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The hand that struck you was harsh, unforgiving and downright brutal. It sent you reeling, head spinning, and lip dribbling with crimson blood that dropped down to land on your cleavage. Goddamn, that woman could smack you hard.
“Think that stunt was fucking funny?” She asked, but you could barely respond in time before her hand tangled in your hair and yanked your head back, causing your eyes to open once more to focus on her. You hadn’t remembered closing them, but you must’ve after the third hit.
Truly, through the glassiness of your eyes and the way that your vision was currently tunnelling, you couldn’t exactly see the woman very well, but your brain was trained enough to recognise that her flesh hand was the one that was currently fisted in your hair. Meaning, the next hit would be metal; those cruel, merciless metal digits of that mechanical arm.
No wonder Sevika was so fucking pissed at you; there had been a number of things you had done to fuck her over tonight. All in one night, mind you.
It started when she was gambling – usual table, usual group of dirty drunkards who were far too eager to lose whatever coin they had in their pockets, and the usual glass of whiskey beside her.
You had decided to bet, albeit outside of the gambling, and began talking the nastiest shit you could about the woman in question. After all, alcohol made your tongue unfathomably loose, and one thing that you were good at was talking shit. You had shit on Sevika ever since she was young, back before Silco was in the picture. So why not utilise it?
And so, within an hour, the entire Last Drop had heard everything your younger self had swore to take to the grave – but what were you, if not a liar?
That’s how Sevika had found you, after all; haggling and scamming folk on the bridge, way before the start of the revolution. One thing a lass like you was good at was being far too intelligent for your looks, but being dumb enough to play the part seamlessly. You scammed and conned your way to Piltover and back, but flaunted like a fucking peacock. So, no wonder Sevika had taken an interest in you all those years ago. A beauty, impossible to discourage and irritating beyond belief.
So, it didn’t matter if half of the things you were saying wasn’t even true, because people believed you anyways – stupid fucks. All those drunken regulars, the men who had gone red in the face from booze, and the others who were already in a bad mood with the woman in question after losing all their cogs to her in poker. Who was surprised that they all ate up the petty lies and rumours like fucking mutts, as if they were starving on the streets, and you had meat.
But did you have anything against Sevika? Apparently so. The two of you had always had your ups and downs, but you’d never purposefully rub any more dirt into her name than was already there.
At least, that’s what you said sober. Drunk? You were a fucking loose cannon, and honestly, Sevika should’ve known that too. She was stupid to not keep an eye on you, like she had since the day she found you. But it seems like someone forgot about their babysitting duties!
And did you stop at the lies? No! Because why would you!
Riding the high of talking shit about a woman who could very easily end your life, you sidled up to the bar and waved down Thieram, who instantly came over to you with a slightly nervous stance. The dude had to fucking grow a pair, get his dick wet or something. Maybe you’d entertain him after pissing Sevika off even more, maybe go to his place after or something, which was a thought that your drunken mind happily supplied for you.
“I’m paying for the big lady’s next round of drinks; do you mind doing them the now?” You grinned at the tall man, and at the slightest flicker of hesitation in his gaze, you leaned forward on the bar and rested your elbows on the surface, purposefully pushing your tits out just enough to make him fluster and rush to make the drinks without question. What a sweetie.
Once he had poured a new glass of whiskey for Sevika, you tossed a few extra coins onto the counter and scooped the glass up with a grin, giving Thieram a small wink before turning and sauntering off.
Thanks to the horrendous amount of people in the Last Drop at this time of night and week, waltzing through the crowds made it almost impossible to be seen. More than enough time to dip your fingers into your cleavage and fish out a small bag of white powder, tipping about half of it into the glass of whiskey in your offhand before tipping the rest straight onto your tongue and swallowing it. Tolerance was one helluva thing, a thing that Sevika had, but not for this.
You swirled the drink around and gave it an experimental little sip, just to make sure it wasn’t noticeably more bitter, just as you approached Sevika’s gambling table.
“Hellooooo fellas.” You grinned widely at all the men, taking a glance at each of their cards before they all glanced up and smirked too, the majority of their attention on your tits anyways. Seems like they had priorities, I guess, was your face not alluring enough? Dicks.
