Warnings: Sevika owns a bar, brat reader, destination wedding, age gap (Iâm sorry I love it too much but reader is 27 and sev is 42), story takes place in Houston, reader has fled three weddings (this being her third), talks of past drug addiction, no strings attached (or theyâll try not to), slow burn, heavy makeout session, fingering, public, reader is an ex rich girl, drunk kisses, thereâs prob more
Genre: fluff, smut, angst
A/n: I feel like because I donât describe skin tone or weight in every fic that it gets lost but reader is always black and some type of chubby!
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The day your family has been waiting for...for a third time! You are known for doing what you want to do, when you want to do it. Personally, you believe life should be exactly how you want it to be. Which can make you seem insufferable, but you could care less!
Your manicured nails caress the skirt of your dusty pink ball gown styled wedding dress. Looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. There is twenty minutes before the wedding and your heart is in your throat. Another woman who owns some business that doesn't interest you at all. You didn't even want to get married in Texas, as you prefer colder climax, but no one seems to care about that.
As you take deep breaths, you step away from the mirror and gather some of your belongings and shove them into your clutch. Knowing someone is stationed by the door you open the window.
"If I scale down, I should be able to make a run for it..." you mutter taking a deep breath as you give yourself one final glance.
With that you kick your heels off as you scale two stories down, not really caring if you're seen just trying to get down as safely as possible! Once your feet hit the ground you take off not exactly knowing where you're going just trying to get away.
You are so thankful you assured your mother that you'd behave today or else there'd be security everywhere!
Adrenaline fills your chest as you run into the road frantic. You mutter curse words under your breath as your feet burn against the pavement. Your hands slap against a taxi, and you get in, "take me anywhere...wait no don't just um take me somewhere local. Please..."
With that you were driven in silence to you ended up at a bar, "The Last Drop" you read.
You pay the taxi and step out the cab, ignoring the weird looks.
Slowly you walk in, observing how different you look from everyone else. Breast heaving with anxiety, the sweetheart neckline hiding nothing.
Your eyes land at a woman behind the bar. She's tall, strong and huge. Scars scattered across her face leading to her prosthetic arm. Wide smirk and sharp grey eyes land on you before she calls out to you, "lost?"
With a shaky sigh you say, "who's the owner?"
"Speaking to her doll", you scoff, "don't call me that, look do you know anywhere I can stay?"
The woman walks around the bar, never breaking eye contact. "What would you like to be called then?"
"Will you help me if you know my name?"
She just shrugs in responds, which pisses you off! A part of you wants to turn around, but your barefoot in a city you've never been in, with money you need to preserve so you swallow your pride and tell her your name.
"Thank you...I'm Sevika." Her flesh hand extending. When you shake her hand, it engulfs yours sending a little electricity to your clit. Your hand retreats first when you feel her give you a little squeeze.
"I have a spare room you can stay in for free, but you'd have to work here." She states as her eyes look you up and down. "Fine, that's fine can you just take me to the room please..."
With that she guides you upstairs ignoring the hoots and hollers from the patrons. Before she showed you the bedroom, she shows you the bathroom and the other necessary areas you're allowed in.
The room was big enough however it is probably the smallest room you've ever stayed in. "Thank you" you whisper as you move to sit on the bed, but she stays by the door.
"Have you ever worked a job before?"
"No, but I've made drinks before." She almost gives you a look of pity, "That's good enough, we'll go over some things tomorrow, but I have to ask. What's with the dress?"
"I'm tired so..." with that she leaves you alone for the night.
In the morning there was a knock on the door, jolting you awake. Dress sprawled around you and starting to feel the pain in your feet. "Come in" you call out and she enters, "Anything you need is in the bathroom."
Before you can say thank you, she leaves. "Bitch..."
You took a much-needed shower and fixed your hair, always keeping something on you. The clothes are good enough, nothing you'd typically wear.
Training wasn't too hard, you know how to turn up the charisma, you grew up having to make drinks for your father.
"Don't talk much, or are you too good for it?" Sevika asks you after only hearing hums for responses.
"Look I appreciate you truly, but I am not in the mood for conversation." You say sharply turning to her as patrons start to pour in, "Doll, cut the fucking attitude. You're testing my patience!"
