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[alilgayblog]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as James Frey

A Million Little Pieces (2018)

[cowboybeepboop]

Perfection

 "I'll have to try even harder next time then. Can't have you downgrading me to just 'good' after all.”

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x fem! Reader 

Genre: smut

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: You’re Sergei’s closest (and only) friend, one night things become more than just friendly.

a/n: as always send any request you have my way! I’ll get to them asap 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the foliage above, you felt an eerie presence nearby. Glancing over your shoulder, you caught a flicker of movement among the trees. It was Sergei, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. 

You'd found him in this very forest when he had first left home, and now, years later, he remained a silent guardian. 

Sergei stood amidst the shadows of the forest, his form blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. His gaze lingered on you, studying your every detail. The familiar scent of the forest and your presence filled his senses, stirring a mix of nostalgia and concern within him.

"You've been here a while," he observed, his voice a low rumble. "Looking for something?"

"Just watching," you murmur, standing as he approaches your side. you brush your hands over your jeans, grinning as you look up at him. 

Sergei, towering above you, stands close enough that you can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. His eyes study your every movement, taking in the way your hands brush over your jeans. A faint smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Watching, eh?" he remarks, his voice a low rumble that seems to resonate through the forest around you. "Find anything interesting?"

"Not particularly, well at least not before you showed up," you observe his strong features in the sunlight, hands aching to touch him.

Sergei's smirk widens as he notices the way your eyes roam over his features, taking in the play of sunlight on his chiseled face. He can feel the subtle tension rising between you, a familiar pull that has always been there.

"Is that right?" he responds in a low, amused tone. "So, I'm more interesting than the scenery then?"

"But of course," you glance around, "the forest doesn't exactly talk back, does it?" 

Sergei's lips quirk into a crooked smile as he considers your retort. His eyes follow the movement of your gaze, taking in the peaceful surroundings.

"True, the forest is a silent spectator." he muses, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "But I happen to be a little more engaging than a few trees and squirrels."

Then, his tone shifts slightly, a touch more commanding yet laced with an underlying softness. "You should join me for dinner. It's late, and I doubt you've eaten anything substantial."

"What's on the menu?" you grin, linking your arm with his as he begins to guide you to his home.

As you link your arm with his, Sergei lets out a chuckle at your question. It was never a struggle to get you to come along when food was involved.

"Nothing fancy, just a simple meal," he replies, his hand instinctively resting on top of yours as he guides you through the trail he and his family had made years before. "Some stew from a rabbit I caught earlier, fresh bread, and maybe a few berries if I can find any."

"Sounds perfect, Sergei." you lean your head against his shoulder, enjoying the heat that's radiating off of him. 

As your head rests on his shoulder, Sergei glances down at you, a warm smile playing on his lips. The familiarity of your touch and the way you lean into him stirs emotions within him. He'd always been protective of you, seeing you as someone he needed to keep safe.

He continues to guide you along the path, the sound of nocturnal creatures filling the night air. "You're quiet tonight," he notes, his voice gentle. "Everything alright?"

Your eyes widen as he catches on to your distracted mind, thoughts filled with the idea of being in his home and surrounded by his scent rather than making conversations. "Of course..." you murmur, "Just a little.. preoccupied." you grin up at him 

Sergei narrows his eyes slightly, a mix of concern and curiosity in his gaze. Your vague answer and the hint of a grin on your face pique his interest, making him even more curious.

"Preoccupied, hm?" he muses, a hint of humor in his voice. "With what exactly?" His arm tightens its hold on you, pulling you closer as if to physically keep you from drifting away in thought.

"That's a secret," you retort, eyes glued on the building ahead of the both of you, Sergei finally guiding you inside his home. 

Sergei's smirk only widens at your response, your words fueling the curiosity further. He watches the way your eyes dart towards his home, knowing exactly what you're thinking. With a slight chuckle, he leads you inside.

The interior is cozy and warm, lit by a few oil lamps that cast a soft, flickering glow over the room. The scent of woodsmoke and herbs fills the air. Sergei closes the door behind you, locking it securely.

"A secret, huh?" he muses, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now you've got me genuinely intrigued."

You take a seat on the couch, relaxing into the plush fabric. "I'll tell you after dinner, I'm too hungry to wait." you pull a blanket over your body, instantly making yourself at home in the familiar environment. 

Sergei watches as you settle into the couch, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. Your ability to make yourself at home in his space doesn't go unnoticed, and he finds it almost endearing.

"Fair enough," he smirks, moving towards the small kitchenette area. "Dinner won't take too long. I promise I'll have you spilling your secrets soon enough." He grabs a few items from his cupboards and sets to work on preparing the meal.

"Take your time pretty boy," you murmur, eyes glued to his back as he moves around the kitchen.

Sergei's shoulders visibly tense for a moment as your voice drifts over to him, a hint of a grin tugging at his lips. Your playful nickname causes a familiar heat to rise up within him, and he can feel your gaze on his back.

Without turning around, he responds in a low, teasing tone, "Careful, I might get used to the praise."

"Youre right, I cant inflate your ego too much." you giggle softly. He finally finishes the meal, bringing you a bowl of the stew.

Sergei carries the bowl of warm stew back to the living area, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he sets it down in front of you. He doesn't miss the way your eyes light up at the sight and smell of the food, and it only adds to his amusement.

"Here," he says, placing the bowl gently in your hands. "Be careful, it's still hot."

Once you have the bowl securely in your grasp, Sergei takes a step back, arms crossed as he leans against the wall. He watches you closely, his gaze taking in every movement, as you bring the spoon to your lips and take a tentative taste of the stew.

"It's perfect Sergei, amazing." you hum in satisfaction, your eyes meeting his while you enjoy the meal he prepared.

