melatonin

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/F
Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021)
Relationships: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/Reader, Sevika (Arcane: League of
Legends) & Reader, Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends)/You
Characters: Sevika (Arcane: League of Legends), Silco (Arcane: League of Legends)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bilgewater (League of
Legends), Enemies to fuckers, Begging, Praise Kink, Porn With Plot
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-12-09 Words: 4,103 Chapters: 1/1
 melatonin
by xervn

Summary

“One room.” The motel owner, an old, short, and grotesque-looking woman with a thick
accent, says.

“One room? Clear another one out then?” You insist, mildly threateningly. The woman’s eyes
glaze over as she blinks. She’s not moved.

“There are two beds; who cares?” Sevika grumbles, clearly over your antics.

You shoot a glare in her direction, lip forming into a scowl. “I’m not sharing a room with
you; you look like you snore.”

She tells you something along the lines of go fuck or kill yourself (you weren’t really
listening) before pushing past you and replacing the room keys on the counter with a stack of
silver cogs.

--- OR ---

You're forced to go on a business trip with your least favorite coworker and share a room
with her. Now you can't sleep.

Notes

new record; took me 4 days to write. i don't know who possessed me. i love enemies to lovers
so bad FUCKKKK!!!

See the end of the work for more notes

“One room? Clear another one out then?” You insist, mildly threateningly. The woman’s
eyes glaze over as she blinks. She’s not moved.

“There are two beds; who cares?” Sevika grumbles, clearly over your antics.

You shoot a glare in her direction, lip forming into a scowl. “I’m not sharing a room with
you; you look like you snore.”

She tells you something along the lines of go fuck or kill yourself (you weren’t really
listening) before pushing past you and replacing the room keys on the counter with a stack of
silver cogs.

The owner collects the cogs with a grunt before adjusting her small reader glasses. Sevika
strides off towards the rooms, and you quickly turn after her.

“Couldn’t you have tried to help?” You ask. Your eyes burn a hole through the side of her
face.

She doesn’t spare you a glance. “You’re dramatic, and I don’t have the patience to deal with
your bullshit right now.”

You hate her. You fucking hate her. You’ve been working alongside Sevika for two years
now, yet you can’t shake the feeling. It started when you first met; Sevika was cold and
critical, reprimanding you even though you were young and starting out. That’s not even
what drove you to hate her, though; at least back then it felt like she was looking out for you,
but you were painfully mistaken when you got promoted within the year.

You don’t know what it was; jealousy, doubt, but her distaste for you only grew more
apparent. There were fewer critiques and more insults about how you work or about your
intelligence. Insufferable. She was insufferable.
There hasn’t been a day she’s been likable since then, so imagine your reaction when Silco
tells you and her to go on a little business trip to Bilgewater. No matter how much the both of
you wanted to protest, you didn’t. Instead you two argued amongst yourselves the whole trip
there.

Why would you want to spend even more unnecessary time around her?

The minute you guys enter your room, you don’t speak a single word to each other, let alone
look each other’s way. You take turns using the restroom to get ready for bed, and then you
find a place for your belongings, and Sevika ejects her bionic arm for the night. Although you
two definitely don’t like each other, it doesn’t mean you don’t trust each other. You know she
won’t rob you; she knows you won’t (can’t) take advantage and kill her. That’s the only
semblance of peace you share.

A faint amber light soaks through your eyelids, and you blink them open to the popcorned
ceiling. You toss and turn in your bed, rustling around, unable to find a good position, and it
doesn’t help that the cheap mattress is, well, cheap. You can’t sleep. You’ve always had
trouble sleeping, but it’s never been a real problem before; you’d just stay up. Yes, you have
permanent eye bags because of it, but it’s not like you can choose otherwise. You‘re from
Zaun; any aid for it is not exactly accessible.

However, the meeting you have tomorrow is important, so it’s important that you find a way.
You can’t afford to slack off or doze off during it; you’re the negotiator, and tomorrow makes
or breaks a trade deal that will be most beneficial for Zaun’s income.

You rustle in your bed sheets again, and Sevika immediately groans. “Can you stop? And
turn the lamp off.”

You look at her and you’re about to apologize, but you hold your tongue when you remember
who you’re talking to. “I can’t sleep.”

“Turn the lamp off and fucking figure it out.” She snaps, turning her back towards you.

“Can’t you hear?” You squirm around, making as much noise as possible to get your point
across. “I’m trying.”
“Find a different way. Count poros. Turn the lamp off.”

