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"Ah Y/N, You didn't bring me tea?" Whined Nikolai, head resting in his gloved palm. A pout adorned his features, nose scrunched in disappointment, making you giggle. "Sorry Niko, next time I promise." His scowl transformed into a grin at the nickname, hands clasping together, a jolly laugh echoing in the room. He seemed utterly pleased with your answer, his previous disappointment disappearing in the flash of an eye. Holding two cups in your hands, you enjoyed their momentarily warmth settling yours on a table nearby. Nikolai's chatter filled the room, as he discussed the DoA’s next moves with Sigma. As for your lover Fyodor, he sat in front of his computer, entranced by the screens. Speaking of him, The man raised an eyebrow wondering why you held a second cup of tea, lavender irises eyeing you up and down, before going back to work. This pile of work seemed to have no end, and it was really starting to get to him. His long fingers quickly jolted on the keyboard, writing a series of codes that seemed like utter nonsense to you. He got cut out of his train of thoughts as you dropped the other cup of warm tea next to him. Oh? So that was why you carried a second cup, it was for him. He nodded in your direction "Thank you milaya" His voice dripped with something as sweet as honey, a tone he only used when talking to you.
A soft blush erupted on your cheeks at his boldness considering that they were far from being alone in the room. Fyodor's words instantly made the clown grin, as he got a mischievous idea, elbowing the other man. "Ay Dos we'll head out for a bit to grab some food" He exclaimed, getting up to stretch. Fingers reaching for the ceiling he looked at you, winking "want something to eat Y/N, Dos?" You grinned, obviously pleased with his question. Shooting him your order with not an ounce of hesitation, he nodded "Your wish is my command" before averting his gaze to Fyodor who stood there pensively, a hand rubbing his chin. "Nothing for me, thank you I already have food."
And with that Sigma and Nikolai exited, waving you guys off. There was only you and Fyodor left, the sound of classical music filling the whole space, as you walked behind your lover, hands dropping on his stiff shoulders. He flinched at first, eyes darting away from the multiple screens as if reminded that you were still in the room with him. He was clearly overworking himself, spending his days planning the DoA's next moves, his tiredness seeping through his handsome features. His beautiful irises strained after being in contact with the numerous screens for so long. You just desired to be good to him, your fingers gently scratching the base of his neck, playing with his luscious locks. The man almost purred beneath your touch, as you felt him relax and lean back against your abdomen. His eyes were closed as if delightful enveloped in this moment with you.
Your gaze loomed over him, leaning down to brush a soft kiss against the shell of his ear. The reaction was immediate, a shiver ran through him, as he spun his chair around. His lilac gaze met yours, a swirl of lust twinkling within them "You're playing a dangerous game moya Lyubov" He smirked, large hands coming to pat his laps inviting you to straddle him. You wasted no time in obliging, making sure that your core rubbed against his semi-erect member in the process. You blushed, your delicate hand coming to caress some hair away from his cheek. You could feel him harden at each passing second, just from your touch. "All that from just a kiss Fyo?" You teased, voice barely above a whisper. Usually, you'd be afraid of the mere punishment you'd get from teasing him, but it seemed that today your lover was too tired to retort back, irises just melting into yours.
"I'm afraid this is the power you have over me" He purred, letting his forehead rest against yours. His eyes closed in the sheer delight at the proximity of your being. He enjoyed your company thoroughly, always treating you like the royalty you were to his eye. You were the one singularity, the one exception. He cared so deeply for you that it sometimes scared him.
You took your time to gaze at his feature, thumb rubbing soothing patterns on his cheeks. You knew that he had a lot of work to do, and were thankful for every second he accorded you nonetheless. Slowly leaning closer, you captured his lips with yours. Your lashes fluttered shut, tilting your head to the side savoring the moment fully. Fyodor's eyes opened at your sudden kiss, feeling all of his worries and stress melt away. Gazing lovingly at you, a groan escaped his throat, deepening the kiss tenfold. Humming you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at the sounds your lover emitted. His tongue delving into your mouth, parting your lips, he smelled heavenly, his scent intoxicating your every pore. Tangling your hands into his dark hair you brought him closer, rubbing your core against his, eliciting a soft moan from Fyodor.
"Y/N-" He broke away from the kiss, half-lidded eyes gazing at you from under his thick lashes. His voice sounded like a warning, a warning telling you that he wouldn't be able to hold back if you kept going. However, you had no intention of stopping, you needed him as badly as he needed you.
