers crawl deeper to elicit a soft gag. It pulls at Haze's shoulders. Her nostrils flare, and her breath huffs. The intrusion stretches her limits without ripping them.
Haze seizes Sevika's forearm, steadying the pressure exactly where the constriction in her throat tastes as sweet as gentle kisses and still bites like frost.
Sevika responds, lingers where the urge to gag, strain the muscles in Haze's neck, chest, and abdomen as they brace against offended reflexes. Haze relishes in the struggle, the achievement, and the thrill when Sevika rewards her endurance with a saturated, warm hum rolling through her chest. Her smile and raised left eyebrow mock Haze; the twinkle in her sharp, gray eyes cuts as much as it caresses. "What's that, bunny? Can you repeat that for me? I didn't quite catch it. It seems like you've got something in your mouth. Try again."
You're just laying into bed when she arrives and you're too tired to do anything or protest so she just does what she want. She doesn't ask you to do anything just to take it. She undresses you, get on top and start fucking you. She goes gently and slowly, very nice but the thing is, she has a wild stamina so she just keeps going and keeps going even after you've come multiple times and when the pleasure starts to change to overstimulation and then pain you start whining in her arms. But she doesn't care she just keeps going even when you start squirming under her and she whispers in your ear "I know you can give me one more" and you think you can't but you're helpless underneath her and can't do anything to overpower her so you just have to lay here and take it until you finally come a last time and it's more pain than anything but your legs are shaking and she's holding you in her arms until you fall asleep for good.
And the day after you'll be sore all over but it was worth it.
ao3 link: Not So Sweet - sevsdoll - Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) [Archive of Our Own]
content warning: …SMUT (mdni. get out). drinking, smoking cigars. sex worker reader. face sitting (cunnilingus). fingering. brat taming (reader loves to bite back). dom!sevika. no use of y/n
summary: you’re one of Babette’s best girls, and you’re just taking a night off when you intrigue the most dangerous woman in Zaun. She just can’t ignore you, and soon the night becomes a lot more interesting than you planned.
chapters:
1. Relaxing Night
note: WC: 5.1k (@-@ i know). this is a series. i’m already working on chapter two. look i know the show came out two years ago, but someone’s gotta keep writing for her. she really just makes me foam at the mouth. i love her so much. I don't write very often so sorry if this sucks. this series will have the golden trio: smut, fluff, and angst. smut hopefully in every chapter.
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After a long day-shift, you wanted a drink.
The customers at Babette's weren’t so entertaining or pleasant when the sun was still up. What normal person (as normal as someone in Zaun could be) went to a hooker during the day? They were all perverted, or it was the only time of the day they could sneak away from their real “love” to see you.
Overall, not a fun time. You had a particularly nasty customer come through, and while after a normal day, you’d go right into working the night, you thought you deserved a treat.
You show up to the Last Drop, a frequent bar of yours, and plan to have a relaxing night with a cold drink.
You get in quicker than other patrons. While Babette didn’t like Silco, she played along enough and that got you some perks. She gave little tokens to her favorite employees and that earned you some privileges at the right times.
The bouncer opened the door, waving you in, and you were hit with the blasting music that usually infected the bar on a Friday night. Even when it was only eight.
The bass of the music almost made you nauseous, but you pushed it away, telling yourself you were going to have a good night for once. No brothel, no weirdos, and no sex.
You were sick of sex. It was getting quite boring. Even those customers who claimed to be expirimentive or interesting were not. It was the same thing over and over again.
Okay, but you were going to stop thinking about work now.
Since it was early in the night, you were able to get your own booth. Usually, that would be impossible, and you were sure that some group might come along to kick you out of it at some point. But, for the time being, it was your personal wrap-around booth. The stained leather cushions were like heaven. The table was cracked and carved into, but it was solid wood.
You felt good. You were dressed nicely: a tight and dark dress that complimented your complexion, and your hair was done up to reveal your neck and the long costume earrings you swiped once upon a time in Piltover. You showered a lot more often than the people you worked with, so at least you smelled good too.
The back booths were usually taken care of better than the crowded tables near the front. After a few minutes of you sitting down, a barkeep came over to ask if you wanted anything to drink. You ordered and then sat back and enjoyed the atmosphere.