“And madam.” Of course, you made a point to stop at Sevika and lean down to grin in her face, ready to dodge if you even tried to kiss her cheek like usual. But you just rolled your eyes and placed the glass of whiskey down in front of her, nudging it in her direction with two fingers. “M’lady.”
To say you were getting off on this was an understatement. Still riding the high of having spread the worst possible rumours about Sevika, plus the fact she had no fucking clue yet was enough to make your underthings wet. But that wasn’t important now, not yet, at least.
Nothing turned you on more than Sevika, after all.
The woman in question didn’t look amused though, not in the slightest. She glanced down at the glass disinterestedly, and simply just scrunched her nose up. That nose, so big and curved, the focal point of her face, so strong and goddamn attractive. Especially when she snarled, or even sneered, it was fucking beautiful. In that glorious, terrifying way.
“I didn’t ask for this.” She said simply as she picked the glass up and drank from it, moving her eyes to a man on her left who seemingly couldn’t keep his eyes off of your chest, low cut top doing exactly what you wanted. She was oblivious.
“I know, but because I’m such a kind person, I thought you’d want another. Maybe you can… thank me for it later.” The joke didn’t land, and neither did your usual flirt. Maybe you might just go and hook up with Thieram after all-
“Is this the fucking thanks you wanted?” The strike really hurt now, sending jolts of pain through your face, stars sparking up in your vision just how tears were sparkling in your eyes. That mechanical arm was no joke, and you should’ve known better, considering how long you had known Sevika.
The mix of alcohol and drugs in your system seemed to be taking effect now, for some fucking reason, which one made you more delirious. Your head lolled to the side after Sevika’s fifth strike, her hand now the only thing that was holding you up, thanks to your limp and pathetic body giving in after the brutal way she was treating you.
“Spreading lies about me, why? Just to get off on the fact that I might’ve killed someone else for it? Or was it the risk that made you fucking soaked?” She spat the words out, just as cruelly as she tossed you back into the table behind you, sending a few glasses sliding back as your body hit the dirty surface with a loud thud.
Ah yes, guess your drunken mind had forgotten, she had dragged you back into the Last Drop once it closed in the middle of the night, using the empty space and partially deserted area to teach you your lesson, as expected. No one to hear you beg for help or the sound of skin striking, no one but her boss upstairs. But even then, the man himself only tolerated you to a certain degree, even after the years you had been here. You weren’t important to him.
“And then spike my fucking drink? How classy of you, truly, I’m disappointed.” Sevika snarled, and another gush managed to soak your panties at the visual before the woman stepped forward once more and grabbed your throat with enough intensity to crush it - but she didn’t, not yet. Your windpipe crushed and you gasped out, helplessly clawing at her flesh hand and watching as she grinned, which caused your body to have a repulsive reaction. Your vision tunnelled once again and your back arched into her, throat pressing farther into her hand, and lips parting to let out a wanton mewl. The woman could do anything and you’d come.
And that’s when the tears came. Gushing from your pretty green eyes, flooding down your cheeks in just a way that made you look so innocent, so harmless. As if you could never do a fucking thing wrong, as if you were just a helpless victim here.
“P-please, Vika-“ And here came the begging, as she had expected. Please let me go? Please forgive me? Please I didn’t mean to talk all that shit and literally drug you just to get myself off? Please don’t hurt me anymore…? “Please choke me harder-“
Well, Sevika definitely didn’t expect that, and she yanked her hand away from your throat as if it burned her. You gasped for air and your body heat dropped significantly, bringing you back to reality just enough to feel the slick dripping down your thighs.
Another strike hit your face, but this time it was just a slap. Your head fell back and you lay on the table, panting heavily and literally biting back your grin.
Meanwhile, Sevika had begun pacing around the empty bar, running one hand through her hair and gripping onto it tightly as she sent deadly glares in your direction, trying desperately to hold herself back and not actually kill you, which seemed far too tempting right now.
“Y-y’know, you really shouldn’t do that. I nearly fucking came.” You giggled, sliding a hand over your bloodied face and biting your lip, your hand drifting over the newly formed bruises Sevika had caused to blossom around your neck, just imagining what it’d be like to actually fall apart as she choked you. You could only pray the bruises would last all month, and you knew for a fact you wouldn’t even think about putting ice on them to stop the swell.
