Warnings: Councilor!Sevika, breakup, angst, pre and post war lore, comfort, degradation, pup name, c*m denial, subby sevika and sloppy make-ups!
It was betraying enough to know that the love of your life. Silco’s best woman. Helper of the Zaun, had soon joined Piltover’s council post war. The city finally managed to start recovering once engineers meshed sides to create a stabilized place. But your heart was the one most beaten up.
The relationship never ended because of putrid violence that flashed signals of life or death, no.
It was an argument that ended the relationship not so long before the war.
You wanted her to stop using her fists to communicate for silco’s power, and for the first time in the relationship, never dared to agree.
It was sour. So fucking sour to see her in a golden cased building that you were bitter enough not to stare at from afar. It wounded you. Your woman that knew you thought best, had isolated herself from hearing your truth. That you had every right to be furious when she came home late, battered with purple and red bruises and gashes that took ages to heal.
She didn’t listen to you, and now she’s in the fucking skies, and now can pass laws. Maybe you were wrong.
Maybe your analogy of her limping to your arms was something that could alchemize into triumph. What a joke.
What you didn’t know, was that Sevika took the breakup far worse. Physically.
She ended her sobriety by going back to next door bars and drinking cheap liquor before using the hands you desperately begged not to hit once more, and cracked the skulls of at least eleven people in a week.
Piltover wasn’t any better. Worse. She was surrounded by superiors. People that made her felt left out no matter what the conversation was. She couldn’t cope unhealthily in case of losing her position. Not even shimmer was provided since it was halted from producing, and her arm was upgraded up by hextechs.
But it’s not like you would’ve cared. Obviously.
Sevika never bothered to visit you before or after. So perhaps you were the problem—
A knock raddled your house.
It couldn’t have been. No.
You peeked through the door hole to see a tired, very. Very. Familiar face.
You swing open the door with a face of mixed emotions: confusion, disgust, and shock.
“W..what are you doing here?”
Her hands fidgeted something behind her back as she looked down at you.
“I uhm..thought I’d come and say hi. Since. I’m back in town for a little.”
“Sevika, you never even visited me before the war.”
Silence followed her response before you coldly shifted your shoulders and asked in a quieter tone.
She straightened herself up and revealed her mechanic arm to have a bouquet filled with piltover’s hand plucked, mixed with your favorite flowers.
“Flowers won’t get my trust back. You had your chances. You blew them over numerous times. I gave you that many chances and you still screwed them over.”
She remained quiet while you stammered in hopes of not forming tears, yet you still did.
“I-I patched you up and you thanked me by sleeping in the other room. A-all because of what? The truth?”
You sniffled. She painstakingly kept her hands away from wiping your tears.
“That’s fucked up, Sevika.”
Her voice didn’t steady itself when she continued to mutter.
“I knew you had good intentions for me. So let me try again.”
“No! You didn’t bother for so long.”
You were ready to close the door. Slam it if you felt extra petty. But Sevika’s fleshy hand immediately predicted it as she opened and guarded the door to stay wide. Her eyes became watery. A gaze that you rarely saw unless she pissed you off real bad.
“Please. Please—I swear I’ll be so so so so good to you.”
You shook your head no, but your heart pounded for syllables that could spell out a yes. You despised of her so much for being the most unforgettable partner you’ve ever had.
“I know you need me. I can feel it.”
“Yeah? How would you know?”
“Because we promised each other to look out for one another even if we broke up. Baby. You know I don’t do promises. I still stuck my pinky out.” An exasperated chuckle came out after, trying her best not to sob on your front doorstep.
“Well. You clearly didn’t love me as much as I did then—“
“I did! I swear to you, I did. I still do.”
Her words started conglomerating. Her sentences were always kept pristine. So seeing her this vulnerable made you finally put your guard down.
“I thought that—that something happened to you in the war a-and I couldn’t live with myself knowing you got hurt. I thought that being in the council could get my mind off you, but it didn’t. It—it didn’t and it’s fucking hell there everyday I cease to breathe.”
Her tears infiltrated her face with choked words continuing in strings.
