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Vi was insatiable. Her mouth needed to be on you religiously. Either she was kissing you, lips crashing into yours or she was eating you out as if her life depended on it.
“It’s all mine,” she whispered like she was possessed, her words slurred together like she was drunk when she was not.
Her mouth was on your pussy tonight and she didn’t seem like she planned to breathe at all. Her tongue shoved inside you, nose colliding with your clit every time she tried to push her face deeper between your legs.
“Vi— Violet,” your hole clenched around her tongue uselessly, “slow down. I’m not going anywhere.”
She grunted and needily licked your juices up. She was so fucking devoted to this, she was worshipping you.
Vi spat on your cunt and licked it all up again, groaning at the taste like you were some sort of exquisite meal.
“Ffffffuck!” She parted your pussy lips with her thumbs and pushed her tongue inside again.
The pleasure was too much.
You arched your back and moaned aloud. Toes curling from pleasure.
“Vi…”
“Shut up. Don’t say anything. Please…” she wrapped her toned arms around your waist, trapping you down as she continued slurping on your cunt— the need to remain between your legs maddening.
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the air smelled of sex, the only sounds in the room being sevika's rough grunts, your pathetically high pitched moans, and the rhythmic slapping of sevika's skin against yours. "ngh- ah!" your voice came out muffled, sevika's calloused hand tangled in your hair to keep your face buried in the pillow. "that's it" she smirked, looking straight at her phone which was conveniently set up to record the best view of her rearranging your guts.
"my pretty fucking whore" she murmured to herself. her hips slowed down as she leaned over your body, wrapping her thick bicep around your throat and pulling you up to press your back against her chest. her lips hover right above your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. "look at yourself" she growls, tightening her grip wround your throat. "look at how pathetic you look."
with blurry vision, you observe your face in the camera. gods, you looked absolutely ruined. hot tears streaming down your face, messy hair, lips swollen from all the kissing and biting, marks littered all over your skin. utterly ruined. "please-" you gasp, her hips setting a punishing rhythm as her strap reaches your deepest parts.
"im almost embarrassed to be fucking you right now" she scoffs, sharply slapping your ass. "look like a little bitch in heat, crying 'cause im fucking you so good" her hand snakes around your thigh, two fingers pressing against your puffy clit, making your back arch. "wipe those stupid tears off your face" she says, her fingers busy rubbing slow, mean circles on your clit. your hips buck into her palm, legs twitching with pleasure. you were way too far gone to register her words. "i said," she growls, pausing the motion of her fingers. "fucking wipe your tears off. im not gonna fuck you while you look like a stupid slut"
she tilts her phone, angling it so that it only captures your face. "no!" you gasp as you lose the delicious sensation on your clit, bringing a shaky hand up to messily wipe your cheeks. "please," you gasp. "i need you" sevika snickers, her hips slowing down as her rough hand comes up to caress your teary face before delivering a sharp smack to your cheek. "rub your clit f'me"
desperate to get the orgasm that she's been depriving you off all night, you begin messily rubbing your clit as sevika's thrusts get harsher, and more deliberate. "fuck" she whispers. "fucking love this pussy" your eyes flutter shut as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, your fingers speeding up. "fuck!" you whine, your body trembling in sevika's hold. you fall down onto the mattress, chest heaving. sevika grabs her phone to take one last shot of your juices leaking all over her strap, before shutting off her phone. "my favourite pornstar"
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౨ৎ older!sevika x controversially younger!reader ❜
── ♡ synopsis: the scariest woman of zaun has been leashed by none other than you.
── ♡ cw: big age gap, banter, sevika has tattoo(s) older than reader, sensitive!reader, pwp, insecure!sevika, petnames (sweetheart, babyface, angel, sweetheart), strap usage, biting, nipple play, getting interrupted mid-sex, secret relationship, cuddles post-sex
── ♡ note: looking for author mooties!
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“You don’t understand.”
You didn’t look away, you just smirked. “I think I do understand.”
“No, you don’t.” Sevika got up, “my tattoo’s older than you,” she said, referring to her forearm.
Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.
“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.
Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”
“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”
“You.”
Her reply pissed you off even more.
“Listen here, you—”
Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.
It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.
“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”
You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.
“But I can.”
“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”
Your cheeks went bright red.
“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”
You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.
You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.
But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.
So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—
“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.
Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”
You huffed. She continued on;
“—and it ain’t me.”
“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”
“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.
Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”
You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”
You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.
The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.
Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.
The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.
When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.
Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.
The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.
“Kiddo.” she called.
You didn’t look back.
She sighed. “Sweetheart.”
You stopped walking.
“What do you want?”
Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”
You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”
“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”
Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.
What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.
You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”
“Wait—”
“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”
“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.
Maybe she liked it.
“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”
You crossed your arms, raising a brow.
Sevika stared.
“Well?”
“Say the magic word.”
“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”
You smiled—slow, almost sensual.
“Good girl.”
You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.
“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”
Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”
“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.
Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.
But it also intrigued her.
It intrigued a big part of her.
The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.
The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.
So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.
The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.
You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—
“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”
Sevika looked over at you.
“Other side?”
“Piltover.”
“Oh.”
Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;
“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”
You smiled a little.
“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”
Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.
Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.
“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”
“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”
Sevika went silent.
This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.
Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.
Sevika watched you with amused eyes.
“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.
It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.
“I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.
“You always say that out loud?”
Sevika blushed.
“No…”
You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.
You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.
“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.
“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.
You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.
“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”
“And who’s stopping me?”
Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.
“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.
“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”
She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.
Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”
“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”
Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.
“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”
Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.
Every scar told a story.
And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.
Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.
“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”
She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.
“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”
Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.
The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.
“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”
You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.
Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.
“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.
“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”
Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.
“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.
You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.
The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.
Being full felt good.
Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”
You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”
She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.
“They’ll come for you, dollface.”
“Sevika…?”
Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.
Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.
“Are you expecting visitors—?”
“No. Don’t come out.”
Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.
“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.
Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.
“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”
You heard a gruff male voice say.
Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”
You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.
You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.
Then you walked out.
“Who’s at the door?”
“Nobody.”
Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.
“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”
“Go back inside.” She snapped.
You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.
You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.
She was fuming.
“I told you to stay inside.”
“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”
“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.
You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.
Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?
You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.
“Sev?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”
“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”
Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
You looked.
“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”
You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”
Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”
Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Are you gonna do this forever?”
“What?”
“Hiding me from the world?”
Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.
“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”
“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”
“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.
Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”
“Alright, grandma.”
Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.
“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”
You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”
Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.
The low light of Sevika’s apartment flickers across her scarred skin as she leans back against the worn couch. Her mechanical arm rests heavy on your hip while her flesh hand grips your thigh, holding you down.
You are straddling her lap, thighs spread wide, her thick strap buried inside you. The stretch is delicious and overwhelming. Every tiny shift makes you clench around the fat silicone cock, but Sevika keeps you pinned still.
“Stay right there,” she murmurs, voice low and smoky. She takes a slow drag from her cigar, eyes half-lidded as she watches you. “Just sit still for me.”
You whimper softly, trying not to rock your hips. The fullness has you dripping down her strap, slick coating her thighs.
Sevika’s mechanical fingers trace lazy circles on your skin, the cool metal a sharp contrast to how hot and full you feel.
“Look at you,” she says with a dark smirk, squeezing your ass. “Sitting so pretty on my cock. Clenching like you want me to fuck you stupid.”
You bite your lip, breathing shaky. The urge to move is torture. Sevika leans in, lips brushing your ear as she gives one small, teasing thrust upward.
“Not yet,” she whispers, voice rough. “You are going to sit on it until I say otherwise.” she chuckles softly. “Let that pretty pussy throb around every inch.”
She leans back again, cigar between her fingers, looking far too pleased with herself as she watches you.
bimbo!you can't get enough of how sevika huffs every time you don't let her have it her way. you might be dressed in pretty white lace and frills, but you keep shocking her every time with how well you handle yourself in a fight.
sevika doesn't wanna admit it. but she's very turned on.
she hates that you're so good at whatever you're doing. you're easily charming her.
"what the fuck, dude? i had it under control!" she says.
you lean closer, big smirk on your glossy lips, "suuuuuuure," you drawl, spinning the gun using the trigger guard and a perfectly manicured hand.
something about you pisses her off. she doesn't know what it is. but it also makes her want to pin you down and fuck you senseless right there in the alleyway.
you wink at her, blowing your bubblegum right at her. she rolls her eyes, and walks off.
"you can't deny you didn't like the show!" you call after her.
sevika won't. because it's true.
bimbo!you enjoy how sevika goes all red when you use your finger to drag down her bicep, "you're so toned." you say, like you're complimenting her, but your tone suggests otherwise.
it's condescending almost. like you're challenging her to something personally. she turns to you, teeth grinding. "what do you want?"
"what do i want?" you repeat, pouting, "nothin'."
"you've been doin' nothin' but annoyin' me all day."
"annoy?" you repeat after her. then you sigh. you're dramatic. it's purposeful. "oh you wound me."
bimbo!you finally get what you've been yearning for. sevika's strap pounds into you as you hold onto her, fingernails digging into her shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indents.
"oh! oh, my goodness! please, you fuck so good." you moan.
the sounds are heavenly to sevika's ears, and she can't help wondering just for how long she's daydreamt of this very moment. she reaches for your neck, sucking hickeys on your skin— dark and prominent. you whine and clutch her tighter than before, as if letting go would make you lose all the pleasure.
"sev, i can't. im cumming. im cumming!"
"no, hold it."
"i really can't!" you squeak.
she gives you the look. you can't help whimpering, pussy tight as you try to hold onto it anyway. it's not really helping.
"it's gonna— it's gonna happen!"
sevika kisses you, quietening you down, and you cum on her strap. she pulls it out with a wet sound.
"that's it, princess." she whispers, watching how the base of the shaft has a faint white ring from how hard you creamed. "did so good for me..."
you smile, tired, faint. "okay... i want cuddles now."
sevika looks at you, smiling too despite herself and reaches a hand forward. before you know it, she wipes the smudge of your lipstick away affectionately before pressing a kiss to your head.
"alright, baby, lay back, i'll clean you up, and then we can cuddle."
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8.5 inches with only your own wetness to be used as lube. She pushed herself deeper inside and massaged tiny circles onto your hips with both hands. “That’s my good girl, you take me so well, baby.”
You’re a shaky, breathless mess under her. Your pussy had never stretched this much before. You weren’t a virgin—no—but Sevika was easily bigger than anyone else you have had sex with.
“I’m bigger, aren’t I?” She asked, voice smug but also loving, she revelled and found satisfaction in knowing she was the one stretching you out like this. “I’m gonna make sure you’re so used to my dick, you never wanna have sex with anybody else. Ever.” She said with a grunt and slammed herself deeper.
You cried out in pleasure. “Yes, yes! Please, mark me.” As she started pumping her strap in you. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands reaching out to cup Sevika’s breasts, playing with the soft mounds as she ruined your hole.
Every thrust inside made you stretch beyond imagination, it burnt, it stung, but you didn’t want it any other way.
౨ৎ older!sevika x controversially younger!reader ❜
── ♡ synopsis: the scariest woman of zaun has been leashed by none other than you.
