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Quivering Dance

Relationships : Sevika x Reader Characters : Sevika, Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Tags : Smut, Light Dom/sub, Strap-Ons, Vibrators, bottom reader, Top Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), bottom sevika, Light Sadism, Overstimulation, top reader Chapters : 2 (both chapters in this post - reversed POV) Words : 1,531

Summary:

Chapter 1. How about reverse cowgirl Reader? Chapter 2. How about reverse cowgirl Sevika?

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CHAPTER 1 : Bottom Reader

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You have been at it for a while now.

You came home only to find her on the bed, propped up on the pillows against the headboard, a saccharine smile on her face as she was lying down naked and harnessed with her favorite hexstrap. One hand behind her head, the other stroking the strap and coating it with lube, the bottle forgotten beside her.

Your mouth agape as you took in the scene in front of you, already knowing what was about to happen. She caught your roaming eyes and a nod towards her lap was enough to pull you from the stupor she inflicted upon you. Hurriedly, you undressed yourself as you were making your way towards her. You reached the bed and crawled to her, put one leg over her and straddled her, both of you holding each other's eyes through it all.

The hand behind her head reached for your cheek to pull you in for a chaste kiss. The hand on her strap lifted to touch your pussy and found you already wet. You gasped an exhale in her mouth and pushed down on her hand with your whole body.

"Turn around baby, I want to see your back dance."

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You have been at it for a while now.

She could feel you through your touch. You were leaning forward, balanced by your hands on her legs and fingers digging into each muscled thigh. Your feet resting behind you, beside her torso, tapping at her body with each tremble, the hair on your legs tickling her skin.

She could feel you through her touch. Her hands roaming, from the backs of your spread thighs, to the meat of your ass, to your lower back where sweat was gathering, to your shoulder blades where muscles quaking beneath.

You could feel her eyes on you, her gaze transfixed by what was connecting you. With every forward move you made you were leaving behind a strap coated with your cum, only to push back and feel it buried inside you again, filling you, opening you up and making you momentarily shake above her, repeating your quivering dance.

She could hear your heavy breathing, she could hear your every movement, betrayed by gasps, moans, pleas, inhales and belated exhales.

"Do it, please, make me come."

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You have been at it for a while now.

There was a reason this was her favorite strap. Despite her desire to keep reverently experiencing what was unfolding all around her, she wanted to bring you over the edge you were teetering on, as a testament of her worship.

So she pushed the button at the base of the strap. The moment both of your ears picked the vibration, it was immediately drowned by your whines and cries. No longer able to keep the balance on your hands, you doubled over, your forehead resting against her leg.

She lost sight of your back, but was presented with a much better view of your connection. She couldn't help but feed her selfishness as her hands gripped your asscheeks, thumbs placed on each fold, spreading them, opening you up only for her to see, your movements never ceasing, your hips never stop canting, your walls never stop clenching, your cum never stop flowing.

“So wet for me.”

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You have been at it for a while now.

Your hips kept moving and kept chasing, the pleasure making you lose your rhythm, so she grabbed you by the hips and every time you moved away she pulled you back harder and deeper against her. It would not be long.

Another push of the button at the base was all it took.

Your feet lifted off the bed, knees pushing harder against the mattress. Your arms snaked to the back of her legs, hands gripping hard at the meat of her calves. Your whole body shaking on her lap. Your mouth open and teeth holding onto her leg where she could feel your breath warming her skin. Your heavy exhales filled her ears. Your wet folds quivering around her still vibrating strap, your thighs pushing against her, unable to close, while cum was dripping down your pussy and coating her own thighs.

“My good girl.”

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She can't turn it off, not yet, she is selfish. She will keep you there, with demanding hands on your hips. She will keep it on, see you shiver and quake trying to run away from her. She will see you leaking more on her strap until she hears your signal by the snap of your fingers.

"That's it, beautiful."

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CHAPTER 2 : Bottom Sevika

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You have been at it for a while now.

She came home only to find you on the bed, propped up on the pillows against the headboard, a saccharine smile on your face as you were lying down naked and harnessed with your favorite hexstrap. One hand behind your head, the other stroking the strap and coating it with lube, the bottle forgotten beside you.

Her mouth agape as she took in the scene in front of her, already knowing what was about to happen. You caught her roaming eyes and a nod towards your lap was enough to pull her from the stupor you inflicted upon her. Hurriedly, she undressed herself as she was making her way towards you. She reached the bed and crawled to you, put one leg over you and straddled you, both of you holding each other's eyes through it all.

The hand behind your head reached for her cheek to pull her in for a chaste kiss. The hand on your strap lifted to touch her pussy and found her already wet. She gasped an exhale in your mouth and pushed down on your hand with her whole body.

"Turn around baby, I want to see your back dance."

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You have been at it for a while now.

You could feel her through her touch. She was leaning forward, balanced by her hands on your legs and fingers digging into each thigh. Her feet resting behind her, beside your torso, tapping at your body with each tremble, the hair on her legs tickling your skin.

You could feel her through your touch. Your hands roaming, from the backs of her spread thighs, to the meat of her ass, to her lower back where sweat was gathering, to her shoulder blades where muscles quaking beneath.

She could feel your eyes on her, your gaze transfixed by what was connecting you. With every forward move she made she was leaving behind a strap coated with her cum, only to push back and see it buried inside her again, filling her, opening her up and making her momentarily shake above you, repeating her quivering dance.

You could hear her heavy breathing, you could hear her every movement, betrayed by gasps, moans, pleas, inhales and belated exhales.

"Do it, please, make me come."

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You have been at it for a while now.

There was a reason this was your favorite strap. Despite your desire to keep reverently experiencing what was unfolding all around you, you wanted to bring her over the edge she was teetering on, as a testament of your worship.

So you pushed the button at the base of the strap. The moment both of your ears picked the vibration, it was immediately drowned by her whines and cries. No longer able to keep the balance on her hands, she doubled over, her forehead resting against your leg.

You lost sight of her back, but were presented with a much better view of your connection. You couldn't help but feed your selfishness as your hands gripped her asscheeks, thumbs placed on each fold, spreading them, opening her up only for you to see, her movements never ceasing, her hips never stop canting, her walls never stop clenching, her cum never stop flowing.

“So wet for me.”

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You have been at it for a while now.

Her hips kept moving and kept chasing, the pleasure making her lose her rhythm, so you grabbed her by the hips and every time she moved away you pulled her back harder and deeper against you. It would not be long.

Another push of the button at the base was all it took.

Her feet lifted off the bed, knees pushing harder against the mattress. Her arms snaked to the back of your legs, hands gripping hard at the meat of your calves. Her whole body shaking on your lap. Her mouth open and teeth holding onto your leg where you could feel her breath warming your skin. Her heavy exhales filled your ears. Her wet folds quivering around your still vibrating strap, her thighs pushing against you, unable to close, while cum was dripping down her pussy and coating your own thighs.

“My good girl.”

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You can't turn it off, not yet, you are selfish. You will keep her there, with demanding hands on her hips. You will keep it on, see her shiver and quake trying to run away from you. You will see her leaking more on your strap until you hear her signal by the snap of her fingers.

"That's it, beautiful."

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Do you think that fat girls can still be hot?

Spoiler alert: fat girls have always been hot, and fat girls are always going to be hot.

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i’m at a party right now and i heard someone on a walkie talkie and i turned around and it’s a mom who left her kids home on their own for the first time ever (they’re old enough) and they live a few houses down so she gave them a walkie talkie to call her if they get nervous. they just walkietalkied her for permission to eat ice cream

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Whatever Feels Right

Chapter 4 / 4 - Reality

Relationships : Sevika x Reader Characters : Sevika, Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Tags : Kissing, Making Out, Nipple Play, Biting, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Body Worship, Nudity, Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, Aftercare, Gentle Kissing, Undressing, Licking, Foreplay, First Time, bottom reader, Virgin Reader, Anxiety, Soft Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Angst, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Panic Attacks, Awkward Conversations, Angst and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort Chapters : 4 ( 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ) Words : 17,331

Summary:

What about your first time with Sevika?

CONTENT WARNING: This fic is about an inexperienced reader and the need to stop during her first time, since she’s not ready. Chapter 4 is where some second thoughts are expressed and some anxiety-heavy stuff and panic, but Sevika is a thoughtful lover, so everything is fine.

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What the hell.

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She was now below your navel, kissing and nipping at the swell of your stomach, her arms resting over your thighs and her hands gripping at your hips, your legs open for her to lie between them. You could feel her palms over the sides of your underwear, and her fingers just above them, burning your skin where they were touching.

And with every other nip and lick and open-mouthed kiss she would move just a little lower. And with every little bit of distance that she was closing, you could feel your heart rate increasing, and your breathing becoming faster.

Is this happening?

Your nerves were once again back. But the feeling was different from your previous overwhelming excitement.

This is happening.

Her fingers were now hooked at the sides of your underwear.

S-shit.

You could feel the catch in your breath from your sharp inhale and the tightening of your stomach.

Calm down.

You tried taking a deep breath, your chest rising and expanding, and suddenly you were reminded of your exposed breasts, wet nipples cooling uncomfortably.

I’m okay.

You tried pressing your forearms harder against your eyes.

It’s gonna be okay.

