Nikto and you have always had the uncanny ability to get on each other's nerve. You had your good days, yes, but those were few and far between. He was easily irritable -you had your suspicions as to why after working with him for so long- and being paired up with him more often then not meant that his irritation was more often then not directed at you. That, in turn, made you irritable, making it some sort of viscus circle.
Today event was the straw that broke the camel's back. Nikto just had to go around undermining your authority and giving the recruits orders that contradicted your. Which is how your fist ended up colliding with his face.
“Гавно… You will regret that…”
He was far from impressed with your outburst, but you weren’t about to back down now.
"Nikto, either fuck me or leave me alone, but don't fuck with me." You said firmly, seemingly completely seriously, shoving an angry finger in his masked face.
He froze for a moment as your words processed. He hadn't expected that. He stared down at you with wide eyes for a moment before scoffing and looking away. Even with the mask covering his face, you could sense the heat spreading across his cheeks.
He crossed his arms, refusing to look at you as he tried to recompose himself. When he spoke, his voice was rougher than usual.
“Be careful… What you say.”
"I'm fully aware of what I said. You're so eager to get under my skin? Well my quarter's door is wide open."
You had no business just saying things like that.
His head snapped back towards you, annoyance very clear on his face, even if you could only see his eyes. And, obviously, you couldn't help but smile smugly at that. He took a step towards you so that he was towering over you, his gaze piercing.
“…Don’t test us. You know nothing of what you offer.” His tone was sharp as his jaw visibly tense under his mask.
"A good spanking and some clearly much needed relief." You answered teasingly.
Your words only served to further ruffle his feathers. He took another step closer, forcing you to crane your neck back just to look up at him.
“Careful… Keep talking like that and we just might accept.” His voice came out as a low and threatening whisper, his patience being pushed to its limit.
"Please do. I'm tired of you acting like a sexually frustrated ass."
Your audacity was truly astonishing. And god is it testing his patience.
“You clearly don’t know what you are asking for… You would not last five minutes with us, kitten.” He leans down, his warm breath fanning over your ear as he speaks through gritted teeth.
"Nikto, bedroom, now." You commanded firmly, rolling your eyes.
A mix of anger, disbelief, and excitement flashed through him as you made the demand. For a second it seemed like he was still going to protest, but the look in your eyes made his resolve falter.
He was very well aware he would most likely regret this. But that didn’t stop him from grabbing your wrist and quickly pulling you along with him. His long and quick strides forced you to break into a small jog just to keep up with him.
"Good, at least you still listen to orders." You chuckled out, quickly falling into step beside him.
Eventually, the two of you reached his quarters. He quickly opened the door and pushed you inside before following after, locking the door behind him.
He stood with his back against the closed door, eyeing you with a mixture of annoyance and arousal.
"Oh, don't stand there and look at me like that, мое сердце. Strip." You said with a smirk and a dangerous glint in my eyes, letting the pet name slip from my lips for the first time like sweet syrup.
His eyes widened as the Russian words left your lips, the sound of his language coming from you was… enticing, to say the least. He had never heard you speak it, didn't even think you could. He couldn't help but let out a scoff, trying to hide the way the sound of you speaking Russian affected him.
With slow and deliberate motions he shrugged off his coat, letting it fall onto the floor without care and then moving to unbutton his shirt.
"Like it? I've been practicing just for you, милый."
Gods, you really had no idea what you were doing to him. He paused for a second, only to continue unbuttoning his shirt as he responded, though his voice had noticeably gotten deeper again.
“You have our undivided attention. Continue practicing, котенок.”
"Oh, don't worry, there's going to be a lot more Russian in my mouth in a minute, it just won't be words." You said, smirk growing.
That comment alone was enough to make his brain short circuit for a second, his jaw clenching. Oh, you were trying to drive him mad, weren't you?
He pushed off the door and stalked over to you, his shirt hanging open enough to expose his muscular chest -deeply scared but oh so enticing still- as he loomed over you. He looked down at you like a predator that just caught its prey.
“On your knees, котенок.”
"Careful what orders you give, дорогой, you might regret them." You said in a sultry voice, sinking to your knees before licking a long stride over his still clothed length.
He swore under his breath as you dropped to your knees without hesitation. The way you moved, the things you were saying… It was all like you knew it would affect him.
As you ran your tongue over him his entire body tensed. He was going to lose any semblance of control.
“You… Brat… You know not what you’re asking for… We will break you, мед.”
"You'll try, doubt it will work though." You hummed out, keeping your face against in his clothed crutch as you moved to undo his belt.
There was that damn confidence again. He hated how attractive it was.
His body was coiled like a spring as you continued to challenge him. He watched you undo his belt, unable to stop the low grumble that rumbled in his chest at the sight of you. A hand reached down and tangled in your hair. He fisted the locks and gently tugged your head up, making you look at him again.
"You have a smart mouth… We intend to find better uses for it, котенок."
"Don't worry, I plan to put it to good use." You answered, pulling his pants down.
You were truly a menace. The way you were acting was downright insufferable. Nikto was used to being the one in the position of power, the one who called the shots and demanded compliance, not the other way round.
And yet here he was, watching you strip him, unable to find it in himself to stop you. Not to mention, the words you were saying, the things you were insinuating… It was making his blood run hot.
"Show us then, кот. Stop talking and prove it."
You pulled down his boxers next, letting his hardening length fall on my face.
