Different [sevika x black fem reader]

20

You don't know what happened. All of a sudden you were pinned against a wall, and her tongue roamed your mouth. It was as if you weren't trying to let it get to this point for these past 2 weeks.

But you guys both craved each other.

You felt her take over you as her lips trailed to your neck. It was as if she knew all your sweet spots.

Her phone began to ring in her pocket which made you snap back to your senses. She sighed as she nuzzled her face in your neck. Then she picked up her phone and answered. You were still trapped between her and the wall.

Her eyes were set on you. You stared back at her as if it were a competition.

"Hello?" She spoke into the phone. She didn't budge from the eye contact nor from the position you guys were in.

You didn't know how this could turn you on more. You finally looked at away, not being able to beat her at her own game.

She trailed her fingers on your waist as she continued to talk. "Where is the cargo located?"

Your ears perked up. You wondered what she meant by cargo, but you could only confirm it as her being involved in the drug gig. It has been getting heavier and heavier here.

"Hm.. tomorrow. Same time." She seemed annoyed. Maybe tired.

She's been on the go more than ever. But you let your sympathy wither. You were messing with a dangerous woman. You didn't know anything about her real talk. Just snippets. You don't even know how she got her scars or how she lost her arm.

You let your hand glide against the metal. The cooling sensation of the metal mixed with heat from your arousal made you close your eyes. Feeling the grooves and bumps of screws. Sharp edges. Wires. Vials. You felt it all.

You didn't even realized that Sevika had ended the call and that she made her way back to your neck. Her tongue leaving a trail to make you shiver. She bit down and you whimpered. She seemed to love that reaction because she did it again whilst gripping your ass.

"Sevika..." your whisper becoming a silent moan.

"Hm..." she hummed under your ear, knowing that would drive you crazy.

You tried to push her way, but you truly didn't want it to stop. You finally spoke up as her lips were going further down into your shirt to reach your bust. "Sevika.. not right now..."

She stopped and looked up at you. She was so attractive. You would let her do anything to you. Her tiredness made her hotter. The dark circles making her gaze more prominent. It made her seem sloppy and needy. Her no longer controlling her desire for you made it certain that you would no longer be able to control yours.

She sighed and pulled away. You finally caught your breath as if you weren't breathing. She stared at how your chest rose and fell. Analyzing your body. Devouring it with her eyes. You were wearing a green top that hugged you perfectly and suede green pants that flared at the bottom. You had an oversized, brown hoodie, but it was in Sevika's tat room.

"We have one more client, then we're going home early." She spoke before she left. She also made sure to grab a beer that was conveniently on the table and brand spanking new.

You suddenly realized that you guys lowkey had a make out session in a break room. You were so glad that nobody came in at the wrong time. And that if anyone did, you would hear because that door has been broken since you been here.

You put your fingers on your lips, remembering how suffocated they were. You brought them to your neck. Remembering how her tongue made a pathway and how her lips left destinations among them.

You were still in a daze, imagining how she felt against you.

You shook yourself out of thought, remembering a client would arrive soon and you needed to help prepare.

You made your way to the room. Sevika had music playing from the playlist you sent her. She had a cig hanging from her lip as she did mechanical adjustments to some tat machinery, along with her arm. You were always fascinated when she would take time to work on her arm. You found yourself staring without realizing every single time.

The feeling of lust still prevalent just made everything she did seem extra intense and very sexy. You shook your head again, knowing that she probably could see you eyeing her down and also because you needed to get your head out of your vagina.

You started preparing the stencil since it was pre-planned at a consultation.

Sevika had walked up behind you to see your work. She made sure she was pressed against you to send a shock through your body.

"What you need boss?" You responded trying to keep your cool.

"Something that can't be 'right now'." She said in a tone that mocked your previous remark.

You rolled your eyes. "Poor thing." You spoke out, letting yourself be playful with her.

She blew smoke around you, making you sigh and cough. You turned around and looked at her. "I should've said poor lungs."

She chuckled at your remark. "You might want to cover that up." She pointed at your neck. "Personally I don't mind my marks on display, but maybe that's a little unprofessional."

Your eyes widened as you touched where she sucked you at, which was all over. You quickly ran to grab your hoodie and zipped it up as far as you could. Then let your hair fall in the front.

You had a blonde lace frontal that you installed a week ago:

Sevika had a sly smirk on her face.

"Wipe that look off your face." You spat out, but you couldn't help the smile that began to form with your lips.

All you could think was that this woman had you trapped, and part of you, despite all the red flags, didn't want to get out.