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Sevika wasn’t a particularly verbal lover, she relied more on her actions than baseless words. Every time you two were together she would constantly touch you, feeling the supple skin with her organic hand. Sometimes she would whisper little compliments, but more often or not she would just keep this look of pure adoration in her eyes while she held you close. Your body was warm and soft and such a drastic difference from everything else in the fissures.
There were times when you wondered how in the hell you got lucky with Sevika. She was tall and broad and quite scary at times. Not with you, of course. She never scared you. But you weren’t those things or even anywhere close to those things. You were sweet and soft and on the chubbier side. Sevika adored you. She loved your thighs and soft stomach. Every time you slept together she spent time kissing and sucking at the roundest part of your stomach and inside of your thighs.
Sevika didn’t like you roaming around the fissures much, in fear something would happen and she wouldn’t be there to stop it. But she never told you that you couldn’t, she wasn’t the type to control someone. Knowing you are your own person and are capable of handling yourself. Though, you did stop going out as much. Only for necessities. Any other time you would ask her to accompany you and she would without a single complaint. She’d always hold your hand with her organic one, so everyone knew if they fucked with you, they also fucked with her. Anytime you wanted something she would buy it, handing out the coins with a grunt to the salesman and heading on her way. There were a few times when you’d go by yourself for things other than necessities and things Sevika couldn’t see. Not yet at least. You’d stop by your favorite stall, housing richly colored fabric and the most beautiful clothing you had ever laid eyes on. You’d pick a new dress or undergarments and the salesman would give you a sly wink as he packaged them with care. Once he was done you’d head back to your home. You’d doll yourself up with the new clothes, adding a touch of blush and lipstick, waiting for Sevika to return.
She would come in later in the evening, shuffling around as she pulled off her cloak and lit a cigarette. You sat perched on the couch, deep green fabric pooling around your bust and cinching in tight around your waist. You didn’t try to hide your stomach, knowing Sevika loved it. After a moment she’d turn to you, eyes going a bit wide at the new clothes. She’d smirk around her cigarette, taking it from her mouth and blowing smoke from her nose. You used to squirm under her gaze when you first met, not knowing if she wanted to kill you or devour you. Now you sit stone still, knowing what she wants is the latter option. It makes you feel powerful, having the scariest lady in the fissures wrapped around your finger. She was yours. In every way imaginable.
Her slate colored eyes would darken as she moved closer to you, dropping the cigarette in an ashtray on the table to be forgotten about. Eyes roamed over the smooth flesh of your exposed thigh and the fullness of your cleavage.
“Like what you see?” You would ask, already well aware of her answer. You would focus on the strip of skin exposed at Sevika’s waist, wanting to run your tongue along her abs. She hummed in response, reaching out and pulling you into her arms so she could twist and sit on the couch, settling you in her lap instead. You laughed, arms circling around Sevika’s shoulders. She’d nuzzle her nose between your breasts, breathing in heavily and turning her head a bit so she could leave a bruise on the soft skin. Your hands went to her hair, gently removing the tie and letting it fall down around her face.
“Is this what you’ve been up to while I’ve been gone?” Sevika would look up at you with a grin, mechanical arm settling around your waist as her organic hand cupped your cheek. You turned your head to press a kiss to her palm, smiling to yourself.
“It’s been a hard week for you, thought I’d make it a little better.”
“More like a lot better. You look fucking stunning,” she’d reply with one of her rare compliments, the conversations always went like this when you’d buy something nice for her. You did it because you knew she liked it, and knew she needed a pleasant distraction from the world outside. In here, with you, she was free to do as she pleased without worrying about Silco or Jinx or anything else. Just you and her.
“Show me.” You’d say, eyes growing dark. She’d hum, kissing your breasts and using her hand to free them from their confinements of the dress. A groan left your throat, the space between your legs growing impossibly wetter as she licked and sucked on your nipple. As her mind was focused on the task at hand you reached behind you and tugged at the laces of the dress, loosening the corset detailing.
She’d pull away from your breasts eventually, noticing you already loosened the dress enough that she could pull it off. There were times when she wanted to leave it on, watching you become increasingly undone as you writhed under her. The garment would get incredibly wrinkled and something about your breasts spilling from it turned her practically feral. So she’d leave it on.
Her mechanical arm held you tight as she sat up, placing you on the table in front of her gently. She let you go, hands gathering the hem on the dress and pushing it up to your waist. A matching pair of underwear came into view, causing Sevika to groan and fall to her knees in front of you. You were the only person in all of Zaun and Piltover combined that she’d get on her knees for.
