There is a commotion on the subway. You think about how common this kind of thing is, because there is always some dangerous criminal committing a crime and getting taken down by a hero. You should be used to all of this hero business by now, since it has been part of your reality for some time, but you are not. Not after what happened to your parents.
About two years ago, they had the bad luck of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were inside a factory that was attacked by a criminal known as the Kingpin. They were held hostage with twenty other people. Spider-Man was supposed to come save them, but he could not get there in time. Still, when he managed to save the others, everyone praised him.
Your thoughts are interrupted when someone bumps into you, nearly knocking you over and making you realize that this is your stop.
"Sorry," the guy who almost knocked you down says.
You brush him off, since in trying to keep you from falling, he has a hand on your waist.
"Consider yourself forgiven if you promise not to cause me any more trouble," you say, then step away and get off the subway.
You weave through the crowded sidewalks as fast as you can, checking the address on your phone more than once just to make sure you have not taken a wrong turn. Becoming the owner of an apartment building in one of the rougher parts of Queens was never part of your plan. It happened because there was no one else left.
Your parents had owned the building for years, renting out the apartments to families who could not afford to live anywhere else. After losing your job a few weeks ago, you made the only decision that made sense. You would move into one of the vacant units and manage the property yourself. At least it would keep a roof over your head.
The second you round the corner, your steps slow to a stop.
"You've got to be kidding me..." The words leave your mouth in a whisper.
The building is nothing like the photographs you remember. Several windows are boarded up while others are simply shattered. Graffiti stretches across the first floor, bricks are chipped away near the entrance, and chunks of concrete litter the sidewalk. A bent street sign lies across the curb, and yellow caution tape flutters lazily from a broken fire escape.
It looks less like an apartment building and more like collateral damage.
"Looks like a tornado came through here." The familiar voice makes you glance over your shoulder. It is the same guy from the subway.
He has a worn backpack hanging from one shoulder, a dark hoodie pulled over messy brown hair, and his hands buried casually in the front pocket. He cannot be much older than you. His expression is easygoing, almost amused, as though he has walked into this exact situation a hundred times before.
You stare at him for a moment. "How the hell did you get here?"
He shrugs. "Mostly by walking."
You blink. "Seriously?"
"Well, there were pavements involved. Crosswalks too. It was a whole journey."
You let out a big sigh, feeling very annoyed.
"You know, you're not as funny as you think you are."
"I get that a lot. Usually right before people decide they secretly like me," he doesn't seem confident or sound arrogant when he says that.
"I don't think that's going to happen." You don't want to be cruel, but honestly, your day is going from bad to worse and whatever kindness you have left is fading away.
"Ouch." He puts his hand over his chest as if you have really hurt him. "I barely survived the subway encounter and now this? Tough crowd."
You fold your arms. "Were you following me?"
His joking expression softens just enough for you to notice.
"What? No." He shakes his head immediately. "I live a couple blocks from here. This neighborhood's on my usual route."
Your eyes narrow, unconvinced.
"That's an awfully convenient coincidence."
"I know. My timing's kind of incredible."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"No." A grin spreads across his face. "I was just hoping you'd give me the benefit of the doubt."
You look back at the battered building and rub your temple.
"I don't even have enough energy to argue with you."
"I'll take that as progress."
"It isn't."
"So... acquaintances?"
"No."
"Neighbors?"
"...Unfortunately, that one might actually be true."
His smile widens. "I'll take what I can get."
You shake your head, unable to tell whether he is genuinely this persistent or simply incapable of letting a conversation end naturally.
"So... why are you here?"
He gestures toward the building behind you.
"I was actually hoping to rent an apartment."
You stare at him.
"Here?"
"That sounded judgmental."
"It was."
The two of you stand there for a beat, both looking at the building like it personally offended you.
Then he points at the bent railing near the stairs.
"Okay, I am not an expert, but I feel like that should be attached to something."
"It used to be."
"And the window?"
"It used to be glass."
He nods slowly. "I see the problem. The building and reality have separated."
You give him a flat look. "Are you always like this?"
"Like what?"
"Like you woke up this morning and decided everyone around you deserved a headache."
He gasps, offended. "I am genuinely helping."
"You have not helped a single thing."
"Emotionally, I am here for you."
That gets a reluctant huff out of you, which seems to please him far too much.
You reach into your bag, pull out the key your lawyer gave you, and stare at the lock for a moment before trying the door. It sticks halfway open with a shriek of metal.
He winces. "Yeah, that sound did not inspire confidence."
"No, it did not."