"I can do worse, watch out" you say as you walk around her with a sway to your hips. Heading to the bar to engage with some customers.
The day went by smooth, but the night is where it's at! Flirting with customers, ignoring Sevika and having down time. Although it's your first night working, you kinda like it. Not that you'd tell anyone that.
"Can I ask you a question", you say with a raised eyebrow, looking over at Sevika. She turns to face you, shifting her weight on her feet almost like she's fighting to stand in place.
"How'd you get this place?", "well it was my friends, ex-friends...basically people died and now it's mine."
You didn't know whether to laugh or feel bad but you couldn't fight that smile that was breaking out, never being able to hide your emotions. Her own smile breaks out on her face as she tells you that you're allowed to laugh if you find it funny.
"If we're asking questions then, why'd you show up here in a wedding dress?"
"That's a loaded question", you say as you focus on making even shots. Sevika comes behind you a lifts your arm higher and tilts it more. "We got time but if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine."
The idea of someone giving you an option makes your chest pang. "I don't want to marry for money so I leaveâŚevery wedding."
âEvery wedding? So this isnât the first?â She says a little softer than her usual sharp tone. "YeahâŚbut the heart wants what it wants right? Anyways whatâs up with you, whatâs your love life?"
"Unless you count fucking as a love life then I got nothing." Sevika moves from behind you, removing a hand you didn't even realize was still holding yours. "So who broke your heart?" you ask with a tilt head.
With a snort she said, "no one, get back to work."
And work you did, it became so natural over the course of six months. It's November now and you've grown accustomed to working and living at the bar!
You haven't thought of moving out yet. It's convenient and close to Sevika, who you need to fuck at least onceâŚ
Who says a little sex won't hurt on your much needed journey of self! Sheâs hot, sheâs annoying and she kinda gets you! Doesnât hurt that youâve been laying down some roots, like the girls at the salon that you now frequent have become some good friends! Life feels like it's something you can enjoy now, and you haven't really thought about going back! At least not during the day.
On a slow Wednesday night, you and another one of the workers you've gotten close with decide to lounge around till Sevika get's back from a much needed ice run.
"Look at your lazy asses" she says as she lugs the ice on her shoulder. "There's no one fucking here", you say with a smile. "Then come help me in the back.â A smile itches to break out on your face but you keep it at bay.
Over the last three months you and Sevika have started a slight flirtation. She'd say something slick then you'd say something slicker, and it just formed natural tension.
"Don't actually grab anything I just wanted you back here with me."
"She will be fine c'mere" Sevika whispers as she wraps her arms around your waist, pressing your body against hers. "What if a customer comes?"
"Like you give a fuck" she whispers against your lips before her hands trail down your back and squeezes your ass.
You lean in to kiss her and she pulls away, "Sevika" you say sucking your teeth. "Beg for it baby" she whispers, her velvety voice low.
Before you could even argue against that, your coworker calls your name. "If you weren't such a tease maybe we'd be able to actually fuck sometime!"
She ignores you and walks out there making sure everything is okay, which it was!
Closing couldn't have come quicker! It's guaranteed two hours by yourself. As the usuals said there byes or had to get dragged out, someone just had to waltz in, ruining another moment before it could really start!
"What's good here?" The voice was too familiar, thank god you were under the counter about to lock up some bottles y'all store there.
Sevika looks down at you with a cocked eyebrow. Wondering why you didnât pop up to greet the customer. Before she could say your name you pinch her inner thigh. Not exactly understanding what's happening she keeps conversation brief with the man. Nervous your nails dig into her upper thigh as you rest your head against her leg.
He couldn't be any slower before leaving. "What the fuck was that?" She asks with fever, heat growing in her chest as you strengthen your grip. "I'm like 100 percent sure that was my brother...I thought y'know after cutting them off, well getting cut off that, I wouldn't see anyone and I freaked so..."
As soon as you fully rise, she picks you up and places you on the counter. "You can never be happy if you're always running from something" her grey eyes softening as she laces her fingers with yours.
