boston (ilya rozanov x fem!reader) (an ilya x bunny prequel)
summary: ilya and bunny enjoy a night at a hotel in boston.
uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.
โก the shane & ilya collection
tags: oral (f and m!receiving), fingering, spitting in mouth, handjob, p in v, unprotected sex (this is fiction, pls wear a condom). i gave up on editing + itโs kinda ass but here you go <3
boston, massachusetts. 2012.
โIlya, please.โ
The pleaโwhich makes the third in the last twenty minutesโtakes every bit of effort to wheeze out, and itโs answered with a gravely hum between her legs. Where Ilyaโs happily planted himself, hands gripping her thighs and keeping them wide on either side of his head, calves pulled over his broad shoulders. He knows by the way she drags her heels back into his shoulder blades, the way her hips lift up like sheโs running toward the headboard, that sheโs going to cum again.
Ilya tightens the suction he has on Bunnyโs clit, a pucker of his lips and squeeze of his cheeks. She cries out, hands pushing at his head. But heโs right where he wants to be, tongue prodding at her pulsing hole, and he doesnโt plan on leaving any time soon.
Tears kiss Bunnyโs eyes in burning fashion, so much blood rushing to her head that a pulsating nestles in her temples and in her neck. A particularly sharp graze of Ilyaโs teeth against the sensitive flesh of her clit pushes a gasp of air through her lungs, a loud inhalation that comes out choked. She wrenches the curls in her fists, desperately trying to yank him off of her as she cumsโagain.
Ilya pulls away, prying her hands from his hair as he rests back on his knees on the bed. Bunny collapses limply on the center of the mattress, writhing and panting in the mess of rumpled sheets. Ilya holds her hands in his a moment longer, letting their fingers intertwine. Her legs are still held open wide, knees fallen back against the bed. She has her head tipped aside, neck bared, and Ilya leans forward to lick up the channel of it. She tastes of that sweet dessert perfume and salty sweat.
โMm, how many now?โ Ilya hums, hovering above her on his knees to smirk down at her pliant form.
Still gathering her breath, Bunny can only blink slowly and grunt. Ilya releases one of her hands and reaches his between her legs again, rubbing his thumb into her swollen clit. She immediately jerks, thighs clamping shut around his hand.
โIlya,โ she whines.
The Russian chuckles, nudging her left leg away until it falls back again. โAt least three, da? I want five.โ
Bunnyโs head snaps his way, eyes bulging wide. โFiveโโ
โDa.โ Ilya shrugs, cocking his head to watch between her legs as his thumb moves in another small, firm circle. Her thighs begin to quake again. โIs easy.โ
โI-I canโtโโ
โYou can.โ
Ilya snatches her hand as it reaches to push his away, and soon her wrists are crossed together and pinned against her stomach as he shimmies between her legs again. His free hand comes down in a quick crack on the inside of her trembling thigh when it attempts to shut again.
โKeep them open,โ he demands. โI am not done.โ
His mouth is back on her cunt in no time and he wonders if theyโll hear her cries all the way down the hall. Itโs a thrilling thought that zips through him like a lick of heat. He hopes theyโll write about it in the tabloids. Ilya Rozanov eats pussy like a fucking king.
Being between her legs, making her cry and whine and shriek like, as he so fondly puts it, a starving animal, is easier than being with his thoughts right now. His brain stops working here, with his tongue inside of her and his hands pinning her down. He doesnโt have to think about the texts waiting on his phone, the missed calls, that Metros player that really gets under his skin. He doesnโt have to worry if his father is okay, if his brotherโs coked out. He doesnโt have to worry about what a shit game they played tonight and how much his body hurts.
He just has to think about Bunny, and how many times she can cum.
โIlya, please,โ she squeals, twisting and writhing in his grip.
He uses his forearms to pin her legs down, keeping her wrists against her hip now. It tastes some strength with the force in which the poor girl keeps moving, but heโs just not done yet.
If she can talk, heโs not done.
Ilya pulls back again but remains close, gazing from navel-level at Bunnyโs contorted face as he moves one arm from her thigh and plunges two fingers inside of her. She clenches around him, fluttering with every struggled gasp. Her head tips back only to snap aside, shoulders twisting and stomach shuddering like a woman possessed.
