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Big Bad Wolf

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Sinister!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It's a beautiful rainy day at the Sanctum but your bored so Sinister decides to incorporate a fairy tale into the gameplay. You are all too eager to play along.

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, deep love, p in v sex, creampie, swearing, Sinister is a bit of a soft!dom, pet names, oral sex (Fem. Receiving), Fingering, No condoms, porn with plot, praise kink, daddy kink

A/N: This smutty story has been rotting in my brain since I first laid eyes on this man. His hands always behind his back like a hunter hunting down his prey. I instantly fell in love with him. He will always be my fictional husband. The song that inspired the story while I was writing is Daddy by Ramsey. I feel like it fits his character so much. Its also my first smutt fic so please be gentle with me.

I really do hope you enjoy it.

Candles flickered in the Sanctum causing soft light to dance about the walls. Lightening cracks causing heavy raindrops to beat and bleed against the window resembling the seal of Vishanti. Lounging on a velvet chair reading your favorite book you propped your feet up off the cold wooden floor. Enveloped by a thick heavy red velvet blanket, it was so warm and inviting, it couldn’t be a more relaxing day. You take a break from reading to admire Sinister across from you, his spindly legs crossed and stretched out on the chair while reading, a look of pure contentment on his face. Candlelights illuminating his sharp angular features, you couldn’t believe how handsome he was, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world. This handsome man chose you above everything in the multiverse. Looking at him with a heart full of love, you couldn’t help but notice how adorable he was while mouthing the words when he reads. Stroking his disheveled beard  he was reading what appeared to be a Fairy Tale novel bounded in thick leather. His brows always coming close together when in deep focus. Biting your lower lip you began feel a deep need that you refused to fight. You wanted him to stroke something else of yours….

Setting the book down on the small table next to you, the candles danced at the sudden movement. Stretching your arms up to give a small yawn you looked at your lover and smirked to yourself, having a better idea in mind to spend the afternoon. Standing up from the chair you wrapped the blanket around you to keep as much warmth as possible. Quietly walking towards your husband you stood behind him reading over his shoulder. Nuzzling your face into his neckline where a freckle meets the collar of his robes you bit little nips into his neck, smoothing the sharp pain with your warm wet tongue. Then taking your palms you ran them down his chest feeling the texture of his dark blue robes that covered his hard toned chest underneath. Deeply inhaling his warm flesh you couldn’t help but be intoxicated by him.

A deep moan rumbling from his throat; closing the book he sat it next to him, he clearly got the hint. “Is my kitten in need of some attention?” Responding with slight breathlessness. “I’m bored,” giving your best pouty face. Taking his scarred slender hands he rubbed them up your arms. His black wedding band shimmering in the light, he pulled you onto his lap. Lacing arms around his neck you nuzzled noses, lips just a whisper away from each other. Gazing into your eyes with deep affection he softly lunged towards your mouth kissing you in such fervent passion--with a need that your all to familiar with. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you as his bride.

 Tongue dancing lightly against your lower lip beckoning you to have them parted. You opened your mouth and invited the warmth of his tongue. The familiar sweet taste along with the scruffiness of his facial hair caused the wetness to pool in your panties. You crossed your legs over to straddle him, rocking your hips back and fourth very slowly, trying to get some friction while feeling the familiar stiffening below your ass. Pulling away from your mouth he lifted your hand that carried your matching wedding band and kissed upon it. Continuing to kiss each knuckle till he reached your palm, his beard tickling your delicate skin, only to return back to your mouth. His velvet lips began to clash with yours harder, and you both became overwhelmed with yearning. He preceded to trail love bites along your jawline leading down the your breast. Placing tiny nips along your petal soft flesh. A small moan escaping your lips you tilted your head back in sudden ecstasy, giving him more leeway to reach all of your engorges zones.

You were obsessed with his hands, but you had a soft spot for his goatee. The way it trails down your neck leaving sensitive patches of red on your flesh. His arms locking you in tightly; like you were a dream he never wanted to wake from, he always made you feel safe. Releasing yourselves to catch your breath you rest your forehead against his and you couldn’t help but profess, “Its just that…Im  really wet and I need you”. His cerulean eyes now shimmering with mischief, a smirk drawing across his lips showing a sexy grin that always made you blush. “that can be arranged darling, but I have a better plan. Why don’t we make a little game out of this day?”

Raising an eyebrow with a hint of suspicion you took the bait. “What did you have in mind?” Softly guiding  you off of his lap, adjusting his stiffening trousers he grabbed your hand and walked you past the cluttered instruments and relics scattered around the sanctum, only to stop at the foot of the wooden stairs. Feeling his soft slightly blackened digits grab your chin with his thumb and index finger he looked deep into your eyes gently stroking your chin with his thumb. “Well I was reading the most intriguing story my love, you ever play the children’s game of hide and seek? Well, my fantasy has always been to incorporate that into the fairytale The Little Red Riding Hood. I’m particularly fond of the wolf and with that blanket you look deliciously like Little Red.”With a slide of his fingers purple magic enveloped you, manifesting your loungewear into a risqué little red riding hood dress. The black corset tightly snuggling your breasts together with the cream dress barely covering your ass high up on your thighs, completing the look with a red hooded cloak, black laced garter belt and knee-high white stockings. Bending forward to adjust your stilettos you gave a twirl for Sinister, noticing his eyes widen with hunger.

He grabbed your ring finger kissing up your arm and gave you another twirl. He pulled you to his chest and Slowly laced his arms around your waist and began to gently sway together, his dark robes swishing with the movement. Craning his head down to kiss and suck on your neck, you closed your eyes leaning your head back against his strong shoulder for him to whisper into the shell of your ear “ I cannot wait to devour you, you’re absolutely delectable,” taking a deep inhale of your hair he slowly grazed his palm to lift your dress ever so slightly to reveal you wearing nothing underneath . Groping your ass giving your earlobe a slight nip emanating a squeak from your lips.

Turning around to face Sinister, you rested your hands on his chest to playfully ask, “shall we set up the ground rules? I know that must be a foreign concept for you Doctor, but its only fair.” He pulled away and slowly walked back and fourth, hands never leaving his back. Chuckling lightly he twitched his lips creating a menacing grin ,“Well my pet, the obvious thing is that I turn around close my eyes and count to one. You’ll go and hide anywhere in this haunted house, its yours for the choosing. Ill then proceed to hunt you down like the wolf that I am, and if I win I get my reward.”  Stopping dead in his tracks he slowly turned to look at you, cocking an eyebrow gazing with a hungry glare causing your cheeks to blush a deeper crimson. Feeling your heartbeat accelerate,  goosebumps were beginning to form on your flesh. You knew damn well how this was going to end and you couldn’t contain the wet heat beginning to moisten your inner thighs.

…..