"I'm not running...I left and I knew that meant getting cut off if I didn't get married. They gave me an ultimatum and they can't be mad I'm thriving in it!"
"Is this thriving? I don't know someone who hides under bars from estranged family members or doesn't take pictures because they're afraid they are gonna get tracked down! Fooling yourself isn't gonna help anyone here."
You scrunch up your face, "I'm just being cautious! You don't get it-"
"Because you don't tell me anything about you besides that your family is rich and disapproving of everything you do!"
Angrily you snatch your hand away, "move I want to go to sleep." Her hand balls on the counter but slowly she backs away from you, giving you enough space to hop down. Silently she walks behind you as you head upstairs.
Before you could shut your room door in her face, she holds the door. "Come home with me."
Sevika walks toward you, hand extended.
There is a silent stare down of power. You don't even know what your point is half the time when you argue with her, you just don't want her so close. However, you also want her close...
Sevika steely grey eyes harden as she doesn't move her gaze, but there's a plead in them too.
With a thick swallow, you take her hand, fingers entangling.
Sev's apartment, is calming to your surprise. Calm lights, open spaces, minimal decor, candles here and there. "Sit. I'm making tea."
You sink into her couch, letting the warmth of her sofa engross you. Smells like her. A smell you want to be pressed on-top of you...maybe wake up next to it.
The aroma of the tea fills your nose, as Sevika joins you on the couch with two cups. Her eyes carry the same heat coming from the ceramic cup youâre trying to be cautious of as you sip.
âTaste goodâŚâ you whisper eyes looking away.
âThank youâ she mutters, back pressing into the couch. You canât help but let your eyes linger to her torso. Sculpted, brown and a peak of a happy trail from her slightly raised shirt.
âListen, I was being a brat earlier I just donât talk to people yâknow?â
She gives you a curt nod, definitely relating to the sentiment!
âSorry if I seem pushy or needy I justâŚwant to make sure youâre good.â
âNot needy, definitely pushy but itâs nice.â This put a small smile on her face.
âIf weâre gonna ask questions, can I ask about your arm?â You whisper, eyes looking over her detailed prosthetic.
Her right hand flexes at the question nerves getting the best of her seems to be a pattern as of late. Something sheâs mentioned in passing of being clumsy when she cares.
âNo judging?â Thereâs a layer of vulnerability there, youâve never heard it before and now itâs something you want to protect with your life.
âNeverâ you say certainly.
âI was young when my mom passed and she was my everything. She got me. Everything made sense when I was with her, especially because my dad and I never saw eye to eye. Anyways the death hit me hard and I needed something, so I took drugsâŚhard drugs.â
There was shame hanging over her head and laced in her words. Her eyes refusing to meet yours.
âEnough where the main injection point got infected and it had to get cut.â
Youâve never had to be there for someone especially not like this. So taking a chance you put your tea down and let your fingers caress her right arm.
Her eyes snap to you, a mixture of vulnerability and confusion clashing within her gaze.
âThe marriages are all arranged on company mergers nothing more nothing less. I try to make my family proud, be a good daughter and accomplish my duties butâŚsacrificing something I really want, true love was just too much to ask for. So I run, because even if I donât act like it, I want to find true love.â
The air was thick and got stuck in your throat when she sat up but didnât remove your hand.
âThank you for being my friend.â She says with a loop-sided smile, gap showing.
Overwhelmed with an emotion you canât put your finger on, you hug her.
You hear a rumble in her chest as you snuggle in it. A sweet shush comes from your mouth as you process the sounds of her cries.
Wouldnât take long for the two of you to fall asleep, tangle mess on the couch.
In the morning you pull away or try to as she pulls you back in. âWe have to get up Sevika! The Last Drop-â
âWe can take the day off, perks of being the boss.â She says through a yawn.
âLook at you anxious about your responsibilities, proud of you.â
âI swear you want me to kiss you.â
âIf that's how I get a kiss then youâre gonna have to get use to it.â
The day off was filled with relaxation and snuggling, the two of you got off the couch maybe four times for basic survival reasons.
