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not-rigel · 8 days ago

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I've got you now

warnings: BUTCH4BUTCH , councillor sevika, brothel setting, sevika needs comfort, smut, titty sucking, STRAP SUCKING (reader receiving 🤭), strap refered to as dick, tribbing, praise kink, softvika, use of "good boy", passionate sex, it's freaky and emotional in this bitch, giving reader a touch of PTSD and none of you can stop me, not beta read we die like jayvik

wc: 4.6k

part 1 < read this first!!!

a/n: oh GAWD where do I start. this took so so so so long for me to complete due to stress and falling out of writing too long. basically trying to say I picked this up and put it back down A LOT and it might show in some places but I hope y'all love it the same. and thankies to @ennanist for letting my yap and give sneak peaks and just generally giving me motivation to even finish this. I love you a million squared plus seven. as mentioned earlier, this fic is full of intention to make you explode <3

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Life’s slowed to a pace you don't understand yet. Zaun’s been dragged through hell. Bystanders brutalized by Noxians, allowed by Piltovian councillors that are now dead. It's hardly the justice Zaun deserves, General Ambessa Medarda’s death hardly accounts for those murdered under her martial law.

But in the face of chaos, comfort proves the best remedy. Loving touch, no matter the price, no matter how genuine, is something everyone wants. Sevika feels lucky that her connection with you is genuine. Something definitely unlocked a part of herself that second night together.

She’s become incredibly emotional after sex, you’re the only person she's ever felt this emotional with. The safest place in the world for her is in your arms. Nothing from her life follows her into your embrace. It takes so long for the emotions from being with you to finish burning through her heart. Aftercare has become increasingly longer, the highest rush of love coursing through her body everyone she cums. The more and more emotions she felt, the more time she needed to let them swim through her body.

Amendments have been made to the contract, Sevika initially filled the contract with what she likes. Together you revised her wants, adding in all the things she's come to love. She loves your empathy and how you talk her through sex, the gentle way you guide her to her orgasms when she’s submissive. Loves being praised, no matter the dynamic. She loves when you call her yours. She loves calling you her’s. You're her safety, her solace, her love, her prince, her protection, her butch.

And gods did she need her butch. She's part of the Piltover council, a stark deviation from Silco’s plans. Her life's changed significantly, turned 180° and forcing her to walk backwards to keep moving in the same direction. She's tripping over her own feet and she's sure her fellow councillors have been setting obstacles behind her back. But twice a week your love was exactly where she knew to find it, picking her back up to her feet.

After two months of having her as a loyal client, you knew her to a point beyond words. Knew when she wanted something and wouldn't admit it. Knew when she needed comfort. Knew when she needed a shoulder to cry on. You're certain you're the only person in the world to see her cry. It's still an honor you accept with complete warmth.

She arrives tonight right on time, which is fifteen minutes early. Taking up the final two hours of your night. She does it to show off in the only way she can since your relationship is restricted to the brothel. She spots you, leaning on a wall drinking a glass of water. You look handsome as always. Your top is cropped, leaving a strip of your midriff revealed. Your boxers peek over the band of your pants, hugging your hips. A few accessories compliment the outfit and to top it all off familiar straps are around your hips. Beneath your pants but over your boxers.

She’s smiling before you even notice her. Within seconds, you recognize her shape and gait in your peripheral. She appears more tired than usual, her steps are a bit too slow.

The way you use your hips to push yourself off the wall has her thinking all the best thoughts. You smoothly hand your glass off to another worker. She struts the rest of the distance between you. You drape your arms over her shoulders and press your chest to hers, leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek.

“You're trying to kill me, aren't you?” Her voice is beautifully soft, light with relief after a long week.

“Sweetheart, I would never.”

“No, I think this counts as attempted murder,” She presses her hips to yours to feel you. You're not packing, simply wearing the harness to tease her. You frown at her but your eyes are smiling. You knew she’d be in tonight, so you did plan this outfit just for her.

You pull her shoulder down to whisper into her ear, “Guilty.”

She chuckles as she rests her mechanical hand on your lower back, fingertips brushing the band of your boxers. You can feel a gravity around the two of you, pulling in stares. Pulling Sevika closer to you and you to her. Pulling her soft grey stare to your lips. And maybe you've pulled too much attention to yourself because someone clears their throat next to you.

“Your room is ready, if you're even going to use it,” Miguel interrupts. You look over your shoulder to quip back at him but Sevika is already trying to pull you in the other direction.

