#ives x reader

Sergei’s stamina in the bedroom is both a blessing and a curse because he could literally spend hours between your thighs without breaking a sweat. He likes to start off with his hands and mouth. His heightened sense of smell lets him savor the way your scent changes with your arousal and he wants to be nose-deep in the source. Plus, he enjoys slowly stretching you out, adding a third and fourth finger even as you protest and tell him you couldn’t possibly fit another. But he certainly doesn’t need his hands to make you come, his tongue is talented enough. 

Depending on his mood, he might tie you up or make you wrap your legs around his head, crossing one ankle over the other, your heels pressing firmly into the back of his neck so he can devour you whole. You’ll be trembling, shaking all over with the effort to hold that position. It feels like you’re suffocating him but he’s ravenous, his hands wrapped firmly over the top of your thighs. The sounds he makes while he eats you out are filthy and you can feel yourself dripping down his chin. He’ll easily make you come half a dozen times that way before easing your legs off his shoulders and crawling up your body. 

Once he’s inside you it’s a litany of praise, his mouth roaming over your face and neck. He loves to nip and bite with his sharp teeth, teasing your nipples until they grow hard and sensitive. He could go for hours like this but he knows your body is fragile, only able to give up a certain number of orgasms before you pass out. He’s careful to toe the line, waiting to come himself until he’s pulled every last drop of pleasure from you. 

The aftermath is almost as enjoyable for Sergei as the overstimulation part. He loves how soft and pliant you become. You’re extra clingy too and he gets to indulge in taking care of you. He’ll carry your limp, half-conscious body into a steaming bath, washing you with care. You’ll be cleaned thoroughly, though his hands are gentle when they wash between your legs - he knows how sore you get. 

Once you’re dry and clothed you’ll get some water and fresh fruit before he tucks you beneath the furs in his bed. He’ll whisper something in Russian, most of the words foreign to you except dorogaya, my beloved. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is the sweet kiss he gives you, alongside the promise of breakfast in bed tomorrow.

Friedrich doesn’t have the patience or interest in edging you. Honestly, he doesn't even mean to overstimulate you either, it's just that he gets so lost in your smell and taste that he loses track of time. Can you blame him? When he’s between your thighs each moan and gasp you let out drives him nearly insane. He loves the way your thighs squeeze his head each time you come and how your body trembles the longer he stays down there.

When you thread your fingers through his thick curls and tug on the roots he groans into your cunt. His touch grows rougher and more demanding. He needs you to come again, it’s a near compulsion at this point. Each one tastes sweeter than the last and he drinks from you like a man starved for it, as if every drop is the only thing keeping him alive. He’ll use his fingers to work you open, his thumb circling your clit while he gazes down at your swollen cunt. Watching your face as you come undone is almost as good as tasting you. 

By the time he’s fully satisfied, you’re shaking all over, begging him to stop. Friedrich calms you down with sweetly murmured words, his hand running up and down your side soothingly. He kisses you slow and deep, wanting you to taste yourself on his tongue and understand just why he had to stay down there so long. By this point, you’re so wet that you welcome him inside without any resistance and he slides home with a groan. Despite how hard he is, he doesn’t rush your lovemaking, rolling his hips in an unhurried rhythm, drawing out both of your pleasures. This is the main show after all, the whole reason he had his head buried between your thighs in the first place. He needs to put another baby in your belly. It's all he can think about.

He makes sure you come again when he's inside you. He's a gentleman after all. While he chases his own release he's praising you, talking about how warm you are, how tightly you grip him. How good you've been for him. After, he stays lodged firmly inside, gazing lovingly at you. He just needs to catch his breath and then he'll be ready to go again. Doesn't that sound good, darling?

Tangerine loves edging you simply because he can. You look so pretty when you cry, especially when your tears ruin your makeup. The more debauched you look, the better. Nothing makes him harder than seeing you at his mercy.  He likes to use his fancy silk ties to bind your wrists and ankles to the bed so you’re spread eagle for him. Throughout the whole experience, he remains fully clothed in his three-piece suit while you’re completely naked.

