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When you’d first laid eyes on her you’d been scared but kind of turned on. You’d never seen a woman quite like her, 6 foot something, dark soft skin, and beautiful grey eyes. There was no doubt in your mind that she commanded respect in this dangerous place.

It was her well trained muscles that caught your eye first, her larger build making your face heat up, then you clocked her mean scowl as you walked into her cell, clearly you were invading her personal space… this might be not end well you thought as the guard slammed the cell door behind you.

“Uhh, hi I’m your new cell mate…” you chimed up, your shaky voice giving away how nervous you were in her presence. Sevika only let out a grunt of acknowledgment then her name mumbled in response to your introduction. You feared she might never warm up to you or maybe she’d take advantage of your weakness since you were significantly smaller and younger, not to mention inexperienced.

At first Sevika was stand offish, then just closed off. She’d cuss you out for being messy since she had kept the cell neat and tidy before you had arrived, she’d complain when you yapped too much or asked her invasive questions, or if she’d had a bad day she’d just full on ignore you. This chilly behaviour continued until finally one night she caught you crying to yourself in the top bunk of your shared cell. Normally you muffled your nightly cries well but after a particularly awful day of being bullied by the bigger, older women in the prison you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Will you just shut the fuck up” she grunted as she kicked your mattresses from the bottom bunk. You yelped in reaction and quickly squeaked an apology before sniffling and trying harder to hold back your tears. You were unsuccessful though as a loud hiccup slipped through your defences and you heard your cell mate let out a frustrated sigh. You were in for it now.

What reaction came next from the larger woman was totally unexpected though. Sevika climbed out of her bed, stood so she was able to reach into your bunk and pulled you out of your pitiful nest of scratchy blankets.

All you could think that she was about to do was beat you to a pulp for disturbing her sleep and showing weakness. No part of you thought that she’d then lift you up allowing your legs to wrap around her well built frame before sitting back on the bottom bunk. She then turned and plopped you down into her bunk before pulling the blankets over you and settling back into bed.

Still in shock you didn’t react when she pulled you into her chest and let you rest your head on her warm breast.

“Will that fucking stop your wailing now, pathetic girl?” Sevika questioned you as you adjusted to the warmth of another person’s soft touch for the first time since you arrived at Stillwater. Too stunned to speak you nodded into her chest and curled into her body as you allowed yourself to relax slightly.

That was the first night you’d slept well in weeks.

Your relationship progressed fast from that moment on. Being stuck in a small dingy cell with another person for 23 hours a day would do that to you.

Even during your one hour of allocated exercise a day you stuck close to Sevika. Never leaving her eye line as you watched her do her daily sets on the gym equipment.

Where previously she’d ignored you being cornered and intimidated into handing over your belongings or bring forced into completing criminal activity for other girls, she now protected you. All the other women who had been bullying you avoided you now that you were ‘Sevika’s girl’. They knew not to mess with her so the respect and distance she commanded from them extended to you.

The older woman did so much to look after you that you deep down worried what you could do to help her in exchange. Yet you knew even though Sevika would never openly admit it, she loved having a sweet little thing like you need her protection. To her you were weak and cute, often struggling to cope with the jarring change of prison life. It fulfilled something inside of her that needed to nurture, guide, and care for others, your presence allowed her to be soft.

In the dead of night you’d whisper to each other about your dreams of a life on the outside together. Your girlfriend said how she wanted to find an apartment for you both, she’d get a decent job, earn honest money, keep you pretty and looked after at home. Sevika would tell you about how she wanted a cosy king size bed, and how she’d fuck you hard into the soft mattress in your shared home, not a damp cold prison cell.

When you had sex now it was either up against the cold brick wall where she’d watch your goosebumps raise tracing them with one hand as she pinned you down and fucked her thick fingers into your pretty pussy with the other. Or on that broken thin mattress you shared most nights on the bottom bunk, a tangle of limbs and wet kisses exchanged in the dark of the night because if you were caught the two of you risked being separated.

The dreams you built together grew and developed as you counted down the days till your sentence was up. Sevika had more time to serve than you though, but you couldn’t bare to think about that. Being apart wasn’t an option. Instead of dwelling on facts you distracted yourself by getting lost in her at every opportunity.

Once everyone was shut away in their cells for the night and the guards had done their last checks you quietly snuck down from your top bunk and knelt on the floor in front of Sevika’s bed.

It was dark in the room with only the glow of a flood light illuminating the outside compound creeping through the tiny barred window. All you could see was the outline of your beautiful girlfriend as she pushed back her covers and moved to sit up. Sevika swung her thick muscular legs off the bed so she was bracketing you then she reached out one large hand and ran her fingers through your soft hair pulling you in between her legs and pressing your face into her crotch.

You inhaled her musky scent deeply, nudging your nose into her boxer clad pussy and letting out a whine of desperation. Sevika chuckled and pulled you back from her warmth, muttering a heavy “do you want to be my good girl?” causing you to desperately nod your head and her to laugh at your pathetic actions.

