#dom reader sub sevika obviously

[imsofreakingtired]

nobody asked for an fbi agent!Sevika x assassin!reader au fic but this one line of dialogue has been eating into my brain this tortured wednesday afternoon

(enemies to lovers 400k words slow burn hurt comfort angst with a dollop of smut say whaaaat??)

[xervn]

melatonin | 2

two-shot | enemies to fuckers sevika x reader

pt. 1

ao3 link

summary: the aftermath.

18+ MDNI | 3.5k words | tags; canon divergence, sevika is a little mean, reader is a brat, angst?, very light sub/dom, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, porn w/ plot-ish, no use of y/n

i rewrote this so many times, but here we are... mama i made it..

It’s not what you were expecting. It’s not how you saw things moving forward—not at all. 

Anyone would agree that you two shared a passionate night. Sevika fucked the insomnia out of you. 

So how’d she manage to make you hate her more?

When you woke up, Sevika was on her side of the room, adjusting her deep red poncho. She noticed you were awake and went straight to barking orders at you and proceeded with her thousandth attempt to get you to follow her schedule, which never worked.

It was as if last night didn't happen, and it was all a lucid, raunchy dream with deep moans you could still replay in your head. However, you woke up missing more clothes than you remembered taking off, so you knew that wasn't the case.

You decided to pass her crankiness off as stress, since it was a big day and all, but she only seemed crankier after the meeting. 

Don’t be fooled; you aced it. Your negotiating skills have always been top tier, and you’re incredibly personable, especially with good sleep on your side. You were so buddy-buddy with the Bilgewater traders, they invited you to their pub that night for drinks and karaoke. Exactly your style, a fun offer, but you declined. Declined because you were positive Sevika was going to give you congratulatory sex. Wrong. She gave you nothing but pure silence. 

You can hear hints of humor or sarcasm weaved into words, but you can’t hear any of that in silence. Was she mad at you? Jealous of you? Annoyed by you? 

It reminded you of when you first met Sevika, a time when you tried super hard to impress her, but everything you did ticked her off. You were so good at making friends with clients; total strangers, but not Sevika, even after months of trying. It hurt especially more since you had a massive crush—one everyone but her knew about; Ran still teases you about it from time to time. 

When you think back on it, you’re embarrassed. It shouldn’t have taken you a year to finally get on her case about it, but when you did, there was less judgmental silence and more words. Not the nicest words, but at least it created a semblance of balance—honesty that wasn’t outweighed by one-sided affection. But after that meeting, it was like it all reverted to square one. Silence and one-sided affection. 

That triggered you. 

So, what was it that you were expecting? Marriage? A gold medal? 

No, it was something much simpler. Kindness. The smallest amount of chivalry would’ve made you swoon, but she didn’t give you any. She continued to be the dickhead you were used to, and what did you do? 

You continued to be the dickhead she was used to, obviously. Amplified it even. There’s no such thing as being the bigger person in your dictionary. Not for this. If there’s anything you were bigger at, it was being a bigger cunt. If she was going low, you were going lower—and you stuck to it.

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Days after the trip, you still haven’t talked to Sevika out of solidarity with yourself. Nothing but surface-level words have been exchanged between you two since that day. No witty remarks, no unnecessary teasing, no fruitless arguments. 

To be fair, there’s nothing you want to talk about. You’re too upset and ashamed. At the time, you couldn’t even discard the little dignity you had left to ask her to “help” you one last time because she factory reset you, and you slept like a baby all night. 

That is until now. Sevika’s magic has worn off, and you’re falling back into your regular routine of staying up late and getting wasted so you don’t have to watch the sunrise for a third time in a row. It wouldn’t be such a bother if you weren’t thinking about her every single night. 

Or during the day when someone says her name and the hairs on your arms stick up. Or when she’s a glance away and your body starts to think you're in a sauna. 

It was undeniable; you still have a crush. As obnoxious as the day it blossomed. You hate it. You should be hating her now more than ever, but your heart is fucking you over, and you’re sleep-deprived and pent up on top of it.

You’ve found yourself fantasizing about and craving a woman that has most likely moved on. It’s pathetic, and it shows you have no backbone, meaning it’s only a matter of time before you do something you will regret forever. 

You couldn’t back down, not after your dramatic promise to yourself that you weren’t going to let her play you again. 

Thankfully, fate graced you with an opportunity to redeem yourself. Silco put you on another short trip back to the port city, and he assigned Sevika to accompany you—expecting her to, since he didn’t bother to call her to his office because of how often you work together.

That meant the ball was in your court, so you did something neither you nor Sevika had ever had the guts to do.

You protested. 

Well, you lied. You told him that Sevika didn’t want to work with you anymore and that it’d be better for you to go with someone else. It’s probably not far from the truth anyway, but honestly, you thought he’d give you a speech about life or ask you to tell her to get over it. Maybe even a ‘fuck off,’ but instead he said, “Very well,” and shooed you out of his office. 

So now you’re at a loss because you didn’t think that far ahead. You didn’t really give it much thought at all and figured, realistically, both of you should be happy in the end. You knew it meant you’d see Sevika less, but you managed to convince yourself you were fine with it; that it was for the best.

“It’s probably the best decision I’ve ever made,” you tell Ran, who’s fiddling with the straw in their drink as they listen to you talk. Laughter, drinks clinking, and jukebox music makes for good background noise. “I’m just shocked, y’know? If I knew he’d accept it so quickly, I would’ve asked earlier.” You laugh half-heartedly. 

Ran twirls around the straw in their cup. “Didn’t I tell you it was that easy?”

You freeze. “Yes, but…”

“You still wanted to work with her.” They grin, going in for a sip.

“No! I genuinely thought he’d be against it.." You grumble.

“Right, right… Well, it’s good news then. You should be happy. Maybe we’ll be assigned together.”

Your eyes light up at the possibility. “That’d be great! There’s this pub I wanted to go to, but…“ You trail off when the bar goes incredibly quiet. There are a few whispers here and there, some more frantic than the others.

Loud, heavy footsteps pound against the wooden flooring, and you notice the pace picking up as the sound travels closer to you. 

You’re not allowing yourself to get ambushed at a time like this, so you turn, and, great heavens, there’s Sevika. 

Your chest, down to your stomach, twists uncomfortably. You’re surprised to see her, and she looks irritated to see you. Her face is plain, but there’s still a prominent frown on her lips.. 

“You.” 

You look around, pretending you’re not sure who she targeted that towards. By now, the bar has resumed its chatter, but Ran has moved three seats down. They give you a little finger wave before turning to the bartender. 

You slowly look up at Sevika, pointing to yourself, “Me?” You question jokingly.

“Get up; let’s go.” She gestures for you to start moving.

You laugh sarcastically, turning away from her on your stool. “Fuck off.” 

A large hand lands on your bicep and pulls. You stagger backwards and onto your feet before you fall over. “What the f—? Let go of me!” 

Sevika says nothing and makes her way to the back of the building, forcing you to walk haphazardly through chairs and tables. Your face warms and contorts in embarrassment, given you’re being dragged to who knows where like you’re a misbehaving toddler. 

You begrudgingly follow along, not that you had much of a choice, and she stops in front of a supply closet. 

“Open it.” She commands monotonously.

You don’t know why, but you do it; you open it. You don’t even question it, and you deserve it when she shoves you in there. 

Her mechanical arm whirs as you stumble in, and it makes a short appearance to slam the door behind herself. Then everything turns blurry in a flash, and your back is suddenly hitting the door. 

“What did you do?” She asks through her teeth.

You try to yank your arm free, but she doesn’t budge. “What did I do? Why are you so angry? Can you fucking let me go?!”

“What did you tell Silco?”

Your heart drops, and your expression must’ve shown it because Sevika groans. You interject, “I told him what you couldn’t.”

“And what is that?”

“You don’t want to work with me.”

Sevika looks at the ceiling for strength, shutting her eyes. She takes a deep breath in. “When did I ever say that?” 

“You don’t have to; I can read it off you.” 

Sevika’s eyes suddenly meet yours, and you flinch. “Yeah? What are you reading now?”

You frantically search, and you stutter, “You’re—you’re pissed?”

“Yes, I’m fucking pissed, Einstein. Did I ask you to make decisions for me?” 

God, you have no idea why she’s so mad about it. Your breathing is picking up, and you don’t know if it’s because of conflict or the fact she hasn’t been this close to you in what feels like ages. “No, but you can stop acting like you’ve never wanted to.” 

“Why do you care? If I wanted to, I would.” She states.

“Sure. You must’ve loved working with Jinx then, huh?”

Sevika looks away to sigh loudly. “That’s not the same thing.” 

“Isn’t it? You don’t like me either—“

“What is your problem? Why don’t you just admit that it’s you who doesn’t want to work with me? It’s you who doesn’t like me.” She spits. Her jaw clenches as she calms down. “I’m ‘difficult’ now because of you. I’d like one day—one week—without Silco complaining when I’m doing my best.” She sighs.

Your mind goes blank. “I’m—I didn’t know he’d say that… He seemed okay with it, and I didn’t know you’d be upset.” You utter, completely guilt-ridden.

“I swear—you only think about yourself. Fuck everyone else living, right?”

“What? No, I didn’t…”

“Didn’t think? Do you think?” She exasperates.

It works, and you huff. “I thought you would be jumping for joy. Why aren’t you fucking ecstatic?” You ask angrily.

“Nothing about this is good for me. Or you. Unless you think Dustin can protect you.” She scoffs.

“Dustin? Well… well…” You didn’t think about that. 

You abandon the sentence. “You can be mad, but not this mad. I should be this mad. We did things together. Things you don’t try to forget about, and that’s what you—looked like you did.” You say, correcting yourself because you’ve learned your lesson from assuming things. 

Sevika looks heavily perplexed. “You’re the one who stopped talking to me.”

“No, actually, you are. Not to mention your first words to me the morning after we fucked were, ‘You have twenty minutes.’”

“You had twenty minutes. Did you want a ‘good morning, baby’ first?” She scoffs, shaking her head.

Your stomach does a somersault. “I don’t know.” 

Sevika pauses, making what feels like judgy eye contact with you. “You don’t know?”

“I don’t know, but I do know that you acted like nothing happened and went straight to being bossy.”

“Huh. I thought you liked that.” She replies, and there’s something in the way she said it that makes your legs falter.

“When did I ever—“ The air changed, you notice. “When did I ever like that…?” 

Sevika studies your face for a few seconds. The silence is unnerving. It’s like time slowed, because you have no idea when she’ll speak or what she’ll say. “Somewhere between you moaning my name and cumming on my fingers.” She bluntly states.

You choke on your spit, coughing. There were a million different ways that could’ve gone. Most of them sounded like that, but it still caught you off guard.

“What? You said I forgot about it. I’m trying to jog up my memory,” she teases.

You frown, but it comes off as endearing, so much so it makes Sevika awe. “Don’t you want me to remember? I’m remembering.”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant you acted no different from the day before, and you never, y’know, came to me again after that either.” 

Then regret starts rushing in. You used to curse your friends out when they got back with their shitty situationships. You know what it feels like now. You can’t believe you alluded to sex, let alone wanting it at a time like this, but she did it first, to be fair.

You two stare at each other for several beats. 

“Came to you?” A smile begins to form on Sevika’s lips.

You shake your head, as unconcerned as you can make it. “Shut up. Forget I said anything.“

Her head tilts slightly. She looks you up and down. “I don’t think I will.” 

You exhale loudly, "I'm so serious."

"No, really, tell me what you meant by that. "

"You know exactly what I meant."

She perks an eyebrow at you, and you roll your eyes in response. She huffs out a laugh.

Sevika swivels you around so you’re facing the door, so fast you have to catch yourself with both hands so you don’t face-plant into it. "What are you—!"

Her flesh hand slides across your waist, and then she suddenly jerks you towards her, making you bend over just enough for you to poke out.

In contrast to how she was manhandling you before, she slowly presses herself against your ass but makes sure to hold her place firmly, like she was planning on leaving a print there, rolling her hips into you as if she doesn’t wanna miss a spot. 