── ♡ cw: big age gap, banter, sevika has tattoo(s) older than reader, sensitive!reader, pwp, insecure!sevika, petnames (sweetheart, babyface, angel, sweetheart), strap usage, biting, nipple play, getting interrupted mid-sex, secret relationship, cuddles post-sex
── ♡ note: looking for author mooties!
discord server.
“You don’t understand.”
You didn’t look away, you just smirked. “I think I do understand.”
“No, you don’t.” Sevika got up, “my tattoo’s older than you,” she said, referring to her forearm.
Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.
“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.
Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”
“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”
“You.”
Her reply pissed you off even more.
“Listen here, you—”
Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.
It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.
“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”
You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.
“But I can.”
“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”
Your cheeks went bright red.
“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”
You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.
You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.
But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.
So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—
“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.
Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”
You huffed. She continued on;
“—and it ain’t me.”
“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”
“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.
“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.
Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”
You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”
You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.
The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.
Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.
The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.
When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.
Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.
The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.
“Kiddo.” she called.
You didn’t look back.
She sighed. “Sweetheart.”
You stopped walking.
“What do you want?”
Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”
You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”
“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”
Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.
What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.
You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”
“Wait—”
“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”
“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.
Maybe she liked it.
“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”
You crossed your arms, raising a brow.
Sevika stared.
“Well?”
“Say the magic word.”
“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not.”
Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”
You smiled—slow, almost sensual.
“Good girl.”
You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.
“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”
Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”
“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.
Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.
But it also intrigued her.
It intrigued a big part of her.
The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.
The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.
So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.
The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.
You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—
“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”
Sevika looked over at you.
“Other side?”
“Piltover.”
“Oh.”
Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;
“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”
You smiled a little.
“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”
Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.
Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.
“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”
“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”
Sevika went silent.
This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.
Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.
Sevika watched you with amused eyes.
“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”
This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.
It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.
“I really wanna kiss you right now.”
Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.
“You always say that out loud?”
Sevika blushed.
“No…”
You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.
You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.
“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.
“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.
You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.
“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”
“And who’s stopping me?”
Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.
“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.
“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”
She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.
Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”
“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”
Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.
“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”
Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.
Every scar told a story.
And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.
Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.
“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”
She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.
“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”
Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.
The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.
“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”
You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.
Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.
“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.
“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”
Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.
“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.
You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.
The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.
Being full felt good.
Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”
You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”
She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.
“They’ll come for you, dollface.”
“Sevika…?”
Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.
Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.
“Are you expecting visitors—?”
“No. Don’t come out.”
Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.
“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.
Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.
“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”
You heard a gruff male voice say.
Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”
You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.
You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.
Then you walked out.
“Who’s at the door?”
“Nobody.”
Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.
“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”
“Go back inside.” She snapped.
You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.
You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.
She was fuming.
“I told you to stay inside.”
“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”
“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.
You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.
Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?
You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.
“Sev?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”
“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”
“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”
Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
You looked.
“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”
You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”
Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”
Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”
“Yeah, I am.”
“Are you gonna do this forever?”
“What?”
“Hiding me from the world?”
Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.
“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”
“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”
“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”
“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.
Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”
“Alright, grandma.”
Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.
“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”
You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”
Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.
synopsis: Dr. Sevika hc’s — being with a Doctor who usually runs the ED like a tight-fisted screw , keeping everyone in line , tight and strict , undeniably has a thing for the med student she keeps at her side , you .
cw: Afab!medstudent!reader x Attending!Doctor!Sevika , age gap , smut , fingering , fluff , angst , death mentioned , maybe some inaccurate use of medical terms , self harm mentioned , strap-on , cunnilingous , nicknames used such as ; doctor , love, sweetheart , etc.
a/n: watch the pitt NOW guys
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Doctor!Sevika who always guides your hand when you use a scalpel. You feel the weight of her presence behind you, her fingers a solid precision as the beeping of monitors blur out into a familiar, systematic background.
“Ease in. More pressure.” She commanded, her voice composed no matter the situation like a screw that never came unbolted against storms.
You nodded, eyes veering off towards the depths of the scalpel melting into the skin, applying more pressure just like she said.
“Like this?” You whispered out, moving your head to the side to get a glance at her face. You wanted to see her lips move as she praised you—it never failed to make you feel warm inside, even if the words didn’t land as soft and buttery—but cold and acknowledgeable for someone of your skill.
“Just like that.” Her fingers moved over yours, rough hands turned gentle for co-ordination of the scalpel. “Good girl.”
Doctor!Sevika who always steals you from other cases. She barges in the room without blinking an eye at the person, only tracking you like a turret with a personal bone to pick.
“You, come with me, there’s a trauma 1 and you’re working on it with me.”
Doctor!Sevika who somehow looks even more sexier at the end of her shift. Her brown hair she holds half up half down grows messy—strands out of place that were usually so strict in place, eyes looking like they’re attached to dumbbells, and yet, you can’t keep your eyes off of her.
Doctor!Sevika who expects you to answer her questions no matter what you’re doing.
You’re surveying the severity of a life-threatening situation, walking around the gurney with practiced ease as Sevika strides in, watching like an overseeing hawk.
“What med do we give them?” She questions you directly, pulling on a pair of gloves and letting them snap against her thick, bruising fingers as she walks over.
“Epinephrine 1:10,000, one milligram for cardiac arrest.” You didn’t look up at her.
“Correct.”
Doctor!Sevika who smokes outside of the hospital by the ambulances at bay. She liked the nicotine rush. Liked the feeling of the smoke grazing her lungs despite knowing in depth what it did. Or maybe—just maybe, she liked when you would come out for a break, panting as if you were on the midst of a breakdown, and immediately straighten up when you see her, aiming to make a dry joke about her addiction to smoking beneath it all.
“Smoking, doctor?” You managed to catch your breath, making the words come out slippery and airless. “Thought you’d know better…” you shot her a sheepish smile—one that was supposed to be teasing, but your face was too exhausted in pouting lines to move sharply into real amusement.
“None of us know better in reality, we chose to work here, after all.” Sevika scoffed, though you saw—or hoped, and begged, that your words landed right as you saw her upper lip twitching north momentarily.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you break news to a patient’s loved one’s alone. She can see the hollowness prolonging your face after losing a patient. One as young as a teenager—she sees the familiar blame, the guilt—the nauseating shame of needing to do something more than you could have done. It was a baggage she had learnt to leave at doors.
Doctor!Sevika who takes up a lot of space in the ER, bouncing between rooms like she was made to save lives. Despite the scrubs she wears, hiding any trace of body underneath, stethoscope loose around the neck, she never fails to be everywhere all at once, even if you told yourself that wasn’t possible.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you overwork yourself.
Your arms ache, pain springing through it like stabbing needles from the chest compressions that never seemed to bring back even a faint pulse. Sweat created a sheen like layer over your skin, reflecting fluorescent light like a beam of a flashlight. The patient’s face becomes blurry in front of you, chapped lips—blood stained across their face. You couldn’t lose another one. Couldn’t afford anymore blood on your hands for the sake of your sanity.
Your fingers trembled, echoed voices directing information before a familiar one cut through.
“Switch. Now.”
You looked up swiftly. Your breathe staggered, head shaking.
“I’m fine.” You retorted back sharply, letting out a pant.
“This isn’t about you this is about the patient. You’re losing quality. Laura, switch with her now.” She waved her hand dismissively towards you, another doctor moving past you as you stumbled back. Her words were harsh and cold, but nothing could match her eyes landing onto yours amongst the storm.
“Take ten.”
“I’m fine.” You repeated, stepping closer to the end of the patient as your eyes scanned over them again.
Whatever Sevika was thinking behind her grey eyes; it was clear she wasn’t having your refusal. She stepped closer—dangerously close, intimately close, brushing a hand against your arm.
“I said take. Ten.”
Doctor!Sevika who started driving you home after your shifts has finished. You were waiting for another nurse to sign off for the day, leaning against the car-park as the weariness of the day that had burrowed itself deep within you starting to slither out.
You let out a tired sigh, the loneliness of the shifts always felt daunting after losing a patient. But it was inevitable. You heard the same lines everyday.
‘It’s not your fault.’
‘Don’t let it get to you.’
‘Leave the baggage when you come through the door.’
‘You did all you could. There’s nothing more you could’ve done.”
But that gnawing hollowness inside of you was interrupted by a flash of head-lights. You looked up, seeing that familiar stature with gripped fingers against the steering wheel.
Sevika.
She didn’t speak—didn’t bother to roll down her windows against the soft patter of the rain, only nodded her chin towards the passenger seat, unlocking the car with a subtle click.
Doctor!Sevika who , very dangerously, lets the line slip between professional and unprofessional. One too many times she’s dropped you off now, and each time she does she keeps getting closer and closer to your apartment, walking you in—taking a coffee for herself, smoking outside despite the winds disallowing the lighter to work for several minutes. It becomes to a point where you just invite her in. You were exhausted. Drained. Witnessed two deaths while the other three became your own. A busy day for the ED meant your barriers lowered, seeking out a warmth you thought you’d never get—which was undeniably Sevika. And after long, lilting glances, an emergency room made up of your equally as short glances and awaiting praise from Sevika, the tension became a presence the whole department could feel.
Doctor!Sevika who had to have you. Little visits became more profound. Her keys sometimes left on the side of your nightstand—her bag left at the front of the house, and her strap she purposely left at home for you to use left tangled on the bed.
Ever since things got serious—and you were occasionally switched out for night shifts, Sevika became almost snappy with the rest of the staff when she couldn’t order her favourite little thing around. Instead, during breaks—she’d FaceTime you, already expecting you to be up, and coerce you into angling the phone just right where she could see you bouncing on her strap, whining like a pathetic mess for her.
“Sevvy…come home,” you whimpered out, squishing your own breast as you heard her suck up a deep breath on the other side. But you were meant with a perilous coldness that felt too personal just for you.
“Tch. You have a lot of audacity, love.” She drawled, watching the phone. “Be a good girl and fuck yourself f’me. yeah baby?”
Doctor!Sevika who insists on doing ‘pelvic exams’ on you.
You know you’re soaking. She knows it as well. And yet you still drag your soddened panties down, wiggling off your trousers to kick them to the side.
“Part your legs.” Sevika hummed, letting her fingers skim over your upper-thigh, trailing further inwards towards the heat radiating off of you.
“Your pussy has no self control, does it?” Her steel eyes snapped to your face, her fingers sliding through your folds, collecting the slick there. “Not around me, anyways.” She smirked crookedly, letting her thumb rub slow circles on your clit.
You breathe hitched, hips pistoning forward against her fingers. So cold. Always so rigid like frost over your usually-warm body. “Sev..” you whined—a sound that reverberated from wall to wall.
“Tender, sweetheart?” She moved forward, easing two fingers into your weeping hole as they stuffed your cunt until they were full with her fingers. She knew exactly where to hit—how to hit, how to push and pull her fingers inside of you, watching you leak deliciously around her. “So sensitive for me…you have a thing for your attending, darling?” She shook her head, smirking to herself, before she wiped it off her face completely.
“How unprofessional.” She tutted, smacking your pussy as quick as her fingers had just entered you. “I’m just doing an exam, love.”
