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Seducing the Councilwoman

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Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Tags: Sevika/Reader, Shameless Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Lesbian Sex, Clothed Sex, Hair-pulling, Vaginal Fingering, Teasing, Post Season 2, Councilwoman Sevika, Assistant Reader

Word Count: 3.9k Councilwoman Sevika is nothing like the other Council members. In fact, she’s nothing like any other woman in all of Valoran. She’s the epitome of tall, dark, handsome- and dangerous. So who can blame you, the innocent assistant to the Council, for falling for her undeniable charms?

But just who is seducing whom here?

AN: Posted this on AO3 last week, but figured I'd throw it on here too.

It’s another beautiful day in Piltover. Puffy white clouds paint the background of a blue sky. The sun shines through the ornate colored glass of the Council’s chambers, casting bright patterns along the tiled floor.

Much the contradiction to the sunny cheerfulness of the day, is one of the Council’s newest members.

Sevika.

She sits on the chair that, coincidentally enough, faces the window receiving the most direct light. A cape, dark red- almost burgundy- in color covers much of her left side. Even the gold stitching decorating the edges appears dull from the dirt and grime that comes from living in the Undercity. Her rich brown skin is adorned with other various dark shades; her hand- a black leather glove that also decorates her wrist; her face- accents painted in deep, chocolate tones, and obscured by short, wispy strands of nearly black hair.

And then there’s her expression. The epitome of overcast. Lips downturned and brows knit so tightly in their own decline that you can easily spot the little lines it creates just above her nose even from where you stand at the opposite end of the massive cog-shaped table in the center of the room. Had you not been privy to a few lucky and rare moments in which those lips curled in the opposite direction, you may have thought the scowl was permanent.

And yet- at least in your eyes- nothing in that room could possibly be more radiant than her.

She’s downright gorgeous.

And you’ve been lucky enough to land the position of assistant to the council, including- and most importantly- her.

Having grown up in the upper echelon that is Piltover, where everything is pristine, proper, pure, and “perfect”, it’s an absolute treat to see someone so… very much the opposite. At least to you, this was a good thing.

The remaining members of the Council watch Sevika with wary, judging eyes. They’re just as suspicious and distrusting of her as she is of them. And although she seems to hold some of that same skepticism towards you, you’ve been slowly buttering– working her up over the past several months.

As you make your way around the table, passing a fresh cup of hot tea to each member, you keep your eyes trained on Sevika, with a soft, feigned innocent smile on your face.

She notices, as given by the way her gray eyes meet yours for a brief moment before flitting back to one of the other members currently rambling about Janna knows what. You don’t know. And you quite frankly don’t care. All you care about is her.

When you make your way to her side, you gently place a hand on her opposite shoulder and bend over, bringing your lips far closer to her ear than you should, given your position and the current audience. But you’re too smooth about it. Nobody else in the room catches the show you’re putting on.

“I’ve put something a little extra special in your drink today, Councilwoman Sevika,” you all but purr. You carefully set her cup down on the table near where her arm rests. Her eyes focus briefly on the proffered drink, brows furrowing as if she can somehow concentrate hard enough to determine the contents. Contents she likely believes to be poisonous. She cocks her head just enough to peer up at you from the corner of her eyes.

Though those looks of obvious distrust should really sting given how much you fancy her, you truly find it nothing more than cute. Intriguing even. She has no reason to doubt your intentions towards her. They are purely innocent. Well, at least in the sense that you have no intention of harming her.

You slowly straighten up, allowing your fingertips to trail all too slowly along the back of her neck. Her nostrils flare, and you swear she even shivers a bit at that subtle touch.

You offer her a sweet smile and a not-so-subtle wink before strolling towards your seat off to the side of the large room.

Disappointingly, your seat is a bit too far to the side of Sevika for you to see that lovely face of hers. However, you are graced with her side profile, which is more than enough to feed you your fill of eye candy. From your position, you can clearly see that adorably prominent and round nose of hers- the one you’ve fantasized about riding far more times than any decent lady should. Also on clear display is a majority of her arm. She may only have one at the moment, but it’s worth far more than all the arms in that room combined. That delightfully toned arm- that bulging bicep- has starred in just as many of your fantasies. Whether wrapped around your neck or beneath your fingers as you held on for dear life while she railed you into a delirium–

You snap yourself out of your drifting imagination when you notice her reaching for the drink. Nearly leaning forward in your seat with anticipation, you watch as she slowly brings it to her deliciously soft-looking lips. She pauses- that silly, cute woman- likely trying to smell for nonexistent poison, before finally bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip.