You scoff, eyes back on the ceiling, “I’m not five; counting poros doesn’t work, and I’m not
turning off the lamp.”

You can hear Sevika shifting in her bed. “I knew you should’ve stayed back,” she sighs, “and
you’re scared of the dark? Grow up.”

“Wow, fuck you. If you had asked nicely, I would’ve turned it off, and what do you mean I
‘should’ve stayed’? You’re not my boss. I’m more valuable than you are.” You angrily rant.

“Alright, you are talking way too much right now. Cut it out.”

“…No.” You reply. It sounds unconvincing with your lack of words, but it was the best you
could come up with.

“Do you need calming tea or something? What will get you to shut up, because I’m about to
hold a pillow over your head and call it a night.” She growls.

“Nothing. I can only sleep if I get a concussion or if I drink my pants off.”

She says your name like a warning, “If you ruin this deal, I’ll make sure to see you off
myself.”

You bite back, “Sevika, if I could sleep, I would be sleeping. I don’t want to ruin it either, but
your scolding isn’t helping.”

It’s quiet for a few seconds, then Sevika grunts stubbornly. It’s followed by sheets moving
and a dull stomp on the floor. You turn to look, and you see Sevika sitting at the side of her
bed.

You glance at her muscular thighs in those gray shorts—you couldn’t help it—before staring
back at the ceiling. “Are you going to make me tea?”
She pushes off the bed with her one arm. “No.”

“Switching rooms then?” You ask as your eyes follow her shadow’s movement on the walls.

“No.”

“Then... What is it?“ You turn, flinching a bit when you find Sevika peering down at you.

She looks hesitant, timid; the first time you’ve ever seen it. “I’ll help you.”

Your defenses go off, and you quickly sit up. “Wait. You’re not going to kill me, right?”

“Over sleep? Are you stupid?” She pushes you back down, and not with much force,
obviously.

You lay there, defeated. “So?”

“I said, ‘I’ll help you.'” She restates.

You stare up at her with slight annoyance, “Well, you have to tell me how?”

She has an indecisive frown before exhaling, “If you come, you’ll shut up.”

Your head shakes in confusion. “Come? Where are we going?”

“You’re an actual idiot.” She groans.

You gasp in offense. “You’re the one being fucking cryptic—“

“What?”

“I’ll fuck you to sleep.”

“I heard you; I’m just,” you laugh nervously, “are you serious?” Your ears must be playing
tricks on you.

“We’re not close enough to joke around with each other.” She says plainly.

Baffled, you reply, “We’re not close enough to fuck either?”

“Do you really care about shit like that? Sex is sex.”

You think about it for a second. You’ve never been in a proper relationship, and you’ve only
had a handful of hookups, but you’ve never slept with someone you dislike, and you
definitely don’t like Sevika. Even if she is hot. “Well, I guess not—“

“—Then what’s the issue?” Her eyes bore into you.

You gulp at the sudden weight of her stare, but you don’t crumble. “The issue is that I don’t
like you. At all.”

Sevika scoffs, “I’ve seen the way you stare at me. You’re not subtle. At all. I saw you do it a
few minutes ago.”

How embarrassing. It’s true, between all your hate are moments of admiration. Sevika is
“cool,” she’s respected, she’s feared. She’s also full of herself, naggy, and blunt. Both things
can be true. But on top of that, she’s hot to the point it’s frustrating.

One time, while she was sitting in her designated booth at The Last Drop playing poker, she
locked eyes with you after a big win. There was that sexy, satisfied grin she always gets after
every win, and she had the audacity to lock eyes with you.
Your thighs pressed together. You beat yourself up over it for the rest of the night and the
following day; you couldn’t even look her in the eye without getting unreasonably angry.

Your face is turning warm, but there’s no point in turning away—you have to fake it until you
make it. “Okay? What’s your point?” You ask, even though her point was very clear. You’re
running yourself into walls.

Sevika already deciphered that; her face reads, ‘Where the fuck are you right now?’ “Listen, I
don’t like you either, but if you want to sleep, I’ll help you, and if you don’t, I’ll get another
room.” She explains.

You can tell it’s her final offer. You chew your bottom lip until you remember Sevika is still
looking at you. Hiding your face behind your hand, you can’t believe you’re considering it.
Sex with Sevika. Sounds mad when you repeat it in your head. It’s just sex, though, right?
You knew she loved Zaun, but you didn’t know she loved it this much. Sleeping with you,
practically her arch nemesis, for the betterment of society. That sounds insane. This is insane.