You learned some key Sevika facts! She adores black and white movies because it always makes her fall asleep and she's lowkey an insomniac. She glues all her completed puzzles, pretzels are her favorite snack (especially the cinnamon ones), she loves sharks a lot because she feels misunderstood like them and she had braces when she was twelve! You begged to see a photo regardless of her empty threats.
You extended a manicured pinky, âno judging remember?â
âHad to pull that out on me already?â She says with a light chuckle, intertwining her pinky with yours. Holding onto it a moment more than usual before reaching for her wallet. You nod like a puppy in anticipation, wondering what a baby Sev would look like.
âOmg baby you is too cute!â You squeal, âyour hair has always had some form of fuckass bob?â
With that she snatched the photo, âwe said no judging!â
âThe wasnât judgement that was a honest question!â
Her body language was fighting being comfortable and her gaze is shifty from you to anywhere else. âIâm sorry if I offended you, chose the wrong moment to be a tease.â
âNoâŚyouâre fine.â With that her shoulders drop, head swirling less. âAny fond childhood memories?â She asked her voice laced with curiosity!
âWell I loved geologyâŚI was such a geek.â
You think to yourself that you still are.
âAnyways, I would collect rocks and study them and although I knew the difference between textures and patterns and anything else that matters I stillâŚmistaken deer shit for a rock and it was fresh! Safe to say unless it was closely examined I didnât pick it up again.â
Sevika was trying her damndest to hold in her laughter but you give her a signal letting her know she can and boy does she holler.
âOkay itâs not that fucking funnyâŚâ you pout
âOh donât be such a sour puss.â She snickers as she pinched your cheek. âSour puss? Outta everything?â
She shrugs as she caresses your cheek, gazing down at you. âTell me more besides you being a rock nerd.â
âEven though we argued a lot, I was a big mamaâs girl. I mean clinged to her hip and would follow her into the bathroom just to talk to her. Whenever Iâm stressed I eat animal crackers and Iâve never been to a concert and Iâd love to cross that off my bucket list.â You whisper as you settle back into her chest, fingers playing with Sevikas.
The question had an obvious answer but itâs one you arenât sure that you want to hear aloud. However you havenât been sure your whole life so why start now?
âYou should call her then-â quickly you cut her off, âalready have and that went to shit!â
âYou called her about whatâs causing tension between you two so it went poor, try again you never know what could happen.â
Part of you wanted to give it another try and an immature part wants you to tell her to mind her business.
Taking a deep breath you get up and sit on her stoop. Borrowed house slipper anxiously tapping the stone.
The ringing felt like forever before she picked up the phone. When she does pick up, your voice gets trapped in your throat for a while, feeling like a little girl again.
âMom?â Is all you can get out before she goes in on you. Telling you how disappointed she is with your decisions and how selfish youâre being. That when youâre done playing games to come homeâŚthat she misses you.
Frustrated you donât reply and wait in silence till she hangs up. Embarrassment fills you because for the millionth time you didnât stick up for yourself. Foot tapping up and down with your head in your knees fighting tears you hear a âcâmon.â
Itâs silent and Sevika walks you pass her living room and into her bedroom. It matches the aesthetic of the rest of the apartment but it has more personal touches. Like a guitar collecting dust in the corner or contact lenses container on the dresser.
âLay down for a while then weâll do anything you want okay?â
âYou wear glasses?â You interject, after noticing the contacts container.
âLay down please.â She says in a tone of get out my business and please do as I say.
A smile is itching to spread across your face. It hasnât even been a year yet and Sevika is the first friend to show you that she truly cares for you. Sheâs just like you! Mean, stubborn, hermit, whoâs loyal and makes the one she cares about comfortable!
âWill you agree to go clubbing?â You whisper feeling silly that, thatâs what you know will cheer you up. âI own a bar of course I donât mind. Now lay down and sleep we can figure that out later.â
Before she walks away you give her a quick hug. Arms wrap around her swiftly and your head rests against her even for the small amount of hug. Her hand slow to remove itself from your back and clearing her throat.
With that Sevika made her exit.
When you finally do nuzzle into the bed, the realization of her smell engulfs you. Deep inhaled soothe you as you drift off into a peaceful slumber.