Janna, you wish you could see her face when she realizes you’ve mixed her favorite whiskey into her tea. Or more like mixed tea into her favorite whiskey, given the ratio you used. You're more than well aware how much she likes her liquor.

She cocks her head just the slightest- she’s so cute - takes a moment to identify the familiar flavor before taking another sip.

To your utter dismay, she doesn’t finish her drink. Clearly, her distrust in all of Piltover’s inhabitants takes control of her better judgment. She could have just enjoyed a nice warm drink and melted some of those obviously taut nerves and muscles.

Muscles you want to explore with your hands.

And mouth.

Oh well. You’re not about to give up on your mission just yet.

So you sit through the rest of the Council meeting, attention entirely on Sevika. You hang on every word that falls from that pretty mouth of hers. On every syllable spoken in her seductively deep, rough voice. Your lips curl at every biting remark she makes. At every quick retort to the other Council members.

She’s more than just a pretty face.

More than just a sculpture of muscle.

She’s clever too.

She’s the whole package- and you’re bound and determined to break it open- make it yours.

The end of the meeting couldn’t come soon enough. Now comes your favorite part. You get to escort Sevika down the lift and out of the building before she heads back into the depths of the Undercity. It’s your chance to finally be alone with her.

You press the button to open the lift, stepping aside to allow her to enter first. As usual though, she stands rooted to her spot just a few steps from the opening, side-eyeing you.

Oh, and she’s a real gentlewoman too.

So cute.

You smile and whisper a soft “thank you” before stepping inside. You intentionally choose to stand in the center of the small space. No matter where she tries to stand, she’ll be close. So close.

She opts to stand just behind and to your right, her bicep brushing against your bare shoulder as she passes by. Sparks ignite your skin at that contact, and you wonder if she feels it too. You press the button for the main floor before turning to face her, your back against the door.

“Did you enjoy your drink, Councilwoman Sevika?” you ask sweetly.

She fixes you with narrowed eyes.

The lift makes it no further than halfway to the next floor when the side of her fist slams into the control panel right beside your head.

The sudden sound of bone on metal and the lift coming to a halt startles you a bit, but you’re quick to school your expression with another smile. You're confident she has just as little intention to hurt you as you do her.

She brings her face close to yours as she growls, “What’s your deal, girl?”

“My deal?” you ask- more feigned innocence. It shouldn’t be so fun to play naive with a woman this dangerous, but -oh goodness- does the way her nostrils flare and her pretty blue scars light up just pull you further towards that danger.

“Are you trying to poison me?” she grinds out through gritted teeth.

Her nose is nearly touching yours now, but you remain unmoved, cool, and confident. Your eyes never once leave hers, despite how tempting it is to take a peek at the bicep currently resting well within your periphery.

“What on Runeterra are you talking about?” you ask with a feathery light chuckle. “Of course not.”

“What did you put in my drink?”

“Your favorite whiskey. Or, at least I thought it was.” You give her a fake pout, as if offended that she didn’t like your gift.

She glares at you for a brief moment, her breath hot and heavy. She’s worked up and it’s absolutely lovely.

“Then why just my drink?” she finally asks.

“Because you’re my favorite,” you reply nonchalantly before adding, “Well, if I’m being perfectly honest, you’re the only one I like out of the whole lot.”

That seems to catch her off guard.

She cocks that brow again and you can see the gears turning in that pretty head of hers. She’s trying so hard to figure you out. To process all the hints you’ve been dropping over the past several months of meetings.

How much cuter can this woman get?

You decide to take pity on her- give her one more little hint.

You lift a hand through the small gap between your precariously close bodies to run your fingertip along one of the golden spikes adorning her shoulder pad. “You’re truly an amazing woman, you know? Nothing like anyone I’ve ever met.”

She huffs through her nose at that, clearly not falling for your flattery.

Not yet, at least.

You let your lids slowly flutter shut as you take in an exaggerated deep breath and relish in how delicious she smells. Spice, smoke, sweat.

“Girl, do you know who I am?” she asks, her voice much quieter now, but nonetheless threatening.

You open your eyes to meet hers again and smile coyly. “Oh, I know who you are, alright. I know far more about you than you likely realize. I know you were the kingpin Silco’s right-hand woman. I know all the things you’ve done with that hand of yours-” your eyes flit to where her cape covers her missing arm “-and the other. But what I really want to know is just what else that hand can do.”

She raises a single brow.

“I want you to show me,” you answer her unspoken question while trailing your finger down her arm and over her exposed bicep. You let your eyes descend to her lips, watching them intently as you slowly lick your lips. The corner of her mouth twitches, and you know you’ve finally got her.