โSuch a good girl,โ Ilya purrs, curling his fingers to glide along the gummy warmth inside of her.
Bunnyโs brows pinch together, mouth parted to release hoarse gasps. She almost looks like sheโs about to sneeze. It makes Ilya chuckle again as he releases her hands to pat her thigh twice in quick successions.
โYou will cum, then break.โ
If she hears him, she doesnโt acknowledge it. She only squirms again with an agonized croak, tears slipping in slow blobs down her cheeks. Ilya leans over her cunt again and puckers his lips, dripping a glob of spit onto her clit. He uses his thumb to rub it in, moving the swollen pearl in quick, firm circles.
Bunny snatches at the sheets below her, toes curling and back twisting again. Ilya watches with hawkish intent, never moving his gaze from the veins bulging in her neck or the squeeze of her eyes punching shut. He plunges deeper inside of her, lets the tips of his fingers poke at the part of her that resists and pulses back. It makes her kick at him, and he knows then that he wonโt stop.
She tries to scream on the fourth orgasm, but her mouth opens, and nothing comes out.
Ilya takes his fingers out of her slowly, rubbing his other hand over her thigh to ease the shaking. He massages the flesh there, the muscle flexed with unease. He pops his fingers in his mouth to suck them clean. Bunny hasnโt opened her eyes yet.
โGood girl,โ he praises curtly, patting her thigh again. She barely even moves.
Ilyaโs jittery tonight. Typically, heโs cool and collected with Bunny. She loves to please and he loves to be pleased, so their game of push and pull typically comes with ease. But something about tonightโs game, about feeling like a one man show out on the ice, being left to fend for himself while his teammates fucked off and got into unnecessary fights, made Ilya feelโฆoff. He wants the control back.
Bunny always gives it to him.
Ilya presses one hand beside her head and leans over her body, touching her jaw with his free hand. He consumes the bottom half of her face with his touch, and forces her head straight. There, he collects her mouth in a tongue-first kiss. Her struggle to breathe recommences instantly.
He devours her mouth with as much intensity as the past hour had been, unrelenting in his chase for her tongue. She groans against him, hands buzzing when they come to grab at the firm, warm muscle of his biceps. He strategically lowers his hips, his hard, bare cock dragging against the hot wetness of her pussy. Itโs enough to make her whimper.
They started fucking raw a few months ago in his Mercedes when they forgot the concept of condoms.
โWant one more,โ he mutters against her lips.
โIlya,โ she groans, tipping her head away to detach their mouths. โI need a minute.โ
Ilya exhales, moving to run the tip of his nose along her wet cheek. He receives a small sniffle in return. He uses his hold on her jaw to pull her back and peck a rough kiss against her mouth again.
โOkay.โ He rolls next to her with a dramatic, heavy flop and throws his arms over his head. โWe will catch our breath.โ
They lay there a moment, Bunny holding her hand to her chest, wiping her wet cheeks absently every few moments, Ilya staring at the ceiling and drumming his finger over his stomach. It felt like they dove right in when they entered the hotel, and now here they were, in a silent room, with nothing to talk about.
It only lasts a minute before Ilyaโs hopping up from the bed and crossing the room. Bunny tips her head for a view of him, watching his bare ass sway. He stops at the gold bar cart near a decked out snack station, and she hears the tinkling of glass and the clink of bottles as he picks his poison.
He turns with a stout glass full of vodka and locks eyes with the naked girl on the bed. Taking a slow sip, he holds the liquid in his cheeks until it burns before swallowing it. His eyes rake over Bunny as she pushes up on her elbows.
โGonna pour me one, Rozanov?โ
His gaze darts up to her face and the coy smile twisting on her mouth. He hums over the rim of the glass as it approaches his mouth again and motions with two fingers.
She waits until he swallows again, to hear the command spoken. โCome.โ
It feels like hauling a thousand pounds just to peel herself off the bed, and when she stands, her knees wobble. Like jelly on her feet, she takes one step forward only for Ilya to cock his head and raise his brows.
Bunny flushes, sinking to her knees on the hotel carpet. She slinks toward him with salacious tilts of her hips, swishing her ass the way she knows he likes. She tips her head back to peer at him as she stops at his feet, pressing back to rest on her heels. Her hands raise to glide over his thighs, nails grazing his flesh gently.
