The Kings Spy.
Nikolai Lantsov X F!reader | 18+
summary: You get back from Fjerda after being a spy for King Nikolai. Nikolai comes to find you immediately and your love and lust gets quickly rekindled.
wordcount: 2345
warning: Includes smut.
authors note: I made this after a hyperfixation. Loving Nikolai a lot and having some inspiration to write after reading the books. Enjoy.
There was an urge in his voice, even before you heard the knock on the door. You had been gone, being one of his spies in Fjerda. You had hated him for it, clearly. But in the end you were one of his most important and smartest Grisha. He needed you. And you knew he had hated it.
"Is she okay?" you heard him say, making the sun start to shine again.
"She always is." Nina's triumph made you chuckle.
"Come in!" you called out, the door being opened mere seconds later.
Nikolai.
His eyes traveled towards you in the dimmed light. And you realised you missed him, more than you ever thought you could.
He seemed to be speachless, for once, so you smiled.
"Hi King Lantsov."
He rolled his eyes. His hand going through his blonde locks.
"I'm so s-"
You were up before he could finish his sentence. Your finger pushing against his soft, baby pink lips.
"Don't be. I am your spy. I always will be. I gave you what you needed. Now I demand something I need."
His brow raised, a twinkle appearing in his eyes.
"Where did you learn to speak like that to a king?"
Your fingers traveled down his lower lip, pushing it outwards, ever so slightly.
"From a pirate. Maybe you know him? Sturmhond?"
"Privateer." he corrected you, the never ending correction playing over his lips.
"Ah, yes. That's what he was." you smirked.
"He is a good looking guy."
Nikolai pushed his body closer and your breathing got mingled.
"Saints, I've missed you." he whispered, before your lips finally— finally collapsed.
You had spend every day in the cold Fjerdan country, waiting for God knows what. It could take hours, days, years. And every single day felt more like you were gonna rip your heart out. You had fallen for Nikolai badly. But he was the king. And you were a Grisha. And everything that stood in between felt like a wall; a mountain.
Nina had known from the first moment that you had fallen for the young fox. And she hadn't spilled it once. She loved to talk about it though. Every. Single. Day.
And it made you miss him more and more.
Nina had told her to go back. Screw what that blonde king had to say.
But you didn't know what would happen.
So you stayed. A long, insane year.
Longing for the King a little more every day.
You took a deep breath, your body shivering by the slightest touch of his long, slender fingers.
"How is your Shu princess?" you couldn't help but ask.
He froze, his eyelids falling slowly.
"Gone." he whimpered.
"G-Gone?" you frowned.
"You give me no time." he whispered. His lips against your temple. "I wanted to explain.. later."
His hands were on your hips, his tops pushing slightly into your covered skin..
“We won’t be getting married.” he spoke, his voice low.
You weren’t sure what to say. The last news you heard were the talks of Nikolai Lantsov getting married to a Shu princess. You knew the day would come, you had been dreading it. But you had to accept it. The alliances were more important than your stupid teenage love for that man.
For all you knew he only loved you for your body. For your comfort. For your touch.
You spoke, finally. “Why not?”
His darkened eyes were studying you, lurking for a reaction. But you were scared for the answer.
“She, we-” he licked his lips.
“The handsome prince is too handsome for the Shu.”
He sighed, a soft laugh escaping his mouth.
“We had another plan.” he said, his guard wearing off now that he was around you. “And it would break my heart.”
He dipped your face into his hands, his thumb; rough from fighting, caressing your delicate skin slowly.
You looked up, wondering where this conversation would lead. There was a single curl hanging onto his forehead and he smiled when you pushed it up.
“It would break my heart not to have you by my side.” he whispered.
You never needed those words from him. You never demanded them from him. But now that he spoke them, so clearly, your heart made loops inside your chest.
“Really?”
He nodded, smugly and you laughed.
“I can’t go another year without you here. And Saints, who cares what anyone else thinks. I love you.”