Leaning over you, she whispers, “This is what you wanted, right?” So close to your ear, you can feel her words brushing against it. Your whole body shudders, and all your sexual frustration starts to unravel.

You peer back at her with a glare that’s too clouded with lust to be intimidating. “You’re so full of yourself.” 

“You love it,” She replies, so surely, because you haven’t noticed how desperately you’ve been backing into her, chasing the sliver of friction she gave you a moment ago. She drifts her hand towards your front, and between the legs you immediately begin parting for her. "But I could stop..."

"Don't." You interrupt. You don't have to see her to know she's got on an egotistical grin.

Four fingers feel down your covered cunt, then back up, lingering at your clit with purpose. Your thighs threaten to close around Sevika’s hand, and you pathetically whine out her name. 

She hums questioningly, knowing she wasn’t getting an answer from you. She finds the waistband of your pants, shoving her hand underneath, panties and all. The warm heat and slickness of your wetness meet her palm. “You really love it.”

You inhale sharply, placing your forehead against the door. “ I hate you...”

She laughs darkly, and her fingers part meticulously over your folds, massaging your clit between her fingers. “Is that what we’re doing? I 'hate' you too,” she says, “I’ll show you.”

You moan at that, and Sevika harmonizes. You don’t feel an ounce of shame. All your self-respect left when you opened the door. “Please.” 

Sevika's finger presses against your entrance teasingly. It doesn’t take much longer before she slides two fingers in you; her middle and ring, and scissors them in you so you adjust to the size of them properly. You groan, muffling yourself into the back of your hand. The heel of her palm is so close, yet so far from your clit, and you still need it there. 

It was as if she read your mind. Sevika brings her hand closer, and her fingers curl in you as a result. They slowly straighten out, then curl again, straighten out, curl in, and now she’s restlessly fucking her fingers into you while you needily hump into the palm of her big, scarred hand. All that movement makes it messy, but messy feels so good. 

So much heavy breathing and pitchy whines. You’re trying your hardest not to make noise, but all your best attempts are strained and guttural. It drives Sevika insane. They’re better than she remembered. “Stop trying. Let them hear how much you hate me.” She murmurs against you.

You lightly shake your head, refusing to do something so mortifying yet so fucking hot—in theory. Until cold metal fingers appear under your jaw. “C’mon, baby, please?” She coos.

There’s the first crack in your metaphorical dam. Your legs start wobbling. “Fuck—I h—hate you.” You pant out, not entirely because she asked you to; you were a little upset with how well she threw that pet name in there. 

It makes her chuckle. “You said I never ’came to you,’ but I’ll tell you a little secret,” she says, breath staggering from her constant movement, “I came to the thought of your fucked-out face last night,” she confesses. You sob out her name, and she soothes it with a full kiss on your cheek; so unexpected, you can feel your heart lurch forward. “And the day before, and the day before that, and—you get it, yeah? I couldn’t forget you if I tried.”  

You’re getting closer; pussy tensing, and your heart is racing. So much to process in such little time. “… I missed you.” You breathlessly whisper. You missed her tangents, her nagging, and the dumb fucking arguments. You missed her; it was true, and you admitted it to her before you admitted it to yourself.

“Did you?” She asks softly. You can tell she’s really wondering. Her fingers still haven’t slowed down a bit, however.

“Mhmm—shit—wait.” You’re on the brink of undoing, and you don’t know if you can speak any further.

Sevika presses herself closer to you. “Tell me one more time.” She gruffly demands, like it was a need. It may as well be.

Your anticipated orgasm fills up to the brim; your eyes press shut. “I m—I missed you so,” you come; your moans are barely controllable, and your hips are stuttering against her hand, “s—ugh—much, Sev...”

Sevika’s mech hand turns your face towards her, and your heavy eyes momentarily widen when her lips meet yours in a fervent kiss. She removes her fingers from you, and when you cry at the loss, she slides her tongue across yours—that shuts you up real quick. She leaves her hand there, just so you can grind out your orgasm a little longer. 

Sevika stopped letting her brain control her; she wasn't going to let it get in the way of this. She's been dreaming about kissing you since she realized it was an option.

You didn’t know how badly you needed to kiss her. You weren’t sure you’d ever, but with how perfectly her lips feel on yours, this can’t be the last time. You really hope it’s not the last time.

But you pull away. “What is this...?” You ask shakily, trying to catch your breath.

Sevika’s eyes keep flickering to your kiss swollen lips, clearly drunk on them; she doesn’t understand what you’re saying yet. “What’s what?”

“This. What are we doing? Is it just—just sex like you said it was?”

Sevika zones back in, and there’s a lump in her throat. She can’t say she never said that, because she did. She swallows hard, retracting her hand from between your thighs, and gently turns you around so you’re facing her. 

She says your name, “It has never been ‘just sex.’ It would never be that with you.”

You try to assess the validity of that, staring at her doubtingly. “You ignored me the entire day after.” You mention.

Sevika’s face warms up, and she looks to the side. “I got jealous.”

Your brows furrow. “Of what?”

“You were so friendly with those Bilgewater folks, and it pissed me off,” she grumbles. “Then I got frustrated with myself, because I’m the reason you hate me. At the time, it made sense to go back to how it was before,” she exhales sadly, “I’m sorry.”

You awkwardly play with your hands. Sevika frowns, hoping you say something soon. “The reason why I stopped talking to you wasn’t because I hate you; I thought you did, so I... I don't know what to say other than I’m incredibly petty and childish. I’m sorry—and I shouldn’t have said anything to Silco either.” 

“I wouldn’t let you go without me anyways.” She looks so serious when she says that, but you can’t help but giggle. It’s going to take a while for you guys to get through all your apologies properly, but this is a good start.

“I do prefer you, so...” You add, smiling up at her coyly.

She has a grin—the big win kind—and you gravitate towards her for a kiss, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. It’s much gentler and warmer than the first time. You’re sure there’ll be more where that came from. 

—

“Ran, hey.” You take a seat by them, wanting to wrap things up before you go. Quickly too, since Sevika is waiting.

“Hey,” they reply, eyeing you oddly, “I went to check on you earlier; make sure Sevika wasn’t dismembering you or something, but it sounded super scary in there, like you really hated her, so I ran away…” They pretend to cower in fear before sputtering out a laugh.

“Alright then. Goodnight.” You silently get up and start walking out. Ran’s laughter doubles.

[doiliedaze]

All Night Long

Warnings: high sex, eating out (sev receiving), orgasm denial, soft dom! Sevika, sub! Reader

Genre: smut

A/N: obviously I’ve been having Sevika brainrot but I want to write a softer Sevika so here you guys go hope you enjoy it…I also have been thinking about eating her out so that’s what really fueled this lol. Reader has braids in this, you can imagine any style or length!!

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You only get high with Sevika, it’s the best experience! You’re cozy in the bed with pre-rolled blunts. She got rose petal papers like you asked, your argument that it makes it more smokeable!

Needing to be close to you, Sevika wrapped herself around you and lit the blunt for you both. “Please remember don’t let the blunt tunnel!” She sighs. “Shush and gimme” you say with a big smile.

You place your glossed lips on the blunt and inhale. Your not new to blunts but you suck on the inhale so you prefer edibles.

Wanting to be a tease you lean your head up and blow the smoke in her face causing a small smile showing off her gap teeth.

The blunt was passed and movies were watched. You press your back into her chest and play with her fingers. Your minds are hazy and you can feel her relax against you. “Vika?”

“Mhm” she rubs her face against yours and squeezes you.

“Lay back for me please”

“Yes ma’am” she says slyly

Your tummy tightens just hearing those words.

She lays back for you and pulls you onto her hips. “Strip” you said in unison and laugh. You place your forehead against hers and whisper an I love you.

Her soft lips reach yours and slowly the giggles turn into moans.

Your fingers rub on the outside of her boxers feeling a wet spot. “Already?”

“Shut up” she snorts then moans as you bite her neck.

Your kisses trail down her body and you kiss her happy trail. She ties your braids back so they’d be out your way. “Thank you lovely.” You say with a smile as you pull down her boxers and attach your mouth to her clit.

As you lick and such on her clit you push two fingers inside her fat cunt slowly pumping in and out.

“Look at me baby” she says shakily.

You do as you continue your movements. Sevika caresses your face. “My girl is so beautiful- fuck.” She moans closing her eyes as you bite at her clit then kiss it. Her pussy is dripping in arousal and already swollen.

She starts to grind against your face wanting friction. “Stop for a second.” Sevika says catching her breath. Her pussy is pretty sensitive and the weed wasn’t helping so her thighs were already shaking.

Sevika guides you to lay down and she sits on your face. You grip her toned thighs clawing at them a little as she lowers her cunt.

She presses down to make sure your slightly suffocated, “fuck such a good girl f’me” she slurs as her hips bounce back and forth.

Your mouth was engulfed by her pussy your tongue was thrusting as much as it could. Your main goal is to please her the best way you can and if that means she rides your face all night long so be it.

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A/N: one more fic then I’ll give y’all a break from my constant posting lol

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven

(Dividers- @dollywons)

[rishofkf]

nicknames arcane women would give reader❤️.

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feat: Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika

VERY VERY slight nsfw under the cut !

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Vi:

BIG baby, love, and honey person

she WILL be using those cliche nicknames.

also anything food like ?

cupcake, honeybun, sugar.

if she's in a good mood she'll start reaching further into the food category.

"what's up my ding dong?" "hello jell-o I'm homeee" etc...

in bed tho... that's a different story...

she wants to leave all the roughness of her life OUTSIDE of your guy's bedroom life.

WILL praise the living hell out of you.

Good girl, princess.

Caitlyn:

also very sweet with them, but also will only keep the nicknames to herself.

she will only ever call you something other than your name when you're at home just the two of you.

beautiful, princess, sweetheart, darling.

if you guys are in public she MIGHT release an occasional 'babe' and 'darling' but that's a BIG if.

in bed she will be saying ANYTHING to get your attention, domming or subbing, doesn't matter.

if you want to be called mommy, she'll call you mommy 🤷🏽‍♀️

Jinx:

obviously will be calling you the basic affectionate names she calls everybody.

but there's these special ones she only ever calls you.

and like Caitlyn, she'll only ever really do it when you're alone.

babe, love bug, sweetie.

will probably NEVER say your full name.

EXCEPT in bed.

your name will be the only thing on that girl's mind while y'all are doing it.

Sevika:

similar to Caitlyn and Jinx, she'll only ever call you names in the privacy of your company

she's slightly rude with them though? like without being intentional.

brat, (if you're short) shortie, pound cake.

all with no harmful intentions.

in bed she's completely sweet with them.

VERY lovey dovey.

love, sweetie, Mami.

chat... Mami is on a regular basis okay.

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[abitohoney]

Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)

Chapter 2 of 5 - I Wanna Know What It’s Like AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here.

You’d like to think that after your unfortunate incident - that almost huge fuck-up- that you could have controlled yourself better in class going forward. But you did not. Your mid-lecture daydreaming shamelessly continued full force. Though, to give yourself some credit, you did at least keep your mouth and legs shut during your little fantasies.

There was just something about the way Professor Sevika responded to the fact that you were in your last semester. That, and the way she didn’t bring up how you had so blatantly and obviously been ogling her, touching yourself, and even moaned- out loud - at the sight of her. It all just had you wondering- what if she was interested too?

A new problem arose though; how to get her alone again, and for long enough to make any sort of headway. She taught another class not more than 10 minutes after yours, and always seemed entirely too busy- brows furrowed in concentration as she held her red pen like a knife and bled all over the papers she graded. All of them except yours, of course. Not one single red mark you’d proudly noticed.

Little did you know, those seemingly torturous papers would actually end up being the key.

“I’m in need of a teacher’s assistant for one of my lower level courses, so anyone interested in the position can come see me here when my last class ends tonight at 8PM.”

The way your eyes had lit up at that perfect opportunity, there was no denying you’d be offering yourself up for it. Only issue was, would you have the courage to show up and ask for it?

As it turned out, you were able to muster the courage. Liquid courage that is.