Ilya tucks his knuckles under her chin and props her head up. โLet me see your tongue, milaya.โ
Her tongue lolls out in a flash of pink. Ilya tilts her head back a little further, bringing the glass of vodka to hover above her open mouth. It tips slowly, and she watches with careful caution as the liquid slides toward the open rim. It slips over the edge and touches her tongue in careful precision. Bunny swallows, locking eyes with Ilya once more.
His lips have parted to emit soft, bated breaths. His cheeks are a rosy shade of pink, that distant, blissed-out look in his eye that means heโs ready to go again (but when is he not?). His cock is hard and standing to attention in front of Bunny again and she suddenly and desperately wants to have it in her mouth. Sheโs certain heโs going to take her hair in his hand and direct her there when he suddenly throws back the rest of the vodka and sinks to his knees before her.
Here, theyโre eye-level, and hers are blown wide with surprise when he moves his hand from under her chin to her jaw again. Their mouths meet with bruising force, a punishment of a kiss. His teeth scrape her bottom lip, his hand squeezes her cheeks. He pulls back, hinging her jaw open with his fingers on her cheeks, and spits into her waiting mouth.
Ilya swallows Bunnyโs gasp with his intruding tongue, dipping into her mouth when he kisses her again. He sets the glass on the floor beside them to free his hand, just to smack the fat of her ass the way heโs been dying to since she crawled across the room. The impact of skin on skin is a sharp crack through the room. It moves her closer to him, closing the small distance between their bodies.
Their skin clings together with the onset of more sweat, the hardness of her nipples perked against his chest, the hardness of his cock sliding against her stomach. She reaches between them to wrap her hand around the length of it in a firm squeeze. Ilya groans into her mouth.
โFuck,โ he huffs against her lips, letting his hand travel from her face to the back of her head. He gathers a fistful of her hair and grips tight. โLike that, dorogoya.โ
She rips her hand away and spits into it quickly, bringing the new wetness to his cock. Her palm squelches around him, pumping up and down with slow, languid twists of her wrists. She lets her thumb slide over the weeping head every so often, each time her hand glides upward there. Ilya grunts, gritting his teeth together as he pulls back to watch her work. He holds here where he wants her, head tipped back to bare her neck to him, eyes forced on him and his display of pleasure.
โYou want it in your mouth?โ he asks, never moving his eyes from her hand on his cock.
Bunny adjusts her grip, flipping her hand so her thumb and forefinger appear over the top of his cock in a loop. โYes, please.โ
He looks at her now, eyes flickering over her face. Hers are already glistening again.
โPlease what?โ
โPlease let me suck your cock.โ
He shoves her hand off him and uses his grip on her hair to bend her halfway. Her hands slam into the carpet to catch herself, mouth open and ready to accept the cock standing hard and angry in her face. He slides over her tongue and to the back of her throat, prodding once and pulling a gentle gag.
Ilya moves both hands to her hair, gathering the length of it in his hold. He watches Bunnyโs hips shift, pushing her ass out further, arching her back a little more. He bobs her head up and down, listening to the wet slurp of her mouth, feeling the heat of it slide over his cock. She always stretches her tongue all the way out, reaching for the furthest parts of him the best she can. It wags back and forth when he holds her down, cock lodged into her throat.
Ilya fits one hand over the front of her throat and shift his hips, feeling the head of his cock bulge against her throat.
โFuuuck, is me, hmm? Feel me, Bunny?โ
She nods against him, fingers curling into the carpet. Her eyes pinch shut, the air in her lungs dissipating as blood rushes to her head.
Ilya pulls her off of his length slowly, watching every inch slip from between her lips until his cock bobs between them. A string of spit and cum follows her mouth and she catches it with her hand. He exhales slowly, feeling heat settle and pulse in his cheeks. The tops of his ears are blazing hot and a thin sheen of sweat coats his chest.
โEnough break?โ he asks her, moving one hand to stroke her cheek with the back of his knuckles.
Bunny nods, swallowing around a thick rope of spit lodged in her throat. โWant you to fuck me.โ
Ilya hums, glancing behind her at the bed. He nudges his chin toward it. โShow me.โ
She throws crawling out of the window and hurries to the bed on her feet, sliding in the center on her hands and knees. She deepens the arch in her back and tosses her head over her shoulder to Ilya.