Those last three words were just a whisper, against your needing lips.
He kissed you, his hands claiming your cheeks. His lips claiming yours. You pushed yourself up, tiptoes on the ground. He shamelessly entered your mouth, lifting you into his arms as he lead you to the bed. He laid you down gently, finally doing what he came here to do.
A knock on the door made you scream. He pushed his hand in front of your mouth, making you sputter. He had a devilish smirk on his face.
“It’s just me. It’s Nina.” the familiar voice came from the other side. “I know you’re in there doing something I enjoy more than waffles when it comes to my own husband, but I believe Tamar called for you.”
Nikolai rolled his eyes.
“Tell her I will be with her when I will be with her.” he growled.
“I didn’t know you could be so nasty when you grave something other than Ravka.”
You held your laugh underneath his hand and he shook his head at you. His eyes warning you.
“Go off, Nina. Come on.”
She giggled loudly. And as the giggle disappeared slowly, Nikolai focused back on you.
“You think she’s funny, huh?”
“Not as funny as you, Sturmhond.” she winked, making him moan as you pushed him against you.
“I need you, Nikolai.” you almost begged as that oh-so familiar smirk filled his face.
“Are you in luck then, my queen, I need you too.”
There was something about Nikolai. When he got you, alone, he would turn darker, wilder. You loved it. It made him someone nobody knew he was. Need was a big word between the two of you. You never spoke of needing each other. But being gone for what felt like an eternity brought that out in you.
You nervously unbuttoned his white blouse. The compass safely around his neck. He looked down, following you.
“You’re never gonna get rid of it, are you?”
“It’s a part of me, love. A part of Sturmhond too.”
You nodded, going over the cold metal with your thumb. You knew how much the compass meant to Nikolai. You just wanted to hear his voice, just a little more.
You draped the blouse over his shoulders, pushing it down gently. The first time you saw his body. The naked skin underneath that oh-so kingly attire, you had took get a second look.
Nikolai had a gentle face, but underneath it all there was man who worked for his body.
The compass was dangling back and forth against his chest.
“Korol Rezni.” you whispered, the scar of the demon still just underneath his shoulder. King of scars, he was famous for it now.
He kissed you, tentatively. Opening up your dress. The dress you had put on to formally come back to the King. Tell him of your stories. That was of no need now. He let it fall down your stomach and he stood up, pulling it off slowly.
“You’ve never been this calm.” you said.
“I want my time.” he smiled softly. “Besides, we need to meet soon. In about-” he checked the clock. “Twenty minutes.”
That devilish smirk came back and you bit your lip to hide your smile. He took a quick glance at the dress, his eyes widening slowly.
“It’s the exact same..” - “Blue.”
You nodded, standing up. Your arms wrapping around his neck.
“Sturmhond was the man I met. I thought it would be rather fitting.”
He smiled. Worlds most beautiful smile.
“I’m sorry for sending you away.” he whispered, his tone serious.
“Maybe it’s okay.” you answered, lowering down the bands of your bra. “Maybe it made me want you more.”
He had those big blue orbs, looking down at you. The intense stare that always made you feel awkward, but not with him. Not with Nikolai.
You opened your bra, letting it fall onto the ground.
“Can I?” Nikolai asked, not touching you at all.
You frowned, nodding slowly.
“I don’t have a ring or something that comes close to show you that I want you. But I do have something else.”
You whispered a ‘no’ as Nikolai raised the necklace off his own neck. And you watched in disbelief as he laid it down against your chest. Falling beneath the valley of your breasts.
“Hold onto it for me.”
His hand was curls around the golden metal and your fingers lashed onto them.
“Forever.” you whispered, kissing his fingers.
He nodded, sincere. You never believed you and him could be a forever thing. But right now, you knew things had changed.
He cupped your cheeks. A smile curling around his lips before he bowed over, kissing you happily. You laughed against his lips, holding him close. The metal was hissing between you. Cold between your heated bodies.
