CW: Line Cook!Sevika x Waitress!Reader, Sevika and Reader both smoke cigarettes, credit to @coleggo on tiktok and twitter for the Line Cook!Sevika art, not proofread like....lowkey at all sorry <3
✿Sevika who works as a line cook for a mid level restaurant in the city. She went to culinary school in her youth, but after a long line of jobs in various fields and years of food service experience, she found herself committed to a generationally owned restaurant close enough to her place to walk. What more could a middle aged woman with bills and responsibilities ask for?
✿Sevika who doesn't talk much during her shifts. She clocks in, cooks, cleans, remains cordial to her coworkers, and clocks out. Everyday, like clockwork. Some of the other cooks, waitresses, and waiters gossip about what her life is like outside of work, what she does when she't not scowling or mumbling under her breath while cooking one hell of an appetizer. Nobody could figure out how to get through that icy cold heart of hers, until you start working there.
✿Sevika who notices you on your first training shift. Your perky ponytail and excited smile making her chuckle, figuring the labor and intensity of food service would change your attitude real quick. But as you train and learn the job, your smile never falters. You greet each guest with your pearly grin, treat each and every patron with kindness and patience, and even take the angriest rudest guests with that signature smile. Sevika notices it all. She catches herself watching you from the window into the kitchen, seeing your hard work manifest into the care you give each customer.
✿Sevika who cares about you way more than the other waitresses. She’s never rude or disrespectful to them, but everybody knows you’re her favorite. During slow shifts she helps you with your side work, she’ll make you fries when she knows you haven’t eaten all day, and never gets mad when you forget to ring in an order or mess up a couple things on a ticket. She know’s you work hard and is willing to do whatever she can to make it easier.
✿Sevika who sees your first real breakdown at the job. You were having an off day and couldn’t get into your usual swing of things, but once a customer chewed you out for bringing him the wrong order, you couldn’t help but crumble during your smoke break outside.
“Hey hey hey,” Sevika rubbed slow circles on your back as you sobbed, mascara and eyeliner running down your tear soaked cheeks as you tried to calm down “It’s alright (Y/N) breathe..”
“H-He was so mean!” You cried, trying to wipe away the makeup from your eyes with your sleeves. The black pigment stung your eyes and stained your shirt, the day just kept getting better and better.
A lit cigarette was tucked right between Sevika’s lips as she watched you with pain filled eyes. It hurt to see you cry over a stupid asshole, the food industry was filled with them and he wouldn’t be the last. “He was..thats why fuckers like him get the dropped burgers” Sevika joked, hoping her quip would distract you enough to make you grin.
You chuckled sadly and sniffled, looking at the older woman with bloodshot eyes and ruined eyeliner “True…thanks Sevika” You smile, giving her the thing she wanted the most.
✿Sevika who really tries to keep your relationship strictly work. She respects boundaries, maintains a safe distance, and doesn’t stare (too much..). But that all changes when the restaurant gets a new bartender. The guy was quite the flirt, whether it was with customers for tips or coworkers for a little something extra. A few waitresses and one other line cook all fawned over him, but Sevika could see right through his sleazy personality. She simply ignores him most days, until his flirting reaches you.
“Did he say something to you?” Sevika asks through the window in a hushed tone, nodding her head over to the new guy who was mingling with another waiter.
“Who Clint? Yeah, he asked about getting drinks after my shift, why?” You raised an eyebrow, grinning at the twitch in Sevika’s eye at the response. You never noticed it before but it was definitely noticeable.
“No reason, thought it was something about work…” She spoke, emphasizing the word she thought he should be focusing on instead of you. She couldn’t ignore the irritating feeling of jealousy that struck her heart. Sevika was usually so confident to make the first move, in any other capacity or environment she would have already sought you out. But this job meant a lot to her, and getting involved with a waitress as a line cook always ended in somebody’s demise.
✿Sevika who officially catches feelings that night when you invite her out to get drinks with you and Clint. You happened to invite a few other coworkers to make it a group hang out, which makes Clint regret asking in the first place. Because once you all close up the restaurant and head down the street to a local bar, all of your attention went to Sevika. Clint could barely attempt to flirt since you never left the older woman’s side.
Your drunk giggling echoed through the bar booth you and Sevika sat at. The rest of your coworkers were drinking at the bar top and watching the last couple minutes of whatever game was on, while the two of you sat and talked about everything but work. Sevika sipped something dark and strong, the amber liquid swirling in the glass as she swigged the last of it.
You were on your second dirty shirley, yapping about your newest obsession while Sevika pulled out her cigarettes. You noticed how intently Sevika was listening, her piercing grey eyes watching your every move, responding with an occasional ‘oh?’ or ‘and then what happens?’ to push you further into the story, even laughing at some of your silly jokes. It warmed your heart to see how much she cared about what you had to say, her attentiveness you making you swoon in drunken bliss.
“You w’nna cig?” She asked as you finish your drink, taking both of your glasses and putting them on the bar top.
You nod and stood up to head outside, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach when she opened the door for you..or ignore how hot she looked lighting the cigarette in her mouth. The way it hung lazily between her full lips made the warmth in your body wander down south. You reached up and took it from her lips, letting the pads of your finger brush delicately against her lower lip before bringing the cigarette to your own mouth.
Sevika paused, her mind racing as she watched you take a drag, her stomach coiling into knots while she imagined all the filthy things she could do with a mouth like yours. That’s when she realized she would need to have you, in more ways than one.
✿Sevika who walks you to your car later that week after a long shift. It was a holiday weekend in the summer, prime time for heavy restaurant traffic. You were both so tired as you crossed through the parking lot, city noises and late nightlife buzzing around you both as you walked in comfortable silence. Sevika was lost in thought, unsure how to express feelings she didn’t even realize she felt so strongly about. Everything about you pulled her closer, your sweetness and kind smile making her want nothing more than to make you hers tens times over.
“Thanks for helping with orders Vika, that last minute rush this evening was so unexpected.” You sighed, unlocking your car and opening the door to throw your purse inside. Your old used car was sitting under a buzzing street light, the warm summer air blowing a cool breeze through your thin uniform shirt. You shivered a little as you turned to the taller woman.
Sevika had her mech arm rested against the car door frame, peering down as you shivered from the cool air. She took her leather jacket off and wordlessly shrugged it over your shoulders, the warmth of the lining and smell of her cologne filling your nose.
“Vika you don’t have to-” You paused as her warm flesh hand caressed your cheek, eyes locking onto hers as her thumb brushed along your cheekbone.
“Don’t want my favorite girl getting cold..” She spoke, desire filled eyes gazing down at your gapped lips.
Your heart fluttered aggressively as she closed the gap, pressing her warm lips against yours in a satisfying kiss. The kiss tasted like smoke and something savory, your tired bodies pressing together as you wrapped your arms around her neck. The stress of the night melted away at her touch as she deepened the connection, your lips tangling beautifully with hers before pulling away slowly. You looked up at the woman with hazy lust filled eyes, biting back a goofy grin as she kissed your temple.
“See you tomorrow (Y/N)”
I have to stop coming up with new exciting things to write about instead of working on main things……but I won’t! 🥰
I got this idea from Coleggo’s art (which is incredible if you don’t already know) and their Sevika x The Bear crossover. She would be such a hot line cook it needed to happen.
this is kinda shit and short but as always, thank you for being here! ily 🥰
You and Sevika go out for date night drinks and dinner, but will Sev make it through the night with a vibrator inside her?
CW: afab!reader, pet names, mentions of reader on period, face riding, public sex, porn with very little plot, Sevika drinks but isn’t drunk
Word count: 2.4k
The dark of night peaked over the horizon outside of the large window you peered through. The golden amber and pink swirls of the sun setting added to the romantic aura of the jazz restaurant you sat in with your love next to you. It was date night for you and Sevika, and you suggested a new jazz club with raving reviews and a great wine menu.
The night was going perfectly so far, you sat in a dark booth near the back next to the window, had ample privacy, and a great view of the stage where a jazz band sat playing old hits and romantic ballads.
You hummed softly as you looked at the expansive menu, casually looking at the wine selection and caressing your girl’s trembling thigh. Sevika sat beside you with her head in her hands, thighs shaking under the table as she wiggled around uncomfortably. You bit back a smile as you opened your phone, trying to keep a neutral expression on your face while looking at the settings of the app controlling the vibrator inside Sevika. Your mind wandered back to a few hours ago…
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“Love, are you almost ready?” You called out, fixing your earrings and smoothing your dress out in the full length mirror in front of you. You wore a simple black satin midi dress, the softness of the fabric draping over your curves as you paired it with kitten heels and a striking red bag for a pop of color.