You tried your best to contain your giggles while quickly scouting for a place to hide. “57 …58 …” his voice playfully trailing off in the distance. Making the best attempt to prevent your heals from clicking on the heavy wooden floorboards you came across his office. Feeling the adrenaline start to kick into your system you quickly scanned the room noticing the huge black wooden desk along with a large floor to ceiling mirror conveniently placed across from it. Hmmm thats new….Squatting down to get on your hands and knees you crawled to securely tuck yourself underneath it… perfect. Attempting to steady your breath you heard, “Ready or not here comes the wolf.” A huge smile coming across your face you covered your mouth to quiet your giggled breaths.  “Come out…come out…wherever you are…” speaking in a sing songy tone. Sinister’s heavy boots creaking on the floorboards, he was close.

Peaking a eye through the crack of the desk he finally made it into the room. Pacing slowly around looking everywhere he could think of, hands still never leaving his back. He was heavy into the game keeping a stalking pace. Like a lion hunting for his prey, he was enjoying the thrill of the chase. “You can’t hide from me kitten, you know daddy will find you eventually.”

Turning to face the desk scanning the parameters and he noticed a bit of red hooded fabric sticking out from underneath the front of his desk. Eyes now glistening, his mouth twitched into a smirk at the corner of his lips….I found you kitten. Footsteps trailed out the room, you leaned your head against the heavy wood closing your eyes to catch your breath. YES! Looks like I have outsmarted him…in the blink of an eye Sinister manifested behind the desk squatting down to face you dead into your startled eyes. You yelped loudly, “BOO! Looks like the wolf caught his little red!” he declared with a snarl. Striving to crawl out of the desk he grabbed you buy the waist, his fingers digging into your delicate soft flesh. “Your not getting away from me that easy darling, this wolf is hungry for your sweet pussy and I’ve earned my reward.”

Releasing some playful giggles he hoisted you up like you weighed nothing and firmly laid you on top of the desk. Leaning back you couldn’t help but stare into his eyes, they always shimmered a brighter blue when aroused. He didn’t waste any time diving down to your sopping heat. Devouring your nectar like a starving man he ran his hands up and down your thighs. Feeling your stockings rip and the garter belt snap, he was feral and began to use his mouth to start tongue fucking you. The long goatee felt amazing against your sensitive mound. You needed more friction and you needed it now. Peaking up from your dress, his nose and beard now glistening with your arousal he crawled up to grab your cheek; claiming your mouth as his. Tasting and smelling yourself on his tongue you both shared a loud moan. He pulled away and with a husky whisper, “Taste what I do to you darling, fuck you are a work of art.” 

You let out a whimper at his praise while moving to arch your hips begging him to go further, “Tsk tsk, Feeling impatient are we?” Speaking smugly. You bit your lip and smiled while he began stripping off his bracers to toss them aside only to proceed in rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his taut forearms. He dove back down to reach deeper into your warm center. His flattened tongue licking from the base of your entrance, landing on your sensitive bud to suck and lick with slow repeating sensual circular motions. You leaned arching your back in pleasure with a responsive moan. He was a God with his hands, but nobody can hold a candle to his tongue. Glancing to the side you couldn’t help but stare into the mirror, watching him devour you through the looking glass was highly arousing; it made your nipples start to harden and your center to moisten more.

Feeling his tongue shallowly penetrate your core he moved a hand to reach for your clit. Lifting his head to watch your pleasure, he moved his hand to caress your thighs bringing them softly back to your mound; using circular motions with his thumb to set a steady rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me kitten”, which snatched you out of your reverie only to intensely lock eyes, “yes daddy.” He released a low rough grunt of approval, taking two digits to plunge  them into your wet hole making  you groan in satisfaction. Arching his fingers pulling them in and out if you, it was causing a wet noise that sounded so obscene yet sexy. It felt like heaven. Moaning sweet nothings into the room you felt your face and chest flushed along with a warm feeling in your stomach, your climax was drawing dangerously near and he knew it. Sinister can read your body like brail and He was always a master with his hands.

Inhaling your scent he released a deep growl causing it to vibrate through your cunt making you shiver, “Fuck kitten I could just eat you alive.” He Leaned up to attempt at removing the top layer of his robes. But you shot up quickly to reach for his belt, pulling his body in between your legs, “allow me,” his arms outstretched he nodded in compliance mouth agape with pupils blown wide. You threw the red hood on top of the desk chair and began to slowly unfasten his belt in a teasing way. His lust filled eyes never leaving you, he was growling with impatience causing you to give a smirk. You loved pushing his limits. The leather belt echoed hitting the floor while you rushed to shed off the top layer of his tunic. You loved all the layers of Sinister’s wardrobe, when you fucked it was like unwrapping a present. He shed his undershirt revealing his taut lean frame that carried many scars along his chest causing you to hitch your breath. How was he always so breathtaking….placing kisses on each scar gently you released a pleasing hum, “I love you, your absolutely breathtaking do you know that.” Without missing a beat he gently guided you back down; cupping your face to trace gentle rubs along your lips planting a tender kiss on them to profess softly, “I was going to say the same thing about you…I love you more, in this life and in the next.”

Giving out a sigh of pure happiness, you sucked on this thumb making him release a animalistic growl. He always knew how to worship and make you feel like the goddess you are; he never faulted in showing it. Feeling impatient he leaned back and snapped his fingers to magic the rest of his clothing off. You couldn’t help but stare in awe, he was the perfect size and length, it was like he was crafted for you from the gods. You couldn’t wait for him to stretch your tight pussy. “Oh my, what a BIG cock you have,” playfully remembering your roll. “All the better to fuck and fill you with my dear”,  Leaning back over you to give an open mouthed kiss along your jawline. Gently tugging his goatee giggling “What BIG teeth you have,” he quickly bit into your collarbone leaving a big purple blemish “All the better to mark you with.” Giving a few jerks to stimulate himself he started working on removing your corset, the tremors in his hands struggled with the hooks on the front. Feeling him paw at your breasts through the thin fabric, “What BIG hands you have”,“All the better to fondle you my darling” While giving them a tight squeeze. 

Growling in frustration he lost his patience, taking a firm grip on both sides he ripped your corset in half causing your tits to bounce out, your whole form becoming completely exposed for him. The sudden cold made your already budding nipples unbearably stiff. You grabbed your breasts to massage and juggle them, biting your lower lip to put on a sexy show for him. Sinister growled and took your nipples and began massaging and tugging with his thumb and index fingers. With a whisper his baritone voice leaning into your ear, “Fuck your just so beautiful….my goddess of a wife, your mine forever.” Basking in the praise letting out a pornographic moan of pleasure, your eyes began to roll back and your mouth forming an O. Chuckling at your reaction, it turned him on knowing he was the only one that got you off, "you don’t seem to be scared of your bad wolf, you should know better. You know I have a big cock to fuck you with right, thats all you want, to be devoured by the bad wolf." “Yes Mr.Wolf please fuck me, fuck me hard with your giant cock” You begged. 

