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˚ ⋆ﾟ୨୧ Is This Guy Bothering You? ୨୧ ˚ ⋆ﾟSevika x Fem Reader

Synopsis: Persistent is one way to describe the sleazy guy who won’t leave you alone. Fortunately for you, Sevika comes to your aid and you get to know each other a bit…

Contains: NSFW (men and minors dni), harassment, Sevika helps you out though, oral (r! receiving), overstimulation.

Listening ♪ ིྀ: Guess - Charli xcx

Notes: My first Sevika fic !! I hope you guys enjoy it :3 It’s inspired by How You Met Sevika by sleepdeprived101 on ao3. I loved the concept and had to write my own version of it ! Also thank you @chosprincess for the title name 😭 I was gonna think of something serious, but this was too funny to me.

About 5 shots in at the club and you were feeling a slight buzz that was enough to make you feel at least a little bit better. You had just about the shittiest day at work and you needed a little something to free your mind from all of your troubles. However, the alcohol you had consumed was not enough to be able to tolerate the grimy man beside you. He had been trying to get at you all night through desperate attempts to compliment you although everything that came out of his mouth were disgusting comments about your body. You were beginning to wish you hadn’t worn that tight, little, black dress that was hidden in the back of your closet.

“Fuck… that body of yours is amazing.” A predatory grin was present on his face as he said the hundredth variation of this phrase that night.

Once again, you let him talk at you as you threw back another shot. His words went in one ear and out the other, but it was getting harder to ignore his dirty implications.

This went on about 5 more minutes before you furrowed your brows together and snapped your head towards him. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Your words spat out like venom. Initially he was shocked, but his features quickly contorted into one of disgust.

“Fine. You aren’t even all that anyway.” He got up and grumbled something about you being a “stuck up bitch,” and disappeared into the crowd.

“God, finally,” you thought to yourself as he left. You decided that maybe shots weren’t the best idea after all. You settled for something with far less alcohol and thanked the bartender before taking a sip. A certain warmth was beginning to fill up your body as you nursed your drink throughout the night, and once you finished you were feeling much better than you were when you first arrived. You made your way to the center of the club and maybe it was the alcohol, or the music, or even a mixture of both, but you felt confidence surge through your body and you let your hips sway to the beat.

From where you stood you had a perfect view of Sevika, the object of all your desires. Of course she didn’t know you, hell, she probably had never seen you in her life, but that didn’t stop you from having your fantasies about her. There she was at her usual table, playing cards with fools who knew they didn’t stand a chance against her. You had been staring too hard apparently because her eyes shifted right to you and for just a moment, you held her gaze. Maybe you moved your body a bit more seductively while you had her attention, but that was something you’d never admit. She licked her lips before turning her attention back to her card game and it felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

You were so caught up with her noticing you that at first you hadn’t noticed someone press up against you from behind. You whip your head around in confusion and once you realized who it was you began to panic. The man from earlier wouldn’t take a hint. He held his grip on your hips a bit tighter as you struggled to get away. You elbow one of his arms off of you and rip your body away from the confines of his other one and try to distance yourself from him. There’s not much space between you two though since the club was filled to the brim with sweaty bodies, it was a Saturday night after all.

He was beginning to close in on you and your eyes darted around for anything—anyone to help you out. He had such a malicious grin on his face that you had truly begun to fear for your life. You didn’t want to know what he’d do if he managed to get you in his grasp again.

Somehow Sevika’s gaze flickered to you once more and there was a flash of confusion in her eyes once they met your own fearful ones. She furrowed her brows before slamming her cards on the table, not caring if her hand was revealed or not. She stood up and whistled abruptly, the whole club quieting down almost instantly to look towards her. Her boots were heavy against the floor and it was the only sound that could be heard throughout the whole building. Your eyes widened as you realized she was making her way towards you… little old you.

She placed her mechanical arm on the man’s shoulder and tightened her grip on him. “What are you doing messing with my girl?” Her deep voice rumbled out.

The man in front of you that was so confident and persistent before was looking like he was ready for his soul to leave his body. He slowly turned around to face her, not wanting to aggravate her anymore than she already was. “I-It was just a misunderstanding!” He stumbled over his words like a fool in the presence of the taller woman. “I didn’t know she was your girl.” His voice growing quieter as he spoke. He was beginning to realize he probably wasn’t getting out of this in one piece.

She looks at you and your heart rate picks up tenfold. Her gray eyes meet your own and she silently nods at you as if to say play along. “Was he bothering you, baby?” She speaks up again, cutting the man off just as he was about to speak.