Doctor!Sevika who is always moaning at you to do your charting. You always want to skim around the generic work—but being more hands on meant recording everything else much frequently in bigger chunks. And you hated it…occasionally. The only reason you wouldn’t hate it was because it got Sevika’s attention. She turned to behind you, giving you an expecting look that meant trouble for later if you didn’t do as she said.
Doctor!Sevika who lets you break down in her arms after you’ve suppressed everything all day. She’s warm—feels like home beneath muscles you rarely got to see.
“Sh sweet thing, you did well f’me today.” She mumbled into your neck, her breathe warm against it as your frame trembled against her.
“I did well? I-I lost…I-“ you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Words that felt too heavy even grief couldn’t compete in that moment. A feeling of utter despair.
“Who you lost doesn’t equal to your performance. Even then, you were excellent.”
Doctor!Sevika who occasionally breaks down with you. Sevika is a tough women who prides herself on staying composed no matter the situation, but whenever kids and children where involved, and loss followed, it always seemed to be the burrow of her day.
“I…” the warm lighting of your apartment lamp glowed directly onto Sevika’s face, smoothing away the prominent lines that would usually be there. And even then, the melancholy engulfing her features was hard to miss. “I had two patients. One six. One ten years older,” she swiped the edge of her nose with her thumb, leaning forward, elbows planted atop her knees. “Sisters, in a bad car crash.”
You stayed silent in these moments. It was rare an attending would break like this, especially someone like Sevika. Her voice was hoarse, unmistakable shakiness erasing the roughness of it.
“Couldn’t save them.” She finished—grey eyes like dull clouds hugging the floor ground, the tilt of her head avoiding the chase of light, bringing back those harsh lines that was like a remnant of the ED taken home with her.
You watched her hunched figure, eyes passing between the side of her face glowing in the light, and the other side shielded by the past.
“Sev,” you whispered—a nickname you gave her, even at work where other med students teased you about it, slipping from your tongue as you moved from the opposing sofa to sit next to her. But now the nickname felt more intimate. Felt more reserved for you and her only. “I know…” you let out a little empty laugh, faking flat in the air around. “I know you’ve heard this…so many times but..” you gulped, looking towards her. “I mean..I know I have but…it’s not your fault. You did everything you could’ve possibly done.”
You expected her to scoff. Expected her to roll out a cigarette that would burn her lungs into numbing her emotionally—but it didn’t come. Nothing came. Except for one sentence.
“You know, I only believe it when you say it.”
Doctor!Sevika who makes you exam her body late after shifts—night hitting the bar when you’re both alone in the apartment. You’re stripped of your clothes, wanting to writhe and moan atop of her as she lays before you, in the same state of undress.
You started at her neck—going into the anatomy, the potential problems—the way it works, all the while she kept a vibrating buzzing against your pussy
“Focus.” She’d snap, watching you try to grind down against her. “How are you going to be a doctor if you can’t focus under pressure?”
Doctor!Sevika who notices your self-destructive behaviour after a particular gruelling day. You don’t know how many patients you’ve lost across an almost fifteen hour-shift, but the day came together into one solid thing; pure turmoil. Drinking. Self harming. Pushing and pulling against her. No matter what though, Sevika will always be there for you.
“I’m not going anywhere.” She’d stand firmly in your apartment, watching tears travel down your face as if racing against each other. “If you think this will make me leave, you obviously believe I’m in the wrong profession.”
Doctor!Sevika who loves washing the grime off of your body after a long day. You’re half asleep, eyes half-lidded as she kneads your breast beneath her palm.
And you just let her. You let this older woman—with more experience than you and others combined, wash away the troubles on your body. It’s only when she trails her kisses down your body, ending up at your clit where she eagerly makes out with it, so you fully wake up.
“Mm…sweet girl.” She’d groan against you. “Sweetest thing i’ve had all day.”
Doctor!Sevika who rarely teases you when you’re both working. She’s focused—the same stern doctor who you had a crush on before all the confrontation, and it’s only occasionally where her warnings come off as a promise for what she’ll do to you later.
Doctor!Sevika who never lets any other attending or patient doubt you.
“Are you sure she should be doing this-“
Sevika cuts them off without so much as acknowledging them, scrubs heavy on her skin. “Do it.” She nods towards you, before leaving the room to supervise elsewhere.
Doctor!Sevika who loves the late-nights of eating takeaway and binge-watching a tv show when you both can’t sleep. You both know the reason why. In and out of shifts without a wink of sleep would do that to you sometimes—and the trauma of the hospital sometimes haunted your home.
Doctor!Sevika who will finger you to sleep, mumbling about some, ‘I can’t have my favourite resident lacking sleep. Rest, sweetheart.’ All while her fingers gently coerce you to sleep, cooing against that sweet spot inside of you that made you melt to mush.
Doctor!Sevika who knows when you’re trying to deflect the pain after a shift. You both ended up at your apartment again, the door slamming shut as a thickening silence comes through the home.
“Sev?” You looked up, pulling the bag of your back as you grasped onto her wrist, pulling her into a kiss that felt too demanding, even for you.
She raised an eyebrow for a moment, sliding her lips over your own before she pulled back—the taste of coffee and a shared cigarettes lingering on your tongues.
“Not now, sweetheart. Let’s get some food in you, yeah?” She sees your fingers trembling, but you reluctantly let go of her, eyes watering as she leads you through your own home with practised ease. “I want to, trust me I do. But you need to process this.”
Doctor!Sevika who never lets you out of her sight during work after hearing about you losing another patient. She’s like a constant camera tracking you, telling you to ‘take ten’, ‘take five’, to ‘go home’ when it got too much. She cared too much, and it ended up being the thing that softened her fully.
Doctor!Sevika who ends up loving you unconditionally.
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⠀⠀one look at sevika’s hands is all it takes for the quiet night in your shared apartment to unravel. she catches you staring, makes you admit what you want, then teaches you exactly what happens when you get needy for her attention. 12k
Your apartment is warm in that lazy, after-midnight way, the kind of warmth that clings to bare skin and makes every little movement feel slower than it should. The windows are cracked open just enough to let the city noise bleed in, distant voices and passing engines mixing with the low hum of the old fan in the corner.
Sevika is sprawled on the couch like she owns the whole room, one arm thrown over the back of it, her bare chest rising and falling with easy breaths. She’s only wearing a pair of dark boxers, loose around her hips, her strong thighs spread in a way that makes it impossible not to look.
Her boobs sit heavy and bare, soft in a way that feels almost unfair against the hard lines of her body, and every time she shifts, your attention catches there before you can stop it.
You’re standing near the kitchen counter in one of her oversized shirts, the hem brushing high on your thighs, with nothing underneath except your own nerves and the heat building between your legs.
It should feel casual, domestic even, but Sevika looks like temptation made flesh, and you already know you’re in trouble.
She’s drinking from a short glass, something amber and sharp, ice clicking softly every time she moves her wrist. That’s where your eyes keep going, not to the drink, not even to her mouth at first, but to her hand curled around the glass.
Her fingers are thick, scarred, steady, the kind of hands that look like they know exactly how to hold someone down without even trying. Every time she flexes them, your stomach tightens like she’s touching you from across the room.
You try to focus on anything else, the flicker of the lamp, the mess of blankets on the couch, the shirt slipping down one shoulder, but it’s useless. Your thighs press together before you realise you’re doing it, seeking pressure, seeking relief, because the sight of her hand alone has made your pussy ache.
It’s humiliating how fast it happens, that warm, wet pull low in your belly, your body reacting like Sevika has already dragged those fingers over you.
She doesn’t notice at first, or at least she lets you believe she doesn’t. Sevika takes another slow sip, eyes half-lidded, watching the glass instead of you like she isn’t the reason you can barely stand still.
The fan pushes a strand of your hair against your cheek, and you brush it away too quickly, too restless, shifting your weight from one bare foot to the other. Her gaze flicks up then, brief and dark, catching the movement before dropping back to her hand.
She rolls the glass between her fingers, slow and deliberate, and your breath catches so quietly you hope she doesn’t hear it. Of course she hears it, because Sevika hears everything when it matters. The corner of her mouth twitches, barely there, and that tiny almost-smirk makes your pussy throb harder than before.
You pretend to busy yourself with the counter, turning away like there’s anything left to clean in the kitchen. There isn’t, and you both know it, but you need somewhere to put your hands before they give you away.
The shirt rides up when you reach for a cup you don’t even want, cool air brushing the backs of your thighs and reminding you exactly how little you’re wearing. Behind you, Sevika’s silence changes shape, growing heavier, more aware, the kind of quiet that settles over your shoulders like a hand.
You hear the glass touch the coffee table, soft but final. Then comes the slow creak of the couch as she leans forward, and your heart kicks hard against your ribs. You don’t turn around, because turning around means admitting you know she caught you.
“Come here,” Sevika says, and it isn’t loud, but it lands like an order. Your body listens before your pride does, your feet carrying you toward her while your face burns and your thighs feel unsteady.
She stays seated, looking up at you with that lazy, dangerous patience, her elbows resting on her knees and her hands hanging loose between them.
You try not to look again, but your eyes betray you immediately, dropping to her fingers like you’re starving. Sevika catches it, of course she does, and this time her smirk shows properly.
“That what’s got you acting stupid?” she asks, lifting one hand just enough for you to see the slow curl of her fingers. The question makes heat rush through you so sharply that your pussy clenches around nothing, slick and needy beneath the stolen shirt.
You open your mouth, but nothing useful comes out, only a breath that sounds too close to a whine. Sevika reaches for you then, her hand closing around your wrist with firm, easy control, and the contact sends a shiver straight through you.
She pulls you down onto her lap like you weigh nothing, settling you over one of her thighs, her bare skin hot against yours. The shirt bunches high around your hips, and you feel the rough drag of her boxers beneath you, feel how exposed you are even before she looks.
Her hand slides to your waist, holding you still, while the other cups your chin and tilts your face toward hers. “Couldn’t stop staring,” she says, voice low enough to make your whole body go soft. “If you want my fingers that badly, sweetheart, you’re gonna earn them first.”
Sevika doesn’t move right away, and somehow that’s worse than if she’d touched you immediately. She just holds you there, settled on her lap with your thighs spread around one of hers, watching the way your breathing turns shallow.
Her hand stays on your waist, heavy and possessive, thumb dragging lazy circles through the thin fabric of her shirt. You can feel yourself getting wetter from the pressure alone, your pussy pressed against the firm muscle of her thigh with only the rough cotton of her boxers between you.
Every tiny shift makes your hips twitch, makes your body betray you, and Sevika notices every single time. Her eyes drop to where you’re trembling over her, dark and smug, like she’s already won. “Needy little thing,” she says, soft enough to sound almost fond, mean enough to make you ache.
You try to hide your face against her shoulder, but Sevika catches your jaw before you can. Her fingers press into your cheeks, not hard enough to hurt, just firm enough to remind you who’s in charge. “No,” she tells you, voice rough and low. “You wanted to stare, so now you’re gonna look at me.”
Your lashes flutter, and your hands find her shoulders, fingers curling against warm skin while you force yourself to hold her gaze. Her bare chest brushes yours every time you breathe, her boobs soft against the front of the oversized shirt, and the intimacy of it makes you feel even more exposed. Sevika’s smirk widens when your hips give another helpless little grind against her thigh.
