Synopsis: You and Sevika settle things after a fight.
CW: Smut. Dom!top!Sevika. Bottom!sub!Reader. Mean!Sevika. Strap-On Usage. Cunnilingus. Rough Sex. Throat Fucking. Strap referred to as cock. Breeding kink.
You hated fighting with Sevika. She could be confrontational in her no-bullshit attitude, so you steered clear of conflict with her. The way that she managed to handle herself as you hurled insult after insult at her to get a rise always left you devastated in the end. It didn't matter how many times Sevika picked up the pieces of your heart after a fight, you always remembered the way she carried herself in the moment.
"Watch your tone," Sevika warned. Her patience had been lacking since she had come upon her new position on the council. It was tiring without the physical outlet that running things in Zaun had given her. She had been able to do things a different way whenever she had just been another person that she missed as a councilor.
"Is this really going to be what it takes Sev? Do I really have to stand here and scream at you for a little attention? Don't you fucking care about me anymore?" You couldn't stop yourself. Each question loaded up to come out one right after the other.
Sevika pinched the bridge of her nose as she sighed. You were grating on her nerves. Everybody wanted to pull her one way or another it seemed, but you were supposed to be different. You were supposed to be the one she came back to every night happily. Admittedly, she had been a bit busy for you with late nights and after-hours meetings, but if she had loved you back in Zaun, she still did in Piltover.
"I could ask you the same fucking thing a thousand times, but I never did. I trusted that you loved me even when you spent every chance you got hanging off of whoever had the biggest purse. How many people did you spread your legs for before I took you up here with me? You can say a lot of shit, but don't you ever accuse me of not caring," Sevika told you. Her voice was harsher than it had sounded in a long time. You hadn't fought like this in forever, not since everything that had happened with Jinx and Isha.
Sevika's gaze was angry as she stared at you, but you could see the inkling of something else behind it. A long, hard day's work for Sevika usually meant one of two things for you. Sometimes, it was an argument if you tried to pester her for attention followed by Sevika giving you exactly what you wanted. Other nights, things happened on Sevika's terms, and you knew what kind of night you were in for this time.
"I care enough not to throw you out on the streets, but what have you done for me lately? Has it been hard keeping your legs shut all day? Do you miss the drunk idiots fucking into you like it's their last night here?" Sevika asked you. You swallowed nervously as she closed the distance between your bodies. There was barely a moment of hesitation before her mouth was on yours.
Sevika's lips pressed against yours harshly in a bruising kiss. Her metal arm tightened around your waist, holding you securely against her body. You brought one hand up to cradle the back of her head as the other balled up around her shirt. Sevika nipped at your lip as she pulled back just enough to see the dazed look on your face.
"Don't think I forgot about the way you used to beg me to fuck you like the slut you are." Sevika's words brought a rush of memories back for you. Nights that you had spent riding her when she'd come see you after roughing someone up. There was something intoxicating about the way Sevika had been rough with you before her feelings settled in. You missed it sometimes, even if you wouldn't have traded the way Sevika loved you for anything.
"Whatever, you've always been too soft for that shit." You regretted your words the moment that they left your mouth. Sevika's grip on your back tightened a little as she hauled you over her shoulder. You knew that she was taking you to bed. You knew that she was going to give you a stark reminder of the way she used to be, and then some. There was more aggression pent up inside of Sevika that she was usually too tired to vent out.
Sevika dumped you unceremoniously onto the bed with your head dangling off the edge of it. She placed her hand on your stomach and pushed it down, just past the waistband of your underwear. Sevika was unsurprised to feel that you were wet. She knew that nine times out of ten, your attitude was caused by the fact that you felt physically neglected by her.
"Jesus Christ, I haven't even done anything yet and you're already leaking onto my fingers," Sevika teased as she swiped her fingers through your folds. A little teasing trace of your entrance had you actively dripping onto her hand just like she had said. You closed your eyes and pushed your hips just enough to push her fingers inside of you. That was when Sevika pulled them back at the last second.
"Sev, please," you whined. Sevika removed her hand completely and plunged her fingers past your lips and into your mouth. Sevika had positioned you perfectly on the bed. She managed to keep her fingers in your mouth as she grabbed her favorite toy from the bedside table.
Your eyes widened as Sevika removed her hand to remove her own pants. She kept her underwear on as she stepped into the harness. You knew that it was only a matter of time before you were completely bare in front of Sevika. She's keep the rest of her clothes on until later, giving you plenty of time to squirm at the feeling of being so exposed.
"I don't want to hear a word from your mouth for a bit. In fact, you're not gonna open your mouth unless it's to take my fucking dick," Sevika ordered. You swallowed nervously as she began to stroke the toy. You squirmed a bit on the bed as she teasingly brought the tip to your lips. Sevika backed away for a second before squeezing your cheeks to open your mouth.
Sevika didn't inch her way into your mouth this time. You took every inch of her down to the hilt. Sevika planted her hands on the bed as she started thrusting back and forth. You knew that the toy was putting a bit of pressure on her. You could feel the heat radiating from her cunt as she spread her legs to fuck even deeper into your throat.
It would be only a matter of time before she was fucking you like this, and you knew it. Sevika's thrusts were rough, harsher than they had been with your mouth in quite some time. You had enough practice for a lifetime of this though, and Sevika knew it. She had seen some of the things you could do firsthand, and even if it wasn't usually her cup of tea, Sevika appreciated it. She appreciated the way your body could take and take without breaking, but tonight, Sevika wanted to break you.
"That's it, fucking swallow every bit of me like the slut that you are. I can see your pussy getting wetter the harder I go like this. You couldn't even pretend to fucking choke on it, could you?" Sevika's words lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. She knew just how to press your buttons to both piss you off and turn you on. You took everything she gave you with the hope of getting the chance to make her beg you for her own release later.
In a bold move, you placed your hands on Sevika's hips. She could have easily gotten onto you for it, but before she could open her mouth to say anything, you pulled her further into you. Sevika's jaw dropped as she watched you take her even further into your mouth somehow, defying what she thought was even possible.
"Oh my fucking god. I need you right now," Sevika swore. She pulled out of your throat and quickly flipped you around on the bed so that your cunt was closer. Sevika made quick work of ripping your shorts and underwear off of you in one fluid motion. Your shirt fared a different fate as Sevika literally tore it practically to shreds to free your breasts.
You were absolutely soaking wet, and despite herself, Sevika ignored the slick skin that was calling out to her. She stroked her hand along her strap, as if it was an actual cock. The toy was slick, her mechanical hand gliding along the length of it effortlessly thanks to your saliva. Sevika knew that she wouldn't even have to touch you to get every inch of herself inside of you tonight.
"Your pussy is mine," Sevika told you with a sharp slap to your cunt. She'd never touch you with her mechanical arm. It was too dangerous in her mind. It was pretty rare for her to even leave it on this long. She only needed a single arm to hold you in whatever position she wanted, which was a true testament to her strength.
"I'm yours," you told her. Sevika leaned forward and grabbed your face in her hand. This time, it was the mechanical one, and you shuddered at the feeling of cool metal against your skin. Sevika smirked as she wiped a trail of drool left over from her fucking your face. "Yours."
"Mine," Sevika echoed. She moved her hand to plant it on the bed as her hips snapped forward. Every inch of her dildo was pushed inside of you, stretching you practically in half for a moment. Sevika didn't bother watching you stretch around her toy, instead caught up in the look of pleasure on your face. "Dirty fucking whore. Letting me split you open like this and liking it. You're fucking sick, and I've got no choice but to fuck it out of you."
Sevika began thrusting into you at a rough pace. The bed frame knocked against the wall with each thrust of her hips. You were almost certain that she would fuck you out of the house if that was even possible. Sevika's hands balled up in the sheets as she hammered into you. The pace was fast and rough, but you knew that it wasn't for you.
You watched as the toy moved in and out of you, being swallowed wholly each time. Sevika's eyes finally trailed down to your cunt to watch as well, and you noticed the stutter in her hips when she saw the state of you. She was fucking you selfishly, and despite the evidence of your arousal on her cock, you were nowhere near as close as Sevika was.
"Cum in me," you told Sevika. You perched yourself up a bit, holding onto her shirt for leverage. Sevika's eyes widened, and you could tell from the way her hips just rocked against yours that she had listened. Sevika came with soft pants as her face was buried in the side of your neck. Slowly, she pulled out of you and knelt down in between your legs.
"You're such a fucking mess, and you're not even done yet. You still need more, don't you? You fucking creamed all over my cock, but you didn't cum, did you? Are you gonna soak the sheets too? We'll have to sleep in the fucking guest room after this. It's filthy, just like you," Sevika said as she placed her hand over your clit. She rubbed furiously, almost to the point of hurting more than pleasure.
The pressure made you shoot up a little, curling into yourself. Sevika could tell that you were close as your hole fluttered around nothing. She kept rubbing her fingers over your clit, not watching anything other than the way you dribbled and gushed from it. Sevika missed the way that your arms limply tried to reach for her to push her away. She could have gone like that all night, but after about a minute of her harshly rubbing you through aftershocks, you managed to find the strength to kick her away.
"Such a fucking bitch, I swear," Sevika muttered as she stood up. You looked clearly and thoroughly fucked out. You had only cum once, but Sevika had put your body through the ringer with that one. She knelt onto the bed next to you and pressed a kiss to your forehead before she leaned in to whisper, "Don't you ever tell me that I don't care about you again. Don't be fucking stupid, you know I love and care for you."
"Sorry Sev," you apologized. Sevika pulled your head into her lap as she scratched at your scalp. You nearly drifted off to sleep like that, but Sevika didn't let you. She pulled you into the bathroom, setting you on the side of the tub as she wiped away the mess that she had made of you. "I know you care baby, I know it."