“Mhm…” You hum out in confirmation. You didn’t trust your voice right now, you were sure you’d be a stuttering mess.

The man shoots you a pleading look, but you barely even notice as you hold Sevika’s sharp gaze that only softened when she looked at you. “Well, you heard her. She said you were giving her problems.” Sevika had tightened her grip on his shoulder. By now he was wincing in pain, but didn’t dare say anything about it. “What should I do with you?” She lets go, and for a brief moment he tried to catch his breath, but before he could Sevika landed a harsh blow on his stomach.

A crack rang out through the club and he let out an ear piercing scream as he fell to the floor. You covered your mouth with your hands with a gasp and turned to Sevika. Her lips turned upwards in a cocky smile as if this was just another day for her, like he was just a speck of dust in her world. She looked over to him and gripped his hair, lifting his head off the ground. He groaned in pain as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear.

You were barely close enough to make out what she said, but what you heard made your cheeks heat up. “I don’t wanna see your face here ever again. Don’t ever think you’re good enough to touch my baby like that, or any woman for that matter.” She dropped his head with a thud for good measure before muttering, “Get the fuck out.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice because as soon as the words left her mouth, he was scrambling through the doors of the club.

“The fuck are you looking at?” She bellowed at the rest of the club-goers when she noticed everyone still watching the scene in front of them. Once everyone resumed minding their own business, Sevika had turned to you, giving you a concerned look. “You okay? He was pretty persistent.”

“Yeah… ‘M fine.” You look down, not wanting to keep eye contact with her. That didn’t fly with her though, oh no. She used her flesh hand to grip your chin and gently tilted your head up.

“Good. I wouldn’t want a pretty girl like you feeling all down.” God, she was so attractive you thought you might pass out. “Whaddya say we go somewhere a little more private?” Her deep voice sends butterflies straight in between your thighs.

“Yes!” You reply a little bit too eagerly and she chuckles. She places her organic hand on the small of your back and guided you to the back of the club and into a private room. You assumed she had taken plenty of girls back there before, but thoughts like that would only make you jealous so you wiped them away from your pretty little mind. The click of a lock brought you back to reality and only then did it really set in that you were alone with Sevika.

The room was a decent size with a nice big couch that filled up the space. Under the dim lights you could see her making her way to sit right in the middle of the couch before patting her spread legs as if she were saying, “Come.” Your brain was short-circuiting but somehow you managed to make it to her lap. The short dress you wore didn’t do you any favors as both of your legs draped over either side of her lap. It rode up instantly, exposing those little panties you wore just in case you got lucky tonight, and you did. Who knew it would be with the woman you fantasized about every time you saw her.

Her hands instantly found purchase on your hips and instantly gave you a firm squeeze, making sure to be a bit more gentle with her mechanical arm. “Shit…” she mumbles out when you whine softly at the sensation of her hands on you. “You’re a needy one aren’t you?” She chuckled at the pathetic look on your face. She had barely done anything and you were already incredibly worked up.

“Don’t tease me, Sevika. Please.” You were sure she could feel how wet you were, as you moved your hips against hers.

She faux contemplated for a moment before deciding teasing you would be useless for both parties. You were a needy mess and all she wanted to do was make you cum. In an instant your panties were shoved to the side and one of her thick fingers slid into you with no resistance.

“Oh God…” You whine out, your head falling against her shoulder as she pumped her finger in and out at a steady pace.

“Baby, I wanna see your face when I fuck you.” She slid another finger into you with ease and grasped your face with her mechanical hand. Your cheeks heated up at the lewd squelch of her fingers inside of you and you bit your lip to suppress a particularly loud moan.

Apparently nothing could escape the other woman’s watchful gaze because without warning she added a third finger into your velvety walls. The obscene noise that was just waiting to leave your lips slid out like honey and Sevika felt like she was in heaven. Your moans were like an angelic choir to her and she would do anything just to hear you even more.

A string of filthy whimpers left your mouth and Sevika couldn’t take her eyes off of your glossy, plump lips. Just a moment ago she wanted to keep hearing your sinful sighs of pleasure, but the sight of your lips made her hungry for a kiss.

In the heat of the moment she removed her hand away from your face and to the back of your head before pulling you in for a messy kiss. She slipped her tongue into your mouth and she swallowed up every little moan that tried to escape. You felt yourself clenching around your fingers and you parted from her with a gasp.

“I’m close, please.” You knew you sounded pathetic, but at this point you didn’t even care as long as you got off. It’s not your fault Sevika was so skilled, she’d probably done this a hundred times.

