Ilia Malinin x fem!reader
Summary: Well you forgot someone has a spare key.
Contains: Smut, minors dni
The front door clicked shut behind Ilia as he dropped his duffel bag in the hallway, the familiar scent of the apartmentâclean laundry, leftover takeout, and the faint citrus of your perfumeâhitting him like a triple Axel. Heâd just flown back from the competition in Japan, medals still rattling around in his suitcase like loose change. His body ached in that good, exhausted way, but the second he saw you standing in the living room, everything lit up.
You had gotten in from Munich an hour earlier. Your suitcase was still half-open by the couch, a tangle of sweaters and German chocolate wrappers spilling out. You wore one of his old Team USA hoodies, the sleeves too long, and a pair of tiny sleep shorts that made his brain short-circuit.
âHi, stranger,â you said, smiling that crooked little grin heâd missed every single night.
Ilia didnât answer with words. He crossed the room in three strides, cupped your face with both handsâstill cold from the airportâand kissed you slow. Just lips at first, soft and warm, tasting the faint strawberry of your lip balm. You sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his hoodie. The kiss deepened gradually, tongues brushing, teasing. He tilted your head back a little, savoring the way you melted against him.
âGod, I missed you,â he murmured against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip. âTwo weeks is criminal.â
âTell me about it,â you whispered, tugging him closer by the waistband of his sweats. âMunich was nice, but nobody there kisses like you do.â
He chuckled, low and playful, walking you backward toward the bedroom. âNobody better be kissing you in Munich, Y/N.â
You laughed, bright and teasing. âOnly my Oma. On the cheek. Very scandalous.â
You tumbled onto the bed in a mess of limbs and laughter. Ilia hovered over you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. The kissing picked up heat nowâdeeper, hungrier. His hand slipped under your (his) hoodie, palm gliding over the soft skin of your stomach, then higher until he cupped your breast. You arched into his touch with a breathy little moan that went straight to his dick.
âIliaâŚâ you sighed, legs wrapping around his hips.
He kissed down your neck, sucking lightly at the spot that always made you squirm. âMmm. Say it again.â
âIlia,â you repeated, half-laugh, half-plea, grinding up against the growing bulge in his sweats. âStop teasing and fuck me already. Iâve been thinking about this on the plane the whole way back.â
âBossy,â he teased, but he was already pulling the hoodie off you. No bra underneathâjust perfect, soft breasts and hard little nipples begging for his mouth. He latched on, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging hard enough to sting in the best way.
Clothes came off in a playful scramble. Your shorts and panties flew somewhere toward the dresser. His hoodie and sweats joined them. Naked skin on naked skin felt like coming home. Ilia settled between your thighs, cock hard and leaking against your slick folds, rubbing slowly, teasing your clit with the head until you were whining and trying to pull him inside.
âPatience, baby,â he grinned, eyes sparkling with that mischievous skater-boy energy. âI wanna taste how much you missed me first.â
He slid down your body, kissing every inchâcollarbone, ribs, the little freckle right below your belly buttonâbefore spreading you open with his thumbs. You were soaked, glistening, and the first long lick up your center made your hips jerk off the bed.
âFuckâIlia!â You laughed breathlessly, one hand fisting the sheets, the other in his hair again.
He ate you out like he trained: focused, relentless, playful. Long licks, tight circles on your clit, two fingers curling inside you exactly where you liked it. He hummed against you, the vibration pulling desperate little sounds from your throat. When you started trembling, thighs squeezing his head, he doubled down until you came hard, back arching, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew.
He crawled back up, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his tongue. âGood girl,â he whispered, lining himself up. âReady?â
You nodded frantically, legs locking around his waist. âNow. Please.â
He pushed in slow at first, savoring the tight, wet heat. You both groaned. Inch by inch until he bottomed out, hips flush against yours. For a moment you two just stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
Then Ilia started movingâdeep, rolling thrusts that had your nails digging into his back. The bed creaked rhythmically. Skin slapped skin. He hooked one of your legs higher, changing the angle, and you cried out, clenching around him.
âHarder,â you demanded, playful fire in your eyes. âIâm not made of glass, Malinin.â
He laughed, low and wrecked. âYes maâam.â He picked up speed, pounding into you, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your ass to pull you into every thrust. Sweat slicked your bodies. Your breasts bounced with every snap of his hips. The sounds you made were filthy and perfectâwet, desperate, mixed with breathless laughter when he hit a ticklish spot or when you clenched around him just to make him curse in Russian.
âY/Nâfuckâyou feel so good,â he panted, kissing you messily. âGonna come soon.â
âInside,â you gasped, heels digging into his lower back. âFill me up, baby.â
He reached between you, thumb finding your clit again, rubbing tight circles until you shattered around him a second time, pulsing and fluttering so perfectly he followed right after. Ilia buried himself deep, groaning your name as he came, hips stuttering through the aftershocks.
You both collapsed in a sweaty, tangled heap, giggling like idiots.
âWelcome home,â you murmured, tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
âBest welcome ever,â he replied, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead.
You were still catching your breath, Iliaâs softening cock still inside you, when the front door opened.
âIlia? I brought the cats! Mysti kept trying to escape in the car andâMysti, no!â
Tatianaâs voice carried down the hall like a cheerful freight train. The jingle of two cat collars followed.
Your eyes went wide. âOh my Godââ
Ilia froze, still balls-deep. âShit. Mom has keys.â
Before either of you could move, Tatiana appeared in the bedroom doorway, carrier in one hand, Mysti already half-out and trotting ahead like she owned the place. Miu Miu meowed indignantly from inside the carrier.
For one long, horrifying second, nobody spoke.
Tatiana blinked at the scene: her son naked, glistening with sweat, on top of an equally naked Y/N, sheets barely covering anything important. The unmistakable smell of sex hung in the air.
âOh,â Tatiana said, perfectly calm. Then, in Russian-accented English, âWell. At least youâre not practicing jumps on the bed this time.â
You made a mortified squeak and tried to hide under Ilia, who was turning bright red but also fighting a laugh.
âMomâout! Jesus Christ!â Ilia yelped, grabbing a pillow to shield you two while still somehow staying inside you because pulling out right now felt even more awkward.
Mysti, completely unbothered, jumped onto the bed and headbutted Iliaâs arm, purring like sheâd just discovered the worldâs best scratching post.
Tatiana set the carrier down, covering her eyes dramatically with one hand but peeking through her fingers. âIâm going. Iâm going. I brought sushi tooâthought youâd be hungry after traveling. Itâs in the fridge. Use protection next time, or donât, I want grandbabies eventually. But maybe lock the door, da?â
She backed out, still talking. âMiu Miu, come on, your father is busy being disgusting.â
The front door clicked shut again a minute later.
You buried your face in Iliaâs neck, shaking with embarrassed laughter. âI am never showing my face in this house again.â
Ilia finally pulled out, rolling off you and pulling you close, both of you still cracking up. âSheâs seen worse. Remember when she walked in on me watching porn at sixteen? This is nothing.â
âThat was your mom?â You wheezed.
âYep.â He kissed the top of your head, hand lazily stroking down your bare back. âWelcome to the Malinin family. Cats, chaos, and zero boundaries.â
You peeked up at him, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling. âRound two after sheâs definitely gone?â
Ilia grinned, already rolling on top of you again. âHell yes. But this time we lock the damn door.â
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