So that night you strode down the dark streets that led from your apartment to the campus feeling brave enough to do damn near anything. Unfortunately, you hadn't considered the fact that you may have had a bit too much bravery.

You stumbled into her office, far more inebriated than you were when you'd left your apartment, but also blissfully unaware of just how bad off you were. You may have been walking crooked and stumbling over your own damn feet, but in your mind, you felt you were strolling towards your professor with well-placed confidence and coolness.

Professor Sevika raised her head from the pile of papers sitting on her desk to watch you from over the rim of her glasses. A single brow raised when you did, in fact, trip over your own feet. You caught yourself, but far less graceful than your alcohol-addled mind led you to believe. She certainly noticed though, brows furrowing in concern.

As you staggered over to her desk, a bright- albeit sloppy- smile plastered to your face, she simply gazed up at you with an unreadable expression. The moment you opened your mouth to speak- or more like slur- she removed her glasses and regarded you with open disappointment. 

"I'm here to apply for the missshionary posssishun– I mean I want to be your T'n'A– I mean I’d like the TA posssishun." You finished your nonsensical, should-be-embarrassing, run-on sentence with a flash of pearly white teeth as if you’d just knocked that request right out of the ballpark.

Professor Sevika merely deadpanned, staring up at you with the most unamused expression.

And yet, you took no notice. Simply continued to smile down at her and await her answer.

“Sit. Before you fall down,” she finally stated.

You glanced to your right side and found nothing, then turned and glanced behind you before finally turning to her with a puzzled look.

She nodded toward your left side and sure enough you discovered a chair close enough you could have easily seen it from your periphery if you’d been in better shape. You laughed awkwardly- a rather unladylike snorting sort of laugh- and then took your seat, nearly falling off the edge of it as your aim was wildly off.

She met your gaze with narrowed eyes and asked, “You’ve been drinking haven’t you?”

Was it that obvious?

It most certainly was.

You nodded, sobering up a bit at the sudden realization that you were likely making an absolute fool of yourself in front of your crush– your professor.

Smile now replaced by a somber expression, you watched your professor pinch the bridge of her nose.

Shit.

You royally fucked that up. Disappointed her with your inappropriate and irresponsible behavior. Again. But this time, you know she’s aware of what you’d just said and done.

You quickly tried to come up with an excuse, an apology, anything to undo the damage done. Before you could think of something, she spoke up again, and it was not at all the angry scolding you expected. You’d seen her more than once chew out your fellow classmates for doing something far less idiotic. Yet, for whatever reason, she wasn’t furious with you.

“How did you get here?” she asked calmly, face still hung low as she continued to massage the bridge of her nose.

Her cute nose. So boopable. Kissable. Rideable.

Your thoughts were drifting again and you inwardly scolded yourself. You needed to focus. You needed to listen to what she was saying and think really hard about your responses.

How did you get here?

That’s easy enough.

“I walked.”

She finally raised her head to eye you incredulously. “Well, I’ll be driving you back to your place.” She turned away for a moment to grab something from her bag and handed you a cold bottle of water. “Here. Drink.”

You obediently took the bottle with a murmured, “Thank you,” before chugging down half the bottle.

Professor Sevika turned away again to start packing up her things while you nursed the rest of your water.

“I’m guessing this means I don’t get the teacher’s assistant position?” you asked glumly.

“No. You do.”

You replayed her response in your head several times, unsure if you’d heard her correctly. “I do get to be your assistant?”

“You’re the only one who has asked.”

“Oh.” Not exactly the reason you’d hoped for.

“And the only one I’d want to fill the position,” she added.

Your eyes flew wide open, your smile even wider. “Really?!”

“You’re the only one in my class with any amount of true interest,” she replied. With her back still turned to you as she slipped her laptop into her briefcase on the floor, she murmured, “-or brains.”

You weren’t sure if that last bit was meant for your ears, but you were downright thrilled that she thought so highly of you, even after several horrible mishaps. “Thank you so much!” you exclaimed, barely able to contain your excitement.

“Mhm,” she hummed before putting ehr glasses back on and rising from her seat.

And fuck, you knew she was tall, but up this close, while you were still seated, she absolutely towered over you. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to notice how your eyes damn near turned to hearts as she regarded you.

“Now let’s get you home. Do you live on campus?”

“No, I-” your response cut short when you attempted to stand- a bit too quickly- and nearly tipped over, disoriented by the room suddenly starting to spin. Something warm and strong caught you by your forearm before you could go down. After several blinks, your eyes focused in on the fingers that grasped your arm- very long and thick fingers.

Oh dear god.

Your already flushed cheeks burned hotter as you peered up at your professor. Again, you expected her to be angry with you, but you could have sworn her brows were furrowed in concern rather than the typical irritation.

“Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“Just hold on,” she replied and slowly released your arm.

It took a moment for her words to fully register, your eyes glued to the large bicep purposefully held out before you.

She wanted you to hold onto her arm? While she walked you to her car?

That night just kept getting surprisingly better and better.

You grasped her arm, just below her bicep, not so much out of respect and decorum, but because there was no way your could fit your fingers around it well enough to hold on. However, that didn’t stop you from intentionally placing a finger close enough the feel the bulging muscle flex as she bent her arm.

“I have an apartment just along the outskirts,” you finally managed to answer as Professor Sevika slowly guided you out of the classroom. It took every ounce of effort to focus on putting one foot in front of the other and not on the feeling of her soft, warm skin or taught muscles. Or how good she smelled- like warm spices and smoke. Or how fucking close she was to you.

“You walked all that way by yourself, this late?” she asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Yea. I mean- I drank so…” you trailed off, once again feeling utterly foolish for getting plastered just so you could ask her to let you be her TA.

“Because you’re afraid of me?”

Briefly forgetting you were still inebriated, you pivoted your head far too fast to stare up at her in disbelief. Everything went topsy turvy again, but you clung to her arm tighter and managed to keep yourself upright. As your vision cleared, you were surprised to find her watching you from her periphery with what you assumed was curiosity.

How could she possibly think you were afraid of her? Sure the other students were scared. Sure she had a terrifying aura about her. A tendency to be very strict. Wore an almost permanent death glare. But that was all intriguing and thrilling to you.

“No. Not at all. Well, not afraid of you directly. Just afraid you’d say no.” you admitted.

She fixed her gaze ahead again. “Hm. Well, it’s dangerous for a young woman like you to be walking alone at night.”

It was your turn to furrow your brows.

Like you?

“What do you mean, like me?”

“Pretty.”

You nearly tripped at hearing that one simple word. Did she really just call you pretty?

That heat made it’s way back to your cheeks yet again, but this time it was also accompanied with butterflies in your stomach. You searched those lovely gray eyes of hers for any form of physical response to dropping that compliment. In that moment you would give anything to be completely sober, because you couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you or if she really had just glanced down at you with a tiny smirk.

Fuck.

For the entirety of your walk to her car, that one word replayed in your head over and over again, in her voice. That beautifully deep, rich voice that you swooned over at every lecture.

Pretty.

Just when you thought you couldn't swoon any harder for her, she opened the car door for you and very carefully helped you sit down with a hand firmly pressed against the small of your back. Then came the icing on the cake; she leaned across you to buckle your drunk ass in, her bicep brushing across your chest and her soft, dark hair tickling your face. You took a deep breath through your nose and nearly moaned as her scent filled your head. Or at least you thought you didn't actually moan, but when she straightened back up and regarded you with a raised brow, you weren't so sure. Not only that, you found yourself… distracted . Her height and slight leaning position left her chest directly at your eye-level, and god damn she had that cursed burgundy blouse unbuttoned just enough to give you more than just a teaser.

"You alright?" She asked.

Yes. No. Ask again later.

You managed to draw your attention away from the display, hopefully without being caught gaping- again, and peered up at her with what you prayed was an innocent and naive expression. "Yes?"

"You're sweating-" she explained. Her gaze dropped from your forehead to your chest. "-and breathing heavy."

Sure enough, you could feel the sweat the moment you wiped the back of your hand across your forehead. You knew damn well it was from a combination of nervousness and excitement, particularly at that moment over the fact that her fucking beautiful tits were in your face, but you weren’t ready to tell her that just yet.

“Too much to drink,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Cleary,” she huffed, and before you could process that as a possible joke- something you never thought you’d hear from her- she completely halted your thought process with another word. “There’s no need to be so nervous around me, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart? SWEETHEART?!

Thankfully for you, she immediately stood to her full height and walked around the car, thus missing how your eyes damn near popped out of their sockets.

Clearly, there was something going on between you two. Clearly, she liked you as more than just her best student. Clearly .

By the time your professor had gotten herself into the driver’s seat and buckled in you had managed to school your expression, at least as best as you could given your still partially drunken state.

Unfortunately for you, the drive back to your apartment was quick, leaving you no time to actually hold a conversation with your professor. However, it did provide you enough time to sober up a bit more, or so you thought.

Professor Sevika was at your door and opening it before you could even manage to unclasp your damn seatbelt.

Once free you turned to not only find her waiting, but her hand extended for you to take. You all but beamed up at her over the chivalrous gesture. “Thank you, professor.”

“Outside of class you can just call me Sevika.”

First name basis too?!

“Thank you, Sevika,” you clarified with a smile as you took her hand- her noticeably large, strong, and warm hand. God, her fingers were so thick too. Your mind strayed again, wondering what it would feel like to have those fingers trail down your body. To have them sink deep inside your–

You were suddenly ripped from your thoughts as Sevika pulled you to your feet, and she was either even stronger than she looked, or you were still a bit tipsy, or both. The next thing you knew, you had your face wedged between your professor’s cleavage and your free hand firmly planted against one of her breasts to catch yourself. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and prayed you didn’t do the same thing with your hand. It was tempting though. Her breasts felt so wonderfully soft against your cheeks and beneath your hand. Without a second thought, you inhaled deeply, her scent leaving your mind in a pleasant haze.

The feeling of Sevika’s arm wrapped around your back, holding you upright, should have been your queue to extricate your face from her chest, but instead, you took it as her holding you closer. At least until she hoisted you upright herself.

“Let’s get you inside,” she murmured as she easily turned you around and wrapped a hand around your lower back and waist.

As disappointed as you were to have been pulled away from that lovely position, you were happy to find that even after yet another embarrassing falter, Sevika still didn’t appear angry when you peered up at her. Or at least not angrier than usual. She just looked determined.

At the door to your apartment, she glanced down at you, her dark brows furrowed. “Can you make it inside on your own?”

“I think so,” you replied and immediately regretted it. That had been your chance to get her inside, but you still had enough liquid courage in your system to try one other thing before she left.

You turned to face her, a coy smile on your face as you peered up at her through your lashes. “Thank you, Sevika,” you said sweetly before reaching up on your tiptoes to give her a kiss on the cheek. With your eyes closed, you weren’t expecting the large hand to be firmly pressed against your shoulder, halting your advances. Confused, you opened your eyes to give Sevika a questioning look.

Stoic. Of course that’s all she gave you. Unreadable but rock-hard. You let yourself lower down onto the flats of your feet, but not without giving her a good dose of your best pouty face. 

“Can’t I give you a kiss?”

“No.”

“But I thought you liked me. You said I was pretty, called me sweetheart, opened the door for me, said I could call you by your first name- all of that! So why can’t I kiss you goodnight?” You knew in the back of your head, the part that wasn’t so stupidly intoxicated- both literally from the drinks and figuratively from this woman’s… everything- that those points alone were not reason enough to believe she would allow such an act from her student. Yet, at the same time, you felt you’d been toyed with. That she’d intentionally led you on only to deny you.

“You know why.”

You did, but that didn’t change a damn thing in your mind. You’d been rejected. That fucking hurt.

“But you do like me?” you pressed.

“Goodnight,” she said with finality before turning and heading for her car, leaving you standing there utterly dumbfounded, insulted, and peeved. Yet as you turned to unlock your door, noticeably more sober, you were already thinking of ways you’d get back at her, get her attention. How you’d get her to break and give in.

Your lips curled into a sly smile as you made your way to your bedroom. You had a few ideas.