“I know baby, I know.” Her husky voice whispered into your neck.

Her voice did wonders for you and just moments later you were cumming all over her flesh hand. She slowed her pace ever so slightly so you could comfortably ride out your orgasm before finally removing her hand from between your thighs. You panted slightly as she placed a digit in her mouth, licking it clean.

You smacked her shoulder softly, “Don’t do that!” She smiled at your antics before doing it again to spite you. “Fuck, you taste good sweetheart. You mind if I get another taste?” She doesn’t wait for an answer before hoisting you off of her lap and instead on to the couch. As your back hits the sofa your legs fall open naturally for her to slot herself in between.

“These are in the way.” She grumbles before sliding your panties off and flinging them off haphazardly. She gave you no time to adjust to anything and instead gave your weeping pussy what it wanted. Her lips attach to your clit almost instantly and your thighs rest against the sides of her head as she flattens her tongue against you.

You were still sensitive from your first orgasm, so her mouth on you made you begin to feel overstimulated in the best way possible. Her tongue teased your entrance before dipping all the way in. The thick muscle reached the deepest parts of you and you were beginning to think the only words you knew were combinations of “Oh Sevika!” and “So fucking good!” because that’s all you could stutter out as she ate you out.

She hummed against you and the vibrations against your cunt only pushed you towards your second orgasm of the night. She was drunk on the taste of you, and as she lapped at your clit you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Your back arched off the bed and your fingers tugged at her hair as you came for the second time. She didn’t stop though, she locked her arms around your thighs and savored everything you had to offer her until you were whining for her to stop. Reluctantly she pulled away and instead trailed soft kissed up your stomach as you caught your breath.

“Look at you, all fucked out, looking dumb and pretty.” She cooed as your eyes fluttered open to meet hers again. All you could do was hum in confirmation, not a single thought except for Sevika in your head. Eventually she had to get up and clean the both of you up from your intimacy. She used a wet washcloth to clean her mouth up and ran it gently in between your thighs.

“You okay to stand?” You nod as she lends you her arm to help you up. Your legs wobbled slightly just like a deer walking for the first time, “I guess I’ll just have to cling to you the whole night.” You grin mischievously.

“Who said you were staying with me tonight?” She had no ill intent though, she knew she wanted you by her side. “Well I doubt you’ll find someone else like me at the Last Drop.” You huff.

“Kidding, sweetheart.” Sevika gives you a pat on your hip. That’s when you remember you need to put yourself back together and make yourself presentable once more. “Where’d you throw my panties?” Your eyes darted around the room to try to find them, but you’re unsuccessful.

That shit-eating grin was back on her face in no time because she reached into her pocket and dangled them right in your face. You try to snatch them back from her, but she was quicker. “I think I’ll keep them.” She chuckles before stuffing them back in her pocket. Your cheeks were bright pink as you tried to argue with her. Your protests fell against deaf ears though because all she did was guide you back out into the club.

“C’mon, I got poker games to win.” She stared down at you and a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “You can be my good luck charm.” Any protests die on your lips the moment she looked down at you like that. Who were you to deny her the luck she totally needed? (Shejust wanted you on her lap the whole night.)

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beyond the breaking point (sevika x fem!reader)

Sevika has already shattered you, but that's not enough. She pulls you back from the brink, reigniting the fire in your veins and dragging you beyond your limits. Again.

cw: facesitting, rough oral sex (reader giving), fingering (reader receiving), overstimulation, light bondage (prosthetic restraint), explicit sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, light degradation. 18+ only!!!

Your body sinks into the mattress like molten metal fresh from the forge; every nerve and fiber sings with the echoes of the raw force Sevika has unleashed on you. Heat lingers between your splayed thighs, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. Sticky sweat coats and cools your humming skin, burning in patches where the memory of her grip still dwells.

You can't move a muscle, not even your eyelids. Your limbs refuse to cooperate as if your very bones had been unraveled and reassembled in Sevika’s hands, pulsing with exhaustion and ecstasy as your chest rises and falls in shallow, trembling gasps. The air you pump into your lungs is rich with the taste of cold cigar smoke and hot arousal.

Somewhere above you, Sevika’s low chuckle cuts through the haze, clouding your mind with thoughts too soft to grasp. "You're still alive down there?” A smirk softens the sharp steel of her voice. You don't need to see the smile to tell it's colored with the same filthy pride you picture twinkling in her eyes as she feasts them on your exposed and drained body.

The corners of your mouth twitch, but a breathless scoff, something between a grunt and a laugh, is all your mouth bothers to utter.