Sevika's cheeks were tinted a bit pink as she looked away from you in a vain attempt to hide her blushing. You clung to Sevika until she dressed you in a pair of her boxers and a t-shirt. She brought you into the guest room to lay, where you quickly fell asleep while she took care of the sheets and blankets from your room. There would be more to clean later, but Sevika yearned to curl up in bed with you instead. She placed her mechanical arm by the bed before she climbed in with you, smiling to herself when you immediately moved towards her subconsciously.
Sevika has been staring at you all day. You bought a new dress and its tight on you, showing every curve of your body. The fact that you yourself are a ten, your voice makes her shudder and shake with arousal, and everything in between just does it for her. Yet, this dress is new. You usually wear jeans around the house, or some shorts. But this dress, good god. When youâd pass her in the kitchen youâd make sure your ass dragged against her crotch, acting like you just needed to get something from the cabinet real quick, then youâd do it again. Sevika was biting the bottom of her lip every time you swipe your fat ass on her. You did it a third time, and she stopped you, hand on waist and the other resting on her side.
âYou doinâ this on purpose sweetie?â She asked you, her voice was so deep, vibrating against your back, making you all hot and bothered.
âI dunno what you mean, I just need to get-â
She leaned in real close, giving you a groan in your ear, and it sent currents of waves down your back, making you stand up straight, backing into her some more. You could feel how warm she was getting and it was such a turn on.
âYouâre such a liarâ she growled lowly in your ear, resting her head in the corner of your neck. You could feel her breath on your skin, goosebumps making their announcement for her, and standing ovations from your lower lips.
âCan I touch you?â Sheâd ask, sounding pathetic, whiney about wanting to touch you. You loved it. Giving her a nod, sheâd slide her free hand to the curve of your ass, rubbing it with a bit of roughness, making it move just the way she likes it. You could feel her grunting against her neck, as she took a couple of big squeezes of your supple cheek.
âVeevee, is that all you want to touch?â You asked in a sultry tone, making her brain short circuit for a second, making her stop her lustrous rubs.
âIs it weird that Iâm getting off by just doing this?â
âHm, no but..â you trailed off, bending a bit over to the counter across from you, posing for her as your sweet nectar dripped down your leg. Sevikaâs breath got caught in her lungs just from the sight.
âI need more baby..â you confessed, your breath was unsteady, spreading your legs a bit more waiting for her to just dive in, with whatever way sheâd want to dive in.
summ: Through drought and famine, natural disasters, your wife has been around for you. And she's cares enough about you to leave you.
an: had a random idea a few days ago where I just basically wanted to explore more into Ambessa's grief around Kino and all. This was a bit of a character study for me because I had to make out her feelings going through such a detrimental loss like this. It's such an emotional time for her, I like it.
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Grief is a terrible thing.
It lingers.
It swarms.
It infects like an insatiable disease.
When Ambessa heard of Kino's passing, you saw the way grief etched itself onto her face and swallowed her whole. Her body became uptight and tense. Her patience grew thin. Her facade grew more. In the most subtle ways, she became less of the woman you knew.
You could say in turn that Kino's death has done the same to you, but you weren't the one who carried the child and watched the baby blossom into an adult. You may have been there for the children but you've never had the burden of raising them. So, you grew a little more weary, a little more quiet, for there were no words you could muster that could comfort her.
You simply hoped your presence would be enough.
The works of Black Rose and Piltover wrangled Ambessa's mind as well. It enraged her. Everything did now.
She was worried about Mel, along with Piltover's drama. She told you of it each night; and as much as you liked hearing her talk, the stress it caused was overwhelming. Just hearing it yourself sounded distasteful.
Nights like this, you missed your loving Ambessa. But you understood well enough that she wasn't feeling well enough to be there completely for you. And you weren't either.
But tonight, Ambessa was stretched thin. Unbearably thin. But she won't admit it, even laying in bed right next to you.
She's admiring you. It's the least she can do whilst the candles light caressed you like that. Tha passage of time couldn't take away your beauty, only intensify it.
She closes your book for you. "I am leaving for Piltover." You don't even process the words before you feel your heart sink. "Tomorrow."
You've had this conversation many times. You knew this was going to happen; you knew she'd leave. But so soon? And without any warning until the night before?
You turn to face her fully, usually your first sign of defiance. "You must stay." Her hand on your chest was firm. "For your safety," Your eyes were already red with tears. "Please."
Ambessa doesn't beg.
Ambessa doesn't plead.
She takes and makes others beg that she won't. She challenges and smirks at meek attempts. She strategizes and manipulates you enough to make you beg for her.
If she was pleading, it wasn't an argument. It's not some cruel face she's putting on. She's genuinely asking.
Ambessa grimaces, scoffing while wiping her own tears. "If Black Rose takes anymore of my family, I don't know what will be left of me." She places her hands on top of yours and feel her thumb trace circles there.
You feel crass. Crass and selfish.
Theres an unmistakable burn in your throat. You don't want the nights to drag on in a cold empty bed. You want to keep Ambessa here in Noxus. You don't want your wife to leave for Piltover without you. But for her this seemed strictly business, and Ambessa cares for you enough to leave you out of business affairs.
You don't fight for it though. There's no use. She's already made up her mind and you're aware enough to recognize her decision is the right one. You only let your tears and soft whimpers spill from you.
"Dear, you know I care for you, for our family, more than anything in Runeterra." Her hands cupped your face, she lifted it just enough for your foreheads to touch. You could barely reciprocate. "That is why you must stay here. I cannot afford to lose you. You are my little lamb, I must protect you."
Her hands burned hot, her words felt more like bile than tenderness. Her attempt at comfort hurt, because she was in as much pain as you are talking about this. She just won't let it show.
Your hand makes it's way to her neck and hold her there. There were so many things you were feeling right now, and grief felt like the main culprit. Like you already lost her.
"Hold me then, like you'll never have the chance to again."
You burrowed yourself in Ambessa. She didn't like the way you said that. The uncertainty that laced your tone.
"Why are you mourning for the loss of someone when they are right in front of you?"
You laugh, like it's not obvious.
"The same way you are mourning the loss of me. Because love goes beyond presence. Love is our memories. And I hope that if you leave me, our memories together aren't stained."
sketches of sevika and her baby affectionately named "little fucker" inspired by @archangeldyke-all 's series<3 check it out guys it's amazingly written and sweet
tags: sfw (sorry!!) drinking, burlesque, singing, murder, mom!reader, smoking, heavy romantic tension, badass!reader!, teasing, and edging for the reader-
relationship: sevika and reader
a//n: okay, tumblr.. you like me and you care about me so you're gonna post right? YAY! LESBIANS!! ( please tell me you get the reference.) Also thank you guys so much for the love and support on this, I low-key made this on a whim but uh yeah. also y'all might hate me for this but I decided against the smut.. IM NOT GOOD AT IT
episode/part 2:
The song started to play, as the lights dimmed and shined on the stage. Everyoneâs eyes were on the stage now.. A long and sexy leg peeps through the stage covers.
âYou like?~â You sang, a little more of you started to peep through. Cheers start to blast through the bar as they recognize your voice, the same drip of honey and the same amount of deadly venom.
âDonât be scared.. Come closer~â Your hand comes through the cover with a câmere finger sign. Some men come closer to the stage, respecting the rules.
No touching until she gives permission.
And you better tip well, if not.
Youâll see what happens.
Pushing your full body out, with the light shining on you, your eyes filled with faux lust and seductive prowess.. letting a shoulder of your robe slip.. âYou' never saw me like this before, huh?â You sung leaning over to one of the men, his eyes looking down at your breasts licking his lips.
Your eyes showed a quick sense of disgust before putting on your fake lustful gaze. âLook~â as you sing to him, allowing him to peel a little more of your robe, as he does that, he shoves a coin in between your breasts, you wink at him leaving him there. To make sure he knows his place, you flick his nose.. HARD. The man cowers back rubbing his nose, tears flowing from his face.
You got up quickly, and started to sing. Feeling on yourself in front of the crowd a little, giving them that edge thatâll send them over the moon.
âIâve been a goody, daddy.. But I donât have to be..~â you sang, to the center of the stage, grabbing one of the men right in front of you by the collar, whispering in his ear, him feeling the vibration of your throat. âBut if you want me to, Iâll be your nasty, baby~â you continued, slowly stripping from the robe but quickly putting it back on, they don't get to have all their eggs all in one basket. They have to earn it.
You rise once more to slowly start showing more of your legs off, hearing whistles and âwoosâ as you walk to the center, teasing them with little glances of the treasure that they obviously couldn't have.. a kiss leaving them craving more, but they only get a peck..
âNo time for games, no rules, just play.. Hope you've been thinking about the same thing.â As you do, men start piling coins and giant bags of coins on the stage, and they can finally have it. You finally dropped the robe, showing your curvy form. Your smooth skin with a silver shimmer enchanted with the fluorescent lights. The men went absolutely wild, almost like hounds waiting for their prey, an uncontrollable heat appearing on their faces, whether itâs the alcohol or you turning them on. You were truly an aphrodisiac, but with a numbing taste and sweet smell.
âI'm just sayinâ whatâs on your mind, itâs been good but now itâs time..~â you sang, coming down the stage.. The menâs favorite part, having the slimiest chance of being touched by you. Either itâs you being on their lap or a small touch of their neck. They crave you like pubescent teenagers, some of them licking their lips as they see your thighs jiggle a little, walking down. Some women blush as you give them glances and winking at them. âTo show love, what weâre made.. ofâ As much as you love riling up the crowd.. you had a secret agenda, finding that man. As you sang, you gave out small kisses on peoplesâ cheeks or caressing their face shortly, getting high off of your touch, here and there. And boom, you found him.