Hands trailing down your naked form he grabbed his cock and started to slide it between your folds, lubricating himself before he made his way into your entrance. Moaning in protest you bucked your hips up towards him, with a malicious grin on his face he was enjoying the payback. “That’s right kitten, moan for daddy.” He slid into your entrance painfully slow at first savoring every inch of you swallowing him whole. Wincing at the sharp pain of his thick veined cock stretching you impossibly full it felt sensational. Quickly pausing and looking with concern he cupped your face, “Im not hurting you am I my love?”, “Fuck no” you coaxed. Giving a wink he chuckled “that’s my girl” and snapped back into the moment beginning to pick up his thrusting, hips dipping and rocking back and fourth always hitting you just right. Shoulder and arm muscles tensing up in the heat of the moment he couldn’t help but stare at were your bodies  joined. He loved it when your cunt swallowed him whole. The sound of smacking flesh echoing in the sanctum only encouraging him to drill harder into you.

Continuing to bottom you out he grabbed both sides of the desk for leverage and stability before he started fucking you in a pace you didn’t think was possible. He repeatedly kept hitting your sweet spot over and over causing you to see white stars and your eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. Impulsively wrapping your legs around his hips, the heels helping to lock your ankles in place. “Ffffffuuuccckk.” moaning as your eyes fluttered closed. “That’s right kitten, moan for daddy”, “You feel so fucking good Stephen…so good.” Groaning at the praise he leaned over to pepper your body with kisses, never missing a thrust. Feeling your cunt stretch around him he never thought something could feel so good. Formed together your lovemaking was like heroin, one hit and you both always needed more. Keeping up the rhythm repeating his thrusts you felt your walls begin to quiver. He pulled out of you, your sopping core making a lewd popping sound causing you to stammer in protest. He walked to the big leather chair and sat down stretching his arm out to gesture his fingers in a come hither motion . “Come here my love, come fuck on daddy’s lap.” 

You slid the tattered costume off your shoulders and made your way over to Sinister, swinging your legs over to straddle him. Stroking his cock he helped position himself for you, eyes fixated on your beautiful form. Grabbing his shoulders for balance you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock causing a small hiss to emanate from his mouth. “Shit kitten, your pussy is still so tight. How are you doing this to me?” “Well Doctor your not the only one with tricks up his sleeve” winking at him you felt his member twitching inside you. Whimpering in satisfaction he tilted his head down to suck on your breast that were on full display in front of him.  He began with the right, biting hard enough to leave more purple blossoms on your flesh. He loved your breasts and he loved even more to mark you as his. Despite the universe being void of life, he still wanted you to have a reminder that you were his and his alone. He then preceded to suck tenderly on your nipple, tongue flicking and moving in circular motions. He continued on the other breast giving it equal amount of attention and care.

Feeling his facial hair tickle you he smirked against your chest to look up and gaze at you directly in your eyes. You felt a strange new sensation almost like and electric vibrating tingle on your nipple. He was using magic from his mouth to stimulate you. Emanating a needy moan from your lips. “Fuck baby this is new… it feels so…so fucking good” you tilted your head back and laced your fingers into his hair and began tugging in response. “Use me my pet pull my hair make me suffer for I am at your mercy, and you’ve possessed me with your witchcraft.” Obeying your husbands command you rocked back and forth on his cock, pulling tight on his hair causing his head to tilt back baring his teeth and delicious adams apple. Leaning down continuing to leave bite marks and hickies all over his neck marking him as well. “Fuck kitten” in a desperate filthy noise, “just like that please don’t stop.”

You carried on with your sensual pace and ground into him. Realizing to yourself that this was rough sex but this position wasn’t a fucking, Sinister wanted you to make love to him to savor every moan, every motion burning into his photographic memory. Feeling his pubic hair giving more friction to your clit you began to move back in forth at a more ardent pace. Sweat running down your chest’s Sinister was growling at this point and took the opportunity to lick the sweat trickling down your breast, simultaneously grabbing your hips to aid in guiding you. Scarred fingers digging into your flesh he began lifting your hips all the way up to the very tip and slam yourself back down, repeating the motion faster till you felt his cock twitch more. Rocking your hips in a circular motion rising yourself up and down, feeling every savory inch of his cock inside of you. He Stretched you out to the perfect form. “Im going to come but you will finish with me you got that,” you spoke with a heightened panting tone. “Anything for you my angel.” Eyes locked while nodding in agreement, you both were close to your climax, but you wanted to come at the same time. 

Trying your best to keep up the fast motions you noticed the pace was starting to wear off. Fucking him faster like a madwoman you got this sudden possession over you. Going up and down and such a insane pace, your tits bouncing up and down once again hearing the slapping of wet flesh. Keeping the heels on came in handy after all, it helped with the anchoring of your body. “That’s right little red, come on the wolfs cock. I want your mess all over me. I am right after you.” That was enough to tip you over the edge. Keeping your eyes still locked to maintain the intimacy you gave out a screaming moan feeling your walls tighten and flutter emanating a gushing sensation to flow from your core, you squirted all over his thighs. Sinister howled with pleasure and felt his climax reach, seeing stars he leaned his head back, cum spouting thick white threads of semen into your wet heat filling you whole. “Fuck.. oh my sweet girl your so good to me taking my milk. Nobody does it better then you.” Grabbing the back of your head he gave the deepest most passionate kiss in the world that nobody can ever top.

Still feeling his semi erect shaft in you you leaned your head against his with a smile of contentment catching your breath, “that was…….amazing”, taking his hands to support your back “yes yes it was, we should do this again.” Giggling to Sinister while clinging to his chest like a koala he grabbed the red hooded cloak behind him and wrapped it around the both of you, forming a cocoon. Despite his rugged persona, Sinister always loved to extend the intimacy after sex. After all, he hasn’t had human contact in many many years. Snuggling into his chest he rested his chin on top of your head. Playing with his hair as you always did after sex or before falling asleep. It was comforting to you knowing he always made you feel safe. “I don’t deserve a wife like you. You know that right.” He confessed with a soft tone. “And I don’t know what I did for the gods to bless me with such a perfect husband. Call it destiny or fate I wouldn’t change a single thing. You always deserved me. I always deserved you. You are my home Sinister.”

He hugged you tighter with the sentimental profession. You began to feel warm tears trickle on your shoulder. He never showed vulnerability with the exception of you even before the incursion. You came into his world of darkness and brought light not just into his fractured world, but his heart. He never thought he would be deserving of love again but the beauty tamed the heartless beast.You became his home and his eternal hope as well, that was something he could never repay. Wiping away his tears with a thumb you gave him a deep kiss. Soft yet tenderly parting your lips your tongues danced once again. You always wanted to show him that he was safe and that he was the only thing that mattered. Keeping the red hood wrapped on he pulled out of you causing you to wince. He swooped you up bridal style and began to walk towards the door. “Where are we going?” You asked nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck with a sleepy tone. “Were taking a long lavender soaked bath, we deserve it and then I’m taking you to bed. We can worry about sleep later.” “I love that idea Steven”, “ and I love you, I love you in every universe (y/n)…..always have and always will.”