“That’s it,” she murmurs, her hand sliding from your waist to your hip. She doesn’t guide you yet, doesn’t give you enough to really chase, just lets her palm rest there while you suffer with wanting. You swallow hard, your body hot all over, your pussy slick and throbbing from the barely-there friction.
The shirt has ridden up so high that she can see everything now, and the way her eyes sharpen makes your stomach flip. “Look at you,” she says, gaze dragging down between your thighs. “All that from watching my hands?” You whimper before you can stop yourself, and Sevika’s fingers flex against your hip like the sound pleases her.
She finally grips you properly then, both hands settling on your hips with that steady strength you couldn’t stop staring at. The first pull is slow, dragging you forward over her thigh until your breath breaks in your throat.
Pleasure sparks low and sharp, your clit catching against the fabric, your wetness smearing warm between you and her. Sevika watches your face the entire time, jaw set, eyes heavy, like she wants to memorize exactly how ruined you look from so little.
Then she pulls you back just as slowly, making you feel every inch of pressure. Your nails dig into her shoulders, and she huffs a quiet laugh. “Earn it,” she says again, rougher this time. “Use my thigh first.”
You try to move on your own, but your rhythm falls apart almost immediately. You’re too worked up, too embarrassed, too sensitive from being watched so closely, and Sevika doesn’t let you hide from any of it.
Her hands tighten, taking over without warning, forcing your hips into a slow, cruel grind that makes your mouth fall open. The pressure is perfect, too much and not enough all at once, making your pussy clench and drip while your thighs shake around hers.
“There she is,” Sevika says, voice thick with satisfaction. “Knew you could be good when you wanted something.” The praise hits you almost as hard as her grip does, making heat bloom under your skin until you’re clinging to her like you might fall apart.
You can feel the flex of her fingers every time she drags you down harder, and the thought that this is what started all of it makes you dizzy.
“Sevika,” you gasp, her name breaking into something desperate halfway out of your mouth. She leans in, not kissing you yet, just letting her mouth hover near yours while you struggle to keep your eyes open.
“What?” she asks, like she doesn’t already know. You whine, hips chasing the grind even when her hands pause just to make you suffer. Sevika clicks her tongue, amused and cruel, then brushes her thumb over your lower lip.
“Use your words.” Your whole body burns, your pussy aching so badly you can barely think past the empty need curling inside you. “Please,” you breathe, and Sevika’s smile turns sharp.
“Please what?” Her thumb slips into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, and you suck around it without being told. Sevika’s eyes go darker at that, her throat working as she watches you turn obedient so quickly.
Her other hand slides lower, fingertips tracing along your inner thigh, close enough to make you tremble but still not where you need her. You try to spread wider for her, but she stops you with a single look.
“Greedy,” she says, though her voice has gone rough in a way that tells you she likes it. Her thumb pulls from your mouth, wet and shining, and she drags it down your chin before gripping you again. “Say you earned it.”
You don’t answer fast enough, not with words, because the second her thumb leaves your lip, your body leans after it like you can’t help yourself. Sevika notices immediately, of course she does, her eyes narrowing with that slow, entertained cruelty that makes your stomach fold in on itself.
You catch her wrist with both hands before you even think better of it, fingers wrapping around her much stronger forearm as you try to pull her thumb back toward your mouth. The movement is needy, shameless, so obvious that heat rushes up your neck the moment you realize what you’ve done.
Sevika lets you get close, lets your lips brush the pad of her thumb, then stops just short of giving it to you. “Look at that,” she says, voice low and rough, her thigh flexing under you just enough to make your hips stutter. “Didn’t even ask.”
Your lips part anyway, breath hot against her skin, tongue peeking out to taste the damp trail you left there before. Sevika’s gaze drops to your mouth, and for one second her expression slips, something hungry cutting through all that patience.
Then her fingers tighten around your jaw, holding you still, making you feel the full weight of being caught wanting. “You that desperate for something in your mouth?” she asks, and the way she says it makes your pussy clench hard against her thigh.
You try to nod, but her grip keeps you in place, forcing a small, broken sound out of you instead. The noise seems to please her, because her thumb finally presses against your lower lip again, slow and firm. “Open.”
You do, immediately, too quickly to pretend you have any pride left. Sevika’s thumb slides onto your tongue, and you close your lips around it with a soft, grateful little whine that makes her breathe out through her nose.
Her thumb is thick and warm in your mouth, still faintly tasting of you, and the thought alone makes your hips roll down harder. She watches the way your cheeks hollow slightly when you suck, watches your lashes flutter, watches your hands cling to her wrist like she might take it away again.
“There you go,” she murmurs, almost approving, though her other hand grips your hip hard enough to keep you grinding exactly how she wants. The praise melts through you, syrupy and hot, until your whole body feels too soft to hold itself up. You keep your mouth around her thumb like it’s the only thing keeping you from begging.
Sevika starts moving you again, guiding your hips in a slow, punishing rhythm over her thigh. The friction catches your clit through the damp mess you’ve made on her boxers, each drag sending pleasure up your spine until your breathing turns ragged around her thumb.
Your spit gathers at the corner of your mouth, messy and humiliating, but Sevika only looks more satisfied. She presses her thumb down against your tongue, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you feel owned by the shape of her hand.
“Good girl,” she says, and the words make you shake so badly she has to hold you tighter. Your pussy is wet enough that every grind sounds obscene in the quiet apartment, slick heat dragging against fabric and skin while you tremble in her lap. Sevika hears it too, her eyes flicking down with a low, pleased hum.
You try to chase more, rocking faster, but Sevika’s hand clamps down on your hip and stops you instantly. The sudden stillness tears a whine out of you, muffled around her thumb, your brows pinching in desperate frustration.
“No,” she says, calm as anything, like your thighs aren’t shaking around hers. “You don’t get greedy unless I tell you to.” You whimper again, softer this time, and she tilts her head like she’s considering whether you’ve earned any mercy at all. Her thumb slips from your mouth with a wet little sound, dragging over your lip before she cups your face. “Tell me what you want.”
Your answer comes out shaky and ruined, barely more than a breath. “Your fingers.” Sevika’s expression sharpens, her grip on your face turning almost tender for one dangerous second.
“Yeah?” she asks, thumb brushing over your spit-slick lip while her other hand slides under the shirt and finds your bare hip.
You nod fast, too fast, your hands moving to her shoulders as your body aches around the empty need between your thighs. “Please, Sevika,” you say, voice breaking on her name. “I earned them.”
For a moment, she just looks at you, all dark eyes and bare skin and that smug, devastating mouth. Then her hand leaves your face and trails slowly down your throat, over the front of the shirt, lower and lower until your breath catches.
She pushes the hem up with almost insulting patience, exposing you fully in her lap while her gaze drops between your thighs. “Fuck,” she mutters, quieter than before, the first crack in her control all night.
Her fingers skim through the slick heat of your pussy, barely touching, but it’s enough to make your whole body jerk. Sevika smiles when you gasp. “All this because of my hands?” she asks, dragging two fingers through your wetness again, slow and deliberate. “Sweetheart, you’re worse than I thought.”
Sevika’s eyes stay locked between your thighs for one long second, watching the mess you’ve made of yourself like it’s something she earned by patience alone. Her fingers are still slick with you, shining under the low light of the apartment, and when she lifts them, your stomach twists at the sight.
She doesn’t put them in your mouth this time, doesn’t let you chase them, just holds them up between you like a reminder of how badly you’ve already given yourself away. “Shirt off,” she orders, voice rougher now, stripped of some of that lazy control.
“Want to see all of you when I make you beg.” Your hands shake as you grab the hem, pulling it up over your head, and Sevika’s gaze drags over every inch of newly exposed skin like she’s deciding where to ruin you first.
The second the shirt hits the floor, her breath changes. It’s small, almost hidden, but you’re close enough to hear it, that low inhale caught somewhere behind her teeth when she sees your bare chest.
Her hand settles on your waist again, fingers digging in just enough to make you arch without meaning to. “Look at you,” she mutters, eyes dark and heavy as they lift to your face.
“Walking around my apartment with nothing under my shirt, staring at my hands like you weren’t asking for this.” Her slick fingers trail up your stomach, leaving a warm, wet path over your skin. “Dirty thing,” she says, almost fondly. “You wanted me to notice.”
You don’t get the chance to answer before those wet fingers find your nipple. Sevika pinches it between her thumb and forefinger, slow at first, watching your mouth fall open as the slick touch turns the sensation sharper, filthier. She rolls it between her fingers, firm and deliberate, and the pleasure shoots straight down to your pussy, making your hips jolt against her thigh.
“There it is,” she says, her voice dropping when she feels you grind down without permission. “Can’t even handle me touching your tits without soaking yourself more.”
Her other hand cups your boob, rough palm warm against the soft weight of it, squeezing until you gasp. “You’re gonna sit there and take it, yeah? Gonna be good for me now?”
You nod so fast it’s embarrassing, but Sevika only clicks her tongue. “Words,” she says, pinching harder just to make you whimper. “I want to hear that pretty mouth when you’re not begging for my thumb.” Your breath shudders out of you, your hands clutching at her shoulders as your nipples tighten under her touch.
“I’ll be good,” you manage, voice thin and shaky. Sevika hums, pleased but not satisfied, rolling your nipple again with those wet fingers until your back arches into her hand. “Yeah, you will,” she murmurs. “Because you know I’ll make you wait all night if you start acting spoiled.”
Then her mouth is on you, hot and sudden, and every thought in your head blanks out. Sevika drags her tongue over your nipple first, slow and dirty, tasting the slick she smeared there before closing her lips around it.
The suck is hard enough to make you cry out, your hips bucking helplessly, and she laughs against your skin like the sound is exactly what she wanted. Her teeth graze next, sharp and careful, then bite down just enough to make pleasure spark bright and mean through your chest.
“Fuck, you sound pretty like that,” she says, mouth still brushing your boob as she talks. “Should’ve had you on my lap sooner.” She sucks again, rougher this time, and your fingers slide into her hair because you need something to hold on to.
Sevika groans when you tug, the sound low and hungry, vibrating against your chest. That’s when you feel it, the way her thigh tenses under you, the way her hips shift beneath your weight like she’s not as unaffected as she’s pretending to be.
Her eyes are darker when she looks up at you, lips wet, breath warm against your spit-slick nipple. “Don’t think I’m not worked up too,” she says, voice gravelly now.
“Been sitting here watching you squirm in my shirt, pretending you weren’t dripping all over yourself because of my hand.” Her palm slides down your spine, dragging you closer until your bare chest presses against her mouth again. “You make it real fucking hard to be patient.”
She switches to your other boob without warning, squeezing one while her mouth latches onto the other. Her slick fingers return to your nipple, pinching and rolling while her tongue circles the opposite one, making your body split between sensations until you’re shaking over her. Every suck, every bite, every dirty little hum from her mouth makes your pussy pulse against her thigh.
“That’s it,” Sevika says, pulling back just enough to talk while her thumb flicks over your nipple. “Grind on me while I play with these pretty tits.” Her gaze drops to the way your hips move, slow and desperate, smearing wetness over her boxers. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re making a mess of me.”