A man with ginger hair and a long mustache, very clean-looking and clothes neatly put together. His freckles slap him from cheek to cheek. Definitely doesn't belong here, Bingo.
Looking at you, this is the time.. You swayed your hips towards him, playing in your hair, biting your lip. He looks at you as if youâre his last meal.. Whistles and catcalls were made to you as you made your way towards the man.
But fortunately, they know they will be ignored once you find the person you wanted. You finally made it towards him and you got on his table, taking one of his hands and allowing him to touch on you and oh he did, from your knees to your breasts. As you sang to him, you made sure that it was enough, making sure he got his fix but that it was not even close enough for him. He smirked at you with lust and as disgusted as you felt, you had to tell yourself, not yet..
âI hope you want me in the same way~â
âEvery time I close my eyes, all I dream about is making love.. I canât even think at night, all I dream about is making love..~â
You got off of him and winked as you went to your next victim, not to murder but to lure in a trap that they canât run from.. As the song is about to end, you see her.. A woman with a cigarillo in her mouth, in a corner booth, drinking whiskey. Dark skin, extremely muscular, dark brown hair, gray eyes and.. a mechanical arm? She even has scars that glow blue. Hot.
At first, she seemed uninterested. Until she feasted her eyes on you. You can't tell if it's interest, lust, or if she's being coy or maybe just confused. And then she turns to face you completely. You got her.
You smirked and walked over to her but instead of the table, you got on her lap. Her slate eyes are unreadable but there is one emotion that you can read easily, lust and she's full of it. âItâs just all the things I see when youâre inside of me, that keeps Ămy mind goinâ crazy..â
âLike that, mm, like that~â You sang, putting her hands on your hips. âTease me, please me, spank me, feed me.. You know what I need, baby..â You can feel her eyes looking at you up and down, examining your body and slowly moving her hands around.. lower.. lower.. lower.. and you can feel the heat on your cheeks rising. You never blushed from a client or a performance so why are you blushing now?
Before anything serious happens, you have to move before you just say fuck it. But you fight your urges, you get up and the song finishes, just like that. You go back towards the stage, do your signature heel click and grab your robe and kiss the crowd goodbye. Just like that, you quickly got up to find that man. The men went back to their seats and continued drinking, after your performance, light music started to play to fill the ambience.
You started looking around for him, and he was in the same spot before.. Looking for you. You smiled at him, and told him to come here. He quickly jumps up to walk towards you.
âWanna get a drink?~â You said, watching his eyes become more filled with lust and he quickly nods. You giggle, leading him upstairs to your office. It was filled with red lights, a rundown table but it stands strong. A small bar that had wines and hard alcohol on it but had a bucket of ice with wine in it, complimentary after every performance.. a bookshelf filled to the brim and paintings of you and Alica when she was a child. A giant couch, soft but also has rough edges and a window with a beautiful view of Zaun.
âHave a seat, Iâll make you a drink, fancy anything special?â You asked, walking over to the bar quickly pouring the vial of poison in a wine glass, and looking over at him as he sits on the couch. âHm, how about something aged but sweet?â He says before biting his lips.
âLike you.â He winked as you looked over at him and giggled, âfucking disgusting..â You thought but you have to get this done and at this point, you were happy to do it.. As you turned towards him, you handed him a glass of sweet red cherry wine and a shot of vodka, one of your favorites.
You poured yourself a small amount of wine and clinked glasses, he took a drink of his and you took baby sips of yours, allowing the taste of the wine to hit every single taste bud.
You both began to talk about what he does for work, and who he works with, he kept naming one person in particular, Marcus.. âWhat an absolute idiot.â you thought as he continued to drink. Then all of a sudden, he drinks all of it. Your eyes widen at him as he licks his lips. âSo, how about that other.. request, hm?~â He asked, looking at your thighs.. You looked at his hands as you noticed his fingertips started turning blue.
You got on top of him and laid him back on the couch and tied up his arms and legs..âKinky girl..â he says looking at you. He tries to kiss you but you stop him, âNo kissing allowed, honey~â you giggled. He sighs but understands and you begin kissing on his neck. 'This poison is NOT quick, but maybe this guy has a strong resistance to whatever it is.â You thought as you watched his expression.
His moans, rigid and harsh, he pretty much sounds like a broken engine. You continue to go on, trying to go with the flow until he starts choking, he tries to reach for you, he needs your help. His eyes are rolling to the back of his head, feeling the poison, feeling it take control of his body and stopping it from functioning.
You just watched him, and you get up to lock the door and watch him slowly suffocate on the poison. Leaning against the door, you just patiently waited for the poison to hit every vein, every nerve and finally after about one minute, he stopped moving.
You walk close to him, and lay your head on his chest, listening for a heartbeat, nothing. But you got to seal the deal. You went and grabbed an ice picker and without a thought, stabbed him. You watch as the blood starts to pour down his body and realized.. "Aw fuck, my couch!" You said, pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing. You'll have to clean it later but first..
The body, you stripped naked so it wouldnât stain your clothes any further and carried him to the edge of the window, straight into some large body of water. You went to the bathroom, rinsed the blood off your body, changed into another leotard not as sparkly but it'll do. Took the ice pick with you, and went quickly to Silcoâs room. You did the signature knock and he said âCome in.â
You opened the door but he wasnât alone, he was with the.. woman from before. You walked towards him and sighed. He looks at you with judgement, not sure if you did the job or not, until you showed him the ice picker. Covered in the manâs blood.
âGood job, indeed. And is he-â You cut him off before he could finish his question, âdisposed of and cleaned the room.â You said, looked at him. His eyes shine with proudness but you did it, you've earned his trust.
You didnât even notice she was just looking at you, but not with the same lustful eyes from before. They're now filled with interest, curiosity and a little bit of.. shock?
Silco then notices that he never introduced you two, âAh, Darling. This is Sevika, she is my right-hand woman from now on.â You nodded, Sevika.. huh? That's such a pretty name.. âAnd Sevika, this is Darling,â She nods, hearing him, and she keeps her gaze on you.
It's intimidating, she does have head honcho energy which kinda turns you a little more than youâd like to admit. Right-hand woman and left eye woman.. You laugh to yourself, thinking about it. Snapping you out of your thoughts, she walks up to you, footsteps heavy but slow, almost anticipating what sheâll do once sheâs in front of you.
âThe honor is all mine.â She says, her voice a deeper octave than what you were expecting and god, she truly sounds like a dream. You both shake hands and she all of a sudden kisses the back of your hand, gaining a slight blush from you.
âWhat a flatterer.â You teased, removing your hand from hers. You quickly cleared your throat, before telling him about what you learned, that Silcoâs other undercover alliances from Piltover are slowly losing trust in him. Especially Marcus. He nods and then pulls out a cigar and starts to smoke.
You get up and conclude your quick meeting with Silco and Sevika, you stretch and wave them both goodbye before you head down to the bar for another drink. Well, you did it and you won Silcoâs respect if that means anything for you.
As you made it downstairs, music was playing through the jukebox.. some underground group that had a mixture of rock and jazz. You were truly a lover of music, it has helped through the darkest and lightest of times. It was a beautiful way to express yourself, and a soother for hard times, whether it was relating to work, taking care of Alica or even Silco.
Feeling the music hit you, you danced and swayed as you make your way to the bar, you see Thieram cleaning some glasses with a cloth, he nods at you and you went to take a seat, one leg on top of the other, and as you nodded to the music, he poured a glass of the same cherry wine, you look at it and thanked him before taking a sip.
âYou did really well tonight, Darling, lots of tips!â He says as he finishes cleaning the last glass before leaning over the bar counter, looking at you. You thanked him, and frowned a little bit before finishing the whole thing of wine.
âHey, Thieram.. Could you get me something stronger?â You said looking at him. He looks at you, a bit shocked because you usually go for something light but you need to ease your nerves, but Thieram could already tell after examining your expression. He sighed and nodded. Thieram was the one who kept you safe when you were in a state like this, shooing away perverts, bringing you napkins and even going on break to take care of you, he made you feel safe, of course. You didnât really have friends besides Thieram and Ran, who kept you company or just wanted to occupy your space which you never minded. He cleaned off your glass and poured you whiskey.
âBut this is your ONLY glass, got that? Last time you were drunk, I had to send all the goonies to get you from running around Zaun naked.â He said, sighing. You both laughed at the past memory of you, running around Zaun topless while there were four guys chasing you down. âYou know theyâll never catch me..â You said, smirking at him, taking a sip of the whiskey.
You looked around and seemed confused, âWhereâs Ran?â You asked, looking âround for them. âTheyâre on a delivery run, âshould be back tomorrow.âYou nodded and continued sipping the whiskey.
He realizes that thereâs people waiting for him to pour them drinks and he pats your shoulder, you nudge your head at them and allow yourself to enjoy your atmosphere. The musicâs mellow but enough for you to listen to its rough edges, from the guitar, to the drums, and the guy singing. It felt perfect at the moment, as you enjoyed the burn from the alcohol, you felt a presence sitting right beside you. Keeping your eyes on the glass, you look to your peripheral to see itâs Sevika, watching you enjoy the whiskey.
âYou want a glass?â You asked her, as she continued to stare you down. She scoffed and grabbed your glass with her left hand and drank a bit of it. You noticed that instead of it being a human hand, itâs metal.. Sharp, edged with murder in mind but you know she wasnât going to hurt you in any way, shape or form. Or would she?
You didnât really focus on it because every time you were around her, you both were stuck in some trance. You laughed a little and took your glass back from her as you turned to face her. She really is something else, her wide but strong physique pierced through her clothing, making everything pronounced..