Your legs spread on their own accord, resting your calves on her strong shoulders. She’d scoot closer, placing wet kisses along the softest part of your stomach. You used to hate your stomach, thinking you weren’t beautiful because of it or the softness of your face. Ever since Sevika came along you haven’t felt that way though. She made you confident, with the way she absolutely adored the plushness of your body. She’d worship you like you hung every goddamn star in the sky. Like you were a goddess; and in her eyes, you were.
“Fuck…” she’d whisper as she kissed her way down your belly and to your core. Your underwear already ruined with arousal. “All because of me?” She’d ask with a smirk, like she wasn’t fully aware of what she did to you. Your breathing became ragged, waiting for her to rip the small piece of fabric from your body. She did after a moment, holding the most intimate part to her nose and breathing in deeply, eyes rolling to the back of her head. A new wave of arousal pooled in your stomach at her breathing in your scent.
“Sevika… please…” you’d whimper, cunt throbbing and in desperate need of her mouth or fingers or both. And how could she deny such a pretty plead? She’d toss the fabric to the side, arms wrapping around your thighs and pulling you closer to meet her eager mouth. A trail of bruises were left down each thigh before she finally gave in and tasted you. Your palms laid behind you flat on the table, chest heaving with moans as pleasure zipped up your spine from the mouth on you.
Sevika ate pussy like it was her last meal. She’d suck and lick and moan into you, drinking up all you could possibly give her and more. Her mechanical hand would snake between your legs as well, two metal fingers fingers slowly dipping into your tight entrance. You’d gasp at the coolness, hips bearing down to take them as deep as she would let you.
At the beginning the idea of her using her mechanical arm on you wasn’t at the top of your list. Though as things went on and you both started experimenting it was one of your favorite things for her to use. The coolness of it against your heated skin always made arousal pool deep in your belly.
She’d fuck you deep and slow, lips sucking at your clit roughly while her fingers abused your hole. “Sevika! Oh, fuck… Sev-Sevika…” you’d start whining, getting close to your peak. Sevika knew you were close when you started whining like that. She’d move her arm faster and deeper, suck that much harder just to get you to your climax. Electrically raced across your skin, white sparking behind your eyelids as you came with a scream. Your body jerked shakily, waves of pleasure causing you to shake for a few moments. Sevika ate you through it, greedily taking all she could get. Once she decided you’d had enough, she’d pull away, removing her fingers as she did so. She’d put them to your mouth, tapping your lips so that you’d open and clean them off. Tasting yourself on her metal fingers always caused a gush of arousal to pool between your legs once more.
“Your turn, my love.” You’d speak once you finished cleaning off her fingers and gathered your bearings. There were times when she would refuse, instead wanting to undress and simply lay in bed together. Other times she would take you up on the offer and let you do as you pleased. She wasn’t a submissive woman by any means, but it was nice to not have to do any work once in awhile. Especially in her case.
“Not tonight. I’m tired, sweetheart.” You didn’t argue, never argued. If Sevika wanted to rest you were more than happy to oblige. She smiled, standing from the floor and stretching out her back. She’d pick you up once again, acting as if you weighed nowhere near what you actually did. She’d carry you to your room, settling you on the bed and moving to undress herself. Sometimes you’d help, other times you liked to sit and watch. Sevika was gorgeous, the absolute definition of power. Her muscles rippling as she moved and twisted to remove her clothing. She was a vision. You loved her thighs and the v-line trailing down to what was between her legs. Most of the time she’d leave her bra and underwear on, it was more comfortable for her and you didn’t mind a bit. Once she was done undressing herself, she’d move to you if you weren’t already naked.
You’d pull down the covers on the bed, slipping under them on your side and waiting for Sevika to join you. She’d sit on the edge for a moment, removing the top armour on her shoulder of her mechanical arm and setting it to the side. She slept on her back, letting you cuddle close and holding your waist with her organic arm. The feeling of your skin against hers relaxed her, helping her sleep. It helped her with knowing that this place was safe, that she didn’t have to worry when she was around you. She’d press a kiss to the top of your head, resting her chin there and closing her eyes.
“I love you.” Sevika would whisper, right before she drifted off. She was always softer during that time, her hard lines and edges fading away for the night. You’d whisper it back, kissing her chest and smiling to yourself as she fell asleep. You liked to study her when she was asleep, how her face looked so much more youthful and at peace. The scars on her cheek still a violent reminder that she just wasn’t any Zaunite. She was number two to Silco and strongest woman in all of the Lanes. But she was yours. She proved that time and time again, making time for you and doing things with you, such as cooking and reading and simply being there for you. You loved her more than life itself, letting those thoughts lull you to sleep in your Sevika’s arms.