“Open” came Sevika’s command which you gladly obeyed. Two of her calloused fingers found their way into your waiting mouth, teasing and toying with your wet tongue before she pushed them further down your throat as she lightly gagged you. Before you could pull away from the offending digits her mech hand reached out and held the back of your head keeping you still for her. Sevika tutted at your attempts to pull away before muttering “thought you wanted to be good, baby?”

Her question had you stilling your movements and trying desperately to control your gag reflex whilst breathing through your nose.

Only once she was satisfied with your response did she pull her now soaking fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to your tongue.

“That’s it. You can listen after all” she said with a smug expression. Then you watched with already glazed over eyes as Sevika spat into your mouth, the long trail of spit landing on you awaiting tongue. “Hold…” she tested you, only for a few seconds though before following up her command with “swallow”, which you quickly did, presenting your open mouth for her inspection afterwards.

“That’s my good girl” she praised you as she stroked your hair like you were her favourite little pet. You preened under her affection, your ass wiggling slightly as you melted for her. “Now you’re going to do as mummy says and show your thanks for her protecting you again today, aren’t you?” your girlfriend asked. Because she had, everyday she watched out for you closely. It was dangerous in here and you were her sweet little girl, people could easily take advantage of your naivety.

Your girlfriend pulled down her boxers with her mech hand as her flesh one cradled your face. As her pussy was revealed to you, you held back from burying your face in her wet folds and instead shifted in place as you waited for Sevika’s command.

It didn’t take long though as she muttered “make mummy feel good baby” in a heavy tone, your desperation to taste her turning her on even more.

Letting out an excited noise you moved forward and licked one long stripe up her folds, already tasting her sweet yet heady flavour. But you didn’t dare touch her, you hadn’t been given permission for that yet. So using your nose you nudged at her pussy, her thick bush tickling your face, before you pushed your tongue forward, trying so desperately to part her folds.

Chuckling at your pathetic attempts Sevika lent you a hand and held herself open as she pushed you forward once more. Now you had access to her already large swollen clit and sopping hole you wasted no time in pleasing her. You sucked, licked and gently nibbled with ever increasing pressure as you built her up towards her orgasm. Her pleasure was all you could focus on but unconsciously your body betrayed you as you ground your pussy down onto the heel of your foot, seeking any form of relief that you could.

Noticing your incessant wiggling your girlfriend pulled your face back from where you had it buried in her pussy and using her flesh hand she slapped you right across your face, hard.

You couldn’t help the cry you let out at her rough treatment, despite the throb you felt in your pussy thanks to her harsh slap. “Greedy little girl doesn’t understand her place” Sevika spat at you as she gripped your cheeks tightly, holding your face so you couldn’t hide from her. “I’m in charge of your pleasure not you. You don’t get to feel good unless mummy allows it. Got that?” You nodded and mumbled a quiet “yes mummy” the best you could whilst she still held your face firmly.

Suddenly, without any warning, Sevika threw you back onto the floor, your head narrowly missing the cold concrete as you caught yourself at the last minute. She then left her place on the bed and climbed over you, her thick scarred thighs placed either side of your head. The last thing you heard was her voice saying “since you can’t follow simple instructions mummy is going to have to show you how to please her” before her full weight was pressed onto your face as she sat down and took her pleasure.

Sevika rode your tongue as you desperately tried to keep up, her flesh hand buried in your hair holding you in place. She kept this pace up for several minutes using you like her own personal fuck toy.

Eventually you were only just able to squeeze your tongue into her pulsing hole as she changed to grinding her fat puffy clit into your nose. With very little chance to breathe you held onto her muscular thighs for reassurance, digging your nails into her skin and no doubt leaving small crescent shaped cuts in her flesh. Tears rolled down your cheeks adding to the mess that your girlfriend made of your pretty face. If you didn’t already trust her with your life you’d be scared you were about to die being smothered by her pussy.

Small grunts and moans made it to your ears as Sevika continued to take her pleasure from you, from the intensity of the noises and the hand pulling tightly at your hair you knew she was close to cumming. Sensing this herself, Sevika somehow increased her speed and spurred on by her eagerness, you found you had one more burst of energy as you continued to fuck your tongue into her cunt desperately seeking her juices.

As you worked her closer and closer to orgasm your hips were unconsciously winding and bucking in need as you continued to go neglected by your lover as she selfishly focused on her own bliss. Deep down the inattention added to your own burning desire, Janna you were a little perv.

Just as you thought you were finally going to suffocate under her weight you felt her pussy pulse and clench, fluttering as she slowed her movements to a heavy grind allowing her orgasm to roll over her. The flesh hand in your hair left you as it found its place covering Sevika’s own mouth, muffling any noises that she made so as not to draw attention to you both.

After a few moments of her jolting against you and riding out the last of her orgasm you reached up and tried to get her attention, sweaty palms slipping against her sticky skin, wet from her own exertion. You couldn’t breathe at all now as she relaxed, her heavy frame covering your mouth and nose. Darkness started to creep in at the corners of your vision as your head grew light and dizzy. “Oh shit” you heard her mumble as she pulled her weight off of you and allowed you to finally suck in a deep breath.