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"Starstruck"

Original gifs by @kamillahn

Aleksander Morozova x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Praise kink, size kink, mentions of semi public sex, bit of a choking kink, bit of manipulation (come on guys, this is the darkling here), mild self esteem issues.

After a night of drinks with friends in a strange country, you let a tall, dark and handsome stranger take you home. The next morning, you discover you slept with a super star.

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You tried not to make a sound as you scouted the bedroom for your underwear. The early morning glow filtering through the blinds that in your enthusiasm you had failed to close, provided you with barely enough light to find your sparkly dress, but your cream colored panties, so close in shade to the plush carpet under your feet, were another thing completely. Giving up, you sighed, getting up from the floor. It was useless, the panties were probably as ruined as the torn thighs in your hands anyway. Tall, dark and handsome please-call-me-Sasha had been very thorough in his wreckage of you the night before.

Leaving such a path of destruction behind was apparently, exhausting, because said man was currently snoring softly, hugging his pillow, looking far too innocent for someone who had done such wicked things to you in that very same bed -not to mention the elevator, or the ride home, or the bathroom bar before that- not even a handful of hours ago, and far too beautiful for your poor heart. Tearing your eyes away from that angelic sight was almost as hard as tearing yourself from his arms five minutes before, but you forced yourself to do it. He wasn't yours to keep, and though he had been very passionate about you last night, who knew what his reaction to you would be in the harsh light of day.

You told yourself it wasn't cowardice, you simply would rather to keep your memory of him and your perfect one night stand like that, perfect than have it tainted by the regret in his face when he woke up to... well, you. You also told yourself it wasn't a self esteem issue either, you considered yourself an average, moderately attractive woman. The thing was, he wasn’t moderately attractive. He was drop dead, hollywoodesque, carved by the gods cliché level of hot.

Yes, better to save yourself and him the awkwardness of the morning after and leaving before he woke up. Besides, you had a day full of bridesmaid duty ahead of you, the sooner you could get back to your hotel, the better.

If only you could find your other boot...

And maybe a hoodie or something to borrow, you didn't mind (much) the walk home in last night's dress, but you didn't really fancy to freeze in the glaciar air of Ravkan early spring mornings either. 

It looked like divine providence when you located both items in the reading nook by the window, all you needed to do was navigate around Sasha's side of the bed without waking him, and the task didn't seem a difficult one, considering all you had to do was walking barefoot on a very plushy rug to the other side of the room. In a couple of seconds, your treasure was within reach and you were bending down to grab your elusive left boot, grey knitted hoodie already in hand, when you saw it.

There, greater than life, staring right back at you through the windowpane from a gigantic billboard across the street, was your one night stand's face. Sure, the hair was longer, darker and the beard was thicker but there was no possible mistake, no chance of it being a simple, if uncanny, resemblance. Not when that face sported the same cupid's bow, the same onix eyes, hell, the same freaking beauty mark under his left eye. And it was really dramatic too, his tall figure, all clad in black in medieval period clothes, huge green characters against a dark background announcing "Aleksandr Morozov is The Dark One". Your limited knowledge of the Cyrillic alphabet prevented you from reading the name of the movie but one thing was clear: This wasn't a small or independent production, this was big, this was mainstream, a lot of money had to be involved for such a massive sized campaign. And for him to be the focus of it, for his name, albeit unknown to you, to be advertised like that, as big as the name of the movie, it could only mean that his name had weight, that it was as important as the movie or show they were promoting. 

You had slept with a freaking movie star. 

Suddenly, the luxury surrounding you was so conspicuous, so glaringly obvious you wondered how you hadn't noticed before. The soft hoodie in your hands was high quality cashmere, the luscious carpet under your feet probably real fur, the books lining the bookshelves, precious first editions. 

Jesus, had the opulent car that had taken you there the night before been his car, his chauffeur instead of an Uber ride like you had originally thought?

You were so stunned, so lost in thought, you didn't even notice your date was awake, until a hand shot through the air, quick as a whip, catching your wrist. 

In two movements, you were flat on the bed, sleepy, irresistibly disheveled, completely naked Aleksandr Morozov hovering over you.

"Where do you think you're going, malyshka?" 

In complete disconnect from your still short circuiting brain, melting twice over because he was there, so handsome and so close -and had you mentioned, naked?- you opened your mouth. 

"You're famous" 

A beat of silence. Then two. Until he finally grinned, easy and charming and handsome as the devil. 

"I am. Is that a problem?" 

He said it casually, smirk still firm on his face, but his eyes betrayed him. There was something guarded, something almost sad about them then, something that made your gut twist with guilt, your cheeks heat with embarrassment. 

"No, of course not!" You scoffed, searching for the right words to reassure, to comfort. 

But he was already over it, if the way he dived to kiss your neck was any indication, as the hand not braced against the mattress stroked the contours of your body, skimming the side of your breast, caressing the curve of your hip, splaying on the outside of your thigh, down and down until his fingers found your knee, hooking on the back of it to bend your leg around his slim hips as they pushed your thighs apart. 

"I- I have to go…" You stammered as his hand found its way to the inside of your thigh. 

"Do you, now?" Was that amusement in his voice?

“Yes. Ana, my friend, is getting married the day after tomorrow and I can't just bail on her when-” He swallowed the rest of your sentence, kissing you, open mouthed and slow, managing to make it dirty and sweet at the same time. Sensual. 

You couldn't remember anyone kissing you quite like that before, with such artistry, such abandon. As if the kiss wasn't a preamble or a means to an end, but a sexual act in and of itself. 

“You taste like my toothpaste” He growled into your mouth, before slipping his tongue past your lips again, chasing the flavor, hips undulating against yours so languidly, so softly, you doubted he was even aware he was doing it. 

You hated yourself for ending the kiss even as your lungs burned from lack of oxygen, but as you broke it and let air fill your lungs, so did your head fill with clarity and you remembered the long day of bridesmaid duty you had ahead of you.

“Im sorry, I really am” You lamented, sincerely, “I'd love nothing more than staying and spending the morning with you, but I really have to go”

Aleksander didn't seem to hear it, though, staring intently at you, index finger tracing the line of your brow, the bridge of your nose, your cheekbone, as if trying to commit your face to memory. 

“Sasha? Sasha! Are you even listening to me?”

Aleksander shook his head,

“Sorry” He didn't sound sorry at all, “It's just, you are truly beautiful in the daylight”

You felt your cheeks get warm again, so you buried your face against his neck, the way his breath hitched not escaping your notice. So, his neck was sensitive, interesting.

No, you couldn't let yourself get distracted again. You had to return to your life, had to get out of there before things could get any further. It was one thing to sleep with the sexiest man you had ever met under cover of darkness, with alcohol blurring his perception and your inhibitions. To let him fuck you completely sober in broad daylight was an entire different beast. 