You tried calming yourself down. You wanted this. You loved her and you wanted to share this with her. Everything she was doing to you was amazing.

She knows what she’s doing.

You tried to focus on her thumbs, now smoothing gentle circles over the fabric and whatever skin of your hips they could reach.

She's done this before.

But you haven't.

But I haven't.

The position of your forearms over your eyes allowed for each hand to grip at your elbows, so you tried once again to calm yourself by holding on tighter.

I’m okay.

Her mouth reached the seam of your last clothing barrier and started to pepper little kisses from left to right and you would occasionally feel teeth grazing your skin.

That's okay.

You remembered that you asked for her teeth a few minutes ago, but now they didn’t bring goosebumps like before.

"Can I take this off?" Even her soft voice would have startled you, if not for all the loud thoughts occupying your mind. You felt her chin touching your lower stomach, just above your panties, and moving. It was obvious that she had lifted her head to look at you and ask for your permission.

N-not yet.

She gripped a little harder at where she was holding onto your underwear, as if to get a reaction from you, to spur you on.

No.

You inhaled, held your breath, clenched your stomach and your hips jerked and instinctively pulled away.

Fuck!

And then you felt her hands starting to lose their grip on you.

No, I can keep going.

You tried to lift your hips towards her, to make her continue what she was doing.

I can fix this.

"Baby?" Her hands were now gone and you felt her weight starting to shift from where she was resting between your legs.

You swallowed hard.

I need a minute.

"Keep going." You answered, trying not to let your voice betray your anxiety. Your forearms were still covering your eyes and your fingertips had turned white from where you were holding your elbows.

"Are you okay?" You heard the worry in her voice, and you held your breath again, not trusting yourself to speak.

And then she was gone.

You felt her rising, no longer between your legs, but rather to her previous position, straddling a thigh without touching you, and you immediately exhaled through your nose, relief at your newfound sliver of freedom.

Her metal hand once again was placed near your head at your right, although a little further away than before. You didn’t feel her right hand anywhere, not even the mattress shifting from its weight, so she must have had it hovering somewhere.

"Please, look at me." You heard her soft voice right above you, speaking calmly at you.

I'm sorry.

You fucked up. You took it this far only to back down. Why was she so calm? Why wasn’t she mad? She was always so gentle with you and so mindful and you loved her for it. But how would you know that you were wrong when she would always talk softly at you and never get angry or raise her voice? You sure as hell watched her do it to other assholes.

"I'm sorry." You whispered. Your voice so small that you thought she wouldn't catch it. But of course she did.

"What? No, baby, please look at me." That soft voice again, albeit a little hurried.

Why are you so nice?

You were wrong though, right? She should be mad, right?

You didn't dare move or speak.

"I'm gonna touch your hand, okay?"

Her touch, you loved her touch, you would always surrender to it. You did just a few moments ago. You wanted to surrender further to her. But you got overwhelmed. The feeling was too new and it came too fast. But that shouldn't matter, right? She was with you, it should be fine. You shouldn't feel this way, right? You wanted this. Right? You know you wanted this.

But now she was asking for your permission again. For just your hand. And now that there wasn't even a sliver of contact between the two of you, you wanted something to ground you. You wanted her. You missed her touch. Gods, you loved her touch.

So you took a shaky deep breath through your nose and you nodded.

You felt a gentle warm hand caressing the back of yours with a thumb, and you immediately exhaled in relief and relaxed your grip on your elbow. You allowed her to pull it away and place it on the bed with slow movements. She repeated the same with your other hand, coaxing your arm away from your eyes. And now you were lying down, sprawled on the bed, half naked underneath her, not daring to open your eyes. You even squeezed them harder for good measure.

"Baby, look at me." Suddenly you felt that warm hand cradling your face.

"Please?" A thumb stroking your cheek.

Your initial thought was to pull away, but you couldn't. You wanted her touch. But why was it so difficult to accept it a few seconds ago? As soon as you heard her begging again you knew you had lost the game. Anyone who would dare to hear her begging would be dead by their next sentence. But not you. Not only were you the only one to hear her beg, you were also the one that her plea was directed to.

She allowed herself to be vulnerable with you, for you to see her hidden, softer side. It was only fair to let her know you heard her. So you brought your left hand to grip around her wrist and opened your eyes, letting her see them welling up.

You were expecting a serious, angry, mad and annoyed face above you for the inconvenience you caused.

Why am I thinking this way?

But what you were met with was just calm relief, worried eyes and a soft smile.

"There you are." She softly spoke.

"I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?" She ignored your whispered apologies.

"Y-yeah, I don’t know, I'm s-sorry, I-'' You closed your eyes again, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill, and you tried a controlled inhale, while squeezing her wrist. You brought your right hand to grip at her forearm for good measure, not sure if it was for you to ground yourself or for her to not leave you.

“I’m here, baby, it’s okay, breathe.”

So you did.

You tried to focus on her touch, on her thumb smoothing circles on your cheek, under your eye, collecting any betraying tears. You tried to focus on the rest of her fingers, scratching and soothing every little spot they could reach behind your ear. You tried to focus on her, a rock above you, always ready to protect you, a blanket of comfort hovering, not at all imposing, even now after what transpired. You tried to focus on where your hands were touching her, your grip still insistent as you were trying to calm your breaths.

“Everything is fine, take your time.”

No.

You shouldn’t take your time. You caused enough drama, so you just had to hurry this up and calm down so you both could finally call it a day and move on. You couldn’t even dare to think what she might be thinking. She always had to stop during any heated make-out sessions with you because you couldn’t keep up and chickened out. Certainly no one working in the brothels would act like this. They could give her what she wanted. They could be there for her instead of you. They could make her feel good and treat her like she deserved, since you were unable to. You have heard all the rumors about Sevika and you always feared that you couldn’t provide what she was used to.

“Baby?”

Your mind was getting foggy, and the overthinking was making it harder for you to focus. You felt as if you were underwater, only buzzing in your ears instead of her voice, only numbing in your hands instead of her.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy.”

You suddenly felt the hand on your face more insistent, trying to get your attention, and the abrupt movement thankfully made you jerk and fly your eyes open. It only took a second to grasp at what was happening. You realized that you were still gripping at her, but now the force of your grasp was making your hands and arms tremble. You felt dried paths at the sides of your face where tears escaped from the corners of your eyes and made their way to the mattress. You also felt a heavy knot in your chest, and you caught yourself holding a breath that was begging to be released.

“Easy there, baby, relax and breathe for me.”

From the second you were pulled from your spiraling thoughts, you were frantically trying to look everywhere you could, eyes searching with no clue where to land. But the moment you heard her speak, as if on autopilot, you turned to look at her. That was the power she held over you, even when you were not entirely present. You would always go to her, and as soon as your eyes met, you took in her furrowed brows and her intense and worried expression, which it was clear that she was trying, and failing, to hide, for your sake, to not further alarm you.

“Good, now breathe.” Her thumb once again started to stroke your cheek.

“Please.” Not but a moment later.

Another plea from her, intended only for you, and you could only obey.

So you forced that breath out, albeit in a few shaky parts and gasps. But as soon as it was out, the knot in your chest lessened, and you felt confident to start breathing again.

“That’s it, just like any other time.” The relief in her voice was evident.

Just like any other time indeed. There were a few times when you got overwhelmed and needed some guidance to come back to yourself, and she was always there to help. Although today it was different, how could it not be, and how could you know. Should you know?

You felt yourself starting to spiral again, so you closed your eyes, eyelids impossibly tight and tried to take a deep breath hoping it would be enough to keep you focused.

“Just keep breathing, okay?”

You felt your breaths coming easier.

“I’m here, I promise.”

You felt your face relaxing.

“You’re doing great, baby.”

You felt your grip on her loosening to just a gentle hold.

“That’s my good girl, stay with me.”

So with her soothing words and gentle touch you managed to calm yourself. Or better, she managed to calm you down. Was she even aware of the extent of her power over you?

And then, after minutes that felt like hours, you finally felt confident to open your eyes.

And the soft relieved smile that you were met with only made you respond with your own sad one, but a smile nonetheless.

“Hey there. How are you feeling?” She asked with expectant eyebrows.

“I'm…” You didn’t know how to respond, and your answer fell short.

And then you took in your state of undress and instinctively you released her forearm and brought your right hand over your exposed chest, trying to cover yourself, with the feeling of embarrassment looming, making you once again unable to look up at her.

“I’m…” You repeated, not knowing what you wanted to say, just to fill the silence around you.

If you were to look up you would see Sevika doing a double take, realizing what you needed in the blink of an eye, and the anxiety all over her face for the second it took her to formulate her hasty plan to help you.

“I’m coming back in a second, okay?”

She once again tried to get your attention with her warm hand against your cheek and searched your eyes, but you still didn’t dare look up. You could only nod and release her wrist from your grip, which earned you another gentle thumb stroke.

“I promise.”

You just nodded again. She was a woman of her word. She never once broke a promise to you. Since she promised, she was coming back.

You felt the mattress shift and you saw her standing up and going over to your shared dresser. And only now you realized that she was still naked. She was naked above you the whole time while she was calming you down and only now your brain managed to register the details of what had transpired. It would be scary, it was scary, but the fact that it was her here with you made that thought bearable. So you just let your head fall back, squeezed your eyes shut and took another deep calming breath to try and piece together all the little things that happened.