Her eyes were everything, dark, piercing, but also expressive. The stone colored irises that shone through the bar light. Her nose, broad and hooked and it has you hooked on her, her dark lips as they smirked at you, such a welcoming gesture. From her shoulders, to her perfect breasts, to her flat but wide stomach, and her massive thighs. She was beautiful to you.. Her dark brown hair was in a short bob, but she had a small ponytail on the back of her head, very neat and very cute. Her arms were covered by a dark red cloak with black markings. She was an absolute goddess to you, to others she might seem intense and fierce but you just see a woman who is in control of her mind, body, and soul. But she was very interesting to you.
Clearing your throat and thoughts, you take a sip of whiskey not realizing you both shared a non-direct kiss but you continue. "Well, how is it?"
âTâis good.â She says, grabbing it again, taking another sip. You just simply watch her drink from your glass. Kind of wishing you were that glass, I mean what? You shake your head from your fantasies and you look back to see Alica, using her two hands and making them kiss. You rolled your eyes at her and smiled. Alica went back to work and took away peopleâs glasses and plates.
âSo, what did you think of my performance, Sevika?â Her eyes widen as she stops herself from taking another drink. Her remembering you being on her lap and moving her hands around over your body. âIt was.. enticing.â Sevika said, choosing her words wisely.
You laughed as she took another sip. âWhy?~ Youâll miss me? Or do you want me to jump in your lap again?â You said teasing her, taking the last sip of whiskey. Her eyes glanced at you for a quick second and back to the drink that was no longer yours. In her eyes she would like nothing more than to take you in this bar and absolutely ravish you. "Actually.. I would." She said, nonchalant to how bold she's being.
âI liked it, seeing you own the place..â She said, placing her hand on your thigh. You looked where she placed her hand and almost felt yourself collapse. Her voice was extremely dangerous, something about that deep, rich voice is so close to sending you over the edge. You turned to face her, getting super close to her face, feeling her breath on yourself. She looked down at your lips before your eyes. The tension you two constantly created is so thick. You couldnât even cut it with a heated blade, you both created this closed off space, filled with anticipation and desire for one another.
You both freeze waiting for one of you to make the first move, you slowly start to lean in and you can tell she's hesitant but starts to lean in as well. Eyes starting to close, mouths slightly agaped, synchronized, heartbeats. Just as your lips were about to connect, you get up quickly from your seat and fix yourself. âI perform every other night. See you around, Sevika.â You said, winking at her and leaving a tip for Thieram, as always.. As you left, you couldnât help but laugh as you felt Sevikaâs eyes all over your ass. She hated seeing you leave, but loved watching you go.
She watches as you talk with Alica and she watches as Alica nods and gives you a kiss on the cheek and a hug. You then walk out the door and Sevikaâs world goes silent. She smirks at the thought of you and asks Thieram for another drink. As he prepares another glass, she couldnât stop thinking about you and how you ended up working with Silco in the first place... Hoping to see you more than often.
She goes off to enjoy the rest of her night at the brothel, feeling the sexual tension but needing to get it out of her system. Of course, she goes with the girl who almost has the same physique as you, but itâs not enough. She needed you. She craved you, the worst part is that she paid the girl, got up halfway, tipped her and left. The girl was obviously confused and slightly offended but she understood.
The need for you was bad, she decided that she needed to go take care of it herself, but little did she know that on her way home, she saw you, walking to the same apartment complex she lived in, she watched as you talked with the landlord, laughing and joking around and now wishing them goodnight.
'Now would you look at that..~â She felt herself smirking a little more than sheâd liked to. Making her way towards the complex.
really need sevika to push your face into the sheets while sheâs hitting it from behind on her shimmer strap đŠ
âthatâs it baby, taking my cock so well huh?â whines fall from your lips before she grips your scalp with her flesh hand softly, her mech hand gripping the headboard for support
she pulls you back, making you gasp out a moan from the sensation of your scalp being tugged on. your body arches right into hers, your ass pushing deep against her strap
âand you were worried i wouldnât fit.â she grunts, before wrapping her arm right around the front of your neck. she leans all her weight onto her mech arm, before thrusting her hips harshly into you
âcock fits perfectly in this tight cunt, if i do say so myself.â she groans against the shell of your ear, the sound of her thrusts slapping against your skin making you groan softly. you could feel your slick run down the inside if your thighs
âthat right baby? you agree with daddy, huh?â you loll your head to the side into the crook her her neck, the top of your nose judging the bottom of her jaw.
she growls at the action, how limp youâve gone in her hands, with her cock shoved so depended your cunt youâve lost all words in your brain
she lets go of your neck before pushing your face back into the pillows, moans spilling from your lips as she leans over your body
âtaking daddyâs fat dick so good, arenât you? just wanna fuckinâ fill you up - shit,â she moans out, the tip of her strap hitting your cervix with each thrust of her hips, her fingers digging deep it in your hips surely to leave marks (youâd love that)
whatever you do todayâdo not think about sevika throat training you. her noticing your oral fixation and knowing she has to take advantage of it. subtly wiping your mouth adter you eat or drink something and watching your pupils dilate.
her teasing her thumb on your bottom lip and watching you eagerly part your lips.
sevika cooing at you when you take two fingers in your mouth. her fingers slowly thrusting in and out. âjust like that, my love. youâre so perfect like this.â
sevika taking the time to show you how to properly deep throat. âdeep breaths, baby. yes, perfect. itâs okay if you gag.â
sheâs obsessed with you drooling and the furrowed expression on your face. your eyes glazed over and drool dribbling down your chin and chest. âmessy baby. perfect little thing for me.â
sevika, unintentionally, tricks your brain. associating the sound of her zipper with giving her head. the second you hear it your hands are helping her tug the zipper down. youâll whine when she mentions now isnât the time.
but she cannot deny she doesnât love seeing her needy girlâs mouth full of her cock. your hair pulled from your face. instilling every method to take her deeper for longer.
- summary: youâre in a whirlwind when you and your boss catch your boyfriend with her fiancĂŠe in the act together. the heartbreak starts to affect your performance at work, and as a result, you decide to take a leave of absence so you can heal properly. but when your boss catches you handing the letter onto her desk, she ends up giving you some unexpected comfortâfollowed by a proper farewell.
- content: smut MDNI, modern au, corporate setting, NYC living (for now), reader works in sales, reader is dating jayce (only in the beginning), mel and sevika are engaged, age gap (reader is early-mid 20s, sevika is early-mid 40s), secret love affairs, infidelity/cheating followed by breaking up, hurt/comfort, porn with plot, fingering (r!receiving), semi-public sex (they do it in the office!), sevika being a tease and talking you through it, cockblocking, and also everyone is filthy rich in this
- authorâs note: canât stop thinking about getting with rich ceo sevika so i decided to write this out. i hope yâall like it!
âsometimes i donât even know where iâm going
but iâll never forget where i come from
i know who i am and who i will be
and thatâs why i have faith in myselfâ
(this fic is crossposted on ao3)
The rain hasnât let up all day.
Thick, gray clouds spread across the sky, the city being consumed by the downpour. You barely notice it, thoughâyour mind is still at the office, stuck between unfinished paperwork and the weight of another long day.
Youâd expect to be home after your shift, and you didâŚonly to end up getting ready to leave the house again later that evening.
It was for some corporate event. A birthday celebration for an executive, or was it a fundraiser? You hadnât paid much attention to it when it was brought up in last weekâs meeting. Frankly, it was the last thing youâd want to be doing after a long workday like this.
And yet, here you areâback home, standing in front of the mirror, completely unaware of what the night has in store.
Youâve lost count of the outfit changes youâve given yourself in the past hour. No one really specified what the dress code was for the eventâso in the end, you simply resorted to a crimson piece that hung in your closet, blended in with the rest of your outfits.
The dress hugs your figure beautifully. It was sleek and elegant, but you barely feel like yourself in it. Itâs not like you donât like dressing upâon the contrary, you actually enjoy it, especially given that your clothes have now taken up space on your boyfriendâs side of the closet as well. But with the weight of today and this entire week overall, the exhaustion consuming you was making it harder to pretend that you want to be at this party at all.
Your phone buzzes beside you, the text message from Jayce lighting up the screen indicating that he was here.
You exhale through your nose, finishing the touches on your makeup before smoothing down the fabric of your dress. Itâs not that anythingâs wrong. Jayce has been nothing but kind and thoughtful to you. Heâs said all the right things and treated you like royalty for the past two years of your relationship with him. But lately, thereâs been somethingâŚoff. Something you canât quite put your finger on.
You shake the thought of it away, grabbing your coat and clutch before heading out the door. Itâs just one night, right?
It was only a ten minute ride to the hotel, but for some reason you felt like the ride dragged out longer. Maybe it was because of the downpour of rain, or the evening traffic, as it always is in New Yorkâor maybe it was just your lingering anxieties about showing up to an event like this. As the top saleswoman in Hexcorp, and now the girlfriend to one of the CEOs, you canât help but feel the pressure of having to make the best impression all the time.
Upon arriving at the hotel, the valet opens the car door for you, and Jayce steps out first, immediately offering you his hand as if heâs effortlessly playing the part of a perfect gentleman. You force a small smile and take his hand, stepping carefully onto the slick pavement as the two of you walk through the revolving door.
The inside of the hotel is a stark contrast to the gloom outside. It was elegant, with warm golden lights, crystal chandeliers, and the soft hum of music on the piano surrounding you the moment you entered. The air is thick with chatter and laughter as well dressed attendees mingle around with cocktails in hand.Â
Jayce keeps a steady hand on the small of your back as you both make your way deeper into the crowd, guiding you toward familiar faces. His touch is warm, but something about it feelsâŚoff. Too careful. Too practiced.