“I mean it, Sasha, I have to go”

He let his whole body weight fall on you, trapping you under him. 

“I'm afraid I can't let you go, malyshka” He replied, not looking at you anymore, focused instead on the place where his hands were pushing up your already short dress till it was indecently bunched around your hips. 

“Why not?” You questioned, even as you let his fingers slide between your legs, find the wetness already seeping there for him. He didn't comment on your lack of underwear, which made you suspect he knew exactly what had happened to your panties and their whereabouts. 

"Because" He started as his index and middle fingers grazed your slit, coating them on your slick before coming up to rub circles on your clit, a rhythmic, electrifying friction sending sparks up your abdomen in record time, "I'm supposed to be dating my co-star, and as much as I like this pretty little dress of yours, if a paparazzi or a fan sees you leave my house in it, we'll both be in big trouble…" 

Your hand was on his wrist in an instant, trying, inefficiently, to halt his movements.

"Wait, you have a girlfriend??"

“It's not real, moya malyshka” He appeased, soothingly petting your head in a deeply patronizing gesture, “it's all make believe, publicity for the show”

Offended by his condescension, you batted the hand still patting your hair away, but he chose that moment to breach your entrance, just barely, only burying his fingers to the first knuckle, yet enough to send a wave of pleasure through your lower belly. 

“I'm only asking you to have a little patience,” You tried to focus on his words but it was really hard when he kept teasing your entrance like that, penetrating you less than an inch at a time and withdrawing his fingers again, only to caress your labia, your slit, your clit with a butterfly's wing pressure. “Just wait here until I can call my assistant to bring you some casual clothes, so if someone sees you leave here, at least it won't be so obvious you spent the night…” He rolled your clit between the pads of his fingertips then, making your eyes roll back. “Just a couple of hours, what do you say, pretty girl? I promise I'll make it worth your while…”

It did sound like a logical course of action, you were sure that made sense, or as much sense you could make of something with his hands driving you to distraction like that.

“Just… just a couple of hours?” It was pretty early anyway, your friends would probably sleep till noon, nursing their own hangovers, they wouldn't even notice your absence.

“Just a handful of hours” He brought his thumb to the mix, ghosting it over your most sensitive nub of nerves.

“Oh… ok” You sighed, giving in.

“There's a good girl” You could hear the smirk in his voice but couldn't find it in yourself to care, not when he rewarded you by burying his fingers inside you to the hilt wasting no time in starting to pump them in and out, thumb rubbing at your clit expertly, multiplying your pleasure to eleven right then and there. He seemed to relish in the noises leaving your throat, whispering praises in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. “That's it, just like that, let me take care of you. I can make it good for you… let me make it good for you…”

“Yes…”

His strokes changed then, exploring, searching your tight, wet heat for something. You knew the moment he found it because sparks exploded behind your eyelids, making you whimper and moan, and writhe. He pinned your hips to the bed with his other hand, keeping you in place as he intensified his assault, picking up the pace. 

It was almost embarrassing, how quickly you had become such a mess in his hands. 

"So beautiful… so responsive… God, you're perfect" 

You had never been one for praise kink, but his words in that voice, so deliciously husky with desire, was doing something to you. Something that obliterated your brain function better than any drink ever did. 

"Yeah, just like that… ride my hand just like that, looks so sexy… Fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen…" 

You had no idea when you had started following the movements of his fingers with your hips but you were glad he liked it; you didn't think you could stop if you tried, you were too close, too far gone.

"Wanna see you ride my cock just like that… think you can do that for me, malyshka?"

You nodded not really processing his words, you would have done anything he asked of you at that moment, that was why it was so disorienting to suddenly find your positions reversed, with him laying on the bed on his back, and you manhandled until you were straddling his lap.

"Are you ready for it, malyshka?"

A quick look down told you you weren't. Objectively, you knew you had already managed it the night before, but you hadn't seen it. Now, faced with the dimensions, the sheer girth of the appendage he called his dick, you froze.

Obviously, Aleksander noticed your hesitation.

"I know, printsessa, I know. It's too big for you isn't it?" 

You felt yourself nodding, eyes drawn back to where his hand was stroking his length leisurely. You had the distinct impression he was showing off for you. Bastard. 

"But you can take it, I know you can. You took it so well last night…" There it was again, that damned praising that made you want to do anything he said, fly yourself to the moon and back, only to get to hear that sinful voice call you a good girl again. So you let him notch the flared head of his cock to your entrance but didnt push inside, letting you take control, take your time, which you were grateful for because the stretch of his tip alone felt like almost too much, soaked and eager as you were.

You lowered yourself slowly, feeling every inch, every ridge and vein, watching in satisfaction as his eyes rolled back inside his head, as his hands flew to your asscheeks like he needed the purchase. Like he was as affected as you were. The little groans leaving his mouth motivated you to keep going whenever the strain threatened to be too much, until you were sat flush to his pelvis. You took a moment, then, as much to get used to him, to the feeling of being filled to the brim by his massive cock, as to center yourself. 

When you finally felt ready to start moving, you opened your eyes to find him staring up at you, slack-jawed, as if awestruck, as if he couldn't believe such a tight fit either. Rocking your hips just a little proved enough for his mouth to fall open completely, the most pornographic sound you had ever heard resonating through the room and searing itself onto your brain.

This man was going to be the death of you. 

“Just like that… fuck, you feel so good”

You wanted to tell him the same, wanted to tell him how incredible his cock felt inside of you but your voice was stuck in your throat, mouth open, fixed in a silent oh. Your silence didn't deter him though, because he kept whispering dirty nothings as your hips picked up their rhythm, hands grabbing at your thighs, your ass, your hips, everywhere he could reach that was unimpeded by your dress, adding fuel to the fire already burning low on your belly thanks to the maddening friction of his pubic hair scraping your sensitive clit as you rocked on top of him.

It wasn't enough.

To be stuffed full of him, to have his mesmerized attention, his hands on you. No, you were greedy, hungry. You wanted more. You wanted everything.

So you took the hem of your sequined dress and lift it over yourself, revealing all of your body to Aleksanders ravenous gaze. 

“Ara, moya malyshka… yes, take it all off!” Aleksanders hands flew immediately to your ribcage, traveling up to seize your breasts, squeezing the handfuls and making your head fall back in pleasure. “I knew youd look beautiful sitting on my cock, krasotka…”

“Sasha…” You managed to plead.

“Do you need something, malyshka?” 

You nodded.

“Do you need more? Do you need me to fuck you?”

“Yes” you were not above begging, “Sasha, please…”

He didn't reply with words, instead, he snaked an arm around your back, holding you to him as he sat up and started moving you up and down his cock one handed, the other cupping your face, holding you in place as he devoured your lips. Your own fingers searched, blindly, gripping at his dark locks, trapping him as much as he was trapping you, if only to have something to brace yourself against the slight sting of being stretched almost to your limit, the abrasion of his cock pistoning in and out of you, reaching deep, impossible deeper with every upward thrust. 