Still hovering over you she watched as you pulled yourself up, twisting your body so you could lean on your forearms and catch your breath.

“I got carried away there doll I’m sorry” she said softly as she smiled down at you. “but you had to learn your lesson not to disappoint mummy didn’t you?” her tone of voice changed from apologetic to condescending.

You thought briefly she wasn’t sorry at all but you found you didn’t care in the slightest as you relished in her cruelty.

“Let’s get you in bed baby, are you sleepy?” Sevika asked you, still in that condescending tone. You nodded as you reached out for her, seeking comfort from your girlfriend despite her being the one to torture you. She smiled sweetly as she pulled you up into her arms and held you against her chest as she brought you back to her bunk.

“Lay down sweet girl, you can do that for me can’t you baby?” Sevika whispered to you gently. Eager to please, you did as you were told and crawled from her arms and into her bed, inhaling her comforting scent which permeated her prison issue pillow and blanket. Turning around you watched as the older woman joined you in her cramped single bed, her larger frame taking up most of the room. Before getting too comfortable though, Sevika first removed your thin pyjama bottoms, leaving your lower half bare to her before she pulled you closer and cuddled you into her chest. The combination of her warmth and her strong heartbeat calmed you even further, letting out a small yawn as your sleepiness over took you.

“My sweet helpless girl… mummy wants to play with your pretty pussy will you let her?” she asked, her plush lips pressed against your forehead in a kiss. You shook your head no, muttering “‘m sleepy” as you nuzzled further into her breasts. “You don’t want to at least try for mummy?” you whined in response to her question, too tired to even open your eyes. “Shush, shush… just show mummy your cute little pussy and I’ll take care of you” your girlfriend instructed you as her flesh hand brought your thigh to rest on hers, opening you up for her.

As soon as she had you in the right position Sevika brushed her fingers through your folds, toying with your clit then circling your hole, wasting no time in getting what she wanted. Small jolts of pleasure shot up your spine causing you to whine again as she shushed you once more, but you continued to let out little squeaks and moans whilst she slipped one of her thick digits into the entrance of your hole. You just couldn’t help it, her broad fingers always drove you crazy.

Conscious that your noises might attract the attention of the guards she pulled her finger from you and tugged her tank top over her breasts exposing them to you “suck on mummy’s nipple baby, that’ll keep my good girl quiet won’t it?” You immediately obeyed your girlfriend and reached up to suckle on her nipple, letting out a soft hum as your lips and tongue connected with her perky flesh.

You happily sucked away as Sevika returned to toying with your wet pussy, once again slipping a finger inside you. “That’s my good girl, you just needed a distraction didn’t you?” she preened at you as she gently fucked you, maintaining a slow steady pace. It didn’t last long though as despite your sleepiness you still craved more. You started grinding your hips down to meet Sevika’s thrusts causing her to chuckle at you and say “baby wants more does she? Can she handle it?” You nodded against her breast never once ceasing your suckling. “Very well then…” your girlfriend muttered as she pushed in a second finger and picked up her pace. The older woman knew exactly how to have you falling apart for her in no time. She curled her fingers and focused on where you needed her the most, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot.

As pleasure over took you, you wanted nothing more than to pull from Sevika’s nipple and cry out for her but behaved yourself and stayed quiet.

“That’s it baby just let go for me… give in to it… let mummy make you feel good” she whispered against your head.

You could feel your muscles tighten as you squeezed her fingers causing Sevika to grunt heavily with the added exertion needed to maintain her fast pace. She continued to pound into your sweet spot repeatedly until your body began to shake as your orgasm took over.

Small moans and whimpers escaped your mouth against Sevika’s sensitive nipple now swollen thanks to your attention. Your hips bucked and your toes curled as your muscles went stiff, the wave of bliss completely consuming you.

“Shhhhh shhhhh that’s it doll, that’s my good girl. Such a well behaved pussy giving me what I want” Sevika muttered to you yet you didn’t register her words, your brain was mush now, totally overcome with your euphoria.

After a few seconds your body went limp against her as sleep began to darken your mind. Yet your older girlfriend didn’t move, instead she said “since you were so well behaved and took mummy so nicely she’s going to let you sleep with her fingers filling you up. Want to give my princess sweet dreams tonight.”

You'd been contemplating calling it a night and going home early for over half of that time — despite it being against your bosses wishes.

What was the point of sitting around in an empty shop?

Your bosses rules were weird anyways.

Like the fact that he found chewing gum something worthwhile banning.

Who takes time out of their day to do that?

He could've lessened everyones hours instead.

Would've been smarter, considering the shop's recent unpopularity.

You could all split the hours during the summer and pocket the same profit.

You scoffed into the stale air; agreeing with your own thoughts as you wiped the table for the fourteenth time of the day.

You'd planned it to be your last wipe.

That was, until the bell of the front door rang.

You were certain you'd started hearing noises. Wouldn't have been a surprise considering the heat.

But you weren't hearing stuff.

Weren't seeing shit, either.

Only a hot, tall woman.

"You open still?"

She asked, her voice a sexy, raspy note that bled into the warm air.