"I'll take that as a yes."

She moves—her weight and presence retreat from you like the passing tide from the shore. Your lashes flutter open, catching her movement as it drags your gaze like gravity.

Her hands reach for the harness weaving around her hips and thighs, unfastening the buckles with quick fingers. You hear the leather sighing a creak, and the metal of the hooks cling before the thick strap drops to the floor with a dull thud. Your eyes catch on the glistening mess your release left on the dildo’s surface, before Sevika shifts again, drawing your gaze upward.

“You look so messy and helpless,” she mutters in a smokey rasp that sends another shiver coursing down your spine. “I like that.”

Her gaze sweeps over you as she stretches, her powerful frame illuminated by the dim fog of amber seeping through the stained window. The sharp definition of her muscles streams along her arms, chest, and abdomen as she rolls her shoulders and tilts her head from side to side until her neck cracks. Her smooth brown skin glistens with sweat, accentuating the elaborate map of scars etched across her body—each one a silent witness to a life lived on the razor’s edge— gleaming with a muted glint of silvery blue and pale violet. It throbs lazily as though Sevika’s flesh remembers the contributions of alchemy that forged her.

The exposed mechanisms of the joints in her prosthetic arm catch your eyes as they spin in precise synchrony, every stir escorted by the soft whirr of energy cores glowing beneath the surface. A faint glow emanates through the joints, pulsing in time with her movements through the veins and tendrils of Zaunite tech woven into the sleek, matte metal and making the coils glisten. Smooth plating curves like armor over her forearm, its deep gunmetal finish marred by scratches, dents, and grooves. When she clenches her fist to stretch, the fingers curl with a hypnotic grace.

Sevika’s lips curl into a smirk as she notices your wandering gaze. “Enjoying the view?” she whispers, the words rolling from her tongue.

You swallow hard, your throat dry and hoarse from the screams she had coaxed—and demanded—from you, “Always,” you rasp, the word catching on the dry ache in your throat.

The answer earns you a low chuckle, rich and indulgent like she’s savoring the effect she has on you. Without breaking eye contact, she crawls over you, her knees bracketing your hips as she leans down. Her weight descends on you like the final blow of a hammer on an anvil, pressing you deeper.

Her muscles ripple as she moves, the edges of her prosthetic arm catching the dim light. The soft hum of its mechanisms syncs with her heavy breaths, rhythmic and commanding.

Her hands find yours—calloused skin on one side, cool metal on the other—and seize your wrists, setting every nerve alight.

Her prosthetic arm adjusts with a faint, mechanical whirr. It seals your wrists together, stretching your arms above your head. The metal rests firm against your pulse points, its energy coursing into your veins, electric and intoxicating.

“Perfect,” she mutters. “Show two fingers if it’s too much.”

Your hands clench into fists without missing a beat; she laughs, the vibrations rumbling through her chest.

“That’s my girl.”

She leans down. Her mouth claims yours, the press of her lips igniting a fire that burns through the exhaustion. You taste your own juices in her saliva—hidden behind the sultry caramel of cigars and sharp liquor—as her tongue meets yours, insistent and consuming. You suck on her bottom lip, arching into her body. Both of you moan, gasping for air as her body surges against yours, overwhelming and unrelenting.

Her free hand trails along your temple and jaw, following the line of your throat and across your collarbone.

Her fingers trace your skin—announcing every inch as hers. The calluses catch against the curve of your breast, lingering just long enough to leave your nerves aching for more. Her lips break from yours, breath fanning over you in shallow bursts as her gaze locks on her hand, squeezing your tit.

“Fuck!” you gust.

“You’re too damn addictive,” Her thumb brushes your nipple, light, and teasing, and the sound it compels from you is somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

She smirks, her fingers closing around your tit again—her grip firm and reassuring. The prosthetic hums faintly against your wrists, the glow pulsing in rhythm with the heat pooling in your belly, every adjustment of the metal sending sparks racing through your blood.

Her lips find your chest, hot and determined, as she trails open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your neck, following the path her fingers traced. She pauses, her breath ghosting over your skin, the heat of her presence teasing the hollow of your throat before she moves lower.

The soft scrape of her teeth grazes the swell of your breast—a sharp inhale cuts through your lungs.

Her tongue flicks over your nipple, a warm, wet stroke that ignites a new fire in your veins. You arch instinctively, your body offering itself to her, and Sevika takes the invitation without hesitation. Her mouth latches onto you, tongue circling, lips pulling, her suction strong enough to draw a sharp cry from your lips.

You writhe, wrists straining against her unyielding grip.

