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UNACCEPTED Prompts / Tags ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ── .✦ Non-Con / Forced Sex                               ── .✦ Anal Hooks ── .✦ Incest [excluding stepcest]                       ── .✦ Electricity ── .✦ Age Play                                                        ── .✦ Monster Fucking ── .✦ Aliens (falls under non-humanized)      ── .✦ Enemas ── .✦ Hypnosis                                                       ── .✦ Cuckoldery ── .✦ Tentacles                                                      ── .✦ Animal Play ── .✦ Sissification                                                  ── .✦ Needle Play ── .✦ Sex Pollen                                                    ── .✦ Omorashi ── .✦ Fire Play                                                         ── .✦ Foot Fetish ── .✦ Pony Play                                                      ── .✦ Gill Play ── .✦ Vore                                                         ── .✦ Chastity Belts ── .✦ M-Preg                                                         ── .✦ God Fucking ── .✦ Wound Fucking                                           ── .✦ Scat Kink ── .✦ Piss Kink                                                       ── .✦ C&BT ── .✦ Death Bed Sex                                       ── .✦ Egg Laying ── .✦ Slaves

Genre's I Do ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ── .✦ Romance, Military, Fantasy, Angst, Fiction, Sci-Fi, Horror, Action, Drama, Dark Romance (sometimes), Racing, and more!

Heavy rain beat against the windows of your Prague apartment. the sound almost loud enough to drown out your own heartbeat that was thumping in your ears. You were sitting at your desk, body practically sinking into your chair. You were staring at your computer, the encrypted message you just received from a lower member of the inner circle bright in the very center. “Safehouse compromised. Playbook files lost.” The footage came soon after, playing on the side. Task Force 141 breached the doors, shot every man inside, copied all the files of the playbook and left. Now it was in the hands of General Shepherd. You watched over the footage so many times it was starting to turn into a blur. This wasn't the first time you lost intel to Task Force. And Makarov was keeping a close count of each time you let him down. You gripped the mouse so hard your knuckles were almost white, body acutely aware that Makarov was coming to pay you a visit, but your mind not yet catching up. It was only until you heard your front door unlock, the door you deep down knew wouldn’t stop him. The door slammed behind him loud enough to make you flinch, just as you flinched hearing him shoot those who failed him.

The heavy thuds of his boots going up the stairs made your spine straighten, sinking deeper into your chair like it would shield you somehow. The sound got louder till it stopped out the door of your office, your eyes fixed on it like you were staring down the barrel of a gun, which you might as well be. The door opened with slow precision, entirely deceptive. “Makarov…” You acknowledged, pushing your chair up against the wall behind you. “Девочка.” He replied blankly, “Have you heard about what you have cost me.” He asked, stepping forward and using his foot to close the door behind him, keeping his eyes trained on you. He might as well kill you now, he had every right to do so. “I’ve heard.. And i’m—” “You cost me money.” He interrupted, not letting you finish whatever lame excuse you were about to spout. After all, anything you could say wouldn't be nearly enough. “I know..” You nodded, voice lowering into a cower as Makarov gave you a sharp glare. “You cost me a safehouse.” He added, not caring for your acknowledgement, “You cost me men.” Each word was spat, sharper than the last like a blade, your stomach entirely in free fall. “And do you know what your biggest fuck up was, Девочка?” He added, tilting his head to the side. “Yes.” You nodded, voice sinking into the same cower, if not lower. “Come here.” Makarov spat, pointing at his feet like he was calling a dog back. You slowly rose, legs almost giving out, not wanting to even move towards him. You forced yourself to move, stepping around your desk to stand in front of him. “I’ll ask you this question again, and I want you to answer me fully.” He leaned, his anger basically radiating off of him. “Do you know what your biggest fuck up was?” He spoke, tone final like he was lecturing a child. You hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was going to spare you or not. After all, you have seen him make people disappear completely, and the ways he did it were not ideal. “I.. Lost intel…” You answered, the words not doing much to cool his nerves, it only made it worse. “YOU LOST INTEL!” He confirmed, his hand shooting up to grab your jaw, yanking your head forward so you were looking directly at him. “Valuable intel, девочка! And you let those bastards walk out with it like it was nothing!” His accent became sharper, each word doing more damage than he ever could, at least that's what you thought. “This is the last time I let you disappoint me.” He added, eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. His breath was hot against your face, but his hands were cold, almost stinging. You sniffled, the faint scent of blood and gun oil from his clothes filling your nose. He never cared to wash them after massacres. You didn't reply, you just nodded, feeling Makarov’s grip tighten before he shoved you to the side, your back hitting the wall almost hard enough to make a painting rattle. You doubled over, hands going to your knees to take a deep breath. You were fully expecting a gun to your head next. “It’s about time I teach you what happens.” He moved forward, breathing heavily through his nose. “Makarov, I—” You tried, standing up straight before you were cut off by Makarov pushing you against the wall again, ensuring your back was flat against it. “It’s sir right now. I’ve let you skip around formalities for far too long.” He spat, his hands moving down to his belt, but you didn't realize what he was doing until you heard the metal of the buckle hit the floor. “Sir— I’m sorry, it won't happen again.” You stammered, gaze moving between his belt on the floor and his face. “You are just so sorry, huh.” He tilted his head, his grip finding your jaw again, thumb pressing harshly into your skin. “If only a pathetic apology could fix the damage you’ve caused.” You clenched your teeth, spine straightening up against the wall as Makarov pushed closer, his stomach pressed to your own.

“I’m sorry.” You repeated, even if you just heard what he said. Because what else could you really say? His eyes narrowed, brows pulling together. His grip tightened on your jaw, free hand moving to your hip, fingers digging into your side hard enough to make you wince. “You’re like a fucking parrot.” He snarled under his breath, his hand on your hip moving up, fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants. “You’re lucky I still have use for you. Otherwise I’d put a bullet between those pretty eyes and be done with it.” You swallowed hard around words you forced yourself to hold back, your throat going completely dry as you slowly gave him a nod. You were so on edge you didn't even notice his fingers under the waistband of your pants until they were moving downwards. Your gaze moved with them, staring down as you so obediently stepped out of them, letting Makarov just drop them like he did with his belt, the cold air making you shift. “Mak—..” You caught yourself, “Sir.. Wh—” You tried, a question at your tongue, but Makarov put a hand over your mouth, palm rough and calloused as he pressed forward. “You only speak when I decide that I want you to speak. I own you, сука.” His words sharpened, tone dipping to that serious tone he had when he was about to do something that he knew was bad. “You’re going to make this up to me right here. Do you understand me?” You nodded, his hand moving off your mouth to grasp your jaw again, a hum of approval leaving his throat. He pushed his hips forward, rocking them against your own, the fabric coarse and scratchy against your now bare thighs, the tent in them not doing the sensation any justice. You let out a whimper, mainly of pain, but you couldn't help the stinging heat that filled your stomach at the situation you had gotten yourself in.

Makarov just smirked, not trying to hide his amusement. He loved having people at his mercy and it was clear that he considered this one of those times. Because it was, and you sure didn't have it in you to disobey. He knew that. His free hand moved down to his own pants, carefully unbuttoning and unzipping them, not putting in the effort to even take them off. Your body squirmed as you heard it. “Sir—” You stammered, your heartbeat loud in your ears. “Stop fucking moving.” Makarov growled, using his hips to keep your own in place. “Spread your legs. You don’t get to pull this shit and just get away with a verbal warning. I need to drill this into your memory. You need to remember every fucking moment.” You slowly obeyed, Makarov becoming quickly impatient, shoving his knee between your legs. “When I ask something of you, you do it.” His words stuck, your head moving in a nod. Makarov tugged his boxers down, only enough to free himself, his hand moving to trap himself between your pressed stomachs, his other hand forcing your head to look down at it. “Look at it. Look at what you're going to be taught this lesson by. Look at what's going to ruin you for life.” His tone only sharpened further, length long and heavy, tip a pink that matches his mouth, leaking like a broken faucet. He shifted his hips up and down, pressing hard against you so his pre-cum would smear on your shirt. He dug his nails into your cheeks, a whine of pain leaving your throat, one he only chuckled at. “Yeah, That's the sound I like.” he rocked his hips one more time, his free hand moving to your panties and snapping the elastic against your skin, the sting making you even more squirmy than before.

You felt his fingers drag down the front, hooking under the fabric that covered your most sensitive spot, snapping it again. A whimper escaped you, pained, your hands trembling at your sides, not daring to move, not even an inch. Makarov ignored the pain he was causing, enjoying it more than anything else, fingers tugging the fabric of your panties aside so you were exposed for him. He let you stand like that for a moment, fingers slowly dragging along your slit to feel your wet heat, a purr leaving his throat. “Look at you… Shaking, but dripping already. That's exactly what I want from you. You’re already understanding what you are.” His words hit harder that he ever had, your body stiffening as he moved his length between your thighs, letting it slide over your folds to gather your heat. His nails dug deep into your cheeks, the crescent indents turning raw, the smallest beads of blood emerging from them. You winced at the sting, legs shifting at the strange duality of sensations. His free hand snaked down to your thigh, forcing your legs apart further, giving himself more room. You took in a shaky gasp of air, feeling his thumb push his tip up against your entrance. “It’s disappointing..” He spoke, pushing forward roughly to bury himself as far inside you as he could, your jaw dropping to let out a sound but his hand immediately went to your throat, squeezing hard. It wasn't enough to knock you out, but it was enough to make your body naturally panic. “I would’ve expected you to at least act like you didn't want this…” He added, chuckling to himself as his length sat unmoving inside you. The stretch was almost just as bad as the stinging of the raw crescents he dug into your cheeks, your eyes watering ever so slightly.

He shifted, lifting you with his free hand, ensuring you were firmly pushed up against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist, while your hands wrapped around his wrist. Your body squirmed against the movement, but stilled as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Relax, Моя глупая девочка…” He smiled, russian words coming off his tongue like silk. You knew they were insults, but the softness of the words made your stomach twist. He started moving, wasting no time on starting gently. The pace he set was harsh, pulling halfway out before shoving himself back in as far as he could go, over and over again. You whined with each movement, it felt like with each aggressive thrust he was pushing the air out of your lungs, and he gave barely any time for you to gain it back before he pushed right back inside again. He growled, the sound almost feral, like a wolf tearing apart its prey. His head dipped, his mouth pressing against your neck next to where his hand grasped, lips parting to sink his teeth into your neck shallowly, his stubble scratchy against your soft skin. You let out a yip, the sensation sharp, his breath hot against your skin. It made your stomach twist, each slam of his cock against your inner walls only making it worse. “Too— much—” You managed through shallow gasps, nails digging into his arm. Each ragged breath you forced in only brought in the smell of him, gun oil and rain mixed with his natural scent, hammering the fact he was the one doing this into your brain. Those words made him move harder, rougher, hand tightening around your throat to stifle them, “Be quiet and just take it, сука.” he spat against your neck, “The more you bleed and beg, the more I enjoy fixing your pathetic mistakes.” his words stung, just like the sting of each mark he’s left on you, his words leaving his mouth between guttural grunts. Makarov’s teeth sank into your neck again without warning. Sharp pain flared, followed by the warm trickle of blood running down your collarbone. He licked over the fresh bite mark, a low, satisfied sound vibrating against your skin. Somehow, it only made your walls flutter, a strained whimper leaving your throat.

Makarov smiled against your neck, kissing over the bite mark. Your head tilted back against the wall with a dull thud, only giving him more access, more area for him to grab and bite. You hated how your body reacted so desperately for him, absolutely folding to even just his presence. His hand tightened around your throat, vision blurring at the edges as he drove into you again and again, hitting those deep, perfect spots inside you that made you yip. The wall scraped harshly against your back with every thrust, but the pain only made the heat between your legs burn hotter. It was like he was trying to break you, because he was. “Жалкая сука…” He growled, his depth bruising and relentless. “Always fucking up and making me do this to you…” He hummed sharply, groaning as you clenched around his dick. You clench your jaw as he hits just in the right way, a strangled whimper leaving your throat instead of a moan, the noise unable to leave your throat through his grip. His teeth found your neck again, sinking in deeper this time. Fresh pain bloomed hot and sharp as blood welled up under his bite. He didn’t bother being gentle, he sucked hard, dragging his tongue over the fresh wound like he was tasting your failure. The sting made your walls flutter around him despite everything, shame burning in your chest. This is what you deserve, the thought floated through your hazy mind. This is what happens when you keep failing him.His hips snapped forward harder, faster, driving so deep it felt like he was trying to split you in half. The hand not wrapped around your throat dug into your thigh, nails carving fresh red lines down your skin. Tiny beads of blood welled up under his grip, smearing between your bodies with every thrust.

You tried to moan, tried to beg, but his fingers only squeezed tighter, turning everything into broken, strangled whimpers. Tears slipped down your cheeks. Your nails dug uselessly into his arm, not pushing him away, just holding on while he used you.

“Look at me,” he snarled, forcing your head up with the hand on your jaw. His eyes were black with fury and lust. “I want to watch you fall apart while I fuck the incompetence out of you. Every time you sit down tomorrow and feel how sore you are, I want you to remember who owns you.” He slammed into you again and again, grinding against that spot that made your legs shake uncontrollably. The pressure in your core built higher, sharper, almost painful. “Моя глупая девочка…” he hissed between gritted teeth, pace growing erratic. “Always making me do this. Always forcing my hand.”

His grip on your throat loosened just enough for you to suck in a desperate gasp, then tightened again as he buried himself to the hilt. “Да, сука…” His body shuddered hard against yours, a low, guttural groan escaping him as he came deep inside you, hips jerking with every pulse. The heat of it filled you, marking you from the inside while his teeth marked you on the outside. Your body trembled with his, the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm making you feel disgusting.

For a few long seconds he stayed pressed against you, breathing heavily against your neck. Then, without a word, he pulled out. You nearly collapsed, legs trembling violently, but his hand on your hip kept you pinned to the wall for a moment longer. Makarov tucked himself back into his pants with calm, efficient movements, as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw against your office wall. His eyes dragged over your ruined state, tear-streaked face, blood trickling from bite marks, his cum slowly leaking down your thighs, and his lip curled in faint disgust. “Clean yourself up,” he said coldly, voice back to that terrifying calm. “And pray the next time I need intel, you don’t disappoint me again. Because next time I won’t be this merciful.” he added, his hands moving to grab and shove his belt through the loops. He turned toward the door without another glance, boots heavy on the floor. The sound of the front door slamming behind him echoed through the apartment like a final warning. You slid down the wall slowly, legs giving out completely, the cold floor biting into your bare skin. The rain continued to pour outside. And you knew — deep down — that this wouldn’t be the last time.

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It was the end of the F1 season, you and Max were in Monaco getting ready for the Prize Giving Gala that was being held nearby.

Max was less than thrilled about it. He didn't win the championship this season, it was a let down for everyone. After Abu Dhabi, he tried acting like it was alright, but everyone knows that when you fall second place, you're just the first loser, and he hated losing, so he was trying everything he could to get out of having to go, even trying to call off sick, but that didn't last very long.

Of course though, tonight was the night it was being held, so you were both getting ready. Max putting on a nice suit and bowtie, the same one he always wore at these kinds of occasions. You on the other hand had many options. Dresses long and short, feminine suits, turtlenecks and skirts… the walk in closet was really just your own given how many options you had.

You eventually picked a dress Max bought you recently that you never tried on. It was a velvety dress, colored in a dark plum, fabric falling just to your thighs with thin straps and dark lace that framed the collar.

You slid the dress on, twirling in the mirror that sat against the wall of your closet, seeing how the dress fit you. Honestly, it was a better fit then you imagined given the fact you had never tried it on until now. Usually whenever you would buy something new you would try on 50 different things until you saw what fit you best, but Max bought this all on his own, he clearly knew what would look good, that was for sure.

“Baby, are you done in there? We have to leave soon.” A voice through the closet door pulled you out of your self admiration session, obviously Max. You rolled your eyes, crouching to put on a pair of heels and a nice necklace that matched the dress.

“Well, are you finally done complaining about going to this gala?” You answered smugly, a smile ripe on your lips as you stood to fix your hair and give yourself one last glance, finally moving to exit the closet.

Max was standing in front of the window, fixing his bowtie with the reflection, hair all nicely combed, showing a lot of care in his appearance for a gala that he didn't even want to go to.

“Hm, I don't have any other excuses to skip.” He started, before turning to look at you, having to do a double take as he realized what you were wearing. “I see you finally put on the dress I got you..?”

You nodded, giving him a sweet little twirl, looking down at the dress. “Yup, I decided if I'm going to have to wear something nice why not this?” You looked up at him as he approached, his hands moving to adjust the shoulder straps, really just lifting them for a moment instead of moving them anywhere.

“You look…” His voice was unintentionally quiet, like he was starting to tell a secret, making him clear his throat. “You look gorgeous.” He wavered, making one of your eyebrows raise.

“Is that really what you wanted to say just now?” You teased, giving him a poke to the chest.

He smiled, running his hands down your arms from your shoulders. “You look sexy in this dress, that's all.” He trailed, looking at your necklace. “I knew it would fit.” A smile playing on his lips, almost sly as he stepped to move closer.

“Well, you just know me.” You nodded, feeling his hands move past your arms now to the sides of your ribs. “And don’t you dare, Max.” The words were more of a warning, but came out soft. Your hands moving to his arms.

He leaned to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, stepping forward, making you have to take a step back with him. “You know that I don't care for these events.” He chuckled, his hands sliding down to your hips, thumbs pressing down against the bone. “Im not the type of guy to want to be on a red carpet.” He added truthfully. You knew he was going to be difficult, he was never one to enjoy all the attention. He slid his hands lower to the sides of your thighs, fingers hooking under the soft fabric of the dress. “You’re going to ruin it before I even get to wear it–” You stammered, his torrent of kisses along your neck and face making you giggle. “You can just get a paper towel if you make a mess.” He mumbled against your skin, a smile playing on his lips, his hands sliding the hem of the dress up slightly as he moved to press your back gently against a wall. “I don't need to be in front of the cameras all the time acting all important.” Your lips parted as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, your brain entirely short circuiting at the sensation. You moved a hand up to his shoulder, putting gentle pressure away from you, pushing on his shoulder but not putting in the necessary effort to push him away, maybe because you didn't want to. “Max—” “We can be quick, who cares if we are a few minutes late. The less time spent there the better.” He interrupted his hips pushing forward to meet your own. “I just took a shower.” Your breath sharpened, the excuse not exactly on steady grounds, in fact it was standing on a thread that was about to snap. “Don’t even try that with me baby.” He chuckled against your neck, giving you a proper bite that made you gasp. Your legs shifted, hips pressing up against his, feeling the hardness through his suit pants. He moved his hips with yours, rubbing himself up against you, only making the issue in his pants worse. “Can I not appreciate how you look in this dress?” He added, a free hand moving up under the dress to press two fingers to the seat of your panties. You took a sharp breath in, hips rolling against the gentle pressure he placed against your throbbing heat, nerves buzzing. “This gala is important, you can appreciate my dress after.” You spoke, stumbling with him as he walked backwards to sit himself on the edge of the bed, pulling you on top of him. His hands pulled your hips down to press your heat against his crotch, the dress bunching up just below your hips. “Why would I care when I wasn't the one who won.” He smiled, shuffling both of your bodies farther onto the bed, hips rolling up against your own. “Plus I don't want to have to wait.” You rolled your eyes, hand moving down to his pants, gently rubbing and squeezing above where his tip sat, his hips rewarding the action with a buck up against your hand. “Because it’s just important..” You mumbled, watching his head tilt back in a deep huff of breath. “Yeah right, as if Lando is important.. Keep joking with me.” He hummed, lips pressing together with a strained grunt as you moved your hips to grind against him. 