You sat up just in time to duck down as a chair came flying through the air, aimed directly at you. It smashed against the wall behind you and made quite the racket, bringing the both of you back to reality. Properly, this time. There was no winning with you.
“I’m going to fucking kill you one day.” Sevika breathed out, looking so deliciously infuriated right now, so much so that you literally had to wipe the drool from your lips. God, you wanted to lick the sweat off of her neck, but maybe she’d actually shoot you then.
“Can’t you fuck me first?” You smiled weakly, propping yourself up on the table and letting out a deep breath as the world spins slightly, oxygen returning to your brain, as well as a little bit of common sense. At least, as much as you had in the first place, which couldn’t have been a lot.
Both you and Sevika were panting and sweating, her from pure unadulterated anger and you from the ungodly amount of arousal coursing through your veins. As well as the fact that you had drugged her earlier, and had already taken too much yourself. Not to mention the amount of alcohol you had consumed, the glasses of whiskey she drank-
It was safe to say that the two of you were pretty fucked.
But you wanted to get fucked.
And Sevika was already fucked the moment she met you.
The woman stormed over to you and grabbed you legs to drag you forward, just until your ass was on the edge of the table, and she shoved her hands under your skimpy little skirt to grab a hold of your drenched panties and rip them down your legs, giving them a once-over with a sneer.
“Just to be clear, this isn’t going to last long.” She growled out before shoving her flesh hand back under your skirt, her metal hand gripping your hip so tight it hurt, so tightly that it almost distracted you from the feeling of her fingers swiping through your folds, finding you unfathomably soaked. It was almost disgusting; how goddamn wet you were from getting smacked around.
A rough finger pushed into you and you gasped out, instantly grabbing a hold of Sevika’s shoulder and bucking your finger forward to get the digit as deep as it could go. With practised precision, the woman found that sweet, spongy spot inside of you within seconds, letting out a groan herself at the whimper that escaped from your lips. That earned you a second finger.
Sevika definitely wasn’t lying when she said this would be quick, since she had you gushing and quivering over her fingers within mere minutes of pumping them into you, not waiting until you relaxed or adjusted to the intrusion. She knew you could take it; you took everything she gave you and never complained, only licked the plate afterwards.
The moment she felt you begin to clench, she wrapped her metal hand around your neck once more, albeit a lot gentler than before, but far from gentle either way. It was just enough to cut off your air, make you struggle, make that desire and panic bubble up in your chest just as your orgasm did, sending your body into a shock-like state that only she could achieve.
After all, what Sevika was doing to you was exactly what you liked, and she knew that. She was doing it on purpose, acting mean and cruel and unforgiving, because she knew that was what you liked. That was what you got off on. So, in a way, she was being kind.
Without the ability to scream, you spasmed and convulsed in silence, obviously apart from the obscene squelching and sloshing of your cunt as Sevika rammed her fingers into it. Just as you tipped over that edge and came so hard your ears began to ring, Sevika brushed her thumb roughly across your clit and you gushed all over her hand, coating her fingers in slick and causing your arousal to pool in her palm before dripping down her wrist.
The moment you came down from your near heart-stopping high, the woman ripped her fingers from your cunt and slid them into her own mouth, licking them clean as you stared up at her with dazed, glassy eyes. You looked completely fucked out – and you were, but that didn’t stop you from shivering once more as you watched Sevika clean up your mess, the mess you had left on her hand, savouring every last drop like a parched mutt.
With that, you limply slid off of the table and onto your knees, crawling like a fucking dog over to Sevika until your face bumped into her legs, and you stopped to lift your head up and stare up at her with what was probably the most arousing expression ever. Seeing you like this was enough to make a woman even as strong as Sevika weak in the knees.
“Please, ‘Vika…” The begging was back, much to Sevika’s enjoyment, as your hands slid up her legs to reach her thick, incredibly muscular thighs, fingers playing over each broad thigh. Fuck, it was like staring up the most glorious tree trunks ever, and you were definitely barking up the right tree.
All the woman needed to do was grin smugly before your hands latched onto her belt, deftly undoing the buckle before unbuttoning her trousers and yanking them down, not even bothering to pull them down farther than her knees before moving onto the next item of clothing – her boxers. Undoubtedly the most attractive piece of clothing that Sevika wore (maybe apart from that sexy crop top she wore), the tight material of her boxers hugging her thighs, the only barrier between you and her core. It was mouth-watering, finger-licking-good.
