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the bell on the front door to your workshop rings, the sharp sound bouncing off the walls surrounding you and jerking you out of your work haze.

the clock to your left tells you it’s just past seven in the evening, well beyond closing time. you’re only still sat in your shop because this is the only down time you get sometimes. fortunately for you business has been blooming ever since piltover got their shot with hextech and everyone in zaun has been trying to compete.

you clear your throat without glancing up to look at who it is, mentally berating yourself for not locking the door earlier.

“sorry buddy, shop’s closed. you’re gonna have to come back tomorrow.”

the sound of heavy boots smacking against the concrete floor of your shop fills the silence after you speak.

“i didn’t realise we were buddies.”

your stomach flips when your ears register the husky voice, you don’t even need to turn around to know who it is.

“sevika,” you try to keep your delight out of your words. “i didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

about a year ago, silco made the trek to your shop, snugly hidden away a few miles from the last drop. it’s a small space you manage, tucked away in a dingy alleyway. those who are in need of you always know where to find you.

he came with a big task— design a fully functioning mechanical arm for my second in command, he said. you gawked at him at the time, unsure why he was really entrusting you with such an important task. you’d met him a couple of times in the past to do some minor repairs and tinkering on his machinery, but having you design and produce a working arm for someone high up in his chain of command was something else entirely.

you’ve never been one to shy away from a task so you got to work, slaving away in your workshop for weeks on end— concepting the design and intricacies of the arm, working out how to get the elbow joint to function while letting the user be in full control, and most importantly— how to incorporate shimmer into the arm.

it wasn’t an easy task, probably one of the hardest pieces of finely tuned machinery you’ve had to produce, but you got it done. after two months of continuous work and sleepless nights, the arm was finally complete. you couldn’t have been more proud with how silco reacted so positively to it when you finally revealed it to him.

now, your prized invention sits nicely slotted against the shoulder of one of the most feared people in zaun. silco’s right hand man, an absolute machine of a fighter, and possibly one of the most attractive women you’ve ever seen— sevika.

when she came into your shop a few months after silco had collected the arm, your eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets. you hadn’t realised that silco’s second in command was her of all people, but you instantly recognised the piece of metal hanging limply by her side at the time.

since then, she’s been frequenting the shop every so often to take care of the big repairs and part replacements. the arm is tough, made out of some of the strongest metal you had available in zaun, but with how much battering it endures, it’s no surprise that it’s in constant need of fixing up.

to sevika’s credit, she’s been good at keeping up with the smaller repairs and tweaks. she’s not as well versed as you are in machinery yet, but she’s a fast learner and is eager to keep up. she pays attention when you work on the arm, always sat right by you, eyes absorbing everything you do.

sometimes that makes working around her difficult.

you’d have to be blind to not notice her physical qualities. her body is well sculpted, muscle lining every inch of her. her face is more often than not bruised and banged up, lips marred with scars, but she’s still a beautiful sight to behold. the hair style she chooses to adorn is awfully cute as well; you’d never admit it to her but something about the way the half up, neatly done ponytail juxtaposes who she is and what she does is so alluring to you.

so here she is once again, gracing your shop with her looming presence. she stands by your front counter, her red cloak draped over her body and concealing her reason for being here tonight.

taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you put down what you were tinkering with and stand to face her— not that you really can truly be face to face with her. she’s one of the tallest women you’ve ever met, easily able to look down at you and make you feel overpowered. which is something you may or may not enjoy a little too much.

“what can i do for you tonight? i’m surprised to see you again so soon, don’t tell me you already need part replacements.”

the disgruntled grumble you hear tells you you’ve unfortunately guessed correctly.

“i’ll admit i was careless,” she rumbles quietly, almost like it’s a painful confession. “ran into a couple of guys loaded up on shimmer last night. they were causing trouble and it was late,” a sigh, “i got… complacent. missed a swipe and as strong as this thing is, it isn’t immune to brick walls at high speeds.”

she lifts her left arm up, cloak sliding off it as she wiggles the fingers in the air. you squint, and suddenly you notice that the tips of the claws are non existent anymore, just blunt edges.

you frown and beckon her closer. she obeys, walking up to you, the only thing separating your bodies being the workshop counter. she lays her arm on it gently, allowing you to inspect.

up close, you can see that the breaks on the end pieces are clean. no jagged or sharp edges in the metal, just a flat surface area. your brows raise to your hairline, surprise spreading through you. she must’ve smacked the wall with impressive strength and speed. the metal it’s made out of isn’t easy to snap off at all, let alone so cleanly.