No where in the Undercity was pleasant, but you began to enjoy your time. Your drink came back and you slowly sipped on it as you watched the bar fill with people. You put your feet up on the booth as well, lounging like you owned the place.
It didn’t matter that you didn’t, either. Silco and his whole crew didn’t scare you much. You’d seen worse than the whole crowd. All the immature prostitutes at Babettes would quiver and hide when Sevika, Silco’s number two, came by or when any other of her goons poked around. They didn’t instill the same reaction in you. Sure, they were strong, intimidating and ruthless, but you’d had worse done to you than have your face beaten.
You’d never personally served Sevika or her crew, but you knew people who did.
Speaking of the devil, the group just strolled in. It was around ten pm when Sevika and four others came into the bar and got their usual booth across the room from your own. The chaos of the dancing, drinking, and smoking crowd parted for them quickly, but paid them no mind, and they went about their usual business.
As you watched them sit down and order a drink, your eyes caught the shallow ones of Sevika. It was only for a quick glance before she looked down to shuffle cards, but she seemed to look longer than one would normally when accidentally meeting a stranger's eye.
You didn’t know what the hell her problem was. As much as you weren’t afraid of her, you sure as hell didn’t want to deal with her. All you wanted was a calm night, and whatever issue she had with you surely wouldn’t help.
You’d been jumped a couple of times. They were when you were younger and more naive, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen again. All those times, you had to stumble back to Babette with a bloody lip and bruised ribs for her to wrap up. You had no one else to take care of you.
For the next two hours or so, you kept your eyes to your own. Or, at least you tried to.
After that first look, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you. Her steel gray gaze kept your form across the room as the club lit up with action. The loud music and crowd of dancers frequently broke her stare, but once there was a break in the mob, you’d catch her looking at you again.
The idea of her made you nervous. The way she stared made you feel weak—like she was a predator about to pounce. There was no way she’d hurt you in the bar, right?
Something about the look in her eyes made you feel something other than nervous. It was entrancing the way her lips curled into a smirk at a winning hand. Her banter with her men made her seem warmer—nicer. You couldn’t help but drag your eyes across her broad shoulder, reveling in the way the muscles in her forearms moved as she shuffled cards.
You tried to ignore her and her rough eyes as you watched the lively crowd. After two drinks, almost every sight was amusing, and you were feeling quite relaxed. The alcohol helped your nerves.
At some point, you got up and went to the bathroom. While fighting your way through the crowd, you didn’t even see Sevika put down her cards to follow after you.
The bathrooms were small, which was quite inadequate for the business of the bar, but it made it less common for people to be in there. It was empty when you went in, and you went into one of the stalls to relieve yourself.
The door opened not long after you came in, and when you were stepping out of the stall, you froze.
Sevika stared at you, still standing by the door. You couldn’t get out. Suddenly, the bathroom felt even smaller than it already was.
You decided not to poke the bear. Anxiety rushed over you as panic threatened to set in. But you wouldn’t let her know it. Reputation was all about strength around here. Any weakness would’ve your downfall.
You went into denial. Maybe you were wrong about her staring. Maybe this was all just a coincidence. She just so happened to catch your eye and it was just your luck that she came into the bathroom at the same time as you.
You washed your hands, keeping your eyes down at the sink as you heard her steps. They got closer and closer until she stood behind you, just far enough away that she wasn’t touching you. You stood up straight, looking at her through the mirror.
“Can I help you?” You tensed your brow, eyes stuck to the ones that had been watching you all night. This close, and in the dim light of the bathroom, you could’ve sworn they had hints of blue in them.
“What’s your name?” She asked. She reached out, touching your shoulder lightly as she leaned forward. She towered over you.
“None of your business,” you said. You could feel the heat of her body against your back, and she couldn’t stop exploring you with her hands.
It seemed she didn’t really care what your name was. Perhaps she only asked as a formality. Maybe some women found it rude when she didn’t ask, but you didn’t care.
“Are you just going to eye-fuck me all night,” she muttered. “Or do you want to do something about it?”
She ran her thumbs along the creases of your dress. feeling the bottom edge of your bra through the fabric as she did so.
“You’re the one who can’t stop staring,” you said, turning your head to look up into her eyes. “If I were a betting woman I’d say you have a small crush.”