“You really think I care about that guy?” He tried through another strained grunt, his length throbbing between your legs through his suit pants. You pressed yourself harder against him, humping against him as you bit a finger, while also mentally biting back a whimper that was crawling into your throat. “Verdomme..” He bit in Dutch, hands helping your hips move against him, quickly rolling over so you were on your back. “Je maakt me gek.” He added under his breath, half talking to himself, and half talking to you. He bucked himself against you with a groan, hands pushing up your sides, then up your arms, slowly moving your hands above your head to pin your wrists there. “Quit speaking Dutch, you know I don't understand it…” You mumbled, back arching up as his hands moved over the thin fabric that covered your skin. Max simply chuckled, pushing his thighs further up under your own, positioning himself flush against you. “Aw come on, let me have my fun before we have to go to this boring gala.” He moved a free hand, dragging it over your chest and down between your thighs, his fingers curling into the soft flesh to push your legs wider, snaking his hand to shuffle the soft fabric of the dress to bunch up at your hips. You let out a sharp breath as he pushed two fingers against your panties, gently rubbing your clit through the dampening fabric. “God.. Fuck..” You hissed through a puff of breath, moving against his fingers desperately. “Fuck the foreplay, we have to hurry this up..” Max hooked his fingers under the elastic, pulling the fabric aside to expose your heat, his eyes almost rolling back into his head. Your body shuddering at the sudden sense of being so exposed. He pulled his free hand to fumble with his belt, not caring enough to pull it out of the loops, his fingers working to then unbutton and unzip them. His other hand still tight around your wrists, keeping them firm above your head. “Al aan het schudden?” He mumbled in Dutch, tone curving up with amusement. He hooked his thumb under the elastic of his boxers, pushing them just far down enough to free himself, length heavy and thick with a pretty pink bulbous tip that matched the pink of his lips, already dripping with pre-cum onto the expensive sheets on the bed. “English..” You whispered, shifting your waist towards him, another shiver going down your spine. “You're already shaking.” He whispered back, matching your quiet voice, leaning forward to rub his tip along your clit. Your hips bucked against him, his tip barely pushing past your folds before he pulled his hips back. “Tsst— Verdomd.. Careful.” “Let me do it myself.” He positioned his tip back against your entrance, his hand moving to shallowly push two fingers into your heat and curling up to press against that soft, sensitive spot inside of you, your back arching at the sudden intrusion. He pushed his hips forward, stretching you with both his fingers and his length, not caring to take his fingers out. You whined at the bombardment, biting your bottom lip as your legs kicked out. “Yeah, does that feel good? Mijn mooi meisje..” His voice was more of a purr, slowly sinking deeper until he finally bottomed out. He stayed still as he pressed flush against you, purposefully letting you feel him. You whimpered at every twitch of his cock, every warm feeling of his pre-cum leaking inside of you, your skin feeling as if it were on fire. “Speak.” The words caused you to take a deep breath, nodding your head. “Yes…” You answered through a quiet breath, like a mouse squeak. Max pulled back slightly, but slowly pushed back in, letting you feel every ridge as he did so. “Oh, Ja?” He mimicked your voice, pulling back again faster this time, slowly speeding up his thrusts, his fingers slowly sliding out of you as he replaced the space they took with his cock. He pushed those fingers against your clit, slowly rubbing sweet tight circles. “Say it with your chest, baby.”

He sped up, starting a deep, quick rhythm, your body twitching each time he hit that perfect spot so deep inside of you. You didn't even know he could hit that spot.. He then leaned down, pressing his chest to yours, his mouth moving to your neck to lay soft kisses along your skin. “Yes..!” You whined a little louder for him this time, the shake in your voice pulling a groan from his throat, his lips curling to a smile against your skin as he sped up more. “Ohhh… Braaf meisje…” He praised in Dutch, the familiar curl of his tongue around the words making something in your stomach tighten, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. “God.. fuck.. You feel so fucking good.” He hissed, teeth nipping at your neck to earn a moan from your lips. The fingers of his free hand circled your clit hard, mirroring his thrusts which were becoming more and more aggressive each time. “Fuck Lando and his dumb fucking championship..” His voice grew hoarse, almost angry. “I’m the real fucking champ here cause I get to fuck such a fucking perfect pussy.” His words only made the knot in your stomach tighten, your back arching to press your chest harder against his own, simultaneously helping him change his angle to hit that sweet spot even harder than before, pulling breathy whimpers and moans from you. “Say it. Say ‘Max, you're the world champion.’” Your eyes rolled back, lips parting as you tried to gather the air to even speak as he held his brutal pace. “Max—” You breathed, getting cut off by your own moan, gasping. “You’re the world champion—!” The affirmation only seemed to make him put in more effort, his teeth sinking into the delicate skin of your neck as he let out a deep groan, only pulling back to kiss the bite mark. “Mmf— Ja—” He grunted, breath hot against your skin as he panted with each thrust, your heat dripping with new wetness each time he thrusted forward, his fingers matching his pace on your clit. Your vision practically blurred, head tilting back both in a moan, and to give him more access to your neck. He sinks his teeth deeper into your soft flesh, not hard enough to make you bleed, but hard enough to make you wince. The sensation was overpowered by the feeling of your stomach tightening, your body tensing. Max continued, panting hard against your neck. “Je kunt het aan.” He growled in Dutch, your mind buzzing like a static TV. “I’m close—” You stuttered out, legs tightening around Max’s waist. He rolled his hips with each thrust, hitting that spot deep inside you like a hammer, smiling at your words. “Oh, Ja?” He purred, “Finish, schatje. Let me feel you come around my cock, sweetheart.” His fingers rubbed quicker against your clit, your senses being overloaded with so many different sensations. Your body twitched, Max adjusting his angle. Your back arched, chest pushing against his once more, eyes rolling back as he groaned sharply.

“Verdomme—” He huffed, repeating the curse over again. Max sinks as deep as he can manage, pumping his sticky seed into you as he groaned louder. You feel as he fills you up, his body tensing against your own, the feeling making you squirmy and pushes you over the edge with him. Your inner walls clenching around him as you come over your high, wrists fighting against his grasp. He slows down his thrusts, breath heavy as he lowered himself onto you. Your mixed fluids leaked out of you as he slowly pulled back, length softening. Your dress catching the stickiness instead of the sheets. “Love you baby. Love you, such a good girl for me… Je bent zo prachtig..” The words were quiet but sharp around the edges, your body shivering from the after shock. “I knew you would ruin this dress..” You mumbled breathlessly, body going limp on the soft sheets as he finally freed your wrists, but your hands stayed there, too tired to move. “Sorry.. I’ll buy you another.” He chuckled. Kissing along your collarbone and neck, soothing his earlier bite marks. “Let’s go to this damn stupid gala.” ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

You pressed the answer button, and put the phone on speaker, placing it on the sheets as you rested your head. “Hey, Nik. Whadd’ya need..?” You asked tiredly, before hearing Nikolai’s signature scoff on the other end. “What do I need? That's how you greet me? Can I not talk to my favourite girl?” Nikolai spoke sarcastically, you could already imagine his face, nose scrunched with his stupid annoyed expression that you always picked on him for. But his voice was more husky than usual, more… growly. You were too tired to question it. You turned on your side, a chuckle leaving your throat, but it turned out to be a half-asleep hum. “It's late, we're not in the same timezone, remember?” you replied, your voice husky. Nikolai chuckled. “I know... It’s just that it's been, what… 3 weeks since we last called..?” Nikolai hummed, you could hear subtle rustling on his end of the phone, but he was already talking again when you were about to ask about it. “Do you know how many nights I've thought about you, Малыш?” He asked, lower now, voice laced with exhaustion and something else that twisted with it. Your breath caught at the question, lips pressing together as you hummed. “I’ve counted every one.” “And yet you greet me like THAT. Pssh.. Did you think I would let you go to sleep without hearing my voice?” He chuckled, only to be cut off by a strangled, low groan that he almost immediately silenced, a sound that made heat curl through your body. You shifted against the sheets, letting out a breath “No, i just—” “You miss me.” He cuts you off, voice shaky with movement. “Say it.” You paused, staring at your phone as if he was right in front of you, sighing.  “I miss you.” you whispered, ache raw in your chest. “Mhm. And I miss you, Милый.” He hummed low in his chest, a sound that made you start searching for possibilities of what could be causing those noises, but he answered for you. “Can you tell?” he chuckled, biting back a groan for a moment, but letting another slip through. Your eyes widened at what he was suggesting, what his body was suggesting, but you couldn't gather your thoughts immediately. “Your body, those sweet noises you make, the way you just absolutely fall apart for me.” The way he was speaking was making your heart stutter, it made you pull the phone closer to you. “I know, I miss your body too..” “But do you really?” He asked harshly, almost mean, making your breath catch in your throat. “Have you touched yourself while I've been gone?”

The question was sudden, almost startling you out of tiredness. You clear your throat, trying to ignore the heat that was turning and twisting in your stomach. “Ehm…” You hummed, not answering immediately. Nikolai wasn't going to have any of that nonsense. “Answer me. Or do I need to come home and remind you of some things?” He snarled, breath labored, and as nice as that threat sounds, you shook your head, running a hand through your hair. “I—Nik…” You paused but heard Nikolai let out a quiet groan, snapping you out of whatever he had put you in. “Yes..” You admitted, cheek flushed as Nikolai chuckled. “And did you come?” You stared blankly at the phone, shame twisting in your gut, intertwining with a sudden need that Nikolai implanted onto you. “Yes…” There was a pause, short, before you heard Nikolai exhale through his nose. It told you everything you needed to know, he wasn't very pleased with that answer. “Ты маленькая шлюха.. Without my permission?” Your heart thudded in your chest, making it hard to focus. “I couldn't help it–” “You could. You can, Шлюха.” Nikolai spoke gruffly into the phone, you were a little scared even when you were just on the phone. “But… It's okay. Do you know what we are going to do, Дорогая?” His tone softened, but his voice was low. “What..” You asked slowly, testing. “Tonight you aren't going to cum until I give you permission.” You could hear the smile in his voice, the growled slyness that gave away everything. “But—” “Ah-Ah…” He tuts, interrupting you almost immediately. You blinked, and took a breath, “Yes, Nikolai…” You breathed, shifting in the sheets. “Mm… No. Not Nikolai tonight..” He hummed smoothly. “Sir is better.” The word got stuck in your throat, Nikolai had never made you call him that, but you forced the word to tumble out of your mouth in a whisper. “Yes, sir..”

“Good girl…” He purred, the smile more obvious in his voice, the praise and tone making your thighs tremble. “Go on and strip down.. Милая девушка.” You shifted, hesitantly, but did as he had asked. The sheets cold on your skin, your phone balanced beside you. You heard Nikolai let out a low hum as he heard the rustling fabric. “Okay..” You shivered, shoving your legs back under the sheets to gather some warmth. “Good girl.” He praised, dragging the word out long. “Now spread your legs, honey. Don’t you dare half ass it.” You shifted to open your legs to meet the cold air, a shiver running down your spine. “Touch your tits, Милая девушка.” He instructed slowly. “Slow, don't get ahead of yourself. Let me hear how obedient you can be for me even when I'm thousands of kilometers away.” Your hands obeyed quicker than your mind, palming your breasts and letting your thumbs circle your nipples until they hardened under your touch. A soft whimper pushing its way out of your mouth. “Awwh… Already needy?” Nikolai teased, chuckling low in his chest. “It's only been three weeks and you're already all riled up.. How does it feel, baby.” “Sensitive..” You breathed heavily, pinching gently. “I need more, Nik– Sir… Dont do this to me…” “Wait.” Nikolai snapped, though amused by your slip up. “You’ll be good.” He softened, his Russian accent smooth as it worked around the word like fine wine. “Drag your fingers lower, down your stomach. But, don't touch your sweet cunt yet. Can you do that for me, Моя любовь?” “Yes sir..” You nodded even if he couldn't see it, your hand trembling as it dragged down your body, skin hot under your own touch. “Stop just above that beautiful cunt.” Nikolai ordered, letting out a low breath. “Hover right over that good spot, don't you dare touch it until I tell you to.” You whined, hips jerking up slightly. “Please—” “No.” He cut, sharp. “Youre so needy and you haven't even done much. Aren't you ashamed? So desperate and I've only used my voice to guide you.” “Yes sir.” You whispered, cheeks burning. Nikolai exhaled sharply, satisfied. “Spread yourself, детка. Use your other hand to touch your clit. Just once.” Your hands moved eagerly, a moan escaping you as your fingers brushed the swollen bundle of nerves. “Stop.” Your hips bucked despite Nikolai’s command, desperate for more. “Nikolai— Sir, Please..” “I said stop, сука.” He repeated, firmer, his voice like a leash that you had to obey. “Edge it. Hold the need. Show me how good you are.” Your body trembled as you pulled your hand away, legs shifting. “Good girl.” He praised again as he heard you whine, his voice warm again, tongue curving around the words with his accent. “Thats why you're my sweet girl. You obey even when it hurts. Хорошая девочка.” Your body ached, the silence on the line stretching until you thought you would lose control, the only sound available was Nikolai's soft pants of his own pleasure, clearly teasing you, torturing you. “You’re being such a good girl, aren't you.” Nikolai broke the silence finally, voice low and deliberate. “Yes sir,” You whimpered. “You waited, just like you should. You're so good for me, honey..” He purred, exhaling softly as his voice strained with the familiar tilt back of his head. “Mmh.. Now, baby. You can touch yourself. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

You didn't have to be told twice, moaning as soon as you made contact with yourself. The relief was heavy, almost painful. Your hips bucked once, fingers working frantically. “Хорошая девочка… That's it, baby. It feels so good, huh? The reward you get once you show how good you are for me.” Nikolai chuckled, voice filled with filth and reverence both. “Faster, honey. Don’t you dare stop. Make a mess for me.” “N-Nikolai—” “Sir.” He corrected instantly. “Sir—” You whined, your back arching.

“Good girl. That’s exactly what i want to hear. Don’t stop honey, keep rubbing your sweet clit, just like you are.” He purred, dragging out each word if only to drive them home. “You’re falling apart for my voice, huh.. Tell me who owns that beautiful pussy you’re touching, hm?” “You do, Sir.” You gasped quietly, your fingers working tirelessly, wet slick coating them. “Hm? Say it louder baby. Let the neighbors hear how you come undone from a voice on a phone.” “You do! You own me!” You moaned. “Yeah, I do honey. That’s exactly it.” He growled, voice tight as he paused to betray his own arousal. “You can cum now baby, cum hard, let me hear exactly how desperate you are for my cock after three weeks.” You twitched, back lifting as that familiar heaviness boiled in your stomach, your orgasm ripping through you suddenly. Your legs kicked out, a loud moan spilling from your lips as your body twitched. Your fluids soaking your fingers, and the sheets. Nikolai groaned, the sound low. “That’s my girl. That's right. Coming so undone like that just because I told you to. Ты моя хорошая девочка.” You collapsed back, panting heavily as your hand fell still over your thigh. The release so intense it left you trembling. “Breathe baby.” Nikolai soothed. “It's okay, You did so well for me. Dont let your sweet little mind forget that im coming home soon. Don't you dare touch yourself until I get back. I need you all desperate for me. Desperate and pathetic.”

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Russia is cold, but beautiful. It was your first time in the strange country, your plane having landed not too long ago in Moscow in the dead of winter at midnight. You barely spoke the language, but trusted your friend, Pasha, to translate for you if you absolutely needed him to.

“Aaah..” Pasha exhaled heavily, taking in the air of his home city. You shuddered, hands tight on the fur coat you picked up in the airport. “I missed this place.”

You rolled your eyes. Usually you would have Pasha fly to your home country to spend vacation with you, but this time you were convinced to go to his country. His ego went through the roof when you finally agreed to go with him.

“I’m hungry.” You grumbled, making him snort and pat your shoulder. It didn't help your anger.

“Stop complaining, I told you to get food in the airport.” He chuckled a deep, rumbled chuckle, his breath visible in the cold air as he grinned. “Just be patient, I have a friend that will pick us up and drive us somewhere.” Pasha assured, his grin growing ever larger. God you hated Russians.

You sat down on a nearby bench, eyes glued to your suitcase that Pasha insisted he hold for you, a nice gesture, but your conscience was still on its high tail.

You got dragged out of your thoughts when Pasha began to yell sharp Russian, making you look up at the car that had stopped next to him. “Эййй! Давно не виделись, Ник!” (Heyyy! Long time no see, Nik!) Pasha laughed, extending his arms as the driver of the car hopped out and gave Pasha a big bear hug. Your fingers started fiddling with themselves, getting home sick already.

“Pasha?” You asked, standing up to walk over to him. You held a considerable distance from the new guy and Pasha, cautious. Pasha tut’s, reaching to grab your arm and pull you closer, gesturing to the new guy.

“This is Nikolai, He is a buddy from Spetznaz, and a close friend!” Spetznaz.. That rang a bell in your head, realistically though, more bells should be ringing. Nikolai stared at you for a moment, maybe too long, a balaclava shrouding his face, before greeting you with a nod. You didn't care to nod back, despite his pretty eyes.. You shook your head, blinking to return to reality. “[y/n].” You replied as bluntly as possible in the moment. Pasha let out a soft chuckle before tossing your suitcase in the trunk, prompting you to walk towards the car, brushing past Nikolai momentarily. He almost instantly growled, but walked away to the driver side of the car to get in.

The trunk closed with a thump, Pasha looking up to see you rubbing your eyes, He smiled. “Tired, Друг?” Pasha asked sweetly. You looked over at him, nodding with a tired smile, but your eyes told another story. Pasha let out a small exhale, walking around the car and opening the backdoor. “We will get food soon, get in so you aren't cold.” Pasha smiled, gesturing inside the car.

You moved to sit, body twisting under the roof of the car uncomfortably before you settled into the seat. Nikolai was tapping his fingers on the center console, before turning his head to look back at you. You lifted your head, meeting his gaze for a moment. “What?”

The word seemed to snap him back to reality, blinking for a second before looking away, back at his phone. “Извини.” (Sorry.) He mumbled a word you didn't understand, prompting you to scoot behind the driver seat and peer over his shoulder. “English.” You said simply, making him turn his head to the side to glare at you from under his balaclava. His eyes were brown, dark, almost menacing, it made you forget what you were going to say before he shoved your face away with his hand, making your back hit the car seat with a heavy ‘oomph’ Before Nikolai could say something to you, Pasha opened the door and got in the car, giving Nikolai a pat on the shoulder. You felt the car jolt and turn out of the airport, moving down the freshly de-iced roads. Nikolai and Pasha immediately started chatting in a foreign language that you only understood small words in. You stared out the window, watching as the snow covered buildings and streets pass by and the white specs of snow in the air fly past with the speed of the car. “Я люблю ее, чувак.” (I love her, Man.) Pasha spoke to Nikolai, words that you didn't understand and didn't care about, but maybe you should've, because Nikolai instantly seemed to become more tense, more focussed. “Ага?” (Yeah?) Nikolai murmured, making Pasha nod quickly. Nikolai glanced at you sitting in the back seat—a glance you caught in the corner of your eye but didn't return—before looking at the road again. “Она знает?” (Does she know?) Nikolai barely got the words out when Pasha shook his head and put a finger over his mouth. Nikolai didn't seem very amused and immediately turned into a parking lot of a restaurant without letting Pasha say anything else. You lifted your head, looking forward out the windshield at the restaurant. You couldn't understand what its name was but it was very obviously expensive fine dining, almost as if Nikolai had a point to prove with whatever they were talking about. Pasha froze up, nudging Nikolai's arm. “Ey–Ey–У меня нет денег на это место, Николай..” (I don't have the money for this place, Nikolai..) Nikolai tuts at the comment, putting a hand up. “I will pay for it.” Nikolai deliberately spoke in English, making you raise an eyebrow. Pasha was in awe, staring Nikolai down like a hawk, Nikolai staring back equally as sharp, it was like watching a Hawk and Eagle get ready to duke it out.

Before Pasha could reply Nikolai got out of the car, and walked around to the passenger side, intentionally slamming Pasha’s door closed again so he couldn't get out, before opening the back door for you. Pasha scoffed, saying a few curses in Russian as he watched Nikolai help you out the car. You were oh so ignorant to the competition they just got themselves into. Pasha got out of the car finally, instantly putting a hand on your back as he led you forward towards the restaurant, the glare of death on Nikolai’s face as he caught up to your walking pace. After getting inside and getting a table, you took the time to look around, the tables draped with elegant tablecloths, beautiful crystal chandeliers on the ceiling and hushed Russian voices having conversations all around you. You felt.. Royal. Nikolai took the chance to quickly slip in the seat next to you, Pasha being stuck with the chair in front of you. Nikolai chuckled, you didn’t understand why. “Order anything. I have enough money on me to deal with the bill.” Nikolai spoke smoothly, Pasha immediately shooting a glare of despise, kicking Nikolai’s shin from under the table, a grunt daring to escape Nikolai's mouth through gritted teeth. “Why are YOU paying the bill? Why not split it? Hm?” Pasha asked, daring Nikolai to say the wrong thing. “Can I not be polite?” Nikolai asked, tilting his head, "It's the least I can do for a friend.” The words came out sharper than Nikolai intended, but got the point across, specifically to Pasha. This was no act of kindness towards him, it was Nikolai deliberately trying to throw Pasha away like a dirty rag. You huffed, unable to insert yourself in the conversation, stomach turning and flipping like an acrobat, twisting with questions that you were too nervous to ask. You tried to put together the puzzle in your brain, but Nikolai ruined your thought process when he put a hand on your thigh under the tablecloth, his thumb rubbing small soothing circles over your skin. You were tempted to push his hand off, but didn't. Fire licking up your leg in a way that made you shudder.