“We’re using it,” she says for you. Sevika leads you down the hallway, down to the golden curtain and into her sanctuary. Within seconds she's wrapped around you, hugging you to her while bringing her head down for a kiss. She kisses you in a perfect, deep, fulfilling way. Her long exhale whistles across your cheek. For minutes, she unwinds herself in kissing you. When her shoulders have finally lost most of their tension, she pulls away.

“I needed this so much. You have no idea,” she sighs.

“Tell me about it?” You offer, nodding toward the bed.

“Yeah.”

You take your position on the bed, lying on your back so she can lay her head on your breasts. She joins you in bed and lays her ear right over your heartbeat. Your rhythm flutters as she drapes her arm over your waist. You caress her head, gently stroking over her hair with your thumb.

“Just when I've got their logic figured out… They still refuse to compromise. We’ll have a meeting to discuss proposals. And they’ll… groan for hours about the stupid shit they care about. About the problems that they cause and refuse to find a solution to. Anything to keep me from making suggestions. I got into it with one of them, I knew I shouldn't have but I was frustrated. Apparently, I was ‘out of conduct’ and my proposal was barred,” she takes a breath in and holds it. You hold your breath as well, not ready to hear how much more to the story there actually is.

“Day in and day out they call me difficult. Problematic. Uncompromising. Ill-mannered. Tell me that I talked out of turn when I knew I didn't. But me calling him a troglodyte crossed the fucking line. And calling the hypocrisy out only riled them up more. A room full of the ‘sharpest minds’ in Piltover and their logic goes to shit over one petty insult.”

She falls silent for a long moment and you know she's waiting for your comfort. Words don't ever get underneath Sevika’s skin in this way, but her recent failures left enough room for the insecurities to crawl underneath like roaches. You weave strands of her hair between your fingers, something that always calms her.

“My love, you are uncompromising. You're unrelenting. You're committed. You're devoted. You're loyal to the people that need you. I know you, Sev. I know you accepted because you knew you'd be the only one to see it through. You're exactly what that council needs because you are all those things and more.”

Your statement changes the connotation of the words used to belittle her. With your words, being uncompromising is strength. The ability to stand in one place and refuse to lessen herself is a position of power. One she's held most her life but somehow lost in the short time since she’s become a councillor. She grabs the hand that's in her hair and draws it to her lips to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

“Yeah, It's just gonna set me back weeks,” she sighs. Sevika knows how big egos react when they've been bruised. The Councillors and the Chem Barons are quite similar in that regard. They'll insist all disputes are forgiven then take out their grudges for months. But Sevika doesn't need to worry about that now. You have her for the next hour and fifty-five minutes. Sevika crawls over your body, trailing kisses up your neck.

“You're the best,” she says with a kiss to your cheek, “I wish I could have you with me outside this place.” She’s doing the best she can on those nights without you. You're a large source of her happiness, her calm and her stability. Joy seems to slip through her fingers faster than water when you're not with her.

“Do you… wanna get out of here?’ you offer. It's a risky ask as it's very against the rules. You're fully aware why the rule is in place, you've had clients ask you to go to second locations you knew weren't safe. But you trust Sevika. You don't know if it'll cost you your job but it's a risk you're willing to take.

At first Sevika assumes you must not know about Babette’s rule but when she looks into your eyes she can tell you understand what you're risking. “Would you be okay with coming to my place?” She asks, and she's a bit surprised by how easy it feels to offer something so intimate. She doesn't have a nice apartment, she's the only councillor without an estate. And she refuses to accept any offers to live uptown.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

You leave the bed and peek out the curtain to check who might catch you in the hallway. It's mostly clear of people, just a couple patrons hanging by one of the open rooms.

You wave Sevika over. When she's close enough, you grab her by the arm to rush her out the back door. When you open the door a few drops of water tap your head and you hear the pitter-patter of the rain. It's delicate and almost serene.

Sevika pulls her cape off her shoulders and drapes it over you, “Shit, forgot it's supposed to rain today.”

You catch a few drops in your hand, “I didn't hear about it. But I'm not complaining.” You've always loved the rain. It waters you like a flower, making you feel more alive. The cool bite of the air makes you aware of what living really feels like. And the tender warmth of Sevika's hand taking yours gives you something to live for.

“So, you like the rain?” She asks.

“Yeah, You could say I really like the rain.”

Sevika learns to love the rain as she guides you to her home, laughing as she splashes in a puddle for the first time in decades. Her hair’s soaked through and her socks are damp in her boots when she arrives but she can't find it in her to care.