After stripping down to just your underwear and crawling into bed, your mind immediately went back to her hands. How good they felt when she wrapped them around you to hold you up, or when she took your hand to pull you to your feet.

With your eyes closed, you slowly ran your hands down your body, imagining they were hers. Your back arched off the bed as your- no- her hands cupped each breast, fingers rolling over the already hardening peaks. Then one hand slid lower, over your abdomen, fingers slipping beneath the band of your underwear to tease at your entrance.

You were already so wet. Two fingers easily slid inside, but you imagined they were just one of her thick, long fingers. You tried, but failed, to stifle a moan as you pictured her face over yours. It felt wonderful, but you couldn’t even begin to fathom just how good it would feel to really have her touching you.

Sleep took over your mind quickly, before you could even finish yourself off, leaving just one final thought on your mind.

I wanna know what it’s like.

CH3 >>

[abitohoney]

Hustle - CH2: Undercity

AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Ran & Reader, Established Relationship, assassin reader, Fluff, Smut, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, horny idiots in love, Dom/sub, Dom Sevika, sub Reader, Humor, Banter, Choking, Spanking, Teasing, Light Sadism, Begging, Strap-Ons, Lesbian Sex, Aftercare, Gambling, Smoking, lack of understanding card games, totally winging this shit, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Semi-Public Sex, Rough Sex, Hair-pulling, reader is not the most graceful creature, but Sevika adores reader all the more for it, Jealousy, Marking, Orgasm Delay, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Hurt/Comfort, a Yordle OC that we will likely never see again but I had entirely too much fun writing, 69 (Sex Position)

Word Count: 8.6k

Summary: Looking to make your nights with Sevika a bit more… exciting, you suggest making use of your shared talent for playing cards. Together, the two of you take the Undercity, and even Topside, by storm. And what’s more exciting than the thrill of winning, or watching your opponents whine and gripe in defeat, or earning far more coin than the two of you could possibly spend? The release of pent-up sexual desire that seems to come with each and every win, that’s what.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

The dimly lit alley Ran had designated as the spot for the first several stages of the tournament was nothing special. Set deep within the lanes, the air was some of the thickest and nastiest, but it was nothing either you or Sevika weren’t accustomed to. Despite that, you had hoped Ran would have found something at least a little more cushy than the rickety old table and chairs sitting along the brick wall. Ran assured you it was only for the first stages, then once most of the weaker players were weeded out, the final stages would be played at the Last Drop.

“So do you remember all the signals?” you asked Sevika quietly as the two of you took seats opposite one another. Ran had gone off to fetch your first opponents- a couple of young suckers per Ran’s testament- leaving the two of you alone for a moment.

“I already told you,” she said around her cigarillo and brought a lighter to the end, “I got it.”

“Okay,” you replied, not so certain you believed her. Your gaze followed her hand as she put her pack of smokes and lighter back into the pack at her hip, then flitted back up to her face, your brows furrowed.

“What?” she asked, smoke billowing from the corners of her mouth after she took a quick drag.

“So obviously you do not remember all the signals.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

You sighed and rolled your eyes dramatically. “How do we tell each other to fold?”

She said nothing, clearly not recalling nor interested in admitting it.

“Blowing smoke from the right side of your mouth.”

“Knew that already, princess.”

Liar.

“And how might I signal you to fold if I don’t have a cigarillo?”

“Sounds like a you problem,” she sneered, tapping her cigarillo against her ashtray. The one you’d made her. “You really want a smoke?”

“What? It’s not like I don’t get enough secondhand from you,” you pointed out. It was true, but you were in all honesty willing. She had a thing for shot-gunning the smoke into your mouth, and you enjoyed it far more than you cared to admit.

“Suit yourself,” she replied with a shake of her head. She passed you her own cigarillo before pulling out a fresh one for herself.

After taking a quick drag, you peered down to the end of the alley, verifying no one was there before leaning across the table. “Hey. Check this out.”

Sevika raised a brow when you motioned for her to lean closer. Despite the obvious suspicion, she leaned in closer.

“Got a few tricks up my sleeve if things aren’t looking too good,” you said with a smile before reaching behind her ear and pulling back with a card.

You gave her your biggest, cheesiest smile.

She deadpanned.

“What?” you asked incredulously. You thought that was damn smooth. You could quite literally pull a card from your jacket sleeve without anyone seeing the motion.

“Just don’t get caught. I don’t want to have to clean up your mess,” she grumbled with another shake of her head.

“Oh stop being such a grump. I probably won’t even need to do any sleight-of-hand tricks. We’ll clean this first set of chumps out no problem.”

Hearing someone approaching from the side street, you both sat back in your chairs and put on your best poker face. Just as smoothly as you had pulled the card from your sleeve you slipped it right back in.

Based on initial impressions, Ran was spot on. The two young men that approached your table with Ran in tow behind them looked dumber than bricks, especially the larger man whom you weren’t too fond of the look he gave you. Like you were going to be the mark in this game.

Idiot.

“Alright girls, whose dealing?” he asked after taking a seat to your right.

Both you and Sevika cringed- visibly- and yet the fool took no notice.

Correction- imbecile.

“House deals,” Ran said as they stepped up to the table.

Ensuring you made eye contact with Sevika, you scratched the right side of your nose, indicating the larger man as the mark– the weak player. Not that she needed you to tell her that. Anyone with half a brain could see this guy had no clue what he was doing. His cocky attitude was a complete sham.

Sevika’s lips twitched at the corner. You knew she wanted to smirk at the absurdity, but both of you were schooling your expressions, even if it may not have been necessary with those two.

Both men ended up being no competition just as expected. To the point that Sevika and you rarely needed to use any signals. You alone had won every single round easily. They both had obvious tells, the smaller man making nervous eye movements and tapping his foot, the larger one grinning haughtily whenever he thought he had a good hand.

Bored out of your mind, you decided to spend your cleverness on something else fun.

Taunting your girlfriend.

“Clearly didn’t afford that by playing cards,” you sneered with a nod to Sevika’s arm.

The larger man snickered at the jab, while the other flitted his eyes worriedly between you and Sevika. Sevika raised a brow, but the moment she caught your shit-eating grin, her own lips curled into a smirk.

“Big words coming from someone who can’t afford decent clothing.” She nodded to your simple all black outfit as she drew a card from the deck.

More snickering.

Your brows furrowed.

Touche.

Sevika knew damn well why you- an assassin- dressed for function rather than aesthetics, but she still loved to get you riled up by insulting your garment choices.

“Don’t need fancy clothes to enjoy luxury,” you replied and tossed several more coins into the pot.

She chuckled mockingly. “Yeah? And what kind of luxury does a girl like you have?”

No more than her honestly, but that wasn’t the point here.

“A girl like me has a woman back home who’d buy me the stars in the Piltover sky if I asked her to.”

Another derisive chuckle.

Sevika raised her bet as well while sneering, “Couldn’t catch a woman in that getup so you bought yourself one, hm?”

That had the large man damn near bellowing with laughter. Even Ran had released a quiet, breathy laugh from where they leaned against the wall opposite you.

“Didn’t pay her a damn thing,” you scoffed, “She came onto me entirely of her own volition. Couldn’t and still can’t keep her hands off me.”

“Probably just to choke out your bratting,” she jeered, rolling her cigarillo from one corner of her mouth to the other.

The movement caught your attention and you lost your focus for a moment, too enraptured by the tip of her tongue rolling the gold filter between her teeth. And fuck that haughty smirk of hers was distracting as well. Those dark, thick, soft lips curled so deliciously…

“Only if I want her to,” you replied in a bit of a daze and with far less bite than your previous retorts.

It wasn’t until you caught her brow raise in your periphery that you finally pulled your eyes off her mouth.

You heard the smaller man at your left cough awkwardly. After a quick glance around the table, you realized it was your turn.

Shit.

Get your head in the game.

You couldn’t lose to these chumps. You glanced down at your cards. It was a damn good hand.

Fuck it.

You threw all your coins in, then watched the smaller man and Sevika both fold. However, the larger man called it, matching your bet.

Then came the showdown, and there was no holding back your shit-eating grin as you tossed your hand onto the table.

“Read ‘em and weep,” you sneered.

His own cocky smirk wiped clear off his face the moment he saw your hand. He tossed his own down, cussing and slamming his fist on the table.

Lips curled into a cocky smile, you leaned over the table, arms encircling the pile of coins to pull them in. You barely made it halfway across the table when your hand was snatched up by the wrist. Your eyes slowly drifted from your winnings to the offending fingers firmly wrapped around your skin, then up to the face of the owner.

“You cheated!” he spat, droplets hitting your face from where the larger of the two men stood towering over you.

“I suggest you release my hand,” you replied calmly, but your smirk had downturned into a frown, disgusted by the unwanted contact.

“You’re not leaving with my coins you filthy little chea-”

The fool’s snarky remark was cut short the moment you spotted him reaching for something in his pocket– a weapon. Sevika must have noticed as well, blade drawn beneath her cloak, her chair and the table scraping across the stone as she immediately stood to protect you.

Ran had also pushed off the wall, twin blades drawn and ready.

It didn’t matter though. In less than a second you had the asshole on his knees, back to you, greasy hair in your fist, head pulled back, and one of your daggers pressed to his delicate throat.

His hands hovered in the air, shaking in fear. Tendrils of smoke curled up into his face from where your cigarillo lay forgotten on the street beside his knees.

Fucking coward.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you snarled. Your gaze darted to the other guy who now stood just a few feet away, fingers twitching at his side as if debating on reaching for his own weapon.

"You think I won't slit your buddy’s throat right here in front of you?" you taunted. You pressed the edge of your dagger hard enough against his throat to draw a drop of blood that spread along the edge of the blade.

“You- You can keep the coins. They’re yours! Just- Just don’t kill me!” the man on his knees stammered, sounding damn near tears with how his voice trembled.

Pathetic coward.

You bent down, eyes still locked with the smaller man, and whispered into his buddy’s ear, just loud enough for everyone to hear, “That’s right. It is mine. And you’re going to stay the fuck away from me and this tournament. You try to call me a cheat to any of the other players and I won’t hesitate to take your ass out for good.”

“Yes! Anyth-”

His whimpering cut off as you violently shoved him away to fall on his hands at the other man’s feet. He scrambled to his feet and turned to face you, fear evident in how he cowered and shook.

With a sadistic smile, you locked eyes with him and brought the edge of the blade to your mouth, licking the blood off with one, long, exaggerated swipe of your tongue.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” the other, clearly smarter, man whispered.

You watched the two of them run off down the alley, the dumber one nearly tripping over several crates when he looked over his shoulder to see if you were following. The only one following was Ran, but at a rather leisurely pace, likely tagging them to ensure they didn’t get any more stupid ideas.

Slipping your dagger back into its sheath at your hip, you wondered if perhaps your little show was a bit too much. In all honesty, you’d been itching to use your daggers for far too long. You’d been so desperate to take someone out you even had the gall to waltz into Silco’s office and ask if he had anyone he needed to be taken out. Of course he just gave you a bland, ‘Business was running smoother than usual.’ speech.

You rolled your eyes at the recollection and turned to Sevika, startled to find her expression wildly… well… wild. Some sort of odd mix of stunned and very, very turned on.

Clearly you hadn’t gone too far.

“You alright?” you asked with a cocky grin while you strode up to where she stood near the wall.

“That was… impressive,” she admitted with her own hint of a smirk.

Oh, did that stroke your ego real nice.

“Yeah?”

She said nothing, just watched you from down her nose as you stood toe to toe with her and well within her space.

"You like seeing me take control, don't you? Gets you hot and bothered, doesn’t it?" you sneered, dragging the tip of your finger down along the shiny gold collar of her top. Without giving her a moment to respond, you pressed both palms against her chest just below her shoulders and shoved– hard.

Her back hit the wall, knocking a small, startled grunt from her. To your surprise she let you continue your little act, merely lifted a single brow and continued to smirk down at you.

“You like seeing me bring grown men to their knees, don’t you?” you asked, emphasizing the word with an obvious brush of your knee between her thighs. That earned you a small twitch of her curled lips.

Perfect.

