a few days ago i saw this post and new i had to do something about it
so baby @vesnuszki here is ur ilya coke fic đââïžđ«Ž
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Tsar of the Nightlife
âSometimes I think about it now, you know?â He placed another kiss right below Shaneâs ear. âSilly, of course. But⊠I think⊠what if I did a line before I fucked you? Bozhe, Shane! I would last for hours. I would pin you down and fuck you so hard and so good your tongue would hang out of your mouth like little dog. Make you forget your own name.â
âAbsolutely not,â he said, looking Ilya dead in the eye. âIâm not touching that stuff. Weâre in season in a few months, and drug testing aside, I donât like it.â
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Shane can't help but to feel a little left out that he never got to see Ilya in his party days. Ilya offers a solution, one that Shane didn't think he'd ever be open to: He was going to let Ilya do coke and fuck him.
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You should know that Ilya's strong enough to carry Shane with his arms under Shane's huge thighs. And strong enough to slide into Shane and bounce him on it while Shane holds on for dear life. And strong enough to slam Shane's back into the wall still holding him up and fucking him so hard and deep Shane's wonders what that sound is and it's his own pleasured sobbing.
Okay so idk Iâm back in my a/b/o bag again idk why. Anyway ! Pretty canon right like all the same but omega Shane alpha Ilya. They are hooking up casually, and itâs fun and hot but itâs clean, so clean. They are ! Careful ! No biting, scenting but only during sex and strictly never ever any sex around heat/rut. Not even the week before their scheduled times off to have them if it overlaps with the times they are playing against each other.
Anyway. Itâs pre tuna melt, like close to it- maybe a month or two before and Ilya is in rut. Heâs out for a week, Shane notices, his absence from his games- ârut leaveâ their texts silent.
Shane canât help it but heâs been thinking more and more and more about what Ilyaâs ruts look like, who he spends then with, if he spends it alone, if he does spend it alone- does he have toys he likes to use, what ones, what does he think about. Does it ache like Shaneâs heats do- does he feel cold and lonely after unsatisfying fake satiating with toys that imitate knotting. Does he crave the feeling of a warm body with him. Does it draw out, body desperate to mate, string out every opportunity for it to happen. Does he enjoy them, feel powerful and strong, in control, more himself in rut- heâs heard itâs like that for some. ïżŒ
Ok and so Shaneâs tucked up in bed one night, half asleep as he keeps his eyes open to catch the last of his chapter.
And then his phone rings- and itâs, itâs Lily ?. Worry and thrill shivers in his gut, and he bites at his lip, lets it ring out a few more times. his mind races, calculates that Ilyas ruts must be short, wonders what on earth he might want. Shane couldnât stop himself from knowing, from needing to know. He always needed to know with Rozanov, it was undeniable to him somehow. He swears, snatches his phone up, presses answer and cradles it to his ear.
âRozanov?â He asks when the line is quiet for more than five seconds. Then, a hot panting breath, a slick wet sound that makes goosebumps prickle up over the back of his neck, heat turn in his stomach and then- then the slick sound again, again, another heavy pant low through the phone.
Shane almost swallows his tongue.
âRozanov?â He says again, but his voice is dry and catching and soft through the phone and itâs answered with a low rumble, one that makes Shaneâs chest twinge.
âShchenokâ the foreign word makes him frown, and he makes a soft questioning sound.
âWhat, what do you want?â Shane asks, fingers reach up to pinch at his bottom lip, chest hot and tight at the desperate sound of Ilyaâs breathing.
âPuppyâ he translates and the nickname makes Shaneâs lips part, his cock throb and start to fill. Heat a dark rush on his cheeks.
Puppy. The one thing they let slip. Rozanov said it sparingly, often in the depth of orgasm, when his knot was securing inside Shane, cum filling the condom.
âRozanov- I. Whatâs? Whatâs going onâ he swallows around the whine fighting up his throat, the way it makes his eyelids go heavy, think of the way Rozanov usually says it to him. âMy puppyâ âgood puppyâ âgoing to fill you puppyâ âfeel so fucking good puppyâ against his ear right in the peak of his orgasm.
âWhere are you puppy?â Ilya sounds drunk, words slurred and soft, mumbled.
âAt homeâ Shane answers, flat and honest.
Ilya whines, a sad sound in the phone, a sound Shane has never heard the alpha make before.
âNeed youâ Ilya exhales, and then he cuts into rambling Russian, the slick sound picking up.
Shane is listening shamelessly, phone pressed to his ear and fucking Rozanov is calling him in his rut? Shane scrubs a hand over his eyes. Things with them are already so impossible. So- so. Shane sighs and hears Ilya let out a small moan.