Because he loves to push boundaries, even when you’re absolutely certain you’re at your limit, he’ll keep going until you have to use your safe word. He keeps up a steady stream of chatter throughout, using a mix of praise and dumbification in equal measure. You may act like you don’t enjoy it when he’s mean to you, but the way your cunt squeezes the shit out of his fingers tells a different story. Speaking of which, Tangerine isn’t about to remove his rings for this. He wants you to feel them as he curls them deep inside you. 

When it’s finally time to let you come he wants you to soak his face. After all, he put in all the work and he’s going to get his reward. Then, knowing him, he might shift into overestimation territory just because (and if you happen to pass out on him at this point, when you wake up he’s going to lecture you about falling asleep on him). When it’s finally time to sink to your body he’ll demand just one more orgasm from you as he finds his own end.

After, Tangerine will take a minute to admire what he's done to you. Maybe even snap a photo or two for later when he's gone on a job. Although he’ll clean up your tears and give you a little forehead kiss, that’s as far as he’ll go. He wants you to go to bed with a mess between your thighs. The thought of his cum slowly leaking out of you for the rest of the night makes him hard enough to go again. 

Ives has a purpose for edging you. Maybe it’s punishment for disobeying him or just because he knows you need it. Either way, you’re going to be handcuffed to the bed, sweaty, and begging to come by the time he's done with you. Ives is steady and calm during the whole experience, squeezing your thighs in reassurance while he reminds you that you can and will go another 10 minutes like this. 

And when he’s finally ready to let you come it won’t be with his mouth. You’ll come on his cock or not at all. He’ll sink into you slowly, relishing how you welcome him in with a fluttery little gasp, straining against the handcuffs. You’ve been empty for so long that it’s almost overwhelming to have him fill you up. But he’s not as unaffected as he likes to pretend. You can feel a tremor work through his body as he slowly rocks into you, building to deeper and harder thrusts. By the time you’re coming around him, without ever needing him to touch your clit, the bed is groaning and smacking into the wall.   

After Ives will clean you up with a washcloth and wrap his body around yours, nuzzling into your hair. You’ll fall asleep to him telling you what a good girl you were for him.

♡

Special thanks to @ryebecca and @otaku-girl-ao3 for looking this over.

You open your mouth to throw a cheeky answer back at him, but his mouth crashes onto yours before you can. The kiss turns hungry almost instantly, as if the hours you haven’t kissed each other since yesterday were something to make up for right now. One hand slips beneath your shirt, skimming up your side and over each of your ribs. You arch into his touch, your own hands finding a place in his hair. It doesn’t take long until you feel the blankets being peeled away from you. The cool air hits your skin, but both of you are too caught up in each other to really notice. “Need t'have ‘ya again,” Ives rasps against your mouth mid-kiss, his hands already making their way up your thighs to the hem of your panties. You answer by lifting your hips, letting him slide them down your legs. His big hands cup under your knees and drag your body right to the edge of the bed. “C’mere,” Ives breathes, his eyes nearly black with unfiltered want. He hauls you gently to your feet and nudges you toward the kitchen. His fingers settle possessively against the nape of your neck, guiding you exactly to where he wants you. The kitchen counter feels cold beneath your palms when he unceremoniously bends you over it. The safehouse is quiet, except for your uneven breaths and the metallic clink of his belt buckle coming loose. He works his pants open with his free hand, shoving it down enough to free himself. He rummages in a kitchen drawer next and finds a condom, tearing the package open with his teeth. He puts it on himself, his grip at your neck still steady and firm. You feel the tip of him lined up from behind. “’This alright?” he breathes, staying perfectly still, waiting for you to tell him yes. You tilt your head just enough to catch his eye. “Yeah,” you whisper. He pushes forward, your slickness making it easy for him to bottom out with a rough sigh, his jaw clenching to stop a more guttural sound from slipping out. You bite your lip, the feeling from behind even more intense than what you’ve done before with him. He moves, his hand curls tighter around the back of your neck as his hips find a rhythm that pushes your body deeper into the counter. You can’t help the desperate moan that leaves your lips, betraying how much it’s affecting you. “There it is,” Ives pants. “Ya like that?” his hips pick up the pace before he gets an idea.