"Wonder how easily I can bring you to your knees," you purred, dragging your nails down over her exposed abdomen before dipping them beneath the waist of her pants. You could feel her muscles beneath contract at the sensual touch, her smirk faltering just briefly before schooling back into that cocky, cool facade she always wore.

“Real cute,” she jeered.

“What’s cute?” you asked, brows furrowed at what was likely meant to be an insult.

“That you think you have any control over me.”

"Oh I think I have some control over y-"

Your retort was cut short when Sevika suddenly grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and spun you around, shoving you roughly against the wall.

"Oh I know I have all the control, princess," she sneered and pressed her knee between your legs, mimicking the same thing you'd just done to her. "Don't I?"

As was tradition, all your confidence melted away with that simple action. Any possible quip left your brain the moment she rubbed that lovely, thick thigh of hers against your clothed heat.

And fuck were you hot.

Apparently that little game and the subsequent tussle got both of you pretty riled up.

"I asked you a question," she growled, pressing her thigh harder against you.

You gasped, biting your lip to fight back the desperate moan that hung in your throat.

With her metal hand still gripping your jacket in her first, she let her other hand slowly trail down your front, the wide spread of her fingers lightly grazing your nipples.

“I-” you struggled to remember what she’d even asked you, too lost in the feeling of her fingers slowly dragging lower, down your abdomen and toward your pants. Too lost in how her pupils seemed to grow just a bit wider when you sucked in a breath at the tease of her fingers slipping beneath your waistband. You held that breath, hoping to give her extra room for her fingers, to coerce her into continuing that descent.

“Answer me, or I stop,” she threatened while her fingers dipped beneath your panties.

“Sev- I-” you stammered as you released your breath. The air suddenly became even thicker and harder to breathe than usual as your arousal and desperation continued to build. “Can- Can you repeat the question?” you asked weakly.

A single brow raised. She wouldn’t give in so easily.

“Please Sevika,” you pleaded when her hand ceased its descent, the tip of her middle finger just above your aching clit. It took every ounce of willpower to remain still for her, your body urging you to just rock against her hand and thigh- take what you wanted without her permission.

“Who’s in control here?”

“Y- You,” you admitted, fingers clawing at the brick wall behind you, itching to touch some part of her, force her hands down, pull her in for a kiss, anything to ease the need burning low in your belly.

“Do you have any control?”

“N- No,” you admitted, shaking your head for emphasis. “You have complete control.”

“And you like it that way, don’t you?” she sneered, lips curling into a wicked little grin.

God yes.

“Yes,” you replied with a nod.

Her lips curled even higher and she released your jacket to run the back of a metal finger across your cheek. “That’s my good girl.”

Those simple words, though you’ve heard her speak them plenty of times before, threatened to take you out at the knees. Her praise. Her recognition. Her adoration. All something you’d never known you’d need so bad. And you were her good girl. Nobody else could claim that. And you knew that did it for her as much as it did it for you.

And then that blissfully thick finger of hers finally slipped over your clit and through your wet slit, just the tip curling inside.

“Oh fuck Sevika…” you keened as pleasure rang through your lower half.

“Seems you’re the one who got– what was it you called it? Hot and bothered?” she taunted.

You didn’t even bother trying to argue that. She was right, and you just wanted her to stop the teasing and start fucking you.

“Fuck, just slides right in,” she groaned as she slipped her middle finger deep inside.

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth you held back the urge to moan. You may have been at the end of an otherwise deserted alley, but there was no telling when someone might show up. And as she started sliding that long digit back out, curling it to drag along your walls, all you could do was bite down harder to muffle the pathetic mewl that managed to escape.

“Uh uh,” Sevika scolded, her metal thumb pressing down on your chin and coaxing you to release your lip. “Those lips are mine to bite. Not yours.”

More than happy to give her that access, you let your jaw go slack, lips parting. Your hungry gaze drifted from her intense eyes to those soft, plush lips of hers, anxiously waiting for them to connect with yours.

She must have noticed your desperation, playing into it by ever so slowly dipping her head lower to line her mouth up with yours. As she slipped her finger back inside, palm rubbing along your clit, she let her lips ghost over yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan spilling past your lips with a shaky breath. The bricks beneath your nails dropped tiny flakes as you clawed along them harder, frantically trying to suppress the urge to touch her.

Warm breath, scented with hints of spice and smoke, fanned over your lips as she chuckled. That laugh- derisive, demeaning, mocking- damn near broke your restraint. A pathetic whine was all you could manage in protest.

“You’re just dying to touch me, aren’t you?” she sneered, slowly slipping her finger back out but keeping her lips a mere hair's breadth away from yours.

Your fingers clenched further, more of the brick crumbling into your hands. Lips so dry, you needed to wet them, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t risk your tongue slipping out too far and touching her without permission.

“Trying so hard to be a good girl for me, hm?” she taunted, finger delving back inside.

“Yes,” you breathed out.

“Think you deserve a reward?” Her lips brushed against yours as she spoke.

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, “And what should that be?”

“A- A kiss?” you asked softly.

She released a low, husky laugh, her breath suffocatingly hot against your dry lips. “So predictable.”

She tilted her head in the opposite direction, her nose brushing along yours. But rather than finally giving you the kiss you both knew you deserved, she not only left her lips hovering tauntingly close, but she pulled her finger out– completely.

“Oh fuck no! Please Sevika, don’t stop,” you begged, eyes flying wide open in panic. Pleading eyes met sadistic ones. Before you could further protest the loss of stimulation, she slipped her slick-coated finger between your parted lips. Obediently, you wrapped your lips around the digit and allowed her to jam it clear to the back of your tongue. Your eyes watered in a mix of desperation to ease your ever increasing arousal and determination not to choke.

“That’s right. Be a good girl and clean that up,” she husked, mouth still dangerously close to yours.

You moaned, the bitter taste filling your mouth as you licked and sucked her finger clean, but dreaded that this might signal the end of your little romp.

As Sevika removed her finger from your mouth, she pressed down, forcing you to let your mouth hang slack. Before it was even halfway out, her lips finally crashed against yours, tongue delving inside to swipe over yours and gather any remnants of your arousal.

No longer able to contain yourself, your hands flew up to grasp the collar of her top, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss.

She growled into your mouth, but to your surprise, rather than punish you she pressed her knee between your legs again.

The moment you pulled back to gasp at the sudden stimulation she took the plush of your bottom lip between her teeth and clamped down.

Pain radiated from those tiny points, eliciting a soft whimper. That pain was short-lived though, quickly replaced with the delightful sensation of her lips wrapping around your swollen lip, tongue licking soothingly along it before dipping back inside your mouth.

When you started grinding against her thigh, her kiss suddenly turned hungry- frantic. She damn near devoured your mouth, tongue invading every crevice, teeth clacking against yours and nipping at your tongue when you tried to match her fervor.

Then her hands were everywhere. Metal fingers wrapped beneath your chin, pressing hard against your cheeks and holding you in place as she shoved that wet muscle deeper. Warm, calloused fingers slipped beneath your shirt to grope a breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh almost painfully hard.

Unable to compete with her kiss, you attempted to slip a hand down the front of her pants. Your fingers barely made it beneath the waistband when her metal hand fisted in your hair and yanked, forcing your head back and breaking the kiss. You gasped, sharp pain radiating from each strained follicle, only for pleasure to follow in its wake.

Soft, wet lips trailed down your jaw to your exposed neck, teeth sinking into the flesh as Sevika sucked and marked your skin clear down to your collarbone. The hand beneath your shirt ripped the cup of your bra down and lifted your shirt, exposing a breast to the warm, moist air.

Abandoning your attempt to get into her pants, you instead threaded your fingers into the silky black strands of her hair while she brought her mouth to your breast.

She wasted no time leaving her mark there too, sucking hard enough to leave little love bruises that would bloom into a colorful reminder later. Her breath was hot and heavy against your skin, nearly as much as your own.

You continued to grind against her, sinking your nails into her scalp when she took your hardened nipple into her mouth and bit down.

“Fuck, Sevika,” you panted. Your extremities ached. Pleasure radiated from every point of contact. Your scalp– where she relentlessly gripped your hair so tight you couldn’t move. Your cunt– where it rubbed along her thick, muscular thigh. And your breast– where she fervently squeezed, pinched, sucked, and bit the sensitive flesh.

Something rattled at the end of the alley, startling you and ripping you from your reverie.

Sevika released your nipple from her mouth to glare down the alley.

Everything went silent, save for the heavy breaths between the two of you, as you both watched and waited for the source of the noise to present itself. To your relief, a stray black cat appeared from around the corner. It paused for a moment, glanced at the two of you standing there, nearly out of breath, then continued down the street until disappearing past the opposite wall.

Sevika stood fully upright, her chest heaving against yours, the fabric of her top teasing over your exposed nipple.

You peered up at her with lust-filled eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, an obvious hunger behind them.

“Drop your pants and bend over the table,” she growled, giving your hair one final tug before releasing it and stepping back.

You blinked. “What?”

“I said, drop your pants and bend over the fucking table,” she snarled, baring her teeth as her lips curled back.

Oh fuck.

Your legs nearly gave out at the implications of that demand. The absolutely ravenous way she looked at you– spoke to you.

Clearly this competitiveness, your confidence, the dangers of your collusion– it all riled her up real good.

Clearly there were more rewards to reap than just the coins and disappointment of your opponents.

And clearly Sevika was incredibly impatient.

She immediately pulled her harness and strap-on out of her pouch, wasting no time stepping into it as you stood transfixed and astounded.

Was she really going to do this? Right here? In a public alley?

She finished hooking everything up in record time, her narrowed eyes rising to meet yours.

“You either get those pants down or I’m going to rip them off your ass,” she threatened.

Guess that answered the question.

Hesitantly, you walked past her to the table. It was still littered with your coins, forgotten after the slew of distractions. You turned your head to peer down the vacant alley to the main street. It wasn’t a popular street so to speak, but there were plenty of people that knew of the tournament, and Ran could come back with the next opponents at any moment.

You slowly began unbuttoning your pants, hands shaking in a combination of trepidation and excitement. With your thumbs tucked beneath the waistband, you glanced over your shoulder at Sevika as she approached you.

“Are- Are we really going to do this here? In public?” you whispered. “The next match isn’t too long from now. People could show up any minute.”

“Then I guess you better stop stalling and do what I-” she paused dramatically, placing both her hands over yours. “- said.” She growled out that last word, simultaneously pulling your hands- and subsequently your pants and underwear- down with enough force you were astonished your clothing didn’t tear.

“Sevika!” you yelped. It fell on deaf ears though.

Sevika chuckled, bringing her mouth to your ear. “Now, do I need to help you bend over too, or is that something you think you can handle by yourself?”

You huffed out a frustrated breath. She could be so damn brash sometimes. Yet, you’d be lying if you tried to claim it wasn’t something you actually enjoyed.

“I can handle it,” you hissed.

Another mocking chuckle. “Of course you can, princess.” she taunted, trailing her fingertips- both metal and flesh- across your bare asscheeks while you bent over the table.

You rested on your forearms, cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal. Your pants and underwear sat at your ankles, and you were bent over more than far enough to reveal your underside and all its… glory. For a moment you debated whether you wanted to turn and watch for the possible onlookers as your girlfriend fucked you in the alley, or if you’d rather just hide your face in your hands and be oblivious to any audience. Either way, you were definitely in for a railing judging by how riled up Sevika seemed. Likely wouldn’t be walking right for at least a week. The thought of that, rather than filling you with dread, filled you with desire.

Wasn’t like Silco would be giving you a job anytime soon anyway.

Sevika’s metal fingers skimmed up to your hip, gripping it firmly while her human fingers ghosted up along the inside of your thigh. You sucked in a breath, holding it along with your lips between your teeth as she inched closer and closer to the apex.

“Mmm. Already so wet you're dripping down your thighs,” she teased.

You said nothing, not trusting your ability to speak when her fingers were that close.

“And here I thought you were worried about me fucking you right here. Seems you rather like the idea.”

Her finger paused, just before reaching that delightful point.

And you should have known she was just trying to goad you– trap you. It was so fucking obvious. But your mind was already scrambled, clouded with need. So you took the bait.