Your gaze went blank — and zeroed on her stunning frame. Practically drooling.

Toned muscles peeked from through and underneath her light clothing.

The low dimmed lights catched onto her sculpted features.

A crooked nose.

Strong eyebrows.

Piercing silver eyes.

She cleared her throat.

"Miss?"

You snapped back into reality and stumbled over your own feet to go greet her by the door.

"Yeah, we're open. You really lookin' for a tattoo?" you asked, appalled.

No one gets themselves tattooed in a heatwave like this.

Not if they're not stupid.

Stupidly attractive.

"Yeah," she sighed and stepped further into the store — gaze sweeping over the small interior. Taking it all in.

Old pictures with their frames hanging crooked.

Incense wafting through the air and oozing with the air of the conditioner.

A few chairs — both empty, neither really that private.

The space was packed.

Tiny.

The air inside was definitely just as hot as it was outside — if not hotter.

Twofold.

Almost.

"Asked around. Heard some stuff. Was told your shop would be my best shot."

She hummed.

"Really?" you questioned, walking behind her broad frame.

She turned and gave you a crooked look; one of amusement.

"Really," she confirms. "Or did I just stumble into bad data? Should I leave?"

You quickly shook your head.

"Oh, no! I was just," you swallowed. "Uh... not a lot of people like to get tattooed in the summer. Has a few downsides and all that," is what you managed to spit out.

The woman nodded: easy, unhurried.

"Downsides such as?"

You rounded her to get behind the front desk— searching cabinets for old safety pamphlets.

Ofcourse you'd thrown them out.

"Uhhh, well, there aren't actual risks involved, but it's preferred that you stay out from the sun, which kinda ruins a lot of peoples plans," you explained.

The woman stood patiently before you: nodding along each of your hurried words, leaning against the wooden table.

The surface creaked under her weight.

"I don't have any plans. Actually like it better away from the heat," she assured you.

"An inside person? Me too," you hummed.

The chuckle that followed — deep, rumbling — made your back bow upright: like a zip of electricity had hit you.

"S' that why you've got one singular fan inside this place?" she asked.

Your cheeks flushed.

"Sure. Yeah," you agreed.

Then backtracked when you actually registered her words.

"I mean- no. It's not my call, the ventilation, sadly," you nervously explained, walking towards one of the empty chairs — the one nearest to the fan.

The useless fan.

"Right," the woman rumbled back.

Another chill went through you.

Couldn't pin it on the weather.

You guided her to sit onto the chair, leather creaking — and started gathering your supplies.

"I take it you've got an idea with you. Or better yet, an actual sketch."

"The latter," she replied- already handing you the carefully folded piece of paper.

"Oh my," you took it with a surprised chuckle, cautiously unfolding it. "Not a lot of people do that anymore-"

What was supposed to be a sketch was a perfectly shaded drawing conveying a dragon.

It had precisely shaped wings, an even amount of scales; all sorts of parts overlapping with eachother.

Blending together perfectly.

"You drew this?" you then asked, giving her a shocked look — eyes wide as they stared.

"Don't start flatterin' me, darlin'," she grumbled — though the slightest of burgundy bloomed at the apples of her cheeks. "'s mediocre at best. Feel free to change some things. You're the professional one."

"After this, I'm not sure I am," you laughed. "But I'll try to hold onto that title..."

Your mind blanked.

You hadn't even asked her name.

"... Sevika," she filled in the blank for you.

You sanitized the space and told her your own name. "Great to meet you, miss Sevika."

"Lose the miss," Sevika grumbled almost playfully. "Thought I walked into a Zaunite tattoo shop. Gettin' treated like royalty."

"Could've fooled me." You gave her a foxy smile. Tried to.

She mirrored it with a tiny grin of her own.

Your heart skipped multiple beats. A nurse might've mistakened it for a lower-level aneurysm.

You cleared your throat and pumped the seat down so she was somewhat more at your eye level.

"So, Sevika, is this your first rodeo?"

"Getting a tattoo? No."

She tugged at her sleeve: revealing a graceful arm tattoo that ran all the way from her wrist to her shoulder.

"Cool piece," you complimented with genuine interest. "That got a story?"

"Just thought it was sexy."

Oh.

Great minds think alike and all that.

You turned around to hide the flush on your face and pretended to search for something.

"Certainly is," you muttered in the hopes that she wouldn't catch it.

Perhaps she didn't, since no answer followed.

That, or she was one hell of an actor.

"I'm guessing that tattoo was planned for a larger area. We're you thinking chest or back?"

"Back."

Thank fucking god.

Having to pretend to be concentrated whilst secretly just staring at her boobs the whole time would've been your end.

"Back piece. Ooookay," you hummed, pulling on your gloves with your back still to her.

Clothing ruffled behind you.

You didn't give it much of a thought.

"For that, you'll need at least two separate sessions."

"Figured."

"What about placement? Just in the clear middle, or would you like to choose it by the mirror-"

Boobs greeted you when you turned back around.

Of course she wouldn't wear a bra.

Abs stared back at you.

Muscles.

The boobs.

Oh, chirst.

She was like a hand-carved greek statue.