Sergei's smirk blossoms into a satisfied smile as he watches you relish the meal. Hearing your genuine praise and seeing the contentment on your face brings a sense of satisfaction to him. 

"Glad you like it," he replies, leaning back a bit as he observes you. His smirk morphs into a wry grin, and he adds, "I promise I didn't poison it."

"Well of course not, you can't go poisoning your only friend." the two of you sit in comfortable silence as you finish your meals. Once you place the empty bowl on the coffee table you feel the intense stare boring into the side of your head, Sergei watching your every move.

As you set your empty bowl aside, you can feel Sergei's intense gaze on you. His eyes meticulously watch you, cataloging every movement, every flicker of emotion that passes across your face. Being the center of his unblinking attention is a sensation that never fails to awaken the butterflies in your stomach.

After a moment, he breaks the silence. His voice is low, with a hint of huskiness in his tone. "So... about that little secret you've been holding onto..."

"Well, I was thinking.. about asking you if I could stay here for the night." you turn to him, expression pleading. "Look I know it's a little inconvenient-" he interrupts you.

Before you can finish your statement, Sergei cuts you off. You sense a hint of surprise mixed with something else in his expression, but it's quickly concealed behind his usual smirk.

He crosses his arms over his chest, a slightly challenging look in his eyes. "Let me get this straight," he says, his voice taking on a dry edge. "You want to... crash here for the night, no explanation?"

"Well I was going to explain but you interrupted.." you murmur, voice soft as your gaze falls to your hands. "It's just I really like spending time with you.." 

Sergei's expression softens as he hears the note of disappointment in your voice. The hint of challenge in his eyes fades, replaced by a touch of guilt. He doesn't respond immediately, his gaze fixed on your lowered hands.

After a moment, he sighs heavily, his voice holding a hint of resignation. "So, that's your big secret then? You just want more time with me?"

"Yes.." you whisper, silently cursing yourself for ever bringing it up. You always knew that your affections were one sided yet the confirmation of it hurts more than you were anticipating. 

Sergei's eyes are unreadable as he absorbs your words, his expression neutral. A moment of silence follows, the only sound in the room the soft crackle of the fireplace. His gaze is fixed on you, studying your expression and the subtle change in your demeanor.

When he speaks, his voice is softer than usual, a hint of sympathy lacing his words. "Is that the only reason? You just... want to be around me more?"

"I like your company, you're comfortable, *familiar*." you carefully gaze up at him with puppy dog eyes. 

A muscle in Sergei's jaw clenches as he looks down at you, your big, pleading eyes meeting his. The sight stirs something within him, but he's not entirely sure what it is. 

After a moment, he lets out a heavy sigh, his expression a mix of resignation and something else. "Fine," he mutters, looking away. "You can stay here whenever. But only on one condition."

"Anything you want." you smile, moving closer to him, your eyes filled with excitement. 

Sergei notices the way you shift closer to him, the gleam of excitement in your eyes making it obvious how much you want to be close to him. He lets out a huff, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Anything, huh?" he muses, his voice a low rumble. "Careful, you're giving me free reign to make all sorts of demands now."

"You're free to make any demands, it is your house after all." you bring your hands to his knees, fingers gently digging into his clothed skin. "But what is your condition?"

As you place your hands on his knees and dig your fingers into his skin, Sergei can feel a slight shiver run down his spine. The mixture of surprise and a sudden flare of heat takes him momentarily off guard, and he has to force himself to focus on the conversation. 

He takes a moment to reply, eyes flickering down to your fingers before fixing on your face again. "My condition..."

He pauses, swallowing back a sharp reply and instead opting for a straightforward request. "You're not sleeping on the couch."

"Then where will I sleep?" your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you move closer.

Your closeness causes Sergei's breath to hitch ever so slightly, his eyes roaming over your face as you approach. He takes a deep breath, attempting to steady himself. 

"You can take my bed," he says bluntly, his gaze not wavering from yours. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"No," you begin to protest, "can we share the bed? I don't want to steal it from you..."

Sergei blinks, clearly not expecting your response. The idea of sharing his bed with you had never occurred to him before, but now that you've suggested it, he can't deny the spark of heat it ignites within him.

He clears his throat, trying to maintain his cool composure. "You... want to share the bed?" he repeats, his voice a touch huskier than usual.

"Yes.." you grin sweetly, "I'd love to." Sergei can feel the heat rising in his cheeks as you grin sweetly up at him, your eagerness obvious. The thought of sharing his bed with you - of having you that close to him for an entire night - is suddenly far more appealing than he wants to admit. 

He swallows, trying to regain some sense of control. "Very well," he manages, his voice rough. "You can share the bed with me, then."

"Shall we head to bed then? It is getting a bit late.." you yawn quietly. 

With your yawn catching his attention, Sergei glances at the nearby clock. It was indeed getting late. The thought of sharing a bed with you is still on his mind, but he has to admit, he's also feeling rather tired.

"Right." he agrees huskily. He stands from the couch, offering you a hand to help you up. "Let's get some sleep then."

"Lead the way, handsome." you follow close behind as he guides you into his bedroom.

As you follow behind him, your light footsteps echoing quietly against the wooden floorboards, Sergei leads you into his simple yet cozy bedroom. The space is just big enough for a queen-size bed and a small dresser, but it's kept tidy and neat.

He steps aside to allow you to enter first, gesturing towards the bed. "Make yourself comfortable," he murmurs, his eyes on you the entire time.

"Thank you, Sergei." you silently creep into the room, taking a seat on the edge of the bed before sliding out of your pants, folding and placing them on the nightstand. You're blissfully unaware of his tense gaze, watching as you pull your bra off from under your shirt, placing it off to the side. 

Sergei stands in the doorway, watching every one of your movements with unblinking intensity. His eyes seem to follow your every gesture like a hawk tracking its prey. Your casual actions - stripping off your pants and then your bra - are like a slow, torturous reveal to him. 