“Still got some fight in you, I see,” she murmurs, nibbling your nipple just enough to tease, to torment. She doesn’t bite, but the heat of her mouth is unbearable, stoking the embers she’s fanning back to life. “Go on, baby. Talk back. Amuse me.”

"Fight in me?" you gasp, the words ripping free between shallow breaths, edged with the fire she stirs, even when you're spent, wrecked, and pinned beneath her. "I could take you if I wanted."

Your words draw a sharp, delighted laugh. "You can’t even move right now. But go ahead—show me what you've got."

The hand at your breast tightens, her thumb flicking your nipple with maddening precision, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. You push into her, straining against the metal grip that keeps your wrists locked in place.

“I don’t need to move to get under your skin,” you bite out, a grin curling your lips even as your breath hitches. “You’ll come undone the second I scream your name.”

The spark of desire in Sevika’s eyes darkens, her pupils dilating. “You can scream all you want. Into my cunt when I ride your face.”

Sevika follows through before you can process her words.

Her scent hits you first—heady, musky, and raw. It fills your lungs, sharp and electric, igniting every nerve as her hips rise, hovering just over your face. The previous surge of defiance dissolves; anticipation coils in your gut, tightening with every torturous second she keeps you waiting.

The thick curls at her mound glisten, unapologetic, as she lowers herself slowly, torturously. You don’t think; you move, tilting your chin up, your tongue reaching instinctively, desperately.

“Not so fast,” she breathes, her voice dark silk. The glow from her arm reflects in her eyes—brilliant streaks of violet dancing in her pupils as she dares you. “Open wide. Let me see how hungry you are.”

You comply, your lips parting with a low, pleading moan, your tongue flicking out to taste the salty tang of her arousal. Her grip shifts, the cool, hard fingers of her prosthetic pressing harder against your pulse, reminding you that you are where you belong. Her free hand tangles behind your head, holding you where she wants you as she lowers herself the rest of the way.

The first press of her heat against your mouth is a command, not an appeal. Your tongue works feverishly, seeking every ridge, every fold, lapping at the slick evidence of her pleasure. Sevika groans above you, low and guttural, her hips grinding against your face with a rhythm that grows more erratic with every stroke of your tongue.

“That’s it,” she groans. The sound of her ragged breaths fills you with filthy pride. “Keep going. Don’t you dare stop.”

Her thighs clench around your head, her weight grounding you, her heat consuming you, leaving no room for anything but her. You moan into her, the vibrations drawing a shudder from her frame.

She releases your hair, reaching behind her, her rough fingertips snake down your body to your swollen, throbbing clit. And her name, you scream! Her cunt swallows the sound. Just like she prefigured.

Her fingers circle the sensitive bud with maddening precision and pressure. The sensation wracks through you, your hips bucking against her hand, even as you strain upward, desperate to please her.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” she murmurs, her words broken by gasps as she fucks herself on your tongue. “Such a filthy little slut... taking everything I give you.” Her fingers dip into your soaked folds, curling inside you with a possessive hunger. “I won’t stop until I’m dripping all over your face.”

Your muffled cries, your hands twitching against her hold, only spur her on. Your body screams at you to move, to do something, anything, but Sevika keeps you firmly in place. The weight of her presence—literal and figurative—pressing into every corner of your being. The overwhelming sensation, the taste of her, the sound of her moans, the relentless motion of her fingers pumping inside you—it’s too much and not enough.

Sevika’s movements grow erratic, her breaths coming in sharp gasps. Her hips grind harder against your mouth, her thighs quivering as she chases her release.

The tension in her body snaps, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her thighs clamp around your head as she grinds through her orgasm, her juices soaking you, her cries echoing like a crescendo. She doesn’t let up, her fingers still moving inside you, dragging you along until your body arches beneath her, your climax tearing through you in surges that leave you breathless, burning, and limp.

Sevika collapses next to you, releasing you from her grip and catching her breath.

You both lie there gasping before she props herself up on the prosthetic elbow, trailing the fingers of her free hand across your doused face.

“Look at you,” she purrs, her voice soft and full of pride as she rakes her gaze over your body, wrecked by her for the second time tonight. Her hand lingers on your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip while you breathe through parted lips, eyes fluttering shut again. “Such a beautiful mess.”

Thank you for reading 'til the end! Sevika’s character has me utterly at her mercy, and I cope by making it a collective problem—especially for my fellow sapphics. I hope you enjoy this piece! Reblogs are encouraged and met with as much gratitude as comments and feedback (you probably make my day). I’d love to hear what you think—I'm curious!

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