Sevika walked over from the other side of the room and admired your figure, her large flesh hand running over the soft fabric of your dress in adoration. You couldn’t help the flutter in your stomach at the sight of her in the mirror, she was truly a marvel to look at. She wore plain slacks and a matching black button up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows to show off her muscular arms and freshly polished prosthetic. Her short hair covered her eyes as she brushed her knuckles against the smooth satin of your dress and pressed a gentle love filled kiss on your shoulder.
“Ready when you are doll, but,” She paused and picked up a small box off your shared dresser “Wanted to try this tonight..”
She held up a vibrator box in the mirror, the image on the front showing the shape of the phallic object. The oblong head was shaped like an egg, and it trailed off into a long tail with a smaller vibe at the tip of it. Sevika bought it during your last anniversary as a gag gift and you never had an opportunity to put it to use.
You glanced at the box and continued with fixing your outfit, trying to ignore the throbbing heat that began between your thighs. “I came on my period this evening hun, I’d make a mess all over the restaurant..” your words trail off as you spin around in Sevika’s strong arms, running your hands along her broad shoulders with an innocent smile “But we could always test it out…some other way”
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Sevika panting softly brought you back to the present, her body tensing and releasing every few seconds while the vibrator hummed low and slow inside her spongy core. The agonizing vibrations burned and wrecked her in ways she hadn’t felt before, and the vibrator was only at a low setting. She had never been the object of this level of torture, and the intense pressure that gathered below her navel was something she couldn’t get used to. The constant low buzzing and lewd thoughts clouded Sevika’s mind to the point where she could barely speak.
Big strong Sevika was utterly speechless and at the mercy of you with a stupid app and a little vibrator that made her feel so soft and pliable, she was kinda getting off on it. The lack of control, the feeling of being so exposed in the crowded restaurant, everything about the evening pushed her so far out of her comfort zone that she couldn’t help but throb with need for release. You turned from your phone to check on your poor baby, your hand gently reaching out to caress her hair. You wiped away the sweat that started to bead along her hair line as you saw her body freeze under the feeling of your touch.
“How you doin’ Vika? Hm?” You cooed, her head peering up from her shaking hands to glance at you. Her pupils dilated as her lower lip trembled.
“I-Im…uh..good….” She mumbled, trying to clear her throat from the strangled noise that threatened to slip out. You bit back a smirk at seeing her all flustered, it wasn’t easy to get Sevika so riled up, but you could tell the effect of the vibrator was wearing into the older woman.
A perky waitress soon walked up to your table with water and silverware, she then introduced herself before pulling out a little pad of paper and a pen to take your order.
“We’ll start with a bottle of merlot for the table, and do you want anything else my love?” You asked Sevika with a sweet grin, her eyes flickering to you before shaking her head silently. The waitress nodded and left with a turn of her heel, leaving you giggling in your seat. Sevika’s silence and obvious struggle made you feel so powerful, having your girlfriend’s pleasure in the palm of your hand and seeing her so wrecked was intoxicating. It gave you a rush that you knew you’d have to chase until one (or both) of you were satisfied. Your hand moved to rub slow circles in Sevika’s back as your thumb pressed a button on your phone, increasing the vibrations from low to medium.
Sevika sat upright and groaned low and rough, her head leaning back against the booth chair as her eyes squeezed shut. The tail of the vibrator had a smaller clit stimulator at the tip, which rubbed painfully against Sevika’s sensitive nub. She was practically leaking through her boy-shorts as the vibrations ruined her from the inside. You could barely hear the hum of the vibrator, but the look on Sevika’s face told you it was enough to wreck her. Her flesh hand balled up into a tight fist while her mech hand gripped the table for dear life, trying to stabilize herself in the most discrete way possible. The vibrator was lodged so deep inside her pussy, the tip of the egg rocked against her aching g-spot deliciously, the intensity making her back arch away from the palm of your hand.
“Baby if it’s too much please let me know,” You whisper as you lean in closer to her ear, lips dangerously close to the sensitive skin as your nose nuzzled against her neck “It would be a shame if you made a mess all over the seat~” You chuckle darkly, your teasing words egging you both on in a game neither of you had a chance of winning. Sevika whined softly and tried to scoot away from your crude words, but her sudden movement made the tail end of the vibrations nudge her clit harder.
Sevika’s whole body jolted forward, her trembling hands finding their way back to hide her blushing face. She was so utterly embarrassed, the vibrations were fully controlling her mind and body to the point where she couldn’t even think straight. Her mind was fogged over with such pleasure, she had to resist using your hands to get her off right there under the table.
The waitress soon after brought over the bottle of wine in an ice bucket and two glasses, setting them in front of you both before asking about food and appetizers. You could tell Sevika would barely last through the bottle of wine, let alone a full dinner and possibly dessert.
“I think we’ll just stick with the wine for tonight,” You spoke clearly with a polite smile, Sevika’s silence remaining as she yanked the wine bottle from the bucket and poured a full glass for herself. The waitress nodded and furrowed her brow at Sevika’s actions before walking off.
You watched as your flustered girlfriend downed the first glass of wine, wiping her mouth clean before going in for another glass. You grabbed her hand and tried not to laugh at how desperately she gripped the glass with her mech hand.
“Vika slow down! The wine might make it worse.” You spoke with a cheeky grin as Sevika shook her head.
“Need s-somethin’ to distract me..” She grumbled and poured another glass, leaving you with less than half of the bottle left. You shook your head and laughed softly as you poured your own glass, knowing the night would end much differently now.
Sevika was at her wits end by the last sip of her third glass of wine. She was sweating profusely as her hips unceremoniously grinded against the seat below her, waves of intense pleasure coursing through her worn body. As you suspected, the expensive wine with notes of cherry and chocolate, only added to Sevika’s aching desire. The rich red wine coursed through her bloodstream and greatly added to the intense heat radiating off her (and inside her). And with the added pressure of you turning the vibrations on high, your girlfriend was past the point of caring about anybody else in that restaurant. She was soaking wet and ready to finish.
Before you could even register her movements, she pushed you out of the corner booth and onto your feet, pulling you by the hand towards the back of the building.
“Sev wait!-” You exclaimed as she pushed her way through people to get to the single use bathroom. She kept a look out for workers as she pulled you inside, locking the door quickly behind you as her large frame pinned you against it. Sevika panted heavily, her sparkly grey eyes pleading with you wordlessly as her thighs shook from intense pain and pleasure.
“H-Help me doll..it’s too much i’m f’nna lose it….” She groans, mech hand placed against the door for stability as her flesh one wrapped around the back of your neck and pulled you in for a filthy kiss. It was all tongue and warm breath as you french kissed her, your hands moving to loosen the belt secured along Sevika’s waist. You pulled down the belt and slacks before Sevika used her grip around your neck to pull you away from the indecent kiss and push you down onto your knees.
She pulled down her underwear to expose the obscene wetness dripping from them, it soaked through the thin fabric and coated her muscular thighs, your mouth drooling as you watched a droplet of slick drip from the neon pink vibrator going mad inside of her. She slowly pulled the vibrator out of her wrecked pussy and moaned as it exited, moving her mech hand from the door to grip your lower jaw and force your mouth open.
“Open wide..” She growled, the drenched toy still buzzing as she pressed it against your tongue, letting you taste the mess she created. You moaned at the salty taste of the toy as your tongue swirled around it, Sevika’s pheromones driving you wild as your spit mixed with her wetness that dripped from your mouth. The pornographic moan that escaped your mouth only made you hungry for more as you looked up at her through fluttering lashes. She pulled the toy from your mouth and moved her mechanical hand to grab a forceful fist of your hair, pulling your head back as she angled her hips over your mouth.
“You caused this mess, clean it up” Sevika smirked as she pushed your face directly into her warm mound. Your nose rested in the thick dark hair on her mons as you buried your tongue deep between her folds, lapping up her sweet secretion like you’d never eat again. The aromatic musk of her skin and sweat filled your nose while your hands found their way up to her ass, you gripped the plump skin desperately as Sevika moaned and whimpered on top of your face. The previous stimulations had her so gone that her needy thrusts against your warm mouth were uneven and haste, her approaching orgasm evident.
“F-Fuuck that mouth…” Sevika groaned seductively, the lewd sounds escaping her mouth making your thighs rub together to sooth your own throbbing “Got me s-so riled up, need you so bad baby..” The older woman babbled hopelessly over you, chasing the growing orgasm that threatened to rip through her very soul.
Her hips humped into your mouth fervently, strangled moans leaving her drooling lips as you hollowed your cheeks to suck on her clit. Your finger nails dig deep into her skin as your eyes open to watch the show on top of you. Sevika was coated in a thin layer of sweat, the sheen on her brown skin elevating her beauty as strands of hair stuck to her slick forehead. Her soft grey eyes were clamped shut as her hips moved in lazy circles against your wet tongue. The pleasure was so intense, she couldn’t bear to look at how perfect you looked on your knees in a dirty bathroom just to get her off.