His jaw clenches, fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides as he struggles to maintain his composure. He cannot deny the effect your presence in his space - in his *bed* \- is having on him.

With a final small stretch you slip beneath the covers, eyes wandering to look at him in the doorway. "Are you coming in?" you murmur, not wanting to steal his space from him.

Sergei's eyes remain glued to you as you slip beneath the covers, a mixture of desire and restraint clearly visible in his gaze. At your question, he snaps out of his trance, realizing he's just been standing there staring. 

He clears his throat slightly, steeling himself before slowly approaching the bed and pulling back the covers on the other side. "Yeah. I'm coming in." 

He slides into the bed beside you, trying to maintain a distance but finding himself drawn to your warmth.

"Good night Sergei.." you whisper in the silent and dark room, eyes fluttering shut as you cuddle into the sheets. The sound of your soft voice whispering goodnight only serves to heighten his senses, the intimacy of the situation making it difficult for him to even breathe. 

"Good night," he mutters in response, his eyes lingering on your form for a moment longer before he turns his gaze to the ceiling. It's going to be a long night.

As the minutes tick by, Sergei finds himself unable to sleep. Your body is a mere arm's length away from him, causing the most primal part of his brain to struggle against the temptation to pull you flush against him. 

He tries to think of anything else - anything that could distract him from the overwhelming desire surging through him. Yet, no matter what he tries, his mind drifts back to you, lying so close but still just out of reach...

You shift in your sleep, soft incoherent murmurs slipping from your parted lips as you move closer to him, craving the heat of his body, the feel of his skin against yours. 

As you shift closer to him, unconsciously seeking his warmth in your sleep, it takes every ounce of Sergei's willpower not to react. He feels the heat of your body as you press up against him, your murmurs sounding like a soft siren's song to his lust-fogged brain. 

He grits his teeth, his muscles coiled tight as he struggles to resist the urge to pull you even closer. "Fuck..." he mutters under his breath, his heartbeat increasing with every inch that separates your bodies.

Your bare leg wraps around his thigh as you pull yourself flush against him, your cheek pressing into his chest. You stir slightly, eyes fluttering open and blinking slowly. 

You place your hand on his chest, fingers brushing over his abs as you turn your head to look at him. Your lips curve into a gentle smile as you make eye contact with him, "Is everything alright?" 

As you stir and awaken, the innocent brush of your fingers against his chest sets his nerve endings ablaze. His skin tingles wherever you touch, the feel of your bare leg wrapped around his sending a jolt of heat through him. 

He meets your gaze, his own eyes dark with poorly concealed desire. "It's... fine," he manages to rasp out, trying to ignore the way his body is reacting to your touch. "Just... can't sleep, that's all."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" your eyes lock with his, full of sleepy affection.

Your sleepy gaze, full of warmth and affection, only makes Sergei's self-control slip further. He swallows roughly, his hand itching to reach out and touch you, to pull you even closer to him. 

"I... I don't... know..." he whispers hoarsely. His gaze drifts down to your parted lips, the temptation to lean in and claim them nearly overpowering. "You're making this very... *difficult* for me, you know." Your eyes widen as you realize his implication, your body tensing slightly. 

Sergei can feel the tension in your body as you realize the meaning behind his words. He curses himself silently, hating the way your slight recoil makes him feel. 

He loosens his grip on your hip, shifting to create a small gap between your bodies, his voice dropping to a more soothing tone. "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just... your presence here, in my bed... it's stirring up some unexpected... *desires*."

"Do you.. desire me?" your voice is a breathless whisper as you scan his features, your heart pounding rapidly inside you.

Your quiet question hangs in the air, and Sergei finds himself hesitating for a moment, the weight of his answer almost too much to bear. His gaze fixates on you, unflinching, as his fingers tighten ever so slightly on your hip. 

"Yes," he finally responds, his voice a rough, low rumble. "I do. More than you could possibly understand."

You take a shakey deep breath, gathering the confidence to make a move on this gentle giant. You slide the blankets off of your bodies, moving to straddle his hips, your eyes full of desire as you gaze down at him. 

Sergei's eyes widen slightly as you remove the blankets and boldly straddle his hips, your unexpected move taking him off guard. The sight of you looming over him, your eyes full of desire, sends a sharp thrill of heat through his body and straight to his core. 

His hands fly to your hips, gripping them with a possessive force. "What are you doing...?" he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with restrained desire.

"Sergei.. I want you." you press your palms to his chest, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his. 

As you begin to rock your hips against his, Sergei feels a growl rumble in his chest, his fingers digging further into the flesh of your hips. The pressure builds between your bodies, the friction of your movements driving him wild. 

He grabs your wrists, pinning them down on his chest as he looks up at you, his eyes full of a primal need. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he hisses, his voice barely recognizable.

You continue to grind against him, soft unintelligible noises falling from your lips as you get lost in the feeling of his hardness pressed into your cunt.

With each movement of your hips, Sergei's control unravels further. The feel of your body, grinding against his hardness, sends a surge of raw need through him. He groans loudly, his grasp on your wrists tightening as he fights to maintain some semblance of restraint. 

"Fuck... You... You're going to drive me insane," he mutters, his voice rough and hoarse. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?"

Sergei's eyes flare with a wild, almost desperate hunger as he watches you, his restrained power a stark contrast to your unbridled passion. He releases your wrists, allowing his hands to glide up your arms, feeling the softness of your skin against his calloused fingers. "If we do this..." he warns, his voice strained with need. "There's no going back." His words hang in the air, a silent question and a promise wrapped in one.

"I know..  know but I need you, Sergei please." you whine, lost in the intoxication of his body against yours. 