Sevika kisses her teeth, “Forget it—“

“—Okay,” you interrupt, “help me.” You’re unable to look her in the eyes.

She looks at you dubiously, and her lack of doing anything unnerves you, so you continue.
“Please?” You slowly look up at her, and you swear her eyes darkened.

“Please?” She mimics. “Didn’t take you for the submissive type.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You reply, although it comes out like a whisper.

“Mhm,” she hums apathetically, pulling up the covers draped over you. Her knee makes a dip
in the bed. “Make some space,” she asks. You sit up, and you have no idea what to do.
Looking left and right, you'd think you were trying to cross the road. She stares blankly. “Just
spread your legs.” She commands.
You immediately do as she says, and she chuckles to herself at how you continue to prove her
right. You’re clearly not a fan of that, your frown prominent. “What’s funny?”

Sevika kneels herself between your legs, using her arm to help balance her in place. “Man,
you love to argue.”

You shrug. “I’ll stop when you fuck me to sleep. If you can... Don’t you think you’re a little
overconfident?”

Sevika slowly blinks at you, unsure of whether she should be turned on or irritated. You take
it as the latter, and now it’s your turn to chuckle to yourself. But your self-satisfied giggling
stops when she leans over you, inches away from your face, “You’re about to find out.”

You never took the time to process Sevika kneeling between your legs, and now you can feel
each exhale from her on your face. Your body starts to process it too: your breathing gets
heavier and your heartbeat gets faster. You don’t have a crush on her or anything, but this is
an unusual, unsurprisingly hot experience. Your eyes flicker to her full, uneven lips before
they squeeze shut.

Sevika flicks your forehead. “Wh—ow?!” You whine, rubbing your head with your hand to
soothe it.

“I’m not kissing you.” She clarifies.

Your face warms with embarrassment, fingers gripping at the fabric beneath you. “How was I
supposed to know you wanted a staring contest?” You grumble.

Sevika rolls her eyes, barely shaking her head in disappointment. Her face moves on from
yours, and her lips attack the exposed curvature of your neck, licking, biting, and rendering
you speechless. She gives you no time to regulate your emotions, and you let out a soft groan
you would’ve otherwise swallowed down. Just what she wanted: less talking, more moaning.

Letting her guide the tilt of your head, you awkwardly rest your hands on her shoulders.
You’re unsure of whether you can or should touch her. She pauses. “Sor— I… uh…” You
stammer and put your hands up. You decide to just stop speaking to save yourself.
“Relax.” She tells you, gazing at you through her loose, dark hair. It stirs something below
you.

You place your hands back on her shoulders, albeit reluctantly, and try to maintain eye
contact so you look composed.

Sevika doesn’t buy it. She glances at your hands, very tellingly. “…Relax.” She repeats,
softer than she did before, and your heart skips a beat like you’re in a cliché.

Hesitantly, you slide your arms around her shoulders, linking your hands together. It feels
intimate, too intimate, and looking at her is getting harder by the second. Sevika chuckles in a
way that borders on a scoff. “You wanted to do that; don’t be shy about it.”

You huff, “I didn’t know I was being teased to sleep…”

“Is it working? It’d save me time.”

“Fuck off...”

“You’d hate that.” She replies, as if it’s undeniable. It is, but she’s way too cocky about it.
You look like you’re about to curse her out, but you’re holding it back.

Sevika grins smugly, and for a moment, she considers kissing you. Your arms are wrapped
around her shoulders, your eyes are yelling, ‘Fuck me already,’ lips practically begging to
meet hers.

This is intimate, too intimate. It’s fucking with her logical reasoning—not that this is logical
to begin with. It sounds stupid, but it’s worked for her so far; she casually fucks on the
regular, and she doesn’t kiss them ever. Never really felt like it. Yet, here you are, making her
feel new things. She knows there’s no going back if she makes an exception with you, and
quite frankly, you still piss her off. It’s conflicting.

You impatiently perk a brow at her. You had to stop yourself from flat-out asking her to
continue; your ego can’t afford you coming off as begging.