You shove the door harder, and after an embarrassing amount of effort, it finally gives way. The hallway inside smells like dust, old paint, and something you are pretty sure should not be alive. One of the ceiling lights hangs crookedly. There are water stains climbing the walls, and a pile of mail is spilling out of the mailbox slots like nobody has touched it in weeks.
He peeks in behind you.
"Wow."
You look over at him. "That was not a compliment."
"I was trying to find the right word."
"And?"
"And wow is still kind of winning."
You step inside anyway, ignoring the way your stomach tightens. "Great. So we both agree this is a disaster."
He follows you in, hands in his pockets, gaze moving over the cracked tiles and peeling paint. "Do you live here?"
"Starting soon, apparently."
"Bold choice."
"I did not exactly have a lot of options."
He gives you a quick sideways look, and for a moment the teasing eases off.
"Sorry."
The simple sincerity in his voice catches you slightly off guard. You glance away first.
"Do not apologize. It is not your fault the building looks like it lost a fight with a truck."
"Noted. For the record, I think it could still be kind of cool."
You snort. "You think this is cool?"
"I think it has potential."
"That is a generous word."
"I am a generous guy."
"You are a nuisance."
"That too."
You shake your head, then continue deeper into the hallway. One of the apartment doors hangs slightly open, and you push it wider, revealing a unit in even worse shape than the entrance. The floorboards creak under your weight. The kitchen faucet drips steadily into a rusted sink. The curtains are torn. One wall has a patch of plaster missing the size of your forearm.
He leans in the doorway and whistles under his breath.
"Okay, wow. This place is rough."
"I am aware."
"No, I mean rough rough."
"Thank you. That really clarified things."
He looks around, then back at you. "So why are you taking this on alone?"
You hesitate for just a second before answering.
"Because it is mine now."
He studies you, and for once he does not crack a joke immediately. "Your family owned it?"
You nod. "My parents did."
Something in his expression softens again, small and careful.
"That is a lot to inherit."
"It is also a lot to fix."
"Yeah." He glances around the apartment once more. "Definitely a lot."
You cross your arms. "I was about to tell you that you should go."
He lifts both brows. "Wow. We are really getting close already."
"I am serious."
"I know." He nods toward the broken kitchen cabinet. "But before you kick me out, can I ask one thing?"
"What?"
"Are you looking for a tenant?"
You blink. "A tenant?"
"Yeah." He shrugs, suddenly a little less cocky. "I have been looking for a place. Nothing fancy. Just somewhere I can actually afford without selling a kidney."
You stare at him. "You want to rent here?"
"I mean, not at this exact moment. That stove looks like it has seen things."
"Do not say things like that in my building."
"My building?"
You catch yourself, then narrow your eyes. "My potential building."
He smiles. "Right. Your potential disaster zone."
You should be irritated. Instead, you almost laugh.
"And you think I am just going to hand over an apartment to the guy who ambushed me on the subway and then followed me here?"
"Followed makes it sound creepy."
"It was at least a little strange."
"It was efficient."
You look at him for a long moment. He seems genuinely interested, though not in the way people usually are when they pretend to be helpful and are really just trying to get something out of you. He is annoyingly casual about the whole thing, but there is something sincere under it, something that makes you pause.
Then you glance around the apartment again and sigh.
"I cannot believe I am even considering this."
"That is not a no."
"It is not a yes either."
He grins. "We are making progress."
You rub your forehead. "You said you were looking for an apartment."
"That is correct."
"And you are somehow comfortable living in a place that looks like it was abandoned during the apocalypse."
"Also correct."
"You know how to fix things?"
He tilts his head. "A little."
"A little?"
"Okay, more than a little. Enough to be useful."
You eye him suspiciously. "Useful how?"
He gestures at the apartment, then at the hallway, then at the broken building outside.
"I can help you clean it up, patch things, move stuff, paint, probably wrestle a few bad decisions into submission. In exchange, I get to live here. Free."
You fold your arms tighter. "That is a pretty bold proposal."
"I try."
"You are seriously offering to help me renovate this entire building just so you can live here for free?"
He shrugs like it is the most natural thing in the world. "Well, when you say it like that, it sounds less heroic."
" It doesn't seem heroic at all from where I'm standing."
"No, but I'm going with the story where I heroically help you renovate that building."
You huff a laugh before you can stop yourself.
He catches it immediately, pointing at you. "There. That. You just smiled."
"I did not smile."
"You absolutely did."
"You are imagining things."
"I am not. I have very good eyesight."