The thought alone made the climbing orgasm in her stomach boil over and wreck through her body, her grip on your hair tightening as she let out a depraved moan while rutting into your sore mouth to ride out her high. Your jaw burned at just how hard she fucked your mouth, but you wouldn’t have it any over way.
You slowly pull away as thin strands of spit and slick connect you to Sevika’s pulsating core. You groan greedily and press an open mouth kiss directly on her sensitive nub, wishing you could surgically attach yourself between her muscular legs. She winced and flinched away, chuckling low and evil as she grabbed her pants and underwear from the floor.
“Enough of that, let’s get home so I can return the favor sweetness.” Sevika smirked as she helped you off the floor, this allowing you to dust your knees off while she put her slacks back on.
“I’m on my period remember?”
“Did I ask?” Sevika spoke with a dark look in her eye as she unlocked and opened the bathroom door, tapping your ass as you walked through it and towards the exit of the restaurant.
You couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks as you headed home with Sevika, the slight wobble in her step matching your bruised knees in perfect synchronicity.
Hi sweetiesssss! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
writers block has been fucking me raw with no lube so,,,i'm sorry for disappearing! it will probably happen again 😅
You know the drill, ily ily ily and thank you for reading!!! drink some water and remember to eat <3
modern!subtop!sevika, powerbottom!reader, pet names (doll, sweetheart, pup, etc.), scissoring, drunk sex (between consenting adults obviously……), Sevika is extra needy-
Word Count: 2.4k
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“Come on vika it’s just for a weekend!” You exclaimed, trying to hold your phone in Sevika’s face to show her the website you had been perusing. You’d spent the last 15 minutes trying to convince your stubborn girlfriend that she needed a vacation.
With the stress of both of your jobs, the mundanity of everyday living, and life in general, it felt like your relationship was falling into a hard domestic slump. Sevika was usually so busy and stressed that you were getting stressed just from her energy around your shared apartment. You happened to find a good deal on a resort stay in Jamaica, and the plane tickets weren’t too pricey that time of year. The thought of relaxing on the beach with a drink in your hand and Sevika next to you made your heart swoon and your stomach flutter.
The biggest problem was going to be getting the most loyal work obsessed person ever to take a break for once in her life.
“I have a lot of work to do (Y/N)..” she spoke tiredly, not looking up from the slew of paperwork on her desk. Her position as a diplomatic counselor was incredibly important, which meant she put all her time and energy into being as orderly and focused on the tasks at hand, which also meant you recently became second on her list of importance. The long nights of paperwork, meetings that ran well past her work hours, and early morning conference calls were starting to get in the way of the one you love- and the sex life you wanted back.
Sevika hadn’t touched you in weeks purely from stress, and she was usually too exhausted to be touched. So this trip was your big attempt to pull her out of the dark cloud of work and onto a sandy beach and a private resort.
“Sevika, my love, you work so hard.” You pulled her office chair away from her desk before plopping down on the larger woman’s lap, both your hands trailing up her clothed torso before cupping her strong jaw “I’m worried you’re spreading yourself too thin! You can take a couple days off from diplomacy to spend some time with me..can’t you?” You spoke softly, your eyes locking with hers.
Her tired grey eyes softened at the glint of hope in yours, her mech arm resting on your hip as she rubbed small circles into your side. Sevika knew how distant she had been for a while, and even at her busiest she missed the warmth of your touch. Work was driving her crazier and crazier by the day, and she hated letting it get in the way of her time and energy for you. She was truly starting to feel the effects of burn out, and a vacation away for a weekend would probably solve more than she ever realized. “Alright doll….if it makes you happy, we can take the trip-“
You squealed in excitement before she could even finish her sentence, peppering a million kisses all over her face as your legs kicked happily “Yay thank you baby! We’re going to Jamaica!!!!”
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After another week of planning and scheduling everything from resort stays, to transportation, to activities for a long weekend trip, the traveling day finally came.
You and Sevika woke up at the ass crack of dawn to get to the airport on time. She insisted on keeping up with everything you owned and acted like a dad the entire time. You just stood next to her while she handled getting luggage in the uber, handling passports at the airport, even when TSA stopped your carry on for a bottle of perfume she almost argued the guy down for it. You had to pull her away and assure her you’d get more later.
The flight was long but the moment you touched down on the island it was truly a paradise. The views on the shuttle to the resort were beautiful and sevika took a million pictures and grinned like a kid the whole ride. It made your heart swell seeing the child-like wonder in her eye as she looked at the lush green foliage and blue waters of Jamaica.
Once you made it to your resort and Sevika did a million different room checks of your bed and closets, you practically passed out across the bed. The plush hotel sheets felt like heaven after a day of long travel and you wanted nothing more than to sleep the weekend away already. But you were so excited for the trip that you made reservations for a romantic dinner on your first night of vacay together.
Sevika laid next to you on the bed, her flesh arm immediately finding your waist and pulling you close “I’m glad we did this..” she admitted softly, a gentle blush creeping up on her cheeks. Her honesty making up for any hesitance she had about taking a break.
You smiled happily “I am too. You deserve time off Vika…working is important but you need time for yourself.” You spoke quietly as you caressed her cheek, getting a bit lost in her stormy eyes before pulling her in for a gentle kiss. It was innocent at first, Sevika’s scarred lips moving against yours with knowing precision, like she had a map of your lips engrained in her mind.
But as her tongue grazed past your lower lip, your body moved faster than your brain as your leg swung over Sevika’s hip. She instantly grabbed the underside of your thigh and pulled you closer, the movement deepening the lust filled kiss.
Her clothed thigh slotted perfectly between your legs as her tongue explored your mouth, your body melting into her touch and your hips unceremoniously grinding against the muscle in Sevika’s thigh. She pulled away from the kiss and groaned against your lips, her flesh hand gripping the plump skin of your thigh as her mech hand slid down your stomach.
“Baby what about dinner-” you pouted, the sun was beginning to set outside and you wanted the romantic first night you planned.
She nodded and kissed along your cheek and down to your earlobe, nuzzling the skin around it with her nose before gently biting on your lobe “We can go after i’m done with you..” she purred in your ear, sending a flood of warmth straight to your clit.
“Noooo we can do this after dinner!” You exclaimed hesitantly as you pulled yourself away from your girlfriend’s strong grip to get dressed. Her bruising strength could overpower you any day, but she loved you too much to fight back. So she instead decided to grumble under her breath the entire time it took her to shower and get ready for dinner.
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Your legs carried your sluggish body through the halls of the resort. You and Sevika had a lovely dinner by the water front, and the food was some of the best cuisine you’d had in your life. But after an eventful dinner, Sevika insisted on “checking out” the resort bar next to the restaurant. And after one too many strawberry daiquiris and a couple shots of Jamaican rum at the bar, you two faced the challenge of getting back to the room.
You were no lightweight. But even after years of college drinking, adult drinking, and even some underaged indulgence, nothing could ever compared to whatever they poured you at that bar. Sevika was a tall lady, it took a lot to barely get her tipsy. You once tried to out drink her when you first got together, but you don’t remember getting home that night and woke up to a losers hangover. But even big strong Sevika was swaying on her way back to the room. You unlocked the room door and pushed inside, immediately stripping from your dress and heels as the intoxication made you all giggly and ready to lay down.
“Dinner was soooo good Vika” Your voice slurred a little as you laid on your back across the hotel bed. Sevika had been unusually quiet since you left the bar, but you were so drunk you barely noticed. She stripped down to her boxers and took off her mech arm before meeting you on the bed. As she hovered over you and buried her head into your chest, you casually ran your fingers through her hair, barely hearing the whiny groan that reverberated into your chest and sent the vibrations down south.
“You okay hun?” You ask, looking down at the love of your life cuddled into your skin. She was notably warm and fidgeting against your touch, her hips rutting against your leg as her soft grey eyes looked up to meet yours. Her pupils were heavily dilated and her hands gripped at your sides hopelessly.
“M-Missed your touch..” She groaned softly as her leg slotted between yours, grinding against the muscle in your leg needily. You rarely saw Sevika drunk, with her high tolerance and ability to control her intake. But with her guard dropped on vacation, you realized why you never saw her this inebriated. She’s a submissive horny drunk. “Missed you…” She whimpered pathetically, sending pressure to all the right places.
You move your hand to caress your lover’s cheek as your other free hand moves to assist Sevika in slotting her clothed mound onto yours. The poor thing was already soaking through her boxers as you pulled her close “You missed me sweet girl?” You spoke, helping her get into position “Show me” Your voice deep and sensual, sending a shockwave of heat and fire down to your love’s clit.