For a millisecond she looks like she got caught, then a millisecond later, she’s on you again.
She attentively kisses the skin below the curve of your jawline, her tongue making frequent
warm appearances. It’s much more fervent, but rough in a way that makes you tremble. She
always makes sure you feel her teeth gliding over when she moves to the next spot. Your legs
move on their own, one leg curling up against her side. You’re already pooling where you’re
seated, but now it’s getting uncomfortable to sit this damp.

Experienced is how you can describe her right now. You heard rumors of her activity, but you
never believed it. There was no way her ol’ grumpy ass was getting laid, no matter how
incredibly sexy she was. Then again, you never got along, which makes this situation, this
fucking feeling, even crazier.

She was being extra careful not to bruise you at first, but she seems not to care anymore, only
driven further when she hears your little gasps or feels your arms tightening around her. She’s
getting carried away, but she’ll figure out how to play it off some other time.

Sevika pulls back. She throbs at your dazed and confused expression. “Come closer.” She
ushers as she transitions to sitting rather than kneeling on the bed.

With no hesitation, you don’t let go of Sevika as you push yourself forward on your hips,
sitting your ass comfortably on the edge of Sevika’s lap. Her hand lands on your waist. She
says, “Lay down for me.”

You nod shyly, removing your arms from Sevika’s shoulders and descending onto the
mattress. Sevika tries to ignore how the loss of your arms around her made her feel. Her hand
travels to the waistband of your joggers. “You’re going to have to move these for me too.”
She asks, shrugging her shoulder that’s missing an arm as a reminder.

She doesn’t move; she waits. Your insides do a flip. She’s waiting for you to remove them
how you are now: legs diverged around her, hips pointed towards her. You think about how
vulnerable you’ll look and feel when you slide them off, showing her the sopping mess she
unknowingly made between your legs. You know she’s going to see it eventually, but from
you doing the honors? That’s tearing you apart. She notices a shift in your demeanor, but she
doesn’t acknowledge it. “Hurry up.”

“Can’t you move back…?”

Sevika rolls her eyes. “No.”

You whine in embarrassment, briefly shielding your face in your hands before hastily pulling
at your waistband. You wish you had turned the lamp off.
Sevika’s hand clasps over yours. “Slowly.” She scolds. Scolds. You’re fucking flabbergasted.
She’s doing this on purpose, you can tell. She’s barely holding back another signature, smug
smile.

“You’re such a dick.” You curse. A direct juxtaposition in your actions that don’t defy Sevika
at all. Hell, it juxtaposes your body because of how you’re aching for her.

“Yeah, yeah. Off.” She pulls at the band of your pants, letting it slap down when she releases
it.

You mutter out a few more curses that she fully grins at before you silently begin to remove
your joggers and underwear simultaneously. You lift your hips for mobility, and Sevika’s eyes
are glued to the fabric making its way down your thighs, and you’re forced to watch how
intently she’s watching you. You can try to insist this is humiliating and cruel, but you can’t
stop throbbing just from this; her eyes anticipating your reveal, like you’re a self-opening
present.

The clothing starts to bunch at the middle of your thighs, and your arousal is halfway there to
being exposed to Sevika. The scent is what hits her first; it makes her want to yank your
pants down and give you what you want, but watching you do it so much better.

Once it reaches above your knees, she partially moves out of the way so she can help you
remove them properly. While she tosses it elsewhere, you debate pinning your legs shut.

Sevika looks back at you—your legs, actually—and you do flinch them closed. She tsks.
“Don’t be stubborn. Not now.” She didn’t sound like she was insulting you, even though a
small part of you wanted to be offended.

You let out a shaky sigh and avoid her gaze, slowly parting your legs. Thighs slicked with
arousal, folds glistened with the same, you’re undeniably soaked. You prepare yourself to
look at Sevika’s shit-eating grin, but when you do, it’s nothing of the sort. Her eyes are low,
shaded, and memorializing, and her bottom lip fully disappeared between her teeth.

Then she grins; she even laughs, just as you expected. You groan, not at her, but at how wet
you got from it. “I didn’t even do anything yet.” She teases, her eyes still locked on the ego-
stroking mess she made of you.
“Such a di—“ You cut yourself off to moan sharply.

Sevika’s thumb came in contact with your swollen clit, the rough pad of her thumb making
perfect circles; the rest of her fingers positioned in the patch of hair crowning above it.

“How fast do you think you’ll come? I’m thinking,” she pretends to, only to press her thumb
over your clit. Filthy words flutter from your lips, and you instinctively grind into her touch.
“Three minutes?”