You could hear the comforting shuffling of clothes, a drawer opening and closing, then footsteps getting closer. You now had both your arms over your chest to better cover yourself and took a chance to look over at the presence approaching you. Sevika had put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt she normally used for sleeping and was holding your favorite gray fluffy blanket.

“Come here.” She said with a calm and focused expression as soon as your eyes met, and with a relaxed gesture of her hand she instructed you to sit up.

So as best as you could and to not further expose yourself, you tried to push against the mattress and sit upright. She immediately sat beside you, put the blanket over you, covering you up, and smoothed it over your shoulders and arms. You started feeling yourself again, and melting at her gentle ministrations.

“Thank you.” You said softly and let your head hang, closed your eyes and enjoyed her gently rubbing your back, over the blanket, which you pulled tighter around you, something that always calmed you down and your thoughtful girlfriend knew that.

“Feeling better?” She asked and you could feel her eyes burning a hole to the side of your head. Shit, you worried her over nothing.

Shit.

“Uh, yeah.” You answered, trying to will away your unhelpful intrusive thoughts.

“Does anything hurt?” Another check-in. How could she ever hurt you? She was always so gentle with you, and her asking only made your lips pull up in a smile.

“No, I- I’m okay.” And you took a deep breath again through your nose.

“Need some water?” She asked and before you had the time to think about your answer, she bent to the side to reach at her nightstand and pulled a water bottle from the drawer, all the while her hand never relinquishing its tether to your back.

“There.” She added as she turned back, before offering it to you.

Your eyes only opened when you felt her turning to reach for the water, and all you saw was her moving and then a metal hand offering you the now opened bottle. The moment it was in front of you, you realized how dry your mouth was and how thirsty you really felt. Of course, she was always one step ahead.

“Actually, yeah.” You said after a hard swallow, before maneuvering an arm and snaking it over the blanket to take the bottle, exposing your left shoulder.

You must have needed it more than you thought, because you managed to finish all at once what was left of it.

“Shit, thanks.” You said after you downed the whole thing and you heard a chuckle at your left, which left you confused.

“Feeling better?” Sevika added with clear amusement in her voice, which made you further furrow your brows in question and at last turn to face her.

You were not expecting her to give you a lopsided smile and expectant eyes, patiently waiting for your answer. You also could see the worry as well as the admiration in her eyes while she was looking at you.

The whole point of keeping up with the logistics of Silco’s business was to be able to negotiate and persuade people to do your bidding. And that meant for you to always be in tune with everybody’s expressions and mannerisms, to read them and make them hear the right words. And now that ability was being tested against your girlfriend, who could school her expression to not give anything away, but who would always be an open book for you to read. And that’s what she was doing right now, which only added to your confusion. Also, her warm hand still making soothing circles on your back wasn’t helping.

So in an act of frustration, you abruptly shifted in place on the bed and turned towards her, making her jerk away with a surprised look and drop her hand from your back, which you immediately missed.

“Aren’t you mad?” You asked.

“What? Should I be?” She answered, and by reading her face you could see only her confusion, which made you realize the abrupt way of your question and the fact that it came out of nowhere, in a relaxed moment and without any context, apart from whatever thoughts were swimming inside your poor mind.

Fuck.

So you pinched the bridge of your nose, and exhaled before explaining yourself.

“Look, I’m sorry, I thought you would be mad, because we were in the middle of something, and it looked like you were having fun, but we had to stop again because of me and-”

“Hey, hey, hey, stop stop.” She tried to catch your eyes and to stop your rambling but you wouldn’t have it. You needed to explain and let her know that you could stop being a burden and that you were willing to let her go if she wanted.

“Look, if you want to find someone else I-” You tried to continue.

“What? No! No, no, please stop.” She cut you off again, and now she was shifting on the bed so she could face you better.

And now you had to stop talking. You caught the hurry and the worry in her voice, and once again you heard her begging. Once again you heard her plea to you. You had to stop.

So you did.

You stopped and even dared to look in front of you, where she now was, looking at you intently with furrowed brows.

“Good, now tell me what’s wrong.” She talked slowly and as soft as she could, but you understood her need to get to the bottom of what was going on.

“We- we stopped.”

“Okay, and?” She wasn’t forceful in her questioning, just strategic, her expression calm with curious eyes.

“And aren’t you mad?” Your voice was almost pleading at this point. You wanted to make her understand, to make her see that she could do better. And the more it was taking to get the point across, the more you had to feel the unbearable heaviness of your slowly breaking heart.

“Well now I’m mad at whoever made you think that we shouldn’t stop.” She said before a sigh.

And that sigh spoke volumes. It surely reminded you both of some of your exes, or whatever information you had shared with her, mainly their insistence on the subject of sex. The fact that they were still alive was only because you were the only one that could calm Sevika down and not let her go on a rampage.

But you needn’t think about them right now, in fact it was the last thing you wanted occupying your mind. You didn’t want another reminder of you disappointing your partners, of disappointing her, so you tried to keep the conversation going and get it over with.

“Look, we both know your reputation. And what if I can’t give you what you want, or-” This time you cut yourself off. Not because of your embarrassment, which was at a record high right now, but because of the hurt you saw slowly making its way on her face. You were hurting her, which was not even on any of the lists of things you wanted to do, so you had to stop and just wait. Wait for her to hurt you back, or punch you, or kill you for what you dared to utter.

But she did none of those things.

She would never hurt you.

She just exhaled, let her shoulders fall and extended her warm hand towards you. After a few seconds of confusion you realized that she was asking for your hand, which was still over the blanket. So you obeyed and gave it to her, and as soon as you felt her touch you released a relieved sob.

You were supposed to be the brains, but it turned out you were pretty stupid.

“First of all…” She began, but she stopped to trace the back of a metal finger over your cheek and collect an errand tear.

“Did you feel good?” She continued, with a thumb starting the same soothing patterns over the back of your hand.

“Yes.” An easy answer. It was more than good. It was exciting, but tenfold. The feeling was new and amazing and you reveled in it and its intimacy, especially since she was the one you were experiencing it with.

“But at one point it didn’t, right?” Up until this point you held your head up, eyes locked with hers, but now you couldn’t take it anymore, so you opted to focus on her thumb slowly stroking your hand.

No, it didn’t.

“No, it didn’t.” And as if it was possible, her touch became more gentle as soon as she heard your whispering answer.

“And what did I tell you before we started this?”

“Umm… To tell you if it doesn’t feel right?”

“Exactly.” She doubled down with a gentle squeeze of your hand.

And only now you realized that you didn’t even tell her anything. You just froze. She was the one who caught it, again. You would always freeze up and she was there to catch you and bring you back, no matter what.

“I’m sorry.” You closed your eyes and furrowed your brows. At this point you didn’t even know what you were apologizing for.

“You don’t have to apologize.” She immediately continued. And you felt cold metal below your chin, gently moving your head up, making you open your teary eyes and look at her kind ones.

“My point is, this was about you.” She finished the sentence by emphasizing the last word and she retracted her hand, but not before smoothing the back of her cold fingers over your warm cheek again.

“This was supposed to make you feel good, and it wasn’t about you giving me what I wanted.” She was speaking softly and slowly and sternly, trying to make her point as clear as day. You could see her struggling to find the right words. Always so thoughtful for you. Always going against her nature, or the character that the harshness of Zaun made her to be.

“The moment it stops feeling good, then that is the moment to take a break.” She continued.

“I- I wanted it, I want you.” You had to let her know that it wasn’t your intention to reject her, that you still loved her.

“I love you.” You added not but a moment later and you saw her smile.

“I love you, too, baby.” She said with another gentle squeeze of her warm hand to yours.

“And I know you wanted it. It was just not the time to go all the way.” She said as she shifted closer to you on the mattress. “And it’s fine.” She searched for your eyes again.

“Okay?” She asked when she was sure she had your full attention.

“Okay.” You exhaled with a nod.

“So you’re not mad?” You added. You had to be sure.

“Can I hug you?” Her only response after a chuckle.

Gods, you missed her. Of course you would allow her to hug you, and of course she asked for your permission first, and of course she would patiently wait for you to give it to her.

So you nodded and immediately saw her shuffling forward. The positioning was a little awkward with both of you sitting facing each other, but as soon as she brought you into her arms you melted against her.

She placed her metal hand on your back, caressing you over the blanket with slow movements, while she brought her warm hand to the back of your head and guided you to the crook of her neck. As soon as you were there you closed your eyes and inhaled. Her scent was enough to make you relax, so you let her hold your weight and brought your own arm around her, to keep her there, close to you.

She held you for a while, occasionally squeezing you, as if to make sure that you knew she was still there. She held you until your breathing came back to normal, until your eyes stopped watering, until your racing thoughts died down. She helped you calm down completely with soothing circles on your back, with gentle scratches on the back of your head, with occasional kisses on the top of your head.

“So, how about some cards?” She finally broke the silence.

“Huh?” You pulled back, confused, and she loosened her hug to let you move.

“Well, it’s still early, and you have a lead of three wins over me, so I’d like to get to it at some point.” She explained.

What did your little competitive card game have to do with anything?

“There are some leftovers from Jericho’s if you're hungry.” She continued.

What brought this up out of nowhere?

“I also stole some peanuts from the bar to go with my whiskey, but I’ll let you have some.”