She scoffed. “Don’t think of yourself so highly.”
You smirked. She just wanted to fuck. She’d been around the brothel enough time for you to know that, and the idea of her had always been an intriguing one whenever she came around. You’d never dealt with her, but you’d heard the stories.
Her fingers dragged down your hips, tugging at the edge of your dress before slipping under. It was just enough so she could feel the skin of your inner thigh. The light grazing of her skin against yours made you feel fuzzy, and you leaned back into her slightly.
She hummed, leaning into your neck and kissing under your jaw. Her lips pressed just under your ear as she asked, “Want to come to the back room with me? I'll make it worth your while.”
“Are you gonna pay me?” You jested. Of course, you didn't need her to, but teasing her just felt so right. You’d never even spoken to her before, but the banter was too delicious to ignore.
“I think you’re the one who’s gonna have to pay me,” she whispered, her hands now massaging your thighs as she tried to draw you towards the door. “Come on, baby, I need to get this dress off of you.”
You groaned, pushing her hands off of you. “So needy,” you teased. “Go and wait for me and maybe I'll show up.”
She stared down at you. The two of you were close; you could practically feel her breath against your face. In her eyes was anger at your attitude, but you could tell she was amused. Normally, the women she picked didn’t fight her: they crumbled and begged for attention.
Her hand came up and gripped your jaw. She moved forward, pressing you against the countertop as her lips met yours harshly. The wind was knocked out of your lungs as she kept you pinned, kissing you enough to make you dizzy.
She gripped your hip with her metal hand, the tips of her sharp fingers pressing into the fat of your ass just enough for it to sting. You whimpered against her lips, hands jerking as they didn’t know whether to push her away or pull her closer.
“Oh, you’ll show up,” she growled. And then, as quickly as she had come, she pulled away. The cold air where she once was made you feel funny as you watched her walk out of the room.
The bathroom was silent. You stood there, palms pressed against the counter, shaking. Outside, the bass of the music pushed through the walls and shook the floor. It felt chilly all of a sudden, and you realized it was because she was gone. She was so hot pressed up against you, and you were worried you’d freeze without her.
Screw the whole “sick of sex” thing. You were going to fuck the hottest, most dangerous woman in Zaun.
In your frozen state, another woman came into the bathroom and gave you a strange look as she saw you standing there. You hardly met her eyes as you walked past her, shuffling quickly out of the room.
The chaos of the main room hit you hard when you came out. The flashing lights and blaring music were a sharp contrast to the dim and quiet bathroom. Across the room you saw Sevika standing by her table, settling her bets with her fellow players quickly.
You made your way up to the bar to close your tab. You doubted you would want anything else. The bar was crowded and it took a moment for you to shove yourself to the front with your money.
You reached out your coins to the bartender.
“Thieram, put her drinks on my tab.”
The bartender looked past you and nodded at Sevika. He pushed your hand back and quickly walked away to serve another customer.
You turned to say something to Sevika, but she was already walking towards the back room. You took the moment to watch her walk away, your eyes grazing over her body.
Her back was wide and thick with muscle. Every part of her was woven together with strength, and the glow of the neon lights made every ridge seem deeper.
Your body began to get just as excited as your mind was.
When you walked into the back room, she was sitting on the sofa. This room was a small lounge with two couches and a couple of chairs surrounding a coffee table. There was a small side table with a lamp, and a large bay window on the back wall with the curtains tightly shut.
The lamp was on and it gave off a full glow that illuminated the room just enough that you could see her shadowed brow turn up to look at you.
It seemed like a place she came to often. She had her maroon cover dropped on one of the armchairs, and there was a pack of cigars on the coffee table with a lighter. It was a little messy, but you assumed it was a busy room.
“Thanks for the drinks,” you said, sounding unimpressed.
“They’re free for me.”
“Yeah, I thought so.”
You sighed loudly, stepping forward into the room more. Once again, her eyes stuck to you like glue.
She leaned back. “Are you gonna get over here or are you gonna make me chase you?”
That could be fun. But, no, you weren’t in a state to run at the moment. You smiled, almost mockingly at her, and strolled over.
You stood in front of her as she stayed seated, looking up at you. Taking her face roughly in one hand, you dug your nails into her cheek slightly. She looked up at you with tense eyes, studying the way you glared down at her. Your thumb brushed over her bottom lip and she nipped forward, trying to bite you.
