#and studying

── .✦ chuuya

Hes using that ability of his to good use. Manhandling you in different ways; missionary, on all fours, in the air, you name it.

What started off a playful joke, resulted in him spanking your ass harshly. Leaving red, burning marks—as he didnt bother to take his glove off, until now.

"C'mon pretty girl, you can do it" he spoke softly, lightly tapping your right cheek, gesturing his gloved hand to your lips, pushing further until your teeth finally bit on the edged tip of them.

The red glowing silhouette had long faded, though the desire in his eyes didnt.

His other hand stayed in your hair, forcing you to look up at him, while you pulled his leather glove off slowly.

Legs spread open, thighs shaking—trying to hold your upper body up. Hands holding, and trembling to grasp and claw his toned shoulders.

Once his hand was bare, he lifted your head back up his gaze, taking his glove from your glossed lips. "Chuu-" You tried to speak out, but were immediately cut off when he brought his arm back, and swung it forward. The leather glove hitting the side of your cheek—stinging, feeling the heat arise in both your face, and in between your legs. Whimpering involuntary in response, hands gripping tighter onto him as you jolted with pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, dont tell me you liked that." He groaned against your ear, pulling you closer towards him.

Without giving you time to think, he pulled away, letting go and watched you fall back against the scattered papers on his desk. Some falling onto the floor, the same way your knees were close to giving out.

Chuuya grabbed you by the hips, flipping you back over—stomach on the edge of the desk, torso bent over, hands holding your body against hitting the dark, mahogany desk.

In seconds, the stinging pain returned. He brung his hand over your mouth, muffling the illicit sounds that came out of your mouth as he thrusted inside you, "Shit, 'feel–mm'so good."

Clearly reminding you, that even without his ability, he was still, naturally strong—and able to put you in your fucking place.

── .✦ fyodor

You knew Fyodor to be a strong-willed man. Never lacking composure, until he couldnt take more of your nonsense you called a game.

He had used the previous handcuffs from his last mission to chain you to the post of the bed frame. "I said sorry, you caught me! There I said it!" You yelled out loudly, squirming in place, hearing the rattling of the handcuffs with each movement. "Thats good to hear my dear, but I didnt promise anything."

His hair came down, long strands falling into place and covering more of his beautifully, sharply defined face.

Electrified as he brought the key of the cuffs up your entire body, stomach sinking in when he dragged the cold object, grazing it over your lower abdomen. A smile growing on his face, eyes lidded as he watched your reaction.

Feeling the heat rush to his face upon seeing your vulnerability displayed to him, just like this.

Defenseless, and weakened. Unable to do much unless he said so

"Want it? You seem to want it, badly—." He dragged the last of his words out, dangling the key in front of your face, attempting to reach for it but each time, he pulled it back away from your range. "Yes—Please Fyo-! I do-"

The cold metal thing, softly thudded against the wall he threw it toward. Hitting the floor afterwards with an almost silent clang.

Warm tears continued to trail down your cheek, droplets dampening his other hand that slowly caressed your face.

His touch was gentle, yet demanding. Piercing cold gaze, throat bobbing with a hard swallow—clearly he wasnt pleased that you werent obedient enough to not bother his work. "Shh–shhh— Dont cry, Im here." He whispered, placing a tender kiss on your forehead, making sure you felt vulnerable but safe in his arms

Fingers intertwining with your hair. gasping sharply when he tugged harshly on it.

He was unbelievably, easily able to break your insolent, defiant behavior.

── .✦ nikolai

Freak in the sheets. Outside, in private, in public—anywhere, anytime, in any way possible. Don't. Ever. Try. to play his own game against him

At least, you're realizing that now...

Fear incited in you as you watched your lovers eyes. He had you caged underneath him. Legs hiked up, over his shoulders— rutting his clothed, hardened dick. Eyebrows furrowed, making you feel a certain way.

"Say it, i know you can—" Bodyheat keeping you warm, eyes gleaming with amusement while he closely watched your cute expressions. "I know my little dove has it in her"

"Ill- never leave–do that-hah!—again!" You swore you felt your panties clung onto your wet cunt, unable to move freely, not with a giant maniac keeping you in place.

His hands full, grabbing your ass. "What was that? I couldnt hear you." Nikolai leaned in closer. pressing himself further, making sure you were able to feel every inch of his growing member.

You were too far gone out of your mind to form a single sentence. Lips trembling each time you tried to speak, though it was hard when your rising heat grew with each movement he made.

"Poor baby, couldnt be alone for one night." He grabbed your face with one hand, making you pout in his hold. "Youre gonna have to beg harder than that, 'ya know." He smiled, eyes beaming until his mismatched eyes became dark, shadowed as he squinted and chuckled lowly.

Beginning to move upwards, lovingly, and affectionately, planted sweet kisses on the nape of your neck. Oftentimes, biting at your lower lobe, igniting a small jolt from you—or a quickened, jagged gasp from your mouth.

Enveloping his lips on your upper collarbone. Alongside with a slow, wet drag of his tongue against your warm skin.

His teeth—sharply edged corner ones pulling on the surface.

Cloudiness fogging your mind of any thoughts. Shuddering under his every touch.

rewriting this made me remember of the bad choices I made back then.

the original was written when i was stranded...on a beach, after a party!! fun times 😆