“Of course I’m worri- oh fuuuck.” Your barely snarky retort dissolved into a wanton moan the moment Sevika slid her middle finger ever so slowly through your wet slit.

Your eyes fluttered shut, her taunting chuckle echoing in your head.

“Didn’t quite catch that. Got something to say, princess?”

Wiser, or maybe just even more distracted by how she teased her faux cock through your folds, you kept your mouth shut that time. Instead, you focused your attention on attempting to remain quiet. But with each slide of the strap, you felt that restraint quickly crumble.

“Sevika,” you whined.

“Hmm. What’s the matter baby?” she cooed.

“Stop- Stop teasing. Please.”

The toy dragged further through your folds, the tip grazing your clit and drawing a sharp gasp from your throat.

“Not teasing. Just making sure we get this nice and wet before I fuck you.”

Bullshit.

Well, maybe not entirely. She was getting it wet and teasing you.

Your thoughts ended there when you felt her finally guide the tip inside.

“Ready?” she husked and moved her human hand to grasp your other hip.

With your eyes closed and your breath held in your chest, you nodded. There was no warning for what she was about to do though. Rather than ease it in as she typically did, she slammed her hips against yours, burying the entirety of the faux cock in one fell swoop.

“Fuck!” you cried out as the startling pain of that sudden intrusion left you seeing white behind your eyelids. Your hands clenched into fists, teeth clamping down to fight off the pathetic whimper you felt building in your throat.

The pain subsided almost instantly though, replaced by a warmth that spread clear from your core down through your thighs. “Fuck, Sevika,” you whimpered. You shifted your feet and tried to relax your body. Unfortunately she had to make that more difficult for you, releasing one of her low, dark chuckles that made you both furious and undeniably turned on.

Gods, you would never get used to her glorious voice.

Even after all the time you two had been together, her voice still held the same power to make your legs weak. But it went beyond just her voice. It was how she used it to tease, taunt, and torment you in the most arousing way. As if hearing your own thoughts, she used that husky voice of hers to further provoke you.

“What’s the problem now? Hm? Thought you wanted me to stop teasing.” The snarky, cocky tone of her words contrasted wildly with how her hands slipped beneath your shirt to soothingly caress your sides and lower back while you adjusted.

And fuck did you need it. She had brought one of her larger dildos. One that filled you so completely that you swore if it were so much as a fraction longer or wider she’d be splitting you in two.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and reluctantly peered down the alley. It seemed, at least at that moment, you two had not been discovered yet, but she’d only just begun.

She moved her hands back to your hips, giving them a squeeze to let you know she was going to pull back out. She did so slowly, dragging along your walls and with it a long, drawn out moan from you.

Starting with sharp, deep thrusts, she pulled out slowly each time only to ram back in hard enough to make the table shake and the items that littered it to rattle and scatter.

“Sev- we- we need to hurry,” you huffed out between thrusts. “Someone- could- show up- any- minute.”

“Let them,” Sevika grunted as she snapped her hips. “Maybe they could learn-”

Snap!

“- a thing-”

Snap!

“- or two.”

Snap!

Had you not felt so hazy, so impaired by the pleasure coursing through your lower half, you would have rolled your eyes at that cocky-ass comment. Instead, you put what little you had into trying to push back against her- quicken the pace and drive the toy deeper.

“You really are too impatient,” Sevika sneered. After she pulled back out, rather than driving right back in she brought her flesh hand down across your back end, pulling yet another startled yelp from you.

“Damnit Sev-” you whimpered while she gently caressed your stinging flesh.

“Did you forget who’s in control here?”

…

She slowly bent over your body until her chest pressed against your back. The tip of the dildo threatened to slip out at any moment. With her lips brushing against your ear she whispered, “If you really want something, you know what to do.”

Her husky voice and warm breath tickling across the back of your neck had you shuddering and involuntarily clenching, nearly pushing the toy completely out.

“Sevika please,” you begged, legs trembling from the effort to remain still.

“Please what, baby?” she husked as she ran her nose along the back of your ear and slowly pushed the faux cock back inside at an angle so sharp your knees nearly buckled when it hit that sweet spot that always left you seeing stars.

You inhaled sharply, then released it in a long moan.

“Mmm,” she hummed, mouth to your ear again, “You do make such pretty sounds for me. But you’re gonna have to use your words if you want something.”

As much as you hated trying to form words while you were in such a daze, you knew how much she enjoyed hearing you struggle. Hearing you beg. And you knew it would always be worth it. She rewarded you so well, each and every time.

So you sucked in a shaky breath, tried to clear your mind, and gathered the words you needed to speak. Then out they came, with a rush of breath and a pathetic whine when you felt her fingers tease across your throbbing clit.

“Sevika, please fuck me harder– faster!”

She chuckled into your ear. It was taunting, sinister, and so very fucking sexy.

“As you wish, princess.”

She stood back upright, leaving you missing the wonderful contact of her chest to your back. At least until she made you forget all about it with the sudden jolt of her hips, burying the dildo deep inside you.

She wasted no time setting a brutally fast and hard pace. Each time she delved inside you swore she somehow went deeper, pulling moan after moan from you without restraint. And with each powerful thrust- her thighs smacking violently against your ass- the table shook hard. Coins and glasses rattled, some scattering and toppling off the table. Neither of you gave two shits though. You were in an entirely different world, lost in your own bliss. And Sevika, well, she just didn’t give a shit about anything other than you, your pleasure, and her own subsequent pleasure.

Then, without warning, you felt Sevika’s human fingers slip through your hair, grasping a handful before sharply yanking your head back and up.

You released a sharp cry, pain searing through your scalp. Your hands scrambled and clawed blindly through the air, back arched so sharp you were unable to find purchase upon any part of the table. And then her metal hand was under your shirt, dangerously sharp talons grabbing at your breast and providing you just enough relief of your weight to turn that pain at your scalp into mind-numbing pleasure.

“Oh dear god,” you groaned.

“That’s right baby,” Sevika huffed as she continued to downright pummel you from behind, “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

There simply were no words to describe how good you felt. Not when her metal fingers expertly pinched, teased, and pulled your nipple. Not when your back arched so far it left your muscles singing. Not when her cock angled so sharply it hit that fucking sweet spot with literally every plunge. Not when your scalp screamed in ecstasy at the harsh treatment.

No longer were the sounds of the shaking table the loudest thing echoing through the alley. No, it was the squelching noises of her burying the strap deep inside your sopping cunt over and over. It was your moans and mewls, your begging for more, your chanting of her name like a mantra.

“Fuck, princess,” Sevika huffed, “Making a real mess.”

You heard nothing she said though. All you could hear was the blood roaring in your ears while she all but rearranged your insides and you climbed closer and closer to that peak.

You felt her metal hand slide further up your shirt, clear up to your delicate neck. Those dangerous fingers wrapped around your throat, all while she kept up her pace, railing you without mercy. You knew what was coming. You knew what she was going to do. And she knew you wanted it. Needed it. Yet, she waited. Merely rested those cool digits against your hot, sweaty skin, teasing you.

“Sevika!” you keened, “Please!” Somehow, through your delirium, you managed to bring your hand up to hers and squeeze lightly, urging her to do it. “I- I’m so close, please.”

She brought her mouth to your ear, her breaths coming out fast, ragged, and burning hot. “Any- thing- for- you- baby,” she grunted out between thrusts.

And then, she finally applied pressure, squeezing just enough to leave you reeling, head spinning and pleasure spreading further through every fiber of your body.

“Oh god, fuck me Sevika!” you cried out. But it wasn’t your voice. It was deep, guttural, animalistic, and wildly needy.

Unbeknownst to you, exactly what you had feared would happen, happened. Two people showed up at the end of the alley. Stopped dead in their tracks.

Enforcers.

Two of them. Young and obviously new.

“Hey! Hey ma’am! Do you need help?” one of them called out when they spotted you being pulled by your hair and choked by a large woman with a dangerous metal hand.

Sevika heard them, but she did not stop. She turned to face them, not faltering even for a moment, a sick smirk painting her face.

“Fuck me Sevika! Fuck me! Fuck me!” you groaned repeatedly, still oblivious to anything beyond the mounting pleasure low in your belly.

“That- answer- your- question?” Sevika sneered.

The two men exchanged glances, faces flushing bright red before they muttered a quick apology and scurried off.

Sevika turned back to you, bringing her mouth to your ear one final time. “Baby- can- you- hear- me?” she huffed out.

You did, though just a faint echo. “Yes,” you groaned.

“Can- you- cum- for- me?”

You weren’t exactly in control of your body at that moment, but you could feel your climax approaching, every muscle in your body tensing.

“God, yes!”

“Do it.”

Then, you fell. A choked sob ripped from your throat, her name spoken breathlessly as your entire body felt weightless. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body. She fucked you through it, expertly knowing exactly when to slow down and release the pressure on your throat. And had it not been for her augmented arm beneath your chest, you would have collapsed against the table in an exhausted heap. But she held you up, released your hair, and pressed her body against yours while the two of you panted heavily.

It took considerably longer than usual for you to come down from your high, body thrumming and singing in post-orgasmic bliss. When you finally did, you realized Sevika had wrapped both her arms around your torso, keeping you upright and your back held tightly against her chest.

Fuck.

But good god the strap still sat inside you at that crazy angle, and you desperately needed to sit down. Your leg muscles screamed from being overworked.

Who knew standing still while being fucked silly took so much leg work?

You knew. That was certainly not your first time with Sevika. And it certainly wouldn’t be your last.

“Sevika,” you huffed, “I- I need to sit down.”

“Gonna have to pull out.”

“I know.” Even still, you dreaded that part every time.

Sevika carefully lowered you until your forearms rested on the table again. Then, with her hands on your hips, she slowly pulled out.

“Damn princess,” she said in awe, “You made a real fucking mess.”

“I doubt it’s all mine,” you said through gritted teeth, the withdrawal of her strap both overstimulating and leaving you feeling empty.

“Mmm,” she hummed, “Think you’re wrong.”

After she slipped fully out, you noticed her step up beside you in your periphery. You turned your head to find her proudly displaying her very slick-covered dildo. And her very saturated pants.

Your heavy-lidded gaze drifted up to her face.

Her dark lips curled into an absurdly haughty smirk.

“Real proud of yourself, huh?” you asked with a roll of your eyes.

She said nothing, just drew those lips even higher. Lips you were dying to have on you while you finished recovering.

“I’m not so sure I can stand right now,” you admitted sheepishly, cheeks heating with embarrassment. That would certainly fuel that ego even more. Sure enough, she grinned wide enough to reveal teeth. Little did she know that from that angle it gave you a perfect view of her tooth gap.

Fucking cute.

“What are you grinning about?” she asked before bending down to pull your pants back up.

“Nothing,” you lied, but your tone easily gave that away.

She gave your ass a good swat, and even with your pants providing some protection, she still nailed it hard enough to pull a startled yelp from you.

“Should make you clean this up with that mouth of yours,” she threatened as she stepped out of the harness.

“You aren’t serious are you?” Had you been back at your shared place, you would have gladly done so. But you were not about to get on your knees in that dirty ass alley.

Her chuckle echoed down the alley while she wrapped her arm under yours and hauled you upright. “Bet you’d do it if I told you to. Wouldn’t you?”

You were about to tell her to fuck off when the words suddenly disappeared from your mind. She’d carefully spun you around to hold you tightly against her body. Her smirk had softened into one that you knew meant she was admiring you. You rested your hands on her chest, just beneath her shoulders, eyes flitting between hers and those soft, dark lips.

“Look at that,” she said softly, her voice raspy, “Fucked you so good you cried.”

Your eyes widened for a moment. You hadn’t even realized it had happened until you felt her wipe the wetness away from your cheek with her thumb.

“Such a pretty girl,” she said even softer.

Your heart damn near leapt from your chest.

You wanted so desperately to stay like that, with her holding you so close and just staring down at you like you were the only person on the planet. However, your legs disagreed, and she was only making them weaker.

“I really need to sit.”