He pulls out of you completely, leaving you empty. His hands find your hips and spin you around to face him, claiming your lips in a kiss. “I wanna see your face, darlin’,” he peppers kisses along your jawline. Your arms wrap around his neck and he hoists you up like you weigh nothing, carrying you not to the bed, but to the couch. Once you’re on your back, he settles between your legs, sliding into you once more. His hand curls around your throat, making you gasp softly when he starts to thrust again. “Fuck. You’re into that?” Ives voice breaks on a moan, his grip tightening a fraction to pull another one of those sounds from your lips. His thumb strokes gently over your skin despite his rough grip, letting you feel the emotional connection that lies beneath his contrasting actions. It doesn’t take long until you both tip over the edge, together. He collapses on top of you, panting like he just ran a marathon.

⊰ aftercare ⊱

does what needs to be done to make sure youre good & clean then he might be a little soft, no pillow talk though just a bit of unspoken tenderness

⊰ body part ⊱

he likes his chest & shoulders since hes worked them out to be quite strong but ives doesn't really think about it that hard. with you, he likes your legs & how you wrap them around his trim middle.

⊰ cum ⊱

on your skin. literally anywhere. hes used to things being neat, pristine, & perfect for his work so he likes to make a mess when hes able to let loose with you.

⊰ dirty secret ⊱

purposely takes on missions where he'd be able to see you, at whatever age. its not really dirty - sometimes its just so he can surprise adult!you with a visit that sets him to rights, other times he wants to see older!you in case he isn't able to take care of you later in his own life, & on occasion he'll distantly see what you were like as a kid bc he remembers all the stories you've told him

⊰ experience ⊱

tbh not a ton, his work has taken up an insane amount of time in his life so once he found you that was really all he needed & his skill mostly comes from observing what you like or just general practice with you

⊰ favorite position ⊱

ives needs to see your face & he really doesn't mind doing all the work for you so whatever you'd like darling

⊰ goofy ⊱

no, you'll get maybe a bit of softness & a few smiles but he ain't got the time to be goofy

⊰ hair ⊱

very well groomed no further comment

⊰ intimacy ⊱

YES so so so strong with the intimacy bc hes making up for lost time

⊰ jerk off ⊱

nah he ain't got the time if hes working, or a reason if he isn't working

⊰ kink ⊱

quite a few but he likes when you put a show on for him & he gets to feel special for having you like that, or vice versa where hes spoiling you with all the attention you've been missing from him

⊰ location ⊱

anywhere yall can manage but his preference is a bed bc can you imagine how fucked up his body has to be with the kind of physical exertion he goes through

⊰ motivation ⊱

seeing you is enough, especially when hes seeing you during off times

⊰ no ⊱

absolutely no impact play, gun play, knife play, ropes, or the like. nothing that reminds him of work.

⊰ oral ⊱

giver!!!! nothing can compare to you in his mouth & dripping into his beard

⊰ pace ⊱

he needs it slow & wants it slow, ives knows a thing or two about how important time is so he'd like to spend as much as hes got left on you

⊰ quickie ⊱

the exception to the above rule is if hes snuck off to visit you during a mission, so he has very little time before someone catches him

⊰ risk ⊱

this man lives by calculating risks, being smart enough to wager properly, & lucky enough to have the odds in his favor - getting caught fucking you is barely a danger to a man like him

⊰ stamina ⊱

hours on end bc he can keep himself going forever whether it's for a mission & especially if its for you

⊰ toys ⊱

no hes got all he needs to get his job done on you, youre welcome to have whatever you like for when hes not around to help you

⊰ unfair ⊱

why would he do that to you & to himself if hes finally able to be with you

⊰ zzz ⊱

⊰ volume ⊱

plenty loud, not screaming or yelling commands but he will grunt shamelessly & dirty talk you in that gruff hushed kind of voice

⊰ wild card ⊱

disagree with me if you want but i think he's okay with sharing you bc he knows hes gone a lot & doesn't want you to be lonely. also maybe kinda sorta is down to witness that or have a teammate in action.

⊰ x ray ⊱

fairly thick but id say average length. knows what to do with it too

⊰ yearning ⊱

he can yearn for a while but it's not so strong that hes desperate, typical soldier shit where he'll just keep some pictures of you on him or listen to your voice messages to tide him over

You were having an amazing night out with your friends. You went to the bar and got a new drink.

