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venomvalley · 4 months ago

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Hii! I know you’re probably busy and everything, but I thought I’d give it a try.

I wanted to ask you if you could write a sevika fic where her gf/wife (or if you want more drama, her bestfriend 😼) is ovulating and is needy, and sevika decides to help her.

I’m sorry if this isn’t quite something you’d like to write, if you don’t you can just skip over it, luv ya🫶🏻

THIRD PHASE

sevika x fem!reader | 2.5k words

TAGS: 18+! pre-time skip sevika, just besties being besties, club bathroom sex, slight scent kink, fingering and oral (both receiving)

NOTES: funny coincidence is that im also ovulating so this is exceptionally horny. do not say i didnt warn u

“This is bullshit.”

You collapse against the back cushion of the booth with a frustrated sigh, tapping your empty glass on the top of the table. Sat in this claustrophobic club for three hours, neon lights flashing, music so loud a migraine teases at the base of your skull, and absolutely no pretty girl to show for it.

On your right, Sevika passes you a half-full bottle of tequila with a pinch to her brow. Three drinks deep and she's barely tipsy. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You grab the bottle and set it in front of you, hands wringing tight around the neck. “All these people, and not a single one appeals to me.”

You're elbow-deep in a hormonal dilemma of disastrous proportions, chained to the nature of your menstrual cycle. Third phase: ovulation.

In other words, you're really fucking horny.

“I wonder why. You've been in a shit mood all day.”

From the corner of your eye, you glare at her—one of the very few people you can call a friend. Met each other back when Vander and Silco still ran the Undercity, and bonded over revolution and shit childhoods and causing trouble for the Enforcers.

It’s just Vander now, and the two of you are older and wiser and still attached at the hip. Loyal to the end. You prove it by fighting like an old married couple a month away from stabbing each other to death.

“Fuck you, Sevika.”

By the mercy of Janna, you wish you could fuck something. Woke up this morning with a second pulse between your legs, underwear soaked through, thighs slick and sticky, and your hand accomplished nothing. You tried. Three different times before leaving for your bartending job.

The need followed you throughout the work day. Every woman that walked through the door fell victim to your scrutinizing eye. You wouldn't dare leer at them, but did you sneak a quick glance or four when they looked away?

Well. You're only human. And your human brain has been stuck in a thought loop of sexual fantasy and craving pussy since you opened your eyes.

A smack to the table snaps you back to the thrumming bass of the club and the warm body beside you.

“Hey. Did you hear what I said?” She leans in close to scream over the music, breath fanning over your ear, and you tense up to suppress a sudden shiver.

“No fucking clue.” You don't dare look up at her, eyes staring a hole through the bottom of your mysteriously full glass.

You need to get laid as of yesterday.

She rests her forearm on your shoulder. Weighs your right side down to bring you closer, and you could scream at the brush of her chest against your bicep.

“Got word of a raid at Basher's shop, so we're meeting tomorrow at Vander's to hear the plan. You in?”

When you turn to face her, you’re close enough that you almost brush noses, and under zero circumstances do you follow the plush curve of her lips. You definitely don't notice the way her tits fill out her shirt, or how pretty she is beneath the neon lights of the club.

Oh.

Ohhh no. That's not good.

You nod your head. “I'll be there.”

She smells like tequila and cigarettes and the wind from the docks. A bit sweaty from running around outside all day.

It shouldn't be hot. It really, really shouldn't be, but it is. Gods, it is.

Which is exactly why you make a quick escape, scooting out of the booth to make a beeline for the bathroom. You almost drown yourself in two handfuls of ice cold water, bent over the sink to calm yourself down. Droplets get everywhere—they run down your neck and arms, wet the leather of your boots, pool up on the edge of the sink.

You're going insane. Actually, certifiably insane. Never before have your hormones driven you to this point.

New plan: grab the nearest consenting woman you can find, drag her into the nearest secluded alley, and eat her out until she either cries or faints. Maybe if you ask nicely, she'll reciprocate.

Unfortunately for you, the first woman you lay eyes on when you open the bathroom door is a very stern-looking Sevika. She blocks your path, squinting down at you. The only person in your life who knows how to make you feel small, submissive.

Her gaze on you heats up your blood, makes your heart race, and you attempt to squeeze by her only for her to sidestep at the last second. She backs you into the bathroom with a large, pressing hand against the center of your chest. Closes then locks the door with a frustrated growl.