His cheeks were red when you pulled back. His lips even more so.
His hands trailed down your body, onto your hips. His thumbs grasping onto your panties, pulling them down so you could step out of them.
You sat down on the bed, waiting as he got rid of his pants. You glanced at the compass, knowing what he did was something special. Something only he could do.
You looked up, his body exposed against the incoming sunlight. You breathed out heavily, meeting his sky blue eyes.
“Come here.” you breathed out.
He listened, his body covering yours as he pushed your hands up. Your fingers intertwined, disappearing into the sheets as you kissed eachother slowly.
“Twenty minutes.” you whispered, making him chuckle.
“They can wait for the King.” he chirped.
“Not when the Kings spy ain’t there either, Nik.”
He rolled his eyes, surprised by your cleverness.
The room got quiet, apart from the hisses and the breaths leaving their mouths. Heated kisses were shared, as Nikolai let his length push against your body. He was hardening, even though he had been far gone anyway.
He let go of one hand, the other one still intertwined with his. He positioned himself as she let your thumb go over his warm cheek.
“I love you too.” you said softly.
His eyes shot up, a smile brightening his face.
He answered as you did just mere minutes before. By giving you the love you so desperately seeked for. You held in a moan, the sound filling the room anyway as he became one with you. His body pushed against yours, his hand going back into place as he fell into a rhythm.
Little drops of sweat were starting to form underneath his blonde curls. The compass was moving against your chest as he pushed you back and forth softly.
“It’s been too long.” he whispered.
“Don’t tell me that.” you giggled, a moan following up that giggle immediately.
You never blamed him for sending you away. But you had always missed him.
He hummed, quieting your talks by kissing you. You opened your mouth as his tongue asked for more. Your hands letting go of his, so you could wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, your hands in his hair as you really felt everything.
You felt desperate for his touch. Nothing more and nothing less. And Saints, you knew Nikolai knew how to give you that. Your legs curled up, your feet going over his legs, trying to ground yourself. But your walls were clinging around his shaft and he was giving you the best time you had ever had.
You dropped your head into the silk sheets. An opportunity for Nikolai to let his lips find your neck. You closed your eyes, your body burning and producing fireworks as he kissed, nibbled, sucked.
“Nik.” you said.
He knew enough.
“Look at me.”
You opened your eyes.
“Stay with me.” he whispered.
And you nodded, before your body exploded into one of the best orgasms you ever had. He followed, simply by looking at the ecstasy on your face. And you held him in your arms. Your bodies a bit too sweaty, but not all too bad anyway.
Once you were calmed down, a laugh left your mouth. You let your lips find his and he smiled.
“Five minutes.” he whispered.
“Saints.” you giggled, wiping away some sweat of his forehead. He just stared.
“Hide the compass.” he mumbled.
“I will.” you nodded, meeting his eyes. “But I will carry it. Always.”
The smile he gave you, was one you wouldn’t forget fast.
“I have to go.” he sighed. “To meet my spy again.”
You hummed.
“I heard she is just as good looking as that guy- that privateer. Sturmhond.”
You chuckled, kissing his chest.
“I’m not sure you’re flattering me or yourself right now.”
Nikolai let go of her, standing up to dress himself swiftly.
“A bit of both.” he said, buttoning up his blouse as you stared at him.
He smirked smugly, bowing down to give you another kiss. His fingers going over the compass before he stood up.
“I’ll see you soon.” he whispered, leaving one last kiss on your forehead before he straightened himself and made his way to your door.
“Remember to tie your shoelaces when you go out. I don’t want you to end up falling for someone else.” he said, a twinkle in his eyes before he opened it and disappeared right after.
Nikolai was a flirt, a charmer. He could get anyone he wanted. He was the King of Ravka after all. You had been in luck, you realised. And as you softly kissed the compass, you know that luck hadn’t run out just yet.