The warmth of her hand placed against you is nice however her shaking you awake isnât. âIf you sleep in any longer we canât go out.â She whispers knowing the need of the night scene will lure you out!
And that it did! In snap you were showered and contemplating wardrobe options, or the lack thereof. Not wanting to make a stop at The Last Drop, you made a mixture of her clothes and yours work! Putting back on the denim shorts (if you can call them that) you discarded, pairing it with one of her button ups. Tying it in a way that supports your figure and shows off your bra.
âRaiding my closet?â She asked as she towers behind you. You crane your neck to look up at her, âonly if you donât mind.â
âDo what you want.â She says almost fighting the clear satisfaction she has from the image in front of her. With her grey eyes meeting your brown ones, you had to separate yourself if you want to make it to this club.
Oh how youâve missed this atmosphere! The sway of the hot bodies, smell of dance and bad decisions with a hint of sex in the air.
Sevika gets yâall drinks, knowing the itch for some liquid courage needs to get scratched.
The alcohol is flowing and the bass is booming cause you to feel it in your chest. Small sways of your hips and the tapping of her foot was enough indicators that it was time to move to the dance floor.
Before her objection, you grab her right hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.
You lace your fingers as you find the rhythm of the slow and sensual song.
Low steely eyes stare at you as she pulls you closer. Your pelvis meet and move together. The low lighting of the club adding to the tension between you two.
You let out a soft whine as her left hand leaves yours to softly clamp around your neck. Adding just the right amount of pressure. Her pelvis pushing against yours.
Before more could happen the music speeds up and you both pull apart. âGoing to get a shotâ she says quickly, flustered in a way you havenât seen before.
Not wanting her to lead but not having it in you to make her stay you watch her walk away. Putting all your pent up energy into dancing. Keeping eye contact with her as you shake your ass or dance on top of any elevated surface!
When you start to unbutton your shirt a little, Sevika swoops in and takes you off the table. âThink weâve had enough fun?â Cocky grin matching a smug laugh. âI can have some more.â You hum as you relax in her arms.
The cold air outside damn near made the both of you sober! Sevika put you down and leaned you against the closest brick surface so she can fix your shirt. Trying to bring you any bit of warmth possible.
The green neon lights from the club illuminating her. Hair completely pulled back allowing more of her scar to show. Brown skin radiant.
âYouâve told me to beg for it.â You say with an underlying desperation in your voice. âNot sure what you mean doll?â
âFor a kissâŚIâd have to beg for it. Is that offer still on the table?â Anxiously your slightly dig your nails into her torso, causing her to clear her throat.
âAnything you want is on the tableâ she whispers, eyes searching to see if this is you or the liquor. Maybe even leftover sadness from earlier.
âDonât give me that kinda power.â
âThatâs the power you have over meâ she says as she leans in, breath ghosting your face.
Not wasting another moment, you press your lips against hers.
There is a sense of satisfaction in your chest that you finally get to kiss Sevika. Her plump lips work with yours as she picks you up, hand gripping the fat of your thighs.
The kiss was messy, teeth clashing, your hair in the way, smiles and giggles from both parties.
More importantly it was safe and felt like time slow down!
Sevika sucks on your tongue and you moan, nails gripping the back of her shirt. The drool dripping down your neck, pooling in-between your breast. Reluctantly Sevika pulls away, âwe should go.â
âWhyâ you whine as you kiss her neck, leaving little bites and kisses.
âMy first time fucking you wont be outside a club, or drunk.â This made you pull back, so turned on by her certainty that she can just have you.
The walk to The Last Drop is deafeningly quiet till you say, âcould you sleep here tonight?â
She just nodded getting the materials needed to sleep on the floor. âYou donât wanna sleep in the bed with me?â You say in way that makes you cringe but her smile. âNot tonight baby.â
She wasnât kidding when she said she wasnât a relationship mushy gushy person but damn!
The two of you share your goodnights and drift asleep, together but separate.
The morning comes and she lets you shower first, not making eye contact with you once. Almost makes you feel like she regrets last night.
When she gets out the shower you are already downstairs trying to get something to eat while opening the barâŚperks of living where you work.