You shake your head and look back at the apartment, trying to think this through. You need help. That much is obvious. You are one person, one very broke person, with a building that looks like it lost a war against gravity. Hiring a crew would cost a fortune you do not have. Yet here he is, a random guy from the subway, offering himself up like a solution to a problem you did not even know had one.
"Why would you help me?" you ask, more quietly this time.
He pauses.
The joke is still there on the edge of his mouth, but it does not quite make it out.
"Because," he says, "you look like you are about five minutes away from pretending this place does not intimidate you, and I respect stubbornness."
You stare at him.
Then he adds, "Also, I really do need a place to live."
That gets another reluctant laugh out of you, this one unmistakably real. He smiles like he has been waiting for that.
You sigh and glance toward the door. "You are unbelievable."
"And yet, still available."
"Do not push it."
"I would never."
You turn back to the apartment, scanning the damaged room, the crooked frame, the cracked walls, the dripping sink. It is a mess. A massive one. But not impossible. Not if you had help.
And despite absolutely everything in you that says this is a bad idea, you hear yourself speak.
"Fine."
His head jerks up. "Fine?"
You point at him. "You help me fix this place up."
He blinks. "Okay."
"And you can stay here."
He opens his mouth, probably to celebrate too early, so you cut him off.
"Free, if you actually help."
His face lights up. "That was the best part of the sentence."
"Do not make me regret this."
"I would never."
"You already said that."
"And I meant it both times."
You give him a long, suspicious look. "Do you even know your name yet, or should I keep calling you disaster boy?"
He looks offended again, but only for a second.
"Wow. First subway guy, now disaster boy. This is getting serious."
"Answer the question."
He straightens slightly, offering you a hand like this is some formal business arrangement and not an incredibly questionable deal made in a wrecked apartment.
"Peter."
You glance at his hand, then back at him. For a second, you consider not taking it. Then you do.
"Fine, Peter," you say. "Congratulations. This is our problem now."
His grin turns sharp and bright, full of mischief.
"Honestly? Could be worse."
You shake your head, but this time you are definitely smiling.
the voice of an angel // dmitri kravinoff x reader
-`♡´- pairing : dmitri kravinoff x reader
-`♡´- summary : when dmitri sees reader up on stage of a local restaurant, its love at first sight. he’s captivated by her and invites her to sing at his club…
-`♡´- warnings : alcohol consumption. nsfw. p in v, oral (male receiving), slight overstim, slight age gab, petnames, idk what else lmk if i should add something
-`♡´- notes : this actually sucks. i hate it more day after day. sorry this took so long. kind of got overwhelmed w projects, one part and uhh the last bit was written in kind of a rush so its not really proofread. also havent written filth like this in a while. DMITRI MY BABY UGGHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH
-`♡´- word count : 5400
songs mentioned: heavy, no one noticed, over the moon
dont translate, modify or repost my work. you do not have permission. not my gif
As the lights shone on the stage and the music slowly started one last time, the audience cheered. Up on the stage stood a young woman, no older than twenty as she shyly approached the microphone again. It wouldn’t matter how often she stood on this, or any stage really, it would always be a little intimidating. Having all the people listen, some look at her as she sung.
Eventually, once she’d get lost in her element, she’d loosen up. Her voice ringing through the room quietly as the guests of the local pub or restaurant had their drinks or dinner.
Today she stood on the stage at the fine-dining restaurant that belonged to one of her fathers best friends. It was a busy Friday night and the place was stacked, filled with low conversation as couples had dinners, businessmen held meetings, and families celebrated birthdays.
The Ledbury had a high reputation here in London, and with the Christmas days coming up, the place was decorated to cozy up for the holidays.
The lyrics slowly came from her mouth as she held her hands on top of the microphone, eyes scanning the crowd and smiling brightly.
“It’s not right, ‘cause I’m so over being lonely.”
She noticed her fathers best friend at the bar and nodded at him. Her eyes once more looking over the guests that all had their conversations going on, or at least busing themselves with something.
“Make you mine, I need a virtual connection, take our time, be my video obsession.”
That’s when she locked eyes with a young gentleman. He was sitting in one of the booths with two other men but he paid no mind to them as he stared at her with big eyes, lips slightly parted as he tilted his head in adoration.
“Come on, don’t leave me, it can’t be that easy, babe. If you believe me, I guess I’ll get on a plane.”
His blonde hair seemed to glow a bit orange under the lights as he shifted his body to face her more. He let his gaze fall over her form, from the jewelry around her neck, to her dark blue velvet dress that fit her like a glove, to the bell sleeves that fell back on her arms as she shyly held on to the microphone, never breaking eye contact as she continued to sing.