“What the hell's gotten into you?” She steps forward until the toes of her boots kiss yours. “Tomorrow's important, and I—we need you there.” She leans in close, hissing, “Get your shit together.”

For a second, you think you might pass out. Wanna kiss her so bad your knees threaten to buckle.

But she's right, and who better to vent to about your hormonal woes than your closest friend? Maybe she can introduce you to a pretty girl that's just your type.

She turns to leave, and you grab her by the wrist, centering her attention back onto you. “Alright, okay. Fine.” You inhale deep, arms stretching away from your sides. “I'm horny and I really need to get laid but but I can't do the whole ‘strangers’ thing like everybody else can, and I need to eat pussy so bad that I might actually cry.”

You expect some sort of reaction. Irritation or disgust, but she looks at you like you’ve just explained the entire history of cast iron cookware for the past four hours.

“… That's it.”

“What do you mean, that’s it?”

Her eyes roll toward the ceiling, searching for patience in its water-stained pattern. “You don't fuck strangers. Fine. But you could've asked me.” She shakes her head, blows a breath through grit teeth. “Would've saved me a headache.”

Are you hallucinating? You might actually be hallucinating. There's no way you're actually having this conversation right now.

“How was I supposed to know you'd even be willing?”

“You ask. It's sex. Natural. No big deal.”

Makes sense. No harm in letting your friend finger you in the dingy bathroom of some random club so you can finally move on with your fucking day.

Actually, that sounds pretty great right about now.

You sniff, lips twisting into a pout, foot tapping over the floor. “Okay. Then this is me officially asking.”

The easiest decision of your life happens next: meeting her halfway in a desperate kiss. You groan into her mouth as her hand finds the curve of your back, pressing you flush against the toned planes of her body, your tits squishing together.

Yeah. This is exactly what you fucking needed.

You reach up, curling your arms around her neck, tongue licking into her mouth. She tastes like the bitter bite of tequila. Kisses like she fights: ruthless, practiced, mean. Tenders your bottom lip between the blunt edges of her teeth, presses hard enough against your lips to bruise.

But there are better uses for her mouth, for the slick heat of her tongue. You slide a hand between your bodies to yank at the buttons of your pants, and she takes half a step away to help you. Wastes no time turning you around by the shoulder, shoving you face-first onto the counter beside the sink. You reach back to lower the fabric over your ass, breathing ragged, heart thumping against the wall of your ribcage. So needy you actually start to tear up.

Her hands sear the sensitive flesh of your thighs as she reveals your cunt to the chill of the room, pants and underwear caught around your knees. Her thumbs spread the cheeks of your ass, your labia parting with a wet pop.

Behind you, she coughs out an incredulous laugh. “Shit. You weren't kidding.”

“Sev, just—”

“Hush. I know.”

You already know you've made a mess, can feel the sticky string connecting your clit to your thigh. A trail she follows with the flat of her tongue, and your vision whites out for a second at the initial sensation of her hot mouth. She kisses your pussy like she did your lips, thumbs catching on the indent where your thigh meets your ass to open you up for her.

Your forehead thumps against the counter, head freed from every single thought but one:

need to cum need to cum need to cum

And you would be humiliated, mortified if not for the way her tongue licks a steady, perfect rhythm over your clit. A thumb slides into your cunt with a wet squelch, gives you something blissful and thick to clench down on as all-consuming heat curls and coils in the pit of your belly.

When your legs begin to twitch and shake, you pin her in place with fingers fisted in that stupid little ponytail at the back of her head, blunt nails digging into her scalp. Chest heaving against the counter as you pant and whine and groan.

She hums against you, thumb beginning to thrust in time with each pass of her tongue over your clit. A messy eater, vocal in a way that sends vibrations thrumming through you.

It doesn't take much longer for the coil inside your belly to snap, for your whole body to tense up, a loud moan trapped in your lungs. Synapses firing, stars bursting behind your eyelids.

Finally.

Your knees buckle as the last of your orgasm washes over you, and she holds you up with a hand on the back of your thighs. Sucks your clit into her mouth.

Too much.

With a startled whine, you shove her face away from you, thumb catching on her lower lashline. She jerks away, the loss of her hands leaving you scrambling for purchase atop the counter.