At that moment, you knew exactly what you wanted to do. Dropping on your knees, your delicate hands settled on his thighs spreading them apart. You nestled in between them, now under his desk. A huge smirk covered his feature, head tilted to the side: "Oh is someone that eager to take my cock?" He purred violet eyes glued to you. You winked quickly making work of his pants dragging them down to his knees. " Of course Fyo, I just wanna be good to you-" you paused, your finger dragging along his now rock-hard member. "Only to you" God that was the perfect answer, his member twitched at the sheer words you used, the power you had on him completely apparent. "That's my darling," he whispered, voice dripping with lust. One of his hand dropped to your cheek, caressing it before muttering in a low tone: "Now put that mouth to good use Milaya"
You didn't need to be told twice, lowering his underwear in one go. Saying that Fyodor was hard was an understatement, as his cock bounced up hitting his abdomen. A bead of precum oozed from the tip, which was rosy ish considering it had been a long time since you both had private time together. Fyodor arbored no desire into jerking off when he had you instead, to him, you were utmost perfection. Wasting such time to jerk off when he could be ravishing you instead was foolish. Tongue darting out to wet your lips, your hand reached grabbing his cock at the base giving it a slight squeeze. It wasn't long until Fyodor’s fingers were buried into your locks, pressing you eagerly toward his leaking member. He was so worked up from just mere kisses, but he felt no shame in it. He knew that seeing him aroused, was a huge turn-on for you as well. Lashes fluttering closed he leaned back against the chair, a soft moan escaping his parted lips.
Violet irises covered by a thin veil of lust, he let himself be consumed by pleasure feeling your tongue slowly trace his member. Starting at the base, you made sure to apply just the right amount of pleasure to drive him insane, up until his leaking tip. Fyodor’s cock was way above average, both in girth and length, making your insides flutter at the mere thoughts of it buried deep inside you.
“Milaya-” He whispered, breath coming in short puffs, lilac gaze meeting yours. You felt that his patience was at its limit, the pet name sounding almost menacing.
“Didn’t I just tell you to put that mouth to good use?” He purred lowly, long slender fingers grasping your locks tighter. You couldn’t help but comply, as he forcefully pulled you closer to his cock, whispering: “ or I’ll have to punish you”
You shivered at the mere thoughts, recalling all the previous punishments Fyodor made you endure. All those restless nights of him drilling into you, never giving you the release you oh so greatly desired. All these hours spent edging you into the perfect orgasm that he’d only end up denying you, whispering sweet Russian names and slurs to you all night. Memories of his tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear, teeth biting and pulling at the skin until you’d be a moaning mess, writhing underneath him.
Finally wrapping your lips around his member, a low groan escaped his throat “That’s it moya lyubov, you’re taking my cock so well.” Moans filled the room as your tongue swirled around the tip, tasting his precum, delicate hands wrapping around what couldn’t fit in your mouth. You eagerly started to pump him, eliciting even more mewls and moans from the man.
A particular growl escaped his lips as your velvety muscle traced along the vein on the back of his cock. You knew Fyodor’s most sensitive spot was that particular area, taking your time to lap and coat it with your spit, giving it special care. Lifting your gaze to take a look at the man moaning above you, you were met with possibly the most lustful sight of your life:
Fyodor’s eyes were half-lidded, pupils dilated a thin veil of lust covering his irises. The soft shade of violet you always oh so adored to gaze into was replaced by his blown-out irises which indicated that the man could turn the tables and start ravaging you at any moment. A soft pink blush covered his cheeks, lips parted. He seemed to have been biting on them throughout your ministrations as a droplet of blood was smeared on his lower lips. The sight made you moan, the vibrations eliciting yet another sinful moan from the man above you. He absolutely loved seeing you on your knees in front of him, worshipping his cock.
Long fingers lifted you away from his rock-hard member. Taking this opportunity to have a breather, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongue to his dick, your gaze locked with his again. He eyed you, the mere sight in front of him enough to make him lose his mind. “Breath my darling” He whispered, out of breath, beads of precum leaking down his cock. As much as he loved being rough with you, you were the utmost precious thing in this world he could not afford to hurt.
“I just want to be good to you Fyodor” you purred your hands slowly starting to move around his cock, focusing on the leaking reddish tip. He shuddered, half-lidded eyes never breaking away from your form. Large hand grasping yours, he turned you over flipping you on your stomach over his desk.
Digits roaming over your rear, he swiftly slipped his fingers under the waistband of your pant slowly dragging it down, exposing your black lace panties.
“Now then, how about I show you how heaven feels like Milaya?”