Hiii i! I LOVEEE your work. Can you please write Ilya X Fem Reader where they kind of know eachother from their childhoods, they grew up together, learned how to kiss from eachother and stuff. They always flirt with eachother but they decide to take it to the next level and start a relationship? I think it would be reallyyyy cute! also maybe (if it's not too hard) make the reader also Russian? so they kinda have that bond too.
i LOVE this idea so yes ofc!!! Finally I get to put my Russian half to good use
ะกะฐัะฐั ะัะฑะพะฒั (old love)
Ilya Rozanov x Russian childhood friend fem!reader
โโญ.โSummary: Ilya is your childhood best friend that you've shared all your firsts with. Your first kiss, first time getting drunk, first everything. The only first he hasn't shared with you was yet to come.
โโญ.โWarnings: fluff, !NSFW!, smoking, not many warnings actually just sensual, loving and intimate fucking, maybe a litttle angst?
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The snow softly crunched under your feet as you adjusted your legs, which seemed almost frozen in place from leaning against the wall of Ilya's practice centre. It was cold, but the cold reminded you of earlier times with him; when you were younger and everything was carefree. Just as you stuffed your hands into the pockets of your thick puffer jacket, the creaky metal door beside you swung open.
A sweatsoaked Ilya emerged, holding his gear bag in one hand and his stick in the other โ a scene you've grown fairly used to over the years. "Let's get to the metro quickly; you have turned blue waiting for me out here! '' Ilya almost barks out seeing your blue lips. His tone not even close to one of anger, but rather one of fondness with a hint of genuine concern.
He takes your hand in his and pushes it into his own, warm pocket. His big hand wraps around yours almost completely. The warmth in his hand brings the blood back to your skin. Once you get on the metro, you tiredly rest your head on his shoulder. There was hardly anyone on the train at this hour, especially on a cold winter night like this. You feel Ilya move his head to look down at you. Greedily, you let him look for a few heartbeats before opening your eyes, and as expected, meeting his almost instantly.
He looks down at you fondly, almost opening his mouth as if to say something before the thought seemed to be swallowed back up into his soul. The sheer softness in his features brings a smile to your face, the kind of smile that hurts your frozen cheeks. ''what is it? is something wrong? '' you ask.
You can take a few guesses on what he was to say, but then again Ilya has never been the kind of guy to keep back what he's thinking.
His own words a little delayed, "ััะพ..? a...ะฝะตั, ะฝะธัะตะณะพ" (what..? ah...no, nothing). He quickly looks away, averting his gaze to his fidgeting hands, which lay somewhat...nervously? in his lap. If you didn't know any better, you would've guessed that that face was pretty similar to the one he made seconds before kissing you years ago. The rest of the ride to his apartment block was spent in a comfortable silence, just the two of you enjoying the casual routine you've built throughout all these years and the comfort of each other's presence.
Ilya roughly pushed the heavy door to his apartment open, after putting the code to the domofon with shaky hands. As soon as you got in to his apartment, he threw his gear bag and stick carelessly by the doorway and sighed happily. He quickly turns on his heels to face you and says with a cheesy grin on his face ''dont you just love central heating?" God...he's so cute you thought, only before quickly shooing the thought away and agreeing with a smile. Just like every other time, he puts the kettle on the stove to let some water boil and prepares two mugs with your favourite tea. A subtle detail you've picked up on that really showed the attention he pays to you. He tugs his practice shirt off, leaving him in his sweats with the waistband of his boxers peeking out slightly from under them. He looks more muscly now... you thought to yourself as he moved across the small kitchen, pouring the now hot water into your unofficially designated mugs.
Once the tea was brewing in your cups, he opened up the door to the balcony despite the cold and grabbed a pack of his favourite cigarettes, Marlboro Reds, a subtle detail you've noted about him. He gestures you over towards him on the balcony. You join him just as he puffs out the first cloud of smoke from the freshly lit cigarette and sets down his white lighter. You can't help but look at him, almost dazed. He looks up from his cigarette. ''you want one?'' he asks, his voice slightly deeper than before. He knows what he's doing, and you know it. But you don't seem to care.
''You know what? why not? i havent smoked in some time.'' you reply. He turns back smoothly, but only with his upper body, and brings you one cigarette from his gradually emptying pack. You bring it to rest between your lips, a force of habit, expecting him to pass you the lighter. Yet, before you can ever process it, his face is inches away from yours, and he brings the lit tip of his cigarette to your fresh one. His big hands shelter the flame from the subtle gusts of wind as he inhales and the tip of his cigarette ignites.