You basically turned off your brain, Nikolai and Pasha giving each other glares constantly as the food arrived, but Nikolai’s hand never left your thigh, only tightening his grip enough to leave a bruise as if he was trying to force your brain to his side. You looked down at his hand, it was large and veiny, his fingers perfect long digits that pressed into your leg. You had to blink and look away before your brain thought about anything other than the food. As you stared at the plate, you noticed Nikolai put something down on the table, you glanced over at him, he had taken his balaclava off. You stared for a long moment before Pasha cleared his throat, making you look away, trying to ignore your heart pounding out of your chest. 

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You finally were able to stand up, the food finished, bill paid, and both Pasha and Nikolai antler to antler. Pasha got up along with Nikolai, intentionally stepping on his feet, Nikolai letting out a quiet yelp to himself. Pasha grabbed your arm gently, leading you towards the exit with a smile as if there was never anything wrong. “Was the food good?” Pasha asked, looking at you sweetly. You nodded and smiled, making him raise an eyebrow. “You’ve been awfully quiet today, are you okay?” The question caught you off guard. You HAD been very quiet, barely saying anything at all, but you nodded again. “Yeah, I’m fine, Pash’. Just tired from the flight, that's all.” That was in fact, not all. The spot Nikolai had his hand was burning like freshly lit wood, stomach twisting with enjoyment of the feeling and ever sharpening confusion of today's events. Pasha walked you to the car, hand gentle on your waist, you could hear the heavy footsteps of Nikolai over the thin layer of snow that had formed on the asphalt. The cold air hit you like a tsunami, the air crisp in your nose. Pasha chuckled, grabbing a flower from a bush, beautiful and covered in a light layer of snow. You smiled and took it, but a question was pulling at your tongue. “Why are you guys being so weird..?” You asked Pasha, slowly. He was about to open the car door for you, but he paused, just as he was about to answer, Nikolai put his hands on your hips, pushing his chest against your back, making you shudder and grasp the small flower.

“No reason, Малыш. Just get in the car before you get a cold.” Nikolai spoke, his voice sharper than Pashas. Pasha instantly turned his head, staring at Nikolai, looking at his hands, where they were placed, what Nikolai called you, everything was teetering on the edge and Pasha was right below it. You were just as stunned as Pasha, freezing for a moment as your skin tingled under Nikolai’s touch. Pasha walked forward, grabbing your arm and gently pushing you towards the car. Nikolai smiled, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Nikolai. We will talk later.” Pasha muttered as you got into the car, making you pause. “Talk about what?” You asked, making Pasha exhale sharply, Nikolai only chuckled, tutting momentarily as he turned from Pasha to the driver's side. “Она понятия не имеет.” (She has no idea.) Nikolai mumbled, shaking his head as he opened the driver side door and got in. Pasha stayed outside for a moment to gather himself. “Are you cold, Любовь?” Nikolai asked, turning the car on and starting the heating system, making sure it was just the right temperature. You admired his care, or at least what you thought was care. “Yeah, thank you.” You smiled, hoping there would be no more fighting from the two, but your mind still lingered on how Nikolai had his hands, how Pasha stared at Nikolai when he said ‘Малыш’.. Whatever that meant. Thoughts circulated in your head, thousands of what if’s drowning out the feeling of your nerves buzzing like live wires.

“Why are you guys at each other's throats..?” You asked, making Nikolai put his phone down and glance back at you. He still hadn't put his balaclava back on, it made your breath catch in your throat. His face, his pretty.. Pretty face… — No, focus. You have to get answers out of them. — You cleared your throat. “I'm just… Confused about how you guys are acting..” You added, looking down at your shoes as you anxiously tapped your foot against the passenger seat in front of you. Nikolai hums, his eyes still fixed on you as he tilted his head to try and get a better look at your eyes as if he was asking for the eye contact to be returned. “Good, be confused.” He answered softly, softer than before. “I’d hate to make it easy for you.” A smile played on his lips as you raised your head ever so slightly, meeting his gaze. Nikolai was almost entranced, admiring you like a fine work of art in a museum. His eyes dragged over your skin, your tired eyes, the flush that formed on your face from the cold, your hands fiddling with themselves, how perfect your hands would look wrapped around his—Pasha opened the car door, and Nikolai coughed, blinking and turning his head away, tossing his balaclava on the dashboard as he ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I was just having a smoke.” Pasha explained, glaring at Nikolai but he never returned the glare like you had seen him do so many times before. The car jolted to life, and as you all drove to the place you would all be staying, it was silent, only the distant Russian music and chatter on the streets flying past, the sounds of the tires gliding down the road, and the occasional mutter from Pasha in Russian, clearly directed towards Nikolai, but he never acknowledged it.

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The car pulled into the driveway of a home and rolled to a stop, you opened the door to the car and got out, not allowing them any time to open it for you. ‘I can just get inside, and go to sleep. Get inside, go to sleep..’ the words swirled in your head, stomach twisting violently. You had no idea what to think, about the guys fighting, about how Nikolai touched you, about how Pasha was so friendly, about how they talked to you in such a way that made your head spin. Nikolai’s keys jingled as he walked up to the house, Pasha running up to grab your arm gently, slugging behind Nikolai purposefully as if Pasha didn't want you near Nikolai at all. “Stay away from Nikolai for me.” Pasha asked quietly as Nikolai fumbled with the door lock. You paused, looking up at him. “Why?” It was a simple word, but Pasha's brain seemed to unravel because of it. “Cause I said so.” Pasha's voice was stern, but he tried to make it sound less mean. You hummed to yourself and nodded slowly, despite your desire to not listen. Nikolai opened the door and gestured inside the house, Pasha walking you forward and into the home, suitcase in hand. The atmosphere was inherently Russian, boyish. But at least everything wasn't a mess. Nikolai entered after you, intentionally pushing Pasha. “I’ll lead you to your rooms.” Nikolai spoke, walking towards you but Pasha pushed back. “No, I know this house, I'll show her where her room is.” The words stern towards Nikolai, but you didn't care to turn around, you slipped away up the stairs to find it yourself while they locked tusks downstairs, dragging your suitcase behind you.

‘I'm surrounded by idiot men..’ you thought to yourself, even if that was a little mean to think about. Were you a little worried? Yeah. But that worry was buried deep down, covered by the rubble of questions that broke apart before coming out of your mouth. You shrugged to yourself, focussing on locating the guest room that they were talking about while avoiding the drama, maybe it would all blow over in the morning when everyone isn't so tired. Just maybe. Finally you found it, a small room with a single queen sized bed, a tv, and balcony. You tossed your suitcase on the bed, running a hand through your hair with a sigh. You felt out of place all of a sudden, maybe the nervousness of the drama was finally gone, maybe you were just realizing you were in another country, but everything seemed to shrink. You shook your head, taking a deep breath and walking out onto the balcony, taking in the crisp air as you watched the snow fall slowly. The trees were tall, their green mixing with the white of the snow and ice. Dogs barked in the distance, the trees rustled in the wind, and it was finally something peaceful. That was until you heard yelling. God damn it, What's wrong now… You rubbed your eyes again, readying yourself for whatever those idiots were doing downstairs. Probably throwing punches, and you were most definitely right. As soon as you rounded the corner to look into the kitchen, there they were, looking like bloody boxers when a ref didn't call a time out. 

“Ты вообще знаешь, когда пора остановиться?” Nikolai spoke gruffly towards a basically doubled over Pasha. It was very clear who was winning the fight, and it wasn't Pasha. ‘Zero peace, I can have zero peace.’ you thought to yourself, about to walk forward before Nikolai pushed himself off the counter he was leaning on. His shoulders flexed in the tight shirt that was originally covered by a heavy winter jacket, it made you stare for a moment, but you quickly came back to, not wanting Nikolai or Pasha to hurt each other any longer than they have. “Nikolai.” You called out, making him pause, but he didn't look at you. Pasha however, raised his head with the little bit of strength he had. “Why the hell are you two fighting? There's no reason—” “There is a reason.” Nikolai interrupted sharply, blood dripping from his nose and hitting the floor. “What's the reason then!?” You asked, taking a heavy step forward, finally done with all of this drama between Pasha and Nikolai. “Nik—” Pasha growled out, trying to wipe the blood from his face, staring down Nikolai like he was going to kill him. Nikolai paused, tilting his head, before reaching into a cabinet and grabbing a bottle of vodka, downing it straight from the bottle. He coughed for a second, before nodding. “Oh are you scared I'll tell her, Pash?” Nikolai hummed, Pasha only went still, trying to catch his breath.

“Tell me what?” You asked, another step forward, Pasha seemed increasingly tense when you got closer to Nikolai. That's when Pasha fake limped, tripped over himself purposefully to gain your attention. You rushed over to him, Nikolai only watched, deciding that Vodka was going to be his drink of the night. You sighed, helping Pasha stand properly, watching him wipe all the blood off his face and start to walk away with your aid. You could already feel Nikolai’s eyes on you, gaze like daggers in your back. You followed Pasha, he walked up the stairs and straight to his room, slowly laying on his bed to gather more strength. “Dont even get near him. Go to sleep, I'll be fine.” Pasha huffed out, letting out a stunted exhale through his nose. You paused, he was hurt, but you nodded anyways, turning to exit the room. You paused outside the door as you closed it behind you. ‘There's no way I'm the cause of all of this, right?’ you asked yourself, rubbing your face. You were close to Pasha, intertwined like vines, but you were increasingly self aware of your deep attraction to whatever Nikolai was trying to do, whatever he was trying to prove. You hummed, walking back down the stairs for a drink of water, maybe that would clear your mind, fresh water. Maybe Nikolai was out of the kitchen so you could get one. As you entered the kitchen though, there was Nikolai, still bleeding, using Vodka to deal with the stress and anger that was twisting in his gut. He opened his eyes slowly, eyes flicking over to look your way. God the way he looked at you, why were you… enjoying it so much? He was aggressive, invasive even, but it felt oddly nice, he was chasing after you like a lion finding its dinner and he wasn't going to back down until he got it.

“Привет.” Nikolai mumbled, a smile playing at his bloody lips, your stomach flipped but you immediately remembered Pasha's words—‘Stay Away’—and you planned to try and do that. You ignored him, grabbing a clean glass that was already on the counter and filling it with water, but something made you pause, the sound of Nikolai shuffling closer. You were worried for a moment, but he seemed to have been pacified by the Vodka. “How much of that have you drank?” You asked, taking a few steps back to distance yourself while still staying within a normal range for a conversation. Nikolai glanced at the bottle, humming for a moment, before shrugging. “Almost all of it. Do you want?” Nikolai gestured the bottle towards you with a cheeky grin, but you shook your head. Nikolai frowned for a moment but shrugged, taking another swig. You stepped forward, putting your hand on the bottle, pushing it away from his mouth. “That’s enough, I'm surprised you even drank it this fast.” Nikolai looked at you, and tilted his head. He stared for a long moment, your fingers still putting pressure on the bottle. “Keep acting like you care.” The words made you pause, and pull your hand away, but Nikolai grabbed your wrist before you could retreat. You hated him so much, but.. No, no. No but’s. You hate him. That's all you know. “I don’t. Let go of me.” You spoke, stern yet shaken, the words not fully wanting to leave your mouth, forcing yourself to speak. Nikolai didn't let go, he walked forward instead, looking down at you, reeking of Vodka and the crisp winter air that he was once engulfed in.

“You sure? For a second it looked like you liked when I grabbed you.” Nikolai spoke quietly, his eyes heavy. Fire licked up your arm, your stomach twisting violently, heart beating like it was going to jump out your chest. You tried to pry your wrist from his hand but he held you still, if not dragging you closer. “I'm getting mixed messages here..” You mumbled, trying to hold your composure despite the growing desire that was instantly buried under the feeling of your gut gaining a new pit. “I could tie you up and threaten you with a knife if you like.” Nikolai spoke sarcastically, you instantly pulled your wrist away, his grasp thankfully loosening and allowing you to retreat. “That… Would not help.” You whispered, he only smiled. “I thought you and Pasha were friends. Why did you..” You started again, but Nikolai tutted, swallowing the last bit of Vodka in the bottle to relieve his own stress. “We are like lions, and you are lioness.” He leaned against the counter, pushing the bottle aside finally. You tilted your head, confused, your brain screaming at you but you didnt know because of what. “You know how that works, Да?” He narrowed his eyes at you slightly, awaiting an answer, you shook your head, slowly, deftly, as if he were asking if you murdered someone. “When there are two male lions, and one lioness.” Nikolai started, taking a step forward, smirking like a villain from a movie. “They fight for the female.” Nikolai’s voice got lower, stepping uncomfortably close to look down at you. The words felt like being able to see after being blind, it made sense, more sense than it had before. They were fighting for you, your attention, your love, and honestly, possibly more.

You took a step back, away from Nikolai and whatever he was doing to you, whatever he was trying to do. He smiled, bigger, humming low in his chest as he watched your expression as if you were another bottle of vodka. “Nervous now, Принцесса?” You couldn't answer, your throat closing up as if your body didn't want to respond despite the tingling that was sneaking up your nerves. Nikolai knew exactly what he was doing, exactly what you were thinking. You just retreated, Nikolai’s eyes on you the entire way to the stairs, you feel his gaze burning your skin like fire from a match. Instantly, you pushed into the guest room and got into bed, the sheets scratchy and cold but you dealt with it. You ran your hands over your face, a low groan escaping you. ‘I don't like him. I have to listen to Pasha, I need to avoid Nikolai. I swear I don't like him.’ You said to yourself under hushed breath. You didn't like him, you didn't like his aggression, you didn't like his tendencies of drinking when stressed, you didn't like his competitiveness, you didn't like his face, or the blood that dripped so slowly over his pretty pink lips… or his broad shoulders in his shirt… or… No, no. Shut up. You tossed, pushing a blanket over your head as if that would hide you from your thoughts, it didn't. You couldn't believe yourself, how you reacted to him. Two men fighting over you and yet your brain wasn't choosing the man you've known longest.. No, Stop, you weren't choosing anyone, you just need to go to sleep, this will all blow over with a good night's rest.

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The morning came with birds and the sun shining bright in your eyes, you used your hand to block it, sitting up and facing away. You got dressed and took a look outside, looking at the snow and ice lining the tree leaves and the distant hustle and bustle of the main city of Moscow. You rubbed your eyes and walked out of the guest room. Stretching, You got ready in the bathroom across the hall and walked downstairs, hoping it would be a peaceful morning. You thought maybe you would get something to eat out of Nikolai’s fridge and watch TV, just for a bit before the chaos began again. Unfortunately, you spoke too soon. Walking into the kitchen was Nikolai, his hair wet from a morning shower in the master bathroom, wearing quite literally only some black shorts, purposefully. “Утро.” (Morning.) The words were rasped and husky, his stance slow as he made his way to the island in the middle of the kitchen, leaning on it with his forearms, watching as you grabbed a simple bag of chips, trying to ignore how his appearance hit you like a train. “Do you not want real food?” Nikolai asked, tilting his head as he ran a hand through his long brown hair, messied as it dried from the shower. You hummed, glancing over at him, trying to ignore the beads of water rolling down his neck and over his small scars that were sprinkled over his body. “Depends on your definition of real food.” You mumbled, brain still thinking about your last conversation with him, while also trying to comprehend what he was doing now. “I have something leftover that I made yesterday before you guys came. It’s something Pasha enjoys.” Nikolai spoke slowly, his words lower now as he pushed himself up and opened the fridge. “What, Fried Vodka?” You spoke sarcastically, not expecting Nikolai to have actually cooked something, he was just surprising you every second, maybe unintentionally, or maybe to just impress you. 

Nikolai chuckled, a low, growled sound in his chest, smiling at your comment. He shook his head, slowly, grabbing a small plate of food, whatever it was it looked… actually kind of good. “You can have a few. It's fine whether it's hot or cold.” Nikolai smiled, a strange sight of a genuine smile when he was looking at you, his eyes dragging over your skin like a trailer hitch. Nikolai prepared a plate, and slid the plate to you, walking a little closer to be in closer proximity. You looked up at him, breath hitching in your throat. ‘What the fuck.. He is doing this purposefully…’ you thought, a sharp exhale escaping your nose. “Nikolai.” It was Pasha, finally. Nikolai didn't budge, he only looked down at you, but his expression darkened as he heard the voice. You took a few steps back, Nikolai only humming as he turned towards Pasha. “Доброе утро, товарищ.” (Good Morning, Comrade.) Nikolai spoke sluggishly, Pasha only stared, fixing the bunched up fabric of his grey sweatshirt that had bundled up his arms. “Так теперь мы товарищи? Это что-то новенькое.” (So now we are comrades? That's new.) Pasha walked forward, taking a bit of food that Nikolai hadn't placed on your plate. Nikolai stood still, his arms flexing under his weight as he pressed his back against the counter. You moved to sit down, but your eyes caught Nikolais. He was looking at Pasha with an almost annoyed expression, his eyes sharp and brow furrowed. The sun hit his torso in just the right way to show how much effort he's put into his frame. His arms look like they are strong enough to split you in half, or pick you up with only one arm… ‘No, Stop, Just eat and go on with your day.’ You repeated in your head, looking down as you swallowed a small bite of food but it didn't help. Then you looked at Pasha, on his phone, leaned on the island counter, trying to ignore Nikolai. His short hair messy and naturally shiny in the sun, his more rounded jawline, the veins in his hands and.. There you go again. You felt as if you were on a teetering scale with Nikolai and Pasha on either side.

You suddenly stood up, the chair scraping on the ground loudly as you breathed heavily through your nose. Nikolai and Pasha immediately raised their gaze, startled. “You ok?” Pasha asked sweetly, god his voice, Nikolai’s gaze, it felt like a tug of war and they were both purposefully trying to pull as hard as they could. You didn’t respond, you just stared at Pasha, then, slowly, to Nikolai. His gaze became heavier, sharper, tilting his head at you. Pasha took notice. “Give me a few hours.” You spoke, staring at Nikolai for a moment, before turning, walking away and up the stairs to locate the guest bathroom. You just needed to shower, Get the heaviness of your thoughts off of your back. You entered the bathroom, closing the door and pressing your back against it. A sharp exhale escapes your mouth, your body feels like it was lit on fire. ‘I’m just overwhelmed, I don't. I don't like either of them like that..’ You assured yourself but the thoughts jumbled up together, making it hard to be sure of yourself. The shower water was warm, cascading down your skin. You imagined what it might feel like if the droplets that were dragging down your body were Nikolai's hands—Shut up.. You need to get yourself together, you can't keep thinking of him like that. THEM.. Even though deep down you knew it was mainly Nikolai..

You shifted your thighs unconsciously, searching for friction before you paused, letting out an angry groan, sticky wetness sticks to your inner thighs. You tried to ignore it, stepping more into the waterfall of water that came from the shower head. ‘There's no.. Fucking.. Way…’ You covered your face with your hands, you simply couldn't believe yourself.

You quickly washed your hair, and got out, wrapping a towel high around your torso, wiping yourself down as if you were on fire, because that's what it felt like. ‘I’m just confused. Confusion, yeah. That's all this is. It will blow over.’ You thought for what felt like the millionth time, trying to brush this off as anything but what it truly was. Despite your refusal, you knew what this was, exactly what this was. It was so obvious to you that it was almost painful. A knock sounded at the door, you flinched, moving towards it but not opening it. “Yes..?” the words came out broken despite your best attempts to sound confident. “Are you ok?” It was Pasha, you sighed of relief but also disappointment. You cleared your throat, nodding even though Pasha was on the other side of the door. “Yeah, why?” You asked, You could hear Pasha’s breath on the door, heavy and slow. “I—... I love you. That's why me and Nikolai are having arguments. I want you to keep away from him.. Please…” Pasha's voice cracked, as if he was dreading the words he was speaking. You paused, deep down you already knew that, but now with him saying it, things got a whole lot difficult. You thought for a moment as you got into new clothes, You could hear how nervous Pasha was, it tore your brain in two, one side wanted Nikolai, and the other wanted Pasha. They had no idea how this affected you.