Sergei's eyes darken further, the raw desire in them unmistakable. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, and for a moment, it seems like he's fighting an internal battle. Then, with a low growl, he surrenders to the need, his hands sliding up to cradle your face. 

He leans in, capturing your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss that steals your breath away, his tongue demanding entry as your bodies become one in a tangle of heat and passion. The bed beneath you creaks as he rolls you over, his strong arms holding you firmly in place as his hips surge up to meet yours. 

Breaking the kiss, Sergei's eyes never leaving yours, he reaches down to tug at the hem of his shirt. With a swift motion, he pulls it over his head, revealing the defined planes of his chest and abs, his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. 

His gaze is intense as he watches you, his movements deliberate as he undoes the button of his pants and slides them down, his erection springing free. Without breaking eye contact, his hands move to your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt and lifting it up over your head. 

His thumbs hook into the waistband of your panties, pulling them down just enough to expose your bare skin to the cool night air. The anticipation is palpable, his eyes never leaving yours as he hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs them down further, exposing your wet, eager cunt. 

He groans low in his throat, the sight of your nakedness driving him closer to the edge. With one swift move, he rids himself of his own underwear, his cock bobbing heavily with desire. His hand moves between your legs, his fingers sliding through your slickness before he lines himself up, his tip brushing against your entrance. 

"Ready?" he asks, his voice a harsh whisper, his eyes burning with need. At your nod, he pushes into you with a slow, agonizingly sweet motion, filling you completely as he buries himself to the hilt.

You nod, unable to find words as his cock slides into you with an agonizing slowness that makes you quiver with anticipation. Your eyes never leave his as he continues to fill you completely, stretching and claiming every inch of your body with a passionate dominance that sends shivers down your spine. 

His grip on your hips tightens as he starts to move, his powerful strokes setting a rhythm that echoes through the quiet night. Each thrust is punctuated by a guttural groan, his eyes never leaving yours as you both get lost in the moment. 

The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, mingling with the faint aroma of the stew from dinner. The warmth of his body is a stark contrast to the coolness of the sheets, creating a delicious friction that sends sparks of pleasure dancing across your skin. 

As he moves within you, Sergei's eyes burn with an intensity that you've never seen before, and you can't help but feel a sense of belonging, a feeling that you are exactly where you're meant to be. His every touch, every kiss feels like coming home, and for the first time in a long time, you feel truly alive and desired.

With each powerful thrust, Sergei's control frays further, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal. His hands grip your hips, guiding your body to meet his with a perfect rhythm that sends waves of pleasure crashing through you. 

You moan his name, your nails digging into his back as your body arches off the bed, begging for more. The room is a symphony of your muffled cries and his feral grunts, the sound of flesh slapping together in an intimate dance. Your eyes are locked in a silent conversation of passion, the fire in his gaze igniting a fierce need within you. 

You can feel yourself inching closer to the edge, your muscles tightening around him as the pressure builds. "Sergei, I'm... I'm going to cum," you gasp out, your body trembling. 

He responds with a low growl, his strokes becoming faster, deeper, pushing you over the precipice until you shatter in his arms, your climax ripping through you like lightning in a summer storm. He follows close behind, his own release a powerful wave that crashes over both of you, leaving you breathless and spent, your bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and sheets.

He falls to the bed next to you, satisfaction filling his body as you cuddle into his warmth. As you both lay there, the night's passion still lingering in the air, Sergei's thoughts whirl with conflicting emotions. 

He can feel your gentle breath against his chest, the weight of your body against his own, and a sudden realization hits him like a punch in the gut. He can no longer deny the depth of what he feels for you. 

The way he had just made love to you - as passionately, hungrily, almost desperately as he had - betrayed his true feelings. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as he tries to make sense of his thoughts.

"Sergei," you breathe out his name, your eyes fluttering shut as you cuddle into him. 

As you breathe out his name, Sergei's arms tighten around you instinctively. He feels a sudden wave of protectiveness wash over him, a fierce need to keep you safe and loved. 

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Yes, my darling?" he mutters into the darkness, his voice thick with an emotion he doesn't dare name.

"That.. that was good," you murmur sleepily, body slowly relaxing.

A small smile tugs at the corners of Sergei's lips as he listens to your sleepy murmur. He can hear the contented exhaustion in your voice, the way your body is melting into his embrace. "Good, huh?" he replies, his tone soft and faintly teasing. "Just good?"

"Perfect." you correct yourself, causing a satisfied and cocky smirk to rest on his lips. 

A cocky smirk forms on Sergei's lips as you correct yourself, his ego swelling at your praise. "Perfect, hm?" he repeats, his voice laced with self-satisfaction. 

He leans down, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. "I'll have to try even harder next time then. Can't have you downgrading me to just 'good' after all.”

[buckypascal]

#for science

[swkywalker]

AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as FRIEDRICH HARDING NOSFERATU (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

[lenacosse]

not to be dramatic but this interview saved my life

[hollywedits]

AARON-TAYLOR-JOHNSON attends the 2024 Armani Beauty dinner photocall at Arsenale on August 31, 2024 in Venice, Italy.

[nyxvuxoa]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Sergei Kravinoff ⤷ Kraven the Hunter | dir. J. C. Chandor

[logansargeantsbabymom]

Sweat

Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!Reader

Req, Anon: "Happy holidays! Can you please do Sergei kravinoff x female reader smut? Reader is taking care of him post hunt by sharing a bath together and it gets 🔥 Ty!"

Genre: Smut

Summary: Y/N takes care of Sergei after a hunt and things get a little hot and heavy

Warnings: Cursing, Oral, Porn with a plot (barely), google translated Russian

The thud of the glass door closing is what jolted me away from the book that I was currently nose deep in. Looking up I'm met with the beautiful sight of my fiancé Sergei who's been out hunting.

I watch as he walks from one end of the little home to the next as he puts away his hunting gear, his skin glistening in a beautiful sheer of sweat.