You squeaked a little. Forcibly.

Then continued on like the professional you were pretending to be.

"So... uh, the placement?"

"Middle's good."

You gave her a rapid bow and started guiding her down — trying to ignore the heat at your abdomen.

"Okayyy, just lay down on your stomach for me," you uttered: voice coming out shakier than you would've liked it to.

She settled with a groan. Something in her back cracked.

"Blamin' the age," she grumbled.

You laughed and tittered like a teenager, and started fixing up your tattoo gun — cleaning, changing, testing...

But once she was on her stomach, she turned to you and gave a look that bordered on worry.

"This ain't gon be a problem, right?"

She moved her metal arm lightly.

The gears went around with a scuffle.

You'd noticed it the second she walked through that door. Of course you had.

It was impossible not to.

But you had enough sympathy to not linger on it like you'd imagine that a lot of people tend to.

A metal limb wasn't the most vulgar thing you'd seen working where you did.

Your face softened a little.

Your novel attraction to her only grew.

"I doubt so," you gently answered. "If it gets in the way, we'll find you a better spot to lay down at. Okay?"

Her head bopped once in agreement.

The stencil took ten minutes to get on. You enjoyed shaving off the hairs from her back far too much.

You then smiled a little: even knowing she couldn't see it, and buzzed your machine on.

"You ready?"

"Mmm..." the hole in the seat carried her voice out.

"Just tell me if something hurts or you gotta take a break."

"'m a tough girl," she grumbled into the warm leather. "Might even enjoy it."

You giggled and settled yourself over her at the best possible angle — hands bending, tongue already peeking out in concentration.

The first contact made her shiver.

"You good?"

Another agreeing rumble reached you.

Okay.

You actually managed to focus on the tattoo for the first ten minutes.

Then Sevika let out a groan.

At first, you suspected she was in pain.

But before you could ask, a moan followed.

Shit. She wasn't lying.

"Y- uh, you good?" you gulped.

"Never better, baby."

Baby???

Oh, god.

To the very best of your ability — you continued.

Somehow even managed to have a stable grip on the machine.

Drew straight lines and curvy curves.

Ignored the sweat droplets that ran down her bare, sticky back.

Her moans and groans continued.

Pleasured. Content.

They egged you on.

You wanted to please her.

Let that be through the process of a tattoo or not.

"t' feels 'good," she murmured towards the end of the session; when the base of the tattoo was already nearing its end.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Your tongue peeked again to wet your lips.

"It is one, doll."

Fuck, her nicknames.

Cringy as they were, you ate them up. Let them stir the heat in your gut each time one fell from her lips.

You were sure there was a wet patch by your crotch.

A growing one.

To your luck, if one was there — atleast it hadn't caught Sevika's attention.

With as much proximidity as you had to her, that alone was a surprise.

After a raw hour of Sevika's moans and your own barely surpressed ones — the session's time came to end.

If it was up to you: you would've had her walking out of the store with a fully shaded tattoo by the end of the night.

Especially if it meant you could listen to her lewd sounds for a handful of more hours.

But it wasn't a question of choice.

It wasn't your decision.

It was the fact that the store had to be shut by eleven PM sharp. Another stupid rule.

And you were already running half an hour late.

Had you not been so distracted with such a sweet, lustful melody ringing in the room, you might've glanced at the time every once in a while.

But you hadn't.

So when you eventually did — your tattooing came to an absurd stop.

"I think that's it for today," you broke the sudden silence that followed; wiping the remaining ink from the sore skin of Sevika's back once last.

"Shit," she groaned and pushed herself somewhat upright; eyes hazy, face relaxed.

You, by now, had learned to act like her gorgeous boobs weren't there.

Sevika looked at you, slowly bearing her surrondings.

"Can I see it?"

"Of course!" you chirped and gestured for her to sit nearer by the full-lenght mirror — and shoved a smaller one into her hand.

She then stared; gaze glued to the new piece sitting on the skin of her back.

Her reaction wasn't immediate.

That you'd gotten used to.

Quick thank you's that most of the time didn't even feel sincere. Just hurried.

With Sevika, you had to wait.

That felt genuine.

A beat passed.

Then,

"I like it," she murmured, and something akin to a smirk tugged at her dark-painted lips.

You watched how the act pulled the scar on her upper lip.

"Yeah?" you asked, nearly holding your breath; afraid she could hear the shake in it.

"Yeah," Sevika assured and gave you a look over the handheld mirror.

Your cheeks went bright for the millionth time of the evening.

"Well- I, uh, I'm glad. Really."

Silence overtook the room.

The fan buzzed.

It hadn't tuned the heat down in hours. Literal nor figurative.

It was Sevika's turn to break the quiet.

"So, does this gotta heal before the next step or?—"

"Oh, yes!" you took a step back and looked around for the plastic wrap to cover the fresh tattoo with. "The recommended time is atleast two weeks, but that might vary from person to person."

"Mmhm."

As you went around her and the seat to take care of the tattoo — your instructions continued pouring out in a nervous ramble.

"I'm sure you've heard it all before, but don't try to pick at the protection or break the cling seal." You opened a fresh bandage.

