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Sevika had always been an addict.
Whether it was gambling, or smoking, or drinking, she always had some sort of fix. Something that clawed its way into her routine, and chewed up her life from the inside out. Down in Zaun, all she had and all she was were the substances she took and the money she bet. But in Piltover, they never took kindly to those habits. You always had to be clean, and proper, and they all expected her to erase the Zaun from her blood. Fuck that, she'd drink and smoke all she wanted, and she'd bet as much as she fucking could.
That was until Mel flashed those pretty green eyes and that sinful skin, and let a seductive please fall from her lips. How could she say continue when Mel had begged her so nicely? So, she put down smoking. Limited drinking at events and at home. Played card games without betting money. The itch remained, begging for a rush, a release.
She needed more, and Mel could see it. In an attempt to try and keep Sevika sober, she decided it was time to sweeten the deal.
“Sevika.” Mel purred, standing in the doorway of their bedroom and wearing a silky white robe.
“Yes, doll?”
“I have a proposition for you.”
“Oh yeah?” Sevika smirked, looking up from her desk. “Hit me.”
Mel came forward, leaning on the back of Sevika's chair and draping her arms around Sevika's shoulders. “For every day you successfully don't smoke, you get to have me.”
“Don't I already have you?” The taller woman teased.
“Darling.” Mel shrugged her silk robe off of her shoulders, “I mean you get to have me.”
Sevika didn't need to be told twice. If staying sober meant getting to have this Goddess of a woman all to herself in bed, she would do anything. Who wouldn't? This was Mel Medarda in her house, her bed, her skin. Of course she'd listen.
Even if it felt like death.
This particular day had been rough. People had been getting on her nerves, twisting and pulling at what little patience she had and then acting surprised when she got snippy. Maybe snippy was an understatement for anybody else, but in terms of how Sevika usually got when she was frustrated, snippy was pretty accurate.
She opened the door to the apartment she and Mel shared, throwing the keys onto their counter and shrugging off her jacket with a groan. All of Sevika's frustration caught the attention of Mel. The younger woman was used to Sevika coming home frustrated at their peers, it usually just meant that the two of them would sit in the tub and relax with a glass of wine or two. But it's a bit hard to eat out in a tub, unfortunately.
“Good evening, darling.” Mel purred, coming over to greet the older woman. “How was your day?”
Sevika gently grabbed the other woman's hips, burying her face into the golden curve of Mel's neck.
“Infuriating, but smoke free. So get over here.”
Mel squealed as Sevika threw her over her shoulder with ease. Of course, Mel was light, she had always been a skinny little thing. But the ease in which Sevika tossed her around always made heat pool in her stomach.
“Very eager to start, are we?”
“Don't tease.” Sevika growled, placing her onto the bed. Her frustration slowly crumbled, revealing the needy woman she had become with Mel. “Please.”
“Alright, alright. I won't be mean tonight.” Mel giggled, bringing the older woman up for a kiss.
All of Sevika's need melted into the kiss, and Mel could almost taste just how much Sevika wanted her, how much Sevika craved her. It was a miracle they had been apart for so long, because at this moment, neither of them could imagine not needing each other. Neither of them could imagine not wanting each other.
“Tell me what you want, darling.” Mel murmured against Sevika's lips, tracing small circles with her thumbs on the older woman's shoulders.
“You. Just you, Mel. Just tell me what to do.”
If anybody else had heard Sevika beg to be a little plaything at Mel's command, they'd be confused. Sevika had a very dominant presence, a rough tone, and intimidating eyes. Every worker at the brothel described her as incredibly commanding, her voice brought shivers up your spine and her touch demanded without words. She was always the top, always the one using instead of being used. With Mel, the dynamic had been established very quickly, with Mel as the commander. The younger woman never did like being told what to do. Luckily for her, Sevika was very good at obeying, very good at listening to instruction. The older woman had always preferred being told what to do, she just never felt safe enough to listen, to be that kind of vulnerable.
And damn, that safety meant some amazing sex between the two.
“You want to be commanded, darling?” Mel brought a hand to Sevika's throat, gently tracing the length from the older woman's jaw to her collar bone. “Then get on your knees for me.”
Sevika fell with a thump, both knees landing on the floor and leaving her face level with Mel's thighs. Mel spread her legs for the older woman, keeping her dress out of the way so that Sevika could have easy access to her core.
Sevika looked up, waiting for permission to dive in.
“Go on, darling.” Mel spoke softly, watching with bated breath as Sevika pushed her panties aside and went tongue first into her folds. The younger woman let her head fall back, a moan slipping from her lips as she leaned forward and bucked her hips against Sevika's face. The older woman held Mel down by her hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Mel's thighs as she desperately ate out her pussy.
“That's it… oh, darling.” Mel spoke breathlessly, moving her hand down to tangle her fingers into Sevika's short hair. “Good girl, always so good for me.”
Sevika groaned at the praise, lapping at Mel's entrance with a hunger both of them knew well. Despite how rough and tough the older woman was, she was quite weak to a pretty woman's praise. Aren't we all?
Mel chuckled, gasping softly as Sevika changed the pace of her tongue, “Look up at me, darling.”
A golden sage green met a cool grey, and heat rushed down Mel’s abdomen, hitting her core like lightning. Her breath hitched, and she tugged at Sevika’s hair, biting her bottom lip. Sevika couldn’t help but smirk at how quick Mel could be unravelled by her expert tongue and a little eye contact. The older woman kept going, groaning against Mel’s clit and sucking gently on the sensitive nub. Mel arched her back, moaning Sevika’s name as her thighs tensed up.
“I’m so close, Sevika.” Mel gasped, tugging once more as her abdomen seemed to be lighting up, ready to explode.
Sevika nudged Mel’s clit with her nose, diving into Mel’s wet entrance with an eager tongue. The younger woman whined, bucking her hips to get more friction on her clit. Sevika didn’t hold her down this time, instead she let Mel use her face to get closer to her release, meeting those grinding hips with a desperate tongue and lips. Mel’s whines turned into moans, small ‘ah’s slipping from her plush lips as her release became imminent.
“Oh darling- Oh, Sevika!” Mel squealed as her orgasm finally hit her, her pussy spasming around Sevika’s tongue. The younger woman went lax against the bed, panting softly and whining as Sevika kept her mouth on her clit. With a few tugs, the older woman latched off of Mel’s throbbing clit, and stood up from her place on the floor.
“You okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“Good.” Sevika placed a few quick kisses onto Mel's stomach before disappearing into the bathroom to get a damp cloth to clean up Mel with.
Mel felt as though she was on cloud nine. She allowed herself to fully relax, knowing that Sevika would clean her up and get her out of her dress. Her eyes drooped as she melted into the mattress, and she eventually fell asleep as Sevika came back into the room.
The older woman chuckled to herself, being gentle with Mel as she did everything Mel knew she would do. Once the two of them were stripped out of their clothes, and Sevika had taken her prosthetic off and put it on the nightstand, Sevika got them into a comfortable position on the bed. She spooned Mel, holding her close and keeping her one hand on Mel’s stomach, tracing small circles onto the soft skin before eventually drifting off herself, enjoying a nice nap with her girlfriend.
Maybe staying clean wouldn’t be such a bad thing. After all, pussy tasted a whole lot better than a cigar.