"You know I can feel your gaze on me моя принцесс (my princess)?" I hear a deep and thick Russian accent pierce the silence. The heaviness of his voice is enough for me to clench my thighs together in hopes of relieving the tingle at my core. Every time Sergei talks, it's like something in me just sparks and I have to jump on his bones and fuck him until the sun comes up. It could be his accent or the way he just knows his way around every crease and crevices of my body or maybe it's the way his gaze on me makes me feel small against him.

Gosh, everything about Sergei right now makes me want to do some unspeakable thing to him. "I'm talking to you" It makes me blink, how long have I been staring at him? I mean this is an everyday occurrence but it's still embarrassing to get caught.

"Hmm?" I said as I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my heads in hopes of clearing my mind from all the thoughts that are currently fresh in my mind.

"What are you thinking of? I can tell there is something going on in that pretty mind of yours." The compliments. If he doesn't stop soon we're gonna have to call his brother and tell him that he's going to be an uncle.

"I was just thinking about how much I need to take a bath," Sergei quirks a brow as a tiny smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as I speak "And how I would love for you to join me- just to save water." I see his eyes darken with lust as a low almost inaudible growl gurgles at the base of his throat.

Sergei lowly strides towards me peeling his sweat drenched jacket off his body, his eyes still staring in mine "Really, мой невинный (my innocent), just to save water?" he's closer now, so much so that I can start to feel his breath on my neck as he leans into me.

My heart pounds against my chest as Sergei's lips near my ear before seductively whispering "And don't even think about lying to me драгоценный (Precious)." his palm comes up to caress my cheek before he grips my chin with enough force not to hurt but to make my eyes shoot open after not realizing they'd fluttered shut. "because you know how much I hate liars." something about the way he's talking to me right now is just so hot, sending shivers down my body and heat traveling to my core. His big muscular arms are the only thing on my mind as my hand goes up to caress the back of his.

"I-I just want to see you naked," hearing my confession makes a full smile break out on his face "and wet." Sergei could tell that I wanted to say more but he didn't want to push like he always does enjoying the way I shrink in embarrassment, instead he gave in almost immediately.

"What are we waiting for котенок (kitten)?" within milliseconds of him saying that does he pick me up and swing me over his shoulders as if my body weight was that of a feather. His long legs striding towards the bathroom and once in, he kicks the door shut before setting me down as he walks over to the shower and turns in on, steam quickly filling up the small room.

Sergei turns to face me, his hands tugging at the bottom on his shirt pulling it up and over his head, before unbuckling his pants and kicking those off, his eyes still never leaving mine as he does so. My eyes rake over his body almost unsure of where to look first. Without thinking I rush in front of him, my hands cupping either side of his face before crashing my lips flush against his. I can taste the faint saltiness of his sweat on my tongue as we start devouring the taste of each other. I pull away needing air, using this time to strip myself of my clothes leaving me more exposed than Sergei, who is still in his boxers.

"You look so sexy Моя любовь (My love), I need you now" without a second thought, I pressed my lips against his again with enough force to have Sergei stumble backwards. I feel his arm snake around my waist as he pulls me into the shower with him, his tongue licking my bottom lip, asking for permission which I grant him at an embarrassingly fast speed.

My hands find his hair as his roam my body, our lips never leaving each others. One of my hands travel south and feels up his hard on, wrapping my hand around his shaft, slowly pumping it while sucking on his tongue. My hand jerks him off faster before I get the sudden urge to wrap my lips around his beautifully long and girth cock.

The urge becoming too strong that I drop to my knees, the water hitting my face as I looked up at him, silently asking for permission as I lick my lips and continue jerking him off, Sergei give a slight nod which was enough of confirmation for me to wrap my lips around his cock, so needy that I forced all 9 hard inches of him down my throat, my one hand kneading his balls while my other hand travels down to my aching clit, rubbing hard circles around the sensitive bud before feeling a hand grip my hair and yank me off his cock. A groan of disappointment leaves my throat as I look up at Sergei, "Don't rush it baby, take your time." he says, leaning down a little to place a quick peck on my lips.

"I want it rough, I need you to ruin me Sergei. I need it, badly." my voice sound pathetic but I'm too horny to actually care. I didn't have to say much because the second those words left my mouth, the hand that Sergei has wrapped in my hair quickly guides my mouth back to his cock before shoving it down my throat, Sergei's other hand coming to the back of my head forcing his cock further down my throat even though my nose is flush against his pubes. I flatten my tongue as a way to let him impossibly further down my throat, my eyes watering and lungs burning as I am unable to breathe. I tap on his upper thigh to signal to Sergei that I need air which he was happily able to oblige to.

A few gasps of air and a wipe away of my saliva later, he's shoving my mouth back on his cock only for him to keep my head stationary and he thrusts his cock in and out of my throat, furthering himself down my throat with each thrust. I feel his cock twitch in my throat signaling that he's about to cum which prompts Sergei to pull my mouth off his cock before yanking my body up and into his arms as he pushes me against the shower wall before reaching between us and grabbing his cock before mercilessly shoving it into my dripping wet and aching core.

Sergei's thrusts are hard, rough and full of need. He's determined to fuck every drop of his cum so deep in me that it would have a 95% chance of fertility, not that it's what he's going for but he doesn't want any drop of his liquid gold to go unused.

Not that I let any drop of his cum go to waste on the regular anyway, whether he cums in my tight pussy or he cums down my warm throat it always stays in me. Who knows maybe if Sergei deserves it, I might let him use my other whole. Only three times in the year and a half that we've been together have I let Sergei fuck my ass and boy does it make him go feral each and every time.