Her flesh arm looped under your leg and placed it over her shoulder as she settled on top of you, her covered clit bulging through her boxers and pressing against yours deliciously. Sevika moaned as her hips moved against your hungrily. You watched through hooded eyes as your big and strong girlfriend whined and whimpered for some over the clothes dry humping. Her eyebrows furrowed together and her eyes shut tightly as her clothed cunt weeped for more.
“Need-” She started, her voice trailing off as she got lost in the motion. Her eyes almost rolled back as she thrusted into you “..need more of you” She whined like a desperate slut. You moaned at the sight, your gorgeous girl getting so flustered on top of you she couldn’t help but whine oh so pathetically. It almost made you want to flip her over and make her cum all night. Almost.
“Okay sweet girl,” You cooed, helping her take off her boxers before taking off your own underwear. Once Sevika was freed from her damp cotton prison, she immediately got back into position and started grinding her needy clit into yours. Her slick coating you and your thighs while she moaned like a whiny pornstar on top of you. People often assumed because of her height and stature that Sevika was always on top, putting you through the mattress, and taking charge. But at times like this, you knew you had all the control.
“Fuck I love this pussy..missed it s-so much…” Sevika stuttered, your hands moving to grip at Sevika’s thick thighs as you moaned at the view of her between your legs. Her desperate movements sending pure pleasure through every blood vessel in your body.
“You look so good like this Vika…fuck you’re drowning me” You groaned out, throwing your head back against the pillows. Your own slick was adding to the sinful sounds that filled your ears and allowed for your girlfriend to move faster against your cunt.
“S-Shit you can’t say things like that” She whimpered as her hips sputtered, you could tell the liquor was helping her get her nut faster. You moved your hand to push her away gently before pressing into her lower stomach to rub her clit, collecting the sweetness you made together. As your other hand pulled her back down to grind harshly against your clit, your honey coated fingers slipped into Sevika’s mouth to coat her tongue.
“You know you like it, be a good pup and clean up” You mewled as your fingers toyed inside her mouth. Sevika moaned loudly at the taste and sucked your digits clean as her eyes rolled back. She rut against you like she was a wolf in heat while you watched in pure intoxicated arousal. The alcohol in your own system working to get you to the finish line just as fast.
“R-Right there vika mhnnn..” You moaned and met her thrusts, your eyes falling to watch your clits coat each others in perfect sinful melody. Your hand left her mouth and reached down to rub her clit with your thumb, the swollen nub slipping out to meet your thumb with every thrust. Sevika groaned pathetically and kissed the inside of your knee, her brain fuzzy and fogged out from the intense pleasure.
“(Y/N)..I-It’s too much baby please…” Sevika whined as her thrusts got sloppier, hinting to her impending climax “Please let me cum..”
“Let it out big mama, cum for me” You commanded as the tight coil in your stomach pulled tighter and tighter. When you looked back up, Sevika was gone and lost in her own gratification. Her eyes shut tight as her hips stuttered and seized, a strained sound leaving her body as thick white sap pooled at your core. It wasn’t long before the coil snapped and your own orgasm crashed into your body like a wave. Your toes curled as your vision went hazy, the come down mixed with the liquor spins making the pleasure even more enjoyable. Your bodies were coated in a thin layer of sweat as Sevika laid on top of you, trying to catch her breath and come down as well.
“Damn..I’ve never seen you like that Sevika” You laugh tiredly, the mention of her name making her sober up almost instantly. She sat up with wide eyes, her cheeks warming up as embarrassment flushed over her sweet face.
“Yeah um…I don’t get this drunk often.” She cleared her throat and stood at the end of the bed, stretching casually like she wasn’t just begging to cum on top of you less than 5 minutes ago. You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully, standing and walking over to kiss her soft lips.
“You know damn well it doesn’t take liquor for you to get whiny and bothered like that” You giggle and pull her to the bathroom to shower for bed. Another day of paradise awaiting you both.
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This took forever to finish and I deleted SOOOOO many drafts but...I hope you enjoyyy :)
Also I went to Jamaica back in 2021 and miss it everyday and wanna write about it so...maybe this will get a pt. 2 if ya'll like it!
I love reading your comments, don't be a stranger! Thank you for reading ily ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
⚬Sub!Sevika truther here. Like yes she has the strap on her, yes its big, and ribbed for your pleasure obviously, but……what about her needs?
⚬Sevika who loooves getting fingered. After a long day of fighting Silco’s battles and taking all the shit she has to endure, nothing eases her stress like going dumb on your fingers. She will suck, spit, gag, even ride your fingers after a hard day’s work as long as you tell her how perfect she looks taking you so well. Her needy pussy making a mess while her stress melts away at your touch.
⚬Sevika who has a huuge praise kink. You think the most loyal person in Zaun who’s constantly being thrown around and hurt wouldn’t melt at being called “good" for once? I think if you told her she did a good job at literally anything she’d get wet.
⚬Sevika who can’t touch herself anymore. When she tries, it’s never even half as good as when you do it. Something about the way your fingers move along her body, or maybe it’s how your tongue knows how to make her head spin. It gets so bad that you came home from work one day to find her in bed ass up trying to satisfy herself. Her big grey eyes filled with tears as her clit throbbed and dripped with sin.
⚬Sevika who wakes you up in the middle of the night, groaning pathetically as her hips buck into yours from behind. You stir awake to find her flesh hand in the waistband of your shorts while she whines in your ear about some dream she had. She practically begs you to wake up and help her, and when you claim you're too tired, she climbs on top and grinds her wet cunt into yours til sunrise.
⚬Sevika who secretly loves fooling around in public…but only when you do it. She tries to act tough like it’s so bad to sneak off from your friends, or when she playfully fights back when you try to touch her in a dressing room at the mall, but she never resists for long. She practically falls apart and soaks through her boxers when you push her into a bathroom stall at the movies, your hushed giggles and roaming hands making her stomach flip.
⚬Sevika who didn’t feel true love and devotion until she had sex with you. You took care of her in ways she had never experienced before. You took time to learn her body and find out what made her feel good, how she liked to be treated, and how to please her in ways brothels never could. It made her so comfortable around you, that her body willed itself to your every command.
FIRST WORK ON THE BLOG !!
This is lowkey really short and it's kinda ass since I haven't written in quite some time.........BUT I'm gonna keep working on my skills so I can give the people the raunchiest sevika content possible 🙂↕️
Your favorite DJ was performing a set for an underground event in your city, but you want more than barricade views. You want her.
SFW
CW: RaveDJ!Sevika, Fangirl!Reader, hard techno music, yearning and mutual pining, Sevika and reader are 4 years apart in age, mentions of reader smoking weed
Word count: 2.7k
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Music poured out of the old brick concert hall as sweaty bodies surrounded you in the thick crowd of people. The second to last DJ of the night was finishing their set as people cheered and screamed for the random artist you couldn’t even name. The rave event for the night featured a lot of great DJ sets, but you didn’t know any of the first artists. So you spent the beginning of the evening tapping your foot and swaying to the music, not impressed by the selection compared to the rest of the crowd. You were waiting for the main event of the night.
Your favorite DJ, The Enforcer, was performing as the closer for the event and it was mere moments before they came on stage. You saw them perform at your first college party as a freshman and you became obsessed with their music ever since. They gained a huge following on social media after graduating, so in true fangirl fashion you followed their sets and attended almost every single one. You were there from the smallest backyard, to their largest music festival performance with over thousands of attendees. You burned cds of their mixes when they weren’t available to stream, bought every exclusive merch item they dropped, and knew their signature producer tag by the first beat. You always had fangirl tendencies, but your love for The Enforcer ran deeper than any love you had experienced so far.
You loved their music so much, you willingly spent years following around a faceless artist nobody even knew the first name of.
No fan knew the true identity of The Enforcer, they kept their identity so private, their die hard subreddit fans couldn’t even guess their gender. Everyday you grew more and more desperate to know anything more about them, so now, you stood at the barricade of some concert hall you didn’t even know existed just to see the masked artist you adored.
As the DJ finished his set, the crowd pushed closer to the barricade and conversed excitedly for The Enforcer. Hundreds of adoring fans cheered when the multi-colored neon strobe lights soon shined bright purple, you grinned as smoke machines pumped thick puffs of smoke through the crowd. People screamed and cheered so loudly, you started getting nerves that sent tingles up your spine, you thought smoking before the show would help but your state of mind just made the purple haze more alluring.
Booming bass pumped through the speakers as a tall masked figure slowly walked out onto the stage. They stood tall and strong in the smoke as the purple light illuminated their dark shadowy figure, their face adorned in a high tech custom respirator with neon wires that glowed a bright purple and pumped a shimmery liquid through the mask. They wore a black cape with a large hood that covered their head and most of their body, leaving their arms exposed as well as their captivating grey eyes. Their mechanical arm matched the glowing purple tech of the mask, you watched intensely as they used the arm to reach up and to hold the mech hand in the air.