You look pissed between your bouts of pleasure; it molds together attractively. Sevika can’t
wait to make it break, make you cry, and fuck the attitude out of you. “What? You should see
how wet you are; you’d think I already fucked you.”

She feels the way you twitch at her words, and it makes the pressure between her legs
unbearable. She should just strip and grind her cunt into you, but she knows she won’t be
able to stop there. Fuck her stupid life; she’s losing the plot.

Her thick forefinger collects your slick as she paths towards your entrance. You twitch as she
slides it in, making you gasp. She chuckles as your walls clench around her finger, and she
starts pushing it in and out, painstakingly slow.

It’s not enough, yet you can’t bring yourself to beg her for more. It’s at the tip of your tongue,
but Sevika was right; you are stubborn. She reads you like a book, and she can read you now.
She angles her finger in a way that brushes against your g-spot, but at the same mind-
numbingly slow pace.

Your body doesn’t know what to do; you can’t find friction anywhere; you can squeeze
against her finger, but it doesn’t change her speed; all you can do is writhe in place. “You
look like you need something,” she says, almost like it’s a thought in her head, so
condescending, so fucking hot. Your pussy tenses around her finger for the millionth time,
and you almost, almost, cry. “You’re gonna cut my finger off at this rate.” You tense again.
She chuckles.

“Sev—Sevika,” you bite your lip to hold down a sharp inhale, but it fails miserably. “Sevika,
you’re not helping.”

“Should I stop?” She asks with the tilt of her head. Her finger does stop regardless of the
answer.

Your hands reach out for her wrist, weakly clawing at it. “No! No, pl...” You mildly cringe at
yourself, turning away.
Sevika’s brows lifted. “What was that? Pl...?” She begins her pace again, and you realize you
didn’t appreciate it enough before. “You said it once already; come on.”

Your lips tremble, “Plea—se—?” She barely lets you finish the word before slipping another
finger into your drooling cunt. Her pace increases, and you let go of her wrist as you
succumb to pleasure.

Your arousal coating her fingers makes the most obscene noises; she wonders if the entire
motel can hear it. You try to suppress your moans with your hand, but you can never do it
right, not with the way she’s fucking you. Sevika’s glad you can’t; having one arm would’ve
been even more inconvenient otherwise. She needs to hear you sob out her name at least
once. “Please what?” She leans over you as she slams her fingers into you, pressing them
against your wet, ridged, gummy walls.

“You’re— fuck, you’re pushing it,” you groan, and just like that, she slows down. But you’re
weak, and you crumble. “Wait, wait, wait—please. Please, fuck me... Fuck me to sleep.” You
ramble loosely, back to scratching at her wrists again. There’s that smile you were thinking
about earlier, the one she gets after a big win. She broke you, and she lost the plot ages ago.

It’s been an hour, and you’re already on the brink of your third orgasm. Sevika folded and
ended up, verbatim, stripping and grinding her cunt into yours. You should be asleep right
now, but Sevika said you have enough time to catch up on it before the meeting. You hope
that’s true, but you don’t care. You can’t get enough of her or her abs flexing with every
desperate hump.

So intent on getting her rocks off, practically using you for her own pleasure at this point—
you already came twice now; any more is a bonus, just like the one building up right now.
Your eyes are pressed shut, trying to envision your release so it comes quicker. “Just like that.
Keep fucking me, please, Sev.” You beg through your teeth and quiet sniffles. Sevika’s
fingers squeeze the meat of your thigh.

She murmurs, “You,” her movements get sloppier; you can tell she’s close, “feel so fucking
good.” Now you’re close—no, you come at her praise.

You’re shaking, grabbing at the sheets that have since slid off the mattress. You forgot how to
breathe; all you can feel is your orgasm coursing through you. Your mind is turning fuzzy,
and even fuzzier with Sevika still grinding into you. Your moans are pitchy and
pornographic; you’re making sounds you didn’t even think happened in real life. “Sevika...”
You sob out from overstimulation, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

She loves it. “Shit…” Sevika moans, followed by several more curses as she shudders out her
orgasm. Her vision goes blurry for a second from how hard she came. She tries to control her
labored breathing as she comes to, breathlessly calling your name.

When she focuses in on you, you’re passed out, fucked out, and peaceful. Sevika’s pupils
dilate at the markings she left on your neck, then to your lips, which she’s yet to have the
chance to kiss. She lets the sleep weighing on her win and carefully collapses beside you.
End Notes

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