The bartender was mixing your drink when a guy who was standing near you got closer. A little too close, in your opinion, which made you try to sidestep him, but you accidentally bumped into the person on your other side. You apologised as the bartender came and gave you your drink.

With the drink in your hand, you moved to get away, but he locked you in. “Hello gorgeous,” he drawled. “What would it take for you to come home with me?”

“Please leave me alone.”

He either didn’t hear or didn’t care as he moved one of his hands to your waist, before moving it to your ass, squeezing it and pulling you closer. You winced and dropped your drink. You tried to step back and push him off you, but he pulled you even closer. “Get off me.”

“Excuse me,” a deep voice interrupted. You looked over and it was a military type man standing there, looking at the man. “Unhand her. She’s here with me.” He looked over at you.” “You alright, love?”

Using the surprise of the man, you managed to push him off and moved quickly to the military man. “Yes,” you whispered.

He gently pushed you behind him. “Leave now,” he growled at the other man.

“Look man, it’s just a misunderstanding. We were having fun, weren’t we, honey?”

He glanced over at you before he turned back to the man. “No, that’s not a misunderstanding. She was trying to push you away and even told you to get off her. Now. Leave.”

You felt movement near you and looked around to see other military types standing by your saviors side and even a couple behind you.

A few moments later, the man who saved you turned to you and looked down at you. “Are you alright?”

You started crying in relief as you got out, “yes. Thank you.”

“I’m Ives. I’m happy to be able to rescue you from that creep.”

You smiled as you gave him your name. He guided you to the table where the rest of his friends sat.

You looked around and couldn’t see the person you’d come with, which caused you to whisper, “Where did they go?”

“Who are you looking for?” You looked back over at him.

“My friend, I came here with them and I can’t see them anywhere.” You pulled your phone out and saw two notifications from your friend. When you opened it, it was a text reading, hey, saw you having fun with the man at the bar. Good on you. I found a guy too. See you in the morning.

You sighed, and looked down. “She left.”

“Your friend?”

“Yeah,” you said as you put your phone back, before looking up at him. “She thought I was having fun with the guy from the bar.”

“Not a very good friend. Only sending a message instead of checking on you and telling you in person.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I guess you’re right. They’ve always been a bit flaky.” You paused. “I think I’ll just-”

“Would you like to dance with me? We can make the best of a bad night. Or I can call a taxi or Uber, if you’d rather go home.”

“No, I’ll stay. I’d like to dance with you and maybe have some good memories to overpower the bad ones.”

He held out his hand and you took it. He led you onto the dance floor and the two of you stayed together until closing. He helped you get home, safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t hurt you. When you got to your apartment building, he walked you inside to the elevator.

Both of you exchanged numbers, with him telling you, “if you ever need help again, use it. But definitely call or text me in the morning, I’d love to be your friend.”

“Just friends?”

“No. With my work schedule, it might be better to start off there though.”

“Alright. I’ll call you tomorrow. I’ll text first though. I’m free all day.”

Neil turned to look at him confused. “What?”

“Don’t recruit them,” Ives said looking at him serious before glancing at you, busy with your book.

“What are you talking about? If we don’t recruit them, you two won’t ever meet,” he tried to make him reason.

“I can still go there and talk to them without recruiting them.”

Neil shook his head. “What is this all about?” He was starting to think it hadn’t been the best idea to take Ives with him.

Ives glanced at you then looked back at Neil and sighed. “It’s just… Our work is so dangerous, and it will bring so much pain in their life… I wish they didn’t have to go through that,” he said sincerely.

Neil understood but he knew there was no other way this could go. “I know, but they love this job, and they are our best agent, you know how much the world needs them.”

Ives sighed again and nodded. “I know.”

Neil patted his back. “Come on.”

“I’m just going to kill whoever hurts them,” he mumbled.

Neil chuckled. “I know you will.” Something caught his eye. “Oh, and take off your wedding ring.”

Ives looked at him as if he had suddenly grown two heads. “Are you crazy, they would kill me if I did.”

“I know but they can’t see you with the ring on now or they will think you are taken and won’t ever act on their future feelings,” Neil pointed out. Ives reluctantly took the ring off and put it on the chain of his dog tag.

They got up and walked to your table.