âShould we grab a drink?â he asks, yet he is already steering you towards the bar. You nod at his offer anyway, but your eyes wander.
And then you see herâyour other boss.
Sevika.
Tall, broad, and impossible to miss, even in a room full of elites. Sheâs right across the bar, her suit tailored to perfectionâcoincidentally, it also was crimson, the same shade as your dress. The deep red fabric molds to her muscular frame, sharp lines hugging her body in all the right places. The top button of her shirt is undone, just enough to tease what lies underneath, and her posture is relaxed as ever, radiating effortless control. Her prosthetic arm gleams under the soft light, the intricate metal plating a sharp contrast to the rich fabric of her suit.
But sheâs not alone.
Standing beside her is her fiancĂŠe, Mel Medarda.
But she doesnât just stand thereâshe owns the space around her. A beautiful vision draped in a sleek, skin tight white gown that hugs her curves as if it were painted on. Gold jewelry glitters around her neck, and her perfectly manicured fingers rest lightly on Sevikaâs arm in primal possession. And she sure doesnât fail to show off the ringâa massive, dazzling marquise cut diamond perched proudly on her ring finger, glistening under the lights. Her skin glows alongside it, her rich brown complexion flawless, and her signature smirk tugs at the corners of her lips as if she knows every single person in the room is looking at her. As if she knows youâre looking at her.
Thatâs Mel Medarda for you. International supermodel. A walking fantasy who managed to get engaged with Sevika.
Your stomach twists, and you force yourself to look away before either of them can catch you staring. But your eyes betray you.
Because they find their way back to Sevika and Mel.
And Sevika?
Sheâs already looking at you.
Youâre quick to pull your gaze away from Sevikaâs, heart pounding a little harder than it should be. Youâre not sure how long youâve been staring, but the tension lingers in the air long after you look away.Â
A familiar hand wraps around yours, fully pulling you out of your thoughts as you look back up to see Jayce nudging a glass of champagne into your hand. âCome on, letâs make the rounds.â he urges gently.
You nod with a distracted smile as you take the glass of champagne and follow alongside him, but the memory of Sevikaâs striking gray eyes on you stays in the back of your mind.
An hour passes, but you feel like youâve been here for an eternity already. Youâre forcing yourself to smile as one of your coworkers goes on about the latest sales report. Youâve been hearing about it for the past hour, but youâre barely listening. Your mind keeps drifting back to when you first saw Sevika and Mel at the bar. Something about the way Sevikaâs eyes lingered on you still makes your heart race.
âGreat numbers this quarter,â your coworker continues, pulling you back to reality. âYouâve really outdone yourself with the new client investment. Theyâre already asking about you by name.â
You nod absently, pretending to care as your eyes scan the around room for any sign of Jayce. Heâd been glued to your side all evening, but now you canât seem to find him at all.
âThank you,â you say, shaking them off politely. âIâll follow up with the clients about it tomorrow.â
They simply smile back before walking off to engage with another coworker. You take another sip of your champagne as your eyes continue to search the room. Your attention shifts as you overhear another conversation between two other coworkers near the bar, talking about next quarterâs sales targets. As the companyâs top saleswoman, youâre used to these conversations being centered around you. They look over at you with admiration, always taking mental notes on your strategies and approach.
âShe really knows how to close a deal.â one of them says. âSheâs a shark.â
The compliment barely registers in your head. All you could do was smile, too distracted by the fact that Jayce was nowhere to be seen.
âExcuse me,â you murmur, sliding past them as you start to brush through the crowd.
The search feels longer than it actually is. You weave through the crowd, giving polite smiles and dodging conversations as you slip through groups of colleagues and executives. The music and laughter fill the air, but none of it gets to you. Your mind is fixated on one thingâfinding where the hell your boyfriend is.
You try to be in denial about it, telling yourself that youâre just overreacting. Maybe Jayce just stepped outside to take a call or grabbed another drink at the bar. But deep down, that unsettling feeling refuses to leave your system. You finally reach the bar, but thereâs no sign of him there.
âHave you seen Jayce?â you ask over to the coworker who sat there.
They blink, looking around before shaking their head. âUh, noâŚnot for a while. Maybe he stepped out?â
You give them a quick nod, muttering a quiet thanks before moving on, the knot in your stomach tightening even more. Your heels click faster against the marble floor as you move toward the quieter area of the venue, the noise and chatter slowly fading away with each step you take. Down the hall, a row of private rooms stretches ahead, each of them closed except for the very last one at the end of the hallway. You walk slower now, feeling the air get thicker with each step. You shouldnât be anxious about this.
And yetâŚyou are.
Your fingers brush against the smooth surface of the champagne glass in your hand, your grip tightening instinctively around the flute. You tell yourself to relax, but the words do nothing to alleviate you from the uneasiness that was settling into your bones.
And thatâs when you hear itâmuffled voices in a low and urgent tone. At first, you think itâs just another couple hidden away in the room for privacy. But something about these voices feelsâŚfamiliar. Too familiar.
You take another step forward, your pulse pounding louder in your ears with each beat. Your stomach twists once more when you see the familiar head of jet black hair in your eyeline. The door is slightly ajar, and a warm light spills into the hallway. You hesitate, your grip getting tighter on the glass as you listen.
âWe canât keep doing this,â Jayce mutters, his voice rough and raw. His head moves slightly, just enough for you to see a glimpse of herâa glimpse of Mel.
âAnd yetâŚâ Mel replies, her voice soft and sultry as she pauses. âYou keep coming back.â
A breathy chuckle escapes him, followed by his hand shifting through the open slit on Melâs dress as he moves closer to her. âI canât help myself,â Jayce murmurs, his voice lower now, filled with a kind of desire youâve never heard from him. âYou drive me fucking crazy.â
âIs that so?â Mel muses back, her voice laced with pure seduction. âThen why do you keep wasting time?â
Your heart sinks down to your stomach, body going rigid as the pieces fall into place. The way Jayce had been acting around you, all those âlate nightsâ heâd spend in the officeâit all made sense now.
âBecause I canât stop thinking about you.â
Jayceâs confession lingers in the air, his voice filled with desperation. âEven when Iâm with herâŚall I think about is you.â
Your eyes widen in shock, your heart shattering as the champagne class trembles in your hand. It wasnât just what Jayce had said, it was how he said itâstraightforward, no hesitation whatsoever. There was no guilt. Just raw, unfiltered honesty, spoken so easily it feels like the knife was plunging deeper into your chest.
Like he never even cared.
You feel your fingers going numb on the glass as the wave of realization crashes over you. The love, the trust, the loyaltyâit makes you wonder if it had meant anything to him.
Or were you just convenient?
The thought burns in your brain, leaving an ache so deep that it makes it hard to breathe.
And yet, he doesnât even notice.
âJayceâŚwe really shouldnâtâŚâ Mel reminds him, her voice softer now.
He simply scoffs at that, shaking his head in disbelief. âCome on, MelâŚyou want this just as bad as I do.â he breathes out, and you hear the rustle of fabric between themâtheir clothes shifting as their bodies press closer.
And thenâthe kiss hits between them. It was slow, deep and desperate. Your vision blurs at the corners of your eyes, and you donât even register the champagne flute slipping from your fingers, hitting the marble floor with a loud shatter that echoes throughout the hallway. Tiny shards of glass surround your stiletto-covered feet, but youâre too frozen, too numb to even notice.
However, the shatter startles them both, causing them to freeze instantly, their lips pulling apart as the sharp echo rang through the room. Their bodies go rigid as they slowly turn their heads toward the doorway. Melâs eyes widen, a panicked expression crossing her face. Jayceâs breathing quickens, his heart rate rising once he sees you. His hands, which had been all over Mel just moments ago, twitch slightly at his sides as he steps back, his eyes still not taking off of you.
âJayce?âÂ
Your voice was soft and shaky as his name escaped your lips, but it was enough to make them freeze as the realization hit them. His lips part, but no words come out at first. Melâs eyes flicker between the two of you, her body shifting towards Jayce in hopes of hiding away.
âItâsâŚitâs not what it looks like,â he finally breathes out, his voice barely above a whisper, panic and guilt filling his tone. The words hang in the air, completely meaningless to youâbut you donât respond, you just canât.Â
Because even as he said itâyou know heâs clearly lying.
Mel hasnât said a word. Sheâs too busy avoiding your gaze, her lips slightly parted as if sheâs trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. For a woman whoâs career relies on confidence, sheâs sure failing to show it at this exact moment.Â
You donât move. Donât blink. In fact, your mind doesnât register anything else besides the scene that had unfolded in front of you. You donât even notice the door now fully swung open beside you, or the sudden warmth that lingered right behind you. But you do see the shift in their facesâespecially Melâsâas the panic flashes deeper in her eyes.
âMel?â
The name cuts through the air like a blade, and your stomach drops. That voiceâdeep, low, and now laced with pure furyâcomes from behind you. Slowly, you turn around.
Sevika stands in the doorway now, her broad frame blocking out most of the light coming from the hall. Her expression is unreadable at first, but you can see how tightly her jaw is clenched as she tries, but fails to stay calm.
âSevikaâŚâ Melâs voice trembles, almost at the same level as Jayce.
But Sevika doesnât respond. Not at first. Her eyes donât leave Mel, dark with rageâas if she were a storm on the verge of breaking. Her presence looms behind you, grounding you in the chaos swarming around.
âWhat the fuck is this?â Sevika growls, her voice low and cold. Her eyes flicker between Mel and Jayce, taking in the way their bodies are still too close to each other. The way Melâs hand lingered on Jayceâs chest before dropping down only heated the anger inside her even more.
It was her fiancĂŠe and her colleagueâtogether, behind her back.