“Okay, Pasha… I will try.” You spoke, the words coming out soft as if trying to calm him. ‘Why the hell did I say try..? As if I'm going to be lured in by Nikolai, I can do this. I can. I can stay away from him, it can't be that hard. I can ignore him.’ you thought, huffing out your nose and taking a deep breath through your mouth. You could hear Pasha’s breath hitch, as he hummed, relieved. “Хорошо–.. Ok… Thank you…” Pasha mumbled, taking note of how you didn't mention his confession, but he brushed it aside, he wasn't going to be that desperate. You heard him walk away, slowly, his footsteps heavy on the ground outside the door. You buried your face in your hands immediately after, groaning. Your stomach flipped, brain buzzing as if it were a sparkler. ‘Always the worst times. The worst of the worst times..’ You got clean clothes on and gathered yourself, finally exiting the bathroom and immediately going to your room to get your belongings sorted out, thoughts burning at the back of your brain but you continued to push them aside.

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You spent most of the day getting yourself sorted and catching up with family over text, with the occasional check in by Pasha and sit on the balcony to look at the new layer of snow fall. You heard footsteps approaching again, but they were heavier, slower. The door opened, you knew exactly who it was.

“Привет.” Nikolai spoke, you didn't look at him, you just continued to fold your clothes and put them in the dresser. He hummed, his head tilting at your silence.

“Милый?” He spoke in Russian again, you didn't know what he called you, but it was soft, gentle, almost worried. You had to keep yourself from answering, keep yourself from looking at him and his face… oh his pretty face… No. You had to listen to Pasha.

“Hey, [y/n].” Nikolai repeated, his voice more stern now, taking a step into the room. You still didn't look at him. Nikolai let out a sharp exhale through his nose, “Really? Ignoring me?” He asked sharply, before going silent, you never responded.

“I was going to tell you dinner is ready.” Nikolai muttered, his voice soft as if he was hurt. It made your stomach twist with desire, trying to keep yourself from looking at him despite the voice in your head begging yourself to turn and look at him.

You hummed to yourself, trying to keep focus on putting your clothes in the dresser. Nikolai stared, silent for a moment before scoffing, trying to sound angry, but it came out sad, almost desirable. The coil in your stomach tightened as you tried to will away the urge to turn around. Nikolai walked out the room, closing the door behind him loudly. You let out a heavy breath, one you didn't know you needed to let out. You finally turned around, despite the fact Nikolai had already left. Your eyes lingered on where he had stood, stomach flipping violently inside you. ‘Why the hell am I acting this way. This is stupid. It's so easy to just ignore someone, why can't I ignore him.’ You thought, shaking your head at yourself and your stupid feelings. You took a few moments to yourself, gathering the courage to open the door and go downstairs for an early dinner. You finally moved, walking downstairs and taking a seat at the table. You weren't hungry, but you knew Pasha would be bugging you to come eat, so you decided to just sit quietly on your phone. Pasha took a seat in front of you with a small plate of food, glancing up at you before tilting his head. “You ok?” He asked, making you lift your head. You nodded, smiling at him even though your internal feelings were gnawing at you.

He paused, but nodded back. “Alright. Go get some food, Любовь..” Pasha hummed, looking down to swallow around a bite of food. You silently sighed, sinking into your seat almost. That's when you heard a chair scrape the ground, and a plate of food pushed in front of you. You raised your gaze once again, feeling the presence of Nikolai in the seat next to you. Pasha was glaring already, you could see the annoyance on his face and how it radiated off him. You tried to match it, but it was hard to match an emotion you had no capability of having with someone that you only felt desire towards. Nikolai glanced at you, then Pasha. “Что ты сделал?” (What have you done?) Nikolai spoke, quiet and low, directed towards Pasha, who scoffed and shook his head. “Я ничего не делал. Может, она плохо себя чувствует.” (I didn't do anything. Maybe she isn't feeling well.) Pasha retorted, making Nikolai tut sarcastically. You put your phone to the side, trying to eat a little bite of food Nikolai brought you, maybe to make them shut up. It only made it worse, because immediately, Nikolai put a hand on your knee, discreetly, out of Pasha's sight. You let out a sharp breath, your first reaction was to push his hand, but he didn't budge, only tightening his fingers around your leg to keep you from pushing his hand. Your head felt like it was spinning, thighs pressing together unconsciously as you tried to swallow your thoughts and the bite of food in your mouth. You didn't say anything, you just glanced down at his hand, how he was flexing his hand in just the right way to make his veins more visible than they already were. His hand was worn and rough from years of pulling triggers and reloading magazines, callouses lining his palms. You couldn't deny how nice his hands looked even if you wanted to. How they would look nicer guiding your—You pushed up in your chair suddenly, making Pasha stop eating and look at you, then at Nikolai.

You didn't say anything, because there was nothing you wanted to say, or even could say for that matter. You stared at Pasha for a moment, and turned away, walking back upstairs, not looking back even when your name was called, even when Pasha started to yell at a silent Nikolai. You hoped nobody would chase, but a deeper part of you hoped Nikolai would.

You huffed, pushing yourself against the now closed door to the guest room that now felt overwhelmingly small. ‘This.. This isn't real.’ you repeated to yourself even though you knew if you pinched yourself, it would hurt.

You took a few deep breaths, hoping that would ease your nerves as you walked towards the balcony, sitting down in one of the chairs and drawing your knees up to your chest. You stared out at the nature and distant city of Moscow, watching the planes fly overhead to land at the airport you now silently regretted landing at too.

You heard the guest room door open slowly, the creak making you shiver on the balcony but you didn't turn to look inside. “Эй, [y/n]?” The voice was Nikolai’s, low and soft, deceptive. He closed the door behind him, looking around the room before spotting you on the balcony, walking towards the glass sliding doors and leaning on them.

“Hey, What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice was different now, it made you have to bite your tongue to not respond. If you ignored him long enough you were sure he would go away.

“[y/n].” Nikolai insisted, you had to force yourself from looking at him, you could already feel the sticky wetness that was gathering in the seat of your panties, so you were desperately trying to not make it worse.

Nikolai was quiet for a bit, it almost made you forget he was there until he let out a sharp growl, a sound coming from deep in his chest. You heard him step forward, and put his hands on the back of the chair you were sitting on.

“Ебля—Answer me for fucks sake.” He leaned forward, trying to look at your face or get you to look at him, a hint of desperation in his voice. “Did Pasha tell you to ignore me?” Nikolai asked, it felt like a punch in the gut, because he was correct. You looked down more, and Nikolai only hummed, angrily almost.

“I’m right, aren't I?” He growled, almost like an animal. He then moved his hands around, one to drape over your chest, the other under your chin to make you look up at him, finally meeting his gaze. “Look at me, Speak.” He commanded, it was the last straw, the way he spoke made everything unravel, you tried to push yourself up but his arm over your chest kept you snug against the backrest of the chair. He looked down like an evil villain, but something in the way he looked at you, it was different, something about how his hands were placed, a mewl escaped your throat.

“Let go, Nikolai–” Your voice was strained from how far he tilted your head to look at him, nose scrunching to try and look annoyed, but he only hummed.

“Only if you admit that Pasha told you to ignore me.” His voice was stern as he tilted his head. Why did he have to do that, why did he have to look so good while handling you like someone he would slit the throat of.

You nodded, not admitting it verbally, but conveying that yes, it was Pasha. This wasn't enough for Nikolai. He dug a thumb into your neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to say that he's in charge. “Нет–Нет. Use your words for me.” He hissed, voice lower, almost needy, it threw your emotions in so many different directions you felt like you were spinning. “I—Yes, it was Pasha. Now let go–!” You affirmed, trying to be as stern as him, but your voice was more pathetic than you had anticipated. Nikolai smiled, and chuckled low in his throat, one of those sounds you would only hear from a slavic man. “If you want me to let go, why are you just sitting here and taking it?” He asked, his choice of words making your breath catch in your throat. You pushed forward, and he let go, it was easier than you thought. You stood up and looked at him, though it only worsened the desire that was swirling inside you. Nikolai smiled, almost devilish, as if he could read your mind and know exactly what you wanted without you even telling him. ‘No, I can't, I need to stick by what Pasha asked of me…’ You thought, though you couldn't gather enough courage to actually do it, you couldn't just yell at him to get out, it felt like your voice box was stolen and you couldnt say anything you knew you should say. “Like a startled cat.” Nikolai hummed, taking a step towards you, causing you to unconsciously push against the rail of the balcony, your legs feeling as if they were going to give out just watching him walk towards you.

“A… What?” You asked, inhaling his scent mixing with the cold air of winter, it made your stomach do a front flip. Nikolai smiled, a little larger now, his teeth barely on display but it still made your mind race. “A cat.” Nikolai repeated, tilting his head to one side momentarily before chuckling, whatever he was doing, whatever he was trying to do, it was working. “You look startled like one.” His words were sarcastic, almost, if it wasn't for the look in his eyes. “Are you..?” You paused as Nikolai moved to stand directly in front of you, looking down at you as you pushed yourself against the railing a little harder. “Am I….” You mumbled, looking up at him, his body so close to yours you could almost feel his body heat. “Startled.” The words came out simply, slowly, that heavy accent rolling around each syllable, as if beckoning you to drop to your knees and spill everything you had thought about him. You took a moment to respond, mind still racing as you tried to understand what was going on and what exactly Nikolai was planning. You looked in his eyes, as if searching for answers, but all you got were problems with yourself, more questions and thoughts that flooded your brain like a tsunami that would never end. Not only that, but the heat. That strange feeling in between your thighs that was pure desire and need. “Answer me, Китти.” The russian word came out smoothly, directed towards you, obviously. You blinked a few times, snapping out of whatever you had caught yourself in.

“Uh…” You took a breath, Nikolai tilted his head again, waiting for an answer he knew he was going to get if he pushed the right buttons. “I—Why?” You tried to divert, ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ not wanting to come out of your mouth. Nikolai chuckled a soft, quiet chuckle, his lips pressed together now in an amused smirk that made you almost fall over. “Because I would love to know how I affect you.” Nikolai grinned, pausing before letting out a low hum. He suddenly placed his hands on either side of you, grasping the rails that had been pressing so hard against your back. “You don't..." The words foreign in your mouth, because it was a white lie, and you knew it. Nikolai caught that, and looked at you for a moment, the grin on his face still evident as if he just struck gold. “Не лгите.” (Don't lie) He paused, knowing you had no idea what he just said. “I can tell I'm doing… something.” He leaned closer purposefully pushing himself against you, whether it was to keep you from moving, or was part of some strange mental game he was playing with you. “I see the way you push your thighs together. You run from me, but I can tell you want a chase. And I wanted to give into that chase. So many times.” He lowered his voice, listing off just a few observations he's made. He was right, and you hated it. You hated how he was absolutely right. You hated how he made you feel like prey being stalked by predator. “You're wrong.” You snarled, trying to sound tough but inside you were melting, stomach doing flips and your brain screaming at you. “Back off.” You added, but Nikolai didn't budge, looking at you as if he was expecting you to push him, maybe fight back, but you never did, it excited him more than you would ever realize.

“You talk all this talk, but never act. You never push, only run when you want a chase… Ад—I bet you’re just dripping because you're so excited to finally be cornered after the chase you’ve wanted oh so bad.” His words were like a sharp stab, yet somehow his eyes soothed it, somehow the head from his body pressed against you was making your entire world unravel and crumble. “I’m not. Go away, Nikolai.” Your voice wavered, and Nikolai smiled, he knew he was right and you hated that, you hated how no matter what you said, he wouldn't back off, it's almost as if he could smell every lie and knew exactly how to respond to make you even more desperate. “So if I check, you wouldn't be dripping wet? Your body wouldn't be ready for me?” The way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you and moved a hand to your hip, it almost made you faint. The cold air was harsh in your nose, but his body heat was harsher, but somehow there was also comfort in it, need, desire. “Nikolai.. Stop.” You were trying to force your brain to say no, but deep down, you knew this was a chase. You knew this was a chase you wanted him to follow. Nikolai tuts, his hand running down your hip to the hem of your shirt, then up again, bunching your shirt up just barely enough to make you shiver from the rush of cold. “You can push me away at any time, Глупый.” He soothed, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin right over your hip, making small circles that were destroying any bit of rebellion you had in you despite the fact your brain was screaming at you. He was right, you could, but you couldn't gather enough courage to do it. Maybe cause you knew he could overpower you, or maybe cause you didn't want to. You went quiet, and Nikolai tut’s, leaning down a little to get his face to your level. “Go on, You told me to stop. Push me away then, spit in my face, scream at me. Show me you don't want this.” Nikolai spoke smoothly, his Russian accent heavy and sharp with each word that came out of his mouth.

His fingers dug into your side, making it hard to even focus on his words, his other hand grasping the railing that you were now depending on to keep yourself upright. You didn't respond, you stared at him, and he smiled, like the cat that ate the canary. “Продолжать. What are you waiting for, малыш?” He insisted, but despite his words, his grip tightened. “I dont need to prove that I dont want this..” You mumbled, the white lie obvious on your tongue, because Nikolai didn't back down. His hand moved lower, and he pushed you hard against the rail, spine curving just barely over the metal. His fingers danced around the hem of your pants. “You do. I know it. Я знаю, ты молча умоляешь меня..” (I know you’re silently begging for me..) His words were soft but sharp around the edges, a strange mix of comforting and unsettling. “Nikolai—” The name was choked, your breath catching in your throat as if your body only wanted to say his name, nothing else. Nikolai shook his head, slipping a cold hand under the waistband of your panties, goosebumps raising on your skin. “Tchh—You’re just dripping, aren't you.” Nikolai purred, running a finger through your folds. You shivered, mouth dropping open for a moment as a strangled noise escaped. Your hands darted down to his wrist, whether it was to keep his hand there, or to push him away, you didn't know. “Сука…” He let out a choked groan, his cold fingers meeting the warmth of your pussy, “So desperate already, hm?” His head tilted to one side as he chuckled. You felt like your legs were going to give out, “Nikolai, please.” The words were sweet, but strange, your body screaming at you for even speaking.

“Hm? Please what, малый? What are you begging for, tell me what you want.” His voice was darker now, sharper, like a freshly sharpened knife. His fingers ghosted over your clit, forcing you to bite back a moan that you knew he would drag out of you soon enough, mouth falling open but only sharp breaths escaped. You fell silent for a moment, in complete awe of how you were basically about to start begging him for something you normally wouldn't even indulge in. He stared at you, before pulling his hand out your pants, a quiet whine leaving your lips. “Answer me and maybe I'll give you what you want. Будь хорошей девочкой для меня. Хм?” (Be a good girl for me. Hm?) You zoned out, mind racing through things to say, what to say, as if he had stolen your entire vocabulary from your head. “I—Please, I need you…” You whined, almost whimpering. Nikolai seemed pleased, maybe with your words, or maybe he was pleased with himself because he knew that he was making you like this. You tried to pull his hand back, but he yanked his hand away, forcing you to let go. “Ah-Ah. Slow down. If you want me that bad, you have to be good.” He chuckled, low in his chest, pushing himself hard against you, the metal railing digging into your spine. He moved his hands to your hips, holding you in place as he rolled his hips forward. “Ебать… Feel that?” He asked softly, his smile growing larger to show off his naturally sharp canines. You never realized how sharp his teeth were until now, how they made him look even scarier than he already was, how perfect they would feel sinking into your skin… You were already too far gone to snap out of what he had brought you into. You felt his erection pressing hard against your body, it was hard to tell exactly how big he was in this position, but you could get a general idea by how heavy he felt.

You nodded slowly, feeling Nikolai dig his fingers into your skin, drowning out the pain of the cold metal against your spine. Nikolai moved a hand up to grasp your chin, tilting your head to make full eye contact with you. “Answer me, Use your words, Малыш.” He growled, his brows furrowing. Your throat felt like it was closing up, words catching in your throat as he pushed harder against you as if trying to push your answer out of you. “Yeah—.. I do…” You mumbled, and Nikolai hummed, nodding slowly as his hand dragged up your side under your shirt, pressing up right below your breast, your shirt bunching up at his wrist, exposing your stomach to the harsh Russian cold, and his harsh Russian eyes. “You’re gonna feel it a lot more in a moment.. Красивая шлюха..” (Beautiful slut..) He breathed out quietly, shaking his head as he looked down at where his hips and the tent in his pants met your body. “Я люблю твой живот..” (I love your stomach..) The words were whispered, rolling off his tongue perfectly/ Even if you didn't know what it meant, it still made your stomach do a backflip and your thighs press together, shifting against Nikolai’s. He noticed, eyes darting from where your hips met, to your stomach, then up to meet your gaze, lips parted, his breath barely visible in the cold winter air. He pushed one hand against your stomach, sprawling out possessively as he kept you pushed against the metal railing, his other hand pulling your shit up and over your breasts, bunching it up at your collar bone, the cold air hitting you like a truck. He stared at your bra, lacey and colored in his favorite color, as if you were expecting this moment. You pushed them together in your bra, giving Nikolai a better view.

He winced, a sharp breath escaping him through his teeth as he brought his hand from your stomach to grab one of your wrists, trying to stop you from making him harder. “Сука… Stop.. You’re just teasing me now, aren't you.” He exhaled, You giggled sweetly at his words, and he smiled. “Brat..” He whispered, leaning in to kiss and bite at your neck. You moaned softly as his teeth finally sunk into your plush skin. Nikolai smiled against your neck, licking the bite mark as if to sooth it, clearly proud of himself. “Please… I need—” You choked out, words getting cut off by a sharp breath as Nikolai bit you again. “Need what. Be good for me and tell me what you need. Давай, детка.” (Come on, baby) He purred, words a strange mix of sharp and calming despite the situation you were in. You shivered slightly at the cold and his warm breath over your skin, the two sensations clashing with each other, making it harder and harder to focus. “I—” You paused, drawing in a desperate breath for air as he released your wrist to wrap his hand around your throat, feeling how cold you were, but he didn't show any signs of caring about it. “I need your cock inside of me—! Please baby, please..!” He paused, his lips hovering over your cheek as a wicked grin appeared on his face. Who was he to deny you when you were begging oh so sweetly for his cock? Nikolai's grasp tightened around your neck, you felt as if you were about to suffocate, but he allowed just enough air to enter your lungs. He then kissed you, rough, sloppy, breaking the kiss every few moments to take deep lungfuls of breath. Your hands shot up to plant over his stomach, feeling his abs flex under his shirt that he had spent years in the military building. He leaned forwards into the kiss, forcing your back to curve over the metal of the guard rail, painfully, but in some capacity, you liked it.

He broke the kiss momentarily to pull your shirt up and over your head, tossing it behind him through the open door of the balcony, watching as goosebumps raised over your skin as the cold air made contact with it. His hands moved to your hips, then dragged up your body to the sides of your ribs, then around to your back, locating the small hooks of your bra to fiddle with them, finally unhooking your bra and pulling it down your arms and off your body, tossing it in the same direction as your shirt, not caring where it landed. Your nipples hardened in the cold, and you shivered, your breath heavy and visible and you breathed through parted lips, realizing that this was real, and how far gone you were. Nikolai moved his hands over your soft skin, down your back, around your waist to your stomach, then up again to push your breasts up, thumbs tracing small circles as he chuckled to himself, maybe about how easy this was for him. “Такая идеальная грудь… Такой мягкий. Идеально подходит для моих рук.” (Such perfect breasts… So soft. Fits my hands perfectly.) He moved a hand to grasp your breast fully, his other hand still soothing your cold skin with the heat of his hand. “I’m cold…” You whined, but Nikolai hushed you, pulling his hands down back to your hips, making you pout at the loss as he pushed you harder against the railing, making it dig into your lower spine. “You’re so whiney and annoying..” Nikolai growled, looking down at his hands as he touched more of your body, tracing his fingers over the band of your shorts. He paused for a moment, before turning to push you past the door of the balcony. You stumbled back, falling against the side of the bed with a grunt. You looked up after regaining composure, legs shifting on the floor as you took in the sudden waft of hot air from the nearby air vent, though the cold air from outside was snaking its way inside, sharp over your exposed skin compared to the soft warmth of the heating system. Nikolai looked so menacing as he stood on the balcony, like a villain in a movie who was just about to be revealed, a harsh street light making him seem like a shadow that was looming over you oh so menacingly.