“I know it's not as nice as what we're used to but it's home,” she explains at the door, while you both take off your shoes. When she opens it you see that she mistakenly set your expectations low. She's very clean— trickets, tools and mementos neatly in their places. Her last mechanical arm, still decorated with faint neon scribbles, is mounted proudly on her wall. Sure, the paint on the walls is peeling in places and her couch hides the uneven floorboards but it's a home. Not four glittering walls and a curtain to keep you.

“I see what you mean. Your place is far better than mine,” you look over your shoulder but Sevika hasn't stepped in yet. She's hunched in the door frame, grimacing as she peels the wet socks from her feet.

“Oh no,” you cringe, “Wet socks.”

“Worth it,” she sighs as she shuts the door, crossing her apartment to toss her socks into the bathroom hamper.

You follow, pulling her cape off your shoulders, your outfit dry underneath. You hold it out to her, “This too?”

Sevika pauses for a moment, eyes fixed on your midriff. Someone how in the short time it took to walk to her apartment, she forgotten how fucking sexy you look. You make her heart race and her mind go feral. Your breath hitches as she looks you over, and you wish her hands were on you instead of her gaze.

“Dont give me the “fuck me” eyes yet, sweetheart. I still need to wash my hands” you tease. You're beaming with pride, the way she stares fuels your confidence.

Sevika needs to take a moment to compose herself. Her breath’s gone from her lungs and your words send a shudder through her body. Her thoughts are in the most erotic places, tangled together with you in the sheets. She's stuck in place so you have to place the cloak in the hamper.

“Okay, I'm gonna get cleaned up a bit. You're free to join,” you tell her, turning to wash your hands in the sink. Sevika seems to snap out of her stupor, slowly taking off her damp clothes. She strips down to her boxers right behind you, leaving you to watch in the mirror.

She glances up and catches you gawking at her, “And you gave me shit for staring.”

“I did,” you say proudly. Sevika cackles, picking out a clean towel to dry her hair.

“Soon as I'm dry, I'll show you my bedroom. Maybe do something other than stare at each other.”

She checks the dampness of her hair and it's mostly dry, enough to air-dry within the next ten minutes, and tosses the towel in with the laundry to be done later. Sevika knows she won't remember to switch it over.

The domesticity you manage with Sevika within 5 minutes of being in her home is the most balanced you've felt in a month. It's natural and genuine and true. It feels like somewhere to belong, not just someplace you can fit in.

“C’mon. Bedroom,” she orders as she passes behind you, pinching your ass as she goes. You rush after her, slapping her ass as payback.

“Jokes on you, I’m into that shit,” Sevika cracks, not even slowing in her pace. She opens her door and you get another peek into her life. Her room is much more lived in than the rest of the apartment; books on the floor around the case, lines etched in the floor from furniture being dragged, half empty glasses of water on her nightstand.

You stand behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I'm glad you brought me,” you say with a kiss on her shoulder.

Sevika turns to face you, her hands roam along your exposed skin. Her gaze is heated as she looks down at you, lips tilting up in a smirk, “Me too.”

Her eyes roam your face, taking you in for a moment before her eyes go to your lips and she leans down. Her lips meet yours gently at first, just a soft press. Her kisses deepen gradually. She catches your bottom lip between hers, sucking at it.

Sevika lets out a deep, guttural sound that was somewhere between a growl and a moan as you hook your arms over her shoulders, pulling her closer. She's practically pressed up against you. Her hands grip your hips possessively as she kisses you, her gentleness abandoned. She bites your bottom lip before pushing her tongue into your mouth. Meanwhile, one hand starts undoing your pants. You chase the pressure on your groin causing Sevika to fumble with the zipper.

Your hands move over one another, pulling and shoving at what's left of each other's clothes. Getting that tricky zipper for her. Her lips only leave yours for a few moments at a time. To take a breath, to pull your shirt over your head, to tell you that you take her breath away. You completely lose your sense of time. Free from the worry of your hour ending but still bound by heart to your contract. You're fully devoted to her for as long as she’ll have you.

When you separate again for air, Sevika fully takes the reins, pushing you back onto the bed and tasting all the flesh exposed to her. She presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along your neck moving downward. Her lips and tongue trace patterns on your sensitive skin, knowing exactly how it drives you crazy. When her lips trace over the plushest part of your breast, you arch into her touch, hands tangling in her hair. You hold her in place despite knowing she won't go anywhere.

You moan softly when she bites down on your nipple. Your eyes flutter closed as she worships your body with her mouth. She bites and sucks gently, marking you exactly as she always does, rewarded with a groan of her name.