Without wasting a minute more, you yanked down her boxers down until they were at her knees too before using your thumbs to part her ever-so-slightly, barely able to contain yourself before you shoved your face between her legs and fucking devoured her. Your nose pressed into her thick bush, tongue instantly laving between her folds, tasting everything you could reach and inhaling her heady scent. It was fucking addicting, just being suffocated like this.
And it only got better as Sevika let out a groan, sliding her flesh hand down to tangle in your already tangled hair, her hips twitching forward ever so slightly to push into your face. Her heavy chest rising and falling was enough to know that she was fucking loving it.
This, of course, only encouraged you to continue – as if you needed any more motivation.
Your tongue sank into her and you moaned into her cunt, sending vibrations through her sensitive flesh and sending jolts of pleasure up her spine as your nose rubbed and bumped into her clit. Your busted and bruised lip was completely forgotten about now, as well as the fact that you probably needed to breathe at some point, but Sevika’s scent was more than enough for now.
It didn’t take long before her hand was tightening in your hair, her breath catching in her throat and her hips stuttering just as yours were too. During this, your own cunt had found purchase on the heel of your foot, tucked beneath you, and you were shamelessly getting off as you ate Sevika out like a gal who had been starved for weeks prior. It was so fucking good.
And so, as Sevika came with a growl, nose scrunched up and teeth bared, fist tight in your hair, and walls convulsing around your tongue – you came all over your own foot too, like a fucking dog. You ate her out the entire time she was trembling, dragging out and milking her orgasm for all it was worth, all while your own body convulsed and trembled. You licked and sucked and moaned into her until she was pulling back, aftershocks melting into overstimulation.
The woman stumbled back slightly, supporting herself on a nearby table and catching her breath as she panted heavily. She was still trembling slightly, but goddamn did it feel good. You knew for a fact that she only ever let you do that to her, given the fact that she only ever dominated and topped the girls in the brothel. You were her one and only, in a way.
You fell back onto the floor with a groan, body shivering from a mix of adrenaline, arousal, the high from drugs, alcohol, pain, and now a lack of oxygen to your brain. To say that you were exhausted was an understatement, but goddamn you were happy. So fucking happy – almost giddy.
Truly, you hadn’t even realised you passed out until you felt yourself moving, big arms wrapped around you, the thumping on footsteps going up the stairs from underneath you. You could barely keep your eyes open, let alone register where on earth you were going.
That was, until Sevika dumped you onto her bed and lazily ripped the rest of your clothes off, instead shoving a slightly oversized shirt over your head and getting your arms through the right holes before giving up and undressing herself.
It felt like you were sinking into the mattress, so surprisingly soft, so comfy. You drifted off once more before Sevika roughly shoved you to one side of the bed and climbed in beside you. There was a little bit of hassle to get the covers over you, but she managed and the two of you settled down and relaxed into the bed. Sevika’s flesh arm slithered around your waist and pulled you into her strong chest – now bare, to which you instantly grinned and pressed your face into her breasts.
Even in your drugged, drunk and exhausted state, you could never deny a beautiful rack like Sevika’s. Even if it was mostly muscle.
You snuggled in and let out a long yawn, feeling Sevika all around you, realising she must’ve taken her mechanical arm off before getting into bed. Despite all the shit you pulled today, all the shit you caused – she trusted you enough to take her arm off. She never did it around anyone else, but you had long since wormed your way into her heart, like a parasite.
But you were her favourite parasite, because – despite the fact that you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, couldn’t hold your liquor, couldn’t help but piss her off, couldn’t go one day without annoying her in one way or another, and just couldn’t shut up sometimes – you never left her.
You always came back, always by her side, always begging for more despite everything that she had done to you. Why? Because you were loyal, not perfect, but neither was Sevika. She trusted you because you trusted her, trusted her enough to pull this type of shit.
So, she let her eyes drift shut, let her arm tighten around your body, let herself relax into the warmth. Because it was you, and it was always you.
You smiled tiredly into her chest, drifting off to sleep.
“Love you, Vika.”
“Shut up.”