What?

“Or I can prepare a bath for you if you want.”

And then it clicked.

“Or we can just stay here and cuddle.”

Shit, I’m stupid.

For all your smarts, once again you proved yourself to be pretty dense. It was even worse since you would be the one to call her dense at times, after a few particularly obvious situations. Turns out it came to bite you in the ass.

You could only shake your head and laugh at the absurdity of it all.

You leaned forward with a smile to rest your forehead on her shoulder, and after a second you pulled back to see her own smile directed at you.

“So?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Cards sound good.” You told her with a smile and saw her beaming.

“Okay, I’ll go and get everything ready. Take your time.” She said and gestured with her head to the blanket.

It was clear that she wanted to give you the space and time to dress yourself without the embarrassment of her being here. But as she brought up your state of undress, embarrassment was the last thing you felt. Only the love for your girlfriend was there. Her calm demeanor, her making sure to reassure you when your mind was playing tricks on you, her thoughtfulness to keep you busy after a mentally taxing night.

So you nodded, let her steal a soft kiss on your cheek, and watched her leaving the room, but not before throwing a wink at you, making you chuckle.

You still couldn’t believe that she was yours.

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“Well, I did like how you talked to me”

“Mhmm.” The only sign that she heard you.

It had been a few games since you sat down to enjoy the rest of your night. Both of you were now relaxed and felt confident enough to discuss how the good things of the night felt to you, what you both had liked or disliked.

“With that voice.” You added while playing the card you decided was better for your turn.

“This voice, babygirl?” She made sure to bring the husk up a few notches, which made you bite your lip and shake your head.

“Yes, that voice.” You responded in a chastising manner, although your poorly concealed smile betrayed the effect that her little antic had on you.

“Well I figured.” She said with a smirk, while looking at the stack of opened cards on the table before playing her own.

“I also figured that you would like my teeth.” She looked up at you.

“Oh, Gods!” You immediately exclaimed and brought your free hand up to cover your eyes.

“What, it was sexy!”

You felt the air around you getting hotter.

“And your tits are amazing.”

You felt your ears burning up.

“And tasty.”

“Please stop.” You tried to cut her off, before leaving the cards you were holding onto the table and bringing your other hand to cover your eyes, too.

“But you’re so cute when you get embarrassed.” Oh how this woman could taunt you.

You only lowered your hands and let your eyes do the talking, while also exposing your now reddened cheeks of your face, in the sight of which she only smiled a cocky grin. Clearly, she achieved her goal with her graphic descriptions.

“Okay, okay, but I have more if you change your mind.” You heard the amusement in her voice.

“Thank you.”

“Come on, your turn.” And as if nothing had happened she turned to look at her cards, seemingly contemplating her next play.

“Give me a minute, you distracted me!” Your hand was pretty unlucky tonight, your lead was down to two wins and she was not helping at all, fucking up your concentration.

“No worries.” She just relaxed in her chair, took a bite of her food and downed a few sips of whiskey.

As you were thinking about your next card you happened to take a glimpse at her, sitting on the opposite side of the table. You caught her looking over at you, relaxed body, arms in front of her, one hand holding the cards, the other playing with her glass, calm expression, amused smile, the corners of her mouth pulling upwards just so. Your reddened cheeks had just started to cool, but as soon as you saw her looking at you, you felt them getting hot again.

“What is it?” You asked just to fill the silence.

“What else did you like?” She asked after a beat with a lopsided smile.

And once again, the cards were abandoned as you put them down and crossed your hands in front of you, in thought of what to tell her. Honestly, you liked everything she did, and she had a good feeling of what you preferred, since you had discussed boundaries for your make-out sessions. But now this conversation felt different, not in a bad way though.

“Well you do know that I like it when you are in control.” And just like that your ears started burning again.

“When you make me do things.” You added, as your mind drifted back to her forcing your mouth open, to your tongue submitting to hers, to all the times she has bitten your lip and kept you there unable to move, gasping. You tried with all your might to not lick your lips at those thoughts.

Focus.

“Do you like being in control?” You asked her this time, to try and keep the conversation going. Also, you wanted to get ahead of any taunting comments she might have prepared.

“Hmm.” She seemed to think for a second, before taking another sip of her drink, her own cards also forgotten on the table.

“I do like it.” She admitted, while looking at her almost empty drink.

“And I like that you like it, too.” Her eyes were now on yours.

“That it makes you feel good.” She continued in a soft and raspy voice.

“Okay.” You acknowledged for the sake of responding.

And then you saw her looking down at the cards, furrowing her eyebrows, chewing the inside of her cheek. You also caught the same hurt expression that crossed her face just a couple hours ago, when you were rambling about stupid things that you couldn’t even remember.

“Sevika?” The silence was deafening.

You saw her licking her lip in thought and just extending her flesh hand towards you, which you immediately took in yours, allowing her to also hold you. You wanted to let her take her time, but your impatience made you squeeze her hand, to keep her going.

She finally looked up at you with those furrowed brows and you only responded with your expectant ones. She sighed and you could swear that you felt her squeezing your hand.

“You mentioned about me finding someone else, and my reputation.” Her voice was almost pensive and you hated it. You also hated the course that this conversation could take, but you tried to keep calm and let her tell you what she wanted.

“I know people talk, and I know what many of these stories are about.” Her thumb started the same soothing motions on the back of your hand, but this time it felt more for her sake instead for yours.

“And I also understand that you may have heard some things.” And that’s when she decided to lower her head and look down at the patterns her thumb was making on your hand.

It was true. Even before coming under Silco’s employment you knew about her and her reputation. In terms of violence, by this point you were accustomed to it. You were working together after all. You’ve seen her cracking skulls and giving bruises to anyone who deserved it. But that’s not what she was referring to, and you both knew it.

She was talking about the topic on which you had almost no experience. It was also one of the reasons you tried to steer clear from her when you first got the job. Word had it then that she was the talk of the brothel. She knew what she wanted and she was really good at taking it however, whenever and from whoever she wanted, and she would fuck hard and fast and deep and rough, leaving any girl blissfully unable to walk.

She would never boast about anything, though. Her business was her business and she was ever the professional, never commenting on anything. So everyone, including you, relied only on the rumors. And often these rumors would be accompanied with words like ‘restrains’ and ‘strap-on’ and ‘spent whores’ and by very explicitly described acts.

But eventually, mutual assignments forced you two closer, and now here you were, madly in love with each other, bearing your vulnerabilities for the other to see.

And now it was her turn.

“I know some things might be scary, or-” She cut herself off this time.

She took a moment to take a deep breath and the seconds that passed felt like hours.

“I- I would never hurt you.” She just said, and this time she looked up.

“I- ” And now it was your time to see her eyes tearing up.

She opened her mouth to speak, but after a few tries she didn’t have anything to say. But that was okay. You could read everything just by looking at her eyes. It was your job after all, and she was never hiding from you.

You could see the anxiety on her face of what she had just shared, of reminding you of all the rumors that you must have heard. You could see the fear in her eyes of how you would react. Fear of bombarding you with a sensitive subject after what happened just a couple hours ago in your bedroom. You could see and feel her flesh hand, still holding yours, trembling and cold with sweat, surely adding to the fear of her losing you, of you deciding that you would be better off with a more sensitive and gentle person.

No.

You didn’t dare to believe that there was a person more gentle than her. It didn’t even cross your mind that she would knowingly hurt you. It was clear as day in your mind, the rumors didn’t scare you one bit. The only fear right now was that you wouldn’t be able to bring her back from the hurt she was feeling.

So, you left her hand and stood up, chastising yourself after seeing her wide eyes, clearly thinking that you were done with her and were ready to leave. Your only goal was to get closer to her, so you tried to remedy the hurtful implications of your actions by hurriedly walking towards her.

When you finally closed the distance, you straddled her lap, sat on top of her thighs and brought both of your hands up to smooth her hair behind her ears. After that gesture, which you only hoped that helped her calm down, you kept your hands at the sides of her face, cradling her, with your eyes never leaving her confused ones.

You opened your mouth to say something, to reassure her, to let her know that you loved her, but words were not enough to express the amount of adoration and love you had for her. So you just leaned forward, while cradling her face, and brought your soft lips together in a gentle kiss, trying to pour into it all the words that you wanted her to know.

As soon as your lips met, you felt her sharp inhale, and not but a moment later you felt her pushing up against you, reciprocating the kiss with the same gentleness, as if she was trying to make known all the thoughts you needed to hear, too.

She was the one to break the kiss. You would feel disappointed, if not for her arms coming around you, hugging you close, and her burying her face in the crook of your neck. You took advantage of your raised position on her lap and Immediately you snaked your own arms over her strong shoulders and held her, as tight as you could.

You could feel her gentle breaths on your neck, as well as her torso expanding with every inhale, and her hands caressing your back. You didn’t want to leave her embrace, you were confident she could keep you on her lap indefinitely. So you let your head fall against hers and enjoyed the moment.

Although, it didn’t feel enough. You had to find the words. So you decided to start with the most confident phrase you knew to be true.

“I love you.” You said and turned to give her a kiss on the forehead.

You heard her take a deep breath, letting it out through her nose, tickling the spot on your neck where she was nestling, before pulling back and looking up at you.