“take a seat,” you shake your head in mild disbelief and give her a small smile before moving to reach for one of the boxes you keep under the counter— it’s full of spare parts and tools needed for sevika’s arm. you also pick up a small bottle containing cleaning alcohol and a clean rag.

sevika silently sits by you once you’ve sat down by your table. she’s close, your thighs are practically touching and you have to tell yourself to act normal.

you hastily get to work, removing the jagged piece of metal that is her knuckle guard carefully by unscrewing the screws on each side before giving it a thorough wipe with the alcohol soaked cloth. you place it to the side and move on.

you focus on cleaning each individual finger first, preferring to work without bits of dirt and grime and other questionable things caked onto the metal. sevika keeps her machinery pretty clean, but she usually isn’t as thorough as you with how busy she normally is.

the silence between the two of you stretches on and makes heat awkwardly prickle up your spine and run along your cheeks. she normally isn’t this quiet; in time you’ve learnt that there’s usually always something in her life she can complain about to you. you suppose it’s cathartic to vent to someone who’s so disconnected from most of your life.

you clear your throat once you finish wiping off all the visible and accessible grime on her hand.

”how are things going?” you start tentatively. “how’s the kid… jinx, right?”

a bit of a risky move, asking about jinx. you know sevika doesn’t feel too happy to have her around, given how many times she’s come up as a topic of complaint these past few months since sevika started opening up to you. it’ll get her talking though.

on cue, sevika scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“she’s fine, just a brat as usual. gets real fussy whenever someone slips up and calls her powder. silco doesn’t like it either, he berates anyone who does it,” sevika rolls her eyes again, frustration written all over her face.

“she’s also starting to get a little too bold,” maybe it’s the blood rushing in your head, but you swear sevika almost sounds a little amused. “started coming out of her shell a bit more when she’s around other people…”

you tune sevika out a little bit, nodding and making noises here and there to acknowledge what she’s saying. her voice is soothing as you work, deep and smooth even as she continues to grumble about being a glorified babysitter.

you’re well into working on her fingers now, having removed the metal tips of her thumb and pinky finger. you set those aside and fish around in the box for the small pouch containing spare finger parts, which you plop on the table once found.

you daringly scooch in a little closer to cage her metal arm between yours. she doesn’t complain as your thigh presses against hers fully and your shoulder nudges into hers occasionally as you continue your work to fit the new metal onto her hand.

her body heat radiates onto you, your thigh and other parts around your legs feeling overly warm. you’ve sat like this with her before, the angle it provides is much better for you work, and every time without fail, it makes your head start spinning. so close to her, yet so far from being as close as you wish—

“—are you even listening to me?” your zoned out thoughts as you work shatter, brain screeching to a halt as you tilt your head a little to side eye her.

”i am,” you argue, frowning a little.

she hums at you in disagreement as a small, malicious smirk graces her scarred lips.

“what was the last thing i said then?”

your jaw drops just a fraction, lips parting in disbelief as you ponder her petulant question.

throughout all her visits, sevika hasn’t been one to be big on humour or bantering, preferring to brood and complain about things until you were done working. you’ve kept it mostly professional with her as well, dropping the odd joke here and there, but she’s never really reciprocated.

now though, the smirk grows into a grin, her teeth gleaming at you dangerously as you fail to respond to her.

“knew it,” she sneers, leaning into you to jostle you.

you almost gasp at the brief proximity between the two of you, but you hold it together at the last second. the last thing you want to do is react and have an embarrassing moment when she’s already laughing at your expense.

you take a second to compose yourself as you finish securing the tip of her thumb in place, her pinky completed earlier when she was rambling.

“i’m going to charge you extra for having an attitude today,” you huff out, moving your focus onto her index finger, admiring the smooth break once again.

she laughs, rumbly and deep, which isn’t the reaction you were expecting. not many people get to tell silco’s second in charge that they have an attitude with zero repercussions.

“is that so?” she says, the urge to slam your elbow back into her ribs almost overwhelms you.

then—

“you’re lucky you’re pretty.”

your grip on your screwdriver tightens abruptly as you choke a little, swallowing the wrong way which makes you cough a few times. a blush reddens your cheeks as you take in what she just said to you.

you sit up a little once you recover, leaning back slightly towards her. your heart is thumping in your chest, adrenaline starting to course through you. this dynamic between the two of you is new, never explored. you’re not quite sure what to do with yourself, but you don’t want it to stop.

tilting your head back so it’s almost laying against her shoulder, you take a deep breath and exhale, decide to take your chances with it.

“you think i’m pretty?” you don’t exactly bat your eyelashes at her, but you aren’t really playing coy either.

at an agonisingly slow pace, she looks down slightly to make eye contact with you, her eyelids slightly hooded as her grey eyes pierce into yours.