Feeling their presence next to you, you looked up and smiled at them politely. “Can I help you gentlemen?”

you asked noticing how handsome they were.

“May we join you?” Neil asked, since Ives seemed he had lost his tongue.

“Please, be my guests,” you said pointing at the free chairs around the table. You were curious to hear what they wanted from you. They clearly had a goal, it seemed as if they were on a mission.

They sat down and your eyes lingered longer on Ives. His blue eyes had captured you.

“I’m Neil and my friend here,” he gestured towards Ives, “is Ives.” You looked back to Neil and then again to Ives. “We are here to offer you a job.”

You looked at Neil wide-eyed. “What? You don’t know me, why would you want to hire me and for what job?”

“We have a feeling,” Ives said, talking for the first time and, boy, did that voice do things to you.

You stared at him. “Do you often hire people based on… feelings?” you managed to ask.

“Not exactly. We… kept an eye on you and we think you are the perfect person for the job. You would get to help a lot of people,” Neil explained, not quite satisfying you.

“Are you… are you secret agents?” you asked suspicious and a little scared. Those people had probably been following you.

“Something like that,” Neil said with a smile.

You stayed silent for a moment then gathered your things and got up. “It was very… creepy meeting you. Have a nice day, gentlemen.”

As you were leaving Ives pulled out a black business card from his pocket and handed it to you. “In case you changed your mind.”

You took it and looked at it. On one side there was written “TENET” and Ives’ name and surname in smaller letters, on the other side there was an address. You were unsure if you wanted to keep the card or not. You looked him in the eyes and decided to keep it, then you left. It was weird, you had no reason to trust them, in fact you knew that following common sense you shouldn’t trust them, but somehow you felt you could.

When you were out of earshot, Ives sighed and put his wedding ring back on. “They were right. It was very creepy, why did we do it this way?”

“Did you have a better idea?”

“I’m not the expert of recruitments, here,” he pointed out. “If I don’t get married to them it’s all your fault.”

Neil chuckled. “You already are married to them.”

It took you almost a week to finally decide to go to the address written on the card. You had looked “TENET” up on the internet, but you hadn’t find anything. So, either it was a super-secret agency, way more than CIA, KGB and MI6, or the men had lied. Somehow, the fact that there was nothing about that online, made you think that they were telling the truth. They had made quite an effort for the business cards, why not going all the way and create a website too to make their lie more believable, if they were lying? Right?

You simply couldn’t stop thinking about it and obviously the only thing you could do to be sure was to go and find out more.

You were surprised to find yourself in front of one of the most central and beautiful buildings of London. You checked the address twice to be sure it was the right one. It seemed it was, so you walked in and looked around. You spotted a receptionist behind a counter. You walked closer.

“Good morning. I’m here to see… Ives? Or Neil?” you said, sounding less sure than you would have liked.

“What’s your name?”

As soon as you told him your name, he nodded. “Please, follow me, Neil is waiting for you.”

Of course he knew you were arriving. You followed the man through a long corridor and then up the stairs. The place was quite busy, so you had to slalom between the people moving around. Some looked at you as if they knew you, other didn’t even look your way.

The two of you stopped in front of a door and your chauffeur knocked. A voice from inside, invited you in. The man opened the door and announced you, then let you in. Neil was there, standing behind a desk, smiling at you. He went around the desk and offered you his hand. You shook it and then you sat down as he had invited you to do.

He turned to the man that had led you there. “Please, ask Ives to come here, he should finish the training in a few minutes.” The man left and Neil went to take his seat behind the desk.

“I’m happy you came,” he said, and somehow you knew he was sincere.

“But you already knew I would, didn’t you?”

He smiled. He did. “I know this might sound a little odd, but I would really like for you to work with us. Our organization’s aim is that of preventing terrible things from happening.”

You stopped him before he could go on to explain whatever it was they did. “How is it possible that there is no record of your organization anywhere?”

“It’s because it is a very secret organization. Nobody can know about its existence.”

You weren’t fully convinced but you let him go on.

“Look, I think your knowledge and your abilities would be very helpful for us. Of course we would train you and brief you on everything you need to know to work with us. I can’t be any more specific unless you accept the job and pass the basic training.”

You snorted. “Of course.”