With a simple lift of their hand, they managed to command the entire room of excited rave goers into silence with one motion. The room was silent as the intro stopped, the glow of the strobes illuminating The Enforcer in heavenly purple light before their producer tag rang through the hall. The booming gravely voice blasted through the speakers before the beat dropped, causing everybody in the crowd to go wild for the mix. The hard techno style of music sent chills through your body as the people around you jumped and danced along to the beat.
You watched in pure adoration, your knuckles turning white from your death grip on the barricade. Everything about the masked DJ enthralled you. Their commanding presence, the control they had over the mixes and transitions in the music, even the view of their skilled hands working the deck captivated you in ways no other artist ever could. Their unique DJ style and devoted fan base created a community you felt truly at home in, and you were having the time of your life behind the barricade.
But you wanted more.
Your love for the masked artist ran so deep it was well past parasocial. You wanted to know their favorite color, how they liked their coffee in the morning after a night of partying and mistakes, you wanted..no, needed to experience every part of The Enforcer.
You needed to know what made them the person that gave you such a warm feeling in your heart. You needed to know how those strong hands felt on your skin. Feeling up your sides, gripping the plush of your thighs, you just knew their slender fingers would encase you in pure ecstasy.
Your mind raced at the thought of everything The Enforcer could be behind the mask, and you were determined to find out.
You could feel your heartbeat a mile per minute, the heavy rain outside the concert venue drenching you as you stood outside. The set wasn’t over, far from it. You raced out the show before the crowds of people would be leaving, determined to act out your shitty plan the weed in your system was telling you would be fool-proof. You had one chance to get the half-assed plan right, and if you fucked it up you’d regret it. But if you didn’t try at all, you’d regret it even more.
You slipped down the alley next to the venue and peaked behind the brick building where The Enforcer’s truck was. Two black minivans were parked behind and in front of a much larger blacked out sprinter camper. Their popularity had gone up so much, they were able to upgrade to a real tour bus and security. You felt a pang of pride for their accomplishments.
Two security guards stood outside the large van, their all black outfits and rain coats intimidating. You watched quietly in the rain as another guard came out of the back door and ushered them to come grab equipment. The Enforcer’s set was almost over and they would have to strike down quickly since they were the last performance of the night. The guards scanned the area before leaving, the door to the camper left exposed as they ushered into the building.
Your heart dropped to your ass, using the opportunity to haul it over to the door. You pull your hoodie up over your head and curse at the heavy rain as you grip the handle with hesitance.
“If it’s not open, it’s not meant to be..” You muttered before pulling at the handle with your shaky hand.
Click
As soon as it opened you gasped and booked it inside, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it breathlessly. You looked around the tour bus like you just stepped inside the MOMA.
The van wasn’t large but it was cozy. The entrance led straight to the driver side of the van before leading into the steps up to the rest area on the left. Black leather seats and tables lined either side of the caravan, accompanied by storage above them for bags and equipment. You stepped through the van nervously, taking in the view of the lived in tour bus with hesitance. Scattered fast food wrappers and crumpled garbage cluttered the small space, yet the whole bus smelled like a white musk and amber scent you hoped would stay in your nose forever.
You knew it was wrong to sneak onto your favorite artists tour bus, it was wrong to walk through like you were a groupie worthy of The Enforcer’s time, and it was especially wrong to open the back door of the camper into the small bedroom. Your brain was screaming and gnawing at you to turn around, save yourself the embarrassment from breaking into such a sacred place, but you ignored every instinct and opened the door anyway.
The room was cramped and littered with clothes, empty energy drink cans, and slews of tech equipment. An unmade bed was tucked away in the corner while a small table near it was covered in mechanical tools and half drank energy drink cans. The small messy space was nothing like the version of The Enforcer you created in your head. They seemed a lot more…lost than you suspected. Messiness and disarray exposing their state of mind more than the hidden secrets laced into their music. The dirty room grounded you in the moment, and in the deep shit you’d gotten yourself into, the anxious feeling in your stomach urging you to leave and never look back.
You turned to run out the room and beg whatever god was listening for forgiveness, when you noticed a tall cloaked woman was watching you with wide eyes. Her piercing grey eyes watching your movements with such precision you thought she would explode you with her mind.
“O-Oh shit i’m sorry!” You jumped and squeaked out, suddenly flushed with embarrassment as you tried to step back from the towering figure who stood 5 feet from you.
“I didn’t realize someone was coming, I-I was looking for the bathroom and-“ You lied through your teeth, not recognizing the person at first glance so you said whatever you could to make it seem like you weren’t a crazed fangirl intruder (even though that’s exactly what you were…..)
“It’s…you.” The woman spoke breathlessly, her face also flushing, yet darker than you expected. You looked confused, you didn’t immediately recognize the arm or black cloak, but those eyes. You’d know those eyes in a crowded room without your glasses on, it was them. Or better yet…her. The Enforcer, in all of her 6’1 glory.
“M-Me?” you asked softly, worry and anxiety beginning to creep up your body as you tried to memorize every detail of her face before she kicked you to the curb.
The bold short cut of her hair, casual after show attire underneath her signature black cloak, and high tech mechanical arm whirring softly was so much to take in up close. A million emotions could be seen on her face, her gorgeous sculpted face that you could not believe she’d ever cover with a mask. Everything about her from the dark blush on her cheeks that matched the supple brownish red of her lips, to the gap between her teeth you could barely see between her gaped lips, you were practically eye fucking her with no shame. Completely forgetting the fact you were breaking and entering…
She took a step closer to you, snapping you out of your dazed state making you realize the severity of the situation.
“I’m sorry!” you blurted out, anxiously pushing past her and running out of the van into the freezing rain.
You ran and ran until you couldn’t run anymore, how could you betray the trust of your favorite artist? You felt so ashamed, your legs ran you all the way home until you were breathless and sobbing. How could you ever face her again?
Sevika paced angrily around the camper, anxious hands running through her short hair and gripping the jet black strands with fervent. She couldn’t believe you were right in front of her, snooping through her things and acting as if you were in some sort of trouble for being there. She knew your face, you were her biggest fan and number one admirer from day 1, she noticed you at every show you attended. From the moment she saw you at her small college shows, her heart yearned for the moment she could talk to you. She wanted to learn your name like lyrics to a song, poke and prod your brain to find out why such a beautiful soul liked her stupid bedroom metal techno fusion music enough to come to every single one of her shows. No matter how much she gained popularity on social media and in crowd size, she always looked for your sweet face among the crowd. It gave her the confidence to perform and be the best she could be, to impress you.
You had no clue of Sevika’s true feelings and since you left so fast, she couldn’t wrap her head around what to say until it was too late.
She paced the van until her manager, Mel walked into the camper. Her coily hair was slicked back into a low bun and she wore a crisp white blazer and perfectly pressed jeans flared over white heels. She was so pristine and heavenly, it was a wonder she took the time to manage Sevika who was so bold and brash. They met in college as music majors, and since then Mel managed so many artists across so many genres, yet Sevika remained her only DJ and closest confidant.
“Who was that I saw leaving?” Mel asked, not even looking up from her phone as she sat on the nearest seat to continue sending emails. She worked so hard, tirelessly everyday to manage her clients and keep them happy, but she could sense Sevika was currently far from it.
“I…I think it was that fan I told you about” Sevika let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. She looked around the van at all the disarray you had seen, and it filled her with shame no industry hater could replicate.
“What?” Mel finally looked up from her phone and looked around in a slight panic “She was…in here!?” She exclaimed. Mel was used to crazed fans, but none had the audacity to run onto her clients tour buses. You were truly a special case.
Sevika sighed and started picking up her mess around the van, not listening to Mel’s rant about security and ‘keeping her and the tour bus safe’. She didn’t care about any of that, your perception of her was hanging in the balance and something had to be done about it. She continued cleaning and throwing trash away while Mel followed in the small space with a click of her heels.
“Where were the guards?? I have to beef up security for you and-”
“Mel, none of that matters to me.” Sevika cut her off, stopping in her tracks and spinning so Mel crashed right into her chest. The curly haired girl didn't even stumble as she gawked at the larger artist, looking up at her while crossing her arms.
“None of it matters? Sevika this is your safety we’re talking about! You don’t even know that girl-”
“You know I can take care of myself, safety isn’t the issue. Plus, she’s been to all of my sets. I know her well enough” Sevika grumbled, shrugging as she put the collected trash in the bag to be taken out. Mel sighed and shook her head, she knew her star DJ was in over her head about a fan she never even had the confidence to bring on stage after all these years. But in all of Sevika’s stubbornness, Mel couldn’t help but feel for the lovesick fool.