You try to apologize, but it comes out broken, barely a word at all. Sevika laughs, not kind, not cruel, just dark and pleased, then bites the soft curve of your boob hard enough to leave a mark. “Don’t apologize,” she says, licking over the bite after.
“I like seeing what I do to you.” Her fingers slide down your stomach for one teasing second, dipping low enough to make your whole body go tense, then stopping before she gives you what you want.
“You want my fingers inside you?” she asks, mouth finding your nipple again between words. “Then keep moving on my thigh, keep getting these pretty tits wet for me, and maybe I’ll decide you’ve earned them.”
You do exactly what Sevika tells you because by now your body has stopped pretending it belongs to anyone else. Your hips drag over her thigh in slow, desperate rolls, each one wetter than the last, your slick soaking through the fabric of her boxers until the glide turns messy and obscene.
Sevika’s mouth stays on your chest, switching between rough sucks and sharp little bites, her tongue soothing over every mark like she’s rewarding you and punishing you at the same time. Her hands stay planted on your hips, guiding every motion, refusing to let you speed up unless she wants it.
“That’s it,” she says against your skin, voice thick and ruined around the edges. “Make a mess on me. Show me how bad you wanted my hands.”
You whine and grind down harder, chasing the pressure with no shame left in you. The pleasure builds fast, too fast, your clit catching perfectly against her thigh until your stomach starts to tighten and your thighs shake around her.
Sevika feels it before you say anything, feels the way your rhythm goes frantic, feels your nails dig into her shoulders, feels your breath turn uneven against her hair.
She pulls back from your boob with her mouth wet, lips swollen, eyes dark enough to make you clench around nothing. “Already?” she asks, smirking like she’s not the one who dragged you there. “All I did was let you ride my thigh, sweetheart. You’re that easy for me?”
“Sevika,” you gasp, voice breaking as your hips stutter. You’re right there, right on the edge, your whole body wound tight and trembling, your pussy pulsing helplessly against her. She lets you have two more slow grinds, just enough to make your eyes go glossy, just enough to make hope spark hot in your chest.
Then, right as your orgasm starts to crest, Sevika stands. She lifts you with her like you weigh nothing, one arm locked beneath your thighs, the other bracing your back, and the loss of pressure rips a broken sound out of you. “Baby,” you whimper, high and needy, clinging to her shoulders like she’s done something cruel enough to break your heart.
Sevika smirks at your reaction, smug and gorgeous and completely unbothered by the way you’re falling apart in her arms. “Listen to you,” she says, carrying you away from the couch while your thighs tremble around her waist.
“Poor thing was about to cum, huh?” You nod against her neck, too desperate to be embarrassed, your breath hot and shaky over her skin. Her metal arm shifts beneath you, the hard surface pressing against the back of your thigh and the curve of your ass, cool at first against your overheated skin.
The contrast makes you jolt, makes your pussy clench again, makes another wet, miserable little sound leave your mouth. Sevika laughs low in your ear, her grip tightening when you squirm. “Careful,” she murmurs. “Keep moving like that and I’ll think you like being denied.”
The metal of her arm feels unforgiving against you, firm and smooth and colder than the rest of her, while her bare chest is hot against yours. Every step she takes makes your nipples brush against her, swollen and aching from her mouth, and every shift of her grip makes slick smear between your thighs.
You can feel how worked up she is too, in the roughness of her breathing, in the way her jaw keeps flexing, in the way her fingers dig into you like she’s holding herself back by force. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” she mutters, almost like she’s angry about it.
“Sitting on me half naked, dripping on my thigh, making those pretty sounds.” Her mouth finds your jaw, teeth scraping there before she bites lightly. “You make me want to ruin my own rules.”
She doesn’t take you to the bedroom. She stops with your back against the wall, pinning you there with her body, her metal arm braced beneath you to keep you lifted. The cool pressure of it spreads under your thighs while her other hand slides between your bodies, fingers still wet from you and rough with impatience now.
You barely have time to suck in a breath before she pushes two fingers inside you in one sudden, deep thrust. The stretch punches a cry out of you, your head falling back against the wall as your pussy clenches hard around her. Sevika groans like she feels it in her own body, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Fuck,” she breathes. “That’s it. Take them.”
Your legs tighten around her waist, your hands flying to her back, nails dragging over warm skin. She gives you a second, just one, watching your face carefully enough that the cruelty of it feels safe, practiced, wanted.
When you don’t tell her to stop, when you only whimper and rock down onto her fingers, her control snaps into something darker. She starts moving, slow but deep, curling her fingers inside you with every thrust until your body jerks against the wall.
The sound of how wet you are fills the space between you, obscene and impossible to hide. Sevika’s mouth brushes your ear, her voice low and filthy. “You hear that? Hear how bad this pussy wanted me?”
“Please,” you sob, though you don’t even know what you’re begging for anymore. More, mercy, her mouth, her fingers, the orgasm she stole from you, all of it tangles together until all you can do is cling to her.
Sevika’s metal arm holds you steady while her fingers fuck into you harder, her thumb finding your clit with mean, perfect pressure. Your whole body jolts, pleasure slamming through you so sharply that your vision blurs.
“There she is,” Sevika says, sounding breathless now, sounding hungry. “Knew you’d get sweet once I filled you up.” She kisses you hard before you can answer, swallowing the broken moan that spills out of you.
You grind into her hand because you can’t help it, because the orgasm she stole is still sitting hot and furious under your skin. Sevika lets you chase it this time, her fingers working you open, her thumb rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake around her. Her metal arm presses colder into your skin the hotter you get, grounding you and ruining you all at once.
“Come on,” she growls against your mouth. “You wanted my fingers so bad, so cum on them.” Your pussy clamps down around her, slick and desperate, and Sevika curses under her breath like the feeling nearly takes her with you. “That’s my girl,” she says, voice rough with want. “Make a mess for me, baby.”
You’re right there again, right on the edge Sevika stole from you once already, your whole body tightening around the promise of release. Your thighs lock around her waist, your nails bite into her back, and your mouth falls open against her shoulder as the first wave starts to rise.
Sevika feels it instantly, feels the way your pussy clamps down around her fingers, wet and desperate, trying to drag her deeper. Her thumb keeps circling your clit for one cruel, perfect second, just long enough to make your eyes roll back. Then she slows.
The change is so sudden and so devastating that your eyes snap wide open. Her fingers stay buried inside you, but the hard rhythm turns lazy, shallow, almost gentle, and it ruins everything in one brutal second.
The orgasm that had been building so hot and bright inside you breaks apart before it can crest, leaving you shaking against the wall, empty of relief and full of need. Your breath catches on a wounded little sound, your hips jerking down helplessly, trying to force her to keep going.
Sevika watches your face as it happens, watches confusion melt into frustration, then into that pretty, pathetic desperation she clearly loves too much. “Oh,” she says, dragging the word out with a dark little laugh. “You really thought I was gonna let you cum that easy?”
“Sevika,” you whine, her name cracking in your throat like a plea. You sound wrecked already, breathless and spoiled and close to tears, and her smile only sharpens.
“Baby, please,” you beg, voice trembling as your hips try to grind against her hand. “Please, please, don’t stop, I was so close.” Sevika laughs again, low and rough against your neck, and the sound makes your pussy flutter around her fingers despite everything.
“I know you were,” she murmurs, kissing the corner of your jaw like she’s comforting you. “That’s why I stopped.”
A broken sob slips out of you, humiliatingly soft and needy. Sevika hums like it’s the sweetest sound she’s heard all night, her metal arm holding you steady while your body trembles uselessly in her grip.
Her fingers move inside you at that same slow, maddening pace, sliding deep enough to keep you aching but not fast enough to give you what you need.
“Look at you,” she says, her voice thick with amusement. “Begging like I didn’t warn you that you had to earn it.” Her thumb brushes your clit once, barely there, and your whole body jolts. “So fucking greedy for me.”
“I earned it,” you babble, barely coherent now, your forehead dropping against hers. “I did, I did, please, I was good, I was so good for you.” Sevika’s eyes darken at that, her jaw flexing like your desperation is getting to her more than she wants to admit.
Her breathing has gone rough again, her chest pressing hard to yours, her mouth wet and parted as she looks down at you. “Yeah?” she asks, her fingers curling slowly inside you. “You think you’ve been good enough to take more?” You nod frantically, lips parted, eyes glossy and wide. “Please.”
Sevika holds your stare as she pulls her fingers back just enough to make you whimper. Then she presses a third finger against your soaked entrance, slow and deliberate, giving you time to feel exactly what she’s about to do.
Your breath catches, your body going tense around the stretch before she even pushes in. “Relax,” she orders, voice low but softer at the edges. “You can take it. Pretty pussy’s been begging for more all night.”
She eases the third finger in slowly, inch by inch, and the stretch steals every thought from your head. Your mouth falls open on a deep, shaking moan, pleasure and pressure twisting together until your whole body goes weak in her arms.
It’s full, so full it makes your eyes flutter, your pussy clenching tight around the added thickness like it doesn’t know whether to run from it or pull her deeper.
Sevika groans when she feels you take her, her forehead dropping to yours for one hot, breathless second. “Fuck,” she mutters, voice rough with want. “There you go. Knew you could take my fingers like a good girl.”
You’re babbling before you realize it, words spilling out broken and messy. “Feels good, feels so good, Sevika, fuck, please, please don’t stop.” Your hips twitch against her hand, your body trying to adjust to the stretch while also chasing the pleasure she keeps dangling just out of reach.
Sevika’s smile turns wicked, but her hand stays careful for a moment, letting you feel the fullness before she starts moving again. “Listen to yourself,” she says, brushing her mouth over yours without kissing you properly.
“Can’t even talk right now.” Her fingers curl inside you, slow and deep, and your moan breaks into a helpless little cry. “That’s what I wanted,” she whispers. “Wanted you so full of me you forgot how to be anything but needy.”
Sevika lets you suffer with the fullness for a little longer, fingers buried deep, thumb barely brushing your clit each time your breath starts to catch. She watches every little crack in you, the way your eyes go glassy, the way your mouth can’t decide between begging and moaning, the way your hips keep trying to chase her hand even when you’re too weak to move properly.
“You want it that bad?” she asks, voice rough and low against your mouth. You nod so fast it’s pathetic, your hands fisting against her shoulders, your whole body trembling around the stretch of her fingers.
“Then ask right,” she says, curling them inside you until your back arches off the wall. You barely get the words out, just a broken little “please, baby, please let me cum,” before Sevika finally gives you what you’ve been begging for.
Her hand moves harder then, deeper, her thumb pressing tight, perfect circles against your clit while her metal arm keeps you pinned and helpless against her body. The orgasm hits so hard it steals the sound from you at first, your mouth open, eyes wide, body locking around her fingers as pleasure tears through you.
Then the noise comes, high and wrecked, your face buried against her neck while your pussy pulses around her in wet, desperate clenches. Sevika groans like she feels every one of them, like the way you fall apart around her is dragging something out of her too.
“There you go,” she rasps, not stopping until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably around her waist. “That’s my girl. Make a mess on my hand.”
By the time she pulls her fingers out of you, you’re loose and trembling, barely able to hold your head up. Sevika carries you back to the couch like it’s nothing, like she didn’t just ruin you against the wall and leave your body buzzing with aftershocks.