“I love you, too.” The relief in her voice couldn’t hide the still lingering worry.

So you sighed through a timid smile and brought your hands back to the sides of her face.

“Rumors are just that, rumors.” She made to lower her head, but you held her there, making her keep looking up at you and she allowed it.

“I don’t care if they are true.” She furrowed her brows at that, confused at where you were going with this.

“I trust you.” Your voice even softer now.

“And I know you would never hurt me.” You continued.

“I would never.” She immediately added, and she tried to make sure that you heard her by bringing her hands from your back to your waist and gripping a little tighter, which only made you huff a smile.

It’s true that some of these rumors scared you, and maybe that was one of the reasons you froze up tonight, or all the other times after any heated make-out. But the more you got to think about it with a clearer mind, the more you realized that you were thinking irrationally. Maybe you both tried to take your relationship to the next step without either of you being ready, ready for yourselves and for each other. Maybe you were both horny and quick to act without discussing any lingering reservations.

Gods, what a day.

“Look, clearly this is something that we should discuss.” And now it was your turn to soothe her with gentle thumbs on her cheeks. “But I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

“Me neither.” The fact that her responses were leaving her lips this fast was making your heart skip a few beats, and making you fall in love with her thoughtfulness all over again.

I love her so much.

You could only smile at this point.

“Well, we’ll see about that, once I take back my three-win lead in a few moves.” You said as you let your hands reluctantly drop from her face and onto the tops of your legs, and gestured with your head behind you, where the cards were still waiting for the two of you.

It only took a second for her dumbfounded expression to be replaced by amused realization, as soon as she managed to process your words.

“Is that so?” She finally said with a breathy chuckle.

It was clear that she was thankful for the change of conversation. You both reached your limit for tonight and really needed to end on a happy note.

“Yeap, so can you let me go?” You gestured with your hands to where she was holding your waist, and you would swear that she gripped you a little tighter, making you arch a questioning eyebrow at her.

“I don’t know, you just said that you were ready to win.” She gave you a challenging eyebrow of her own.

You shook your head in amusement, ignoring her antics, and tried to get up from where you were straddling her, only for her to pull you back down on her lap.

“Okay, that’s cheating.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

“Oh, is it?” She was such a menace.

“Clearly.” Your stern voice did nothing to wipe the smile off her face. Especially when your own smile was so poorly hidden.

“Well, you could at least say the magic word.” She said with a smirk.

Such a menace.

Since you had to say the magic word, then that’s what you would do.

So, you uncrossed your arms and brought your hands to her shoulders, gliding them towards her neck, and finally resting them on the sides of her face, cradling her once again. Then you leaned forward, brought your nose to hers, gently nudging it, and finally you let your lips hover over her own, so that you could taste the whiskey in her breath.

“Can you please let me get up so I can win this game?” You pleaded with a saccharine voice and you felt really proud of yourself when you heard her audibly swallow, before pulling back to better look at her.

And what a sight she was.

Hooded eyes, an almost open mouth, wet lips and breathing heavy.

“Anything for you, baby.” Her only husky response as she took her hands off of you.

You tried not to show your disappointment or let your resolve falter as you stood up and made your way to your chair.

As soon as you took the cards in your hands you took a glance at her, only to find her still in the same place, relaxed in her chair, hands resting at the tops of her legs, not at all moving to pick her cards up. Only tired eyes and an adoring look on her face as she was looking over at you, once again an open book for you to read.

You chuckled, tilted your head, let your shoulders fall and returned the same adoring look, before gently coaxing her to pick up her cards, and her stalling by pouring another drink and lighting a cigar.

It may have taken a few minutes to get back to your game, but those moments were worth all the wait.

You didn’t get back your three-win lead that night, but you decided that you were looking forward to all the nights with her, trying to take those wins back, with warm leftovers and strong drinks and stolen peanuts.

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i don’t think ppl who draw femme4butch art realize that femmes can be fat. and like fatter than their butches also

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Whatever Feels Right

Chapter 3 / 4 - Exploratory

Relationships : Sevika x Reader Characters : Sevika, Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Tags : Kissing, Making Out, Nipple Play, Biting, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Body Worship, Nudity, Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, Aftercare, Gentle Kissing, Undressing, Licking, Foreplay, First Time, bottom reader, Virgin Reader, Anxiety, Soft Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Angst, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Panic Attacks, Awkward Conversations, Angst and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort Chapters : 4 ( 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ) Words : 17,331

Summary:

What about your first time with Sevika?

CONTENT WARNING: This fic is about an inexperienced reader and the need to stop during her first time, since she’s not ready. Chapter 4 is where some second thoughts are expressed and some anxiety-heavy stuff and panic, but Sevika is a thoughtful lover, so everything is fine.

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"How about you lie down on the bed?"

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As if on autopilot, you took a step back, your knees hitting the edge of the bed, and you sat down. While holding her gaze, you moved backwards and lay down on the bed, elbows supporting your weight, knees loosely bent with your heels on the mattress.

Not a second later she followed after you, crawling on the bed towards you, in a way that would allow her to straddle your right thigh. And as she was moving up the bed and over you, you lowered yourself onto the mattress. With a bit of awkward maneuvering she was now hovering above you, her metal hand next to your right shoulder, holding most of her weight up, and her flesh hand close to your waist on the bed. Your right hand found its place at her side, just below her metal prosthetic, while your left was outstretched and palm down on the bed.

There still wasn’t an inch of contact between you, other than what your hand was touching. You thought again that she would never do anything without a reason, and if she were to straddle you, or force your legs apart so she could settle between them, would definitely minimize your freedom of movement by a lot. She knew you all too well by now and you were always thankful for her small displays of affection and mindfulness whenever they would happen.

"Feeling okay?"

"Y-yeah." You huffed.

Even though she was hovering over you, you didn’t feel suffocated by her. She was looking at you with a smile and a calm expression, making your breaths come a little easier. The goosebumps on her skin under your moving thumb at her side, and the feel of her frame expanding as she was breathing, were also helping to settle your nerves. You were trying to ignore at the moment the fact that she was naked. Naked above you. If you were to glance down you would see her breasts, inches away from your body. So your eyes stayed locked with hers.

"How about a few more words, baby?"

"Umm... Nervous?"

"Nervous is okay." She chuckled, making you huff a laugh, too.

"But if you're feeling uncomfortable, I need you to tell me, okay?" She added with an expectant calm smile and raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, okay." You nodded.

"This is supposed to feel good. So tell me, okay?"

"Okay."

"Can I touch you now?"

So this was happening. You were already in bed together, she was naked and you were about to be in a moment. You remembered the way she touched you a few minutes ago, the feeling of excitement bubbling up again with more force, and you felt your whole body vibrate. The thoughts of what was to come made your heart rate speed up again, after being so easily calmed by her soft words. You loved this woman and couldn't wait to share this with her, to let her guide you into another new experience. So you licked your lips and nodded your permission.

And then the hand beside your waist began to move. It closed the distance and was now on your waist. It kept moving and caressing your stomach with light touches. When you started to feel blunt nails scratching, you hummed and closed your eyes again. You felt your body involuntarily begin to roll and push up against the warmth of her hand and you could have sworn that you heard an amused hum above you. But you didn't care. The feeling was intoxicating, even more so now that you were lying down, vulnerable and pliant under your favorite person in the world.

Then that warm hand lay flat on your stomach and began to move towards the middle of your chest. You were pretty sure that Sevika could hear your heartbeat skyrocketing, and now you were absolutely certain she could feel it, too. But her hand didn’t stay there, despite your rolling body trying to follow its path. She continued past your bra, to slide higher and was now pressing down on the pillowy softness of your upper chest, before continuing to glide her blunt nails along your collarbones. You were shivering and gasping every other second, while your left hand gripped the sheets and your right at her side. You could feel her eyes on you, but you didn't dare to open your eyes.

Then those gentle fingers traced a path up your neck, from the hollow between your collarbones to your chin, and her hand cupped your jaw. You felt her thumb stroke your slightly parted lips, just before you felt her pull your bottom lip down, making you open your mouth and inhale sharply.

That’s when you decided to open your eyes. You were immediately met with an awe filled expression, and parted lips mirroring your own. You had to feel them on yours. So in an unexpected bold move you brought your outstretched left hand to the back of Sevika's neck and pulled her down.

"Kiss me." You begged.

She obeyed with such ease that you felt like you could make her do anything for you. It was a power trip, albeit a short one, because once you felt her soft lips on yours, it was game over for you. Also, the desperation in your voice was anything but dominant, but you didn’t have the mind to think about it right now. You closed your eyes and surrendered immediately, opening your mouth for her and letting her do what she knew best.

Much like your make-out sessions, your tongue was once again at the mercy of her own, exploring the inside of your mouth, and you could only moan, inhale through your nose and squeeze where your hands were holding at her neck and side. She kept cupping your jaw, but the finger that had pulled down your bottom lip, was now putting pressure on your chin, keeping your mouth open for her. Not that you’d be willing to close it anytime soon.

You can remember nights where you would sit on her lap at the booth of the bar and she would have you in a similar situation. You didn't mind then, and you most definitely don't mind now. You’d think that lying down half-naked in a vulnerable position would have you panicking and running away, but now that it was happening you felt anything but. You enjoyed her manhandling you during your make-outs, and now you absolutely loved her dominating you. The feeling was the same, but more intense and you didn't want it to end.