She switches breasts after a moment, giving the other the same care. She holds your squirming hips in place, moving lower, her tongue tracing every curve and line on your torso. Nipping at the skin right above the straps of your harness. It entices her, her head travelling father down and it gives her an idea.

“I want to try something,” she moans into your skin.

“Yeah? You gonna tell me what it is?”

“You gotta get something to put in this strap first,” she explains.

“Deal, you can pick the toy too.”

“You didn't even hear me out,” she chuckles.

“Don't need to. You've always respected our contract.”

It's Sevika's turn to feel pride. Trust rarely comes her way and you gave it to her so easily. And she knows your trust isn't fragile.

“Be right back, babe. Gotta go get your dick.”

The absurdity of the sentence makes you snort. Sevika sorts through her collection, already sure which dildo she wants to choose. It doesn't take her long, as it's near the top. The size and girth is close to what she usually picks at the brothel.

You stand up from the bed, letting her kneel between your thighs. She works on fitting the dildo to the harness, pressing quick kisses to your thighs as she works. When the dildo is secure, she readjusts the straps so they're snug and not too tight on your hips. Her fingers brush over your skin purposefully, sending small jolts through you. She pushes you by the thighs to sit on the edge of the bed.

“You really should've asked for this sooner, you know?” you sigh, shifting your hips.

She chuckles and kisses your inner thigh, "I know. It's just hard to ask for one thing when I want everything with you." She moves her kisses closer to the strap, one hand already gripping the dildo, her breath hot against your skin. When her kisses reach the tops of your thighs you're shivering so she knows you're ready.

Sevika holds the dildo in her hand, kissing over the plastic shaft while maintaining eye contact.

She gently takes the tip into her mouth.

"Take it slow, sweetheart,” you urge, more to save yourself from overheating. You watch her intently, eyes filled with lust and admiration as she takes you in her mouth. Heat licks over your face and neck as she stares at you, silver and seductive. She moves slowly, taking a few inches in. When she pulls her head back, a string of saliva connects the tip of the dildo and her lips. You moan softly, your hips bucking slightly.

She collected more saliva into her mouth and spread it with sloppy kisses over the dildo, hand still gripping the base. She wraps her lips around it and bobs her head at a slow pace, taking just a bit more each time. This is easily the most passionate thing you've ever experienced. Her mouth working with eager focus, putting in every effort to ensure you can feel her. Sucking her own toy like it's your dick. She's drooling over you, getting it smeared over her lips and cheeks.

“Just like that, Sev. Good boy,” you encourage.

Your breathing becomes heavier as she continues. “Feels so good,” you rasp. Sevila’s moans are muffled, her thighs pressing together for that sweet pressure.

"Can you take it deeper?" You grasp her hair, guiding your dick further into her throat. Sevika whimpers pathetically. In this moment, as her eyes look up at you, you're in an entirely new reality. You can feel her. Her tongue swirling over your tip, the suction of her lips. The soft flesh of her cheeks. Her warmth spreads up your abdomen. You feel it all.

Your free hand covers your mouth as your eyelids begin to flutter. Your orgasm flushes over your body before you can identify the feeling. It's new, washing your body with pure desire. You don't care if it's psychological but you swear you can feel your cum spilling into her mouth. Feel her swallow. Your hand trembles slightly as she rests her head between your thighs, staring up at you with your dick pressed against her cheek. She knows what you're feeling, the euphoria. The intimacy that can only be described as undeniably queer.

“Good head?” she teases.

“That was the best head of my life, are you kidding?” you rasp.

She crawls up your body, straddling your lap. You immediately pull her to you. Her breasts shove against yours.

“I need you closer,” you gasp. Every inch of your skin craves hers. You desperately loosen the straps on your harness, forcing it down your legs as soon as it's loose enough. You blindly kick the harness from your ankles, laying further back into the bed and pulling Sevika with you.

You part your thighs to make space for her and Sevika quickly takes her place. Her hands roam your thighs

“I need you now, Sev,” you plead, pushing your cunt closer to hers. You have the control, your wants are all that matters to Sevika now.

“Shh, I've got you. I'll take care of you,” she soothes, her thumb rubs over your clit, watching how goosebumps prick your skin. The hairs on your thighs stand up. Sevika pushes your thighs into place, moving her hips so her cunt is right over yours.

She sinks slowly, groaning as you cunts kiss. Her clit moves right over yours. You feel her warmth and wetness and you whimper, pressing your hips up.