You heard the door behind you open. You turned and saw Ives coming in wearing his training clothes and he had no right looking that good in them. “You wanted to see…” he couldn’t finish the sentence because he noticed you and looked at you as if he didn’t believe you were really there and maybe a bit as if you took his breath away.

“Hey,” you let out.

He swallowed. “Hey.”

“Come in, Ives. I was telling them about the training, but I’m sure you could explain it better,” Neil said with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, I could give them a tour of the facility,” he replied, still looking at you.

“This is a great idea.” He got up and so did you. You shook hands.

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”

“Of course, you’re always very sure I’ll come back,” you pointed out.

He simply chuckled.

Ives held the door open to let you out and glanced at Neil who winked at him. Then he followed you out and closed the door behind.

“This way.” He showed you the way and you walked next to each other towards the nearest elevator.

“I don’t know what Neil told you, but I guess it’s not much,” he finally spoke as you reached the elevator, and he pressed the button.

“Nothing really. He just said that he can’t tell me anything unless I pass the basic training,” you replied.

He finally looked at you and smiled. You hadn’t seen his smile before then. It made his eyes shine. “You will.” The doors of the elevator slid open and the two of you walked in. “That is if you decide to join us, of course.” He pushed one of the many numbers. You were quite surprised to see there were so many and most of them seemed to be underground.

“And you know I’ll pass it because?” you asked arching your brow.

“Because I’d be the one training you,” he replied amused.

“Oh, I see you are all very sure of the future.”

“I guess you could say so,” he confirmed nodding.

You looked at each other for a long moment, nobody said anything. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Ives stretched an arm, inviting you to leave first. You stepped out and he followed you. You were several floors underground and everything looked very different and more modern there.

“I’ll show you how we train. It’s very similar to how they do it in the military,” he said walking closer to walls in which there were big windows that allowed to look down in a huge gym where people were either fighting or running or climbing the walls.

“See? Nothing too hard.”

“Are you saying you think I couldn’t do anything harder than that?” you asked pretending to be offended.

He smiled amused. “On the contrary, but I don’t want to scare you away.”

“Now you’re implying that I’m easily scared,” you pointed out, unable to hide a small smile.

He chuckled. “If you were, you wouldn’t be here.” He had a point.

“Come, there is more.”

You followed him through a door and found yourself in the firing range. You looked at the people that were already shooting there and for a second your mind played a weird trick on you because it seemed like instead of shooting, they were calling the bullets back to their guns. It lasted just a second, though, because then, Ives handed you earmuffs and glasses. You wore them and followed him to the nearest firing point.

“Have you ever shot before?” You shook your head. You thought he would have simply shown you how to shoot. You didn’t expect him to ask you to shoot.

“Come here,” he said in an unexpectedly delicate way. You just couldn’t resist, any doubt you were ready to voice was forgotten. You went closer to him. You took warily the gun he was handing you and he positioned himself behind you. He took your hands holding the gun in his and started explaining how to aim but you could barely focus on his words. Having him so close made it hard to think about anything that wasn’t his body pressed against your and his breath tickling your ear.

“Shoot,” he said, and you, without thinking, pulled the trigger. The bullet ended up exactly in the centre of the target, but you were sure it was all thanks to him holding your hands steady. A shaking breath left your lips and you put the gun down.

“Wasn’t hard, was it?” he asked with a smile, pulling back.

You shook your head and took off the glasses and the earmuffs. He took them and the gun and gave it back.

You took the time to calm down.

“Ready to continue?” You nodded and followed him again.

He showed you other training rooms and explained probably more than he should have but the visit ended way too soon anyway.

“I’m afraid that’s it for the moment,” he said when you arrived in the entrance hall.

You nodded. “Well, thank you. It was a pleasure,” you replied offering him your hand.

He shook it. “For me too. I hope it convinced you to join us…” he said looking sincerely hopeful. You wandered if he was like this with everyone.

You offered a small smile. “I will think about it.”

He nodded and you stepped away to leave. You were already halfway to the door when you stopped and turned to look at him. He was still standing there looking at you. “In case I refused, would I still be able to see you again?” you asked.

He hesitated and took a couple step to close the distance between you.

“That would be very hard. My life… My work is my life, and it is a work that doesn’t really allow us to have a life in the outside world… I’m not sure it would work.”