“Fly to your city, excited to see your face. Hold me, console me, and then I’ll leave without a trace.”
The lyrics repeated themselves and she finally broke eye contact after offering him a shy smile, which he returned after she looked away. His brother shoved his shoulder in a playful manner, pulling his attention away from the singing girl and back to the important business meeting at hand.
Disappointment was evident all over Dmitri’s face when he looked back to see you gone. He had never heard a voice so angelic before, and that was a lot coming from someone who could mimic anyone. From your soft voice, to your sweet smile to the shy look in your eyes as you had held his gaze. His brother, Sergei, seemed to almost smell his disappointment as he sat back down after seeing their new business partner off.
“She’s at the bar.” That was all Dmitri needed to jump up from his seat and move towards said bar.
[Name] sat at the bar, taking small sips of her drink as she looked out the window. Snow was falling slowly on the already white streets of London. Louis, her fathers friend, had just handed her the envelope with her money and the tips customers had left her. It would always be insane to her how people left her tips, left her anything at all, just because they loved her singing so much. She was honoured and always made sure to thank the people would she see them again, most she did, seeing they were regulars.
She looked over to where that gentleman had sat before, seeing him nowhere in sight as she took another sip of her drink. The sweetness of it had her close her eyes as she savoured the drink.
“Excuse me, miss.” A voice besides her spoke up as she opened her eyes, smiling when she saw the handsome man before her. “Hi, I’m Dmitri Kravinoff.” he returned her smile as he held out his hand.
“[Name]. What can I help you with, mister Kravinoff?” he took her hand and to her surprise he didn’t shake it, no, he brought it up to his mouth and gently kissed her knuckles.
Dmitri his mind went a hundred miles an hour as he heard her say his name, smiling at him politely as she set down her drink on the bar. She was an angel sent down from heaven, he swore.
“I had a question, if you have the time.” he smiled as he shook his head, trying to get back to reality. She was even more beautiful up close, her voice even purer without the microphone.
He swore he could feel his knees get weak when he heard her giggle, such a beautiful and honest sound. Never before had he felt this feeling that he was feeling right now. It spread all across his body, from the tips of his ears to the tip of his dick as he felt his pants tighten.
“You have my full attention, mister Kravinoff.” she smiled at him, turning her body to face him as he smiled a toothy smile.
“You have an amazing voice, unlike anything I have ever heard before. I, um, I run a club, and I was wondering if you’d like to perform. I’d- the people would love you. Of course you’d be well compensated.” he was rambling as he looked her in the eye, hoping she’d accept his offer.
She tilted her head with a small frown before it turned into a smile, as if to think about it. Dmitri was staring at her with no shame as he watched her every move, never had he thought love at first sight was a real thing, until he laid eyes on this woman, [Name].
“Alright, what price are we talking?” she said, grinning at him as she caught him staring. She watched him stumble over his words as an assortment of random words fell out of his mouth. “I’m kidding, mister Kravinoff, for someone like you I’d do it for free.”
Dmitri stared at her with his eyes wide and mouth agape before the corners of his lips twisted upwards. He smiled so brightly his cheeks hurt as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card. She took it from him and quickly took in the words.
Chameleon and the Hunter.
She swallowed. That was the most well known, most difficult to get into club in possibly all of Europe. She didn’t know the boss was such a young man.
He watched her reaction as she read the card. He watched her bite her lip as she swallowed before looking back up to meet his eyes and smiling.
“It would be an honor to perform at your club, mister Kravinoff.”
He grabbed her free hand again, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it again. A sign of respect, a thank you, a promise.
She’d call him tomorrow, she said and he nodded before bidding her farewell and returning to the table he was at before, this time with a slight jump in his step as his brother grinned at him, having seen the entire interaction.
It was two weeks later when the day finally rolled around. [Name] entered the club and was immediately met with the man she saw at the table with Dmitri two weeks prior.
“Sergei Kravinoff.” he introduced himself as he shook her hand. He was one unit of a man and he towered over her as she nodded and followed him to the stage. She’d have given Dmitri a list of songs a week prior once they had set a date. “The stage is yours whenever you’re ready.” Sergei said as the pianist came up to her with a smile. She quickly discussed what to start with, having a small conversation as she took off her coat before rushing to the restroom to make sure she appeared well and not like she just came out of the snowstorm outside.
Thankfully it wasn't too bad and before she knew it she was up on the stage of the club. It was busy and her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the handsome face she couldn’t wait to see again. It was filled with rich looking people, sipping their drinks and wearing clothes that cost more than her rent.