"That might lead to infection, which'll lead to more problems..."

A tired laugh: not one of mocking — rumbled deep from her chest and made her back heave with it.

"I got it, sweetness."

Your lips parted.

Sevika felt the air land on tacky her skin.

"Okay. Yeah. Good."

You tried not to hump her back as you covered the new tattoo.

Just so managed.

Then hopped off your chair and came to stand before Sevika.

Even had to hand her back her damp shirt with your eyes averted.

Her chuckle didn't go unnoticed by you.

"So, I'll swing by two weeks from now? Just show you the tattoo. Get your confirmation on the healin'."

Sevika held her bottom lip between her teeth and gave you a look from under her lashes — human hand busy going through her jeans pockets.

Something in you throbbed.

Everything in you.*

"Sure! Absolutely," you returned with a shy smile and stood up; but not before a stack of bills got shoved in the palm of your hand.

You made a quick count of the amount and gave her an aghast look.

"There's an extra fifty in here-"

"I know. Keep it."

Sevika herself rose; streched, and then started waltzing towards the exist.

You stood in place.

Then followed like a lost puppy.

"Are you sure?" What for?" you questioned — hurrying behind her.

Her steps halted, the doorknob already in a steady hold in her metal palm.

"Good service," she offered with a coy smirk. All dashing and hot.

Before you could thank her, more words came.

"Nice ass. Pretty face."

Your legs nearly gave in.

Fuck.

Your mouth opened and closed.

Utters came out.

Your words tangled.

Her smirk grew and bordered on arrogant.

The front door's bell went as she pushed open the door.

A breath of almost-fresh-air spilled into the space.

Sevika turned on her heel and chuckled on her way out.

"I'll see you in two weeks."

You stood still. Mind blank. Limbs senseless.

All in all; a pleasant buzz travelling through your body.

You nearly broke into silent, happy peeps when the door went again.

Sevika's face peeked back inside.

"I was also told the employees here are attractive," she hummed and gave you a quick one-over, eyes hooded.

Shrugged.

"Not wrong there."

A final click.

And then she was gone again.

She'd rendered you breathless. Left you reeling, worked up and alone.

You clutched at the bills in your palm.

Stared at the closed door in utter disbelief.

You'd already began counting down the hours that it'd take for you to be living the moment two weeks ahead.

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“I don’t think we’re good for each other.”

You didn’t know what to say. It was true you both had been arguing a little more than usual but you didn’t think it’d lead to something like this. Not now.

“We can salvage it if we just compromise.” You said, avoiding her eyes too as you quietly took a deep inhale of your cigar.

Sevika stubbed hers out. “No.”

You looked finally. She did too. There was nothing beyond those grey eyes. No emotions you could detect. “You really don’t want this relationship anymore?” You asked, voice soft.

“I never said that. But there’s a difference between wanting and needing something.” Sevika answered.

You paused, then asked again, “so you don’t need me?”

“It’s not about me. It’s about you. You don’t deserve someone who can’t give you a guarantee for the future.”

“There were never supposed to be guarantees.”

Sevika didn’t say anything but her confused expression said a lot more than words could, so you elaborated. “You could die any moment due to natural causes. There’s no stopping that. Who said I can guarantee you my life?”

“...” Sevika let out a deep breath. It fogged the air.

You both had stayed like that for a while till you felt your fingertips numbing from the cold. Sevika pushed off the railing she was leaning on, and took her poncho off. The warm red fabric was dropped over your back, engulfing your smaller frame with its warmth and the scent of metal and oil filled your nostrils.

“Y’should go home. It’s gettin’ cold.” She mumbled under her breath. She was about to leave, but then she second-guessed that, came back and kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

She hadn’t waited for you to say it back.

She had left.

Since then, you hadn’t felt like yourself— your apartment felt dull. Cold. You missed her with every breath you took. Every hot shower felt cold. Every meal felt unfulfilling.

You just wanted her back.

Missing her meant indulging in the same habits as her. The bad ones. You drank till your mind swam in puddles of your own pain— pain that never left you no matter how many rounds of drinks you bought yourself. It didn’t matter. Your throat burnt, the bartender even cut you off seeing your state.

But your heart? Still that dull throb of pain and heartbreak.

You stopped trying to make your own meals, knowing fully well you had no one to share it with. Your diet was just alcohol and cigarettes now.

“Watch it!” You snapped.

The person who almost crashed into you murmured something that sounded like a half-assed apology before they tried to walk away. You turned.

It was her.

Sevika.

She seemed to be in pretty bad shape. Her head was bleeding, lip split, knuckles raw and bruised. Your eyes widened a little despite the alcohol coursing through your system.

“I ain’t no doctor but that much blood shouldn’t be outside your body.” You slurred.

Sevika blinked at you. “Don’t— just—” her breath hitched, sentence incomplete.

You stared at her for a good long while before laughing bitterly. “Go. Go. Walk away like you always do.”

Sevika swore she could feel her throat close up. She opened her mouth to say something, but that’s when she felt the dizzying headache hit her.