“i’ve seen the way you look at me, the way you look at my arm,” sevika murmurs, her face dangerously close to yours now. the smell of cigar smoke and the finer brandy locked away on the shelves of the last drop waft by you, infiltrating your nose and lungs, intoxicating you. your head feels light and you can’t tell if the ventilation system in your shop has failed or if it’s just you.

your mouth feels dry, excitement and anxiety coursing through you as your gaze flits between her lips and eyes. she’s staring back at you, intense as ever, but you can see that behind the confident shine of her eyes, uncertainty is clawing through the edges. she’s uncharacteristically nervous too.

taking the bait, you swallow and wet your lips, “and how do i look at you?”

the silence and tension in the room is so intense it makes you feel like passing out. her eyes dart down at her arm that rests between yours, then to your lips, before settling back on your eyes. the nervous glint you saw earlier is gone now, shoved aside by a daring, poised look. she looks dangerous, like a predator about to lunge for its prey. it makes a shiver run down your spine.

the distance between your lips is closed with such speed that it knocks your head back a little. sevika’s teeth clash against yours, lips enveloping each other violently as you let go of her metal arm, allowing it to slip from the table and down to your waist. her other hand comes to rest at the back of your neck. her grip is soft and warm like she’s still scared to push you too far, but you can feel the callouses and small scars dragging across your skin.

you take the leap for both your sakes and run your tongue along her bottom lip, slipping it between her lips as she parts them for you. as the kiss deepens, your hands abandon the equipment you were holding onto and move to cradle her face, your fingers brushing over her sensitive scars and eliciting a deep groan from her.

the grip on the back of your neck hardens, her fingers digging into the soft skin as she pulls away from your lips and hands, opting to kiss her way up to your ear and gently tug a lobe between her teeth. you bite back a whimper as she trails her lips behind your ear, sucking hard and then letting go to move further down your neck.

she kisses and sucks her way down to your collarbone, her hand moving to pull at the fabric of your shirt to make space for her to gently sink her teeth into you.

“fuck!” you can’t bite back the whine that escapes you, your voice already sounding embarrassingly needy. “sevika—” you gasp as she slowly drags her tongue up your neck from your collarbone, all the way back to your mouth where she kisses you again, teeth biting at your plush bottom lip and tongue hot inside your mouth in an all consuming kiss.

you grip her shoulders and shove her back, gasping for air as she does the same, her brows furrowing with displeasure at the interruption. “wha—”

“backroom. now,” you grit out, desperation leaking into your voice as you get up from your seat, bunching her top in your fists and yanking her up with you. she huffs a small laugh out her nose.

“relax, slow down,” she drawls as you grab onto her metal arm and start to drag her towards the door at the far end of the room, where you know a soft sofa awaits the both of you.

you whip your head around to glare at her, heat coursing through your body as you gripe, “don’t tell me to rela— hey!”

your vision does a one eighty and your stomach lurches as she slams an arm behind your knees and back to pick you up, the motion effortless as if manhandling you is the easiest thing in the world.

she glances down at you, stupid smirk plastered to her face as she starts walking to the door. you lean up and wrap an arm around her neck and rest the other on her shoulder. pressing your lips to her neck as you inhale, the scent of her skin driving you crazy. she smells smokey, probably from all the cigars, and behind that you can detect a faint smell of body wash, something soapy and clean. it’s divine.

her grip on your legs and back tightens as she sucks in a harsh gasp, your teeth biting into the soft skin just under her jaw, lips sucking and kissing over it. you continue your onslaught of biting and kissing her until she kicks open the door, eyes zoning in on the sofa tucked away in the corner of the softly lit room and heading straight to it.

she leans down and drops you straight onto it, your lips torn away from her neck as your back hits the cushions and forces the air out of your lungs briefly.

“sevika,” you complain, overplaying the annoyance in your voice. “is that really how you treat a lady?”

she smirks again, putting one knee up on the sofa between your legs and caging your face in with her hands on either side of it as she leans down to press a dirty kiss to your mouth before pulling away, leaving you breathless. “i’ll make it up to you,” she promises.

anticipation already coiling between your legs, you reach up to interlock your arms around her neck and pull her down into another bruising kiss, not wasting any time before slipping your tongue back into her mouth. she kisses you back fervently, lips pushing against yours desperately. you moan into the kiss, her enthusiasm for you only serving to drive you further into your feelings.

shifting to lean her body weight on one hand, she lets her metal arm drag over your clothed chest, the tips of her claws on the fingers you managed to replace catching between the threading of the fabric. she reaches the waistband of your pants, where your shirt is tucked in, and pulls the edge of it free so she can sneak her hand under your shirt. the cool and smooth feeling of the metal, combined with the sharpness of the fixed claws prickles at your skin as she edges closer to your breasts. you groan into her mouth, biting down on her lip as her hand wreaks sensory chaos across your bare skin.

she delicately slides a finger underneath your thin bra, the rest following suit to grab at your breast and gently knead the soft flesh, making you gasp into her mouth. she smiles against your lips and hums approvingly.

she continues this, toying with your chest and just teasing around the sensitive skin around your nipple, agonising you, before deciding she wants more. she pulls away from your face, sitting up and using both her hands to strip your upper body bare, which you allow with no protest.

throwing your clothes to the floor with no care, she returns to your mouth and kisses you as her metal hand returns to your chest. as on fire as you may feel, the air around you is still a cool temperature, so your nipples are perky and begging for her attention. like a moth to a flame, she very gently takes it between two of her clawed finger tips, rolling it slowly and delicately so as not to pierce you. the sharpness of her claws still sends a flash of pain across your sensitive skin, no matter how gently she moves, and your head empties out completely as pure ecstasy washes over you.

