You shake your head, before correcting yourself with words. “Nope.” 

Your cheek is pushed into the mattress as your arms are pulled beneath you and bound together, your arse wiggles high in the air, the only part of your body with any real freedom. 

Nikolai taps you, encourages you to struggle against your binds and smirks a wicked grin when you struggle just to do that. “Perfect.” 

There's a moment of silence then, stillness as the anticipation builds like a quiet storm.

The burn of his stare is heavy, inspecting you, and the weight of it makes your body react without even a single touch.

Finally, a curled knuckle nudges up your folds, teases your pretty little nub, and a delighted chuckle leaves the Russian as you jolt under his gentle caress.

And then the softness fades, replaced by hungry hands that curl next to the sensitive folds of your cunt, they pull until your lips are parted and your apex is completely exposed. “Such pretty holes, milaya.” He coos, wasting no time as he moves for further exploration. 

His hands paw upwards, grabbing at your cheeks and pulling much the same, revealing to his greedy eyes the hole you'd already denied him.

Knowing he's there, hovering above you with his eyes glued to the one thing he can't have, you shiver like a leaf, tremble like prey. 

“Fuck.” You mewl, the sensation of his hands already so good, melting you down into a puddle.

“So sensitive.” The grin on his lips is audible in his pleased words, a grin that only grows as he dares to move upwards, rubbing his slicked finger across your puckered hole. “Here too? Feels good?” 

“It feels…” You buck as his touch intensifies, the pad of his finger toying with your entrance. 

Despite everything, your hesitancy, your refusal—it feels fucking good. 

“Mmm, Nik!” You squeal, as just moments after you feel it: the wet hot press of his tongue, laving your precious entrance with reckless abandon. “I—”

“Shhh.” He mumbles between your cheeks, stubble catching sensitive flesh as he tries to quiet your pointless commentary. 

His tongue returns with vicious fervour, tasting all you have to offer and more as slick noise fills the air, mingling with the man's moans to form a taunting melody.

“Just a taste, maybe a finger.” His voice is soft, a trick to try and soothe you, his pleasant grumble an attempt at distraction.

“N—” You try to reaffirm your boundary, to keep him away from what you refused to give him, but such an action is pointless. 

A hand eclipses your head, shoves your face further into the too-expensive mattress until the sound is muffled. 

It works just as well to muffle the scream that follows, as Nikolai plunges a finger in, deep and probing, curling against you in ways you never wished to feel, and yet your body reacts like it's been waiting for it all along. 

You shiver and shake and moan and shout—the pleasure, the pain, the intrusion, and the intimacy all overwhelming your fragile little brain.

It's not long before the lust takes him, the hunger and the fire and the impatience. He laid his trap, and waited so long for all the pieces to fall into place, placated you with numbing sweetness all for the jagged teeth to sink into you before you have time to realise. 

The jaw has closed, there's no escape.

He shuffles behind you, and you freeze in fear, knowing what comes next. 

First his belt, then the rustle of his jeans, and before long you feel it, that thick, heavy, gorgeous cock rubbing against your slickened hole. 

With his hands focused on shifting you into place, you can crane up your head, cry out one more time. “Nikolai, red, please!” 

He grows tired of your pleading, your denial of what is best for both of you, and shoves the boxers he just stripped himself of straight into your protesting mouth—then he taps you on the cheek, twice for good measure.

“Dumb little thing, nyet?” He scoffs as he returns to his rightful place at your rear. A quick rummage around his beside table produces the lube he's prepared just for a night like this. 

He flicks the cap, squeezes a plentiful amount on you, on him. 

After all, he's a gentleman; he doesn't want it to hurt… too much.

“Just like the other girls. Won't do anal, will do bondage. Can't say no, now, hmm?” 

He ruts against your hole with the head of his cock, gentle pushes that tease and taunt.

And then he breaches. You hiss, he groans, slowly sinking in until each fat inch is swallowed by your greedy, untouched hole. 

He can hear the choked-back sobs, feel the way your body trembles and your entrance chokes him.

“I know, first time. But this is your fuck hole.” He coos his explanation to you with sickening condescension, like you just needed a big, smart man to finally show you the way. 

Mercifully, a hand sinks lower, curls round to toy at the spot where his balls meet your other opening. “This? This is baby box. Only fucked when breeding. An honour, not fit for just any girl.” 

You shouldn't shiver; you certainly shouldn't gush the way your cunt does at that moment. 

He takes a moment to push in that final inch, sheathing himself fully in your virgin arse, his new home.

“But you're taking me so well. Asshole made for me.” 

Despite the attempt at preparation, it burns, and yet one of Nik's hands pets your head like it's all an act of love.

im still in the pits, kind of? its not period week so im not actively wanting to die rn, but I am peak sort of... apathy, idk?

im really turned off from fanfic writing rn, and not really wanting to write or post in that regard, so please no one expect to hear from me. it feels like every idea has been done before, I have nothing to contribute and I dont even know why im here!! like unsure of my purpose as a person, a writer, etc. some things have also just sapped my creativity and urge to post :(

my life is a mess as always, I do the same shitty routine every day of procrastinating while my surroundings get messier and I fall further behind on laundry and all the things i said id do dont get done

on the plus side, im working on a new game rn, which will be a decent change of pace writing wise, but also means project management which makes me want to scream. i wish I hadnt committed but I cant let people down now so, gotta do what has to be done.

my friends and family and bf all deserve better than I can give them, and im just drowning!!!