The room suddenly feels smaller to you now, almost suffocating. Your hands tremble at your sides, fingers curling into fists as an emotional mix of heartbreak and rage bubbles inside you. But your eyes stay locked on Jayce.
âHow long?â
Your voice is barely above a whisper, yet it was loud enough to cut through the tension. Jayceâs jaw clenches anxiously. His eyes are widened in a mix of desperation and cowardice, pleading silently for your mercy. âBabeâŚâ he murmurs softly, as if that name could fix what was already beyond repair.
âHow long, Jayce?â you repeat. Your voice is louder the second time, more stern and forceful. Jayceâs mouth opens again, but nothing comes out. He hesitates, his eyes flickering over to Mel for a split second. Big mistake.
You see it, and so did Sevika.
âAnswer her fucking question, Jayce.â Sevika growls behind you, her tone low, almost threatening. âDonât make her ask again.â
Jayce stiffens, swallowing hard, and finally looks back at you, letting out an exhale of defeat before responding. âAâŚa year.â
Your stomach drops.
You force out a breath, still in shock and disbelief over what you had just heard. âA year?â you shake your head, letting out a humorless laugh. âYouâve been sneaking around with her for a year, and you have the fucking nerve to tell me that itâs not what it looks like?â
The tears start to build in your eyes, and Jayce steps forward, but you take a quick step back. âDonât.â you snap, your hands shaking. âI donât want to fucking hear it.âÂ
Sevika exhales sharply beside you, her arms crossed, trying to hold herself back. âThis is fucking unbelievable,â she mutters, her eyes not leaving Jayce. âYouâve been lying to her for a year? And youâŚâ her gaze snaps over to Mel. âWhat do you even have to say for yourself?â
Melâs lips part, but no words come out.
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â Sevika lets out a laugh that was just as cold as yours. âI put a damn ring on your finger.â
Mel takes a step closer to her, a weak attempt in trying to redeem herself. âI-I had wanted to tell youââ
âOh yeah?â Sevika scoffs, shaking her head in disbelief. âAnd when exactly were you going to tell me? After we got married?â
Melâs lips part again, but the only sound that comes out is a shaky breath.
âWhat a fucking joke,â she mutters her gaze shifting between the two. âYouâre both pathetic.â
Another shaky breath slips from Melâs lips. âSevika, darling pleaseââ
âSave it.â
Sevika takes another step forward, her presence commanding the room. But this time, she doesnât stop. Mel instinctively moves back, accidentally bumping into Jayceâs chest. His hands instinctively grab her shoulders to steady her, giving her a look of reassurance to make sure she was okay.
And that was the final straw for you.
You let out a sharp breath, shaking your head as the realization crashes down harder. This was never just a mistake.
You glance at Sevika, and when your eyes meet with hers, thereâs a newfound connection between you both. Without another word, you turn on your heel, your chest still tight as you pass by the three of them and leave the room. Sevika follows right after, her heavy footsteps matching yours as you step over the shattered glass and out of the room, leaving them both in the mess of their own betrayal.
The days that followed from the incident felt like a blur.
You throw yourself into work, burying yourself in reports, emails, and endless meetings. You figured itâd be easier that wayâkeeping busy. If your mind is constantly occupied, then there wouldnât be any time to think about him, right?
But regardless, it was impossible to ignore.Â
Jayce keeps his distance from you, both inside and outside of work. Heâs been staying somewhere else in the meantime, youâre not sure if itâs with Mel, or back in his large family estate, but frankly, you couldnât care less about his whereabouts. As for the office, he doesnât try to talk to you. No apologies. No explanations. JustâŚsilence.
You didnât want to admit it, but that alone hurts more than if he had tried.
Of course, youâve still maintained your position in Hexcorp as top saleswoman, but even that feels empty to you now. Your numbers are still flawless, but the passion, the drive that used to push you forward in your careerâit was gone. It honestly even makes you question why youâre still here in this building, or even New York as a whole. Deep down, it makes you wish that you could find yourself an escape from this.
And that sign was given to you just a couple of days ago.
You had broken the news to your parents over the phone. It was quite the shock to themâtheyâd mostly see you together with Jayce on holidays, but given how he always carried himself and the way he treated you, this was the last thing they ever expected.
But what hurt them the most was hearing just how broken you sounded when you told them.
âI justâŚI donât get it,â your voice cracked, and you blinked back tears as your grip tightened on your phone. âHow could he do this to me?â
âOh, mijaâŚIâm so sorry.â your momâs voice had been soft when you told her, but it had the kind of heaviness that only came from a mother hearing her child in pain. You tried to keep your words to a minimum, tried to hold yourself together, but the more you tried to speak, the harder it was to keep you from breaking.
Your dad was silent for a moment before his voice came through the phone, steady but laced with a subtle hint of anger. âYou know, I never liked that Talis boy to begin with.â
You can hear the soft tsk your mom gives to your dad, but you can hear the frustration in her voice too.
âHey, Iâm just saying,â he grumbled, his tone softening after a second. âYou deserve better, kid. So much better.â
Thereâs a quick pause before your mother speaks again. âWhy donât you go stay over at the beach house for a while?â your mom suggested gently, her voice warm and comforting. âSpend some time in Miami, clear your head. âYour relatives are close by if you need anything, and Iâm sure your abuela would love to see you too.â
You pause for a moment to think over your motherâs suggestion. The beach house was your childhood escapeâsitting along the Miami shore where the sun was always warmer and the waves would effortlessly wash your worries away. It was nothing like New York, where the chilly, heavy atmosphere was harder to breathe in.Â
However, you couldnât risk the chances of losing your job for being gone for so long. But deep down, maybe this was what you really neededâa sweet escape, a place where you can truly heal your heart and ground yourself back to your roots.
Maybe it wasnât such a bad idea after all.
You take a deep breath, nodding to yourself as your grip now relaxes on your phone. âYouâre right,â you murmur softly, the words leaving your lips before you even realize it. âI could really use something like that right now.â
Your motherâs relieved sigh comes through the line, and your fatherâs quiet agreement follows right after. âIâm so glad to hear that,â she says gently. âYou deserve a break from this, mija.â
âHey, get some rest, alright?â your dad chimes. âAnd call us as soon as you get there.â
âI will,â you promise, voice barely above a whisper now.
The call ends with quiet goodbyes, leaving you now sitting in the dim, quiet space of the house you once shared with Jayce. The silence feels heavier hereâevery room still holds traces of the life you built together, yet it all feels so distant now.
You take a deep breath, reaching over for your laptop before bringing it onto your lap, and without a second thought, you book yourself a one-way ticket to Miamiâfar away from the chaos that was suffocating you in New York.
And once thatâs done, thereâs only one thing left to doâwrite out your leave of absence letter and leave it on Sevikaâs desk first thing tomorrow morning.
The next morning, the familiar buzz of the office surrounds you, but it all feels like background noise. Youâre at your desk, staring blankly at your computer screen as you zone out into the unfinished spreadsheet on the screen. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Jayce and Sevika step out of their shared office and head toward the conference room down the hall. You couldnât help but keep your gaze on Sevika for a little longer. She looks composed on the outside, but you can see itâthe slight tension in her shoulders, the quiet exhaustion in her eyesâsheâs holding it together just like you. You look away before she notices you, swallowing down the ache in your chest as they leave.
Once you made sure they were gone, you clutch the letter into your hand as you push back your chair and stand. Your footsteps are quiet as you pass by your busy coworkers and make your way toward their shared office, the door left slightly ajar enough for you to slip inside. Your eyes land on Sevikaâs side of the office, the dark wood of her desk reflecting the soft light filtering in through the windows. You take a step toward it, unfolding the letter in front of you to place it on her desk. However, you couldnât help but notice the soft, navy velvet box quietly sitting on the surface. Your heart skips a beat, knowing exactly what it is without even having to open it.
The engagement ring.
Mel had already given it back.
The box is closed, yet the weight of what it holds feels heavy in the air. Your mind flashes back to that night, to the look on Sevikaâs face when she saw Mel with Jayce together. The devastation in her eyes, masked by furyâseeing her hurt you more than when you had seen them. You let out a shaky breath, fingers trembling slightly as they brush against the edge of your letter, but before you can set it downâ
âLeaving something for me?â
The deep, unmistakable voice sends a chill down your spine. You freeze, eyes widening as your body goes rigid. Your heart pounds in your chest as panic starts to settle into your bones.
Slowly, you turn around. Sevika stands in the doorway, her tall frame effortlessly filling the space around her. Her expression is unreadable, but her sharp eyes are locked on the letter in your hand.
âSevika, I-I was justââ
Her brow arches slightly as she shuts the door and steps further into the office, her gaze not leaving yours.
âWhatâs that?â
Her voice is calm, but you couldnât ignore the tension behind it. The panic continues to fill up inside you as you instinctively pull the letter closer to your chest, as if that was going to shield it away from her. âItâsâŚitâs nothing,â you murmur, but the crack in your voice betrays you. Her eyes narrow down to the paper in your hand, and before you can move her hand reaches out, flesh fingers brushing over yours as she gently but firmly takes the letter from your grip.