âCome here. I have my knot. For you, puppy, to fillâ his words are stilted, accent so thick- like when Shane first met him all those years ago, he sounds far away- out of it- high.
âI canâtâ Shane answers, swallows hard. âIâm hours away Rozanov, itâs your rut, we- we canâtâ he exhales, shakes his head, trying to tell himself that. They canât.
Ilya growls. And the sound makes Shane bite back a whine, shove his fist again his mouth.
âdonât want?â Ilya asks and itâs a taunt, itâs horrible, it makes Shaneâs stomach ache. The wet sound of Ilya working himself is quicker, messier and Shane thinks of Ilyaâs hand around his cock, of him fitting a toy over his pretty thick cock, of pushing his knot into it.
Ilya starts whining in Shaneâs silence, a low horrible sound that makes anxiety twist in his stomach. That makes him want to go to him. To make it feel better.
âNo- itâs not thatâ Shane confesses, sure that Ilya wonât remember this anyway- must have been in some thick haze to have even called him in the first place. They had their rules, this was breaking one, clear and obvious.
âWhyâ Ilya grunts and Shane exhales hard, drops his head and presses his fingers firm into his eyelids.
âItâs. Rozanov Iâm in Montreal, youâre in Boston. I canât get thereâ
âFuckâ Ilya grunts low and angry and more Russian, jumbled words that Shane canât follow but they sound so pretty, even if they are garbled and frustrated.
âIt. hurtsâ Ilya grits out. âWonât. Wonât stopâ he huffs.
Shane is so hard he might die and his head is spinning and he feels starving and dizzy and he fuck- heâs so fucking wet, he can feel it between his legs, messy and slick.
âKeep making knotâ Ilya continues. âKnot for puppyâ he croons and Shane almost drops the phone, bites down so hard into his own fingers they throb.
âI just want. Fucking need to- I Wantâ Ilya rambles Shane interjects, nervous of the end of the sentence.
âGive me your knot then, alpha, please, itâll make it better okay? Let me hear youâ Shane asks, heart thundering in his chest wild and rampant.
Ilya croons, mumbles a âyes yesâ before itâs slurred and spacey Russian, words Shane doesnât know.
Shane feels his own cock pulse and he pictures Ilya there, over him, mindless. His need desperate as he ruts inside of Shane, hands and mouth pulling at him biting him, pinning him on his knees, presented up to his alpha.
Fuck. Shaneâs hands might be shaking.
âPlease alpha it will be better if you cum, if you give me your knot yeah? Itâll feel all betterâ Shane says in a soft tone, clenches his thighs and relaxes them, squirms at the hard throb of his cock pushing against his sweats.
âPleaseâ Shane says again and Ilya cums then, a harsh desperate whine, shaky moan that draws out and leaves Shane feeling raw, chest cracked open. So so wet oh god fucking wet itâs dripping down the backs of his thighs.
Ilya goes fuzzy in the line then, almost complete Russian, happy croons and a few sad sounds, ruffles of sheets, fabric. One soft utterance of âpuppyâ before Ilya falls asleep. Shaneâs hand is numb wrapped hard around the phone, legs heavy and mind reeling. He hangs up when he can make himself, fits a hand around his cock over his cock and comes in three squeezes of it, making the mess inside his sweats even worse.
Shane can only hope Ilya was as faded in his rut as he seemed to be, that he wonât remember it. What Shane said.
Shane is relived when Ilya sends him a normal out of the blue text two days later, no mention of the call at all.