“sevika,” you whine into her mouth, trying to avoid shifting around too much and jostling her hand. it’s hard, her fingers are pinching and squeezing your breast, claws poking the soft skin of your nipple. one wrong move and she could cause some painful damage— the thought of which sends a jolt of pleasure down your body.

“yeah, baby,” she responds, her voice breathy and sensual. you can’t tell if it’s a question or statement.

with a short huff that turns into a moan, you let your hands make their way down to the edges of her cropped top, fingers skirting over the hard muscle of her abdomen. she feels warm and delightful, and you are ravenous for more.

fingers darting underneath the top, you start tugging it upwards to make your intentions clear. you get it just about to reveal her bra, but before you make it that far she snatches your hands up with hers and pins them above you. you frown and push your bottom lip out to pout.

“i want to see you too,” you complain, pushing your arms to test the strength of her grip. her hands don’t budge at all, you’re stuck underneath her.

noticing your struggle, she grins smugly down at you as she maneuvers both your wrists to be ensnared within the grip of her metal hand.

“so demanding,” she rests her human hand in the middle of your chest where your breasts separate, slowly dragging her fingers across your skin, making you writhe. “have some patience.”

with that, she leans down to take one nipple in her mouth while her hand moves to take the other. the dual stimulation shoots straight down between your legs and you arch your back up towards her, pressing your lower body against her knee which still rests between your legs. the pressure on your clit as you slowly start moving your hips against her leg has you moaning and gasping out her name like a prayer as she teases your nipples with her mouth and fingers.

now that she’s using her human hand on you, she can pinch and tease you much harder and recklessly with her soft fingers. her mouth is relentless too, sucking and lapping at your nipple, biting hickeys into the soft skin of your breast. the mix of pain and pleasure has you grinding against her leg frantically, desperate for friction and relief.

you can feel your body starting to tighten up, the pressure between your legs building. you’re going to come from just this soon, and as humiliatingly hot it would be to come on her thigh completely untouched by her hands and mouth, you have other ideas.

“sevika, stop,” you groan out, painfully slowing the movement of your hips.

her reaction is instant, she stills her hand and looks up at you questioningly, “what’s wrong?”

there’s concern in her eyes and it makes your head feel giddy. knowing that the woman who brings nearly all of zaun to obey at her feet cares about you in some capacity makes you swoon a little.

you smile, slipping your hands out of her now loosened grip to hold her face and bring her in for a quick kiss before answering her.

“nothing’s wrong. but that’s not how i want you to make me come,” you tease. “i have another idea.”

she quirks an eyebrow up at you, sly smile starting to spread across her face, “oh really?”

“mmhm” you hum, tucking a strand of hair that’s fallen loose from her ponytail back behind her ear. her hair is soft, you notice. silky smooth, it’s well taken care of; a stark contrast to most of the things in zaun.

she subtly leans into your touch at the side of her head like she can’t help it but also doesn’t want you to know that and hold it over her.

“and what exactly does that idea entail?” her voice is suggestive, and you’re fairly certain you’re both on the same page.

you glance to your right, where her metal hand now rests on the sofa cushion beside your head again. when you look back at her, she’s already smirking down at you again. she slides an arm under your ass and another under your back to pull you up and into her lap as she sits back against the sofa. with you now straddling her, your breasts are level with her face, and she can’t resist leaning forward and gently taking a nipple into her mouth, rolling it with her tongue and making you sigh contently.

she pulls off and rests her hands on your ass, squeezing gently.

“how should we do this?” she asks, a tinge of uncertainty in her voice.

she’s looking at you honestly now, and you know what it is she’s asking. she’s obviously never used her metal hand for any such activities like this, given how sharp the claws normally are. but you know you only got round to fixing her thumb and pinky finger. the other three fingers remain blunt from the impact they endured.

“well,” you’ve already made up your mind on ignoring her real question and instead opt to rile her up a bit. “when two people love each other very much, sometimes they fall into bed together. and then, one person puts something up— ow!”

her hands squeeze your ass much harder this time, a warning. “you’re hilarious, has anyone ever told you that before?” she deadpans.

you giggle, darting down to kiss her lips and pulling away to whisper in her ear before she can react.