“I’m heavy. I’m by your side. Forget me. ‘Cause I know what I need. Like a loser like me could be fine.”
As she started singing, she noticed a few people turn their heads, smiling as her voice reached their ears.
“Is someone telling me don’t get in the water? What have I done? I don’t wanna get lost inside the color under my tongue.”
Her gaze continued to sweep over the many faces, some looking back at her, some swaying their heads to the beat of the music, some completely endorsed in conversation, too busy to hear her sing. Still no sign of Dmitri. Maybe he wasn’t even here, but she wasn’t about to let his absence ruin this magnificent chance at performing at this establishment.
“Cause I don’t wanna be in love with another, even in another life.”
As she continued to sing, she captured the eyes and ears of more and more people. Receiving the occasional cheer as she finished song after song. It had been nearly an hour since she got up on stage, and once a gentleman put up his hat in front of the stage and tossing money in it, it didn’t stop. Men and women threw in more and more bills and coins worth more than she would make in a week. She smiled brightly everytime someone new came up to the stage, she felt like she was dreaming.
Eventually she stopped, taking a break and resting her voice as the pianist took over again. He smiled at her as she made her way down the bar.
The bartender offered her a smile to match her own as he complimented her singing before taking her order.
“My brother sure has an eye for talent, you are magnificent.” Sergei Kravinoff stood beside her as she quietly sipped at her drink, feeling the welcome cold drink drip down her throat.
“Thank you, mister Kravinoff. It is truly an honor and a dream come true to perform on your stage.” [Name] stated as she cracked her neck to look at the older man. She’d have to guess him in his late twenties, incredibly handsome, immensely tall too. “Speaking of your brother, I haven’t seen him tonight.”
Sergei laughed softly as he dipped his head. “Ah, Dima had some business to take care of, had him on the phone a minute ago so he should be here in about ten minutes or so. He has been looking forward to seeing you up on that stage.”
“I’ll be your baby. There’s nothing better I’d rather do.”
Those were the first Dmitri heard when he entered his club. His eyes darted to the stage where you stood, eyes closed as you sang, hips slowly swaying with the music as you were concentrating on the words coming out of your mouth.
The dark red dress that adored your figure made you look beautiful as the warm lights shone down on you.
“This momentary ride, this fire by my side. Are you gonna be here with me? You know that I’ll be your baby.”
Dmitri ignored the stare of his brother as he moved to take a seat at the bar, never taking his eyes off you. He noticed the hat that sat in front of the stage, nearly spilling over with cash and he smiled. Well deserved, he thought.
“There’s nothing better I’d rather do. I’m lost completely.”
Your eyes opened and he watched as you searched the crowds eagerly. It took you a second but when your beautiful eyes met his own, a smile brighter than any he’d seen on you before spread over your face.
“I might as well be over the moon.”
A smile danced on his own features as you once again held his gaze like that one night. Seeing you here, in his club, smiling brightly and having the crowd, including himself, wrapped around your finger, Dmitri couldn’t help but fall in love with you more.
He knew his brother would call him silly, he barely knew you, if he knew anything about you at all besides your name that was. But gods, you looked like an angel, so beautiful and so at home on that stage. It made Dmitri lose his mind a little. A woman so beautiful, so talented, who’d accepted his offer without hesitation and question, before even knowing exactly who he was.
“For someone like you, I’d do it for free.” Those words had followed him for the last two weeks, along with the way his name fell off your lips. Someone like him, whatever you had meant with that.
Not for a second did he take his gaze off you. He remained fixated on you, a look in his eyes that even his brother had never seen before. You really had him wrapped around your finger, and he loved it. Dmitri couldn’t get enough of you, and when you finished your final song of the night, he stood up and clapped loudly, the crowd following suit as you smiled brightly, bowing a little before making your way down the stage.
Dmitri was in front of you before you realized, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles as he looked you in the eyes.
“Thank you, mister Kravinoff.” you said as you took him in from up close. The top buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned, the black suit jacket also unbuttoned and his hair slightly messy by the rough weather conditions outside. He looked so incredibly handsome it actually had you at a loss for words as you let him guide you towards the bar.
“It’s an honor to have you here, I should be thanking you, [Name].” he smiled as he gestured towards the bartender. “I am truly so happy you could make it.”
He looked like a little boy who just met his favorite superhero in a theme park as he looked at you.