She sits down with you in her lap again, letting you slump against her chest for only a second before her wet fingers press against your lips. Your eyes flutter open, dazed and needy, and Sevika’s mouth curves into that mean little smirk. “Open,” she says. You do it without thinking, lips parting around her fingers as she slides them onto your tongue. “Clean up the mess you made.”
You suck them obediently, tasting yourself thick on her skin, your cheeks hollowing around her fingers while she watches you with dark, hungry eyes. Sevika pushes them deeper, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your throat tighten and your lashes flutter.
You gag softly around them, hands grabbing at her wrist, and she groans under her breath like the sound hits her straight between the thighs. “Fuck,” she mutters, eyes dropping to your mouth. “Look at you. So sweet after I finally let you cum.” She gives you one more slow press of her fingers against your tongue, making you gag again before pulling them free with a wet sound that makes your face burn.
You whine when she suddenly pushes you off her lap, your body still needy despite how badly you’re shaking. The sound barely leaves your mouth before Sevika looks at you, one brow lifting, warning clear in her expression. You shut up immediately, lips still wet, breath uneven, thighs pressed together on the floor in front of her.
Her smirk returns slowly, like she likes seeing how fast you remember your place. “Good,” she says, voice low and approving. “Stay right there.” Then her hands move to the waistband of her boxers, and your breath catches all over again.
Sevika lifts her hips just enough to drag the boxers down, slow and deliberate, like she wants you to watch every second of it. The fabric slides over her thighs and drops somewhere beside the couch, forgotten, because all you can look at is her.
She spreads her legs wide, shameless and commanding, giving you a clear view of how wet she is. Her pussy is slick and swollen, shining in the low apartment light, arousal gathered between her folds because of you.
Your mouth goes dry, then wet again, your whole body reacting before your mind can catch up. Sevika leans back against the couch, one hand resting on her thigh, the other dragging lazily over her stomach. “See what you did?” she says, voice rough with want. “You think I got this wet from nothing?”
You stare like you’ve forgotten how to breathe, your knees pressing into the floor, your ruined body waking up again at the sight of her spread open for you. Sevika’s fingers dip lower, parting herself just enough to make you whimper. She laughs, quiet and cruel, but there’s need in it now, real need, her chest rising faster than before.
“Don’t just sit there looking pretty,” she says, eyes locked on yours. “You wanted my hands all night.” Her thighs spread wider, and the invitation feels like an order. “Now come here and show me what that mouth can do.”
You move before she has to ask twice, crawling closer on unsteady knees, your body still trembling from what she did to you. Sevika watches you the whole time, thighs spread wide, one hand resting lazily against the inside of her leg while the other curls around the back of the couch.
She looks ruined and powerful at the same time, bare chest rising with heavier breaths, jaw tight like she’s been holding herself back for too long. Your eyes drop between her legs again, and the sight makes your mouth part without sound.
She’s so wet it glistens against her, slick gathered where she’s open and aching, and your stomach flips because you did that. You made Sevika lose patience. You made her sit there soaked and hungry while she made you earn every second.
“Look at you,” Sevika says, voice rough and amused. “Barely got your legs working and you’re still crawling over like you need it.” You swallow hard, hands settling on her knees, and the heat of her skin under your palms makes you dizzy.
She lets you touch her, lets you drag your hands slowly up her thighs, but her warning stare keeps you from moving too fast. “Don’t get greedy,” she murmurs.
“You know what happens when you get greedy.” Your eyes flick up to hers, still wide and soft from your orgasm, and Sevika’s mouth curls. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
You lower yourself between her thighs, pressing a kiss to the inside of one before she can tell you where to start. Sevika’s breath catches, almost too quiet to notice, but you notice because you’re watching for every crack in her.
You kiss higher, slow and open-mouthed, tasting warm skin, salt, and the faint clean bite of her soap. Her fingers slide into your hair, not pulling yet, just settling there like a promise.
“Don’t tease me too much,” she warns, but her voice has gone lower, rougher, touched with need. That makes you brave enough to kiss the crease of her thigh, close enough that your breath ghosts over her pussy. Sevika’s grip tightens at the back of your head.
Your tongue touches her slowly at first, dragging through the wet heat of her, and Sevika’s whole body goes still. The sound she makes is low, almost swallowed, but it sends heat straight back through your already ruined body.
You look up while you do it, watching the way her brows pull together, the way her lips part, the way her hand flexes in your hair. “Fuck,” she mutters, head tipping back for half a second before she forces herself to look down at you again.
“That’s it. Open your mouth and make yourself useful.” The praise hidden inside the command makes you moan against her. Sevika feels it and curses again, thighs shifting wider around your shoulders.
You lick her like you’ve been starving for it, messy and eager, chasing every wet sound you pull out of her. Sevika tries to stay composed, tries to lean back like she’s still the one with all the control, but her breathing gives her away.
Every time your tongue circles her clit, her hips twitch toward your mouth before she catches herself. “Don’t stop,” she says, and it’s the first thing all night that sounds less like an order and more like need.
You whimper into her, hands sliding under her thighs to hold her open while you press closer. Her metal hand moves to your jaw, cool fingers guiding your face exactly where she wants you. “Right there,” she says, voice almost breaking. “Good girl, right fucking there.”
You obey immediately, sucking her clit between your lips until her thighs tense around your head. Sevika groans, rough and deep, the sound filling the apartment and making your own pussy throb again even though you’re still oversensitive.
She rocks against your mouth in small, controlled movements, but the control is thinner now, fraying at the edges every time you moan into her. “You like this, don’t you?” she says, breathless but still smug.
“Like being on your knees with your mouth full of me.” You nod as much as you can, and she laughs shakily, fingers tightening in your hair. “Greedy even after I made you cum. Pretty little thing can’t help herself.”
Her taste is all over your tongue, slick and warm and intoxicating, and you press closer until your nose brushes against her. Sevika’s hips jerk harder this time, a sharp little loss of control that makes her curse under her breath.
You feel her thighs tremble, feel the strength in her body turning restless beneath your hands, and it makes you want to ruin her composure the way she ruined yours. You flatten your tongue and drag it slow, then flick faster over her clit just to hear the way her breath punches out.
“Careful,” she growls, but there’s no real threat in it anymore. Her hand cups the back of your head, keeping you there. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna make you stay down there until I’m done shaking.”
You don’t stop. You give her exactly what she asked for, mouth wet and eager, tongue working her with the same desperation she dragged out of you earlier. Sevika’s dirty talk starts to fracture into curses, low groans, and your name said like she’s annoyed that she wants you this badly.
“Fuck, baby,” she breathes, and the pet name comes out rougher than before. “That mouth is dangerous.” You moan at that, gripping her thighs tighter as her hips lift into you again.
Sevika looks down at you, eyes heavy, chest flushed, one hand in your hair and the other squeezing her own thigh like she needs somewhere to put the force of wanting. “You’re gonna make me cum like this,” she says, voice dark and shaking. “And then I’m not done with you.”
That should scare you, probably, the promise in her voice, the threat of being kept there long after she breaks. Instead, it only makes you moan against her harder, your tongue pressing flatter, your mouth working her with a need that feels almost dizzying.
Sevika’s thighs tense around your head, strong and trembling, her fingers tightening in your hair like she’s trying not to pull too hard. “Fuck,” she spits, hips jerking up before she can stop them. “That’s it, baby. Don’t you dare get shy now.”
Her voice is rough, wrecked at the edges, and the sound of it makes you ache all over again. You want her ruined too, want her breathless and cursing, want proof that she’s just as weak for you as you are for her.
You suck her clit back into your mouth, softer at first, then firmer when her grip tightens. Sevika’s head falls back against the couch, her throat working around a broken groan, bare chest rising fast now. Her boobs shift with every shaky breath, nipples hard, skin flushed, and you can’t help dragging one hand up from her thigh to palm at her.
She looks down immediately, eyes dark and warning, but she doesn’t stop you. “Greedy little mouth and greedy little hands,” she says, voice low and breathless. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” Her hips roll into your mouth again, sharper this time, and her laugh breaks into a moan before she can finish pretending she’s above it.
You answer by licking her slower, dragging your tongue through all that slick heat until her stomach tightens beneath your hand. She tastes stronger now, wetter, her arousal coating your mouth and chin while she watches you with a look that makes your whole body feel owned.
“Look at me,” Sevika orders, and you force your eyes up even as your mouth stays busy. The sight of you between her thighs seems to hit her hard, because her lips part and her metal hand flexes against the couch hard enough to make the frame creak.
“Shit,” she mutters, almost to herself. “You look too fucking good down there.” Then her flesh hand tightens in your hair and guides you closer. “Keep your eyes on me when I cum.”
The command makes you shudder. You press in harder, tongue flicking over her clit before closing your lips around it again, sucking until Sevika’s thighs start to shake for real. She tries to keep still, tries to stay smug and composed, but the effort is falling apart in pieces.
Her hips lift, her hand pulls, her breath turns uneven and harsh. “Right there,” she growls, then says it again, rougher, less controlled. “Right there, baby, fuck, don’t stop.” You don’t. You give her everything, mouth messy and devoted, hands gripping her open like you were made to stay there.
Sevika’s orgasm builds loud, not in volume at first, but in the way her whole body changes. Her stomach tightens, her thighs clamp harder, her chest heaves, and her fingers twist in your hair like she needs an anchor.
“That’s it,” she pants, voice cracking around the words. “Make me cum. Make me cum on that pretty mouth.” The filth of it sends a pulse straight between your legs, your own body aching even though she hasn’t touched you again.
You moan into her, and that’s what does it. Sevika curses, sharp and broken, her hips grinding up against your tongue as she finally falls apart.
You keep your mouth on her through it, because she told you not to stop and because you couldn’t even if you wanted to. She comes hard, thighs shaking around your head, fingers holding you in place while you lick her through every wet, pulsing wave.
Her voice drops into a rough, helpless groan that you feel more than hear, vibrating low in her chest, filling the room with the sound of her losing control. “Fuck, baby,” she breathes, trembling under your hands. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”
The praise makes you dizzy, makes you press your thighs together on instinct, but Sevika notices even in the middle of coming down. Of course she does.
Her grip loosens slowly, but she doesn’t let you pull away. Instead, she keeps you there with a hand at the back of your head, gentler now but still firm, making you clean her through the aftershocks.
“Don’t waste a drop,” she murmurs, voice hoarse. “You wanted to see how wet you made me, so clean it up.” You whimper against her, overwhelmed and turned on all over again, your tongue moving softer now, slower, tasting her until she shudders.
Sevika’s thighs twitch when you brush her clit, too sensitive, and she hisses through her teeth. “Careful,” she warns, but there’s a laugh under it. “Unless you want me to return the favour meaner.”
You finally lift your head when she lets you, lips swollen, chin wet, eyes dazed. Sevika looks down at you like she wants to devour you, one hand still in your hair, the other dragging lazily over her own stomach as she catches her breath.
For once, she’s visibly ruined, chest flushed, mouth parted, sweat shining lightly at her throat. The sight makes something warm and proud bloom in you, even as you’re still shaking on your knees.
Sevika sees that too, sees the little spark of satisfaction in your face, and her brows lift. “Don’t look so pleased with yourself,” she says, though her voice is too wrecked to be properly threatening. “I said I wasn’t done with you.”
