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Lust in the Lanes

Hey my darlings! I was needing some Sevika stuff so I thought I'd write some for you xx

Also, this was just a quick idea that I wanted to get out there, so please let me know if you did enjoy it and wanted me to carry on with it :)

F!reader x Sevika

Tw: mainly only Sevika's dirty thoughts lol

It was late, as Sevika ordered her usual drink, slumped back in her chair and exhaled. It had been a long week. She had just finished 'dealing' with some unwanted people. Silco's orders of course, but she was a bit bashed up. She was used to it though so she decided she would treat her mildly shallow wounds after a couple of drinks to loosen up.

It was relatively empty tonight in the Last drop, with a few guys playing cards in the corner and one or two others scattered around. Things had calmed down in the lanes for once, and Sevika wasn't going to object to having fewer jobs to do. Hauling round the undercity all the time, carrying out Silco's commands was never too hard of a task, but of course it did tire her to some extent. She was in some way, relieved that business was going relatively smooth but she knew not to get too used to this as she suspected it wouldn't be long before an uproar would emerge from The Nation of Zaun as it always did. Nothing ever stays for long down there.

It had been a few minutes when Sevika was pulled out of her thoughts. The bell chimed as the door opened, the sound of the loud bustle outside spilt into the Last drop before becoming muffled once the door swung shut.

She watched as you strode in at a steady pace, she could tell you were ready to break out into a fight at any moment. The way your thumb was still on the handle of your gun as it hung from the belt on your hip. You scanned the bar, seeming to relax just the slightest when you confirmed there was no immediate opposing threat just yet.

She knew you. She had worked with you once on a mission. Your leader and Silco had made an agreement to infultrate and take out a certain organization that was pestering and interfering with both parties. On the mission, neither you nor Sevika had talked with one another, but you both acknowledged eachothers presence. That's just how it was.

As the mission was carried out, she had observed you from afar which was out of character for Sevika but she couldn't help it. There was just something unspoken about you that drew her to you, an interest that had no exact reason to be but existed nonetheless.

The main thing she had gathered from you was that you were quiet. Not shy but just quiet because it was appropriate for the job and it was fitting in some ways. But you did make small talk with others when the opportunity came up, stepping back after a while to observe.

She subtly stared as you sat, a chair left between the two of you. You ordered your favorite that just so happened to be the same drink as hers.

"Nice choice"

She hummed as she gestured to your drink. Her voice was rough and husky, but it had a warmth to it that suited her.

You noted the drinks you both had and nodded in acknowledgement,

"It's nice to see you again, Sevika"

God, the way you said her name. It sounded so right coming from your lips. Thoes lips....God your lips, and you hair and your eyes....and your thighs....thighs...

Her mind branched out with so many thoughts, desires, needs. God thoes thighs would look so good clenched around her head as she devoured you, griping your hips down to keep you from getting away. Not that you would try by the looks of you grinding your pussy back up into her face and-

"Likewise"

She replied, quickly drawing herself from her....thoughts.

God she needs to get a hold on herself. Especially when she's fantasizing about the very person she's having a conversation with.

Maybe she's just drunk (She's hardly touched her drink).

Sorry to cut it short but that all I could write for now but PLEASE tell me if you would like me to carry on with this.

Thank you my darlings xx

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Imagine being chased through the dense forest, by none other than your boyfriend. Dressed in black pants and a slightly too small shirt that hugged his muscles. It was all topped off with a mask, that fucking mask that made your thighs clench when you saw him wear it.

He knows your screams and hitched breaths aren't just from stumbling deeper into the moonlit forest, pathetically attempting to escape him. oh no. He knows that you're just throbbing, knowing how much you love this. How the adrenaline rush is feeding into your twisted desires and how excited you're getting by all of this. It obvious that you like this, and now he has started to like it too. Call it, the thrill of the chase.

He's trailing close behind you, eyes locked on your helpless flailing figure, tripping over roots and pushing past trees. He calls out in that low, seductive tone, taunting you.

"Oh come one darling, stop running. I won't hurt you more than you deserve." He hummed. His smirk evident even through his mask. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

In no time at all, he's got you backed up infront of a tree. Staring down at your 'panicked' state. You slump onto the ground, head tilted up, unable to unlock eyes with him as he reaches down and grips your chin.

There's silence for a moment and you were nervous that he could hear the beating of your heart. It was thumping against your chest, rapidly.

"Caught you"

(You definitely got fucked against the tree)