ilya should get injured and have to be on rest and this means no more athletic sex and they still tried to do it with shane on top but that hurts too and theyâve had a long week and theyâre both tired so shane says âplease baby let me take care of youâ so he sits behind ilya and just starts jerking him off, nothing too fancy, nice and slow. meanwhile ilya is begging shane cause heâs going sooooo fucking slow and itâs mind meltingly good and his hips keep jumping up in these little aborted thrust so shane has to put his thigh over ilyaâs legs to remind him to be still and ilyaâs still begging shane please please wanna fuck you need your hole and shane isnât going to cave on that either so he puts his big fucking hand over ilyaâs mouth which is when ilya realizes how huge his hands are and heâs got his whole lower face trapped in this fucking mitt to keep him quiet and if itâs maybe cutting off a little of his air then thatâs okay too cause suddenly things are hazy and he feels so fucking good and he cums so long and so hard and then he gets to stay there in shaneâs embrace while his brain reboots cause what the fuck was all that
the first time shane pisses himself from being fucked so good and hard he cries and apologizes and swears he'll never do it again he's so sorry for being nasty. little does he know ilya is going to make it his mission to get shane to piss himself every time they fuck now
Donât mind me just thinking about Shaneâs slutty little gasps when Ilya fists him for the first time and theyâre both utterly shocked it even fits but itâs so filthy and intimate that Ilya cums grinding on Shaneâs leg while heâs doing it <3
ilya is having sex with shane in all of his sports cars to decide which one heâs gonna take with him to ottawa cus the car where shane hits his strongest orgasm will be the winner. when it finally happens, shane is totally worn out, panting hard with his head against the glove box and ilya is kissing his back while caressing along his stomach and sometimes grabbing his chest and he goes âso this is the winner, yes?â and they both let out a breathless laugh and ilya pulls shane so that his back is against ilyaâs chest and he asks âwanna go again?â and shane just shakes his head and ilya goes âno? did i wear out my baby?â and shane nods and ilya kiss behind shaneâs ear and gently pats his head and goes âletâs go back inside then im gonna shower you and tuck you into bed and kiss you goodnightâ and shane just nods again, completely spent and ilya lifts him up just enough to finally pull out and they both groan at the sensitivity and then ilya gets out of the car and lift shane up in bridal style to carry him back inside, ready to shower him and put him to bed
shane and ilya cuddling on a towel on the dock at the cottage when they end up falling asleep in the warm sun and eventually shane wakes up with a sunburn on his chest that's very obviously an outline of ilya's head and curls
they went camping with their friends and now itâs time to sleep and ilya is horny and humping shaneâs side âplease shane, i need to fuck youâ and shaneâs like âstop that all our friends is right next to us and theyâre probably listening to thisâ ilya whines and says âwhat they donât know married people have sex?â and shaneâs like âthey know, but they donât have to hear married people having sexâ ilya groans âyou already forced me a city boy to go camping and now you canât even let me make love to youâ and shaneâs like âi told you that you could stay at homeâ and ilya replies âand spend a weekend without you?â and shane just rolls his eyes he canât believe his husband is like this and he actually loves him and ilya keeps going âshane, just bite the pillow or other thing. i know you canât be silent when im inside youâ heâs saying against shaneâs ear and shane shivers but try to stay firm âilya, i do a hand jobâ and ilyaâs like âno, shane, inside youâ and shane roll his eyes âa blowjob thenâ and ilya looks like heâs been shot âshane, please, let me fuck youâ he groans while putting his face in shaneâs hair âpleaseâ he whines âplease please please please pleaseâ and then they hear from the other tent wyatt yelling âshane please let this man fuck you and shut him up, we will put earbudsâ and ilya laughs and shane goes redder than the red in centaurs jersey âilya, why are you lke this?â he snarks and ilyaâs like âyou love me. now on your back, legs up *kiss* it will be worth itâ
i just looove the image of ilya sliding into shaneâs hole and then immediately stopping all movement when he bottoms out. he closes his eyes and takes a couple of deeps breaths and shane is looking back at him like đ whyâd you stop??? come on baby i neeeeed you (whiny) meanwhile ilya is fighting for his life & also to not blow his load right there and then like pleaseâŠ.just give me a secondâŠ.
this happens at least once a week years into their marriage btw
that look of awe the first time shane watches ilya come just makes me think abt how fascinated and enamored i think shane is by ilyas cock in those early days. he can't believe that he, him, shane hollander, can make somebody's cock do that. he loves watching ilya get hard, he loves that it's him who does that to ilya. and ilya is equally turned on by shane's interest in his cock, in the way he genuinely seems to get a real kick out of watching it grow from completely soft to hard and dripping. shane just rests his head on ilya's thigh and stares at it, brow furrowed with concentration and desire, and his watchful gaze makes ilya feel CRAZY in the best way, it doesn't take him long to get hard without even being touched. and shane just watches with that hypnotized look in his big brown eyes and eventually reaches over to pet ilya's cock lightly with two fingers, and it jumps under his touch and leaks a thick string of precum. and shane just murmurs "that's so fucking hot" before enveloping the fat tip in his mouth
During the post-cottage era when Ilya's still playing for Boston, Shane sends Ilya a text one night that's just like "Are you alone?"
And Ilya is like "No I'm out for drinks with the guys. Did you not see that we won, Hollander?"
And Shane texts back like "Of course I saw, that's why I'm texting." Then a few seconds later: "Download this app right now. Be discreet." with an app store link. And Ilya texts back like '??? đ€š Shane, have you been hacked?'
And Shane is like 'Just download the fucking app, asshole. This is your reward. Username is Jane2481. Fucking HURRY.'
And when Ilya follows the link and finds out that it's the app that controls a vibrating butt plug, he nearly blacks out at the table before disappearing for a suspiciously long smoke break.