“Undress for me, Милый.” Nikolai commanded as he walked inside, turning to close the balcony door behind him, almost casually, as if he had done this 1000 times. And maybe he has, maybe he has gone over this scenario so many times in his head and knew exactly what he was going to do. You took a second to embrace the warmth of the house, but Nikolai was impatient, “Don't make me do it for you.” His voice was quieter now, because to be fair, Pasha’s room was directly next to the guest room that had been assigned to you. You nodded, slow, cautious, as if you were scared to disobey him, despite the soft kisses that he had left over your skin. You stood, stumbly, running your hands over your tits, down your stomach, and to the band of your pants, purposefully teasing him just so you could watch him wince and tilt his head back as he rubbed his eyes. “Сука ебаная..” (Fucking bitch..) He grumbled deep in his throat, meeting your gaze once more before lunging forward, shoving you down onto the bed like a wolf that was about to kill its prey as he pushed himself in between your legs as he hovered over you. “I told you, stop teasing.” His hand lurched up your body, then around your neck, pressing down just enough to keep you in place and make it hard to draw in air, but not enough to hurt.

You smiled up at him, soft and innocent, your entire demeanor changing now that you were getting exactly what you’ve wanted from him, and he was getting the same thing. “And what are you gonna do about it?” You asked, voice hoarse, body buzzing and brain screaming, you couldn't believe you were talking like this, acting like this, letting him do this.. This… Nikolai paused, free hand planted next to your head as if partially caging you in. He tilted his head, and smirked, eyes narrowing just barely, but you could tell you had flipped a switch inside him, what it was, you had no clue. “I’m gonna make you pay for it. You know that, right?” He asked, leaning closer, “Я преподам вам небольшой урок о том, кто здесь на самом деле главный..” (I'll give you a little lesson on who's really in charge here.) The Russian was sharper than his other words, heavier, desire swam in each syllable. You looked up at him, hands moving up to grasp his forearm, nails imprinting crescents into his tensed muscle. “Did you forget that you were begging for my cock?” He reminded you, tilting his head for a moment as he hissed at the feeling of your nails digging deeper into his arm. “And now you’re trying to act all bratty..” “Maybe I want you to fix me.” You breathed out, Hands clenching his arm, almost wanting him to press down harder. He stared, using his free hand to gently tease the hem of your pants. “Дерьмо…” He muttered a curse, glancing down at your exposed breasts, your back arching to push your breasts up, almost wanting to make them look pretty for him. He winced as you pulled your nails down his arm, pretty red lines appearing on his skin. “Please.” You begged, voice all desperate and sweet, your brain finally figuring out exactly what buttons to press.

You drew a knee up, pressing your shin in between his legs and against his erection, Nikolai instinctively bucked his hips, gently grinding against the pressure you were putting on him, head dipping as he groaned deep in his chest. He winced suddenly, moving his free hand to shove your leg away, clenching his teeth as he let out a sharp breath, more pressure being put on your neck. “Ты такая отчаянная маленькая шлюха…” (You are such a desperate slut…) He groaned in Russian, your hands grasping his arm as if you were about to fall off a cliff. “If you tease me again I won't even consider giving you what you want from me..” Nikolai warned, eyes darting up to glare at you, sharp and serious. You swallowed hard, stomach feeling as if it was doing a million backflips in your stomach. You nodded quickly, and Nikolai hummed, pleased with the obedience that you were so eager to show him. Nikolai gently ran his fingers along the hem of your pants, hooking his fingers under the band and tugging down, leaving you in only some lacey panties that matched the bra that he had thrown somewhere in the room. Nikolai groaned, dropping the pants somewhere behind him, not caring where it landed as he opened your legs, shoving his thighs under yours so your hips were flush with each other.

He rolled his hips again, purposefully pushing his erection against you through his own pants, one hand sprawled across your stomach, the other still grasping your throat. “Dont move.” He hissed, slowly releasing your throat. He pulled his hips back, slipping a hand in between your bodies, gently teasing your clit through your panties. You almost moved your hand to grab his, but he tutted, like an owner letting his pet know something it's doing is not right, that he's not pleased. You paused, hands hovering for a moment before one hand moved to find purchase on the mattress, the other moving up your own body, maybe to please yourself, or maybe to please him. Either way, he smiled, fingers moving over the damp spot on your panties. You let out a soft whimper, mind on autopilot as you went through every scenario, finally coming to terms with the fact that you were doing this with him. You were so locked in your own thoughts that you didn't even notice that Nikolai had pulled your panties to the side until he pushed his fingers against your exposed folds, thumb rubbing tight, sweet circles over the sensitive nub that made you twitch in all the right ways. “How come you can tease but I can't..?” You mumbled, your eyes darted for a moment, but instinctively went to Nikolai, who was now leaning over the edge of the bed to kiss your chest, fingers still working your clit without pushing inside. “Tchh—Because you're not in charge here.” He chuckled, shaking his head slowly, “Тебе так повезло, что я так сильно хочу тебя трахнуть. Иначе я бы оставил тебя здесь..” (You're so lucky I want to fuck you so badly. Otherwise I would have left you here.) He hummed out, purposefully speaking Russian either to keep teasing you or just cause he didn't want you to know what he was saying, probably both.

He slowly pushed two fingers in, making you gasp and force a hand over your mouth. He looked proud of himself, too proud. He let out a low growl in his chest, pleased. “Я заставлю тебя визжать, как сучка в течке..” (I'm gonna make you squeal like a bitch in heat..) At this point you didn't even care what he was saying, your eyes rolling back as his fingers curled to tease that sensitive spot inside you. You let out a quiet mewl as he started to pump his fingers in and out, curling each time to hit that perfect little spot that made you whine. He sped his fingers up each time you let out a little sound that he liked, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened, you felt how tight your own walls were squeezing around his fingers, almost sucking them in deeper. Nikolai groaned to himself quietly, moving his free hand from over your mouth and down over your chest to push down hard, keeping you from moving as he watched you squirm and whine. “Does that feel good, Моя прекрасная дорогой?..” (My beautiful sweetheart?..) Nikolai cooed, making sure he put as much pressure on that sweet spot as he possibly could. You let out a louder whine like a sad puppy, using both hands to cover your mouth now. You nodded, eyes squeezing shut momentarily.

Nikolai tut’s and stopped putting as much pressure, stopped moving his fingers as fast, not pleased. “Ah–Ah. Use your words, Маленькая шлюха. Do you like how my fingers feel in your little cunt?” Nikolai asked, tilting his head, putting more pressure on your chest, almost pushing out the air that you were holding in your lungs to keep yourself quiet. You winced, lips parting as you tried to take a deep breath, hands pulling from your mouth. “Yes—Yes—Keep going, please…” You begged, and Nikolai smiled, nodding as he returned to his original pace, feeling your walls clench around his fingers, wet sounds filling the room that you feared would reach Pasha’s ears in the next. “Ты такая хорошая, помолчи для меня, детка.” (You are so good, be quiet for me, baby.) Nikolai’s voice lowered, his knuckles meeting your skin as he pushed his fingers as far inside of you as he could. “Don’t let Pasha hear you. I want to be the only one to know how desperate you are to be fucked.” His words almost sent you over the edge, back arching up into a pretty bend that gave him the most perfect view of your tits. Your walls fluttered desperately around his fingers, and your eyes rolled back into your head. You felt as if you were in heaven, especially when he added another finger, the stretch making you let out a muffled yelp as you pushed your hands over your mouth. “Are you gonna cum, Детка?” The words rolled off his tongue like butter, pushing you closer to something that made your vision blur. You whined and nodded again, but Nikolai paused, moving his free hand back up to your face to yank your hands off your mouth. “I want to hear you say it, малышка. Say that you’re gonna cum.” He sped his fingers up, purposefully holding your hands back from moving back over your mouth so he could hear the sweet whines and whimpers that you were so desperate to hold back.

“I’m g’nna cum–” You repeated for him, voice quiet and strained as you tried to stay as silent as you could. “And who’s gonna make you do that, hm?” Nikolai asked, continuously tugging your hands away from your face each time you tried to cover your mouth, the coil in your stomach tightening the longer this went on, and your walls clenching tighter and tighter. “Y—You..” The words were choked, breath catching with a held back moan of his name. Nikolai nodded, pleased as he moved his fingers a little faster, enough to push you just to the right spot on the edge. “That’s right, I am. Ну же, детка, кончи на мои пальцы.” (Come on, Baby, Cum on my fingers.) His words were even lower, growled, voice wavering with desperation for only a second. You didn't understand what he said, but you didn't care. Your back arched forward, legs sprawling out for a moment as you tried to pull your hands to your mouth, Nikolai holding your hands down as hard as he could as he watched you let go. Your walls clenched his fingers desperately, mouth dropping open as a flood of strained moans that you tried to silence exited your mouth. Nikolai chuckled, keeping the pace of his fingers as he watched you hit your peak, and then slowly come down, his fingers slowing the more he watched you calm yourself from the high you had just gone through.

“Atta’girl.” He praised, letting go of your hands finally. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, the sudden emptiness making you whine quietly. Nikolai adjusted his stance, wiping off his fingers on your stomach, making you grimace as he dragged the sticky wet-ness along your skin. He stood up fully, thighs pressing against the edge of the bed as he made you sit up to straddle him. “Are you ready for more, Малыш?” He asked, tilting his head as he looked down at you. You slowly looked up, swallowing hard as you nodded. “Ah—Remember, use your words. If I have to remind you again I'm going to leave you here half naked and desperate for my cock.” He hissed, and you nodded again, understanding his words as your lips parted to speak, breath catching in your throat before you forced the words out. “Yes.” “Yes what?” His head tilted a little more to get a better look at your face as you looked down at the floor. “Yes… Sir?” He suggested, roughly tilting your head up to look at him. “Yes sir.” You mumbled, legs already shifting again. He nodded, pleased with the words. He grabbed your wrist and led it to the hem of his shirt, motioning for you to take it off of him. You did so, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it next to you on the bed, hand grasping it as you looked at his chest up close. Your face was practically inches from his chest due to the position he had you in, sitting on the edge of the bed with his own body pushed against it.

His abs tensed for a moment, light, thin scars lining his body, with a few larger ones on the sides of his waist, as if he caught himself in between two knives. Your fingers traced the scars, obviously curious. His hand went up to grab your wrist as soon as your finger made contact with his scar, his grip painful. “Останавливаться.” (Stop.) The word was aggressive, almost angry, his gaze even sharper than the pain that you felt around your wrist from his grip. “Sorry.” You whispered, quiet and nervous as if he were about to kill you. “Thats right, You should be” He growled, shoving your hand away and moving to unbutton his jeans. He pushed them down, stepping out of them as he tossed it next to the shirt that was still grasped in your hand. His boxers were all grey, a massive tent clearly obvious with a small wet spot over where his tip was resting. You moved your hand to cup him, rubbing the bulge up and down. His head tilted back, letting you play with him through his pants for a moment, a low guttural groan leaving his throat. You could get a general estimate of how big he was, just from feeling him. He was heavy and thick, bigger than any man you have been with. Maybe you just got lucky, maybe it was just because he’s Russian, but either way, it was going to hurt at first. You teased his tip through his boxers, and he winced, his cock twitching, more pre-cum leaking from his tip, dampening the wet spot even more. “Сука…” He whined, head tilting forwards again as he watched how your hands dwarfed the tent in his boxers.

Nikolai shoved his hand in his boxers, pulling his length up to trap the tip under the waistband, letting you look at it for a moment. It was a pretty pink, matching the shade of his lips, leaking precum so much you thought he was going to cum just from you teasing him. “Ебать… Keep touching me..” He whispered, a mix of desperation and anger in his voice. You did exactly what he asked, running your finger around the rim of his tip, watching how he twitched and leaked. Finally, he had enough of the teasing, shoving you onto your back. You pushed yourself farther onto the bed, watching as he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his length. It hung low and heavy, hard as a rock and leaking just as much as you were. Instinctively you spread your legs, watching as he crawled onto the bed like a predator, and pulled your hips flush against his, trapping his cock in between his stomach and your pussy. You both moaned, his moan quieter than yours, knowing that Pasha was a room away. “Quiet, Моя любовь, Quiet.” He commanded under his breath, watching as your legs wrapped around his hips. You raised your hips, rubbing your desperate wetness up and down his shaft. He let out a whine, one you've never heard come out of him, desperate and less aggressive than the other sounds he's made. He cleared his throat, shaking his head as he brought himself back to what he was doing. He grabbed his length, and pushed your hips farther from his, making room for himself to align his tip at your entrance. He rubbed himself up and down, catching your clit as he slicked himself up more than you had already slicked him up. You rolled your hips against his tip, trying desperately to get him to push himself in. “Stop teasing—! I’ve waited long enough.” You pleaded, making Nikolai chuckle and shake his head.

“Oh? And do you think you haven't been waiting just as long as you? I’m going to take as much time as I want.” He paused, smiling to himself as he pushed his tip up against that sensitive nub that made you let out a soft whimper, “Unless you beg for me.” Your heart pounded, legs wrapping even tighter around his hips, as if trying to force him inside of you. You whined, and covered your mouth for a second before nodding. “Please—Nikolai—Please..?” You cooed, as if asking him for a cookie. He smiled, leaning down more, a wicked grin growing on his face. “Please.. What?” He asked, making you groan in desperation and a hint of annoyance. “Please fuck me, Nikolai—! Please—!” You whined, a little louder than you knew you should have but you were too desperate to even care if Pasha heard. Nikolai’s smile stayed, but softened, his gaze being the next thing to gain sharpness. “Ты очень хорошая девочка…” (You are a very good girl.) He hummed, pushing in an inch, moving agonizingly slow. “How much do you want me to push in, Моя маленькая шлюха?” He asked, almost teasingly, knowing how desperate you were. “All the way, Baby—Please…!” You continued to beg, knowing how pathetic you sounded, how pathetic he thought you were, but you didn't care.

Finally Nikolai pushed in all the way, his hips catching yours in the race you were so desperate for him to take part in. You let out a loud moan at the stretch, Nikolai instinctively putting his hand over your mouth, shushing you. “Tchhh—...” He paused, not moving his hips whatsoever as he listened, letting out small breaths each time your pussy desperately throbbed around his massive cock. “If you’re loud one more time i’ll knock you out and finish what we started here.” He threatened, low and gruff, glaring at you as if you made the worst mistake of the world, but despite how he spoke, you couldn't help the gentle whimper that escaped you as he twitched inside of you. You nodded, unable to speak due to the pressure he was putting on your mouth. He breathed out through his teeth at the response, that was good enough for him right now. He rolled his hips slowly, one hand on your mouth, the other moving to trace the spot he estimated his tip to be inside of you, the small bulge on your stomach from his sheer size helping him estimate the exact spot. Your hands shot up to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Feel me?” He whispered, voice all hushed and strained as if he was holding back from making any other noises, especially when he felt your nails. You nodded again, eyes rolling back, he felt like he was in your throat, so big that your head was about to start spinning. He started to thrust, nearly pulling all the way out before bottoming out again, your hips meeting his each time.

You moaned under his hand, he let out a sharp wince as you did so, desperate to hear more of you but too untrusting of you to keep quiet for him. And to be fair, you couldn't even blame him. He finally started up a pace, speeding up to a desperate amount. He whimpered, head dipping as he pushed down on both your stomach, and your mouth, feeling how deep his cock was hitting, and how it made your stomach make a pretty little bulge. He was big, maybe too big, as if he was going to split you in half. Your legs trembled, tightening around his hips so tightly you thought it was going to make it hard for him to move, but no, his speed never wavered, in fact he only sped up, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room so loudly that you almost thought Pasha would hear. Each desperate moan that escaped you was instantly muffled by Nikolai’s hand, just barely audible enough to keep him going, his breath ragged and sharp, little moans escaping his mouth that were mixed with deep Russian groans that reminded you he was the one who was in charge, hands grasping his shoulders as if it were the only thing keeping you from falling over a cliff edge. “Клянусь Богом, если бы Паша мог это сейчас услышать. Я бы очень хотел, чтобы он услышал, как сбылись его предостережения обо мне…” (I swear to god if Pasha could hear this right now. I'd really like him to hear how his warnings about me came true.) The Russian words were quick, if only you could understand Russian. But you didnt care what he was saying, not when he was hammering into you like a fucking animal in mating season.

He groaned with each thrust, mainly because of how tight you were squeezing him, milking him so perfectly it almost made him forget what he was doing. “Блядь, какого хрена… Почему ты такой тугой…” (Fuck, What the fuck… Why are you so tight…) he growled, low in his chest, fucking you like he had a point to prove, and he did. What that point was, you weren't sure. A strangled noise left your throat from under his hand as he leaned down to bite your neck, hard. His free hand moves to rub your clit, making tight little circles that make it almost impossible to be silent even while his hand was over your mouth, your free hand moving from his shoulder to his wrist, nails digging sweet little crescents into him. “Keep squeezing me, Дорогой.” He muttered gruffly, voice all breathless and gravelly from how much effort he was putting in, and you could definitely FEEL that effort, Each thrust driving his cock straight into that sensitive little spot inside you that made you squeeze him hard each time it was hit, it wasn't even purposeful anymore. Your eyes rolled back, head feeling as if it was spinning, vision getting blurry, brain working overtime to keep you from letting out louder and louder moans each time. A strangled mix of his name and a groan escaped you from under his hand, catching his attention. He moved his hand from your mouth for a moment, his lips kissing and sucking at your neck so gently it felt like he was trying to trick you into a false sense of security. One hand still on his shoulder, the other grasping his wrist even when he moved it. “Say it again, Say my name again, I want to hear it without my hand muffling your sweet voice. Сделай это, детка.” (Do it, Baby) He whined against your skin, one hand still rubbing your clit, the other moving to the side of your neck, pulling your neck closer to his mouth so he could bite again, moving his markings farther up to your jaw, ensuring you would have to use extra makeup tomorrow to cover up what he did.

You whimpered, holding your breath to try and keep quiet, but it came spilling out as he spoke to you, strained moans mixed with desperate gasps of his name rolled off your tongue, and he only went harder. “Такая хорошая девочка, черт возьми…” (Such a good girl, Holy shit.) You gasped again, trying to hold in the even louder moans to wanted to let out, but it was stopped when he kissed you, deep and sloppy, almost desperate. All your noises flooded into his mouth, and he met them with his own, his hand steadying your head by holding your jaw. You felt yourself tighten around him, felt him tremble slightly, the pace wavering. The coil in your stomach tightened and that overwhelming feeling rushed into your stomach. “You gonna cum, Моя маленькая шлюшка?” He purred into your mouth, voice shaking for a split second as he trembled again. You nodded, still actively trying to hold back any moans, but at this point, Nikolai didn't care, you didn't either. “Хорошая девочка. Cum.” He growled, pushing his mouth against yours as he finished his sentence, his tongue pushing into your mouth as if trying to swallow the moans that suddenly escaped you. It was a strange feeling, like he had just commanded your body and it listened. You clenched and fluttered around him, back arching up to push your bare chest against his, nails digging into his skin so hard you thought you would make him bleed. He gasped and moaned against your lips, swallowing your moans and tasting your mouth like a starving man who hasn't eaten for days.

The overwhelming feeling of your orgasm flooded your senses, your mouths doing nothing to drown out the moans, especially not when you could feel every twitch of his cock. Finally you both came down from your high, Nikolai’s thrusts slowing and softening, your grasp on his shoulder and wrist loosening. He pulled his mouth from yours, a sticky string of saliva connecting your tongues for a moment before breaking. You both gasped and breathed heavily, your body trembling underneath him as you continued to whisper his name, eyes shutting tiredly. “Да. Всё верно. Назови имя человека, который только что сделал тебя своей собственностью..” (Yes. That's right. Name the person who just made you his property.) He whispered, slowly kissing you again, softly, moving his kisses over your cheek, down your jawline, and over your neck, as if soothing all that he had just done. You took a moment to gather yourself as he leaned over you, basically collapsing, his cock already softening inside of you. That's when you feel it, like a cold bucket of ice being poured over your head, the warm tingle in your stomach contrasting with it.

“Nik—...” You asked shakily as he took a deep breath against your neck, humming at your voice. “Did you—I thought—You didn't pull out…” You mumbled, voice wavering from the overwhelming flood of sensations you had just felt. He paused, sitting up and slowly sliding out of you with a wet pop, watching as the mix of your fluids and his own dripped out of you. He hummed, nodding with the most smug grin on his face. “I see that. But.. You look prettier with my cum inside of you instead.”