I feel his hips shudder which means that he's close again, I've thought about it for a minute now and I think I'm just gonna do it, "Baby, fuck- you feel so good. I need to cum, are you close too." I whimper through my moans

"Fuck yes, I'm going to cum" Sergei says as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. "Hmm, cum in my ass" I said as I rest my forehead against his. Looking at him, I see his eyes shoot open, his eyes raking my face as if he's trying to find a hint of a joke in my expression, once he finds none he quickly yanks his cock out of my pussy before slowly pushing it into my asshole.

The stinging pain was enough for me to want to tell him that I regretted saying that he could cum in my ass but the pain went away as fast as it came after only a few thrusts. It wasn't long before the pleasure became too much for me and I came undone, my lips attaching to his neck, sucking on the skin, sure to leave some bruising later. About 10 thrusts later does Sergei's hips come to a halt and I feel him shoot long and warm ropes of cum in my ass. I hear a string a nothings coming from Sergei's mouth, the water still hitting us.

After a minute of silence and slight overstimulation, does Sergei pull out and set me down before cupping my face a placing a long and loving kiss to my lips.

" Моя любовь (my love), will you marry me?"

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Aaron Taylor Johnson the man you are 😫

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as tom ryder (specifically as the space cowboy bc hello !!!)

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON as Dave Lizewski

Kick-Ass 2 (2013)

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Happy birthday, baby brother!

Kraven The Hunter (2024) dir. J.C. Chandor

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Super powers include: exposing cheaters

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AARON TAYLOR-JOHNSON. Venice Film Festival.

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Temptations Game

"It's *always* a challenge with you, isn't it?"

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x fem! Reader 

Genre: smut

Word count: 4k

Summary: You’re a reporter, working to learn more about Sergei then he falls into your lap. 

a/n: This was a quick one chat 😋 I’m really enjoying writing about this man omg and as always, send me any requests you might have

You’re a reporter working undercover to get the scoop on the Kravinoff family, somehow you’ve found yourself growing closer and closer to Dimitri. It was perfect, he welcomed you into his open arms and gave you all of the information you could ever need. 

A strong man sneakily enters the room, leaning casually against the wall with a dark glare. His arms are folded across his chest, emphasizing his broad chest and muscular physique. He towers over you, his sheer imposing size making you feel incredibly small in his presence. 

He doesn’t say a word, his intense gaze fixed on you. A smirk quirks up the corners of his lips, his eyes flickering over your body in a way that almost feels like he’s undressing you with his eyes.

"You must be Sergei, the lost Kravinoff brother." You glance up from your computer screen feigning confidence as he stands in the corner of your office. 

Sergei lets out a deep chuckle, the sound of his voice sending another shiver down your spine. He pushes himself off the doorway and takes a few slow steps into the room, his predatory glare fixated on you as he closes the space between you.

“Sharp as a tack,” he smirks as his eyes rake over your body again. He stops just in front of you, looming over you like a giant. “And you are?”

"Y/N, but I'm sure you already know of me. Considering you're seeking me out." not even Dimitri knows that you're a reporter, let alone where your office is. 

Sergei lets out another deep chuckle and runs a hand through his wild hair. He circles you like a lion stalking its prey before he comes to a stop in front of you once again, this time standing even closer, almost invading your personal space.

He tilts his head studying you with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Oh I know all about you,” he says in a low voice that sends another shiver down your spine. “A reporter, isn’t that right?”

"Correct." you gaze up at him, hands turning into fists as you watch his every move. "And what is it you want from me? You don't come out of hiding for no reason."

Sergei leans forward, his face mere inches from yours. His intense gaze pins you in place, his breath hot against your skin as he speaks quietly but with a hint of malice.

“Let’s just say… I have a feeling you might have information that I have a sudden craving for,” he says as he slowly reaches out and traces a finger along your jawline.

"What information would that be?" you brush his hand away from your face, gaze cold.

Sergei grins, clearly amused by your stubborn attitude. He takes a step even closer, now standing so close that you can feel the heat radiating off his body.

“Well…” he purrs as he reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of your face. “You’ve been spending quite a bit of time with my younger brother, haven’t you?”

"You could say that," you clear space on your desk, motioning for him to sit down. 

Sergei raises an eyebrow in surprise, clearly not expecting you to be so brazen, but he grins and saunters over to your desk, taking a seat in front of you. He leans back in the chair, his long legs spread out in front of him, and his gaze fixed on you.

"Enlighten me," he says, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "What kind of relationship have you developed with my dear little brother?"

"A professional one, you don't need to get all jealous here." you stand from your seat, walking to your door, and shutting it. "Now what is it that you actually want from me *Kraven*?" 

Sergei watches as you shut the door, his intense gaze following your every move. He sits up straight now, clearly intrigued and slightly annoyed by your use of his alter ego.

"Let's cut the bullshit," he growls as you turn back to face him. "You're a reporter. You clearly know about what's been going on, and I'm willing to bet you've gotten close with my sweet little baby brother in order to dig up some dirt."

"Not entirely, I quite enjoy Dimitri's company." You carefully sit on the edge of your desk facing him with a watchful expression.

Sergei laughs in response and leans forward, his eyes flickering over your body. He's even closer now, his chair right in front of your desk.

“Ah, yes, I'm sure you ‘enjoyed’ his company very much,” he purrs, his voice dripping with subtle innuendo.

He reaches up to grab ahold of your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it with a firm but gentle grip. He uses it to pull you closer to him, his gaze now burning into your own.

"It was nice to meet you Kravinoff, but I have plans tonight, and they don't include wasting time with you in my office." You move away from him, feeling his watchful gaze on your back, irritation filling your body at the thought of the implications he was attempting to make.

Sergei's eyes narrow, clearly not used to being dismissed in such a way. He watches as you walk away from him, his anger starting to boil underneath the surface.

“You can’t run away from me, my little reporter,” he calls out as you reach for the handle of the door. “I know where to find you, and I **will** be seeing you again.”