There was a moment when you tried to resist her hand and close your mouth. You must have managed to move your jaw half an inch before her thumb pushed it down again, opening your mouth further than where it was before. Not a fraction of a second later you felt her pushing her mouth harder against you and her tongue completely immobilizing yours. You’d swear that you’d never moaned like that before. And as an added unexpected outcome, you felt hot between your legs and instinctively tried to press them together. But her leg between them stopped you. So you returned them to their previous place on the bed and without any conscious thought you rolled your hips, looking for something that was denied from you.

Fuck

Eventually she showed mercy and withdrew her tongue from your mouth, only to continue her onslaught on your lips, moving her flesh hand back to hold onto your waist. She traced your upper lip with the tip of her tongue, just before she attacked it by enveloping it with her lips and sucking. She repeated her motion a few times, alternating between your top and bottom lip, making a mess of you beneath her, and leaving you to try and reciprocate her kissing as best you could with what little coherent mind she had left you.

Finally, it seemed that she decided to take pity on you. Her pace slowed down and she moved to place soft open-mouthed kisses on your neck. You were relaxing under her tender treatment, so you were taken by surprise when you felt her lips at the shell of your ear and heard her raspy voice.

"You're doing so good, baby."

Fucking hell

Like hell she took pity on you.

You always loved her little praises, but now it hit you like a truck and you felt a shiver traveling in waves through your entire body, from head to toe. It also made you once again roll your hips, stomach and chest. Maybe your excitement and adrenaline got the better of you, because only now did you notice her position, as your movement caused your body to make contact with hers. Apparently when you pulled her down to kiss her, and as she was now tending to your neck, she had to close some of the distance between your bodies.

You felt the give of her soft breasts against your covered ones. Of course, you felt them a few minutes ago, you experienced the weight of one of them on your palm and you got a glimpse of her reaction when you stroked her. But you wanted to feel them on your body, too. You wanted to feel those perked nipples on your skin, and you wondered how yours would feel against her.

So you untangled your left hand from her hair, placed it on her warm hand that was resting on your waist, and guided it as far up and towards your back as you could, your goal the latch of your bra.

"Take it off." You whispered.

"Please." You added a second later.

You saw her face pulling away from your neck and as soon as you saw her ready to voice her question you immediately nodded and pushed her hand a little more, leaving her speechless.

The moment you felt her hand moving to where you wanted, you pulled yours away, as well as the one that was resting at her side. You were now lying down without a tether, both hands palm-down on the mattress, trusting her completely. When her hand asked for access to your back, you arched and then you felt deft fingers unclasping your bra, her focused eyes not once leaving your own. As soon as you felt it loosen around your torso you removed it with hurried movements, tossed it on the floor and lay back down, sprawled for her.

Her metal hand had never once moved from its position next to your right shoulder, and after unclasping your bra, her right hand moved next to your other shoulder, fully encasing you below her broad frame. The distance between you was back, and you couldn't wait any longer. So you put your hands at her waist and tried to pull her down. Of course your strength was nothing compared to hers, and she flashed her all-knowing smirk at you, as she became a rock above you.

You had never undressed in front of her, and she had never seen you naked. You thought you would be too embarrassed, but right now the only thing you felt was impatience. Your previous nervousness was completely replaced by want and excitement. You couldn't wait for her to keep going.

"Please, I want to feel you." You begged and tried to pull a little harder.

Without uttering a word, you saw her smile softening, and then you felt her moving and getting closer, so you closed your eyes, exhaled and waited. Once again you felt her soft lips against yours, languidly moving. While she was slowly kissing you, you felt inch by inch her body coming into contact with yours.

First you felt her soft chest settling atop of yours. You could feel her hardened nipples, little stiffened peaks, and you wondered if she felt as drunk as you with your chest touching her skin. You would also swear that you could feel a faint heartbeat against your chest, but this time it was coming from her.

Then you felt the hard muscles of her stomach on your belly, and her hips settling against yours, although a little lower due to her height. Finally, she maneuvered her arms to hold herself up with her elbows and stretched her legs trapping your right leg underneath her, somewhat straddling it.

She was now lying on top of you, obviously controlling her weight so she wouldn't crush you and as she was slowly kissing you, she was imperceptibly moving her whole body against yours.

It was comforting to be encased by your girlfriend and you moved your hands from her waist to a more comfortable position, over her shoulders, to her upper back. You always wondered why it only took her a couple of punches to knock someone unconscious, but feeling her hard muscles under your fingers was all the explanation you needed. The juxtaposition of having such a strong woman above you, crushing your body, but moving with such reverence didn’t escape your mind.

After a few moments, which felt like the best fucking year of your life, she pulled back and ghosted her lips over yours.

"You okay, beautiful?" She whispered.

"Yes, yes, please keep going." You answered without missing a beat.

You felt the air leave her mouth as she chuckled, and you squeezed your eyes tighter as you tried to chase after her to recapture her lips. But she started moving to more exciting places and you couldn't complain. You just let your head fall back on the mattress and once again you let her do what she knew best.

She kissed your cheeks, your neck, your throat, your collarbones, all the spots she visited a few minutes ago, all the spots she knew so well by now, thanks to all your little make-outs. She knew where to focus, where to kiss, where to lick, where to put just the right amount of pressure, where to nibble, where to suck. It was all familiar and comfortable and yet so new. And then she moved lower to explore all the new spots you were so trustingly offering to her.

Her mouth was now on your upper chest and she was slowly making her way down the middle, between your breasts, peppering small kisses along the central path she was following. Occasionally she would open her mouth and let her tongue gently press down, making goosebumps appear on your skin, and you could feel your nipples getting painfully harder. Also, she didn't seem at all bothered by the obvious up and down motion of your chest caused by your increased breathing. She seemed to happily follow along with your movements.

At this point, since she moved lower down your body, her chest was resting on your belly, where you could still feel her perked nipples, and her stomach was pressing down on your hips and part of your upper right thigh, effectively trapping you more with her weight. But you didn’t have the mind to keep track of all of that, since it didn’t seem to bother you much. You could only focus on what she was doing on your chest and the muscles of her shoulders that your hands were feeling whenever she would move. You could even say you were enjoying how she was pinning you down. Also, your left leg was free to move however you wanted, so that was something.

After she paid enough attention across the middle of your chest, littering it with kisses and wetting it with her tongue, she started to move again. And you could feel her shift towards your left breast, your hands on her upper back moving along with her.

This is happening.

She placed a kiss on a pillowy soft spot, a few inches above your nipple and then traced the spot she had just kissed with the tip of her tongue. Her next kiss was imperceptibly lower, but you felt that millimeter of movement. You could feel her making a wet path, inching ever so slowly lower to your hardened peak. There was one particularly low kiss that made her chin put a slight pressure on your hard nipple and it felt like you had imagined it, because as quickly as it came, it disappeared, and she started to lick and kiss at the sides of your breast.

When she reached your under-boob, now pillowy and flat, due to you lying down, she flattened her tongue and slid it a few times across its length, from left to right and left again, occasionally putting a little pressure and making it bounce towards you before finding its resting position again.

When she seemed satisfied, she finished by enveloping the soft flesh of your under-boob with her lips and sucking you into her mouth. You gasped, the pads of your fingers pressing down harder on her shoulder blades, and when you felt that tongue running over your skin on your imprisoned flesh, you felt your body trying to arch into her mouth and your free leg bending with a heel pressing down on the mattress. You wanted to give her all of you. It was intoxicating.

You heard her humming, the vibrations of her mouth easily caught by the sensation of the skin she was sucking and you sharply exhaled at this new feeling. Finally she released you and once again followed a kissing path upwards. Her final goal was obvious.

Nowhere else to go right?

So you held your breath, and the more distance she was closing, the more you felt your fingers trying to squeeze at the meat of her upper back.

And then she was there.

The first thing you felt was her nose putting a little pressure due to her position, much like with her chin before, and you exhaled at the little give of your nipple. A couple seconds later you felt the tip of her tongue teasing the lower border of your areola, and then slowly moving in by circling your hardened peak.

Your previously faster breathing was now replaced by a much slower one, as you could only hold your breath, until the next moment when she would do something to force you to exhale. With your limited ability to think you were amazed by the power she held and it wasn’t long until you were once again breathing heavily because of your anticipation and excitement.

You were expecting her to keep teasing with the tip of her tongue, so you were taken by surprise when she finally flattened her tongue and pressed down, making you once again audibly exhale. She followed immediately by moving her head left and right, just so you could feel the motion on your nipple, and her wet tongue against your sensitive spot.

Then those soft lips were at it again, and she enveloped your nipple with gentle movements. It must be her favorite thing with so many times she's done it already. You were expecting for a suck to follow, but once again she surprised you. She just left her lips there, a warm wet hug around your nipple, as she used her tongue to run over and around it, the pressure alternating, teasing.

She had lulled you into a relaxing state. And then she sucked. Hard. You gasped before you moaned, and your hands gripped even harder at her. You rolled your body, arched your back, searching, wanting, and she followed your movement, not once surrendering the tether she had on your nipple.

"Oof... Feels good, Sevika." You exhaled.

"Mhmm." You felt the vibrations on your sensitive nipple and you gasped.