You jerked your hand back. “Watch it!”
She chuckled, reaching out to hold you by your hips. She steadied you, keeping you as close as you could without pulling you into her lap. “You seem like someone who doesn’t give two shits about me,” she said. “I like that.”
You lifted your brow. “Don’t like attachment?”
“Fucking hate it.”
She pushed your dress up, the bottom now pooling above your hips, making your thin lace underwear fully visible for her to touch and rip off.
“Good. I’m a whore, all I ever have to deal with is attachment.” Her hands were now rubbing down the backs of your thighs. The ghosting of her fingertips over the edge of your underwear sent a shiver up your spine. “It’s always: ‘Oh, I love you’ and ‘oh, baby please come home with me’—drives me nuts.”
She smiled up at you. “I’ll never love you.”
“Thank god,” you breathed, lost in the sight of her so close to you. Her eyes stuck to your lips and her brow creased in focus. She pulled you in, trapping you in a kiss. Her hands pressed against the small of your back, pushing you down to straddle one of her thighs.
A sigh slipped from your lips as she pushed her leg up just slightly. It fit perfectly and her hard muscle did well to please the ache that was just starting to grow between your legs.
Her lips were soft yet demanding, holding you there as she devoured you. It was hard to breathe between her hungry kisses. It was intoxicating in all the best ways. Her tongue brushed against yours and soon you were tasting each other, drawn in and never letting go.
Your hands brushed through her hair, tugging out her hair tie and tossing it behind you onto the coffee table. She grunted, pulling you even harder against her and grinding your hips against your leg.
She kissed across your cheek and down your neck. She was harsh. She ran her teeth along your skin and bit down hard enough for you to whine. You gripped her shoulders and pressed your clothes clit harder against her leg, trying to find satisfaction.
You knew she was going to leave marks. Something about that thought made you crazy. You were not supposed to belong to anyone, but you wanted people to know she fucked you—that she wanted you.
Her tongue ran over a fresh hickey as she leaned back up and kissed you again. She exhaled heavily out her nose, settling into the kiss.
You clutched her face gently in both hands, cradling her head as she slid her tongue into your mouth. You could feel heat looking in your stomach. Surely your underwear was ruined by now. She might’ve even had a wet spot on her thigh.
Everything felt so disorienting. It was like she was her own drug, pulling you in and locking away the rest of the world. You couldn’t hear any outside of the room, and nothing matter but how her chest felt pressed against yours.
“Lie down,” you whispered, running your fingers through her hair.
She wasn’t the type to listen to others, but something in the way you coaxed your voice made her comply. She was much too large for the small couch so her legs hung off the other end, but you made sure her head was nice and comfortable on a small throw pillow.
She propped herself up on her elbows, smirking at you as you stepped off the couch and pulled your panties off. “You just think you have all the power, don't you?”
You cocked your head to the side. “Do I not?”
“Hm.” She wasn’t amused. You crawled on top of her, your thighs on either side of her head as you sat on her collar. You brushed the stray hairs off her forehead.
“I’ll put you in your place, baby girl, don’t worry,” she assured. “But I might as well let you have a little fun first.”
“That’s sweet,” you teased. “I’m almost intimidated. But, really, anyone who gets underneath me always ends up being my bitch.”
She rolled her eyes. “Just fucking sit on my face already.”
“Say please?”
She ignored you, dragging your hips up and grinding your core against her face. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden movement, hands flying to her hair to steady yourself as her tongue parted you.
You pressed your lips together. “Oh, fuck, Sev…” you moaned, head falling back as she lapped at your folds like you were the last thing on earth. Her mouth was hot against your cunt and she was sending shockwaves through your body.
She pressed all your weight against her face and everything she was doing made you relax against her. Part of you cared if she could breathe but most of you didn’t. Your mind was only focused on how she circled your entrance with her tongue.
You dug your nails into her scalp, tugging as she moved up to flick your clit with her tongue. The pleasure had you tugging at her hair. She moaned into your folds, the vibrations eliciting another wave of ecstasy.
She gripped the backs of your thighs, keeping you steady as your strength wavered. As you unwound, she continued to undulate your cunt against her.