Sevika plopped on the van seat and buried her head in her hands. Even though the show went great, and the crowd loved the new mixes she debuted, she couldn’t get her mind off you. How you looked even prettier up close instead of behind a stupid barricade..how she could have had you with a few simple words..how much she regretted years of not interacting with the people that enjoyed her craft the most, all because of her fears.
“I need to find her..” Sevika mumbled from shaky hands before placing them down to look up at Mel who had sat across from her at the table.
“Sevika…as your manager it’s my job to keep you satisfied. But as your friend, I want to make you happy,” She spoke softly, placing her gold ring clad manicured hand over Sevika’s “So if you really want to find this girl, I’ll help you” She smiled through pearly white teeth, unsure about the situation but trying to put on a brave face for her friend.
"Really?" Sevika grinned and squeezed her hand gently “Thanks Mel..”
“Anytime Enforcer” She teased and laughed, pulling her phone back out to do some digging on the mystery fan.
Sevika sighed and laid back against the seat, watching as her small crew of security and the tour bus driver all piled onto the van to get ready to leave the venue. She peered out the window to see a couple fans exit from the building to see the van, their yelling and pining for Sevika’s attention making her stomach turn. She wanted that affection and adoration from one person, and this time she wasn't letting you go.
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RAAAAHHHH NEW FIC ALERT NEW FIC ALERT!!!
Sooo I was gonna start the 2nd part of 'A Weekend in Paradise' but got distracted thinking about DJ!sevika.....sorry 😅
I think her style would be hardcore and a little weird, so the best comparison would be DJ Jovynn if you want an example of hard techno!
As always, thank you for reading! I love seeing all the notes and reblogs, and your comments always make me smile 🥹
Please let me know how you like it! I promise smut will come soon, and so will ya'll after i'm done writing the next part >w<
Your favorite DJ was performing a set for an underground event in your city, but you want more than barricade views. You want her.
NSFW
CW: RaveDJ!Sevika, Fangirl!Reader, hard techno music, yearning and mutual pining, Sevika and reader are 4 years apart in age, mentions of reader smoking weed, messy makeout, reader!receiving head, praise and dirty talk, dumbification if you squint reaally hard, pussy slapping, Vika has a tongue piercing and is cocky as fuck, consensual power dynamic, reader is written with curly hair and glasses (but anyone outside of that is more than welcome to read),
Word count: 5.2k
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
You groaned at the sound of your blaring alarm as the scorching sun bled through your sheer curtains, the bright light hurting your tired eyes after a long sleepless night. The dark bags and puffiness under your eyes matching the exhaustion all over your face.
You blindly grab your glasses and slip them on before turning off the alarm and shuffling your tired feet to the kitchen to make breakfast. The events of last night wore heavy on your sluggish body as you recounted all the shitty things you did. After thoroughly embarrassing yourself in front of your biggest inspiration and favorite artist ever, you spent the night crying and scrolling through social media looking at all her posts. Hurt and jealousy burned like hot coals through your chest as you saw thousands of comments on the masked’s ones instagram post about the previous night.
‘Enforcer we love you!!’
‘Love your mixes, come to brazil!’
‘We waited outside your tour bus all night! thanks for the great show <3’
The last comment made you groan from the mere thought of other fans acting just as crazed as you did. Celebrities and smaller known artists deserve privacy and respect, and you knew that all too well. But you couldn’t help but dream about seeing The Enforcer in that tour bus, her wide eyes and scarred lips seared into your brain like you’d been branded.
Never in your life did you think she would be so…beautiful. She had a kind of beauty that made your chest coil tight at the thought of her chiseled features and soft brown skin. Your heartbeat quickened at the mental image of her without the mask, and you racked your brain for all the times you could have seen her in passing and never known. But after some pointless doom scrolling and relentless digging through old college memories and music events, you couldn’t find a single photo of the woman without the mask. The Enforcer really did her due diligence to make sure her identity was never to be found.
A harsh knock at the door startled you, pulling you from your Enforcer induced daydream you found yourself in quite often. You walked over and you opened the door to see a brown skinned woman with gold accessories adorned through her hair and jewelry. She wore a tight fitting white athleisure set, expensive white running shoes, and had on big thick sunglasses that hid most of her face. A taller tan man stood behind her, his all black attire and matching sunglasses making the pair look more threatening than they realized. Or maybe they knew and just wanted to scare you…
“Good morning! My name is Mel,” She spoke cheerfully, reaching out to give you a firm handshake before pulling out her phone to look through a list she had ready to go. Her clean attire and delicate features looked familiar, familiar enough to make you feel imposed in your big shirt and basketball shorts combo. The bonnet on your head completing the outfit and making you feel overly underdressed.
“G-Good morning, Im-” You went to introduce yourself, but the guard interrupted your thought by holding out a neon purple flyer with a wristband on top.
“No need, we know who you are love, this is for you!” Mel said she handed you the items. As you look down at the flyer for the underground rave you already had plans on going to, you realize it was the second stop of the Enforcer’s tour. And with the previous night’s excursions, you were trying to stay as far away as possible out of fear (and second hand embarrassment).
“Oh, um…thank you? But I uh..can’t make it” you slipped up on your words and gave the two a weak grin. Mel looked up from her phone with a confused expression written all over her beautifully symmetrical face.
“Oh? May I ask why?” Mel asked politely, yet you noticed her eyeing you up and down even behind the shades. You could barely read her tone or hear the sarcasm dripping from her smooth voice, but you knew her eyes felt like daggers behind the large sunglasses.
“I…” You paused, the events of the tour bus coming back to you in hazy waves “think..I came down with something!” You added, your lie sounding as fake as the cough you forced out to make your story seem even slightly plausible.
Mel sucked her teeth and typed something in her phone before putting it away “Alright well, hope you get better soon! We’ll have to tell The Enforcer you denied her personalized invitation.” She spoke with a slight smirk, the emphasis on the name drop forcing you to tear your eyes from the poster to lock into Mel’s powerful gaze.
“Huh??” You gawked, realizing where you knew the prim and proper woman in front of you “You must have the wrong apartment..” You ranted, truly not believing your fuck up from last night put you into the grasp of The Enforcer and her influencer manager with millions of followers.
Mel_Medarna was a powerful force in the music industry. Social media played such a big role in the biggest hits of new music, Mel (thanks to the help of her powerful record label owning mother) was able to tap into a niche influencer/artist manager role that allowed her to blow up astronomically. You couldn’t believe she was standing in front of you, let alone inviting you personally to anything she’d be at. Mel removed her sun glasses and grinned softly, taking a small step towards you as she took the flyer from your hand and held up the wristband.
“This invitation has been specifically reserved for you. The Enforcer speaks very highly of you, and she would like to formally invite you backstage tonight” Mel’s words rang through your ears like bells, the thought that your mere presence on the tour bus got you a backstage pass made your heart almost leap out of your chest.
“So, can I inform my client of your attendance?” Mel asked with a tilt of her head, her flowy curls bouncing with the movement.
You slowly nodded and took the flyer back, her words repeating in your head as the wristband was dropped in your other hand.
“Perfect! We’ll have a car waiting for you out front at 9” She smiled and put her sunglasses back on before leaving with her guard in tow behind her.
They left you in front of your studio door; shock, horror, and pure elatement coursing through every atom in your body. As soon as you entered the sanctity of your home and closed the door, an internet obsessed fangirl level squeal left your body that pierced your own ears and took all the air out of your lungs. As you fell happily onto your bed, the only thought in your brain was,
“What the fuck am I gonna wear???”
You tried to pull your mini-skirt down as much as you could, the tight fitting fabric squeezing in all the right places as you wiggled nervously in the back of the blacked out chauffeur car. The driver said very little to you, and kept speaking into a black walkie that barked orders about the upcoming event tonight. You always knew The Enforcer was on the up and up with her career, but you never realized how important she truly had become.
The driver soon pulled up to a grand concert hall, the large glass windows and bright lights making your stomach flutter at the sheer beauty of the building. As you exited the car, you said a small thank you to the chauffeur before heading inside.
Mel met you at the entrance, her guard and a few other scary looking men and women stood with her awaiting your arrival. Mel wore a white two piece set with fur lining the collar and thigh high boots. Her curly hair fell down over her shoulders and framed her face in a way you couldn’t help but envy. She was always so put together, it made you wanna look the part just to stand next to her. You shuffled over and waved at her and the guards, “All this just for me?” You joked with a small smile, Mel grinning and her guard actually chuckled.
“Actually, a few of them, yes!” Mel laughed and interlocked her arm with yours before pulling you towards the back of the building. Her friendliness and warmth eased a bit of your anxieties as her guard led the both of you through the halls of the large venue, tall ceilings and chandeliers inside the extravagant space nothing like what you were expecting before tonight.