âSevika, waitââ
But itâs too late. Her eyes scan the words on the page, her brows furrowing deeper with each passing second as she reads through the letter. You see her jaw tighten, her throat bobbing as she swallows hard. âLeave of absence?â she asks, slowly setting the letter down and bringing her gaze back up to you. âYouâreâŚyouâre leaving?â
Your throat tightens, unsure of what else to say. âI was going to tell you,â you murmur softly, looking down at your feet, unable to meet her gaze. âI justâŚI need some time.â
âWhy?â
You can hear the concern in her voiceâa hint of vulnerability that youâve never heard from her before. You finally look up, your eyes meeting hers. âBecause I canât do this anymore.â
Her eyes darken with uncertainty. âDo what?â
You swallow, heart painfully thrumming against your ribs. âBe here. Pretend that everythingâs okay when itâs not.â Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you donât notice Sevikaâs gaze softening when you look over to Jayceâs side of the office. âJayce and I...We built a life together. And now, itâs gone.â Your voice cracks, and you blink rapidly to keep the tears at bay as you look back at her. âEvery corner of this place reminds me of what I just lost. I justâŚI need to get away. To breathe. To heal.â
Her jaw clenches, her eyes flickering away from yours for a moment. âItâs justâŚâ She hesitates, running a hand down her face before exhaling a breath that sounds heavier than it should. âYouâre my best saleswoman.â Her voice is quieter now, almost as if sheâs trying to convince herself of something. âI canât afford to lose you.â
But it was never about the numbers. Not when it came to you. You know thereâs more to itâsomething deeper. You can feel it in the way her gaze lingers on you, in the way her body gets just a little too tense, as if sheâs holding something back.
âIâm notâŚâ Your voice trails off to a sigh as you shake your head. âIâm not quitting, Sevika. I just need some time. Please.â
For a moment, neither of you speak. The air between you is heavy, the silence in the room stretching longer than it should.
âHow long?â she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
âI donât know,â you admit, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your blouse. âBut IâŚI need this.â
Sevika doesnât speak right away. Her expression is unreadable as she looks at you, but before you can process itâbefore you can say anything elseâshe moves toward you. Strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a firm but careful embrace.
Your breath catches in your throat. Sevika has never been the type of person to do gestures like this. Sheâs never been the comforting, reassuring presence in someoneâs lifeâat least, not in this way. But right now, she holds you close to her like sheâs afraid to let you go, like she knows how much you need this more than you do. Your eyes squeeze shut as you clutch the fabric of her suit jacket, your fingers curling into the cotton tightly to keep you grounded.
âI get it,â she murmurs, her voice softer now. âBelieve me, I do.â
Her words send another shiver down your spine, because she does get it.
Mel. The woman she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with.
You exhale shakily, pressing your forehead against her shoulder. âThen you of all people should know why I have to go.â
Sevikaâs arms tighten around you just for a second before she finally releases you, stepping back just enough to meet your gaze. âYeah,â she murmurs, her jaw tight as she watches you carefully. âI know.â
But that doesnât mean that she wants you to go. Her eyes still linger on yours, and something shifts between you. Sevika looks at you like sheâs fighting a battle within herselfâlike sheâs trying to hold herself back from doing something that she mayâor may not regret.
âSevikaâŚâ you whisper, your voice quiet enough to break the silence between you.
She doesnât say anything. Doesnât move. But her eyesâthey tell you everything. You feel it before you see itâthe way she leans in, her body instinctively drawn to yours like a magnet. Itâs slow, almost hesitant, as if she's giving you an open chance to pull away. But you donât. You canât.Â
Instead, your hand drifts up, brushing lightly over her jaw. She tilts her head towards your palm, melting into your touch. Her eyes flutter shut for a brief movement before they open againâdarker, filled with something you canât describe.Â
And then, the distance between you two disappears. Her lips meet yours, and the world seems to fall away. The kiss is tentative at first, making you both afraid to take too much from each other. But the tension is quick to snap, and suddenly, the kiss deepens. Her flesh hand slides around the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as she pulls you closer. The cool metal of her prosthetic rests against your waist, grounding you in the moment. Your body presses into hers, and you feel like this should be wrong, but it doesnât. On the contrary, it feelsâŚright. Like this is where youâre meant to be instead. Itâs nothing compared to how youâve felt with Jayce. You absolutely lose yourself in herâher touch, her taste, the way she holds you like youâre something precious. Like youâre exactly where she wants to be."
She finally pulls back, breathless and dazed, her forehead resting gently against yours. âI really donât want you to goâŚâ Sevika murmurs, the desperation in her voice tugging at your heart. Your thumb brushes along her jaw again, a bittersweet smile spread on your lips. âI know,â you whisper, eyes searching hers. âBut I have to.â
âWell, in that caseâŚâ Sevika replies, her thumb lightly brushing over your bottom lip as her eyes darken with intent. Her lips curl into a sly smirk, her gaze burning into yours. âLet me give you a proper goodbye.â
Your breath catches in your throat, and before you can even think, her lips crash into yours again. Unlike the last one, this kiss is more desperate, filled with everything the both of you have been holding back for far too long. Her flesh hand grips your waist firmly, pulling you flush against her, while the hard press of her prosthetic along your hip sends a shiver through you. Her lips move with a hunger that makes your knees weak. But you couldnât give in like this.
âSevikaâŚâ you manage to breathe out her name between heated kisses, your lips barely parting from hers. But she hears it.
And as much as it kills you, you pull back. Your eyes meet hersâher pupils dilated with desire, but thereâs hesitation filling in yours. âWeâŚwe canât.â Your voice is shaky and uncertain. âJayce and MelâŚit isnât rightâŚâ
Sevika doesnât respond right away. Her forehead simply rests against yours, her breath warm against your skin. âNoâŚâ she murmurs softly, her voice low but firm. âTheyâre the ones who threw it all away. Itâs their loss, not ours.â
Your eyes widen slightly as her words sink in, but she doesnât give you a chance to pull away. Her gaze is more intense now, searching yours for any sense of doubt. But thereâs something else in her eyesâsomething raw, vulnerable, and aching for you just as much as you ache for her. âIt doesnât matter anymore.â Her voice is barely above a whisper now, but thereâs so much behind her words.
And in that moment, you know sheâs right. The weight of the heartbreak, betrayal, and confusion still lingers, but now it all fades away with you being in her arms. Her lips claim yours once more, and the heat inside you ignites all over again. Her hands slide down your back, guiding you as she walks you backward across the room. Your heart pounds in your chest, but you donât stop her. Not this time.
The edge of the desk presses against the backs of your thighs, and her hands are already pushing everything aside, sending papers and pens scattering to the floor. Sevika lifts you up effortlessly in one smooth motion, placing you on the desk as her lips refuse to leave yours.Â
However, neither of you realize where youâve really ended upâJayceâs desk.
But at this moment, with Sevikaâs hands all over you and her lips claiming yoursâŚnone of it matters.
Sevika presses her body against yours, pinning you to the desk as she stands between your parted legs. You can feel every hard inch of her muscular frame, the heat of her skin radiating through her suit. Sevika pulls back slightly, her lips trailing kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You tilt your head back to give her better access, and a soft moan slips from your mouth once she nips at your pulse point, her teeth grazing your soft skin before she soothes the sting with her tongue.
Youâre barely able to keep your balance on the desk, your breath shallow as her touch stirs something deep inside you. Your eyes dart to the closed blinds, the faint silhouettes of your coworkers just outside, completely unaware of whatâs happening behind them. Your heart starts to raceânot from desire, but from the undeniable risk of it all. It feels like youâre playing with fire, and yetâŚyou canât help but take the heat.
âS-Sevika,â you murmur, trying to steady your breathing. âWeâsomeone could seeââ
Sevika cuts your sentence off instantly with a hushed, teasing whisper. âShhâŚâ she breathes, her voice low. âIf you stay quietâŚthen no one will know.â
She leans in, kissing you hard while her hand works quickly to unbutton your slacks, pushing them down to your ankles. âYou need this, baby, I know you do.â Her voice is a low rasp, sending shivers down your spine that makes her see right through you. "Stop overthinking, and just let me take care of you.âÂ
To emphasize her point, her flesh hand shifts from your slacks to underneath your blouse, her warm fingertips brushing over your stomach as it moves up north. She cups your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin lace of your bra. The sensation makes you gasp, your back arching into her touch. Sevika takes advantage of this and trails kisses down your chest, pushing your blouse up as she goes. She tugs your bra down, freeing your breasts to the cool air of the office. Then, in an instant, she leans down and takes one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting at the sensitive bud, eliciting a whine from your lips over the sensation. Her hand slides back down your stomach, fingers now toying with the waistband of your underwear. She looks up at you, waiting for your permission to continue, to which you nod in approval.
With that, she hooks her fingers and shifts your underwear to the side, exposing your pussy to her. She leans back, using two fingers to part open your puffy folds only to be taken aback by how wet you were. âGod, babyâŚyouâre this wet for me already?â she mutters, gently sliding her fingers through your wet slit. You reply to her with a whiny nod, gently rutting your hips against the pads of her fingers for more. She simply chuckles at your desperate pleas, gently inserting a finger into your hole but only to be surprised when she sees how you resist her single finger. âFuck, youâre so tightâŚâ she pants out, carefully trying to push more of her finger in. âWhen was the last time someone touched you like this?â
Your breath hitches, and for a moment, you hesitate. But the truth weighs heavier than the silence between you. âToo longâŚâ you finally breathe, your voice barely a whisper. Your eyes trail away from her, a flash of frustration and sadness crossing your face. âJayceâŚhe hasnâtââ your words falter with a sudden gasp when Sevika pushes her finger farther inside you. She brings her metal hand up to your jaw, the smooth yet unyielding grip making you face her. âHis loss,â she mutters, lips brushing against yours again. âHow about you let me remind you how itâs supposed to feel, yeah?"