That tiny gap is closed in an instant. Her body- a delightful blend of soft curves and hard muscle- is pressed fully against yours. Lips connect, and her mouth captures the soft gasp that pulls from your throat. Her fist remains pressed against the control panel, but you waste no time sliding your hands beneath her cape. One hand finds its way to the buckle that rests over her right breast, gripping it and pulling her impossibly closer. Your other hand travels down to the waist of her pants, fingers dipping beneath, desperate for a touch of that beautiful skin.

You press your tongue to her lips, which adorably enough open right up for you.

She’s just as eager as you are.

You delve inside, and -oh goodness- she tastes even better than she smells. Whiskey and warm spices. She’s a drink all of her own.

A wanton moan escapes your locked lips when her tongue meets yours. She cocks her head to deepen the kiss, that glorious nose of hers rubbing alongside yours. You press your knee between her strong thighs, and oh, does that elicit the most wonderful thing you’ve ever heard.

She groans, so deep from within her chest, you swear you can feel it.

You both freeze for a brief moment, equally startled by the intensity of her reaction.

Then she suddenly pulls back from the kiss. Her hand falls to her side, and your hands sadly lose their grip on her. She’s panting- chest heaving- and looking you over with furrowed brows.

How can this woman be so infuriatingly cute? You’re standing here waiting for her to tear you apart, do unspeakable things to your body, and she, ever the gentlewoman, or maybe she’s just paranoid, is still trying to figure out if this is really what you were after all this time.

Well, if she isn’t going to make the moves, you will do it for her.

You close that gap again, grasping a fistful of her cape to pull her lips back down to yours.

She immediately returns the kiss, but her hand hesitates, barely resting on your hip.

You playfully bite her bottom lip before locking eyes with her. “Don’t hold back,” you insist.

To your delight, she doesn’t.

The fingers on your hip sink in, gripping hard as she pushes you back against the wall of the lift with a resonating thud. Just when you think she’s about to kiss you again, she not only matches your move by biting down on your bottom lip, she presses her knee between your legs and uses her grip on your hip to drag your aching center up along her thick thigh.

The moan that spills from your parted lips is wanton, but you don’t forget your manners. “That’s it, baby,” you praise.

It’s clear she likes that praise. The little growl that rumbles from her chest might be her fighting it, but the way she rubs her own clothed core against your thigh is evidence enough.

Her mouth returns to yours, tongue delving inside hungrily. Her hand relinquishes its death grip on your hip to slide up your back, forcing you away from the wall and closer against her body. She doesn’t relent the pace of rubbing her thigh between your legs, nor her own grinding along yours.

Her fingers slip through the hair at your scalp, and without warning, she grabs it in her fist and yanks. Hard.

Your head falls back, breaking the kiss. The back of your head hits the metal wall behind you, but the sound is deafened by the almost guttural sound that rips from your chest.

Sharp teeth run along your chin to your neck as she continues to grind against you. She nips along the column of your throat, each bite timed with the rocking of her hips and the breathless moans pouring from your agape mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you huff out, your breath ragged as you try to meet her pace, your hips rolling and rocking.

She says nothing, mouth too focused on kissing and nipping at your neck. As she sucks particularly hard at the soft spot just above your collarbone, you’re certain there will be marks. Pretty, perfect marks you’ll wear with the utmost pride.

When she releases the death grip she has on your hair, you slowly let your head lower until your foreheads touch. Those beautiful gray eyes are glazed over, and you’re certain you’ve never seen a sight more beautiful. However, as good as the mutual humping is- which is anything but dry- you need more.

“You know–” you huff between your mutual grinding, “I wore– a skirt– for a reason.”

That bit of attitude seems to catch her off guard, her movement faltering, but she quickly takes the hint and brings her hand up to press two fingertips against the plush of your bottom lip.

You know what she wants, but you’re gonna make her use her words so you can hear that sinful voice of hers.

“Suck,” she demands, her voice husky and thick with desire.

You smile against the pads of her fingers, giving them a quick, chaste kiss before parting your lips.

She’s quick to slide them in, but you take your time, teasing her, slowly drawing circles around those thick digits with the tip of your tongue. She watches your mouth intently, and you can tell she’s growing impatient, her movements becoming more erratic.

You take the last length of her fingers fully into your mouth and suck, making a show of softly closing your eyes and moaning.

“Shit,” she groans so quietly you almost miss it.

When you open your eyes to meet hers, she slowly slides her fingers from your mouth, looking as if she’s fighting the urge to eat you alive right then and there.

You’d let her if she tried.

She backs away slightly, giving her just enough space to slip her hand between your bodies, but her eyes remain fixated on your expression. She’s tauntingly slow as she slips her hand beneath the hem of your skirt and slides it further up your thighs.