"Then I'll see you when you choose to find me again." You grin sweetly, "Make sure to turn off the lights when you leave." 

Sergei chuckles in response, his gaze never leaving your form. He stands there in the center of the room, a towering figure exuding power and dangerous charisma.

"You can count on that, darling," he grins, a predatory gleam in his eye. "I'll be seeing you very, *very* soon."

It's been a few days of radio silence from the older Kravinoff brother, something you find pleasure in and a slight disappointment. 

"Dimitri!" You wave the blond over, the red of your dress a striking contrast against your smooth skin. Your eyes narrow as you see his brother on his heel, an annoying smirk on his lips.

Dimitri jogs over, the light of the theater illuminating the blond of his hair and making him look almost angelic. He grins and throws an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, Dollface,” he smiles, his eyes filled with affection. “You’re lookin’ good tonight.”

Sergei trails behind him, his intense gaze fixed on you as he keeps a few paces behind Dimitri.

"Thank you, you're looking quite handsome yourself." You ignore Sergei's presence, desperate to not give him what he wants. "Shall we go in? The show is about to start."

Dimitri grins and leads you into the theater, his arm still around your shoulders as Sergei follows behind the two of you. Sergei remains quiet and observant, his intense gaze flickering between you and his brother as he walks.

The three of you take your seats in the middle of the theater, with Dimitri sitting in between you and Sergei.

You whisper something into Dimitri's ear, quiet enough that Sergei cannot hear, your hand falling to his thigh giving it a soft squeeze. You train your eyes on the stage in front of you, not acknowledging the intense gaze boring into your face.

Dimitri grins at whatever you say to him, his hand slowly moving to where your own is still resting on his thigh. His fingers gently lace with your own, giving them a soft squeeze in response.

Sergei, meanwhile, continues to watch the two of you, his eyes flickering between your faces and the hand resting on his brother's thigh. His jaw clenches, a visible flicker of annoyance crossing his face before he quickly masks it with a stoic expression.

The show continues, and the tension between the three of you continues to grow. Sergei's gaze never strays from the two of you, his eyes flicking from your face to where your hands are still linked together on Dimitri's thigh.

Dimitri, meanwhile, continues to chat with you, his voice barely above a whisper as he tries to keep his focus on the performance. However, every now and then, you can feel his own gaze flicker over to his brother, trying to judge his reaction to the gesture.

As the show comes to an end you turn to face the blond at your side with a sweet smile, a more delicate expression than Sergei has observed from you, "Thank you for bringing me, Dimitri! The show was amazing." 

Dimitri smiles warmly, his hand still holding onto your own as he speaks. "Of course, love. Anything for you."  

Sergei watches the exchange, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches the two of you together. He can't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watches his brother's hand on your own, the way you smile up at him with that softer expression.

Dimitri stands up from his seat and leads you to the exit, his hand still holding onto your own. Sergei follows behind the two of you, his expression still stoic as he tries to ignore the pang of jealousy growing in his chest.

As you step outside, a cool breeze blows through the air, ruffling your hair and causing a small shiver to run down your spine.

Before you can even react you feel a jacket cover your shoulders, Sergei's musk fills your nostrils causing warmth to pool in your stomach. "Thank you, Mr. Kravinoff," you murmur.

Sergei grins as he pulls his jacket around your shoulders, his hands lingering a moment longer than necessary. You can feel the warmth of his body through the fabric, and the subtle hint of his musk clings to you, filling your senses.

"You're welcome, darling," he purrs, his voice low and velvety. "I couldn't have you shivering out here, now could I?"

Dimitri grins as he observes the two of you, "Don't call me darling." you bite back making the blond's smile falter. 

"Y/N, play nice." Dimitri teases you with a gentle grin, "How about you drive my brother to the restaurant, and get to know each other a bit more before dinner."

A smirk plays at the corner of Sergei's lips as he looks down at you. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his trousers, a lazy, confident gesture that only underscores just how comfortable he is in this situation.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," he says, his eyes flickering over your face. "I wouldn't mind getting to know you a little better, darling."

"Fine, follow me to my car then." you roll your eyes at Sergei, giving Dmitri a soft hug before heading toward your vehicle. 

Sergei grins as he watches you walk towards your car, his eyes roaming over your form unabashedly. He follows behind you, his long legs easily matching your stride. "This is it, huh?" he muses as he looks over the vehicle. "Nice ride, darling."

"Mhm," you murmur, still avoiding his gaze as you slide into your car. 

Once inside the car, Sergei takes the passenger’s seat, his body stretching out into the space available. He takes a moment to look around the interior, his gaze flickering over the dashboard and other features before settling back on you.

His intense gaze follows your every movement as you start the car and begin to drive. The silence between you is charged, his presence filling the small space.

As you drive, Sergei continues to observe you, his gaze flickering from your face to your hands gripping the wheel. His eyes rove over your figure once more, taking in every little detail as he studies you with an almost predatory air.

"You're quite quiet, darling," he comments, his low voice cutting through the silence. "Care to break the silence and have a conversation with me?"

"Not particularly, I prefer the silence." you lean forward, turning the volume dial on the radio to drown out his voice.

Sergei scowls as the music from the radio fills the car, obscuring any attempts at conversation. He rolls his eyes and looks out the window, irritation written on his face.

The two of you continue to drive in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the soft music playing from the radio breaking the tension. Sergei continues to watch you, his gaze fixed on your face as you focus on the road ahead.

You pull into the restaurant parking lot, reaching for your phone to see how far away Dimitri is. Instead, you find a text from him simply stating: 'Good luck tonight! I think it's best if the two of you have some alone time ;) you've been offly tense lately.' 

"Oh, come on." you groan, rolling your eyes as you put the phone back down. 