"I can tell." She added a second later, amusement in her voice. You could feel her smile from the lips ghosting over your breast, tickling your now wet skin, and you shuddered.

With a final feathery kiss on your sensitive nipple she shifted her attention to your right breast. This time she gave a couple of kisses on the soft pillowy flesh, before diving in to immediately suck at your nipple, and you were relieved that she didn’t take her time. The feeling was euphoric and you gripped harder at her back, a hand flying to hold her behind her neck.

With her holding you captive with her onslaught it took you a while to take notice of her somewhat renewed position. Her weight was still fully onto your body, but now her elbows were bent at either side of your torso and her hands were grabbing your sides at the height of your chest, fingers tucked between your back and the mattress, metal and warm thumbs just at the sides of your breasts, holding you there for her. Also, as she had to travel down your body, you could now feel her hard nipples at your stomach so you weren’t complaining.

With what little mind you had left, you moved your right hand higher to thread it through her hair, while you brought your left one over your head, grabbing the pillow above you and squeezing it. Your right leg was crushed under her body, so you couldn't do much about it, but you bent your left one again and pressed it against her. Of course you had a hard time keeping it there because of your occasional little thrashing due to all the pleasure she was giving you.

So with your changed position she kept her attention to your right nipple. Keeping up with the kissing, the licking and the sucking, alternating the pressure between soft and hard. Softer to calm you, and then harder to make you gasp again and jerk against her and moan.

After a particular hand suck, your mind drifted to a few minutes back, when she had forced your mouth open and your tongue surrendered under her own. A thought crossed your brain and you used what little of a coherent voice you had and gasped a whisper.

"I… t-teeth."

Not even missing a second, she once again brought your nipple into her mouth with as much soft flesh she could fit into it, devouring you, and as she pulled back you felt her teeth grazing your sensitive skin.

Your reaction was immediate. You arched your back, pushed down harder with your head,, tried and once again failed to press your legs together, your left hand left the pillow and pushed your palm against the headboard and your right hand gripped harder at her hair. You swear you heard a moan.

The sensation didn’t leave though. Her teeth didn’t stop cradling your nipple. You could feel the warm air of her breath hitting where she was holding you and goosebumps littered your body. You waited for something, but nothing happened. So you dared to look down and you gasped at what you saw.

She was looking at you, as if she was waiting for you to lift your head. Her eyes black from her blown out pupils, filled with lust. Her mouth forming a smirk and teeth showing, while they were holding onto your nipple between them. And as she was holding your gaze, you swear that smile pulled higher, before you felt pressure on your nipple. Where before her teeth gently held you, now they were biting down. Hard.

Fuck

"Fuck!" You said out loud, as you let your head fall back onto the bed, unable to keep holding it up.

She didn't pull back, she kept the pressure there and doubled down by burying her face onto your chest and you felt your soft breast giving way for her, pliable. You were shivering beneath her, little tremors leading from your torso to your whole body.

She didn’t even let you recover as she continued her onslaught by bringing her right hand into play. You were once again taken by surprise when her warm hand took hold of your neglected left breast and squeezed. You felt her middle and index fingers trapping your nipple between them, as if holding one of her cigars and suddenly putting pressure and pinching.

By this point you were a trembling mess, gasping non stop, chest rising and falling with her following your every motion, your legs unable to press together, only pushing against her body that was separating them, denying whatever you were searching for.

Finally she took pity on you and allowed you to catch your breath and calm your heartbeat. She left your breasts and began to shift her whole body so she could move lower. The implications of her action would have you overwhelmed if not for her now gentle kisses, peppering the plain of your stomach. Her new position had her placed between your legs, which you gladly opened to accommodate her and now they were loosely flattened on the bed at either side of her. She stayed there, just worshiping your body and you hummed at the attention and her shift to a slower pace.

"Fucking hell." You managed when you relaxed.

"Everything alright?" She checked in between kisses and licks.

"Yeah, shit." You exhaled and now you placed both of your hands on your face so that your forearms were covering your eyes and she chuckled.

"I love it when you swear." You heard the amusement in her voice.

"You are doing so good for me, baby." She added and you felt her teeth grazing your right side, while her nails dragged over your other side.

She must have been on to something because her words, especially in that raspy voice, made you sharply inhale, clench your stomach and treble when you felt her whispering onto your skin. Something inside you wanted for her to keep talking to you like that.

What the hell.

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Me waking up: I want to write

Me eating breakfast: I want to write

Me getting ready for work: I want to write

Me at work: I want to write

Me eating lunch: I want to write

Me driving home: I want to write

Me at home, sitting in front of my laptop:

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Whatever Feels Right

Chapter 2 / 4 - Preliminary

Relationships : Sevika x Reader Characters : Sevika, Original Female Character Rating: Explicit Tags : Kissing, Making Out, Nipple Play, Biting, Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Light Dom/sub, Dom Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Body Worship, Nudity, Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, Aftercare, Gentle Kissing, Undressing, Licking, Foreplay, First Time, bottom reader, Virgin Reader, Anxiety, Soft Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Angst, Light Angst, Fluff and Angst, Panic Attacks, Awkward Conversations, Angst and Humor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort Chapters : 4 ( 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 ) Words : 17,331

Summary:

What about your first time with Sevika?

CONTENT WARNING: This fic is about an inexperienced reader and the need to stop during her first time, since she’s not ready. Chapter 4 is where some second thoughts are expressed and some anxiety-heavy stuff and panic, but Sevika is a thoughtful lover, so everything is fine.

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"Okay. Let's go home."

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And here you were, back to the place you both called home, in your shared bedroom, both still dressed, you sitting at the edge of the mattress, her walking towards you after discarding her cloak on the floor in the middle of the room.

The walk back to your home was a blur. You couldn't think straight or focus anywhere, let alone at the path you have crossed every day to and from work. You could only rely on the warm hand holding yours and trust it to guide you through the streets. But the only constant thing from the bar to where you were now sitting on the bed was the excitement you felt. You would finally take the next step with the woman you love and you felt so stupid it took you so long. You loved her and wanted to share everything with her.

Once she crossed the room and got to you, she knelt down in front of you, put her hands on either side of your face and made sure to catch your eyes. You never lost track of them. How could you? Your hands flew to her wrists, just holding her, grounding yourself.

"If for a second it doesn't feel right, you tell me. Okay?"

You could only nod. You haven't said a word since you left the bar. You thought that if you did the only thing that would come out of your mouth would be a scream. A good one though. No, the embarrassment would be too much, so you remained silent.

"Words, baby. Please." You felt the hands cupping your face pulling just a little, so she could get your attention and make you focus.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath through your nose, held it and let it out slowly from your mouth. A simple technique that always worked when anxiety tried to get the better of you. But the fact that she was always there, along with the patterns her thumbs were now tracing on your cheeks, managed to calm your nerves and excitement, to make you open your eyes and you finally felt that you could utter a few words.

"Okay."

Fine, it was one word. But she deemed it enough, since she seemed to relax and stood up. But before she let go of your face, she leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your lips and you hummed at the gesture.

"I love you, baby." She whispered, her lips ghosting over yours.

"I love you." You answered back with a smile and a trembling voice caused by your excitement.

"Tell me, okay?" She once again asked, and you once again nodded.

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You knew Sevika was always aware of her actions and never did anything without some sort of reason. That's what you thought when she started stripping in front you. Of course you’ve seen each other half-naked before. She wasn't particularly shy and she would get ready in the mornings, pop in and out of a bath, or change out of her work clothes into some casual sleepwear without caring if you were in the room with her or not.

You on the other hand were quite conscious of your body, or of her seeing you even in your underwear. So, you would usually turn away to allow her some privacy, or mostly to allow yourself to change without the stress of her accidentally looking over at you. Once she caught up, which was almost instantly after you two got together, she started doing the same so you would feel comfortable and to not overwhelm you.

This thought was going through your mind while she was undressing. She never did anything without a reason. And now she was letting herself be vulnerable in front of you so you would know that it's okay. The thoughtfulness of your girlfriend could make your heart explode and if you could, you would fall in love with her all over again.

There was nothing sexy or seductive about her movements. She was just undressing, occasionally catching your eyes and smiling softly at you. Of course you knew about the muscles underneath her clothes and you always appreciated them whenever you were allowed a glimpse.

So now you were looking mesmerized by the view she was giving you. Her toned abs, her thick thighs, her broad shoulders, her biceps bulging whenever she moved, her blue scars a constellation over her dark skin. You were starting to feel lightheaded and she wasn't even fully naked. You loved her strong body and she knew it, so she would flex every now and then just to hear your sharp intake of breath and then chuckle and wink at you. Thank the gods for her silly little act, at least that would make you relax and take a breath or two.

But your ability to breathe was taken away from you when she finally dropped the last piece of clothing. She was a naked goddess in front of you and you felt so small. You could only sit there at the edge of the bed, hands gripping the sheets, just admiring your girlfriend. While she was undressing you tried to look everywhere you could, but now your only focus was on her breasts. On her full, dark, peaked nipples, on the goosebumps that appeared around them, on some other little scars hidden by her bra, on the full pattern of the blue streaks on her skin. Then your gaze shifted down to the full bush between her legs and you swallowed hard, before looking up and realizing she was moving again.