“I-I lost Jinx, I lost Isha—I can’t fucking lose you too.”
You couldn’t handle the rest as you immediately wrapped your arms around her neck. By the least, you could comfort her. It’s what you did best. And it’s a sight that broke you every night.
She dropped the forgotten bouquet as she immediately squeezed your weight against her chest in case you ever left the embrace. Her quiet sobs filled your ears as you shushed her, patting her hair. You made sure the two of you got inside before locking the door and letting her release every emotion she held in during the entire span of the conflicts.
Sevika was practically wiped clean of identity from Zaun. Her purposes morphed into people. And all three of them died. Her purpose of having you never left her dignity, and she was petrified she’d lose her last one too.
You were the first to separate the hug. She only held you tighter. You rolled your eyes, prying away only so you could cradle her face. Her gaze immediately fell on your lips. She remembered the first kiss so vividly because she dreamt of them every night.
It was hell in Piltover, hell in Zaun, hell in any place if it meant you weren’t there alongside. The fists that easily knocked out someone had started to hesitate because of your words.
So to her surprise, you opened the gate by pressing your lips against hers. Something she never savored enough until now. Kissing never felt so good. The tingle spread in her veins as she picked you up and tongued you desperately. Your mouth hesitated before sucking and feeling her back. Her needy groans filled the room as her fleshy hand found its way up beneath your shirt, grasping and kneading your breasts like she was deprived. Because she was.
She carried you to your bed, spreading your legs open with her weight pressing you down on the mattress as her breathing cooled your neck down.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good. Please. Please trust me on that at least.”
The air filled with filthy sex. You managed to pin Sevika down against the bed frame this round and relentlessly grind on her big clit.
“Iloveyou—iloveyousosomuch—“
“You’re so f-fucking pathetic.”
Tears welted in her eyes. Leftover from the sweet and innocent moment you two had hours ago, overstimulated because it had been hours, and the degrading all together made it possible for her to actually cry during sex for the first time.
You hit your sweet spot with sopping strings webbing between the two pussies.
“I d-don’t—ah! I don’t forgive you still.”
Her head faltered back with her grip clinging on your plushy ass, bouncing it up and down with slick! Slick! Slick!’s fogging the space.
“I don’t care. I have you back. S’all that matters.”
Your back arched as you choked your moans out. Strings of white replaced the clear webs.
She watched you wriggle as she wiped her tears quickly and smiled.
“That’s it, mama. Say whatever you want. M’stupid for you.”
You motioned your hips a bit higher, and her breathing stifled.
“A-ah. Right there baby.”
Sevika was a bit taken aback, given the fact that she usually would’ve had you ass up and pounded from the back if you have this much attitude. But take it easy on her. She hadn’t felt you up in dog years..practically.
“Please. Pleaaase baby. C’mon. M’so close.”
“‘You gonna be a good pup and fuck me till I love you again? Hm?”
“Yes! Yes. I swear to Janna I’ll be such a good fucking dog—“
“Piece of shit.” You spat back at her while she took you deliciously.
She desperately grind back, but was quickly cut short of the privilege when you slowed your pacing.
“Greedy little bitches don’t deserve to cum unless they’re patient.”
“M-M’not greedy! I’ll stop, I’m sorry.”
“S’what I thought, my pup.”
The bed frame relentlessly banged against the wall as you quickened your pace, rubbing clits like you had a cock. She’d secretly keep it to her grave that she liked hearing you be this hateful in bed.
It was a beautiful, disgusting sight of Sevika sniffling, tears continuing to drip down her face as it meshed with her sweat, and snot piling from her nose. You never made her look this way until now. And you loved every second of it.
“C-can’t hold it. M’gonna cum—“
“S’fine. You d-did fine. Cum.”
You granted silent permission for her to desperately chase her high and finally grind against your puffy clit. Two rams aggressively fighting to win. In this case, for Sevika to finally reach her orgasm.
“Fuck yeah baby—ffuck! Mm!—“ groans ripped out of Sevika’s throat. Guttural.