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Now you're dreading going on vacation again, even if it was one of the most beautiful spots you've ever been. Why? Simple; Your dads military friend was tagging along, his name was Nikolai. You had always thought Nikolai was an ok guy, just a few years younger than your dad but best friends with him, always hanging out, talking about guns, cooking in the backyard, drinking beers together, going hunting.. The list goes on really. He was nice at first, well, nice enough.. His English was broken all to hell but understood what he could of the language, he was ok at listening, and he liked to look at you, well.. Maybe ‘liked’ is an understatement, he loved to look at you, maybe a little too much, always with a neutral expression and sharp eyes, sometimes it bordered on creepy, but you told yourself it was nothing, always trying to see the best in someone. Until now. The summer sun was bright, batting down on your skin. This was the perfect vacation, you had a bright, arid beach to lay on to sunbathe and tan, you felt good, if a bit sandy. Your mom was reading a book under a large beach umbrella, her face tucked beneath a sun hat, your cousins and siblings laughing as they played and splashed each other in the ocean, and your dad chatting with Nikolai and your uncle. It was perfect, that was until you noticed the sunshine had been blocked by a cold shadow. You groaned, opening your eyes, assuming it was your mom or dad, but that assumption was crushed as you noticed it was actually Nikolai, looking down at you with his eyes squinted. “Эй, when was the last time you put on sunblock?” He asked with his heavy Russian accent, tilting his head slightly as you sat up, raising your sunglasses up onto your head. “Did you interrupt me just to ask that?” You retorted, staring up at him with a confused expression as he huffed to himself. “When did you last put sunblock on.” He repeated slowly, speaking as if you were a child, making you narrow your eyes at him. “I didn't know you were my new mom.” You mumbled quietly, rolling your eyes at him before shrugging. “I don't know. I put some on like, two hours ago.” Nikolai tut’s, shaking his head at your response. “Нет. You need to reapply every hour, especially if you are going to be in the sun like this.” He huffed as he crouched down, grabbing your sunscreen bottle. “Идите сюда, I’ll help.”

You turn your head towards him quickly, a bizarre expression on your face as you try to comprehend what the hell this man was talking about. “What? I’m a grown woman I don't need your help reapplying sunscreen as if I'm a toddler—” “—Тихий. You do. You always miss a spot. Remember last year when you complained for hours cause you missed that spot on your side?” He tilted his head, moving his hand out to tickle that soft bit of skin on your side. You yip, and smack his hand away with the back of your own, he chuckles. “Nikolai!” Your yelp grabs the attention of your parents, your mother looking over with a confused but amused look. “Honey, just let him help, He isn't going to bite you!” Your dad calls out, laughing heartily afterwards as your mom continues to read her book. You grumble, scrunching your nose as you do a fake gag sound. “Ew…” you mumble under your breath. “If I let you help, would you finally leave me alone and go back to talking to my dad?” Nikolai nodded, and put a hand to his heart “Да, да. Promise.” He looked like the cat that ate the canary, he hid it well, but nothing could hide how he looked at you as he moved to kneel behind you. The click of the cap and sound of his soft russian humming makes you feel a little tense, and the cold sunscreen on your back doesn't help, making you shudder and yelp, shifting away from his touch. Nikolai instantly let out a growl, using his free hand to grab your hip. “Hold still, Женщина!” “—Its cold!—” “Stop moving from me, Блять!” He groaned with frustration before pulling you back towards him roughly, your back hitting his chest, all toned and hard-edged. He grumbles, the vibration spreading from his chest to your back. He's warm too, something in your stomach flips, you feel strange but it also feels good, something you don't want to feel, especially not with your dads best friend of all people. There's a strong urge to pull away, especially when something pokes your back, your breath instantly hitches and you freeze up as you clench your towel underneath you. No.. no no.. Theres no fucking way. No way, this isn't real— “On um.. On second thought—” You scramble, pulling yourself away before he even managed to rub the sunscreen in completely, quickly moving to stand up. Nikolai looks up at you, his hands hovering mid air as masked confusion, but the glint in his eye was boring daggers into your skin. “I— I think I'm done, I’m gonna head back in— Getting too hot out here for my taste— Just.. Feeling a bit um.. Woozy! Too much sun.. ahah..”

You gather your things like a headless chicken, rushing towards the path that leads down to the beach, the sand hot under your feet, causing you to fumble with your things. You lost a sandal here, drop your waterbottle there.. But you keep walking, ignoring it all, too focussed on getting back inside and as far away from Nikolai as you could possibly get, you could still feel his sharp gaze on you as you fled. The AC of the hotel was blasting, cranked well below 70, making you shiver slightly, goosebumps rising on your arms as you rushed into the room and dropped your things by the front door, or at least what you had left. The hotel room was small, your family booking out two rooms, not counting the ones your cousins had. One room was decked out with a kitchen, queen sized mattress, and full bathroom, only for your parents, and the next was a two-bed room with a mini fridge, small sink, and a bathroom to match, just for you and Nikolai. The thought process was that Nikolai could save money and just share a room, but that thought process didn't help your own. You swallowed any thought of Nikolai, deciding to just shower both the thoughts and sand away. It calms you more than you expected it to, aside from the lingering sensation of when Nikolai grabbed your hip. Fucking Nikolai.. You thought, poking your hip. Idiot.. You soon got out of the shower, staring at yourself in the mirror as you dried off. As you glanced at the room, you noticed you didn't close the door all the way. The hair on your arms stands up as a shadow of a figure darts across the room. Nikolai was the only one with a second key. “Nik?” You asked, wrapping the towel around your torso, unconsciously crossing your fingers “Is that you?” You heard the muffled sound of fumbling, then a stumble, then a crash, followed by a pained groan. You rushed out the bathroom, holding the towel tightly as you looked down, there lay Nikolai, having brought back the items you dropped when you ran off, holding his knee to his chest as he clenched his teeth and growled Russian curses through his teeth. “What the hell!” you shout, keeping one hand tightly around the knot in your towel as you knelt down. “Fuck did you do?” Nikolai grunts, waving you off as he let out another curse “Блядь— Ничего— I’m fine, I jus—” he opens his eyes and instantly pauses, looking up at you like a deer in headlights the moment he realized what you were wearing, or lack there of, and the implications it has. His mouth is frozen, watching the water drip from your hair and run down your neck. He stares like a wolf that just found dinner as his gaze dips towards your breasts, pushed together in the towel.

A noise escapes him, strained as he tried to clear his throat. “Черт возьми—” (Fucking hell—) You were more confused than ever, not understanding the Russian he spoke, raising an eyebrow before looking down to see what he was looking at, instantly realizing and shoving away from him, shoving him, gasping. “Nikolai! What the fuck!” You shout at him as he lets out a straggled groan, scrunching his nose as you basically yelled in his ear, before picking yourself up off the floor, where he does the same, wincing when it pinches whatever he'd messed up in his knee, doubling over momentarily. But you could care less about that, you care more about the fact that Nikolai, your dads best friend, was staring at your boobs. “Nikolai! You fucking— Get out! Pervert! Get out!” Nikolai didn't need to be told twice, especially not when he notices you raising your shoe that he had brought back, getting ready to throw it at him. He instantly scrambled out the door, tripping over himself before slamming the door hard enough to shake the windows. You move back to sit on the edge of the bed, grumbling lowly to yourself, rubbing your face, your brain in a constant looping of “Oh my god, what the fuck. Oh my god, what the fuck. Oh my god, what the fuck.” but it didnt get any better when you shift and feel something slick and sticky clinging to your inner thighs. “No youre fucking kidding me.. No fucking way.” you breathe out quietly, standing up before softly swiping your fingers over your folds, sure enough they come back dripping. You angrily wipe them off on the towel, moving back to the bathroom to take another shower, this time remembering to lock the door. You caught yourself in the shower looking back onto what had happened, remembering how Nikolai looked at you on the beach and in the room, how his gaze was sharp and hungry, how his eyes were the perfect shade of brown, how his iris’s were dark and sensual, how he might look at you while pound— NO! No no no… You shoved your face under the water as if you were trying to wash away those thoughts, trying to think about anything other than Nikolai. It worked, but only for a few moments.

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Round came dinner, which went about as well as you had expected, your family gathered on the little deck outside by the water as the sun set low, your dad grilling with your uncle, your mom made mac’n’cheese, music was playing, your cousins and siblings chased each other and fought over who would be first to get a plate of food. You managed to just narrowly avoid Nikolai, who apparently went to the store to grab more ice for the coolers with one of your older cousins. You shove your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, settling into your chair. Your mom raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay honey?” Her question catches you off guard, making you tense before looking up at her “Oh yeah, im okay ma’. Just tired, that's all. No worries.” you pull a forced smile, it was too big, too sharp, she doesn't seem to buy it, but doesn't push harder, instead smiles back as she walks away, leaving you to simmer in the pool of thoughts that seemed to swirl in your brain endlessly. You don't realize just how deep down the rabbit hole you'd gotten until someone shoves a plate of food in your face. It's Nikolai.

Your body tenses, ready to bolt, but Nikolai holds a hand up, smiling softly at you, but his eyes remain sharp. You slowly settle back into your chair, swallowing harshly as you look at the plate, all your favorite food on it as he placed it down and took the seat next to you, sliding the plate in front of you. “Thanks…” is all you can manage to mumble out, picking up the fork and taking a bite. Nikolai hums, looking as if he wanted to say something, fiddling with a dog tag as he flips it with his fingers, you can't help but notice them and how good his hands look. Stop it.. You tell yourself, swallowing another bite of food while also trying to swallow the thoughts. Ohh but his hands are nice, long digits, perfectly tan skin with small scars peppering his hands and arms, veins naturally visible along the tops of his hands and snaking up into his arms, if he trimmed his nails they looked as if they could fill you just— You gasp, kicking your feet forward and pushing your chair back just enough to make him jump and glance over at you, his eyes wide, confusion painted over his face. His scarred, attractive face… You instantly shake your head as if trying to shake away these thoughts. “Эй.” Nikolai muttered, moving his hand to rest it on your knee, your first reaction was to jerk it away, no pun intended. Nikolai looks hurt and confused, but his hand doesn't move, it stays resting on your leg, his fingers curling tighter, thumb moving slow swipes over your pants. “Эй, Эй. Relax, дорогая. It's fine. I'm just—...” He pauses, clearing his throat as he leaned in closer, his voice lowering. “I want to say sorry for earlier, in the room?.. I wasnt— I didnt—.... That wasn't appropriate of me. I shouldn't have looked there—.... I'm sorry.” He spoke, taking brief pauses to find the right English words, his voice soft but his eyes still as sharp as always. Your skin burns under his palm, the good kind. Fire licking up your skin, your brain on cloud nine as he said ‘дорогая’, whatever that meant had your breath hitching. “Hm” is all you can manage to get out, your eyes looking anywhere but Nikolai and his hand. He sounds sincere, like he's truly sorry, but the way he rubs his thumb against your skin… the way he looks at you… “Ah.. It’s— It's fine Nikolai dont worry about it.. It's fine—It was just an accident.” the words are rushed and stuttered, outwardly you were talking to him, but really you were also talking to yourself, trying to convince yourself it was fine. You move to try and push his hand off your leg, the twist in your stomach returning that you tried to brush off as disgust, but you knew it wasn't, it was something much different that was only confirmed when you felt the seat of your panties slicking up, sticking to your skin even though you had showered and wiped away any remnant of arousal. It has your cheeks burning up and face growing red as you finally make brief eye contact with Nikolai. His eyes have you frozen in your seat, your hand still clutching his, mid push. They are dark now, darker than usual, darker than they usually are when looking at you, something swims in them. It's different from the focussed gaze he usually has, different from the sharpness that always bores daggers into you, different from the panic that fills his iris when he was caught staring at your tits. This Nikolai.. was hungry.. Animalistically hungry…

A sharp straggled noise leaves your throat as you finally shove his hand away and push up and out of your chair, rushing off with your plate. Your plate is dumped in the trash, heart feeling like it's about to burst out your chest, breath heavy and ragged, legs shaking from how quickly you had got up and rushed away. Deep breaths fill your lungs as you try to calm down, you'd heard your name being called, but couldn't find it in you to turn back around as you rushed off, desperately needing distance from you and Nikolai. As much distance as humanly possible before it was time to go to sleep. The sticky, wet feeling in your panties only got worse, making you groan and shove your face into your hands. There was no way you were leaking over Nikolai Kozlov, your dad’s BEST friend. Sure it's not like he was a relative, but he was still friends with your dad, always hung out WITH YOUR DAD, it felt so foreign to have any feelings for him whatsoever, it's the principle of it all.. You press your back against the door of the hotel room, your thighs squeezing and shifting together, searching for friction, making you whine and shake your head. No. This wasn't anything for Nikolai, you were just in a bit of a dry spell, right? Yeah, a dry spell, that's all.. A.. two year.. Dry spell… but still! You just hadn't gotten anything lately, it's fine, your body was just reacting to physical touch.. Thats it… just a dry spell.. And yeah maybe if Nikolai wasnt your dads best friend maybe you would find him attractive— but that's besides the point! You bit your lip hard, trying to will away any thoughts of Nikolai, forcing yourself to think about anything else, there was no way you were going to spend the night thinking about him like that, absolutely fucking not.

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When night finally comes, you’re in bed, back facing the door, curled up under the hotel blankets, they’re scratchy and heavy on your skin, somehow too hot AND too cold, parts of the sheets catching on your feet, unable to find comfort. Your pillow was hot and somehow itchy on your neck, the light in the window was shining right into your eyes and you couldn't block it. And to top it all off, the t-shirt you packed to sleep in was twisting uncomfortably each time you turned over. Stuffing your face into the pillow you let out a bellowed, angered groan. “Ты в порядке?” (Are you ok?) The voice had you quickly push yourself up and turn your head over towards the door, eyes wide as you stare at Nikolai, you didn't understand what he had said to you. You could just barely make out his face, you squinted, his cheeks were flushed and he swayed slightly in the doorway. Perfect. Not only was he perverted, but now he was drunk AND perverted. “I—” You start, but pause as you watch him close the door behind him and stumble into the room, falling face first onto his bed with a muffled, hmmph. You frown slightly, taking a moment to think before crawling out of bed to check on him. His back rises and falls with each heavy breath, they were slow, you would think at first glance that he had fallen asleep, if it wasn't for the fact he let out a low, straggled Russian curse into the sheets. “Jesus.. Nikolai, are you drunk?” Instead of an answer, Nikolai lets out a groan and shakes his head. “At least go brush your teeth, you reek of…” you pause, not wanting to sniff the air to see what he had been drinking, but Nikolai answered for you. “Водка..” (Vodka..) You recognized the muffled Russian word that exited his mouth, and shook your head, stepping to crawl back onto your bed, but you felt Nikolai reach to grab your wrist, hanging limp by your side. “Не— Не уходи..” (Dont— Dont go..) he hicked, hand warm when it’s curled around your wrist, his grip tight as his thumb brushed against the heel of your palm, as if he hadn't freaked you out twice today..

When he picks his head up fully, his eyes are glazed over, heavy and sharp, loose strands of his long brown hair falling over his face, his mouth the prettiest shade of red, and his adams apple bobbing as he swallows. “I’m.. Блядь— I’m not drunk.. Just—Tipsy.. I only had 2 or 3 drinks.. Вот и все..” Well… “Пожалуйста.. I just—want to apologize..” “Nikolai I told you it’s fine—” “Нет!” He growled low in Russian, his sudden voice shift making you flinch slightly, trying to push himself up into a sitting position, barely managing it all while holding onto your wrist. “Нет— I’m sorry. Accept my apology.” Standing this close to him, it's the first time you notice the light scars sprinkled over his face, one larger one on his jaw, and small ones peppered over his cheeks, spreading to his nose and lip. Being in the sun for a few days has certainly lightened them. You open your mouth to speak but get distracted from the sharp but desperate puppy-dog stare he's giving you. “Nikolai, it's fine, I forgive you.” You rushed out, trying to pull away to keep yourself from getting sucked into those deep brown eyes. Had his eyes always been that pretty..? You clear your throat, tearing your gaze away from Nikolai’s. Nope. It's just a dry spell, remember? Just a dry spell.. your body is desperate, and you aren't that insane, you tell yourself… Nikolai just looks at you as if he had either unlocked every secret of the universe or was still trying to figure out what you had just said and was mentally translating it to Russian. His mouth half open, his eyes looking at you as if he could eat you with his gaze. Your stomach curls again. “Promise…?” His lips move around the word like a wave over sand, his voice deep and guttural, you ignore the way your skin tingles from just a simple word. “Uh.. Yeah, Sure, promise.. Now— go brush your teeth, and maybe wash your face, you’ll regret it in the morning if you don't, you smell like Vodka..” You spoke tightly, as if your throat was closing in on itself, trying your best to pull his hand from yours, though you can't deny that you like how it feels—does this dry spell mean nothing to you? Nikolai smiled, all tipsy and not-so-sober as he narrowed his eyes and pushed himself up properly. “Хорошо..” He hummed as he finally slipped off the bed and stumbled himself over to the bathroom. and, yeah. A dry spell means nothing to you.

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A soft grumble escapes your mouth as you settle back into your bed, trying to relax. Light floods the room from the crack in the bathroom door, and the sound of running water stops you from resting fully. Nikolai brushes his teeth diligently, seemingly unaware that you were suffering internally. You shift your thighs against the sheets, they are still just as scratchy, wet slick sticks to your sleep shorts and your face is burning. Everything feels 5 times worse than it had before Nikolai had come in. The lights in the bathroom finally shut off and in the darkness you're even more aware of his presence than before, you hear Nikolai stumble himself out, feet heavy against the carpeted floor as he lets out a single low hum, before you hear the rustling of bed sheets. Wait. Wait.. You inhale sharply as you feel a rough hand moving around your waist and a strong arm tugging you close, a gasp escaping your lips as you shift. “Nikolai—!” you whisper-shout for what feels like the millionth time today. “Nik—.. This isn't your bed..” Nikolai hums, pushing his head into the back of your neck, slowly inhaling the scent of your perfume and body wash. His arm only tightens around you, hand splaying out over the material of your t-shirt. “Ага.. I know..” he mumbled under his breath, his breath is warm where it hits your skin, and the tingling between your thighs only worsens when he pushes himself fully against you. You can suddenly feel everything. You're acutely aware of everything your body is sensing—You feel the breadth of his chest and the toned muscle he had built up over years of being in the military, the strength of his thighs as they push up against the backs of your own, his strong arm unconsciously flexing around your waist, you heard his heavy breathing as he used his thumb to caress where he was grabbing. You let out a strained whimper as you feel him, half hard in his boxers, pressing up right against the seam of your sleep shorts. He only gets harder at the sound. Your first instinct is to squirm away, but you don't, you don't have the courage to, nor do you want to deep down. “Then— Then what are you doing–?..” he doesn't respond immediately, his thumb rubbing small, soothing circles as if lulling you into a false sense of security. “Nik— Just go back to your bed.. Please..” your voice shuddered, as if your body knew you didn't really want him to go back to his bed, and he caught that. Nikolai lets out a low, breathy, almost mean chuckle, the vibrations spreading through your back. It has you tense in his hold, almost curling into yourself. “Перестань двигаться.. Don't run from me, Малыш..” he soothed, his voice a strange mix of calming and scary as he picked his words, his arms locked around you as he tugged you back against him roughly, making you whine softly. “Ебать—.. Малыш do you think I didn't see how you looked at me at dinner..? Do you think I didn't notice how you reacted to my hand on your leg?” his voice was less soft now, shifting to a low, gruff growl. “You want this as much as I do. Я знаю.” “No– I dont–..” Your voice wavers as you try to squirm, attempting to roll over despite being pinned between his chest and his arms, your brain screaming at you as you try to deny him. “I dont— That would be so fucking weird–” Nikolai cuts you off with a tut and kiss to his teeth, shaking his head against you as he lets out a sharp exhale. “Заткнись, блядь.. Don't give me that bullshit, любовь.” His voice is strong and gravelly, but somehow soft around the edges. “We aren't blood, not at all. давай, детка.. I even feel you rubbing your thighs together.. Awh.. Aren't you cute.. ты так отчаянно нуждаешься во мне…” (you need me so desperately…)

You want to squirm away, you know you should try harder, should fight it more.. But.. your brain knows he’s right, you love when he says things to you in russian, even if you don't know what it means. The soothing feel of his large hand on your belly and the hard line of his cock against your ass has you in seventh heaven, not sure if you should be continuing to try and deny your own feelings or if you should just give into him. The hair on your arms stand up as you feel his hand move under the hem of your shirt, slow and calculated as if taming an animal, his palm warm, rough, and calloused from years of working as it pushes up your torso, and then drags back down your body towards your waistband. Your breath stutters as his fingers just barely slip underneath. “Малыш.. If you really didn't want this, you would have shoved me off by now.. Or even screamed..” he growled, his lips right next to your ear now. He was right, and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. “Bet if I stuck my hand in your little shorts, you’d be dripping.. I'm right, aren't I..?” You shut your eyes tightly, shaking your head as you bit your bottom lip. “Ah–ah.. That’s not an answer, любимый..” Whatever name he just called you has heat rolling in your gut like a vortex, your throat tightens and your face gets red hot. “You're wrong..” you manage to whine out, trying to jerk your hips away from where his fingers are toying with your pajama shorts. His hand immediately moves to grasp your hip, stilling you. His fingers sinking into the plush skin, his nails clipped considerably. You gulp, thinking about what that might imply and what he might have planned. “Ебать— Stay still, детка..” he breathed out, his voice a scratchy growl as he rolled his hips forward, pushing against you. “моя милая… I know what you want.. I could tell when I called you дорогая at dinner, you love it when I speak Russian, hm?.. Did you get wet when I did that too? О, я уверен, что ты это сделал…” (Oh, i'm sure you did.) His fingers dig deeper into your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine, his words left his mouth as animalistic growls, as if he hit the nail on the head, which he did.