“S-” Mel paused before clearing her throat “The Enforcer, made me promise to keep you safe and happy before the show. And, she requested extra back up for the journey” she said with a nod to the guards who followed safely behind you both.
You nodded and looked around nervously at the building you had stepped into, so in awe of the space that you didn’t even notice the slip of the name. Your miniskirt, heeled boots, and sheer baby tee felt out of place in the grand building as you trailed alongside Mel and her guard like a lost puppy. You soon found out his name was Jayce, he was Mel’s personal security guard and they were inseparable. You saw the way she’d whisper things to him in between checking her phone, making his normal stoic face scrunch in laughter. He led the both of you through the nicer parts of the building, then through dark corners and saw trap looking hallways. At this point your stomach was well past butterflies, it felt like mothman and his little friends were throwing their own event in your intestines. You should have been a little scared, maybe even anxious about where these people (who you just met..) were taking you. But none of that mattered, because you were about to meet The Enforcer. Jayce opened one last door to a rickety freight elevator that looked like it was used to carry people in and out of mines, your grip on Mel’s arm tightening as a light flickered above you.
“It’s not that scary, I promise” Mel winked before taking Jayce’s outstretched hand to assist her onto the moving metal deathtrap. You unlinked from Mel and took the hand of one of the female guards, allowing her to help you into the elevator before they sealed it up. The metal box slowly descended down, bringing you all the way to the lowest basement level. Once everyone got off and journeyed further into the dark grimy basement, you heard the slow build of bass music and strobe lights illuminating bright enough to see from far away.
Jayce led the group off the beaten path to a side entrance door, opening it to reveal a very well kept green room. The walls were covered in graffiti and writing from past artists and djs who’d performed there, and the hard concrete floor was covered in persian rugs that looked worn yet loved. Snacks, drinks, and liquor littered a nearby table that sat across from a set up of worn in leather and vintage corduroy couches. You looked at the art covered walls and grinned at the few names you did know, seeing a couple DJs you enjoyed and a few rappers.
“So,” Mel interrupted your snooping, sitting cross legged on the arm of one of the couches as she read from a list on her phone “The Enforcer goes on in about 10 minutes, keep that wristband on so security knows you’re with us. The show is only about 2 hours so you’re more than welcome to relax back here!” She said with a smile, her radiance made you smile in return.
“Thank you for…all of this Mel. I can’t believe I'm here..” You mumbled the last part, biting back an excited child-like grin as you peaked at the snack table. You could barely eat, you were so electrified to properly meet The Enforcer, your stomach was in knots. You thought about her strong features and piercing silver eyes watching you, the strength of her gaze etched into your brain so deep you could feel it. You just had to wait for the show to end.
Off the green room door, a wide stage sat at the head of the large basement venue with low ceilings and concrete beams that stabilized the cramped space. It was a huge juxtaposition of the elegant concert hall above, but it made the perfect spot for a rave.
The show was a major hit. The Enforcer performed a similar mix to the one from the previous night, but the beat was changed and she added extra flair to make it unique. You watched meticulously from the sidelines of the stage, your eyes studying the form and technique that allowed her skills to translate perfectly from flesh to mech hand. Her eyes looked so focused on her deck, yet you caught the split second she glanced over to where you stood next to Mel. It made the moths in your stomach start partying all over again.
Everything after that felt like a blur, and before you knew it people were cheering for her final mix. The crowd was so lively and dynamic you could practically see the grin behind her mask. She waved at the crowd and gave her silent thank yous, her fans shaking the barricade and screaming her stage name so loudly it gave you an out of body experience. You could picture yourself in their shoes, screaming and having the time of your life thanks to the DJ you spent so long adoring from the crowd. It was surreal to go from an adoring fan, to standing backstage alongside The Enforcer’s own manager.
Her dark frame soon vanished from the stage, the hustle and bustle backstage starting rapidly as people crowded around the woman to shuffle her off the stage to the green room. You followed behind the pack, sitting on the worn leather couch waiting until the perfect moment to ‘properly‘ introduce yourself. Mel was off ushering the rest of the team to pack up the equipment while Jayce helped the masked DJ remove her show attire. She started with the cloak, then the headset she wore underneath, and finally the mask.
You couldn’t help but stare as she set the mask down, turning to you with gentle eyes and an unreadable expression. Jayce took the clothes away and left you two alone in the green room. You stood and went to speak, but lost all courage as she stepped towards you. The view of her sharp jawline and muscular figure had you at a complete loss for words, never imagining this much woman could be under a silly cloak and mask.
“Thank you for coming,” Sevika spoke first as her hands balled up into tight fists and released repeatedly. You could sense her nervousness, which allowed you to ease your own. “I didn’t think you would..”
“After last night I almost didn’t” You chuckled and gave her a nervous smile “But I wanted to introduce myself properly, and say how sorry I am about…everything” Your words hung in the air as Sevika looked down at your fidgeting hands. You both looked like a couple nervous kids, not knowing what to say or even how to say it.
“I know who you are, if anything I should introduce myself first” Sevika grinned and held out her flesh hand “I’m Sevika, it’s great to finally meet you (Y/N)”
Sevika. Her name tasted like sweet honey and jasmine on your tongue, the missing piece to your hopeless fangirl romance was so worth the wait you couldn’t help but smile wider at her words.
“Well, lovely to meet you Sevika.” You shook her hand with a firm grip, trying to ignore the obvious hand size difference..or how calloused and perfect they felt against your own. The realization alone made your brain haze over in Sevika shaped clouds. You tried to keep calm, cool and collected as you both sat on the couches and got to talking.
You found out Sevika was a senior at your college when you saw her live your freshman year. Her first real set was at Mel’s sorority house, and she noticed you out of every other drunk girl at the house show. Your energy and personal style was such a contrast from her peers, you couldn’t help but catch her eye in the crowd. Even after she graduated she never stopped thinking about you. You changed so much through college and post-grad, and she proudly watched that growth from the stage. She never got the chance to actually talk to you after her shows, but with Mel’s internet prowess, Sevika was able to find out more about you than she anticipated. You wanted to be surprised, but your digital footprint was tragically detailed. So tonight, while Mel and her team handled striking equipment and Jayce loaded the tour bus, you two finally talked. About your life, her life outside of being a DJ, your current job and hobbies, and not once did you bring up the tour bus or your fanship. Until she did.
“So..should I bring up what happened last night?” She asked with a small smirk, your skin immediately burning as your face flushed crimson.
“Ummm…..no you should not,” You laughed and bit your lip nervously, noticing how her eyes flicked down to the taut skin “Tell me more about your tour!”
“No no no I think we should definitely talk about it” Sevika chuckled, a genuine gut chuckle that made the little gap in her front teeth more prominent. You bit back a cheesy grin, promising yourself to the sound of her laughter.
“I would say I’m mad you broke into my tour bus, snooped in my room, and left without saying goodbye,” Sevika started, her smirk growing. She gently pinched your chin between her fingers and lifted your head, grey eyes capturing you in her dominant gaze.
“But how could I be mad at my biggest fan?” She mewled.
Your stomach churned at her words as you locked eyes with the larger woman. From the warmth of her hand on your chin, to the close proximity you didn’t even realize you were both closing, everything about the moment felt like a dream. Her warm breath tickled your nose as you both inched closer, it felt like a solid thread wrapped around your hearts and pulled you closer and closer as parted lips yearned to connect. You were never one to take risks. The tour bus was the worst thing you’d done in a long time, yet it has led to the best night of your life. So what was one more risk?
In an instant, you took the leap and closed the gap, soft lips meeting scarred ones in mutual want and union.
The kiss was like nothing you could explain in simple words. She tasted like nicotine gum and whiskey, a pre-show ritual of hers you found out from….certain online sources. The smokey mint taste mixed with that white musk and amber scent you couldn’t get enough of. It filled your senses and captivated you in ways you never imagined, and if you weren't whipped for the woman before tonight, you certainly were in deep shit now. Sevika’s immediate acceptance of the kiss pulled you back into those Sevi shaped clouds, her scarred lips moving passionately against yours while her arms moved to hold your waist. Your right hand moved up to grip a fist full of Sevika’s black t-shirt, pulling her impossibly close to you as your left hand ran through her short haircut and gripped on the strands.
“Ah f-fuck..” Sevika groaned against your lips, hands moving to feel the soft plush skin that peaked out under your shirt. You grinned and tugged on the follicles of hair, pulling away from the kiss and holding her head back enough to press feather-like kisses on her neck. You reveled in her scent as your lips moved with precision, nipping at the skin softly as to not leave marks, but enough to get those sexy noises out of her.