You shook your head. You’d had many men and women in awe of your singing in the last few years, many offering you compliments, some giving you chances that you could only dream of but Dmitri? Dmitri was different. He was more than in awe, he was enthralled by you, he looked at you with such adoration that made your heart melt. Along with that he was a very handsome man, it was undeniable, it was a fact.
“I thank you for having me.” you said as you grabbed your drink, he did the same and he looked at you again.
“A toast, to you, and your magnificence.”
You giggled as you toasted with him, he was special, he had something that had you longing for more and so the start of a very long night began.
The two of you talked until deep in the night, about anything that came to mind, from schooldays to everyday life, from favorite foods to biggest fears. Eventually the club ran dry and you stood up from your chair, the clock had struck past three and it would be about time you headed home.
“I should get home, it’s late and I kind of have work tomorrow.” you smiled at Dmitri as he also stood up, helping you put on her coat with a boyish grin on his face.
He nodded at you, it was late indeed, and time seemed to have flown by. He watched you as you zipped up your coat, pulling your hair out of the back before throwing on your scarf. You looked adorable.
“Let me take you home, I wouldn’t want you wandering London at this time of the night and in this weather. I’d blame myself if something were to happen to you.” Dmitri offered, his driver had been waiting outside all this time for him, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk through the snowstorm outside and get sick, or worse. London wasn’t safe at night.
“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you. It’s only a twenty minute walk home, it’s fine, mister Kravinoff.” you began to decline his offer, genuinely not wanting to be a burden to the man.
You’d found out he turned twenty-six not too long ago, twenty-six and already having succeeded so much in life. You admired that, envied it even. You were right to assume that his brother, Sergei, was three years older than him, and the co-owner of the establishment. Somehow you also discovered he was oddly good at doing impressions, it was almost scary how spot on they were and it brought tears to your eyes from laughter as the two of you goofed around.
“Please, it wouldn’t be a bother. Count it as a thank you, for tonight.” you couldn’t explain the look in his eyes as anything other than hot as he awaited your reply.
Dmitri simply couldn’t get enough of you, the more the two of you talked the more enthralled he became. As you talked about your past and present, your dreams, everything that came out of your mouth made him want you more. He couldn’t give a damn about the people around him, for once he didn’t even seem to notice his brother's stares, he was so focused on you that everything else fell away.
Finally you nodded, agreeing and Dmitri’s excitement nearly shot through the sky as he told you to wait here for a minute before disappearing into a back door of the club. You’d expected him to come out with a jacket or something but nope, nothing seemed to be different as he came back out and wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you out into the cold winds. Once he sat down next to you in the car you turned to face him, he turned his head to look back at you and grinned.
“Didn’t know gentlemen still existed here in London.” you said, eyes falling over his figure with no shame, taking in what sat in front of you. From the gold chain peeking out from around his neck, to the way his hands laid idly in his lap as they fidgeted with his rings, to the way you noticed the bulge in his pants. You smirked and looked back up to meet his eyes.
“Rare sight to get a man to treat you well these days, huh?” one of his arms moved to rest on the back part of the chairs and you felt his fingers entangle in your hair, playfully testing the waters as he softly tugged on a lock of hair. Dmitri watched as your eyes closed, breath hitching in your throat as you let him pull your head backwards in the slightest.
“Yeah…” your words came out in a breath, more high pitched than you initially realized. You bit your lip when you looked at him again, eyes dropping down to his lips and lingering there before meeting his blue eyes again. You swallowed thickly as you felt his grip on your hair tighten.
Before you knew it you were straddling his lap and your lips were on his. His hands gripped your hips as he kissed you like a man who’d been starved. You felt the bulge in his pants grow more as you grinded your hips down on him, the only thing separating your core and his hard cock being the fabric of his pants and your panties, which you were sure were soaked in your juices already. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers lost in his hair as he pulled your hips closer.
“Gods,” He whispered as you leaned your forehead against his, pupils dilated, lips puffy as you gazed into his eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he brushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear before slowly kissing along your jaw, down your neck, finding that sweet spot that had you moaning softly. Slowly more and more lovebites and marks made its way onto your skin.
Your head was reeling by the time the car stopped in front of your apartment. Quickly looking out of the window before letting your eyes search Dmitri’s, you gave him a look, as if to ask him if he wanted to continue this. He caught on and brought his lips back to yours while he threw your coat back around your shoulders before opening the car door.
You fiddled with your keys, unable to stop them from shaking due to the cold and anticipation of what was about to happen. Dmitri’s hand closed around yours as he helped you unlock the door before the two of you rushed in, not sparing a moment before you were all over each other again. Your coat fell onto the floor of the hall and your heels and his shoes were discarded on the way as you made your way to your bedroom.