He takes another deep inhale, eyes fluttering shut as he grinds and rolls his hips against you, making you acutely aware of every ridge of what he had in his boxers. “Ты такой мягкий... И так приятно пахнешь…” (You are so soft... And you smell so nice…) he growled in Russian, hand releasing your waist to explore more, but the feeling of the pressure he once had on you was still there. He took his time, his hand moving slowly over your stomach, down your hip, and gripping your thigh. The whole time, Nikolai let out a few little groans, quietly moaning Russian words that you didn't understand, his cock pressed up against you through his boxers. You whine, feeling as if you were about to lose your mind, and all he did was let out a short breathy chuckle. He was so calm, yet so threatening. He was huge, in both ways, his body was pressed up against you in a way that made you horribly aware of how big he really was. He was 5 '11, almost 6'0 at this point, he could so easily overpower you, and it scared you, but also aroused you even more, even though you tried to deny it. Distantly, you hoped that the curtains had been pulled shut, but the light shining on your face told you otherwise, not that anyone could see the two of you tucked under the sheets, but still. The idea that anyone could see you… in bed… with Nikolai..? It would ruin the entire relationship he had with your dad, you would be in a lot of trouble, and your dad would probably try and chase Nikolai around with a knife if he knew. You were dragged out of your thoughts as a gasp was torn from your throat, feeling Nikolai’s hand moving down to cup you through your pants, he let out a low chuckle. “Aahah… Ни хрена себе..” (Holy shit..) Nikolai laughed quietly, moving his palm just the right way against you. You whimper, squeezing his hand in between your thighs. “черт побери, you’re fucking soaked, Малыш.. And you called me a perv…” 

Nikolai grinds the hell of his palm against your clit, making your eyes lock shut and hips unconsciously grind against his hand. “Nik—” You try again, reaching to grab his hand. For the moment, you think he’s done fucking with you as he lets out a low, growly chuckle, until he smacks the back of your hand, batting it away. “Нет. Дай мне насладиться этим моментом…” (No. Let me enjoy this moment.) He hissed, rendering you speechless and unable to comprehend what's going on. You both didn't understand a word he just said, but also understood everything he was trying to say. Your body stills, and he lets out a low, pleased hum. “Good girl… I've been wanting this since the moment I met you… I've been waiting for this… For you.. Вот дерьмо—fucking teasing me with those eyes.. Like tonight, at dinner? The way you ran away… Like you wanted me to chase you…” Your jaw drops and your mouth falls open as you feel Nikolai finally push his hand under the waistband of your shorts. Nikolai lets out a sharp groan, burying his face into the crook of your neck. “Ох, черт возьми... да. да да да… No fucking panties and youre dripping… I fucking knew you wanted this…” “Nikolai..” you breathe, all whimpered and soft, making him smile against your neck. His fingers spread your folds, dragging your wetness up and along your clit, feeling the pooling slick. Your body jolts, sensitive, it makes him chuckle low and mean against you. “Please” you whine. “Oh? Пожалуйста?.. Please what, Шлюха..” Your thighs are shaking already and he barely did anything, not used to the touch of someone else after so long. You let out a soft, throaty noise as you turn your head and bury your face into the pillow. Nikolai growls, pulling his hand out of your shorts to grip your chin, harshly turning your head as far as he can. “Don’t hide from me, Красивая девушка.. Let me see your face when I make you cum. When your dads best friend makes you cum.” A shaky breath leaves your throat as he speaks, drawing the words out if only to drive them home. Your stomach does backflips, feeling as if it's on fire with something you have never experienced before. Your thighs part slowly, keening softly in submission to him. Nikolai, just for a moment, looks taken aback, but his expression slowly turns wolfish, like a wild animal that just found dinner. He grins, big and toothy as he sits up a bit to grab your jaw again. Leaning over you, he looks like a lethal killer, his teeth sharp, he was anything but nice looking. Nikolai leaned in, and kissed you. But it isn't soft, or gentle, it's forceful and sloppy, the angle has your neck pinching just so. you can't find it in you to care, though. Not when you feel Nikolai's tongue push into your mouth and licks behind your teeth, tasting everything you have to offer him. Nikolai makes a noise like you'd just offered him a whole crate of Vodka, kissing you deeper, deeper, deeper, like he can fit himself inside of you; melt into you. The hold he has on your cheeks to stop you from pulling away makes your face sore, but he didn't soften his grip, instead digging his fingers into your face. Your eyes roll back.

Nikolai pushes his tongue against yours, before pulling away slowly, saliva sticks to your bottom lip, stringy, sticky and so fucking hot. You whine, breathing in while chasing his mouth with your own, as if trying to get him back. He stills you with a hand pressed to your chest, though. Nikolai chuckles, that deep russian kind of chuckle that makes your stomach do a backflip. “Mm-hah.. Easy, девочка… Slow down.. I’ll taste you again in a minute. For now, let's get you re-situated, Ага?” Confused and curious, you furrow your brow and tilt your head gently to the side. “Re—?” Nikolai sits up and puts pressure on your shoulder, rolling you flat on your back. He looks down at you, getting a good view of the way in which he is going to ruin you tonight, and probably forever. His rough hands up the hem of your shirt up, exposing the length of your stomach. Goosebumps rise there, feeling as if your skin was on fire as Nikolai straddled your thighs. He held the fabric where it bunches up under your breasts, pushing the fabric up and over finally to expose them. He released his grip, groaning low and long as he just.. Stares. “Are you going to keep staring at them or are you going to do something?” Nikolai hummed, snapping out of it at that, lips curving into a sly smirk that just barely showed off the tips of his canines, making him look even more wolfish than before. He finally dove down, one hand cupping your left tit and the other placed firmly on the side of your ribcage. He licked up your right breast, his tongue dragging over your nipple. You were basically left helpless, covering your eyes with your forearms. Normally you wouldn't react like this to having your boobs toyed with, but something about… about Nikolai, about the situation, about the fact that it'd been over two years… it has you locked down, back arching and thighs trying to spread open where they're trapped between Nikolai’s knees. “Mm— Nik—” you hum, spine curving into a pretty arch, pushing your chest up harder against his mouth. “Please—...”

You feel Nikolai smile against your chest, pulling his mouth away as he looked at you, tilting his head. “Mhm? Please what, сука.” His voice already sounds rough, lower than it had been before, his accent the heaviest Russian you've ever heard from him, mouth lazy as it curls around the vowels. He leans down again, slowly, snarling like a wild animal as he placed wet kisses and sharp bites to the bottom of your jaw. “You. I— I need you—... Please…” Nikolai chuckled, growly and scratchy. He sat up, putting a hand under the collar of his shirt before tugging it up and over his head. He tosses it to the side, not caring where it landed, he'll find it in the morning. Your eyes widened, dragging over his toned chest and all the scars, it's the first time you've really taken to looking at him and part of you wishes that at least the table-side lamp was on. “Jesus..” You breathe, bringing your hands up to trace the planes of his stomach, then feeling over the two massive scars that dragged from his side and over his v-line, He breathes in through his teeth as you do so, watching your face twisting with curiosity and fear. “Are you scared of the creator, Малыш? Or are you scared of me.” He snarled, but you didn't answer, you just ran your hand over his chest. There was a sparse trail of hair that snaked under the waistband of his boxers. A part of you, for some animalistic reason, wants to sink your teeth into the dip of his waist. Take a chunk out of him. Chew on him like a chew toy. Instead, you sink your nails into the hardened muscle. Nikolai smiles down at you, tensing his abdomen when your nails scratch his skin. “You just like what you see.. Isn't that right… грязная шлюха…” he hums, rubbing a hand over his chest. Somehow, it was bare, unlike his legs and arms. You pushed your thighs together, rubbing them against each other. He chuckled, his thighs were strong where they bracketed your own, flexing as he held himself up. You nod quickly, making him smile. He finally tugs your shirt all the way up, you sit up to help him. Once it's off, he tosses it to the side, the same direction he tossed his own shirt. “Ты такая хорошая шлюха…” (You are such a good slut…) He purred, pulling his hands down your body towards your pants. “How about we get these off you too.. Hm? Звучит хорошо, детка?” (Sound good, baby?) His fingers danced at the hem of your shorts, pulling it up before letting it snap back against your skin. It's gentle and relatively painless but you can't help the way you gasp.

Nikolai crawls off you, shimmying his way towards the end of the bed. He moves his fingers under the hem of your shorts, dragging them down your legs. He groans at the sight of your cunt, exposed and glistening with slickness. Nikolai’s lips part slightly, his tongue running along the fronts of his teeth. “Ебать, я знал, что ты тоже будешь здесь красоткой…” (Fuck, I knew you'd be a beauty here too.) One of his hands pushes up the inside of your leg, spreading your thighs apart further so he can get a better view. You can see the way his adam's apple bobs, swallowing around the saliva that's probably pooled on the back of his tongue. You gasp as he brushes his thumb up against your clit, sensitive like a live wire. “Nngh— Nikolai, Please… Don't tease me…” You whisper, giving him your best set of pleading eyes. He furrows his eyebrows, pulling his hand away just barely. He wants to see you squirm. “Dont tease you..? As if you haven't been teasing me for days.. Months even.. Do you know how hard it was to stay away from my buddies' daughter and keep my hands to myself? Ты что, шутишь?” (Are you kidding?) You swallow around any words you wanted to snap back with, whining at the top of your throat. Your head tips back, thighs spreading wider as you buck your hips, desperate to get his hand back where you need it. “You’re gonna beg me for it, Сука.” Nikolai growls, low and dangerous as he leans forward, lips ghosting over yours. His hand resting on your stomach, pushing down a little bit. Enough pressure to make it kind of hard to breathe. “Do you understand?” You blink, brain slow to process just exactly what this version of Nikolai was. This Nikolai was so different compared to any other version of him you knew. The Nikolai you knew was chaotic, always going on about the military, saying stupid things, joking around all the time. He'd never speak so… forcefully? aggressively? This Nikolai was… hot. He made butterflies fill your stomach. He made your body tremble from a simple kiss. His words were sharp yet they somehow soothed the itch beneath your skin. “Yes, Nikolai..” It's simple. It's sweet. And Nikolai can't get enough of it. The way your voice trembles and cracks around his name has him growling like a wild animal. “Go on then. Beg, Малыш”

Your hands move up his arms, finding his biceps, nails digging into the hardness, trying to get him closer to you. “Please, Nik? Please. I need it…” He smiles, tilting his head at you. “Mmm.. I think you can do better than that, Дорогой. What do you need? Скажи мне, чего ты хочешь.” (Tell me what you want) Your cheeks flush, hot and prickly on your face as your mind swims in thoughts. If you weren't so turned on you would be feeling some semblance of shame, submitting and baring yourself to Nikolai… to Nikolai. You shudder, back arching gently towards him as if trying to push yourself against him. “Touch me…” you rush “Please, i want your fingers, your hands.. — I want your mouth, your—.... Want your…” You trail off, nails digging deeper into his arms. You whine, keening at the words you wanted to say. “Go on, Шлюха. You’re doing so well.” “Need your cock inside me! Please, baby— Nikolai— Please!” Nikolai smiles bigger, nodding slowly. Oh, who is Nikolai to deny you when you sound so pathetic begging for his fucking cock? He moves his hands up to hide their place between your thighs. His fingers swipe through your mess before two fingers rub harsh, small circles around your clit. It has you breathing heavier than you realized, stuttered and broken. “Mmhm.. Вот и всё, сука. Let me get you ready… Gotta stretch this perfect pussy if im gonna fit without hurting you too bad… Хотя я был бы не прочь услышать, как ты начнешь плакать…” (Although I wouldn't mind hearing you start to cry…) Confusion paints your face for a moment, but it's instantly washed away when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside. A sharp whine leaves your mouth, unabashed and unbidden. “That's what I thought… Черт, ты тугой… When was the last time you got fucked, Медовый?” It comes out as a joke, intended to just be a dig at you, but when you fall silent and turn your head, his hand stills. You whine and rock your hips, wanting him to continue. He says your name low, like a command, the pronunciation broken by his russian accent as he grips your hip. You can feel the way he's looking at you, it's scary. He hovers over you like a killer, and just tilts his head, grasping your hip like he's about to tear the skin. “I asked you a question, Шлюха. Answer me.” You blink up at him, both too shy and too scared to answer him at first, but he tightens his grip on you, forcing a wince to leave your lips. “Aa— It's been a while—...” “Ебаный придурок— How longs a while?” He's looking at you with something that's more than hunger, something deeper that you can't explain, something that makes you shiver. “Дорогой…” He drags the word out long. “Answer me like a good girl.”

You whimper, hating how he so quickly figured out how to push all your buttons. Turning your head, you press your mouth to your shoulder, muffling the words. “Two years…” You can't miss the way Nikolai’s eyes narrow as his fingers withdraw from inside of you. You cry out at the loss, hand extending to grab his wrist to pull him back. “Nik—! Please— Baby I want—i want you to keep going. Please, I want this so bad, baby please—...” Nikolai’s face softens, mostly at that sugary sweet tone that you've adopted. “Черт возьми…” (Damn it…) He pauses, drawing in a long, sharp breath as he regains his signature smirk. “Я тебя к чертям уничтожу.” (I'll destroy you to hell.) He growls like a wild animal, before pushing his fingers forward roughly. You gasp, fingers tightening around his forearm as he spreads his own, stretching your walls. It almost hurts, but you can't help the way you whimper. Slick drips down his fingers, pooling in his palm. The sight has him letting out a stifled groan, hi cock twitching where it's pressed up against your thigh, still trapped in his boxers. There's a wet spot, staining right over the tip, if it weren't for the plaid print and darkness of the room, you could probably get a good estimate on just how big he is. You were skeptical if he was just talking shit about needing to get you ready for him to fit. He does feel thick against you, though… heavy, when he ruts his hips forward, rubbing himself over the top of your thigh. Nikolai’s fingers curl inside of you, hooking to find that spongey spot. You let out a startled yelp, as if he had electrocuted you. A strangled gasp leaves your lips and Nikolai makes a low sound, deep in his chest. “Ты такой простой…” (You are so simple…) he teases, grinning like he just killed his worst enemy. You let out a muffled sob, head falling back once more. You cover your mouth, trying to hold back all the little noises that his fingers are forcing out of you. His hand speeds up, eyes locked onto your heaving chest as he scissors and curls his fingers. There's a loud, squelching noise that fills the room. It makes your face burn, heat moving to prick at your ears. When you lift your head again, wanting to watch the way Nikolai fingers you open, you catch sight of his lip tucked between his teeth, brow set in a low furrow. He looks determined, or maybe is holding back the noises he wants to make. Your mouth drops open to let out a harsh gasp as he nudges a third finger in. “Ебать, детка…” (Fuck, baby…) Nikolai groans, slowing down the motion of his fingers. He switches to curling them upward, stroking along your sweet spot. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens, Nikolai’s thumb catching your clit. Your hand pushes against your mouth, holding in a soft cry of Nikolai’s name. Sure, you’re at a hotel, but your family is only one door down. 

Nikolai watches, eyes low and sharp as he fucks his fingers into you harder, spreading all three digits apart. He feels the way your walls flutter around his fingers, sucking them deeper inside. He hums, chuckling as he leaned down to press his nose against your temple. You squirm, one hand grasping his forearm and the other pressing down harder against your mouth to silence any strained cries of his name. “You gonna cum?” Nikolai purrs into your ear. The feeling of his breath, hot and heavy against your ear, makes you squeeze his fingers. “Ага… you are. I can feel it. Поторопись, детка.. Cum on my fingers.” The way his voice sharpens and the way his fingers and thumb work you has you gripping your pillow, nails digging deep into the fabric, mouth agape. High-pitched, breathy whines escape you, mixing with Nikolai's name like sugar. Nikolai grins at how broken it sounds rolling off your tongue. He watches with rapt attention as your back arches, stomach tensing, trying to hold it back. “Посмотри на меня. Look at me and you can cum.” Nikolai hums, speeding his fingers up. “Come on, be good.” Your eyes dart along the ceiling, taking in a deep lungful of air before you finally manage to settle your eyes on Nikolai. He chuckles, a deep raspy noise that sounds animalistic. He swipes his free hand over the taut surface of your belly, feeling the tensed muscle as you starve off your impending orgasm. “There we go. Хорошая девочка.. Cum for me.” It feels like your brain turned to mush as he spoke to you, finally letting yourself go. Nikolai's fingers don't stop, though, only fucking into you faster, prolonging your orgasm. Your legs tremble, kicking out before trying to close up around his hips. Your back arches up high off the bed, moans spilling from your lips. Nikolai’s name rolling off your tongue like a prayer. He drinks it in, thinking he could cum just from this–from watching you let it all go. Pride blooms hot and possessive in his chest, needy and wanting. Though, he has always had that pride, that pride every Russian man has inside him.

There's a near permanent grin on his lips, eyes heavy as he watches you come down. His fingers had since stopped, thumb no longer making you twitch from aftershocks. A breathy chuckle escapes his lips, so different from the way he sounded a few seconds ago, more heavy, more intimate, more slavic. When the ringing in your ears stops, and you catch your breath, you blink a few times, trying to focus your vision again. Nikolai looks over you like a bear, watching as you push hair out of your face. “Ты в порядке?” (You ok?) he smiles a sharp, smug smile, nudging his nose against yours. “Still with me?” You take a moment to respond. Its a sharp groan, body trying to twist itself away from Nikolai. He just chuckles and slowly pulls his fingers out of you. You mourn the loss almost immediately. Nikolai pets over your thigh, making you grimace as he drags wet slick over your skin. “Расслабляться. You did good, шлюха.” He croons, pushing a kiss against the apple of your cheek. You only groan again, using both hands to wipe over your face, refusing to look at him. He isn't having any of that. “Ah—Ah… Is that how you treat someone who just gave you the best orgasm of your life? Mmhm.. Испорченный.. Мне придется научить тебя лучше.” (Spoiled.. I’ll have to teach you better.) Your hands push out, shoving his face away from yours. “What? You want me to suck your dick or something?” You grumble sarcastically, pushing up on your elbows. Your back arches with the movement, pinched from being arched like a bowstring. Nikolai hums, expression darker, not ever going to take that treatment, but he forced himself to not say anything. He moved to grab your hips, thumbs pressing into the plush flesh. “Mmmh… As nice as that sounds, no.” You raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to go on. “You said you just needed my cock inside you. Isn't that right, Маленькая шлюха-сперма..” (Little Cum-Slut) You whimper, letting your eyes trail down the length of Nikolai’s body where he’s knelt between your thighs. The wet spot in front of his boxers had grown considerably. His hands move to adjust where he is hard as a rock, pushing his cock up and trapping it beneath the waistband. You can see the tip peeking out, the perfect shade of pink, leaking pre-cum. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Nik,” You start, swallowing the saliva that was pooling in the back of your throat. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you. Something about the position—him looming over you, tall and strong like a Russian brown bear—has your head spinning. You reach out to cup him, to try and get your hand around his cock. Your mouth dries up when you realize just how big he really is. “Take them off.” Nikolai commands, jutting his chin forward with a lazy smirk on his mouth. You listen, obedient. The orgasm earlier had flushed out any rebellious streak you may have had in you. You move slowly, fingers curling around the elastic of his boxers, tugging them down. Each inch of skin exposed has your thighs tightening and walls fluttering around nothing. Nikolai just watches as you realize what you’ve gotten yourself into. “No fucking way.” You mutter, eloquent. Nikolai’s cock is long and thick, hanging heavy between his legs without his boxers holding it up. The tip is pretty pink, matching the color of his lips. He’s trimmed, about as neatly as he could be despite the trail of fuzzy hair that would lead you to think otherwise. Nikolai grins at your reaction, his naturally sharp canines on full display. “Yes fucking way.” His cock twitches, a blurt of pre-cum dripping from the tip.Your thumb stretches to catch it, making Nikolai hiss through his teeth, hips bucking forward. “Блять—Lay down…” It's not something you need to be told twice. You recline back against the pillows, spreading your legs wide open. One hand trails down your belly, cupping your sex. Nikolai’s eyes dart to follow your fingers, tongue peeking out as he runs his tongue across the fronts of his teeth. He lets you play with yourself for a moment, watching the way your fingers spread your cunt open, how you dip a finger into yourself, how your head tilts back with a sweet, bitten-off moan. He wants to bite into you, to swallow you whole. Keening himself forward, Nikolai grips his length in one hand as he pushes your thighs up and out of the way. Your hands freeze, eyes wide when you realize what exactly is about to happen between you and Nikolai. A quiet mewl leaves your mouth as you feel yourself leaking more slick onto the hotel bed.