“fuck me with your fingers first, get me wet and open for you,” your voice drips with lust and want, you know she hears it when her breath hitches just the slightest as she tries not to react. “let me handle the rest.”

you bite her earlobe and lick up her ear just as she groans through clenched teeth and flips you back down onto the sofa, resuming your previous position. this time, she unbuttons her top and slides it off her body, careful to not rip it on the edges of her arm as it moves across it. your mouth waters as you take in the sight of her black bra, tight on her body and pressing her breasts together. to your absolute glee, she slips out of it quickly as well.

you drink in the sight of her, she’s beautiful. her body is toughened with muscle, the silver scars that decorate and frame her left cheek run down her neck and to your surprise, continue down her torso until the edge of her ribs. you blink slowly, the desire to trace her scars with your tongue and fingers overwhelming you. you’re pulled away from following the lines by the sight of her breasts. they don’t hang heavy on her chest, but they aren’t small either. she’s well built, muscle lining every inch of her body. her chest is no different. the soft and tender flesh that sits upon all that muscle would have you falling to your knees were you standing up and not lying down.

you must’ve been staring for an embarrassing amount of time as you finally glance back up at her face and catch her smug expression, an eyebrow cocked up as she stares down at you and says “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

you roll your eyes at the corny line meant to wind you up, “shut up.”

she narrows her eyes and leans down to hang closely above you, sections of her hair framing her face and tickling your skin, “is that any way to speak to a loyal customer?”

you run your hands up along her sculpted arms. her shoulders and triceps are built like mountains; she could easily pin you down and have her way with you. the thought of that makes your stomach flip.

“i’ll make it up to you,” you echo her own words back to her face and pull her down for a searing kiss.

she drops her weight down onto you, supporting herself on her forearms and pressing your naked chests together. the feeling of the warm skin on skin contact makes the both of you groan and your hands move to tangle themselves in her hair, pulling even more out of her already messy ponytail.

you continue to kiss as she leans to her side to free her human arm so that it ghosts over your body and makes its way down to your pants. like an expert, she undoes the two buttons with

ease and slips her hand underneath the fabric. her fingers glide over your underwear, lightly teasing your sensitive skin.

“shit,” she gasps into your mouth. “you’re already fucking soaked,” her fingers continue down your underwear, the material completely wet the further she goes. you whine and arch your chest up into hers even more as she drags her fingers over your clothed pussy and feels you up.

she continues teasing you over your underwear relentlessly, her fingers intentionally avoiding pressing against your clit as they glide just about everywhere else. it’s driving you insane and eventually you let go of her hair to start pulling your pants down. noticing your efforts, she stops kissing you and bats your hands away, sitting up and taking over. she undoes the laces on your boots hastily to yank them and your socks off before continuing to drag your pants down your legs.

fingers hooked under the fabric of your underwear, she slowly starts to peel them off too, going at a more teasing pace. she watches hungrily, a string of expletives leaving her lips in awe as you both watch how your wet arousal clings to the fabric, drawing out a thin strand.

she runs her hands up and down your naked body, the contrast of her warm hand and cold metal hand making you groan and shiver. she takes one of your legs in her hand and lifts it to rest it on her shoulder, leaving you open and exposed. glancing down between your legs, she turns her head slightly to press a hot kiss just above the side of your knee, her eyes never leaving what’s below her.

“sevika,” you whine as she leans forward and down, pressing your leg to your chest and stretching you deliciously. her hips and chest rest against yours as she runs her hand up and down your thigh.

“yes, baby?” she puts on her best nonchalant voice, nosing at your neck as you turn to give her more access.

“please can you tou—“ she swallows the rest of your words with a hot, open mouthed kiss, her tongue pushing into your mouth impatiently.

finally, she maneuvers to make space for her arm and hand to reach down between your legs, still keeping one of them propped up on her other shoulder, the stretch burning so nicely. she doesn’t tease you this time, fingers immediately lightly gliding over your clit and eliciting a sharp moan against her lips. she keeps going, paying attention to your reactions and starting to rub gentle circles where you’re most sensitive as the motion makes you arch up against her once again.

she continues toying with your clit and sensitive skin until you’re practically gasping for air against her lips, almost unable to kiss her back. she periodically slides her fingers down by your hole until they’re coated and slick, gliding up and down you with ease.

slowly, she presses a finger into you. as it sinks deeper into you, you place one of your arms on the side of her back that doesn’t have your leg up, holding onto her. you can feel her muscles flexing underneath you as she supports her body weight above you; it’s hot and makes you jerk your hips up, taking her finger all the way in.

she starts moving it in and out of you slowly at first, keeping it curled against your upper wall and dragging along your most sensitive areas. it isn’t long before you’re gripping her back tightly and asking for another one.

“fuck, sevika,” you drawl out, lust clogging all your senses. “fuck me with two, please,”

she kisses your jawline, biting it gently. “only because you asked so nicely,” and then she’s sliding in another finger, stretching you open without giving you much time to adjust. not that you really need it, you’re so wet there’s barely any resistance, even if her fingers are much larger and longer than yours. the angle she has you at with your leg over her shoulder also means you’re spread wide open for her.

“fuck, oh my god,” you moan as she starts sliding both fingers in and out of you. her mouth moves to suck at your neck again, biting and teasing the sensitive skin with her tongue as she fucks you.

you dig your fingers into the hard muscle of her back and your hips start to move against her hand, fucking yourself on her fingers as she pulls in and out of you. her fingers feel so good inside you, stretching you amazingly and caressing all the right spots inside you.

“do you feel good, baby?” her voice is deep and sultry, a low mumble by your ear as you continue to lose yourself against her.