Her knees hit the ground before her mind could catch up.

“Sevika!” You lunged forward, hand on her chest, the other hovering awkwardly over her back.

“’m fine…”

“You’re not. Stop— just stop. Come with me.”

“I told you I’m fine. I’m— you’re gonna get hurt with me—”

“Sev. The only one hurting me is you.”

That shut her up.

Your living room quickly smelled of blood and antiseptic as you took care of your former lover. You dressed the wound on her side with quiet efficiency.

“We don’t have to talk.” you said, quietly putting everything back in the medical kit.

“What if I want to?” Sevika asked, clearly testing the waters despite the uncomfortable silence.

“Can we do that without sounding like exes?”

“Probably not.”

“Then I don’t wanna talk.”

“Why?”

“I hate remembering when you left.”

Sevika stared down at the floor for a while. You fluffed the couch cushions. “Don’t… stay up too late.” You pulled the throw blanket over her legs. “You can stay over till you’re a bit better.”

“... Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You walked out of the living room to your bedroom for some more privacy where you were sure you’d likely drink some more.

By the time you were up, Sevika was gone… again.

But there was a note on the coffee table.

It said “thank you for being you. I have work so I’m headed out. We can talk when I’m off — Sevika”.

---

It was supposed to be talk when she pushed you up on the hood of the car, taking her position between your legs as she kissed you harder. Your hands were wrapped around her neck, stroking the back of it as you kissed her deeper. She smelled faintly of blood again, but this time there was also the smell of shimmer and sweat.

“How was work?” You asked, licking the little scar of her bottom lip.

Sevika grinned softly. “Shit.”

“That’s too bad. You want a little stress relief?”

“Are you offerin’?”

“Take it while it’s hot.”

Sevika knew fucking in the garage was a little risky but that was what turned her on more than anything.

“Alright, baby. As you say.”

Your panties were pushed to the side, her weeping cock head slowly teasing your entrance as she kissed you again. It was wet this time, saliva dripping down your chin. Sevika pulled back, smirking at you.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this way too much.” You mumbled before feeling her penetrating you properly.

Your pussy stretched around her thick member invitingly, engulfing it with warmth and tightness. Sevika let out a faint moan, her mechanical hand clicking before resting heavy on your waist.

She started thrusting.

Your body shook with the force of every other thrust of her hips, pussy soaking up her length and running down your inner thighs. Your moans were muffled by her shoulder, fingers scratching down on her clothed back.

“Sev, Sev— s-slow, wait, I’m not used to this.”

“Well, you’re the one who offered yourself up as stress relief.”

You got wetter, tighter. She groaned.

“Little slut. I know what you’re doing.”

“Then fuck me harder, idiot.”

You swore your body was beyond your control.

You could barely feel your legs anymore but you knew one of your shoes was knocked off as Sevika pounded inside.

“Oh Janna! I’m— I’m close.”

“That’s fast. You’ve been yearning for this, haven’t you?” Sevika laughed softly, “my little cumslut. Couldn’t wait to have my big dick pound your soft tight pussy, hmmm?” As she asked you that, her tone got condescending, hitting you just right.

“Y-yes, yes! Fuck!”

You smushed your face in the crook of her warm neck, taking in the strong smell of her cologne, sweat and blood. Sevika held you tighter as she twitched inside.

“You ready for me, sweet?”

“I— inside? I’m— yes! Yes! Ohhhh…”

Your eyes rolled back as you felt the warmth filling you up, cumming at the same time as her.

Sevika pulled back, groaning as she watched her cock leaking the last of her own semen and your cum soaking the shaft.

“Shit, baby, you messed me up so good.” She wiped it off using her hand and held it up.

You responded with pure muscle memory as you leaned forward to lick her hand clean.

“That’s hot…” she mumbled.

You smirked, faint but cocky.

---

The apartment smelled faintly of lavender as Sevika lowered you into the tub filling up with warm water. “You're okay.” Sevika pulled your hair back, kissing your forehead. “I'm gonna go get some clean towels, okay?”

“I'm surprised you have any.” You joked.

“I'm lazy, not insane.”

Sevika straightened before leaving the bathroom. She returned with a fluffy towel that she hung on the towel bar. She checked the water level, closed the tap and sat at the edge. Gently, she pulled back your hair that was soaking at the ends.

“I'd told you we needed to talk.” She began, her voice soft, “but we ended up getting… intimate.”

You looked up, “it's okay. Now's the best time to talk. I'm tired and naked, and you're in your own apartment.”

“Valid.” Sevika quietly uncapped the shampoo bottle. “Well, I was wrong to make the decision of breaking up without talking it through.”

“It's okay, you were scared.”

You closed your eyes when you felt her flesh hand’s fingers working through your hair, massaging your scalp with the shampoo.

“It's not okay.”

“Baby—”

“Let me take the damn accountability.”

You tried not to giggle.

Sevika raised a brow. “Why’re you laughin’?”

“You're cute— that's all.” you smiled up.

She leaned down, pecking your lips. “Stay over today, okay?”

“I will, but on one condition,” you leaned against her side, not caring that you were soaking her side, “you wear that pink pajama set I'd gotten you.”