Sevika doesn't falter just yet, she starts to work her finger in and out of your tight cunt, slowly at first but gradually increasing force once you become used to the resistance. Her thumb meets with your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub as she continues to pump her finger in and out of your pussy. You whine and begin to squirm and shake at the sensation, but Sevika is quick to slide her prosthetic hand on your waist, keeping you grounded onto the desk as the cool wooden surface presses against your skin. She then adds another finger in, scissoring them inside you as her thumb continues its assault on your clit. You whine at the stretch, unable to take it, but your body starts to betray you by giving the opposite responseâsucking Sevikaâs fingers further inside rather than resisting. The wet squelching sounds of her fingers plunging into your soaked cunt fill the office, mixing with your restrained whines and the harsh pants of her own breathing.Â
âS-Sevika,â you whine, trying to wriggle yourself away. âI-I canâtâŚt-too muchâŚâ
âToo much?â Sevika chuckles against your skin, her fingers still working into your cunt. âThen whyâs your greedy little cunt begging me for more?â Her gaze drops down to your pussy, admiring at how your desperate hole continues to suck her fingers in while your arousal drips around them. âNeedy girl, taking in my fingers like this,â her gaze flickers back up to you. âIâm gonna need these back, you know. Canât keep them forever, sweetheart.â
All you can do is whine and whimper, your chest and stomach tightening as you try to keep yourself quiet so as to not startle your coworkers outside. But Sevika doesnât make it any easier for you once she speeds up the pace, the desk shifting slightly beneath you as if it was imitating the consequences of what youâre doing. The thought of Jayce sitting here tomorrow, completely unaware of what happened on his desk today, makes a dangerous thrill pulse through your veins. Jayce might have carried your past, but Sevika was putting herself into your present, claiming you as hers with every deep curl of her fingers, making sure your body never forgets the feeling of her.Â
She looks back up at you, her eyes darkening as she watches your face twist in pleasure. Your cunt begins to clench tighter around her fingers, along with the coil that's been winding deep in your stomach, you were getting close, and Sevika could tell. Her fingers never stop their relentless pace, pumping in and out of your clenching heat, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. She glances back up at you just to admire the drunk look on your face. âLook at you, so desperate to cum already, yeah?â she muses, her prosthetic shifting from your waist to push down on your lower stomach, only making it worse for you to restrain yourself. âGo on, sweetheart, cum for me. But rememberâŚâ she trails off, jerking her head over to the closed blinds. âThey donât need to know whatâs going on.â
Her words are filthy, but they only serve to turn you on more, pushing you closer to your impending release. Your hand grips tightly onto the edge of the desk while the other claws at Sevikaâs forearm in desperation, which does nothing but spur her on with her words. At this point, sheâs practically begging for you to cum now, just so she can see you fall apart for her. âThatâs it, babyâdonât hold back. Let me feel it. Come for me, sweetheart.â
Her words, combined with the relentless pace of her fingers, finally push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your cunt clamps down around her fingers like a vice. Your mouth parts open, body giving in as youâre tempted to scream her name, but Sevika is quick to lean in and attach her lips back to yours, muffling your cries of pleasure as your release gushes into her fingers and onto the desk. But she doesnât let up just yet, working you through your orgasm with her fingers until youâre a shaking, mewling mess beneath her.Â
Once the aftershocks start to subside, she finally slows down, gently withdrawing her flesh fingers out of your sensitive cunt. She brings her hand up to her lips, making a show of licking your juices from her fingers, her eyes closing in bliss as she savors your taste. âFuck, you taste even better than I imagined,â she murmurs, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face. âI shouldâve used my mouth on you instead if I knew you were going to taste this sweet.â
You chuckle lazily, looking up at her with heavy eyes as you recover from your orgasm. âWell, you can go for seconds if youâd like, Sev.â you tease, kicking off your heels and bunched up slacks from your feet before spreading your legs farther out to her, leaving your fucked out cunt on full display to her gaze. Sevikaâs eyes darken at your newfound position, getting nothing but more turned on at the sight of you spread out on her colleagueâs desk. She glances down to your cunt, her smirk spreading wider as she sees your release pooling underneath you, darkening the wood of the desk. âYouâve sure made a mess, pretty girl,â she says, her voice almost accusatory as if she wasnât the one who made you cum like that. âLuckily, Iâm willing to clean that up for you.â
In an instant, Sevika drops to her knees in front of you, hooking her flesh arm beneath your thigh while her prosthetic grips the other, pulling you closer. Your breath hitches as Sevika lowers herself in front of you, her hold firmâone soft and warm, the other cold and unrelenting. Her lips tease their way back up to your pussy, ready to satisfy you once more, untilâ
âWhereâs Sevika?â
Jayceâs words echo faintly from the hallway, distant but close enough to send a jolt of panic through your veins. Sevika freezes for just a second before quickly getting back up on her feet. The two of you scramble aroundâadjusting clothes, fixing hair, cleaning down the surface and scattering papers in your desperate attempt to make it look like nothing happened on this desk.
But Sevika already moves before you can think of a backup plan. With full precision, she snatches up the paperwork she was originally looking for, strides across the office, and yanks the door open right before Jayce can.
âYou were supposed to wait in the conference room,â she growls, her tone now back to cold as she shoves the paperwork into his chest.
Jayce blinks, caught off guard by her appearance. âIâI was justââ
âDonât.â Her jaw clenches, eyes narrowing down at him. âGo. Now.â
Her tone leaves no room for argument. As Jayce turns, footsteps retreating down the hall, Sevika lingers for just a second before glancing back insideâher eyes meeting yours. The heat from moments ago still lingers between you, but with one last knowing smirk, she follows after Jayce before closing the door shut, as if nothing had happened.
And you?
Youâre still gripping the edge of his desk, breath unsteady, pulse still racing. Even as you slip your clothes back on, even as you straighten up Jayceâs deskâyou can still feel the heat from Sevika on your body. Your lips are still slightly swollen from her kisses, your skin tingling in places that havenât felt alive inâŚwell, longer than youâd care to admit. You swallow hard, your mind replaying every breathless second. Your cheeks flush again, and your hands tremble slightly as you reposition Jayceâs thingsâonly to realize itâs still out of place.
Get it together.
Your hands work quickly, smoothing out the papers, straightening the chair, making sure thereâs no trace of what just happened. The last thing you need is Jayce walking in and sensing something.
No one can know.
Your fingers graze your pulse point, still feeling the phantom pressure of her lips there. You swallow down the feeling, force your hands to stay busyâtidying the last of the evidence, pressing a shaky hand to your chest, forcing a deep breathâbefore you finally slip out of the office, your head spinning.
And yet, as you settle back at your desk, pretending like nothing happened, you can still feel her on you.
But whatâs even worse than feeling herâŚis wanting it to happen a second time.
The sun barely peeks through your curtains when your alarm blasts through the silence. Your eyes snap open, heart pounding as you fumble to shut it off. You squint over at the time on your phone, only for your eyes to quickly widen in panic. You were supposed to be up an hour ago.
In an instant, you throw off the covers, the chill of the morning air making your skin prickle with goosebumps as you rush to get ready. As you take a quick shower and get dressed, your mind is still foggy from everything that happened yesterdayâleaving the office, Sevika, the kiss, and the overwhelming decision to leave. But thereâs no time to think about that now.
Your suitcase is already half-packed from last night, so you grab the last of your things and shove them into your bag without thinking twice. You barely glance in the mirror before youâre out the door, heart pounding in your ears. The taxi sits on the curb, waiting for God knows how longâand you rush into it, not even bothering to comfortably put your suitcase in the trunk and squeezing it alongside you instead. The city itself is still waking up as you slide into the backseat.Â
âKennedy Airport,â you mumble, barely able to catch your breath as the driver nods and pulls into traffic.
Rain taps lightly against the window as you stare outside, the familiar skyline of New York blurred by streaks of water. This is it. You were getting away from the city that had been your home for yearsâwhere you built a career and nurtured a relationship, only to watch it all fall apart in the blink of an eye. You lean back against the seat, your eyes drifting shut for just a moment, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. But her face still flashes in your mind.
Sevika.
The memory of her kiss, her touchâheated, desperate, and impossible to forgetâcontinues to linger in your mind. But nonetheless you shake your head, forcing the thought away as you tell yourself that itâs not what you need right now.
By the time you arrive at the airport, itâs nothing but chaos. You navigate through the sea of travelers, heart pounding as you sprint toward your gate. Your boarding pass feels like itâs burning in your hand as you rush through security, your pulse racing with every step.
Until you finally make it to Gate 17, departing to Miami.
You make it just as they begin the final boarding call, breathless and slightly disoriented. The agent barely glances up as they scan your ticket, giving you a quick nod to proceed. Your pace is calmer now as you walk through the ramp, the relief extending into peace the moment you enter the plane. As you set your carry-on into the overhead compartment and settle into your window seat, a shaky exhale slips from your mouth as your body finally relaxes. Your pulse slows, and for the first time in what feels like forever, you finally let yourself breathe.
Youâre even blessed to have an empty seat beside you, thank God.
You close your eyes, head resting lightly against the head cushion of the seat. The distant hum of the engines vibrates through you, lulling your body into a sense of calm. A sense of peace. You donât even register the measured footsteps approaching, growing heavier until they stop beside you. You donât open your eyes right away, too caught up in the quiet you were finally starting to enjoy. But thenâ
Your name is called. And the familiar voice makes your heart stop. Your eyes flutter back open, head tilting to your left only for the calm in your body to be replaced by an element of surprise and shock once you see the familiar broad frame that stood in the narrow space alongside you.
âSevika?â
Her name leaves your lips barely above a breath, but itâs enough to make her eyes darken. Her expression is unreadable, but the subtle flicker of surprise in her gaze says enough.
She didnât know. You didnât tell her where you were going.
And yet⌠sheâs here.
And in that moment, as she finally lowers herself into the seat beside you, you knowâ
This changes everything.
But maybe, just maybeâŚsome change is exactly what you needed.
- a/n: i need to stop making my fics so damn long omg đ iâm not sure if yâall fw ceo sevika like i do, but i could try to write out a part 2 if it catches any interest, weâll seeâŚ
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