“yes— fuck! you feel so good,” you manage, clenching down on her fingers and whining into the air. she lets out a smug sounding laugh in response, continuing the pace at which she fucks you without faltering. you bite back a groan as you watch the muscles on her chest and abdomen strain with the effort of keeping herself above you as she fucks into you.

“i think— i think i’m ready,” your voice cracks as you squeeze her back one last time before letting go, placing your hand on her shoulder that doesn’t have your leg up.

“are you sure? we can keep going like this,” she practically purrs as she teases you by increasing the speed of her fingers going in and out of you.

you almost choke as you inhale desperately, “no,” you squeeze her shoulder tightly and give a light shove. “i want to come on your metal hand. please let me come like that,” you’re starting to sound like you’re begging, voice broken and breathless, which is not something you normally engage in with other partners. but for her, you almost can’t help it but beg for it.

sevika makes a low noise that you think almost sounds like a growl, and then she leans back, slowly letting your leg come down beside her and stilling her fingers within you. she slips them out slowly, watching until they’re free before making eye contact with you and making a show of popping them into her mouth and licking them clean.

she smacks her lips when she’s done and you roll your eyes, heat blooming on your cheeks.

“i could’ve done that for you,” you point out, making her eyebrows raise.

she chuckles quietly as she shifts to sit back on the sofa to give you some space to move.

“you can clean off my other fingers when we’re done,” the smile she flashes you is falsely sweet, but the image of you sucking off her metal fingers after she’s just fucked you with them has you sighing with want.

sevika leans forward, hands reaching for her boots. you quickly sit up and move off the sofa, settling between her legs on the floor as she looks at you with mild surprise. she sits back, cocks an eyebrow up at you, and then puts both arms behind her head as she leans into the back of the sofa.

smiling, you make quick work of her boots and socks. you’re pulling her tight pants down next, her hips lifting off the sofa to let you slide them down. they’re so snug on her deliciously thick thighs you wonder how she even gets them on in the first place. you press your mouth to the inside of her thigh, kissing your way up until your face is nuzzled between her legs, the soft fabric of her boxers pressed against your face. pressing a final kiss there, you hook your fingers into her boxers and pull them off as well, savouring the slow reveal of her naked body before you.

your mouth waters as you look at her. she’s wet too, and the sight has your head feeling dizzy. she’s into this as much as you are. not that you really had doubts, but she’s sevika. usually closed off and hard to read, it’s nice to see she isn’t immune to you.

your hands drift up her thighs, eager for a feel of her. but before you can reach your goal she bats them away and pulls you up a little so she can plant a kiss on your lips.

“you can get to that later, i want you coming for me first,” she says. all you can do is nod dumbly in agreement, because who are you to deny her that?

as soon as she starts to manhandle you into laying down again, you grab her hands and place them on your hips before throwing a leg over her lap to straddle her. she watches you hungrily as you adjust your weight and settle on top of her, caging her legs in with yours, making your intentions clear. it’s better for you to be in control for her first time.

you smile sweetly at her.

“there’s lube in the drawers next to the sofa.”

this time she doesn’t even bother concealing her surprise. “just how many people do you fuck back here?” she asks coyly. but she leans over the arm of the sofa, trying not to jostle you as she opens a drawer and fishes out the bottle.

you giggle. “you’re the first, but i am a mechanic after all,” it’s sort of true. you do need oil and water based lubricant… for various activities in the workshop.

she rolls her eyes anyways, flipping the cap up and squeezing out the thick cold fluid onto 2 of her metal fingers. you involuntarily clench, body hungry for her.

she settles her human hand back on your hip, squeezing softly as she lets her metal hand drift down between your legs, gently gliding over your pussy and spreading the lube further down her fingers and onto you. your body jolts as the cold slick feeling of her fingers startles you briefly.

she glances back up at you, drinking the sight of you in. you can feel how flushed your face already is after having her fuck you with her other hand. her eyes meet yours, and you can see the hesitance in them. it’s not surprising. given how she’s already been manhandling you and teasing you, she doesn’t seem like the type to not be in control during sex.
but this is different, the risk of injury is high, and the woman who’s bested most of zaun’s thugs has no intentions of bringing you unwanted pain.

“what do you need me to do?” she asks as she rubs gentle circles on your clit, the metal barely touching you but already lighting a fire in your belly.

you smile and lean forward to press a kiss to her lips as you take her metal hand in yours and guide it further down you. when her fingers brush against your hole, you shudder and pull back from her face to glance down. you lift your hips up to make space, and slowly start to sink down onto one of them. she’s careful with them, making sure the claws you did manage to fix don’t go where they shouldn’t.

you both watch in awe as her finger disappears inside you completely. it feels cold and hard inside you, the metal grooves and edges pressing against you in ways you’ve not felt before. sevika’s pupils are totally blown, the pretty grey of her irises barely visible as she watches you slowly lift your hips to slide up her finger and then back down it. you’re still adjusting to the size and sensations, her metal fingers are slightly bigger than her human ones. although her claws are blunt, you still need to be careful.

you slowly start to pick up the pace, gliding up and down on her finger at a steady but leisurely pace. it feels good inside you, the metal pressing up against you in ways her human fingers couldn’t. you look up to sevika’s face, and she looks completely enthralled by the sight. her face is flushed and her mouth hangs open just the tiniest bit as her breathing deepens.