“Sasha…” You exhaled into his mouth, and he breathed it in, as drunk with passion as you felt, little moans in tandem with yours. 

You could feel it building already, every impact of his thighs against your ass, of his pubic bone against your clit hurtling you up higher and higher, a climb that almost frightened you, you weren't sure you would survive the fall.

But there was no stopping it, no way to fight it, not when Aleksander let go of your mouth just to lock his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling with far less skill, far less self control than he had shown as he fingers you open, biting on your little nub with enough force to hurt, to really send a sharp pang of pain that echoed through your body mixing and blurring with the pleasure until you didn't know which was which, until you didn't know if you wanted to lean into it or get away. 

The decision was made for you (or maybe there was never a decision to make) anyway, as his thrusts found that elusive little spot his fingers had already conquered before, and you were falling, abruptly and unprepared,  coming with such force you thought you'd might break apart, come undone at the seams, shattered by the force of an orgasm so powerful even Aleksander felt it, hissing at the vice like grip of your cunt strangling his cock as your climax rippled through you. 

"Fuck! Just like that, come all over my cock, Malyshka, give it to me, let me feel it…" 

You could tell he was close too, his movements faster, more erratic and found that you wanted it, wanted to feel him come inside you, feel him fall apart with you. 

So you reach out, wrapping your hands around his neck, and squeezed, crushing his pipeline, until his words were nothing more than an unintelligible wheezing, until his eyes widened and his face went red with lack of oxygen. 

Until you felt his cock pulsate inside you and the liquid warmth of his come paint your womb. 

You collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs, chest to chest, heartbeats pounding in unison, both shipwrecked by the intensity of what had just happened.

"You know," You panted, after a few minutes, "If your evil masterplan was using sex to stop me from leaving… it totally worked, I can't even move my legs'' 

His only response was a far too self satisfied laugh.

***

"Are you sure, Ivan?"

You were standing naked on the heated tiles of Aleksander's bathroom, tapping away on your phone as he ran a bath for both of you (you had insisted on a shower at first since it would have been quicker, but one glance at his colossal labradorite bathtub had obliterated all your resistance). The entire bridal party had watched you leave the impromptu Bachelorette's with "the Aleksandr Morozov lookalike" and were now demanding details, the dirtier the better. 

"... and there isn't anything you can do? Well, can't you ask Alina for help?"

That name you did know: Alina Starkova's face was everywhere, starring in the campaigns of every luxury brand from Bvlgari to Lancome. You simply had thought she was a new supermodel, up until half an hour ago you had no idea she was an actress, let alone Sasha's co-star and fake girlfriend. 

That you were absolutely not jealous of. No, if the name made you lift your eyes from your phone screen, it was mere interest. No pang of annoyance or anything else remotely unpleasant. That was ridiculous, you didn't even know the woman.

Aleksander was pacing the bathroom, as naked as you but somehow managing to still look regal af, even as he closed his eyes and pinched at the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

"Fine. No, seriously, it's ok…" the rest of his sentence was spoken in a ravkan so fast you had no hope of translating, but when he was done, he put his own phone away and turned to you.

"Was that your assistant?" 

"Yeah, Ivan" He confirmed, sighing, "I'm sorry, malyshka, but apparently there's a handful of paparazzi camping on my doorstep, I'll have to ask you to stay a little while longer while we figure out what to do about them" He sounded sincerely apologetic, "You don't have to say yes, of course, and I would never force you to stay, but you would really, really spare me a scandal if you do" 

You frowned, and his face fell even further.

"You keep calling me that, but I don't know what it means"

It was his turn to frown a little, in confusion, 

"What? Malyshka?"

You nodded. He smiled, just a little bit, taking a step towards you, into your personal space.

"It means 'babygirl'"

You scrunched up your nose,

"So what, I'm supposed to call you 'daddy' in return?" 

"Of course not," He replied, wrapping his arms around you, "just call me papa"

"Ugh, no way!" You batted away at his chest, but couldn't disguise the smile trying to break free. If it was a little goofy, well, no one had to know "I'm not calling you that, you dirty old man!"

"We'll see…" He shrugged, noncommittal, before bending to kiss your smirk off your face, "Wait, so, you're not mad?"

You shook your head, rising to your tiptoes to kiss him again.

"Nah, it just means we have more time in the bathtub" He hummed at that, hand on the small of your back traveling lower. "To wash!" You admonished. He didn't look chastised at all. "And after that… you can make me breakfast"

His smile was real this time, big and open.

"Of course, anything you want… Papa will give his malyshka everything she wants"

"Ew, stop!" 

His laughter filled the bathroom, and your heart, with warmth. 

The end?

😔

what do you do when you like someone you've just met, but they're so mature and similar and just all your thoughts into one person? but they're unwilling to text first, get to know you, but they're such a shameless flirt? does that mean you've finally met your match or does that mean that the cosmos has sent you someone that is an exact reflection of you that you can't help but fawn over.

but then you realise all this and you're like, oh shit. am i a red flag or its just another person, get over them, sideline them and go fucking study for your finals.

please. have mercy.

All hail Sally Jackson👑

Everyone in the argo II having big mommy issues because their moms are either dead or absent or just bad person

Meanwhile percy: 🎶🎵 my mom, there no else quite like my mom🎵🎶

They dressed on theme I’m gonna cry that IS Grover and Annabeth and Percy irl these kids deserve the WORLD

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Uncle Sasha

Pairing: Modern!Aleksander Morozov x Fem!Reader

Summary: Despite your insistence that Aleksander is not your uncle, Alina is still under the impression that you have a very hot uncle.

Warnings [18+]: Aleksander rubs sun lotion over the reader’s body, alcohol consumption, reader is very desperate for Aleksander.

My Masterlist

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“Your uncle is so hot.”

Glancing up from your book, you frown at Alina as she slumps herself down on the sun lounger next to you. Looking around in puzzlement, you soon find your three uncles gathered around the barbecue with your dad. Your nose wrinkles at the thought of your friend finding any of them attractive. Nevertheless, your curiosity gets the better of you, and you ask,

“Which one?”

“The one that’s looking at us right now.” She looks down hurriedly, a blush coating her cheeks. Your frown deepens, and you scour the yard in search of anyone looking your way.

Then your eyes meet Aleksander’s. The corner of his mouth quirks into a half smile, and your stomach flips. You offer him a shy smile of your own, before forcing yourself to laugh as you turn back to your friend.

“He’s not my uncle.” She looks up at you with confusion in her eyes.

“But Harry called him Uncle Sasha.” You smile.

“All my cousins call him Uncle Sasha.” You shake your head. “Aleksander Morozov - he’s one of dad’s business partners.”

You had never called him Uncle Sasha, and you had always argued that the nickname was for the younger kids, after all, he wasn’t actually your uncle.

“So he’s rich too?”