She chuckled and helped you over to one of the chairs. After taking a seat herself, she guided you to straddle her lap, facing her.

You smiled at her. ‘Dopey’ as she would so lovingly call it. But in reality, it was more of a love-drunk, bashful sort of little smile. You were crazy about this woman, beyond just the wild sex like the two of you had just enjoyed. Especially when she wrapped her arms around you and caressed your lower back with both metal and flesh fingers, all while wearing a smile you think could have arguably been her own flavor of love-drunk, or dopey.

With your arms draped over her shoulders, you let your forehead rest against hers. Both of you were covered in a fine sheen of sweat but neither of you could have cared less. You both simply grinned at one another, relishing in the calmness of the other’s breath. The rise and fall of your chests.

“So is this the plan?” you asked after a moment. You felt Sevika’s forehead shift against your own as she raised a brow. “We collude and cheat our way through each game and then fuck each other stupid afterward?”

She chuckled, her chest shaking against your own and your smile grew wider.

Gods did you love her laugh.

“No, I don’t think so, princess.”

Your expression turned crest-fallen. “Why not?”

“ We are not going to fuck each other stupid. I will be fucking you stupid.”

“Oh of course. My bad,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Cause clearly I could never fuck you so good.”

She simply smirked.

Snarky son of a-

“I will admit that mouth of yours is pretty good.” Her gray eyes dropped to your now upturned lips for a moment, then back to your eyes.

“Really?” You admit I’m good at- well- giving you head?” you asked, your cheeks flushing.

“Mhm. Just not that good,” she teased.

“Oh, here we go. Can’t just say something nice, can you?” you asked, pulling back this time as you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“No more than you can stop running that mouth,” she sneered.

Before you could retort, she slipped her metal hand behind your head and pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips parted in a soft sigh, and you thought for sure she’d take the opportunity to dip her tongue inside, but instead she just parted her own lips and pulled you closer to her chest. Her nose rubbed alongside yours, soft lips pressed so gently to yours. It made your heart flutter. Amazed you with how she could go from fucking you so wildly to teasing you and then to giving you such tender affection. Blew your damn mind. In the best way.

When Sevika finally broke the kiss, you couldn’t help but whine at the loss, but you still felt a smile creep across your face when you saw the adoring little smirk she wore for you.

“After this next game, let’s head home and properly clean you up, hm?”

“Okay.”

Wait. Next game. Oh god.

You two just fucked in the alley and… didn’t you hear somebody else then?

Oh fuck.

“What?” Sevika asked, apparently having noticed your wide eyes.

“Did- Did someone catch us fucking here?” you asked quietly.

“Not just someone,” Sevika chuckled, “Two young enforcers.”

You couldn’t decide if that was more funny or horrifying. “What- What did they do?” you asked in awe.

“Asked if you needed help. Apparently thought you were in distress,” she sneered.

Oh god.

“And what did you tell them?” You asked the question, but you weren’t so sure you wanted to hear the answer.

“Nothing.”

“What?!”

“You told them yourself.”

You searched your memory banks for a moment, brows furrowed in concentration while she simply smirked at you. “I did not say anything to anyone.”

“Oh, you had a lot to say, princess.”

“Like what?”

“Hmm, how did it go again?” Sevika hummed.

Fucking faker.

“Sevika,” you chastised, “What the hell did I say?”

Sevika’s smile curled higher, and you knew you didn’t want to hear whatever she had coming.

“Oh Sevika. Oh Sevika fuck me! Fuck me!” she replied in the most cringe-worthy, shrill, mocking tone. Her smirk just grew the moment your lips down-turned. “Don’t worry baby, you didn’t really sound like that.”

Thank god.

“No, you sounded like a damn animal. Growling– deep and low. Thought you were going to sprout fur.”

“Fuck you, Seivka. I did not,” you pouted, but something told you that even though she was toying with you, part of it was actually true. Your stomach flipped and you swallowed hard. Had you really acted like that? In front of two… enforcers?

“You sure did,” she sneered.

Good god, if it weren’t for that twinkle in her eye, that pure amusement mixed with adoration, you’d have hauled off and smacked her right there. Instead, you just sat on her lap, cheeks burning red hot, arms across your chest, and pouting like a petulant child.

“C’mon now baby, no reason to be mad,” she cooed.

For a moment you thought she’d just mock you more, but to your surprise she gently took your chin between her thumb and forefinger, guiding you to face her. Her smirk had softened, making it harder for you to be mad at her. Then she really drove that home.

“You think I don’t like seeing you like that– so lost in your pleasure? Every little sound you make is music to my ears, baby. Don’t ever be ashamed of enjoying yourself.”

Your pout turned into a small smile.

Her eyes fell to your lips. Her own lips tugged further at the corner, then pulled you in for a short, but tender kiss.

Any remaining embarrassment, resentment, anger– it all melted away right then and there. You relaxed into her kiss and rested your hands on her chest.

When she pulled back, you both smiled at one another again. One would probably think you two were fucking nuts. Going from arguing and bickering, to fucking nasty, to sweet words, back to the snark followed by another round of mushy shit. And honestly, you two were crazy. But you were crazy about each other.

“Let’s gather up our winnings and get ready for the next match, hm?” she suggested.

You nodded in agreement and slid off her lap. As you bent down to pick up your coin bag, a thought popped into your head. “So what did the enforcers do when they heard that?”

“Apologized before running off brighter red than even you get.”

You both had a good chuckle at that.

“Serves them right, nosy fuckers,” you laughed.

That was how most of your subsequent games played out over the following few weeks. The two of you stealthily colluded and cheated your way through each match. Occasionally a fight broke out, usually involving someone calling you out on cheating, but the two of you easily brought each one to an end, and never had either of you actually been caught. But one thing that did take place after each and every game was you two fucking each other’s brains out. Sometimes you made it back to the privacy of your shared place, but more often than not you two did the deed right where the games took place.

And the two of you milked damn near every man and woman of the Undercity dry. To the point you two had to be one of the richest in all of Zaun. Or at least the Lanes. So without any further competition in the depths of the Undercity, you and Ran came up with a new plan.

Piltover.

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[abitohoney]

Bend and Break (Not Just the Rules)

Chapter 3 of 5 - Bring the Walls Down AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5

Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Modern AU, College/University AU, Professor Sevika, Student Reader, Humor, Porn With Plot, Eventual Smut, Teacher-Student Relationship, a lot of this is probably super cliché and a bit silly, but I don’t give two shits cause it’s fucking hot and funny, Drinking, Masturbation, Smoking, Teasing, Size Difference, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Sub Reader, Light BDSM, Impact Play, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, (yes I like the emotional whiplash of both kinks), Vaginal Fingering, Strap-Ons, Orgasm Delay, Choking, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Aftercare

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: When a hot professor in your field of study enters your radar, you’re quick to jump at the opportunity to get closer by taking her class. Temptations eventually lead the two of you to bend and break more than just the rules.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3. Trying to catch up here.

After waking up completely sober the following day, what little regret you held for your inappropriate advances the night prior had been squashed by your determination to win your professor over. By the next class, you had already set your plan in motion to do exactly that. Not a wild approach though. You started slow, showing up in a slightly more revealing outfit than usual and your hair and makeup done a little nicer. Just a subtle change, so as to not look as obviously desperate for her recognition as you really were. Unfortunately, it appeared to have been a bit too subtle.

Professor Sevika was even more stoic than usual, not paying you a lick of attention. She wouldn’t so much as spare you a passing glance or succinct reply when you greeted her in your usual chipper tone. Hell, she even refused to call on you when you raised your hand to answer her questions or ask your own. Her eyes just conveniently passed over your head, ignoring you entirely. It was as if she’d put several walls up between the two of you since that evening you attempted to kiss her. But you were bound and determined to bring those walls down, one way or another.

You continued on like that for nearly the entire week, showing up in slightly more provocative clothing each time and paying extra care to your appearance, all for naught, seemingly unnoticed by your professor. However, by the end of the week, she had finally approached you on your way out of the classroom.

“I could use your assistance this evening if you have time,” she stated, gray eyes on yours through her glasses.

You smiled up at her sweetly, feigning innocence despite your mind racing with ideas that could easily get you into trouble. “Of course. I can always make time for you, Professor.” You adjusted your hold on the books in your arms, not-so-inconspicuously pressing your arms against the sides of your chest to push your breasts up and out more for her.

Much to your disappointment, Professor Sevika’s eyes remained unflinchingly locked on yours. “Then be here by eight.”

“Yes ma'am. I…” you trailed off as she promptly strolled past you and out of the room before you could finish.

She was either in a hurry to do something before her next class, or- as far as you were concerned- she was just trying to avoid you and your attempts to garner her attention.

She wouldn’t be able to hide from you later that night though.

You arrived on campus early to assist Professor Sevika, hoping to get some time to observe her as she finished teaching her last class. You were surprised, however, to find her leaning against the brick wall several feet off the path to the back entrance of the engineering building.

It was dark where she stood, just outside the glow of the nearest lamppost, and had it not been for her bringing a lighter to her face to light a cigarillo, you would not have even realized it was her.

You stopped in your tracks and watched her, mesmerized, as the flame danced near her mouth. It reflected off her glasses and painted her rich, brown skin in an orange glow. She hadn’t noticed you yet, her attention on the task at hand.

So that was why she smelled of warm spices and smoke.

What you would have given to smell her again, to bury your face in her neck, or her dark hair, or her chest. As your mind started to wander, you automatically changed course and headed in her direction.

It wasn’t until she’d tucked her lighter away in those tight slacks of hers that she finally took notice of your approach. Her brows raised momentarily, seemingly taken back by your sudden appearance, or maybe even feeling as if she’d been caught doing something she didn’t want you to see.

“Evening, Professor Sevika,” you greeted with a sweet smile when you came to stand at her side. You realized, now that you were close enough, that she wore a dark leather jacket over her blouse.

As if she couldn’t get any fucking hotter.

“You’re early,” she mumbled around her cigarillo.

Your gaze fell to her dark lips as they moved. “You’ve said that before,” you replied playfully, recalling she’d said the same exact thing on your first day of class.

She huffed a laugh, nostrils flaring and blowing tiny plumes of smoke from her nose.

That drew your attention away from her mouth temporarily and you watched the smoke curl and twist as it rose higher before finally disappearing completely.

“Don’t you have a class right now?” you asked. You took in a deep breath, reveling in the scent. Clearly, that was where most of her scent came from. That lovely mix of warm spices. And you realized then, there was a hint of vanilla too. Your attention dropped back to where her lips wrapped around the cigarillo.

“Test day. Ended early,” she replied bluntly. Apparently noticing how transfixed you were on her mouth, she raised a brow. “Does this bother-”

“Can I have a hit?” you interrupted without thinking, too lost in thoughts about her mouth. If she wouldn’t allow a kiss, maybe you could have something else intimately related to one.

Her brows furrowed, clearly caught off guard by your request. “You sure about that, sweetheart? This is strong.”

Keep calling me sweetheart like that and I’ll be sure about anything you want.

“Yea.”

She hesitated briefly, eyes scanning the area before finally plucking it from her mouth and passing it to you, smoke billowing from the corner of her mouth and away from you.

You barely contained your coy little smile when you smoothly let your fingers brush over hers to take the cigarillo from her. Narrowed gray eyes met yours suspiciously, but you were certain you played it cool enough to make it look arguably accidental.

“Thanks,” you said softly before bringing the wet end to your lips.

Gods, did it taste just as you expected. Very similar to how she smelled. Warm, spicy, smoky, strong, and just a tad sweet. Your eyes fluttered shut as you imagined her lips were pressed to yours instead of the brown paper of her smoke.

Alright, be cool. Don’t mess this up.

You took a long, slow drag and held it in just briefly. Unfortunately, that was where your suave move ended. Before you could even pull the cigarillo from your mouth to expel the smoke, you began coughing and sputtering as your throat burned.

Your eyes blurred as unshed tears filled them. Blindly, you managed to hand the cigarillo back to your professor while simultaneously coughing into your other arm like a fucking inexperienced idiot, which, in all honestly, you were. Whatever she was smoking packed more of a punch than you were prepared for and you were starting to wonder if it was something more than just a cigarillo. Probably needed to be considering how much she seemed to hate all her students. Except you.