Before you could enter the room however, Dmitri had you pinned up against the door, hands groping at your breasts as he buried his face in your neck. “You sure you want to do this?” he mumbled, placing soft kisses on your warm skin.
“Wouldn’t have invited you in if I didn’t want this.” you moaned softly as he sucked on your skin, his hands moving to your back to find the zipper of your dress. Your hands were reaching for anything you could find, his chest, biceps, eventually ending back up in his curls.
“That’s my girl,” he said as you opened the bedroom door, stumbling in and taking him towards the bed. He finally managed to get your dress off and he watched in awe as it fell to the ground, smiling like crazy as he took in your body. Time seemed to slow down as you manoeuvred your hands into his suit jacket and took it off his shoulders, followed by your hands eagerly messing with the buttons of his dress shirt.
Once you had him shirtless you turned the both of you around as you pushed him down on the bed carefully, smirking at the surprise on his face by you taking the lead. He propped himself up on his elbows as he watched you unbuckle his belt, fidgeting with the button of his pants and his zipper before looking into his eyes as you took off his pants and boxers in one go. His eyes were hungry as he watched you lick your lips, eyeing his rock hard cock in front of you.
You gave him a devilish smile as you wrapped one of your hands around his length, slowly stroking him, watching as he already threw his head back at the feeling. He had dreamt of this ever since he first saw you, you had plagued his dreams and his waking life, you had him thinking of the filthiest things imaginable on the work floor but nothing he had imagined compared to the real thing.
Low whimpers changed to moans as you started sucking on his tip. Dmitri swore that he was in heaven when he felt your lips around his cock, all the while still stroking him with your hand. Almost out of reflex he brought his hand to your head, grabbing a fist full of your hair as your head bopped down on his length, tasting his precum on your tongue. You moaned at the feeling of him slightly pushing your mouth back onto his cock while he cursed under his breath. If your mouth alone already felt this heavenly, Dmitri couldn’t even begin to imagine how your cunt would feel.
“F-fuck,” Dmitri cursed as he watched you take his cock into your mouth, down to his base. You were a sight to look at, holding eye contact with him as you sucked his dick. The closer he got, the less control he had over his body, eventually his hips buckled, bringing tears to your eyes as your gag reflex was tested. “Jesus.” Dmitri was so lost in it, and seeing you there, tears mixed with your eye makeup dripping down your cheeks, it did things to him.
“Baby, f-fuck, I’m gonna-” Dmitri’s sentence was cut short as you suddenly pulled off, drool dripping down your chin, saliva strands hanging between you and his still very hard cock as you grinned at him. “You wanna kill me, pretty girl?” The giggle you let out had his dick twitching as he pulled you up on the bed between his legs, hands moving to undo your bra as you leaned your head against his shoulder, looking at him with those eyes that drove him absolutely crazy.
“Dmitri!” you gasped as he quite literally ripped off your panties, throwing them to the side before his fingers found their way to your clit. You didn’t have much time to protest more because before you knew it he had you moaning on his fingers. His head dipped back down to the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his fingers absolutely destroyed your cunt.
“Say that again, pretty, say my name.” It drove him crazy. The way his name fell off your lips might be his new favorite sound. His thumb came up to draw circles on your clit and you moaned loudly. “Thaaat’s it, sing for me, baby.” he spoke in such a tone that had you clenching your walls around his fingers, he grinned at the feeling, picking up his pace as he watched your face, scrunched up in pleasure as you made the prettiest sounds for him.
“So wet for me, doing so good for me, baby, such a good girl.” you moaned at his words, throwing your head back against his shoulder as you felt your orgasm approaching.
“Dmi- Dmitri I’m- Please,” you gasped, not being able to think straight and form coherent sentences.
“I know, pretty girl. You wanna cum?” You nodded at his words, he had you at his mercy completely. “Go on then, let go for me.”
That was all you needed to hear as your orgasm washed over you, Dmitri’s pace never slowing down as he rode you through your orgasm. His fingers reached places that had your toes curling in pleasure as he curled them up in your velvety walls.
“Dmitri, god-” you hiccuped as he continued to finger your cunt, the overstimulation was building up as you gripped his wrist, trying to get him to slow down. You heard him laugh slowly before retracting his hand. “N-not nice.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, watching his face as he brought his hand up to his face and licking his fingers clean off your juices.
God that’s hot.
You turned around, bringing your lips back to his, moaning softly as you tasted yourself on his lips.
