Different [sevika x black fem reader]

11

Sevika seemed moody for the day. You tried your best to follow her directions, and make up for the communication she lacked with her clients.

The first client was ginormous. He was cross-eyed, and his teeth were crooked and as yellow as a crayon a kid would use to color the sun on the corner of the paper. His hair was thin, but he managed to put it in a greasy bun. However, he was strong and sturdy. You imagined someone would smash a brick at his head and the brick would fall into tiny pieces. One of his legs were amputated, but he wore a wooden peg leg you would naturally connect to a pirate. Despite him seeming unapproachable, he was really sweet.. but also kind of a pervert.

Maybe you were truly seducing Sevika's clients. He made many attempts to have his hand grasp any part of your body, in which Sevika would give him a threatening glare or poke the needle a little deeper than she should. But other than that, he told us about how he fought in the wars against the topsiders, being a proud veteran for Zaun.

For his tattoo, he just wanted a "naked pinup girl with wings and some realism with that thang" on his peck. He said the night he thought he was going to die, a naked angel touched his soul and that revived him to get back up. Sevika gave the biggest eye roll, but you just smiled at the man. You sketched out something like this:

He loved your sketch so much, he practically started drooling. At last, he was a success and you guys had an hour break until the next client.

Sevika offered to get food from that popular Indian spot, and you nodded really wanting something in your stomach other than just an apple. You were tasked to sterilize and clean for the time being.

Jinx kept you some company for sometime before a walk-in came. She sighed before giving you a hug that seemed mandatory for her anytime she saw you. But Sevika came in right after with your meal which made you ecstatic.

There was a little table that you And Sevika sat at with mismatched chairs. You happily ate your tandoori chicken. Sevika quietly ate hers. You could feel the tension that was surrounding her. You weren't sure if you should talk to her about something random, ask if she's okay, or to play on your phone and keep to yourself.

Luckily she spoke up. "The next client is a regular. Very annoying, but gives generous tips. He's Samoan so he typically gets tattoos related to his culture, a lot of shapes and lines."

You nodded whilst taking another bite.

She watched you do so before you gave her your full attention. It was a small thing, but it was attractive to you. How her eyes watched you intently. How she studied you with intention. How she indirectly wanted your attention. Maybe you thought too much into it, but everything she did had a sexual undertone that made you want to risk it all.

You recognize you were just touch starved. You were bored. Everyday has been the same, and it's been over 2 years since your break up. Sevika just satisfied that excitement you have been lacking. Maybe it was a good idea that your friend was forcing you to go out tonight.

"He has a thing for black girls. So be prepared for that."

You snorted before covering your mouth and laughing.

She looked at you puzzled, but a sudden smirk of a smile appeared.

You spoke up quickly. "He has a thing for black girls? Are you serious? I mean, I love the appreciation, but does he appreciate black women or does he fetishize black women?"

Sevika studied you a little bit before she smiled. "He definitely has a fetish for many things I'm sure, and in no doubt, that black women are a part of that in his agenda. But I definitely understand from an appreciative standpoint why he might found you beautiful."

You almost choked on the piece of chicken you greedily devoured. Your eyes were wide, but your mouth sealed.

Sevika of course added on. "Chew your food than maybe you won't choke when I speak to you."

Your senses quickly came back as you chewed your food before swallowing. "I'll just ignore that remark, but thanks for the compliment." You rolled your eyes without realizing.

Sevika, of course, took note of that.

"You have an attitude problem." She said, finishing up her meal.

"Or you just give me a problem to have an attitude with. I'll admit that I can be a little bit of a hothead, but only around the people that burn the fuel."

"Oh is that so. I burn that fuel in you." Her voice sounding more seductive.

You were feeling yourself heat up. Digging a hole you said you would avoid, but it was all starting to get real. She realized the effect she had on you. But you could recognize that she seemed a little looser than she was before, maybe she stopped by the liquor store. Maybe you were something to distract her from her problems... but would that be any different with how you viewed her?

You coughed. "Just as much as I burn yours." You quickly changed the subject. "Also this food was amazing. I'm so full." Rubbing your bloated belly as of you were pregnant.

Sevika sighed. "Yeah, this food is pretty close to the food my mom used to make."

"You're Indian?" You asked. Her features accounted for that, but it's not something you put much thought into.

"I mean my name is Sevika. Although, my father is mixed so." She shrugged before getting up and taking your plastic container along with hers and throwing it away.

You got up as well to wash your hands with her and to wipe down the table. You stared at the clock. The hour had went by fast. Now that this was settling in to be a job, you hoped these next few hours flew by just as fast.