“fuck, you’re crazy,” she breathes out, her eyes never leaving what’s happening between your legs. “you look so good taking me like this.”

you groan, head rolling back to look up at the ceiling as you concentrate on the feeling of her metal finger inside you. you’re moving on it with ease now, you can feel it sliding out and back inside you with barely any resistance as your body adjusts to its size and shape. her other hand still rests on your hip, holding onto you tightly as she watches you fuck yourself on her.

you look back down at her, sighing contentedly as she also lifts her gaze to make eye contact with you. unable to resist, you carefully lean forward to kiss her, skipping the pleasantries and sliding your tongue inside her mouth, drawing out a deep groan from her.

you continue to kiss her, mouths hot and heavy on each other as you continue to slide up and down her until your body starts aching for more.

“sevika,” you mumble against her lips, not wanting to break contact. “i can take another.”

she bites down on your bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth before letting it go with a pop as she breaks the kiss. she presses down on your hips with her hand to slow you down until you stop moving entirely, allowing her to line up a second finger.

slowly, you start to sink down on her again. it’s much harder this time, the width of her two metal fingers much thicker than the two human ones she fucked you with earlier. you go slow, feeling the edges of her fingers glide in unbearably slowly, each groove teasing your sensitive skin. the burn coming from the stretch is tantalising, drawing out a gasp from between your lips as you eventually bottom out.

“fuck!” you gasp, your hands fly to grip her shoulder as the feeling of her inside you like this has your legs feeling weak. “sevika!”

she grins at you, lips pulling up into a smirk as she watches you already start to lose yourself. “does that feel good, baby? you like having my fingers inside you?”

you whine desperately, gently starting to rock your hips back and forth against her fingers. the consistent press of them inside you is maddening. knowing that these fingers that have been used for brutalising people are now softly being fucked into you has you leaning forward to drop your head against her shoulder.

sevika tuts at you, “be good for me and let me watch your pretty face as you ride me.”

you moan and bite at the skin between her neck and shoulder, hips starting to move a little quicker now that you’ve adjusted a little bit more. when you pull your face up again, she moves her hand off your hip and up to your breast, her thumb teasing over your nipple as you continue to rock against her fingers.

pleasure shoots through your entire body with every roll of your hips. she holds her hand steady, letting you use her for your pleasure as she sits back and watches you unfold. her eyes are glazed over, torn between looking at your face, chest, and between your legs as she continues to toy with your breasts.

“you look so good like this,” she grits out, slowly starting to slide her hand further up your body. “you looking fucking beautiful riding me,” her hand settles at the base of your neck, squeezing very lightly.

“oh, fuck! sevika!” you screw your eyes shut, unable to focus on anything other than the slick feeling of metal fucking into you. it’s dangerous, one wrong roll of your hips or jerk of her hand could split you open— and not in the way she currently is. but that fact just serves to make you clench down on her even harder, your pussy aching and desperate to keep feeling her inside you like this.

“tell me how good i feel inside you like this,” she says with cadence, her voice rough and demanding.

“i— oh fuck,” you whine, unsure if you can even form a coherent sentence now. your mind is miles away, no thoughts crossing it other than the sensations you feel between your legs. “you, fuck— you’re making me feel so good. please don’t stop—”

and then her hand is closing on your throat, sitting snug right underneath your jaw as she presses her thumb and fingers on either side of your neck. the pressure makes your head feel instantly light and fuzzy, heat blooms in your belly as you let out small, choked noises. you open your eyes and look down at her. she’s staring right back at you, her face flushed and muscles straining as she keeps her arms where they are. she looks beautiful watching you, you’re enjoying this far too much.

your hands leave her shoulders and grip at her forearm, feeling the tight muscle there flexing as she maintains her grip on your neck. your legs are screaming at you in pain as your hips start to move more erratically, desperate for more and more. your head feels absolutely drunk on sex as you let sevika hungrily watch you sit and move on her fingers, blushing and gasping like one of her brothel whores. you’re so close to coming, your body is tingling, just a little bit more—

“c’mon baby, i want to see you come for me.”

she curses as she says your name, her sultry voice tipping you over the edge. you cry out, her hand squeezing your neck tighter as your head rolls back and white spots dance at the back of your eyelids. the feeling is intense, your walls clenching and squeezing her fingers as hard as they can, trying to savour every last brush against them. you ride out your orgasm, completely oblivious to everything else around you, the pleasure overtaking you and every thought you could possibly have. you’ve never felt like this with anyone else before. it’s exhilarating.