“Oh fuck,” you choke. “You always feel so good, Sev.”

There's no friction as she moves, You're both sopping wet from her sucking your strap. She starts to grind faster, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. She moans softly, feeling your clit rub against hers.

"Fuck..." she breathes out. She speeds up the pace slightly, the unmistakable sound of sex echoing through her apartment. Your slick mixes together, not caring where you end and Sevika begins.

You grasp her thighs, guiding her to a slower rhythm. You watch her clit drag over yours, beads of arousal drench her pubic hair. Sweat coats both your bodies yet you're hardly close. You need to be closer.

“Sevika,” you pant, “Need you to hold my legs open wide while you fuck my pussy with yours. Please.”

A shiver runs up Sevika’s spine as you plead. That unshaking feeling that she'll do anything you ask of her. From the very first night, you had set fire to her heart. And she has no intention to put it out. No reason to douse her care, adoration, passion, and love. She could never want for more.

She grabs your ankles, guiding your legs further apart. "You ready for me, greedy boy?”

Her words snap every bit of self control away from you. Tears prick your eyes as you beg for her, “Yes! Don't make me wait, please.”

Suddenly, she pulls back slightly and spits right onto your swollen clit before grinding back against it.

“Oh my gods,” You can hear how wet you are, your face burns from the sound but it doesn’t stop you from pressing closer to her.

Your hips rolled together in a sensual dance, the feeling of her body against yours sets you up for an orgasm only she can give you. Her movements become stuttered and intense as she chases her own. Her breasts wave at you for attention, puffy nipples begging to be pinched and kissed and covered in saliva. You grasp her breasts in your hands, capturing her nipples between your thumbs and forefingers. Sevika’s eyelids flutter as she groans.

Sevika releases her hold on your ankles, laying her hands over your abdomen as it's heaves with your breaths.

"Good boy, keep those legs spread open for me," she rasps. Your eyes lock with hers as you approach the threshold. She looks down at you with intense desire and love in her eyes. Your vision blurs as tears well in your eyes and streak down your face. In the safety of her own bed, hugged by your things, Sevika’s more honest. No one else here to overhear words that she's reserved for you.

“I love you,” Sevika cries, holding onto you like a lifeline. The words are out and she won't take them back. You’d sense she felt this way long ago — around the same time you realized you love her — but hearing it yourself makes it real.

“I love you, Sevika. Fuck, I love you,” you gasp. If you could capture a moment in a bottle, it would be this one. Your orgasms harmonize, her low whimpers with your whiny cries. Names on each other's lips. “I love you” echoed back and forth. Her hot release dripping into you. You feel complete.

But you still want more. You still want her. For hours, you get more lost between the sheets with her. Sweet words said on pillows. You fight the daylight, refusing to let the night end. And when you do finally tire, you lay your head on her beating heart.

“Sev?”

“Yeah?”

You sit up so you can look at her, nervous glance meeting her eyes for a second before pulling away. “I kinda came to a realization just now,” you begin.

Sevika's officially terrified, you've been serious like this before but she's more scared of why you're being so cryptic. She turns over so she can face you properly, holding your hand. Her thumb rubs comforting circles over your knuckles.

“My prince, what is it?”

You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find the right words. But no option seems any better than the last.

“I think I’m going to drop you as my client. I’ll try to explain but these feelings have been pretty hard to sort through,” you force out the idea before you can chicken out. “Truth is, uh, I've been trying to live normally despite all these uncontrollable changes happening these last few months; having to move, going to war, losing people, and it's been so hard to think about any of those things when I'm working. And I love my job. I love what I am able to do for other people, it gives me so much joy and confidence. But the more things change, I start to feel worse about not changing,’ tears fill your eyes as you try to explain your feelings. And the more you explain them, the easier they become to name. Your voice trembles when you speak again.

“Silco’s dead and we went to war with Noxus and even Babette was fucking arrested and it's changed everything I know and I never took time to adjust. But tonight… this is what I want my life to be like. I want to go to work, and I want to come home to you every single day and have someone I can tell those things to. I have somewhere to belong with you and I don't remember how long it's been since I've had that,” you finish explaining.

Sevika pulls your hands in hers to her lips, pressing the softest most understanding kiss to your skin. “I’ll come home to you every single night and love you every moment, all without paying you a dime. I promise."

#sevika x reader #butch4butch sevika #sevika my love #if u love this as much as I love this #leave a comment pls pls pls #the wc does not reflect how much time was spent on this #hopefully the quality does

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