It’s maddening, and you can’t help but wonder if it's intentional. Like she’s trying to goad you. If only you could get in that gorgeous head of hers and read her mind. Those thoughts quickly escape you when her digits finally reach the apex of your thighs.

Both of you gasp in unison; you from the blissful contact, she from the surprise that you had gone sans panties that day. Little does she know, you did it for this exact situation.

She dips just the tip of her middle finger between your wet folds.

Your knees threaten to buckle, and your breath hitches. You grasp her cape with both hands- not only to catch yourself, but to pull her lips back to yours before the impending whimper can escape your mouth.

She kisses you just as slowly as her finger teases your entrance. And it seems the little whines that make their way unbidden from your throat only serve to encourage her to continue the delightful torture.

She breaks the kiss before you’re ready and even has the audacity to pull back when you attempt to recapture her mouth with your own.

Just when did she become the one in charge?

You narrow your eyes at her, trying to look in control, but each little teasing touch between your legs makes it beyond challenging. It’s damn near impossible. And the undeniably sexy look in her eyes- the purely carnal lust- is not helping your situation.

But you’ve got to try.

“Stop teas-” Before you can finish your demand, she thrusts her middle finger inside you, clear to the last knuckle. It rips a startled cry of pleasure from you.

That had to be intentional.

But you’ve got no time or brain power to retaliate, because she immediately starts sliding that gloriously thick finger in and out at the perfect pace.

You try desperately to keep your eyes open and your mouth shut, but Janna- she looks so fucking hot and is making you feel so damn good. And when you feel her slip nearly all the way out to allow another finger to join, you know it’s a losing battle. As she slowly slides back in, you let your eyes fall shut and bring your lips to rest against the scars that decorate her neck. You're not about to let her see you falling apart so easily.

As her fingers bottom out inside you, filling you so completely, you’re certain there’s no way you could ever take more from her.

And you don't need to either. She feels so- damn- good!

It doesn’t take long for her to work you up, pumping and curling her fingers just right. There’s no doubt she’s experienced. This isn’t her first rodeo.

You try to kiss, suck, and bite her neck to hide the moans she’s pulling from you, but you’re so close now.

So blissfully close.

You slip a hand up to grasp her bicep, feeling the muscle beneath flex with her effort.

You nearly cry from desperation and disappointment when those expert fingers slip out, but when you feel her rubbing her thumb against them, you know exactly what she’s doing.

Both digits slip right back in, but this time her thumb joins the endeavor, pressing gently against your swollen clit and smearing it with your juices.

“Oh baby, that’s good,” you practically cry.

She picks right up where she left off, making circles around your clit with each thrust of her fingers. She brings her mouth to your ear, yet another move taken from your book, and somewhere in the back of your delirium-induced mind you hear her rasp, “Say my name when you cum.”

She didn’t even need to ask.

The sound of her husky voice, the warm breath against your ear, and the perfectly timed strokes along your clit send you falling off the edge and right into euphoria.

“Oh fuck, Sevika!” you cry out, certainly loud enough for anyone remaining in the building to hear.

Neither of you could care less.

Every muscle in your body pulls taut, your fingers gripping her bicep threatening to break skin, before quickly releasing in bursts of mind-numbing pleasure.

She leans her head back, eyes alight with fascination as she watches you fall apart before her. She continues to fuck you with her fingers, only easing her pace when she catches the way your body jerks and eyes squeeze shut at the overstimulation.

At a tauntingly slow rate, she slides her fingers out of your now drenched pussy. You watch through half-lidded eyes as she brings them to your parted lips.

This time, you don’t make her speak, you just accept her fingers. You don’t make a show either. You couldn’t if you’d wanted- too fucked out. You let her run those wet digits slowly down along your tongue and back out of your mouth. The taste of your own juices invades your mouth, and you know she's enjoying knowing that.

No longer able to hold your own weight, you fall back against the wall of the lift.

But thank Janna you recover enough to catch that rare glimpse of perfection you’d thought about earlier. As she stands there, staring at you, the corner of her mouth curls into a haughty and undeniably sexy smirk.

She crudely wipes the remaining liquid coating her fingers across her pants before reaching beside your head to press the button for the main floor.

All you can do as the two of you descend is fight to stay upright while she simply watches you with the satisfaction of a job well done.

When the lift comes to a halt at the bottom floor, she steps into your space, bringing her lips to your ears again.

“Make sure you wear that skirt for me next time too, baby.”

The way she says that pet name…

She pulls back, offering you one last smug smile before strolling past you and off the lift.

You blink several times, still not completely in your right mind.

Was she playing you the entire time?

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