You barely have time to answer before she reaches down and hooks her hands beneath your arms. She hauls you up from between her thighs, kisses you hard enough to steal the taste of herself from your mouth, then stands with you clinging to her.
“Bedroom,” she says against your lips, voice rough and absolute. You stumble when she sets you on your feet, but her metal arm wraps around your waist, cold against your overheated skin, keeping you steady.
She walks you backward down the hall, kissing you between steps, biting at your lower lip whenever you whine too much. The apartment feels smaller like this, every shadow hot, every breath loud, every touch dragging you closer to whatever she’s decided you’re going to take next.
The bedroom is dim when she pushes you inside, sheets messy from earlier that morning, the air warmer and darker than the living room. Sevika sits on the edge of the bed like a throne, legs spread, still naked and wet and watching you with that dangerous patience.
She nods toward the drawer beside the bed, and your stomach flips before she even says it. “Get it,” she orders. Your hands shake as you open the drawer, pulling out the harness and strap she likes using when she wants you completely gone beneath her.
When you turn back, she’s watching your face more than the toy, amused by the way your breathing has already changed. “Come here,” she says. “You’re putting it on me.”
The order makes your knees feel weak all over again. You step between her spread thighs, strap and harness in your hands, trying not to stare at how slick she still is. Sevika lets you kneel, lets you slide the harness up her strong thighs, lets your fingers fumble with the buckles while her hand rests in your hair like a warning.
“Nervous?” she asks, smirking down at you. You nod before you can stop yourself, and she laughs, low and mean and fond. “Good. You should be.” Her fingers tighten slightly. “Take your time, baby. I want it nice and tight before I make you ride it.”
Your face burns, but you obey, tugging the straps into place, fastening each buckle with trembling fingers. Sevika watches every movement, her breathing roughening when your knuckles brush her inner thighs, when your hands linger too close to where she’s still swollen and wet.
“That’s it,” she murmurs. “Pretty thing on your knees, getting me ready to fuck you.” Your pussy clenches at the words, empty and aching, and Sevika notices the tiny sound you try to swallow. “Already wet again?” she asks. “I haven’t even put you on it yet.”
When the harness is secure, Sevika grips your chin and makes you look up at her. Her eyes are dark, heavy with want, and the strap sits between you like a promise you can’t escape.
“Stand up,” she says, and you do, legs unsteady beneath you. She shifts back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard, thighs spread wide, the strap jutting from her hips. “Come here.”
Your body moves before your brain catches up, climbing onto the bed and settling over her lap, knees on either side of her hips. Sevika’s hands land on your waist, warm and firm, her metal fingers cool against one side of you.
“You’re gonna ride me now,” she says, dragging you closer until the tip presses slick against your pussy. “And you’re gonna look at me while you take it.”
Your hands clutch her shoulders as she lines you up with cruel patience. She doesn’t push you down right away, just lets the head of the strap tease against your entrance, slicking it with the mess she pulled out of you earlier.
You whimper, hips twitching, and Sevika’s mouth curls. “Don’t start,” she warns. “You begged for this.” You nod, breath shaky, and her grip tightens. “Words.” Your voice comes out thin and needy. “I want it.”
Sevika’s eyes flash with satisfaction. “Then sit.” She pulls you down slowly, inch by inch, letting the strap stretch you open while you tremble above her. The pressure makes your mouth fall open, pleasure and fullness winding tight through your belly as your pussy takes more of it.
Sevika watches your face the entire time, jaw clenched, breathing unsteady, like seeing you split open on her is testing every bit of control she has left. “Fuck,” she mutters when you sink lower. “That’s it. Take me like a good girl.” Your hips finally meet hers, the strap buried deep, and your moan breaks into something helpless.
For a second, neither of you moves. You’re too full, too sensitive, too aware of Sevika beneath you, her hands on your waist, her wet pussy pressed beneath the harness, her eyes burning into yours. She gives you that second, maybe two, then rolls her hips up just enough to make you gasp.
“Ride,” she says. Your thighs shake as you lift yourself and sink back down, slow and uneven at first, trying to adjust to the stretch. Sevika’s hands guide you, setting the rhythm, forcing you to take it deep every time. “That’s it, sweetheart,” she says, voice dark and shaking. “Work for it.”
You ride her the way she tells you to, messy and desperate, each drop of your hips dragging another broken sound out of your throat. Sevika watches the strap disappear inside you, watches your slick coat it, watches your body try to take everything she gives.
“Look at you,” she says, one hand sliding up to squeeze your boob while the other grips your hip. “All that whining and now you’re taking it so pretty.”
Her thumb rolls over your nipple, and your rhythm stutters. Sevika snaps her hips up once, sharp enough to make you cry out. “No. Keep going.”
You do, because the warning in her voice makes you melt and the fullness makes you stupid. Your hands slide into her hair, your chest pressing against hers as you grind down harder, chasing the angle that makes pleasure spark bright behind your eyes.
Sevika’s breath catches when you move against the harness just right, her own arousal smearing against the base with every grind. “Fuck,” she breathes, grip tightening on you.
“You feel that? Making me wet all over again while you ride me.” Her mouth finds your throat, teeth scraping there as she pushes your hips down. “That’s my girl. Take it like you’ve been aching for it all night.”
Your hands leave her hair and slide down over her shoulders, restless, greedy, needing more of her under your palms. Sevika’s skin is hot and damp beneath your touch, her chest rising hard as you keep riding her, every slow drop of your hips pulling another broken sound from your throat.
You grope at her boobs without thinking, fingers sinking into the soft weight of them, thumbs brushing over her nipples until her jaw tightens. Her eyes flash up to yours, dark and warning, but the sound she makes betrays her before she can say anything mean.
It’s low, rough, dragged from somewhere deep in her chest, and it makes your pussy clench hard around the strap. “Fuck,” she mutters, grip tightening on your waist. “You really are greedy tonight.”
You squeeze again, bolder this time, rolling her nipples between your fingers the way she did to yours earlier. Sevika’s hips jerk up beneath you, and the strap drives deeper, making your whole body jolt.
Your head falls forward, your forehead almost touching hers, while your hands keep working her chest with needy, clumsy desperation.
“That’s it,” she says, voice rough enough to scrape. “Use your hands while you ride me.” Her mouth brushes yours, not quite kissing, just letting you breathe against each other while you fall apart piece by piece. “You wanted to touch so bad, baby? Then touch.”
You do. You palm at her like you can’t get enough, thumbs teasing her hard nipples, fingers kneading the soft swell of her boobs while your hips move faster. The room fills with the wet, obscene sound of you taking the strap, slick coating every inch as you ride her harder and messier.
Sevika’s hands guide you through it, one warm against your hip, the metal one cooler at your lower back, forcing you down deep every time your thighs start to shake.
The base of the strap grinds against her clit with each roll of your hips, and you feel the exact moment it starts getting to her. Her breath punches out, sharp and uneven, and her head falls back against the headboard. “Shit,” she breathes, hips lifting into you. “Keep doing that.”
The command makes you whine, high and desperate, because you’re already close again. The stretch, the pressure, the sight of Sevika losing control beneath you, it all knots together in your belly until you can barely move right.
Your hands tighten on her boobs, and she curses, the base rubbing perfectly against her as your hips grind down. “That’s it,” she growls, dragging you harder into the rhythm.
“Make yourself cum on it.” Her eyes drop to where the strap disappears inside you, then back up to your face. “Want to see you fall apart while you’re holding onto me.”
Your mouth opens around a broken moan, but Sevika catches it with her hand. Her fingers wrap around your throat, firm and careful, just enough pressure to make you still, to make your eyes go wide and your whole body tighten around the strap.
She doesn’t cut off your breath, doesn’t lose control, just holds you there with that steady dominance that makes your brain go soft and blank. “Look at me,” she says, voice low and dangerous.
Your lashes flutter, but you obey, staring at her while your hips keep grinding down. Sevika’s thumb strokes once along the side of your throat, almost tender. “There you go. Pretty thing.”
That’s what pushes you over. The hand around your throat, the strap buried deep, the rough drag of her voice, the way her own hips are starting to stutter beneath you.
Your orgasm hits in a hard, shaking wave, your whole body locking as pleasure tears through you. You cum with a sob of her name, hands still clutching her boobs, pussy clenching helplessly around the strap as your hips twitch through it.
Sevika watches every second, eyes dark and fixed on your face, her grip on your throat steady while you unravel. “Fuck, baby,” she rasps, sounding wrecked now. “That’s it. Cum for me. Make a mess on my cock.”
The words make you shake harder, and the way you grind through your orgasm pushes the base against her clit again and again. Sevika’s control snaps right after yours, her mouth falling open as her hips jerk up beneath you.
Her hand slips from your throat to the back of your neck, pulling you close as she starts to cum too, rough and trembling, her body tightening under yours. “Don’t stop,” she groans, voice breaking around the order.
“Keep moving. Fuck, keep moving.” You can barely manage it, but you do, dragging your hips down in sloppy little rolls while she rides out her own orgasm against the harness. Her thighs shake beneath you, her chest pressed hard to yours, her breath hot and uneven against your mouth.
Sevika curses into your kiss, dirty and broken, her body tense beneath you as the base keeps rubbing her through every aftershock. Your hands soften on her chest, no longer groping so much as holding, thumbs brushing over her nipples while she trembles.
She kisses you harder, messier, swallowing your whimpers while your hips finally slow. The strap is still deep inside you, your body pulsing weakly around it, and every tiny movement makes you shiver.
Sevika’s hands slide down to your waist again, keeping you in place when your legs threaten to give out. “Good girl,” she murmurs against your mouth, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Took it so fucking pretty.”
You sag against her, boneless, your cheek pressed to her shoulder while both of you breathe like you’ve been fighting for it. Sevika doesn’t move you off right away. She holds you there, one arm wrapped around your back, metal hand cool against your overheated skin, her other hand stroking slowly along your spine.
The room feels quieter now, softer around the edges, though your body is still trembling from the force of it. Her lips brush your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “Still with me?” she asks, low enough that it feels private. You nod weakly against her, and Sevika huffs a tired little laugh. “Yeah. Thought so.”
For a while, neither of you moves. Sevika keeps you tucked against her chest, one arm around your back and the other resting heavy over your hip, her breathing slowly evening out beneath your cheek. The strap is gone eventually, set aside with a quiet kind of care that feels almost too tender after how rough her voice had been minutes ago.
You’re still warm all over, boneless and oversensitive, your skin sticking lightly to hers wherever your bodies touch. The bedroom smells like sweat, sex, and the faint smoky scent that always clings to Sevika no matter how often she showers.
Her fingers drag lazily up and down your spine, slow enough to make your eyes flutter. “Still here?” she asks, voice low and tired, but there’s something serious underneath it.
You nod against her shoulder, then hum when that doesn’t feel like enough of an answer. “Yeah,” you whisper. “M’ here.” Sevika’s hand stills for half a second before continuing, palm broad and warm as it smooths over your back.
“Throat okay?” she asks, quieter now, her thumb brushing gently near the side of your neck without pressing. You lift your head just enough to look at her, your eyes sleepy and soft. “It’s okay,” you tell her. “You were careful.”