His breathing was getting heavier. It was almost embarrassing how quick you managed to get under his skin. But he didn't have much time to dwell on it, he was too focused on the image of you knelt between his legs. Just the visual alone was doing things to him that was making his head spin.
His grip on your hair tightens as he stares down at you expectantly. His voice coming out as a low and breathy rasp, his usual accent thicker than normal.
“Proceed, котенок. Impress us.”
You chuckle, taking his half hard cock into your mouth without any hesitation. Gods, you were going to be the death of him.
His eyes snapped shut as you took him into your mouth. A guttural noise got stuck in his throat as he tried to suppress it. When he did managed to speak again his voice came out as a low and almost warning growl.
"Careful… your mouth is likely to get you in trouble, кот."
You smiled teasingly around his member, hands moving to his hips before giving him one good first suck
That goddamn smirk of yours, even with him in your mouth, you couldn't resist being a brat. The sight sent a jolt of arousal straight through him. He tightened his grip on your hair and grunted.
You could feel how he clearly wanted to use his grip on you hair to control your movement and fuck your mouth, but you didn't let him entertain the idea. You bit down ever so slightly, not to hurt him, but just to remind him where is cock was and what you could do if he didn't play by your rules. Just when he was starting to think he had you where he wanted you, you pull a move like that.
God, how he adored and despised your ability to keep him on his toes.
"Cheeky brat. You're doing this to rile us up, aren't you?"
You hummed in response, lips vibrating around him before you started to slowly move up and down.
You have an unfair ability to drive him over the edge. Every little move you made had him clenching his jaw tightly, trying to keep the noises in and some semblance of control.
Nikto looked down at you, your lips wrapped so perfectly around him. The image alone was almost dizzying. A low grunt escaped him as he tightened his grip on your hair, a silent warning that was more of a plea.
"Stop teasing and… do it properly, кот."
You keep going at that slow pace, taking more and more of his length in your mouth with each movement until you were consistently going all the way to the base, nose getting buried in his bush every time. You were trying to drive him insane. And at this rate, you were well on your way.
He gritted his teeth, watching intently as you moved. He was fighting the urge to take control, to show you who was really in charge, even with you previous warning, though a part of him was too curious to see how far you would take this.
"You… You're testing us, кот…" Another grunt leaves him as you kept going, his body tensing.
"Do you not get tired of playing with fire?… You might get burned, мед."
You stilled at the base of his cock, using the position to lick at the space between his balls and the bottom of his length. Oh, you were pushing your luck now.
He let out a low and guttural groan as you licked at him. His head falling back against the door behind him as his eyes screwed shut. It took him all his effort just to keep his hips still.
He looked back down at you. His gaze almost feral as he stared down. There was a challenge in his eyes. How far were you really going to take this little game before you gave in.
"Brat."
You were not making it easy for him, that's for sure. His patience and control were being tested constantly by you. Every move you made was calculated. Designed to drive him wild.
He gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached. The hand in your hair tightening even more. At this rate, it was going to take a miracle for him to keep his composure. He cursed under his breath in Russian, trying to stop himself from giving in to his urges.
You gave his hips a gentle squeeze, making direct eye contact as you started moving quicker. And that alone was almost his downfall. Something about the way you were watching him, he couldn't look away.
His breathing got heavier, his chest visibly rising and falling with as he tried to maintain his composure.
"Damn brat… You… You have no… idea… what you do to us…"
I move one hand from his hips to his balls, fondling then, wanting to see him fall apart.
He grunted, his hips jolting from the contact. You were really pushing him past his limit. He was a powerful man used to having power over others, and right now, you had him in the palm of your hand and you knew it. You could see the internal struggle he was having trying to maintain control.
"F-Fuu… Dammit, кот…"
You could see how close he was to snapping. One more push and it would be game over. So you smiled teasingly around his length, still looking him in the eyes as as keep moving, licking, sucking, touching, doing everything you could to make him fall apart.
The sight of you, looking up at him with that goddamn smirk on your face while you had him in your mouth, it was almost enough to undo him. He had to bite his lip to stop a loud groan from slipping out.
He cursed again as his free hand clenched into a fist. "You little…"
You pushed him to his limit, and you got the reaction you wanted. His body arched involuntarily, a guttural moan escaped his lips as he threw his head back. In an instant, he lost all pretense.
"Fuu- Fuuuck- Ah… Ч-Что вы…Что вы с нами делаете?"
He was a mess, he was completely undone, vulnerable and exposed like he hadn't ever been before while you were just kneeling there, eagerly drinking up every last drop of his release.
His knees felt like they were about to give out. He was panting, his chest heaving as he looked down at you, eyes clouded over with desire. The image of you kneeling in front of him, willingly taking everything he had to give, it was almost too much for him.
You hummed, pulling back with an satisfying pop. "Feeling better?"
He was still trying to catch his breath, trying to steady himself as he watched as you pulled back, the sight had him gritting his teeth. Damn you. He looked down at you, the remnants of his release still on your face. His gaze darkened, and he spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
"Don't get any… ideas. We're not done with you yet, котенок."
You chuckled, raising back to your feet.
"Big, sexually frustrated boys that fuck with my work get release, but no pussy." You say, opening the door behind him and pushing him out. "Try to be good for a little while and maybe you'll have more." You teased before closing the door and locking him out of his own quarters.
"What did you do to Nikto, he actually filling up his paperwork in all earnest..."
"Sucked him off and told him to beave if he wanted more." You said without any hit of shame.
König just gave you that deadpan look, really not expecting that answer from you.
"Soldier, keep fucking that man. It's an order."