Everything she did drew you closer and closer to your peak. It was a constant assault as she dragged her tongue though you with a sharp tip before pulling your clit into her mouth to suck.
“God, that feels so good,” you moaned, grinding harder on her nose as her tongue fucked into you. “Don’t stop.”
With the tone of your voice, she could tell you were close. Her hands came from behind to cup your ass and squeeze it harshly, making you moan again before her finger came closer. She circled your entrance with them, coating each with your slick before easily slipping one thick finger in.
“Two,” you demanded, breathless.
She pushed a second one in and you almost regretted it. It was a tight squeeze as she pumped her finger deep inside, still working on your clit with her mouth. She was ruthless with her speed, and soon you were helpless. You rode her finger and face breathlessly until your orgasm hit with a wave of pleasure.
You cursed loudly, moaning as she helped you down from your peak. It seemed to go one forever, pulsing with your fast heart rate. She kept her finger deep inside you as she pushed you off her face.
“Sev…” you muttered, wiping her chin with your thumb. You realized you had no words. She curled her fingers inside of you. “Fuck,” you whined
She flipped the two of you over, pushing your hips down into the couch as she went harder.
“Wait,” you whined. The overwhelming sensation from your last orgasm was too much to bear. So much that she was leading you right to another one. You couldn't take it. “Sevika,” you cried.
She shushed you, demanding, “Take it.” She was peppering kisses down your neck and over your chest. Your low-cut dress was becoming more and more disheveled, and she could nearly kiss your nipple.
Just her presence was arousing. She was almost animalistic the way she hovered over you, so much bigger than you. She shadowed you in the dim room, gazing down at you like you were her prey. You couldn’t get out even if you tried.
Her hard metal arm that pinned you down radiated a sharp heat that reminded you she could kill you if she really wanted to. And that shimmer in her vials could turn her into a monster with no mercy.
You bit your lip, your head pressing back against the couch as you felt your finish coming. You couldn’t believe how good she was. The people you fucked for you job hardly ever really got you turned on. She made your head spin.
And she was so attentive. Every second she was digging her teeth into your collar or running her mouth along your breast. Her hot breath against you skin had you writhing under her, mumbling curses and urging her to never stop.
Her fingers pumped inside, curling with every thrust to hit your sweet spot. The heel of her palm rubbed against your clit as she abused your velvet wall, rutting against it when she would pull out and shove back in.
“I’m gonna cum, Sev,” you cried. “I’m so close.”
She hummed into your skin, quickening her cruel pace to a point that made your legs tense and your hands run down her back, pressing crescents into her skin.
Your peak was coming closer and closer. You could feel it rising in you with every passing second of pleasure. The ribbed rubbing of her fingers in your cunt overwhelmed every sense until she stopped.
She stopped moving.
“What the fuck—“
“You were real cocky coming in here,” she growled into your ear. Her voice was almost gritty. “You need to know that’s not okay.”
You squirmed under her, just trying to get her to move or maybe be able to ride her fingers. “Sevika, just let me—“
She held you very still. “In this room, you’re mine. You do whatever the fuck I tell you to, and you ask nicely for things.” Her still fingers were driving you insane. The full sensation of hay being full but not stimulated made you push against her shoulder, urging her to do something.
She lifted her head to look at your pleading face. “Outside of here you might belong to anyone with enough money in their pocket, but right now you belong to me. I chose when you cum, do you understand?”
You glared up at her, irritation alight in your eyes as you thrashed and tried to get her to move. You couldn’t speak, only fighting to move to reach your finish.
“I didn’t expect you to be such a fucking brat, baby.” She pushed a third finger inside slowly. The stretch was painful as you cried out, your nails digging into her back. She still wouldn’t fucking move. “But that’s okay,” she assured. “I’ll teach you a lesson. I’ll make you my good girl.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you sunk further into the cushion. “Sevika—“
She smacked your clit harshly. “Say please.”
You squirmed again, the pain pulsing through your core. You pressed your lips together, trying not to give her the satisfaction.
Her brow creased and she frowned down at you. Disappointed pooled in her gaze and it made you feel awful. She slid her fingers out of you, shrugging and moving to get up.