“Shit, that was my eye.”

You find your footing, shooting her a glare over your shoulder. Her fist rubs against the offending socket, frown deep-set on her face.

“Not my fault you kept going.”

Fixing your clothes is a challenge when your legs threaten to give out, but you manage. She's ruined you. Way too good at that to only experience it once—should be a crime, actually.

“Excuse me for being nice.”

“Nice? You tried to kill me.”

She rises to her feet with a scoff then brushes off the knees of her pants. “Ungrateful. There are much worse ways to die.”

You frown at her, shoving her back toward the wall. “Thanks for fucking up my afterglow.”

“You're welcome.”

Her lips stretch into a grin, the lower half of her face glossy beneath the lights, and you wonder what you taste like on her tongue.

Fuck it.

You kiss her again, forcing a grunt from her chest when her back meets the rough brick. She cups your face in both hands, fingers cradling your jaw. A sharp contrast to the way she sucks on your tongue, nips at your bottom lip, grinds against the hand that you shove down her pants.

She does, in fact, taste like you. Musky, slightly bitter from the tequila. Best thing you've ever had in your mouth.

Your fingers slide beneath the hem of her underwear, combing through the coarse curls on her mound before parting the lips of her cunt.

Soaking wet.

You pull away from the kiss with a teasing laugh, nose brushing against hers. “Oh, you liked that.”

“Shut up.”

She rolls her eyes, sucking in a sharp breath when you slide two fingers into her, insides stretching with a soft squelch. Hot, velvet heat clenches around you, and you moan against the pulse of her neck, breath hot against her skin.

“Can I eat your pussy?” A desperate, sucking kiss to her lips. “Fuck, I'll beg if you want me to.”

She exhales a heavy, stuttering breath. Shoves you to your knees with both hands on your shoulders. Need consumes you once again as you gaze up at her, two sets of hands working to undo her pants.

The first sight of her, bare and glistening in front of your face, leaves you moaning, cussing under your breath. Puffy clit, plush labia framed by a thick bush the same color as her hair. You’re pissed that you’ve never done this before now. Look at what you could’ve had.

You grab at her hips, tugging her closer as you lick her from hole to clit. The salt-musk taste of her leaves you groaning, makes you shift your position to wriggle your tongue inside her and fuck, you could probably cum again right now.

Above you, she groans low in her throat, presses a palm to the back of your head to keep you still, your nose shoved against her clit. Hard to breathe like this, your whole world narrowed to a pinpoint, senses overwhelmed by her—her taste, her smell, the tense muscle of her thighs beneath your hands.

You replace your tongue with two fingers, licking your way up to her clit. When you latch your lips around the bundle of nerves, thrusting into her wet heat, her hips tilt into your hand, head thumping against the wall.

“Fuck,” she huffs, breath stuttering, “that's it.”

She's all groans and grunts as you work her up to orgasm, pussy fluttering and tight and so wet around your fingers that she leaks into your palm. Intoxicating. Best you’ve ever had, and you don’t think too hard about the history between you, but you know that it makes her taste even better.

She comes with a ragged gasp, hips grinding against your face, insides clenching tight and rhythmic around your fingers. You fuck her through it, moaning into her skin as her hand forces your head even closer.

In the next moment, she pushes you away with a hiss, muttering something unintelligible under her breath.

You pull away from her with a wet pop then take the time to suck your fingers clean. “So, uh. Not to make this weird, but we should do this again sometime.”

She gazes down at your kneeling form, breathing still labored as her fingers button up her pants. “Well. You still have a few more days of this, right?”

A smug grin creeps onto your face, mimicking her own expression as she holds out a hand to help you up. “Baby, this is only the first.”

“Still need help?”

Something warm finds a home in your chest at her low-lidded eyes, and you’ve never realized how pretty they were until now. Icy grey, shimmering beneath the low light of the bathroom.

So you scoff, placing dramatic hands on your hips. “If you can handle me.”

She pushes you toward the sink with a huff, voice tinged with irritation as she says, “I’ve had ten shitty years with you. I can manage another week.”

But when you glance over your shoulder, ready to argue back as you turn on the water, all you see is a teasing smile.

#posting this then laying down for a 4 hour nap #sevika x reader #sevika x you #arcane x reader #arcane x you #x reader #my fics #fic: third phase #ns/ft

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