Her jaw shifts like she’s trying not to show how much the answer matters to her. “Good,” she mutters. “You tell me if it’s not. Don’t get stubborn on me.”
That makes you smile faintly, even as your body feels too heavy to move. “You’re the stubborn one.” Sevika raises a brow at you, unimpressed, though the corner of her mouth twitches. “I’m not the one who tried to keep riding after her legs stopped working.”
Your face warms immediately, and you drop your head back against her chest with a small groan. “Don’t say it like that.” “Like what?” she asks, and now she sounds smug again, which is rude considering how sleepy she looks. “Like it’s true?”
You pinch her side weakly, barely enough to count as retaliation, and Sevika catches your wrist with an offended little huff. “Careful.”
“What are you gonna do?” you mumble. “We’re both half-dead.” Sevika looks down at you with the slowest, most dangerous smile she can manage while exhausted. “Don’t test me.”
It should sound threatening, but her voice is too rough with sleep, her hand already sliding back to stroke your waist instead of doing anything about it. You laugh softly into her skin, and she grumbles under her breath like she hates how much she likes the sound.
The bed is ruined enough that even your sleepy brain can’t ignore it forever. Sevika notices you shifting before you say anything, her eyes cutting toward the sheets with a resigned sigh. “Yeah,” she says, like she’s annoyed at the universe personally. “We gotta change those.”
You make a miserable sound and press closer to her. “Can’t we just sleep on the clean side?” “There is no clean side.” You peek over your shoulder at the tangled sheets, then immediately regret checking. “That’s your fault,” you say. Sevika snorts. “That’s very much your fault, sweetheart.”
Getting up feels like a group project neither of you signed up for. Sevika moves first, slow and stiff, stretching her shoulders before standing beside the bed and offering you her hand. You take it, wobbling when your feet touch the floor, and she steadies you instantly with a hand at your waist.
“See?” she says. “Legs don’t work.” “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, leaning into her anyway. “And yet,” she says, guiding you toward the linen cupboard, “you’re still holding onto me.”
You glance up at her, lips parted around a comeback that never really forms, because she looks too soft in the low bedroom light.
The two of you strip the bed with the clumsy patience of people who want to be asleep more than they want to be functional. Sevika yanks the fitted sheet off one corner too hard and nearly snaps it back into her own face, which makes you laugh so suddenly you have to sit on the edge of the mattress.
She freezes, sheet in hand, eyes narrowing. “Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You’re thinking it loud.” You cover your mouth, shoulders shaking, and Sevika points at you with the sheet like she’s about to scold you properly. “Keep laughing and you’re sleeping on the floor.” “You’d last ten minutes before dragging me back.” She pauses, then mutters, “Five.”
Fresh sheets come out smelling like detergent and the little lavender sachet you insisted on putting in the cupboard months ago. Sevika had complained about it then, saying it made the sheets smell like an old lady’s drawer, but now she presses the fabric briefly to her face when she thinks you aren’t looking.
You catch her anyway. “You like the lavender.” She lowers the sheet slowly, expression flat. “I tolerate it.” “You sniffed it.” “I was checking if it was clean.” “With your whole face?” Sevika throws a pillowcase at you, and it lands against your chest with a soft thump.
Making the bed takes longer than it should because you’re both sleepy, distracted, and moving around each other in that domestic little rhythm that feels almost more intimate than anything else. Sevika lifts the mattress corners for you when the fitted sheet won’t behave, and you smooth the fabric down with slow, careful hands.
When you bend too far, she places a palm at your lower back, steadying you before you can overbalance. “I’m fine,” you say automatically. “Mm,” she replies. “That’s why you’re swaying like a drunk.” You roll your eyes, but you let her keep her hand there. She lets you pretend you aren’t leaning into it.
By the time the clean duvet is spread out, both of you are quieter. Sevika stands at the foot of the bed, looking at the fresh sheets with a tired sort of satisfaction, hair messy, shoulders relaxed, the harshness gone from her face.
You come up beside her and slip your fingers into hers. She looks down at your joined hands, then at you. “Shower,” she says. “Quick one.” You groan. “Bed first.” “No.” “Sevika.” “Don’t whine at me. You’ll thank me when you’re not sticky and miserable in ten minutes.”
The shower is quick in theory, but everything takes longer when you keep leaning into her. Sevika turns the water warm, not too hot, testing it with her hand before nudging you under the spray. You sigh the second it hits your skin, eyes closing as the warmth rolls over your shoulders and down your back.
She stands behind you, close but not crowding, her hands careful as they smooth water over your arms. “Too hot?” she asks. “No,” you murmur. “Feels good.” Her mouth brushes the top of your shoulder, barely a kiss. “Good.”
She washes you with a gentleness that would embarrass her if you pointed it out. Her hands move slowly, soap sliding over your shoulders, your waist, your back, careful around any sore spots, careful around the places she held you hard.
When she reaches your neck, she pauses again, thumb grazing the skin with the lightest touch. “Still okay?” You open your eyes and look back at her through the steam.
“Still okay.” Her expression softens, just for a second, before she hides it by reaching for the shampoo. “Good,” she says again, because sometimes that’s the only word she trusts herself with.
You return the favour even though she insists she can do it herself. “I know you can,” you tell her, taking the soap from her hand. “Let me.” Sevika grumbles, but she turns around anyway, bracing one hand against the tile while you wash her back.
Her skin is warm beneath your palms, strong muscle softening under your touch as the water runs over both of you. There are old scars under your fingers, familiar ones, ones you don’t ask about tonight because the moment is too quiet for ghosts.
Instead, you press a kiss between her shoulder blades. Sevika goes still. “You getting sentimental on me?” she asks. “Maybe.” “Dangerous habit.”
You smile against her back. “You like it.” “I tolerate it,” she says again, but her voice is softer this time. You laugh quietly and rinse the soap from her shoulders, letting your hands trail down her arms before stepping back.
Sevika turns around and catches your face between her hands, metal cool on one cheek, flesh warm on the other. For a second, she just looks at you, water dripping from her hair, eyes dark but gentle now. “You did good,” she says. It isn’t teasing this time. It’s quiet, firm, and it lands right in the tenderest part of your chest.
Your throat tightens a little, so you lean up and kiss her instead of answering. Sevika kisses you back slowly, no teeth, no command, no urgency, just warmth and water and her thumbs brushing your cheeks. When you pull away, you whisper,
“You did too.” She huffs like praise makes her itchy. “Yeah, yeah.” But she kisses your forehead before turning off the shower, so you count that as a win.
The bathroom goes colder immediately without the water, and you make a pathetic noise that has her reaching for a towel fast. “Dramatic,” she mutters, wrapping it around your shoulders. “Cold,” you correct.
She dries you first, because of course she does, even while pretending it’s only because you’re too sleepy to manage properly. The towel drags soft over your arms and chest, then around your back, her hands brisk but careful. You stand there blinking at her, warm and dazed, while she rubs your hair just enough to make it messy.
“You look like a drowned kitten,” she says. “You look like a wet dog,” you shoot back. Sevika’s eyes narrow. “Watch it.” “Or what?” Her mouth twitches. “Or I’ll make you change the sheets next time by yourself.” You gasp softly. “Cruel.”
By the time you both make it back to the bedroom, the clean bed looks like heaven. Sevika pulls on a loose pair of boxers from the dresser, then tosses one of her shirts at you without asking. You catch it against your chest and look down at it, smiling despite yourself.
“This one?”
“You like stealing it anyway.”
“It smells like you.”
“That’s why you steal it.” You slip it on, and her gaze follows the movement with something warm and satisfied, like seeing you in her clothes settles something in her. “Come here,” she says, already pulling the duvet back.
You crawl into bed first, sighing the second your body hits the fresh sheets. They’re cool, soft, and clean beneath your skin, and you stretch out like you’ve been waiting your whole life for this exact mattress. Sevika gets in after you, pulling the duvet over both of you before reaching for the lamp.
The room falls into darkness, softened only by the thin wash of city light slipping through the curtains. For a few seconds, there’s just the sound of both of you breathing, the apartment quiet around you.
Then you feel her arm slide around your waist, pulling you back against her chest. Her metal hand rests carefully over your stomach, cool through the shirt.
You settle into her with a sleepy hum. “You’re cold.” “You’ll live.” “Mean.” Sevika presses her face into the back of your neck, lips brushing the skin there.
“You like me mean.” You smile into the dark, your fingers covering hers where they rest over your stomach. “Sometimes.” She gives your waist a light squeeze. “Liar.”
Silence settles again, heavier and softer this time. Your eyelids are already sinking, your body warm under the clean duvet, your hair still slightly damp against the pillow. Sevika’s breathing is slow behind you, but you can tell she’s not asleep yet.
She’s waiting, maybe making sure you drop first, maybe just enjoying the quiet without admitting it. “Sev?” you whisper.
“Mm?”
“Thank you.” Her arm tightens around you, and for a moment she doesn’t answer. Then she presses one slow kiss behind your ear. “Sleep, baby,” she murmurs. “I’ve got you.”
Sevika definitely has a photo album of all the times she’s fucked you silly.
Whether the apparent photo album consists of a few videos of her rubbing cum into your ass, making sure to put that gawking, desperate hole of yours to good use, Sevika’s a firm believer to not waste her meal—and that includes your cum. She’ll rub it in like sunscreen against your skin, making sure to knead it in realllll good when you whimper against her fingers delving into your hole to collect more.
Sevika always makes sure to snap a photo everytime you’re on the verge of cumming. Anytime you’re begging for more. Anytime you claw onto her, pleading for mercy while her strap gushes into your pussy that relaxes so beautifully against her.
But what you thought was just a digital photo album turned physical.
“Here it is, babydoll.”
The book dropped like a weight had followed it, pushing it down only to surface shame and embarrassment throughout you.
Sevika treated the book like it was a treasure of itself—filled with your pearl only she could clam around. From photo albums stuffed on her phone from all the times she’s made sweet love to you, to printed photos glued to the pages with your own cum itself.
Oh she’s dirty. But she relishes in it.
She slowly flicks through the pages, torturously slow just to tease you, capturing every angle of your pussy you haven’t ever seen before, even up close in a mirror. Sevika wasn’t one for photos—but the second your pussy was in the frame she became professional.
And she had fun with you all the while you squirmed embarrassingly against her.
“Next page, sweetheart.” She’d coo, having you on your knees, body splayed out on the sofa with the photo album beneath your trembling fingers while she watched your pussy drip from behind.
And if you didn’t turn the page fast enough?
She’d spank your pussy until it became sore, watching it pout and shed tears against her thick fingers dancing in the liquids. The poor thing would only gush more of your juices out, oozing like oil from your slick hole trying to engulf her fingers whole, but Sevika never gave in to what you want. She’d only smack your clit harsher, making you jolt against her as a whine escaped your throat.
She’d make you describe the photos in exquisite details.
“My pussy is takin’ your strap so well,” you whimpered out, trying to ignore the way you could feel Sevika’s lips morphing into a smirk from behind. “It felt s’good…with your fingers as well…”
“Ain’t that right babydoll.” And like before, she’d send a harsh backhand to your pussy—watching the folds curl around the impact with cruelty.