You holt forward, hands wrapping around her thick forearm to pull her back to you. “No—fuck—please, Sev, please.” Your wide, pleading eyes helped lure her back. “Please. I need it. I need it so fucking badly.”
She sighed, pulling you close to her again by your hips, cradling them against her own as she pushed you back down into the couch. She kissed you once, gently. “What do you need, baby?”
All attitude was thrown out the window. All you could do was obey. “To cum—please, just let me—“
She forced her fingers back inside of you, having you crying out at the sudden stretch. She pushed your legs open, spreading them widen so she could fuck you deeper.
The room echoed with your cries. The sudden intrusion made the stretch so intense it was painful. The feeling mixed with the incessant pleasure drove your mind to an unreachable place. You were a babbling mess underneath her, mumbling pleas and begging for her to never stop. You were rendered senseless.
“Please…please, I’m so close.”
She rubbed her thumb over your clit and bit on the pulse point of your neck, the sharp sensation pushing you over the edge
Your vision went white as hot, immeasurable pleasure shot through your core. Your legs squeezed around her as she slowed her lace to a gentle rolling of her fingers to guide you through your orgasm.
The way she held you made all your bitching seem so senseless. She was ruthless but caring, attending to every need as she brought you down from your high. It felt as if you couldn’t move, lying limp underneath her as she took care of you.
“Good job.” She kissed your cheek. “I knew you could behave.”
All you could muster up was a whine as you pawed at her face, pushing her up so you could pull her in for a kiss. She settled into your lips, helping you relax as your heartbeat still pounded against your chest. Her hands gripped your thighs, your juices sticking to your hot skin.
She pulled back. “Careful, you don’t want to make me start again.”
You shook your head frantically, mouth still so dry yet searching for words but you couldn’t find any. So fucked out, all you could do was lie there and stare at her.
Your eyes were glassy and she smiled slightly at the state she left you in. “You okay, doll?”
You nodded.
“Okay,” she chuckled, sitting up. “I’d hate to scare you off too quickly.”
You made some helpless noise, clawing after her as you tried to push yourself up. It felt like you could hardly move your legs, and your hands felt numb.
She helped you sit up, pulling you across her lap to rest your head against her shoulder. “Though you seem quite comfortable.”
You giggled. “Just tired.”
She hummed, reaching around you to find a cigar on the coffee table. You watched her hold it in her lips as she leaned forward again to grab the lighter.
You just liked to watch her. She moved comfortably in herself, relaxing back on the couch as she puffed on the cigar. She made rings with the smoke, showing off to impress you, maybe.
She let you take a puff, but it wasn’t exactly for your taste. Instead, you just relaxed against her, listening to the slight boom of the bass through the walls. You couldn’t even remember hearing it until now.
Minutes passed, maybe even a half an hour as the two of you relaxed. You could feel your eyes drooping the longer you sat against her warmth.
“It’s late,” she observed. “Do you need me to walk you home?”
“So chivalrous,” you murmured, fixing the neckline and straps of your dress. You sat up straight, blinking slowly to meet her eyes. “I think I’ll be okay. Babette’s is just down the street.”
A crease formed in her brow. “You live there?”
You shrugged. “Yeah.” Your eyes fell to the floor. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Hm,” she hummed, adjusting the hem of your skirt so it was fully over your ass. Her limited reaction made you slightly nervous, but it was better than her overreacting. “I’m going to walk you home.”
She patted your hip, urging you to get up. Begrudgingly, you slid off her lap and to your feet. You stumbled, partially from the alcohol still in your system, but also from the ache in your legs.
Sevika held you against her, smiling. “Easy, baby.”
“Shut up.”
“Attitude's back already?” She teased, “I should’ve been meaner.”
You grumbled, waving your hand aimlessly to get her to stop talking. Hell, you would’ve loved if she fucked you with no restraint, but you couldn’t take any more. You worked all day, and she just knocked the wind out of you for so long.
She guided you towards the door, helping you walk as the two of you pushed through the front room. It was past midnight for sure, and the crowd had lessened, but those who were left were wasted and uncontrollable. You noticed how she held you away from everyone who seemed too intoxicated.
It was about then when you realized your underwear was still on the floor of the back room, but you didn’t give a shit. Maybe she’d keep it as a souvenir. You surely had the bruises on your neck to remind you of her for days.