You give her a scolding look, but she simply rubs her hands together conspiratorially which draws a more genuine laugh from you. Then she unties the strings at the back of her bikini top. Your jaw drops.

“Alina, what are you-“

She only giggles in response.

“Rub some lotion on me will you?”

She then winks and lies down on her front. Giving both you and Aleksander a clear view of her ass, and the tiny triangle of fabric she’s wearing as bottoms. You don’t move for a solid three seconds, too astounded by what she’s asking for - and why.

Squirting some sun lotion onto your hands, you feel a little self conscious that you’ve been drawn into this plan of Alina’s to attract Aleksander’s attention. You can feel his eyes on you, and you do your best not to look at him.

Instead, you focus on smoothing your hands over Alina’s soft skin. Of course Aleksander would look over at her. You move your thumbs in circles as you rub the lotion in, almost massaging her, and her hips shift slightly.

She lifts her head up, turning towards you.

“You should put a little under my waistband. Just in case.” Your mind is far too scrambled with embarrassment and anxiety to notice her glancing over to meet Aleksander’s gaze.

Smearing more lotion on your hands, you carefully lift up the waistband of her bottoms and run your hands along the length of her waist. You pray that your parents, or any other family member for that matter, aren’t looking over at this point. You’re consumed by these thoughts, until a shadow passes over Alina’s body, bringing you back to reality.

Then you hear a warm, silky voice say,

“Good afternoon ladies.” You look up and meet Aleksander’s dark eyes.

From your position on the sun lounger, you’re eye level with his crotch, and you know he sees your gaze flicker down briefly. Alina sits up with a dazzling smile.

“Thanks, love. Will you do me up?”

You fumble with the strings as Alina directs her attention to Aleksander.

“Mr Morozov, isn’t it?”

“Yes, and you must be Alina.” She brings one of her knees up to her chest, curling her arms around the folded limb as she grins.

“You’ve heard of me?”

“Only good things I assure you.”

Your cheeks warm as you remember you had briefly told Aleksander that you’d invited Alina over. It had only been a passing conversation - as all your conversations with Aleksander were.

He turns his attention back to you.

“Would you like some help with that milaya?” He asks, gesturing down to the bottle of lotion that you’re currently fiddling with. “We wouldn’t you to get burnt either, now would we?”

You blink up at him, and he shakes his head slightly with widened eyes as if he were miming the response he wanted from you. You hurry to shake your head in response, before adding a small,

“Please.”

He settles on the lounger next to you, his long fingers curling around the bottle and you turn to face Alina so that Aleksander can apply the lotion to your back. Alina pulls a face that shows you what she thinks of you not being brave enough to lie down on the lounger - completely at Aleksander’s mercy. You stick your tongue out in response.

Aleksander observes the encounter quietly as he smooths the lotion over his palms.

“I gather that the two of you are close?” He says, and prevents you from answering as his cool fingers rub over your shoulders. Alina answers him instead.

“We’ve known each other since high school.”

Aleksander’s hands are large, and feel so much better than yours must have felt to Alina. He takes his time, running over the length of your back. You hardly breathe when his fingers dip under your waistband, and you wonder if he likes what he sees.

Aleksander’s fingers trace along the curve of your spine, and you squirm. Alina knows you better than you know yourself. So, when she had seen you look at Aleksander she knew you wanted him. You can see the mischief in her eyes as Aleksander continues to touch you. She looks sickeningly pleased with herself as she picks up the book you were reading.

It’s only Aleksander’s voice that pulls you away from her gaze.

“Turn around milaya, let me do your front.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to, I can do-“

“Nonsense. Let me.”

Aleksander’s tone leaves no room for argument, and Alina looks thrilled at the prospect. So, on shaky legs you turn and face Aleksander. He gives you a fond smile that makes your embarrassment seem worthwhile. That is until he puts his hands back on you.

He smooths over your neck, fingers curling ever so slightly around your throat, and you know he sees the glazed look in your eyes.

“You’ve missed a spot.” Alina says lightly, and you shoot her a glance. She only grins at you, turning a page with a delicate finger.

Aleksander pays her no mind as he slides his fingers under the straps of your bikini top, and you try your hardest not to squirm. His touch is featherlight against your collarbones, and you want to arch into him.

He squeezes more lotion onto his palm which he then spreads over your stomach. You jump at the contact and a small gasp leaves your lips. Aleksander looks at you, there’s concern in his eyes, but he raises a brow as if he’s scolding you for squirming.

“Sorry. Just cold.” You mumble. The corner of his mouth quirks into a smirk.

In a few smooth motions, Aleksander has covered your thighs in lotion, and you hold you breath for the entire time. When he’s done he looks back at your face, no doubt taking in your wide eyes and rapidly expanding chest.

Alina grins, leaning over your lounger with a towel, before passing it to Aleksander.

“Say thank you to Uncle Sasha.” She teases.

His dark eyes meet yours, and your cheeks are aflame. You’ve never called him that. But the words are right there on the tip of your tongue, your lips already parted to say it aloud. Then your mom calls out your name. You sigh in relief and scramble up away from them both.

“I’ll be right back.” You tell them, knowing it’s a lie.

You spend the rest of the day avoiding them both.

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It gets worse from that moment onwards.

Your crush on Aleksander had always been a secret - it was a private fantasy of yours that you never even dreamed of acting upon.

After the encounter during your family barbecue, Aleksander doesn’t stop plaguing your life.

You’re half asleep, drinking your morning tea in your parents’ kitchen, enjoying the peace before you sister and her children arrive to wreak havoc on the house. As you lower the mug from your lips you nearly choke on the liquid already halfway down your throat. Aleksander raises a brow at you as he waltzes into the kitchen with messy bed head, wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts.

“Aleksander, what are you doing here?”

“Good morning to you too milaya.” He says breezily as he opens up the cupboard beside you to pull out some bread. You watch, in something akin to disbelief, as he makes toast.

Why does he look more comfortable in your family home than you do?

“Did you sleep well?” He asks you. No you most certainly did not. Every time your eyes fluttered closed, ready to sleep, the feeling of Aleksander’s hands gliding down your body in strong firm motions haunted you. You decide to deflect,

“You haven’t answered my question.” He raises a brow at you as you sit at the kitchen island. You open the tub of cereal and pour yourself a bowlful. “What are you doing here?”

He glances down at the plate in front of him, as he spreads jam over his toast.

“I’m making toast.” He lifts his eyes up to meet yours, and there’s a playful twinkle in their depths. Your mouth parts. You don’t know how to respond. Of course you knew he was capable of being charming and funny, you had seen him play with your cousins, nephews, and nieces.

But he had always seemed so reserved around you. Your conversations had been limited to small talk, that you had replayed over in your mind for hours afterwards, chastising yourself for being so painfully shy.

Aleksander seems to take pity on you, and fills the silence with a more genuine answer.

“Your father and I were working on some contracts, late into the night, and he offered me the guest room. What time did you arrive?”