If you had to give your judgement, his eyes lingered for longer than necessary on your face as you moved away and took the first puff. He watches you as you exhale happily. ''I've missed this. '' you said. ''Me or the cigarette? ''Ilya enquires ever so mockingly. ''The cigarette, you idiot.'' you answer through a laugh. Well, mostly the cigarette at least...
''You know, I've missed this too. Not just the smoking," he says through a chuckle, "but having you here too.'' the last part is slightly quieter than the one before. Stupidly, you ask what he means. He moves slightly closer to you after taking a deep breath. "Well, while you were gone, these past few weeks i mean. It's been lonely,'' he said under his breath. You heard every word. ''I missed you too.'' you say bluntly. He looks down as if gathering his courage. "I couldn't bear not having you around." he says, turning his head to face you completely. Your breath hitches; his eyes were filled with so much affection. ''I've grown way too used to you, ะะพะปะพััะต (precious). '' His face inches closer to yours. You close the distance left between you two into a warm kiss. Ilya took the cigarette out of your hand and into his, dropping both of them seamlessly into the snow below the balcony before pulling your body closer to his.
He takes you up into his arms, never once breaking the kiss. He walks you inside and shoves the balcony door closed with his leg. He breaks the kiss for a moment, only to carry you to the living room and gently place you on the couch. His large frame climbs over your own, encasing you between his arms, which are on either side of your head. He leans down into your body, kissing you. His tongue works against your own in a wet, warm rhythm while his hands push and pull whatever clothes you had on.
He looks down at your bare body, admiring his work. "You're so beautiful, ะะพะปะพััะต (precious). Don't ever let me forget that.'' He says as he dips his head down to capture your nipple between his lips. His hand quickly grasps the other one as your head rolls back with a soft sigh. His lips suck on the sensitive flesh, every once in a while letting his teeth graze it, earning a whimper out of you. On the other side, his hand cups you, squeezing and rolling the nub between his fingers.
His hands move quickly downwards to take his own sweats off. He breaks off his efforts only to reach into the pocket of his discarded pants and pull out a condom. "Is this ok?'' He asks, looking down at you. The tenderness with which his words are spoken cut deeply into your soul. ''Yes. Please, Ilyusha, I need you.'' He groans at the words that just left your mouth. Quickly putting the condom on and positioning himself up above you. "Ready, ะะพะปะพััะต (precious)?" The moment he sees you nod, he pushes himself into you slowly. You hear a soft groan coming from his chest, which resonates with all the atoms that make up your body. ''Fuck- Ilya. Move...please. '' you plead breathlessly. He can only oblige, and You feel his body start rocking slowly against yours. One of his big hands running through your hair, sometimes pulling himself down to your face, placing a soft kiss on your lips. The rhythm gradually builds up, until you feel him slam so hard inside you that he pushes your body into the cushions so much that the armrest is banging the wall steadily.
Your moans increase by the second, as do Ilya's, turning from soft and intimate to loud and desperate in seconds. His face, which is now buried in your neck, moaning into your skin, looks up at you occasionally. Every moment his eyes meet yours, you feel his rhythm falter ever so slightly and his dick twitches inside of you. His skin glistens with droplets of sweat, and the thick smell of musk and something uniquely ilya, fills the room. You feel yourself clenching around him as the knot in your stomach builds up quickly. "Holy shit, Ilya! I'm โ fuck! - I'm gonna-!!'' your own words are cut off by your orgasm. He follows closely after you, letting out a deep guttural sound into the curve of your neck. After which follow short, hot breaths.
His face lifts up. His cheeks flushed pink, lips red, and eyes swimming in affection. 'I love you.'' he says quietly, looking down at you. Your heart skips a beat. You feel the blood instantly rush up to your cheeks. ''I...I love you too, Ilyusha. '' you reply. A lonely tear of happiness rolls down your cheek as you pull him into a hug, which he quickly returns just as enthusiastically as you.
You both lie in each other's arms as the two mugs of tea in the kitchen slowly go cold in anticipation of the new chapter yet to come.
As alwyas i hope you enjoyed it, and i managed to tackle the idea the way you imagined it!! leave a like and reblog if you liked it, and dont forget requests are always open.