when you finally start to come down, you let out a defeated whine and drop your hands against her chest. she lets go of your throat, guiding you to lean forward and against her. your chests are pressed together once again, both slick with sweat and overly warm, but the heat and pressure between you makes you feel good and safe as you slowly return to your senses.

you can hear sevika speaking to you softly, a gentle murmur near your ear as she tells you how good you just were for her and how she loved seeing you like that. it starts off sounding like she’s speaking to you under water, but slowly she coaxes you out of it and helps you come back. you’re exhausted, and your legs are about to go numb from the amount of pain they’re in.

groaning, you slide a hand down between your legs and slowly start to guide her fingers out of you, whimpering at the feeling of becoming empty. they slip out of you with an obscenely wet noise and heat rushes to your face, painting your cheeks red.

sevika puts her hands on your waist and helps you move across her body so you can stretch your legs out comfortably, your loud groan of relief making her smile against the top of your head. you sit there for a few minutes with her, both of you quiet and catching your breaths. her human hand lies on your back, softly and absentmindedly stroking across your skin.

you press a soft kiss to her neck, nuzzling and inhaling her now muskier scent. it’s slightly shocking— you didn’t expect much of this after the sex. she doesn’t seem like the type for much aftercare, but you suppose sevika is well known for always seeing her business through.

you continue to lazily kiss and lick at her neck until you feel her shift under you, squeezing her thighs together a little. you smile against her skin, grazing your teeth along her sweaty skin. you let one hand drift down to her legs as you press one last chaste kiss to her neck.

“sevika,” you start, voice slow and seductive. “did you like seeing me like that?”

she doesn’t grant you an answer, but you watch as her eyes twitch when your hand slips between her legs and glides over her very wet skin. you feel a bit lightheaded again as you feel the evidence of how turned on she was just from watching you.

you slip your fingers between her folds, her skin warm and silky smooth. you deign not to waste any time, she’s too proud to say it but you can tell how much she wants to come too. your fingers press against her gently, her body jerking slightly in response.

“did you like watching me take your fingers?” your fingers move in slow, small circles against her clit, her arousal taking away any friction.

she grits her teeth.

“you liked watching me fuck myself on your fingers… didn’t you?” you ask sweetly, stretching up to brush your lips against hers as your fingers continue to torture her. she’s trembling a little bit, the hand on your back now digging into your skin. it’s pleasantly painful.

“yes, i did,” she huffs out between clenched teeth, her eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. she digs her metal hand into the sofa cushion, the metal easily puncturing the fabric as she curls her fingers.

smiling, you press your lips against hers fully. it’s not as messy and undignified as your previous ones were; this one being slower and more relaxed as you gently suck her bottom lip into your mouth, massaging it.

she groans against your mouth, hips twitching as your fingers continue their gentle movements on her clit. she’s getting close, her lips getting sloppier against yours.

“i know you liked watching me come for you. you’ve been wanting to see that for a while, haven’t you?” your voice is a barely audible murmur against her lips as you pick up the pace of your fingers slightly.

she hisses, “fuck— don’t stop!”

you laugh quietly, pulling back a bit to look her in the eyes.

“you were fucking me so well, your fingers felt so good filling me up.”

this time she does growl at you, her face tense and flushed as she slams her eyes shut.

“fuck— you,” she bites out, her hips jerking up against your fingers as you bring her to her orgasm, every fibre of muscle in her body tensing and flexing, openly on display for you to ogle. the vein on the left side of her neck pops out as she throws her head back, her scars glistening and almost glowing. unable to help yourself, you trace your tongue over them as she rides out her orgasm, her hand gripping onto you tightly as your fingers keep pressing against her.

she lets out a sigh and her body relaxes, melting into the sofa like putty. her breathing is erratic and you can feel her heart thumping wildly in her chest where you’re leaning on it. licking one last stripe up her scars, you giggle and pull away, cradling her face with both your hands.

she grumbles at you incoherently, popping her eyes open just enough to look at you through her lashes as she catches her breath once more.

“next thing i know, you’re gonna be installing a vibrate function on this thing for next time,” she breathes out.

you laugh, “oh, there’s gonna be a next time is there?”

there absolutely will be a next time if that’s what she wants.

she glares at you now, poking at your thigh with one of her fixed claws. the tiny prick of pain makes you yelp and shudder.

“how about you get back to fixing up the rest of my hand—”

“—oh,” you swallow thickly, kicking yourself for wanting more and thinking that this could go further than what it just was.

you evidently do a terrible job at concealing your immediate heartache because she tsks at you and nudges you with her shoulder.

“let me finish,” she complains. “why don’t you finish up your work and then come back with me to mine.”

you smile dumbly at her and you can see her fight off her instincts to cringe at the display of affection.

“you know, i think you just became my favourite customer.”

she says nothing in return, opting to shake her head at you softly in defeat before pulling you in for another kiss. as she cups your cheek with her metal hand, you hope to yourself that it needs repairs every single day for the rest of your lives.