“Just after midnight.”

His brows crinkle, then he nods,

“I must have just missed you.” You fiddle with your spoon, spinning the pieces of cereal around in the bowl.

You don’t know how you would have reacted meeting Aleksander on the landing as you made your way to your room last night. Perhaps you would have slept better knowing he was in the house. Maybe you would have slept worse.

You throw a spoonful of cereal into your mouth, trying to think of something to say once you’ve finished munching.

“Did you finish the contracts?” He nods before he glances at the clock.

“I’ll be going in to submit them soon.”

“Today?” He nods again, slowly this time. “But it’s a Saturday.” He laughs softly, and you almost melt into a puddle on the floor.

“It won’t be for long milaya. I’ll back before you know it.”

“You’ll be back?”

“Your mother invited me to dinner.”

Oh fantastic.

Aleksander finishes his breakfast quicker than you, mostly because you spend more time playing with your food than eating it. You usually don’t eat much for breakfast, but in your nervousness you’d poured a ridiculously large bowl for yourself.

You hear the floorboards creak as he makes his way upstairs, and hear the guest room door swing open. There’s small rustling sounds, then he walks across the landing and into the bathroom. The door shuts, and you hear the lock click behind him. It’s only once you hear the shower water running that you breath a sigh of relief, and feel free to move around your own house.

He’s fully dressed when he emerges from the bathroom. A crisp white shirt which clings to his body in all the right places, dark formal pants and grey socks. Dark hair slicked back, but not too much, so you can still dream about ruffling it with your fingers. He’s the picture of perfection.

You suddenly feel very silly standing outside in the hallway wearing your pyjamas, with a bundle of clothes and a towel tucked against your chest. He acknowledges you with a nod and a small smile as he passes you in the hallway, before assuring you that he no longer needs the bathroom.

The entire room smells like Aleksander. You had noticed the small toiletries bag nestled under his arm, but you had assumed it just had simple necessities like his toothbrush and toothpaste.

Not his shower gel, or shampoo. The room is still warm from his shower, and you want to bask in the warmth of Aleksander’s scent. You wonder if this is what his bathroom smells like. Then you shove those thoughts away violently.

You don’t care what Aleksander’s bathroom smells like.

You don’t.

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Aleksander was right, he was back before you knew it.

The weather isn’t as hot as the day of the barbecue, but the shorts and tank top you’re wearing today seemed appropriate. But as your youngest nephew tugs on the front of your top you realise your mistake. Luckily Aleksander scoops the boy up, rescuing you from disaster.

You smile gratefully at him, pretending not to notice how his eyes flicker down as you adjust the straps of your tank top.

“Thank you.” You say quietly.

“You’re welcome.” Then he turns to the child in his arms. “Now young man, we don’t take a lady’s clothes off without her permission. Isn’t that right milaya?” Your cheeks burn and you can’t respond, then you manage to fumble out a small nod.

“Very right.”

You keep yourself busy for the rest of the day, and away from Aleksander. But he seems impossible to escape.

When your mom tells you that the family is going out for dinner, and that Aleksander is invited, you breathe a sigh of relief. At least there’s no chance of you being left alone with Aleksander. So, you dress up nicely and wait by your car.

Because he’s a perfect gentleman, Aleksander helps your sister get her kids into your car, and gives you a small smile before he joins your parents in their car. Your heart is still pounding as you pull out outside the restaurant.

“Reservation under Morozov?” You say to the waiter, and he nods immediately and guides you over to a table. Everyone else is already seated. Meaning there’s only a few chairs left, namely one in front of Aleksander, and one next to Aleksander. You hesitate. Which one will be easiest for you to function at?

The decision is taken from you as your sister sits down in front of Aleksander. Meaning you take the seat beside him. He smiles at you as you sit, and warmth tingles through your body.

He spends the entire evening being ridiculously charming, and ridiculously attractive, and ridiculously funny. Aleksander doesn’t seem like a man with a sense of humour, but he’s often so quick witted it startles you. You find yourself laughing far too much at his jabs and remarks.

So, by the time you return home, you’re incredibly annoyed with him. And yourself. But mostly him. How dare he be so attractive and unattainable?

All you want to do is get into bed and escape this entire day. You hope that Aleksander will be driving home tonight, but you doubt it.

Then your parents ask you to join them for a drink in the living room, and you can’t refuse them. Aleksander sits in the armchair usually frequented by you. The armchair that you used to curl up on and read until your parents forced you to go to sleep.

The evening light casts a glow around him, and you swallow a large amount of wine in an attempt to stop thinking about him. You’re unsuccessful. As your parents and sister talk amongst themselves, all you can think about is Aleksander.

Your sister is the first one to leave, with her small gaggle of children you all know she needs the rest. Then your parents head up to bed. Leaving you alone with Aleksander.

Neither of you talk. He simply watches you, and you continue to drink as a means to distract yourself from the fact that he’s watching you. It’s only as you’re reaching for the rest of the bottle that he speaks, leaning forward to rest his hand over yours.

“I think you’ve had enough tonight milaya.”

“Oh you do?” He raises a brow at your tone, and heat pools between your legs.

You wonder what would happen if he let you continue drinking. Whether it would give you confidence to finally sit in his lap and kiss him senseless. Or better yet, to kneel at his feet, undo his trousers, and pull out his co-

“Fuck!” You hiss quietly, pressing your hand against your face as you realise where your thoughts had been going. Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you nod enthusiastically as you agree with him. “I’ve had enough.”

“Would you like me to help you upstairs?” You nod, your eyes still closed in a dizzying mixture of shame and arousal.

“Please.”

His hand is on the small of your back as the two of you head upstairs, and you can feel his eyes on you. The warmth of his palm soaks through your dress, and you wish you could feel his hands all over you. You stumble slightly as you reach the door to your bedroom, and Aleksander catches you. His body presses yours against the doorframe, your chest flush with his. His eyes flicker down to your lips.

For a moment you think he’s going to kiss you, and your mind is filled with thoughts of him driving the air from your lungs with a searing kiss. Of him driving you hard against the wall, then carrying you to your bed to fuck you.

Aleksander takes your chin between his fingers, looking deep into your eyes. Anticipation claws at your skin, you need him so badly it hurts. He leans in and your eyes close, eager for him take.

Then he turns his head, and presses his lips to your cheek. The ghost of a kiss that makes you whimper. He closes his eyes, as if he’s memorising the sound. Or steeling himself to resist it. You don’t know which is worse.

“Sleep well milaya.”

He steps away, and you’re struggling to catch your breath. You stare at him with wide eyes.

He’s quiet as he withdraws himself from your space, and turns away quickly. You’re filled with the sudden need to make him ache. The same way he makes you ache. Your voice is soft, but you know it carries its way down the hallway to his ears.

“Goodnight Uncle Sasha.”

He stops still. He turns, but you’ve already slipped into your bedroom and the door is shut.

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