Nikolai pushes your hand away, cock bobbing where it's gripped in his fist, looking so hard and flushed it must hurt. And you… well, you can make it better. “Ready, Малыш?” Nikolai asks, voice rough as he rocks his hips forwards. His length slips through against your cunt, slicking himself up. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment as his tip catches your clit, hips jerking up. Nikolai chuckles, amused by the reaction. He moves his hips harder, teasing you now. You whine, reaching to wrap your hand around him. “Don’t— I said don’t tease me… Please, I'm giving you what you want…” Nikolai can't say no when you beg so sweetly for him… “Tchh… I’m going to give it to you, дорогой. Gonna give it to you…” He trails off, eyes stuck on the way your cunt leaks for him, all pretty and swollen. “Rrgh—Я собираюсь тебя погубить…” (I’m going to ruin you…) Without any more preamble, Nikolai aligns himself before he pushes in, just the tip. Your eyes widen at the pressure—at the stretch. Sure, it’d been a while but… Nikolai was just… He was going to split you in half. Your wall tense and flutter around him, desperate to have him push deeper. He sighs at the feeling, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes fall shut. A strangled, low pitch sound escapes his mouth, like a growl from deep in his chest. He rocks his hips back and forth to get you used to the stretch. “Ни хрена себе…” (Holy shit…) he breathes. Once his eyes open, he looks down to see you fisting your pillow beneath your head. Your mouth dropped open, clearly not expecting him to feel like that. And it's only the tip. “Ебать. Я чувствую, как ты пытаешься меня в себя втянуть..” (Fuck. I feel you trying to suck me in..) You groan at his words even if you don't understand the thick russian that spills out of his mouth, eyes squeezing shut when he sinks another inch inside. A deep breath fills your lungs, only to be punched out as you feel him push deeper, deeper, deeper. By the time he's bottomed out, your thighs are shaking where they are pushed against his hips, eyes barely open. Your pussy throbs, walls squeezing tight around Nikolai’s cock. He groans, a deep satisfied sound from his chest as you practically milk him. “Can you feel me, Милый?” Nikolai whispers, moving a hand to press against your stomach, right below your belly button. “Can you feel me right here?” his index finger swirls and circles around right about where he estimates his tip sits, though it feels like it's even deeper than that. Letting out a sharp breath, you nod. Your voice strained as you say, “I can feel you in my fucking throat, holy fuck, Nikolai…” There's a self satisfied smile that creeps its way onto his face, smug and proud of himself for finally getting what he wants. For giving you what he’s known you wanted all along.

“God, you're so—” he breathes, words getting cut off as he pulls out just barely, only to shove himself in again. It punches a breath out of you, head digging back into the pillows. Your hands find his biceps, grappling for something to hold onto. Nikolai smiles, his teeth looking sharper than they actually are. “Tight.. Черт возьми…” (Damn it) You whimper, nodding as your hands try to find purchase wherever they can. Nikolai tuts, surprisingly composed for someone whose dick is being strangled by a pussy as tight as yours. Well, maybe he’s just that big. It certainly inflates his already large ego. “Easy, Малыш.” Nikolai cooed, grabbing your hands. He laces your fingers together, pinning your hands beside your head. “Just relax for me. Впустите меня…” (let me in…) Something about the way he says it, low and accented with a voice like a wolf, it has you listening. You breathe in, slow and deep, letting your walls relax as best as they possibly could. He keens himself forward again, letting go of one of your hands to hike your hips up into his lap, The change in angle has a shocked cry leave your lips. Nikolai only smiles. Nikolai drops his head, one hand grasps your hip where it's cradled by his own, starting to push himself in and out, starting up a rhythm. It's long and languid, Nikolai nearly pulling all the way out before slowly sliding back in. He can feel you clenching and pulsing around him, eyes rolling back as his cock punches that sweet spot over and over again. You feel as if you are seeing stars, hips rolling to meet his. “Oh, fuck, Nikolai!” you cry, back bending like a drawn back bow when he bottoms out inside you again. He groans, deep and throaty before he's leaning over you. It makes your thighs stretch, pulling the muscle in a way that borders on the right side of sore. “Ngh—hah—please.” Nikolai curls his body over yours, caging your head between his forearms as he fucks into you, his thick cock stretching you open. The way he moves, the way he suddenly kisses you—all teeth and tongue and low crooning noises each time your walls tighten up around him—it feels like he’s fucking you with a point to prove. To say that he did this. He made you cum. He had you begging for his cock. That it was him who carved out a space inside of you and left you ruined for anyone else. He moans, growly and desperate, into your mouth when you buck your hips up to meet his. It's an animalistic sound, immediately followed by a broken yelp when he tangles a fist in your hair and pulls, hard, tilting your head back to suck dark, purpling bruises into your skin, placed right above your collar. “Nik—Nikolai,” you pant, eyes struggling to open and look at him. “No—dont leave marks!”

Nikolai just groans, digging his teeth into your neck, deeper, sharper. He nips at the skin beneath your jaw, tongue laving a pathway from your chin all the way down your jaw to the angle of your jaw. A loud, keening moan leaves you, overwhelmed by the sudden attack of pleasure. His teeth dig into the angle of your jaw and the area of skin below it. It punches a throaty cry out of you, not expecting it to feel that good. “Oh, do you like that, маленькая сучка.” he breathes, right into your ear. There's an airy and graveled giggle that leaves him when he licks up the side of your neck, soothing the bites he had left, groaning when you squeeze around him. “Ебать—Ага… Do that again. давай, детка. Squeeze me like that again..” At this point, it's not even intentional. Nikolai’s fucking you at a pace you hadnt imagined he could find. His hips slamming against the backs of your thighs, the harsh sound of skin on skin filling the small hotel room. A tiny voice at the back of your head hopes that you're at least being quiet enough that you won't receive a noise complaint. Nikolai’s cock drills into you like a jackhammer, hands moving to push your thighs up, spreading you wider and wider as his teeth dig into your neck like a wolf killing its prey. Sweat beads along your hairline, suddenly everything is hotter and you feel as if your head is spinning. Your hands scrabble for purchase on his back, but he doesn't slow. “Сука—Perfect—Fucking—Pussy—...” Nikolai growls, His nails digging rough crescents into your skin where he’s keeping you spread out. You can feel your own wetness leaking around his thickness and staining the sheets beneath you. “Блядь—сука—... I’m gonna cum..” You whine, walls tightening again, fluttering around his cock like you're trying to keep him inside, wanting him as deep as he can get. “Please, Nik.. n-need…” Nikolai shushes you, pressing his mouth to yours. He releases one of your thighs, snaking his free hand between your bodies where he finds your clit. Roughly, he rubs tight little circles into it, shuddering at the wail you let out. “Yes!” you cry, legs wrapping around his waist, ankles crossing to keep him close. “Fuck, yes, nik… nikolai, i’m gonna–” a sob hiccups out of your throat, warmth pooling a pulling harshly in your belly. “Oh, my fucking god… you’re gonna make me cum—!” “Да—Да.. Yeah, I am.” Nikolai grunts, hips snapping against yours twice before he speeds up again, focussed on giving the most pleasure possible. His fingers are soaked where they are pressed to your cunt, circling your clit until Nikolai can feel your thighs trembling around him. “Cum for me, Малыш. Cum on my cock.” It feels like that was all you needed, his permission, before your arching up, nails dragging pretty, pink lines down the expanse of his back as you cum. Your eyes roll back and squeeze shut, mouth falling open. You think you moan, though you don't exactly know what. It feels like Nikolai’s name, chanted like a prayer. Each syllable getting louder and louder until eventually Nikolai has to slap a hand over your mouth to shut you up.

Nikolai cums like that, too: Hand over your mouth, hips stuttering with no clear rhythm as he fucks in twice more, then buries himself to the hilt. The noises he makes are growly and low—animalistic little sounds, choked off and hoarse, like he couldn't believe he was finally getting this, getting you. As his hips slow and eventually stop, Nikolai moves his hand to press a hot, searing kiss to your lips, it's mostly all spit and tongue and the taste of vodka. You whimper, blinking your eyes open as he pulls away. His hands cups your cheek, gentle and shaky. Nikolai’s thumb swipes at the space under your eye, tender. If he wasn't still buried inside of your pussy, you’d find the gesture sweet, romantic, even. Pretty brown eyes stare down at you as you finally feel your vision is focussed again. Nikolai’s mouth a pretty shade of red, lips bitten and from kissing. Sweat clings to his temples, but there's a flush to his cheeks. It has your heart stuttering in your chest. Nikolai smiles down at you, pecking your lips once more before he lets out a low huff and dips his head, and pushes his forehead against your chest. You sigh at the touch, blissed out and full of something you can't quite put your finger on. Whatever it is has you floating higher than a cloud. “Очень хорошо справились..” (You did so well..) Nikolai mutters, peppering kisses on your chest, up to your neck and then to your face, as if he is praising a goddess. “So fucking perfect, just like i knew you’d be.” his hand moves to drag down along your stomach, tickling you for a moment, making him hiss at the jolt. You can feel him softening up inside of you, cock nearly ready to slip out. It's then that a new feeling washes over you. Warm like a bucket of hot water washed over you, your stomach dropping. Your eyes widen, voice shaky as you whisper Nikolai’s name. “Did you—did we—did you fucking cum inside me?” you ask quietly, looking at him. Nikolai’s cheeks turn a deep red, his head lifting up, eyes darting. “Я—” he started, swallowing hard. “You didnt—Ебать—I thought—was i not supposed to..?” “Nikolai!” you whined, feeling him chuckle nervously deep in his throat as you cover your face. “Nikolai, what the fuck!”

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That's when he saw it, you had left a small box on the counter, chocolate, it was perfect for right now, but he frowned when he saw a big note next to it. “DO NOT EAT! For later. I'm serious, Eli!” The note read, written in big sharpie with a million exclamation marks around it. You figured he’d laugh, he had always teased you for putting notes on things as if he was a rabid animal, but this time you put the note on that for a different reason. Eli, in fact laughed, but instead of listening to the note as he always did, he shrugged and opened the box, what's maybe 2 chocolates? There's so many in the box anyways, you probably wouldn't even notice. He grabbed one of the small chocolates, they were all shaped like hearts, he chuckled, thinking they were cute, before popping it in his mouth, grabbing one last one for when he was done with the first.

You never thought that Eli “Mr. Control” Rourke would eat something of yours without asking, so when you get home after a few hours out of the house to him shirtless and sprawled on your bed, panting like he was a dog in distress, fisting the sheets while his boxers tent obscenely.. You drop your fucking keys. “Eli!?” His head lifted slightly, before he sat up, his face flushed red before he put a hand over the hole in his face, he always did that in times like these as if he were embarrassed. His hands flexing unconsciously. “Darlin’.. — what the fuck was in that chocolate…” He rasped, his voice tired as he looked down slightly, his knees drawing up ever so slightly. “You ATE THEM!?” He looked over at you, his face a mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and primal need. “I only ate two, You left them on the counter and I thought one or two wouldn't make a difference out of such a big box! Now fucking answer me woman!” He snarled, rubbing his eyes, before moving to sit on the side of the bed, hands moving to continue grasping the sheets as if he were going to fall off a skyscraper, the tent in his pants bigger than you originally anticipated as he stared down at the ground.

“They were some stupid sex-chocolates that I saw in some dumb trends!” He huffed, slowly looking over at you with a feral gaze, almost dumbfounded. “SEX chocolates?! Why–...” His breath caught in his throat for a moment. “Why are they so strong!?” He finally rasped out, growling slowly as he clenched his jaw. You couldn't believe it, all you could do was shake your head and stare. “Because you're only supposed to have ONE to be able to get in that mood!” Eli stared at the ground, he had eaten two so he was experiencing twice the effect. You laugh. You shouldn't laugh. But Eli, your stoic, Navy SEAL boyfriend who has shot more people than he can count, is quite literally bent in half by horniness.

He then gets up, and starts pacing the room like a caged animal, brow furrowed, his hands flexing and clenching unconsciously, the veins in his arms and hands already visible from how tense he was, he then turned towards you, walking forwards like he was about to kill you. “Undress.” He said simply, his voice scratchy and harsh as he paused in front of you, holding his hands in fists as if he were holding himself back. “Eli you just—” “Now.” You stared at him, but he was looking at the ground, that was until you didn't budge. He slowly raised his gaze, not much due to how fucking tall he was, letting out a heavy breath through his nose before tilting his head slightly.

“[Y/N]. I don't want to have to ask you again.” He spoke quietly under his breath, moving a little closer, making you scoff. “Eli, you just need to sleep it off.. you're being awfully scary right now—” “No. Do as I say before I do it for you.” He interrupted you, his expression dead serious as he stared at you. You didn't budge, trying to read what he meant by that, but it wasn't long before you found out. After a few seconds of you staring at him dumbfounded, he grabbed your upper arm, spinning you around and slamming you against the wall, holding you there. You should've known he would do that.. He's a damn Navy SEAL, thinking you could've just not done as he said was a mistake. Whatever that chocolate was doing to him was extreme, he never would've done this in a normal situation, but right now he has turned into a full blown primal predator. “It’s not that hard to listen to me.” He scowled, you could feel his body literally shaking, his hands holding you so harshly against the wall that it almost hurt, his hips moving forwards to grind against you, his panting loud in your ear. “Eli– slow down baby, you—” He immediately moved to cover your mouth, his cock hard against your ass through his boxers. “Shut up.. Your body is so damn perfect for me baby..” He breathed out, before pulling you backwards, back towards the bed, making you stumble slightly. He spun around to bend you over the end of the bed, holding the back of your neck down against the soft sheets. His free hand immediately moved to undress you, and once he had done that, he pulled your thighs apart, staring at your pussy like it was his next successful mission.

“You’re wet already?” He scoffed. “I barely even grinded against you. Damn pathetic, huh…?” He pushed two fingers against your c/it, using his thumb to harshly rub your sensitive nub, making you squirm and let out a harsh whine. All his control and logic were out the window, and this primal wolf had taken over, one that needed to breed so desperately bad. “I feel like I need to fuck you until you cry…” Eli muttered, his hands gently shaking against your c/it, unable to hold himself back. “Eli–”

You tried to speak but he held the back of your neck down harder against the sheets, forcing you to let out a choked gasp. “I don't want to hear anything come out of your mouth anymore unless you're moaning or begging. Which is it? Stop being so fucking pathetic.”

He spoke harshly, pushing his thumb harder as he slipped his fingers inside you just barely an inch, moving them slightly just so he could see you squirm and struggle. It made him chuckle as he looked down, he would've been smiling if he was able to.. “You fucking did this. You got yourself in this situation.. You– fuck– YOU put those chocolates on the counter CLEARLY where i could see them..” He added, his grip tightening on the back of your neck, forcing a whimper out of you. “You’re going to let me fuck you like an animal.. exactly how I want to.. Aren't you?” He asked, leaning down slightly, his fingers keeping up their movements just barely inside you. He pushed them in a little more just for a moment before pulling them out again, chuckling at your body's reaction.

You nod, you whimper. He lets out a pleased breath, it's all he needs from you. He forced some kind of control into himself, pushing his fingers into you instead of his c/ck, his movements slow and agonizing like a punishment, he liked watching you squirm and grind your hips against his fingers. Soon his fingers sped up, curling up to hit that spot that made you whine and your body shudder, and even when you were close and begged for him to slow down, he didn't, he only chuckled as he watched you writhe and grasp the sheets like a lifeline as you came around his fingers as he kept up his movement. When he finally pulled his fingers out, you were whimpering and shaking, he chuckled, moving himself up more while pushing his knees under your thighs and lifting your hips. He leaned over you fully, using his forearm to press over the back of your neck, and his free hand to rub the tip of his cock. You instantly tried to move but he grabbed your wrists, using only one hand to pin them above your head, clicking his tongue as he tightened his grip around your wrists.

“Ah ah–.. No moving. Just grab a pillow and shove your face in it if you need to, cause you arent going anywhere until i fill your p/ssy with my fucking cvm.” He let out a heavy, shaky breath as he rubbed his tip with his thumb, drool from the gape in his cheek dripping onto your back as if he were an animal. He doubled over slightly, leaning down to press his head against your back, his breath heavy and quick as if he were trying to fight back against himself. He licked up your back, dragging his tongue up before pushing himself forwards with a desperate grunt as you whine. “FUCK—you’re warm, you’re warm, you’re warm—...”

He rasped, quickly setting the pace, not taking time to let you adjust, just instantly jackhammering into you like he had no other thoughts in the world. He was massive, too thick and too long for your body, hitting every good spot as if he were a god, you teared up with each thrust, shoving your face into the bed sheets. “Just feel me… Just take it.. I’m gonna make you forget your name and only remember mine… Fuck im gonna make you cry for me to slow down..” He cursed before biting your shoulder harshly, smearing saliva on your shoulder as he continued to thrust harsh and deep, his hands moving to grab your hips as he held you down with his body, his chest pressed hard against your back.

His grip was tight, tight enough to leave bruises or marks in your skin, manhandling you like the soldier he is. You can’t think. You can’t breathe. Every thrust brought you closer to what felt like heaven while also destroying you in the process. When you cry out—because it’s too much, too full, too fast—he snarls, chuckling lowly against your shoulder, the vibrations spreading through your back as he brings one hand up to pull your hair, yanking your head up to try and see your face. “Are you cryin’?” he panted “Don’t cry darlin’... It's good for you.. Gets you used to my size so I can use you more…” As soon as he gets those few last words out, he thrusts even harder.. Even deeper..

You soon get right to the edge of an o/gasm, thinking finally you could rest after this, but he suddenly stopped thrusting right as you almost got there. You're shaking, he's laughing, chuckling low in his throat as he feels you start trying to move against him, but he pulls your head back further, biting your neck and snarling. “You damn wh/re.. So desperate… Fuck…” He gasped out, slowly moving so you stayed right on the edge for a few more moments. “No, no, don’t stop—don’t stop, baby, come on–please keep on, I swear I’ll die—”

You begged, making him smile against your neck, though it was broken. “Atta’ girl… Thats what i wanted.” He purred, before moving again, quicker and deeper than before, thrusting so hard that you were crying and the bed felt like it was going to break, letting go of your hair to slap your ass so hard it left a red mark. You whined, grasping the sheets as you came, again, and again, and again, but he didn't stop, he kept going. “Take it. I’m not done yet..”

He growled low in his chest, his voice strained. He came inside you, moaning low and guttural—but stayed rock hard, he bit your shoulder and whispered every nasty, horrible word you’d ever wanted to hear. Your quiet and reserved Navy SEAL boyfriend was reduced to an animal. He’s sweaty. Messy. Loud. Obsessed. He instantly collapsed on top of you, his c/ck still inside you, twitching, you felt every movement he made, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. “You’re not fucking leaving this bed tonight… We’re doing that again. And again. And again.. I know you love it. Admit it. Say it.”

You choked. He slapped your ass, hard. “Say it.”

“I—I love it.” He hummed in response. You came six times, crying and sore. He didn’t even kiss you until round three. And when he was finally done—covered in sweat, glowing with pride—he layed on top of you, kissed your back, and just whispered, “Mine.” ------------------------------------