For once the work day was slow and silent, almost mirroring the two of you. Thank the gods for closing because as soon as Sevika turned the sign over, you were behind her. âWe didnât talk today.â
âVery observantâ she says as she pays your head. Offended you scoff and swat at her hand. âDonât be a dick!â
âJust fucking with you.â
âI donât want to be fucked with I want to be fucked!â You say with a vigor that fades as soon as it comes out.
âIs that the problem? You need me that bad?â She mocks as she walk towards you. Words die on your tongue and your mouth is dry, backing up till you hit the bar.
âI only fuck good girls who ask for what they wantâ she brings your chin forward, making you look at her.
âMy pussy aches for youâ you say, hopping up on the counter. Spreading your legs, eager for her touch. Sevika moans at the sight and kneels.
Quickly you help her strip your bottom half and her warm mouth latched onto your pussy. Her fat tongue pushes against your puffy clit. You throw your head back and moan, missing the puppy eyes sheâs giving you. You feel the coolness of her right fingers push into you, never feeling anything like that before.
âSevika!â You moan, voice pitched and hips bucking. Her tongue works in tandem with her fingers, you understanding with every suck and twirl why so many girls fawn over their past experiences with her.
The walls catch every slurp, gush and moan produced by the two of you. Her building you up to pull away and toy with your clit to reattach and repeat that cycle.
Your juices smear her nose to her chin and she wouldnât have it any other way. âYou wanna cum?â She breathes shakily, getting off on getting you off. You nod helplessly, âwordsâ she says slowing all her movements.
âYes pleaseeee Sevika, make me cum. Only wanna cum for you!â Back arched over the bar, gripping what you can to keep yourself still. Breast almost falling out your bra. Legs spread and twitching, cum and saliva looking in-between your legs, eyes closed in bliss. Truly a masterpiece in her eyes.
She finger fucks you with vigor, stuffing you with four of her prosthetic fingers. The speed of her fingers and kisses to your body, rip moans out of your throat. Youâve never felt so hot and bothered in your life as you feel your orgasm pool in the pit of your stomach.
âLet go fâmeâ she coed, watching your body shake. Didnât take long after for you to reach your much awaited climax. Getting it on the bar counter and her arm. âFuckâ you sigh, chest heaving and back relaxing on the bar.
Sevika carries you to your bathroom and washed you up. The silence needed and welcomed. Thoughts of what are we raced in both of yâall mind but thatâs something that can be answered another time. She put you to sleep as you need the rest and she needs to clean the mess downstairs.
When the morning comes you wake up in Sevikas arms. Tears prick the corners of your eyes, not use to wanting someone to be this close to you. Thankful even that she is.
Last night wasnât mentioned for a while, the both of you two scared to be directed so a night turned to weeks and weeks turned to a month and now itâs a week before Christmas.
It wasnât all bad though! The two of you hung out although they felt like dates, gotten to know each other on a deeper level, holding each other every night.
ââTwas the night before Christmas Eve and Sev threw a party, shocker to everyone. It was at her apartment and friends lingered but once 4 am hit, it was just the two of you. Snuggling on the couch watching some bad hallmark movie for shits and giggles. Her body and shirt keeping you warm along with the much needed tea.
The two of you have had sex again here and there, continuing the pattern of not talking about it. The two of you canât help yourselves apparently!
Her left hand tracing shapes on your plush tummy, riding your shirt more and more. âIf you wanna fuck me just say thatâ you giggle looking up at her. âFuck me thenâ she says with a soft smile, really feeling like making love to you.
The two of you adjust to you on top of Sevika grinding your wet pussies against each other. Your hands groping her breast to give yourself balance. Hips working back and forth as you moan out how much you love her pussy. Itâs so sensitive and easy to tease. Her clit big and protruding, typically leaving a sticky residue against her boxers.
âI love youâ Sevika moans and the both of you stop, hands still entangled. Her eyes pleading with vulnerability to be heard and seen. Before she can say anything else or back track you say, âI love you too.â
You donât know where thisâll go, you hope itâll go on forever but you do know; you wonât runaway.
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A/n: Iâve been writing this fic since August so Iâm happy that itâs finally done! I hope you all loved it the way I do ིŕž
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