“You’re so gorgeous Sevika..” You purr against her skin, the sound of her name coming off your lips making her growl under her breath. You said it like you wanted to get fucked.
In less than a second, she reached up and took your hands, quickly pushing you onto your back and pinning your arms over your head on the couch. She hovered over you with a settled leg between your own, her larger mech hand pinning both of yours easily while her flesh hand stayed planted at your waist.
“I should be telling you that doll.” She smirks, your wide eyes and warm pulsations showing your obvious arousal at the nickname. The pet name reverberated through your chest and had you soaked through the g-string that accompanied your very short skirt.
Sevika’s lips soon met yours again, her tongue slipping through to french kiss as she used her flesh hand to reach up your shirt. You felt a little metal ball bounce between your teeth, your legs shaking at the feeling of her tongue piercing exploring your warm mouth. Her calloused fingers push your shirt and bra up to toy with your hardened nipples, the sensation sending shockwaves from the top of your head down through your toes. Your body was aflame as she felt you up, warm hands coaxing your brain into mindless submission as she pinched your nipple and rolled it between her fingers. You moaned into the kiss and tried to wiggle free from her strong grip. You wanted, needed to feel her, feel every bit of her in every nerve under your skin, in every capacity possible. You pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you two in pure heat and passion.
“S-Sevika please…more please~” You begged, eyes hazy as you looked up at her with as much seduction as your mushy brain could muster. She groaned at the sight of you as her flesh hand reached up to slip her thumb past your plump lips. You instinctively wrapped your tongue around the digit and swirled it around, your eyes fluttering shut as you sucked obediently on her thumb.
“Good girl, but in order for me to do anything you must use your words doll” She grinned devilishly, moving her head down to your neck to kiss along your earlobe “Tell me what you want baby..”
Her words made your stomach flip as her thumb soaked in your mouth, Sevika’s lips moving from kissing your ear to biting down along your neck. The older woman went to work at marking you up, since she spent so long watching you from afar, she was determined to claim you properly. You squirmed helplessly and moaned around her thumb, pursing your wrecked lips to kiss it gently.
“Please Vika please take me, I need you, all of you deep inside me baby please..” You whined, willing to beg and plead for any kind of release to your soaked core. Your words caused a soft moan to escape the woman on top of you, her thumb sliding down from your mouth all the way down past the hem of your skirt.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” She smirked, thumb pressing against your covered clit. The sensitive bud pulsed against her digit and caused you to moan loudly. Sev quickly covered your mouth with her mech hand and laughed quietly.
“Shhh doll someone will hear you,” Sevika spoke above a hushed whisper, an evil smirk on her face as her thumb moved in agonizingly slow circles “And we wouldn’t want someone to see you all spread out in this little skirt for me, would we?”
You hesitated, the mind numbing feeling of her thumb not allowing you to process most of what she was saying. But a merciless SLAP to the sensitive area made you choke out another loud moan that muffled behind the cool metal of Sevika’s hand.
“Answer me” She growled, soothing the slap by returning to the slow circling motion. You whimpered and nodded fervorously under her hand, eyes rolling back in pure bliss as she quickened the pace.
Sevika continued her rough kisses and territorial biting down your neck and chest, simply lifting up your skirt to kiss along your inner thighs instead of removing it fully. Something about the sight of you half-clothed and fucked out for her filled the woman with pride, and desire. Her flesh hand put one of your legs over her shoulder, and pinned the other to your chest. Her mech hand stayed covering your mouth as she licked a long stripe over your cloth covered clit, your body tensing as you let out a shaky moan. The electrifying pleasure was so much to handle, your hips bucked up into her mouth for more. The woman tightened her grip on your pinned leg and pushed you further into the couch.
“Don’t move, or i’ll stop” She warned as she pulled your g-string off with her teeth. You moaned pathetically and nodded, watching her lewd movements as she peeled off your slick underwear from your even wetter pussy. The honey-like fluid glistened on your sensitive bud as it throbbed with need. Sevika couldn’t help but moan at the sight, her underwear dampening at the view of you so desperate under her. She never thought seeing your precious face front and center at her shows would lead to such sweetness.
She flattened her tongue and licked slow and steady between your folds, your arousal dripping down her chin as your back arched off the couch. Her tongue piercing added an extra cruel pleasure to the lick, the warm metal adding that perfect resistance to make you whine and groan under her touch. She lapped at your core hungrily as her grip on you tightened. Your taste and pheromones filled Sevika’s senses deliciously, her nose resting on your mons as she ate you like she’d never eaten before. It was messy, carnivorous, and downright obscene how perfectly she ate you out. But the way you moaned and sobbed under her, legs shaking like the pleasure was already too much to handle while you practically drooled in pure bliss, had Sevika utterly enamored.
She’d been with very few fans in the past, and had plenty of women thirsting for her on the regular. With or without the mask. But, your love and desire felt completely different from the others. Your body and spirit called out to Sevika in a harmonious way, it felt like a deep longing she never connected with finally broke into her tour bus and captured her heart.
She moaned against your skin, relishing in your flavor as her mech hand moved down from your mouth to pinch your nipple again. You let out a pitchy whine and moved one hand to hold your pinned leg steady while the other covered your mouth, you were trying so hard to be good for Sevika you bit down on the skin to silence your cries of pleasure. The slow build of your orgasm grew as Sevika pulled herself and her flesh hand away to rub your clit, while her lust filled eyes watched your delighted expression.
“You taste so sweet doll, can’t get enough of this pussy” She moans, licking her lips in pure indulgence at your flavor. A blissed out euphoric giggle left your mouth as you moved your hand, covering her mech one with your fingers as you gently squeezed.
“It’s all y-yours..” You whimper, hips bucking against her slick covered hand. Sevika smirked and slowly slid her middle finger between your folds, pushing the extremity deep into your warm walls. You felt yourself fill up so perfectly, her finger fit the mold of your body like a glove, causing a strained whine to leave your lips.
“Mine huh? You want me to own this pussy?” Sevika spoke as arrogance dripped off her tone “Haven’t made you cum once and you’re already so good for me doll” She cooed, letting you adjust to one finger before adding her ring finger alongside it to stretch the tight fit. You couldn’t bite back the pornstar quality moan that left your lips, your hands reaching out to pull the woman close enough to crash your lips against hers.
You were both in the throes of each other’s pleasure, lost in messy spit filled kisses and harsh thrusts of Sevika’s hand. Her strong wrist moved expertly to rub your clit with her thumb while fucking your cunt roughly with her two fingers. Your whole body rocked with the force of her hand as you tried to focus on the kiss. The build up in your core threatened to spill over as you pulled away from the deep connection, eyes rolling back in your head as Sevika latched onto the other side of your neck left bare. She was so enthralled in your pleasure, she couldn’t help but bite down on your soft skin as the pads of her fingers hit the spongey entrance to your cervix.
“F-Fuck baby you’re gonna..” You paused, the build up getting more and more intense as your moans and needy whining echo through the greenroom “G’na make me c-cum Vika” Your voice slurred as your hips met each lewd thrust.
Sevika licked over the large hickey on your neck, her pace never faltering as she let her piercing nudge against each mark. The slight pain sensation sent you toppling over the edge, the strongest orgasm you’d ever experience crashing over your body in tsunami size waves. You sobbed at the intensity, legs seizing as your brain turned into straight mush. Thick creamy sap coated Sevika’s fingers as she slowed down her pace, letting you ride out your high on her digits while she coaxed you down.
As she slowly pulled her hand away from your heat, she lifted her soaked fingers and licked them clean, her sharp gaze never leaving yours as you looked at her through soaked lashes. You sniffled and whimpered, already missing the feeling of her deep inside you. She gripped your chin possessively and squeezed your cheeks together, mewling at your sweet worn out face.
“Such a good girl, sweet thing like you deserves the world” She mumbles softly, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead before helping fix your clothes. You chuckle tiredly as she slips your underwear into her pocket before helping you up off the couch.
“What are you planning on doing with those?” You ask with a raise of your brow, Sevika shrugged and grabbed the last of her things from the show.
“No idea what you’re talking about love,” She cooed and grinned, slipping her free hand around your waist and kissing your temple “You wanna get outta here? Maybe..back to my hotel?” She asked, biting back a smirk behind that gap you couldn’t get enough of.
“Only if you tell me what you’re planning with those panties Sevika!” You laugh, letting her lead you out of the greenroom with the guide of her strong arm.
Your legs still felt weak from before, so you lean against her as you both head out of the basement, hand in hand with everything you ever wanted.
This was waaaay longer than intended but still so happy with how it turned out!
Also, yes i'm glazing Mel in a lot of this, yes it will happen again. She's so pretty and perfect she needed a place in the story 🥺
As always, thank you SOOOO much for reading! Your feedback and support encourage my writing so much and I love each and every one of you!!!