Sevika's lip twitched. “Fine.”

“Oh my god.” Your hand covered your mouth, muffled giggles seeping past either way. “You actually still have that?”

Her cheeks reddened a little. “I never throw away stuff you give me.”

“Awww, aren't you such a romantic.”

you put on a strap, one of the thickest, longest ones, and sevika ties your wrists and ankles so she can ride you relentlessly while humiliating you. she’s so wet, receptive, fucking dripping while going up and down on your dick, but you can’t move, can’t hold and squeeze her teasing hips, can’t do much with your own hips either, so you just turn into a sobbing, pathetic mess below her.

sevika chuckles darkly, one hand cupping your face damp with tears and sweat. “what is it? why is my little fuck toy whining? thought she was better than this.”

“s–sev..please let me–let me touch you! please!” right after the pleas left your mouth, her hand went down on your face.

a smacking sound echoing in the dark room. you pathetically moaned at the action, desperately trying to thrust. she let out another dark chuckle at your freakiness.

“god, you’re such a slut.” she held your face again, holding your chin, stopping the riding for an instant. “you think you have the right to touch me? you can’t even use a strap properly. see this? i need to do all the work because you’re too stupid to do it by yourself. isn’t that true?”

her condescending tone accompanied by a particularly forceful, sudden thrust of her hips that made her breath hitch at the toy’s depth and made you whimper at the pressure against your clit brought tears back again to your eyes. you fought to keep them from falling, feeling even more pathetic for being on the verge of orgasm thanks to her harsh words.

“my poor doll, was mommy too harsh on you?” despite her gentle tone, she slid two fingers into your mouth. you sucked them immediately. “good girl. maybe you’re not too dumb.”

she applied a bit of downward pressure on your tongue, a silent command to open your mouth. then, she gathered saliva and spat it into your mouth, withdrawing her fingers so you would close and swallow. as soon as she saw your throat move with the swallow, she returned to her starting position and resumed bouncing on your strap. strongly, faster, insatiable.

sevika’s moans and grunts were back. a perfect melody to your ears and a perfect vision for your needy mind.

You, on the other hand, were almost always running cold. Your hands were cold enough to compare to two blocks of ice straight out of the freezer. So when you’d come over to stay, Sevika very willingly offered her hoodie after sex.

Except… when you had put on the comfortable beige hoodie, and pulled the hood up just a little to observe your reflection on the mirror in the bedroom—Sevika’s brain had absolutely short-circuited. A part of you was sure that that’s when she decided she wanted to wife you up.

–

Sevika had just gotten back from work, smelling faintly of Zaun streets and smoke. When she leaned down to get her daily welcome-back-home kiss—she noticed the hoodie you wore. You were practically drowning in the clothing, and somehow that only made you more adorable in her eyes.

Sevika’s eyes never left you as you watched her taking her poncho off and stretching her limbs out.

“You’re staring.” You muttered.

Sevika huffed and sank onto the couch next to you, it dipped under her weight. You thought she’d say something. She didn’t. Instead—she grabbed your waist and pulled you in her lap with ease.

She kissed you. You—shocked, but definitely enjoying it— kissed back.

You felt her hand slip under the hem of the hoodie, reaching up to search for your soft breasts. Once her rough palm found the soft mounds, she started her torment—rolling and pinching your nipples in the middle of the kiss to feel the way your moans felt against her tongue.

Your hands on her shoulder gripped her tighter, and before you even knew it—you started grinding.

“Oh, fuck, baby… you’re in the mood today, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one turnin’ me on,” Sevika accused.

“What did I do?” You pouted, playing innocent.

“Oh, don’t act so naïve now, missy, you know damn well what you did.”

Sevika’s hand pulled out of form under the hoodie and pulled your panties to the side hastily to access your soaking cunt. She rubbed first—roughly feeling up your vulva. You whimpered and rocked your hips in rhythm with her hand.

“I need you so badly. Please… finger me.” You mumbled, giving her the puppy eyes, “I’ve been home, waiting for you to come back and I’ve been soaked since the morning. But you’d already left for work.”

“Yeah? That so, baby?”

Sevika dipped inside a single digit.

You gasped, “yes! Mmm, more, please.”

“Maybe,” Sevika kissed your jaw, “beg, pretty. You look way too good when you beg.”

“I want you so bad, baby, I’ve been a good girl. I deserve a good fingering… please, baby,” you roll your hips forward, urging more of her finger inside, “please, just fuck me already, baby…”

“How impatient,” Sevika pushed in a second finger, “you want more?”

“Mmm, this is perfect,” you clenched around her digits, enthusiastically bouncing yourself on her fingers, riding them.

“You don’t want more?” Sevika asked, amused, “I thought you wanted to get fingered real fucking desperately.”

“I do, I am—you’re already two fingers deep in my—”

A third finger.

She slammed all three of her fingers knuckles-deep.

You gasped, pussy tight around the intruding digits, caught entirely by surprise. Your clit twitched, your thighs were shaky now.

“Oh fuck!”

Sevika smirked, “you good, princess?”