โLike this,โ she whispers.
Ilya stands slowly, glacially, pulling his empty glass with him. He turns his back to her, and Bunny does her best to keep her arms strong, to keep herself propped up and waiting for him. Liquid glugs from the vodka bottle into the bottom of his glass, and when he turns to face her again, itโs half full. He brings it to his mouth, drinking as he approaches the bed. He bypasses her to set the glass on the nightstand, where her glasses are tucked neatly in a travel case and a book from last nightโs early bedtime waits. She digs her teeth into her tongue when the glass presses into the delicate paper of the book cover.
He disappeared behind her, and she barely has a moment to register his wide, firm heat before his hand is around the nape of her neck. He presses her down with a firm grip, face squished against the damp, wilted sheets. The other hand comes to the swell of her hip, the curve of her waist. He pulls her back, seating her ass against his bare cock.
โLike this,โ he corrects lowly.
Sometimes, he teases. Runs the head of his cock along her wet pussy just to watch her squirm, prods at her fluttering hole once, twice, maybe three times if sheโll take it that longโuntil she whines and her hips start to dance side to side. She always loses her words like this, with his weight pinning her down, his strength overwhelming her.
Tonight, Ilya doesnโt feel like teasing. He lines up with her hole and pushes in with one great push of his hips. He plunges until their hips are flush, her ass against his pelvis, his hand squeezing around a fat of flesh. Bunny groans, long and muffled by the mouthful of mattress she takes in the turn toward the bed.
He sets an immediate, punishing rhythm, a relentless back of forth of feverish thrusts. He holds her down all the while, tipping her head back to the side so she can breathe when he feels her skin grow hot beneath his touch. Her cheek is wet with drool and now tears, wobbling in the corner of her eye before slipping down her face, bringing black streaks of makeup as they come. Ilya brings his thumb up from her neck to her chin to catch one as he pulls her hips back to meet his thrusts.
โPlaksa,โ he murmurs with a snicker. Crybaby.
She never knows what heโs saying and he never tells her. Then again, she never asks. She just takes it, whatever Russian he spews at her or mutters under his breath as they writhe and tumble in euphoric bliss. She can imagine that heโs saying anything, even things she knows those mutterings do not mean.
โAh,โ Bunny cries, hands sliding along the sheets at her sides when Ilya begins what she calls the jackhammer. Sheโs not quite sure how someone can move at such a quick, feverish rate, but Ilya does it.
โCum, malaya.โ Ilya releases her hip to smack his hand down on her ass and watches her eyes pinch shut. โGive me last one.โ
Sheโll wonder later which he enjoy moreโfucking her, or knowing he can make her cum five times. That he has her on will call, sending tickets in the mail and a text with flight details. Calling when he touches down in Toronto to make sure she knows heโs there. She hides the Raiders season schedule in a drawer when he comes, but they both know she has it memorized. He only flies her out for home games, only visits in Toronto. They oscillate between the cities with ease and expertise and itโs never, ever anything more.
Ilya pulls out when sheโs finished, jerking his cock over her ass to cover it in his release. He groans the whole time, smacking at the side of her ass appreciatively when heโs done. He collapses beside her on the bed with a huff, red in the chest beneath his cross and glistening with sweat. Bunny sinks into the mattress feeling used and spent, exhaling heavily into the sheets.
โFive,โ he sighs, and when she blinks up, thereโs a satisfied grin on his mouth.
โUh huh.โ
โWas good.โ He leans over and kisses her quickly on the cheek.
He pulls back and tips his head to the mess along her back and hums, hand sweeping over her hair where it clings to her cheek. He presses his mouth there one more time before bouncing off the bed. Heโs still panting, barely recovered and catching his breath, but heโs still searching for his clothes. He hooks two fingers in his shoes and slings the duffel bag from tonightโs game over his shoulder, ignoring the mess he left and the untouched vodka on the nightstand as he heads to the door.
On the bed, Bunnyโs twisted up in the sheets. She had enough energy for that, at least.
He smiles at her as he pulls the hotel door open. โGoodbye, Bunny. See you next month.โ
โSee you.โ
He smiles, a row of beautiful white teeth in the dim light, and then heโs gone.
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