“I need you, Dmitri.” You said, your kisses going down to his jaw, gently sucking and biting here and there as you went, feeling him grip at your hips, moving you to lay down.
Your head rested on your pillows as you watched him settle between your legs, smiling when he leaned over to press a kiss to your lips.
“You ready, baby?” his voice was low, and soft and he was oh so gentle as he guided his dick towards your clit. You heard him sigh in contentment once he bottomed out inside of you, and your fingers moved to intertwine into his hair.
You moaned when you felt him move slightly. “Please, please, please, Dima please.” you buried your face in his neck, feeling a soft laugh run through him.
“Begging already, are we pretty girl?” you nodded shamelessly. Your previous orgasm had you sensitive yet you couldn’t help but want more. Want him. “Whatever you wish.” he said with a kiss to the side of your head.
You moaned loudly as you felt him pull out and immediately thrust back in, setting a comfortable pace as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder while you scratched up his with your nails.
Dmitri was engulfed by it all, he was surrounded by you fully. Your moans, whimpers, your still slightly teary eyes, the look you gave him before kissing him with such passion he didn’t know was possible.
“You feel so good, baby. So so good.” he muttered against your lips as he pulled back from the kiss. He felt you slightly nod, looking at him with adoration when his hand groped at your breast again. It was so overwhelming, it was so good.
His hands slowly moved lower, and lower, reaching between the two of you to draw circles on your clit, watching how your eyes immediately rolled back in pleasure as your back arched.
“Dima, oh. You,” There wasn’t a single right word coming out of your mouth as you looked at the smiling man above you. “So handsome.” you managed between heavy breaths, looking how his smile somehow got even brighter as you reached up and held his face with one of your hands, adoring him.
You felt him picking up the pace as he lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder, your hand falling back on the duvet cover, which you gripped tightly. He reached so much deeper inside of you now. Dmitri felt it too, how your walls clenched around him and how you pressed your eyes closed in pleasure. A string of words came out of you, and neither of you could tell you what you said. The only clear thing being his name.
He reached places inside of you that you were sure of no one had ever touched before.
“Dima. I- Close-” your words were cut short as his fingers came back to your clit, rubbing circles as he groaned.
“I know, baby, me too.” he breathed out, his face scrunched up in pleasure. “Are you on anything?”
You nodded, “Y-yeah, pill. Ah. Please, Dima. Please.”
He nodded, looking you in the eye and giving you a small smile.
“Gonna cum, pretty girl?” he watched you nod, “C’mon then, let go for me.”
That was all you needed to hear before your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, moaning out his name as you did. You felt him put your leg down as he leaned over, gently kissing you as he chased his own high.
“Dima, oh god, Dima, please inside,”
You definitely knew how to kill him, Dmitri thought, those two words drove him crazy.
“Thank you- Fuck fuck fuck, [Name]” he cursed before you heard him moan and letting his head fall on your shoulder. “Gods, my, so good.” You moaned softly as you felt him fill you up, painting your walls white.
He softly lowered himself on top of you, catching his breath as he rested for a second.
“That was…”
“Perfect.” You finished for him before he could say something else and you felt him nod against your chest, his soft curls tickling your chin. One of your hands moved to them, gently swiping some of the curls away from his sweaty forehead.
You didn’t mean to fall asleep right there and then, but you did and Dmitri noticed as soon as your fingers stilled in his hair, so he looked up to you, only to see your eyes closed and lips slightly parted, indicating your sleeping state.
Slowly but surely he pulled out of you, slightly aweing at the way his seed dripped out of your pussy before looking around the room. He spotted the bathroom and walked over as quietly as he could to not wake you. He came back with a glass of water and a towel to clean you up.
You looked so soft, so adorable as you slept, and Dmitri couldn’t help himself to gently kiss your forehead as he pulled the blanket over you.
“Mmh…?” you stirred from your sleep and your eyes met Dmitri’s blue ones once again. “Come, please.” You murmured as you opened your arms, welcoming him back.
Dmitri smiled as he got under the blanket with you. wrapping his arms around you and gently caressing your back as you cuddled up to him.
“Dmitri?” you questioned, cracking your neck to look at him. You heard him hum in reply, “I think I might start to like you a lot.”
He laughed, smiling at you and your complete honesty. “Oh, baby.” he brought his lips down to yours before speaking softly “I know I loved you ever since you got up on that stage in The Ledbury.”
You giggled and buried your face back into his chest, feeling it vibrate with laughter before his adorable laugh echoed through the room.