When your throat and eyes finally cleared enough to regain your composure, you rather reluctantly raised your gaze to meet your professor’s. She was watching you with a raised brow and barely contained amusement, her lips curled up at one corner.

“Told you it was strong, sweetheart.”

Had anyone else spoken to you with that kind of snark, you would have had a few choice words and maybe a little something more, but coming from Professor Sevika, especially when followed up by that damn knee-weakening pet name, you’d let her have fun at your expense any day.

“Yeah. You weren’t kidding,” you laughed awkwardly and turned to glance toward the entrance, hoping to hide the way your cheeks burned hot enough that they very well could glow red.

You wrapped your arms across your chest, running your hands up and down the sides of your arms as the chilly night air raised goosebumps on your exposed skin. You were beginning to think that your plan to wear such a flimsy top and shorts was not your best idea. Though, in your defense, you hadn’t intended to spend this much time standing around outside.

“The classroom is unlocked if you want to go inside and wait,” she said quietly.

You turned back to her in surprise and realized she was watching you attempt to warm yourself. Hell if you were about to leave her though. You were finally starting to chip away at that first wall. She was acknowledging you again, even talking- albeit in her typical short and blunt manner. “Oh no. I’m alright. I’ll keep you company,” you insisted with a smile.

“Suit yourself,” she murmured before taking another drag.

The two of you stood in silence for a while. She seemed comfortable doing so, simply staring off into the distance as she slowly smoked. You, however, were terribly uncomfortable in the awkward quietness, not to mention terribly cold. At least until Professor Sevika decided to take care of that for you herself.

“Here. Take this,” she insisted, shrugging her jacket off her shoulders.

Your body stiffened, heart racing as she not only brought her jacket to you, but also draped it over your shoulders, warm fingertips subtly ghosting along your neck. Suddenly, your entire upper half was wrapped in a bone-melting warmth and your head was invaded with the potent scent of her. That warmth spread clear up your neck and across your cheeks, only this time it was not from embarrassment. You peered up at her, feeling terribly small as she stood so close to you. Her expression was unreadable, but the way she paused, for just the tiniest moment, and let her eyes meet yours, convinced you she was having conflicting thoughts.

Good.

“Thank you,” you said softly, but instantly regretted it, as that seemed to knock her out of whatever thoughts she was having and she put some distance between you again.

She gave you a short hum in response and the two of you went silent again. Despite having maybe not made the best decisions the other night, you still would have killed for at least a fraction of that liquid courage again. To ask the hundreds of questions that plagued your mind.

At least you had the comfort of her jacket wrapped around you though. And with every single breath you took, you could smell her.

By the time Professor Sevika had finished her smoke and the two of you made your way into her classroom, you were feeling a bit more confident. Maybe it was from the single hit you took, or maybe it was how relaxed, warm, and fuzzy you felt wrapped in her coat, but you immediately took to asking what she’d like you to assist with, but in a less than academically appropriate way.

“So… what can I do for you tonight?” you asked as you followed her to the desk, tone taking on more than just a hint of flirtation.

She either didn’t catch it, or chose not to acknowledge it. “You can help me by grading this homework,” she said as she took a seat and pulled out several folders from her briefcase. She handed one to you, which you took, but not without first hesitating, hoping she would spare you a glance now that you were in the light of the classroom, and notice your appearance.

You had done your hair and makeup extra nice that night and wore a very pretty top paired with cute shorts, all with the intention of catching her eye. Unfortunately, it seemed that wall remained untouched. Still, not a problem. You’d just have to make yourself more noticeable. She was bound to look at some point. So rather than taking a seat at one of the student tables, you grabbed the closest chair and pulled it up beside her desk, making sure you sat such that your exposed legs were well within her view.

She didn’t immediately notice your presence as she pulled out a thermos from her bag on the floor, but the moment she sat it on her desk, she quirked a brow at the homework you had placed beside her own pile of papers.

“Is it okay if I work here with you?” you asked with feigned innocence as you deliberately uncrossed and recrossed your legs.

Bingo!

The little flit of her gaze down to your legs and back up to your eyes was not quick enough for you to miss, nor was the way her pupils dilated behind her glasses.

Those glasses. Those fucking glasses. Both a gift to your gay little heart, and the bane of your existence. They made an already gorgeous woman that much more appealing, but they also got to sit on that beautiful face all damn day, while you could only dream of doing the same.

You broke away from her gaze to observe her nose. Another feature that only drove your mind further down the same gutter. It was on the larger side, but in the best way. Fit her face perfectly. Cute, kissable, and undeniably perfect for riding.

“Fine.”

That short reply knocked you from your thoughts, and you’d almost forgotten what you’d even asked her.

That’s right. You’d asked if you could sit with her. Would rather sit on her though.

Her tone was stoic and unreadable, so you tried to read her expression instead, only to find her turning to her bag again to retrieve a small flask that she then popped open and poured into her thermos. She side-eyed you as you watched with blatant curiosity, but she said nothing and took a long drink of the mixed liquids.

Something told you that was not just coffee or tea. And considering her other habit you learned of that night, you were pretty sure you had a good idea what it was.

“You’re drinking while working? On campus?” you asked softly, as if someone else could hear despite the fact that your professor had been the only other person you had run into in or around the building that late.

“Guess this makes us even, hm?” she asked, raising her brow in a challenge.

Your eyes went wide for a moment at that snarky comment, but then you caught how the corner of her mouth tugged into a smirk.

She was fucking teasing you!

You grinned wide at that realization. “I suppose you’re right,” you admitted with a playful lilt.

She hummed in response before handing you a red pen and starting to go through her own pile of papers.

The two of you worked in silence for a while.

Grading the homework was unfortunately incredibly boring. Almost mindless with how easy it was. Soon enough, your thoughts started wandering again. Your gaze was drawn to Professor Sevika’s lips again as she took another drink.

“So is there something in particular you fancy in your drinks?” you questioned.

Without regarding you, she hesitated, her red pen pausing in its marking. You thought for a moment she would simply brush off your question. It wasn’t really appropriate between a teacher and their student. But then again, you were pretty sure nothing going through either of your heads would be deemed ‘appropriate’.

“Whiskey. With vanilla.”

Vanilla.

That was the second time that night you’d noted she liked vanilla, so you programmed that useful tidbit into the memory banks for later use.

“Sounds delicious,” you murmured, gaze locked on her lips as she brought the thermos to her mouth again.

“I suppose you want to try this too,” she asked. Though her tone was impassive, her tiny lopsided grin said she was amused.

“Please?”

To your surprise- and delight- she passed the container to you without further question. You took the opportunity to turn the simple task of tasting it into a scene, complete with licking your lips before pressing the rim against the pout of them, your eyes fluttering closed, and releasing a low, soft, and very suggestive moan as you took a sip. It burned your throat much like the cigarillo had, but at least you had managed to take it smoothly, without so much as a flinch.

The theatrics ended up pleasantly worth it, because as you opened your eyes, you found a pair of intense, stormy gray eyes locked on yours. She said nothing, but she didn’t have to. You could see the desire. The way her eyes narrowed, her nostrils flared, and her grip on the pen threatened to snap it in two. Hell, you swear you could even feel it. The tension in the air was palpable. And gods did you want to just have her bend you over the desk and fuck you right there.

“Delicious indeed,” you said in a sultry tone when you finally handed the drink back to her.

She said nothing, took the drink, and returned to grading her pile of papers, but you saw how she damn near tore through the sheets with how hard she dragged her pen across them.

Just as planned.

The two of you worked through the remainder of the papers quietly again, but this time you were more than comfortable just sitting there thinking about your tiny victories, and your assured future ones. Not to mention sneaking quick little inhales of her coat collar.

If she tastes even half as good as she smells...

When it finally came time to leave that night, you were tempted to ask if you could keep her jacket, but opted to accept what progress you'd made that night and just hand it back. Though not without first working a bit more of your charm.

At the door to the classroom, you turned to Professor Sevika with a saccharine smile. “Thank you for letting me borrow your jacket. That was very kind of you.”

Though she did not offer you a reply, you were certain it was only because she didn’t trust herself to speak without giving away the desire that burned beneath that hard exterior.

“May I?” you asked as you slipped the jacket off and held it up to her, offering to help her put it on.

She hesitated, eyeing you suspiciously, but eventually gave in and turned to allow your assistance.

You had to stretch on your tiptoes to get the jacket clear up to her shoulders, but it worked in your favor. As you lowered yourself, you let your hands drag down along her arms for 'stability', reveling at the feeling of all that muscle beneath. Temptation nearly had you squeezing her bulging biceps, but you managed to reign yourself in, keeping your intentional touches less... obvious.

She slowly turned to face you again, and you could have sworn that even behind those glasses you could see the hunger in her eyes.

“Goodnight, Professor,” you said, tone honeyed and suggestive. You didn’t give her a chance to reply, knowing full well she wouldn’t anyway, and strode out the door wearing a broad smile.

You showed up to class the following evening early as usual, but instead of donning your typical attire, you strode in wearing a snug tank top and tiny shorts that left very little to the imagination.

Much to your chagrin, Professor Sevika did not immediately take notice, even as you made sure to make enough noise to announce your presence. So you took your time getting to your seat and greeted her as you always did.

“Evening, Professor Sevika.”

Nothing. Not so much as a glance. Not even one of her typical murmured single-word replies or hums of acknowledgment. Apparently she had put that damn wall back up. Maybe simply because she was in the presence of others, but no matter. It wouldn’t be a problem. You came prepared with a backup plan.

The moment one of your male classmates took his seat at the opposite end of your table, you sauntered over, face adorned with a flirty smile. He didn’t seem to sense you coming, his attention on his phone until you leaned the backs of your exposed thighs against the table beside him.

His eyes flit from the pair of legs that entered his periphery to your face, his expression twisted in confusion.

“Hey…” you trailed off for a moment, realizing you had no fucking clue what this guy's name even was, “...you. How are you?”

He shifted nervously in his chair and his gaze dropped back to his phone. “Oh. Uh- fine. I guess.”

How… interesting.

You internally rolled your eyes at his boring response and glanced over your shoulder toward your professor, who, unfortunately, was still far too interested in whatever she had going on her laptop. You turned your attention back on your classmate and hoisted yourself up onto the edge of the table. Your leg brushed alongside his arm- intentionally. That garnered a similar reaction from both of you, only for entirely different reasons. He shivered, seemingly in excitement at the contact, while you shivered in disgust. It would be worth it though, you reminded yourself. Professor Sevika had to notice at some point. She'd have to see how close you were to him. How excited he was. How flirty you were. The contact.

“So how are you liking your courses so far this semester?” you asked, still feigning a tone of interest. You really couldn’t give two shits about this boy, but neither he nor your professor needed to know that.

“It’s- it’s nice. Real nice,” he stammered, his throat bobbing when his gaze fell on the point where his arm touched your leg.

Good god, why did you have to pick this dweeb to pull this on? You released a flirty laugh, ignoring how confused he looked at your reaction. It wasn’t even for him. Another glance over your shoulder and you finally caught her.

Professor Sevika’s gray eyes fell on you and your classmate, but only for the briefest moment before she slowly shook her head and returned to her work. It wasn’t quite what you were hoping for. You wanted her to make eye contact with you, but that would have to wait for another day, as the rest of the class started filing in.

“Well, let me know if you ever need any help studying,” you said loudly with a fake smile before pushing yourself off the table and making your way to your seat.

And that was how much of the remaining semester went with Professor Sevika. It was a bit like a game of tug of war, or more like who can break or rebuild faster. You’d make some progress when meeting as her assistant, slowly chipping away at those stony walls of hers, only for her to put them right back up during the following class. But with each passing evening you spent alone with her, you could feel the increasing tension. Like her resolve was ever so slowly breaking. And even during class, when she’d catch you blatantly flirting with your fellow student, you knew behind that look of mock disgust and disappointment, that she was feeling the heat of jealousy, of the desire to claim you. It was just a matter of time before you would completely bring the walls down.

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