This time, your nude goddess of a girlfriend was once again in front of you and kneeling. She gently took your hands that were about to put a few holes in the sheets from how hard they were gripping at them and held them in her own, gently stroking the back of them with her thumbs. The sensory contrast between her cold metal and warm flesh would always help you relax whenever she held you like that.

"You okay?" Her soft voice helped you breathe a little easier.

"You're beautiful." You whispered, making her chuckle.

"Come here."

She pulled you up and now that you were both standing, your head was almost at the same height as her breasts and you awkwardly looked up at her, only to find her smiling at you, reassuring you. She guided your right hand to her waist and placed your left one above her right breast, over her collarbone. You had never touched each other so intimately. You felt unsure of what to do and you were certain she could feel the trembling of your hands on her skin.

"It's okay, you can touch, baby."

She was giving you permission. She knew you never had any experiences beyond a few kisses and make-outs with some exes, so now she was letting you explore and see for yourself what you liked. You looked down and tentatively moved the hand that was on her waist towards her stomach, feeling her abs and tracing with your fingers any scars in your path.

"I can flex if you want." In your stupor you didn’t expect to hear anything and you jumped before turning up to face her and see her smirking.

"What?" The buzzing in your ears didn't let you hear her clearly.

"I said, I can flex if you want." She said and she immediately flexed her abs.

The somewhat soft spot on her stomach that you were touching suddenly felt rock hard under your fingers, and you couldn't help but push a little harder, feeling the strong muscle.

"Damn you." You managed with a chuckle, letting both of your hands drop to your sides, while taking half a step back.

"What?" She followed you with half a step forward, the amusement evident in her voice and her smile.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Definitely not. Are you okay?" She took your now clenching hands and held them again, smoothing them open with gentle thumbs.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you okay though? With me touching you?" It seemed that she was doing everything to accommodate you and your nerves, and not caring at all about herself.

"I'm okay, don't worry. Just do what feels right." She said softly and placed your hands to their previous place on her body.

Your little back and forth was enough to calm you down. Once again Sevika had your back and made sure to help you relax, and you loved her for it. Damn, you wanted to give her everything.

And now you were back at it, exploring her body.

You moved your right hand that was once again resting on her waist and slid it down, just below her hip bone, the tips of your fingers touching the side of her ass cheek. You wondered what it would feel like if you slid your hand over her ass and gave a gentle squeeze, but you felt yourself holding your breath and you didn’t dare follow through with that thought. Instead you moved your hand again and went back up her side, stopping when you reached the height of her breasts.

Tentatively, you caressed with a thumb the skin below her left breast, over a rib, and you heard a sharp exhale above you. As much as you wanted to look up at her face to see her reaction, you couldn't. Because your touch caused more goosebumps to appear on her skin, on her breast and around her nipple.

You let your eyes wander over her chest that was right in front of you. Her breasts weren't full or round or perked up. They were on par with a woman of her physique, not small, but not big either, although weighed down by her age and gravity. You could see some faint stretch marks at their sides, a couple hairs just around her areola, a rather big diagonal scar starting over her right breast, where your other hand was now resting, and ending right in the middle of her chest. Finally, your eyes fell to her dark nipples, still looking painfully hardened, and ever so slightly moving with her every breath. You decided that her breasts were just perfect and you had a hard time looking away, or deciding how to proceed.

It must have been a couple of minutes with you just standing there, hands still on her body, before any coherent thought came to your tortured brain and you became aware of your dried mouth. So you licked your lips and tried to swallow, before turning your attention to the hand resting above her right breast, which felt like it was ready to catch fire.

With a feathery touch you glided the tips of your fingers down towards her breast, feeling the softness of it, but stopped right before you touched her raised nipple. Then you used your hand to cup her breast, lifted it up to feel its weight on your palm, gave it a tentative squeeze and you could swear that you heard a sharp inhale above you. But you couldn't look. You only had eyes for what was inches in front of you.

So while cupping her gently, you moved your thumb and dared to slide it over her nipple, right before pressing down on it with a little more force. You saw the frame in front of you expand, a clear sign of her taking a deep breath, and you followed her movement with hungry eyes and a hard swallow. You felt your mouth getting dry once again and the thought of taking that dark nipple into your mouth and sucking at it between your lips crossed your mind. But your nerves got the better of you, maybe you weren't ready for it.

Do whatever feels right.

So instead, your hands left her body, only for you to put them back on her shoulders. Using both hands in a symmetrical motion, you caressed her collarbones before running them up and down her arms, feeling her biceps and the hard muscles underneath. You were thirsty for something and you didn't know how you should proceed, so you looked up, making both of your now dark eyes meet, placed your hands behind Sevika's neck and gave a gentle tug to pull her towards you, a request.

She gladly followed, as she always did, and gave you the kiss you craved. It was slow and soft and reassuring and you pressed a little harder on her neck to hold her there for as long as she would allow. You felt her hands come to your waist, not to move you or bring you closer to her, but just to rest there, a reminder.

After breaking the kiss for some much needed air, you felt her soft raspy voice through the cloud of your mind.

"Can I take this off?" She breathed against your lips and you felt a tug on your shirt.

"Yeah, okay." You breathed out a whisper.

She gave you a quick kiss and pulled back to allow yourselves a little more space to maneuver. She must have been hearing your heart, almost ready to beat out of your chest, because her eyes were glued to yours, searching for any sign of discomfort, as her hands gripped the bottom of your shirt.

She gently pulled it up and you raised your arms to help her get rid of it. Once it was off, leaving you with your bra, she dropped it on the floor next to you, covered the distance she had put between you, cradled your face in her hands and kissed you again. You could only stay in place and close your eyes., trembling hands kept at your sides and following her lead. You would always follow her lead when she was kissing you. Your make-out sessions were evident of that and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You felt her pull away again, you felt her breath hitting your forehead and then you felt the absence of her hands on the sides of your face. Not a second later you jumped when her metal hand was placed on your shoulder and a warm one on your waist.

"Is this okay?" You heard her question.

With your eyes still closed you nodded. And then her hand on your waist began to mimic your own patterns when your positions were reversed a few minutes ago. You would swear it felt like hours had passed. Her feathery touch made you take several deep breaths when she reached your hip bone, letting them out of your mouth through stuttering exhales, and when her thumb caressed the skin below your breast, over a rib, you shuddered and felt goosebumps forming all over your body. And now you understood how she must have felt when you did this to her. Were you really able to make her feel this way? Did you have that power?

With her left metal hand still on your shoulder grounding you, she brought the other one to hook a finger through a loop of your jeans. You still hadn't opened your eyes, so you relied on your senses to feel what was happening around you.

"Can I take this off, too?"

As soon as you realized the implications of her question you felt nervous, excitement cursed through your entire body, your heart rate skyrocketed and you clenched your eyelids even tighter.

"Just the pants for now." She softly added.

You caught in her voice her attempt to reassure you that she would take things slow for you, and you were grateful for her looking out. So you nodded. You would always trust her. With your life, with your heart, and now with your body and your anxious self.

"I got you." She added and you felt her presence slowly disappearing, but not gone, only getting smaller as you realized she was kneeling in front of you.

You felt sure hands on your zipper as it was being pulled down, followed by another slight downwards pull, causing your pants to give way and fall on the floor. You swallowed, mouth dry, and you finally opened your eyes and dared to glance down. You were met with soft eyes and a kind lopsided smile, before Sevika's attention turned to your feet to help you get rid of your pants, where they were now pooling.

When your pants were thrown next to your shirt on the floor, she turned back to you. You couldn't deny the feeling of adrenaline caused by your position. Her kneeling naked in front of you and looking up, you above her, in just your underwear and looking down. Your mind was racing and you could only focus on her dark eyes and the shadow she was casting on her breasts.

You saw it before you felt it. Her right hand slowly reaching towards your calf. You tilted your head to the left to follow its movement and when she finally caressed you, you jumped even though you were expecting it. You could feel her gaze burning a hole into the side of your head, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from that hand. It began moving up and down a short path, from knee to ankle, occasionally stroking you with a thumb, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin, and you were mesmerized.

Suddenly, in your field of vision you saw a dark movement. It was her, more specifically her hair. She was looking straight ahead, and in her kneeling position she was at your thigh level. So her attention was there and she was moving forward, towards you, towards your thigh. You understood her intent and held your breath and clenched your fists, which now you noticed were already clenched and you were pretty sure that if you were to check you would see little indentations of your nails in your palms. So you stood there, unmoving and waiting.

And then her lips made contact with the top of your thigh, a gentle kiss, accompanied by a squeeze of her hand on the back of your calf, and you felt your knees ready to buckle.

"Sevika..." You stuttered out a breath, your voice betraying your desire.

She looked up at you. Her eyes were completely black and her lips were still connected to your skin. Then you saw a little glimmer in her eyes and the beginning of a smirk, and the next moment she opened her mouth, flattened her tongue, pressed down and licked.

"F-fuck." You whispered, feeling your soul leaving your body.

You blinked rapidly, shaking your cloudy head and somehow managed to stay upright as she pulled away and stood up with an amused smile.

"How about you lie down on the bed?"

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Thanks for reading! :)

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The devastating difference between how much time it takes to write something vs how fast people read it lol

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weighted blanket isn't enough i need a girl to lay on me

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The Moon lesbians

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Piltover’s finest, on the case. #Arcane