Sergei glances over as he hears you groan, his eyes narrowing in question.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asks, his voice tinged with subtle irritation. He glances down at your phone in your hands, then back up at you, his expression unreadable.

"Dimitri has some better things to do tonight." you turn to face the bearded man next to you, "Shall I drive you back home?" 

Sergei's eyes darken at your offer, a hint of annoyance flashing across his face. He crosses his arms across his chest, his muscles flexing underneath the fabric of his shirt.

"No, no. I don't think so," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "I came here to spend time with *you*, darling. Not to be sent away like some pesky little insect."

"Then my place, I don't feel like eating out." you sigh, adjusting your neck as his hardened gaze stays on you. 

Sergei's eyes flick over you as you adjust your neck, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he notices you squirm under his gaze.

"Your place, eh?" he drawls, his voice taking on a more mischievous tone. "Lead the way, darling. And be warned… I’m feeling quite ravenous tonight."

"Ravenous hm?" you question, starting the engine back up and driving toward your apartment.

As you start the engine, Sergei settles back into his seat with a satisfied grin. His eyes flicker over your face, his gaze lingering on your neck once more before he speaks.

"Yes, darling. Ravenous," he purrs, his voice dripping with a hint of desire. "It's been a while since I've had a good... *meal*."

"And what makes you think you'll have one tonight?" you glance at him from the corner of your eye.

Sergei chuckles in response, his eyes glimmering with a dangerous twinkle. He turns his gaze towards you, his smile growing wider as he takes note of your slight glance in his direction.

"Oh, darling," he says, his voice dripping with a hint of cocky confidence. "With a mouth like *yours*, I have no doubt I'll be having quite a delicious meal tonight."

"What's the focus on my mouth?" you pull into your parking space, killing the engine once again. "I won't be using it on you, at least not anytime soon."

Sergei growls in response, his irritation flaring up as you shut down his attempt at flirting. He can't help but feel annoyed by your refusal, especially when it comes to your mouth.

"It's hard to resist, darling," he says, his eyes flickering over your lips as he speaks. "Such a pretty little mouth, it looks like it would feel *very* nice."

"I'll let you test it out on one condition." you turn to him, the collar of your dress low enough to expose your cleavage to his hungry eyes. 

Sergei's eyes immediately zero in on the exposed skin of your cleavage, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he takes in the sight. His eyes flick back to your face, his expression becoming more intense as he focuses on your words.

"One condition?" he says, his voice a low, velvety purr. "Name your terms, darling."

"Let me use yours first," you smirk, reaching over to brush your finger across his lips. 

Sergei's lips part as you brush your finger across them, his tongue licking against the tip of it as he looks down at you through half-lidded eyes. His jaw tenses as he processes your words, clearly surprised by your boldness.

"You want to test out *my* lips, darling?" he says, his voice taking on a huskier tone.

"I want to test out... all of you," you murmur, gaze wandering over his body. 

A low growl rumbles in Sergei's chest as your eyes rake over his body, his muscles tensing beneath the fabric of his suit as your gaze lingers on his form. He can feel your desire, and it only serves to make his own hunger flare up even more.

"All of me, hm?" he purrs, his lips curving into a dangerous smile. "Are you sure you can handle it, dollface?"

"Is that a challenge, Kraven?" you tease, stepping out of the car and walking toward the elevator, not even waiting for him to catch up to you. 

Sergei follows after you, long legs quickly closing the distance between you. He catches up to you just as you enter the elevator, his hand reaching out to grab your wrist and pull you back against his chest. 

He pins you against the wall of the elevator, his intense gaze burning into yours as he towers over you.

"Oh, darling," he purrs, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "It's *always* a challenge with you, isn't it?"

"*Always*," you repeat, eyes glued to his lustful ones. You guide him to your apartment, fingers pulling him by his belt loops. 

Sergei grins as you lead him towards your apartment, his body following easily as your fingers pull him along by the belt loops of his trousers. 

His eyes roam over your form, his gaze flickering over every dip and curve of your body, taking in every little detail. 

Once inside, he pushes you up against the nearest wall, his body pressing against yours as his large hands come up to pin your wrists on either side of your head.

Your lips crash against his desperate to feel him closer, you let out a soft moan, legs squeezing together with anticipation.

Sergei's tongue easily slips into your mouth, claiming it for his own as his large body pins you even more firmly against the wall. He swallows your moans greedily, his hands tightening around your wrists as he takes control.

His knee slips between your legs, pressing up against your core as he continues to kiss you, his tongue exploring your mouth with an almost violent hunger. You let out a desperate moan, grinding down on him as the kiss grows more and more needy. 

Sergei growls deeply as you grind down on his thigh, his body shuddering with desire as he feels your need against him. He bites down on your bottom lip, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh as a punishment for being so needy.

His hands release your wrists, moving down to your hips to grip them firmly. With his strong grip, he lifts you up against the wall, your legs wrapping around his neck as he positions his face between your thighs. 

His lips leave dark purple marks all over your inner thigh, his nose occasionally brushing the growing wet spot of your panties as he continues to tease you. 

Sergei savors the taste of your skin as he marks you with deep, possessive kisses, his lips leaving behind a trail of purple love bites on your inner thighs. His nose brushes against the fabric of your panties, his breath hot and heavy on your core as he teases you. 

He smirks against your skin, his tongue flicking out to gently press against the wet fabric, his eyes flickering up to take in your reaction. 

"You taste even better than I imagined, darling," he murmurs, his voice a low, throaty rumble against your skin.

"Fuck Sergei.." you tangle your fingers in his hair, his beard brushing over your sensitive flesh. "You're so strong... So hot." your eyes are full of lust as you gaze down at him. 

Sergei grins up at you, his eyes glimmering with a smug expression as he hears your words. He takes in your lust-filled gaze, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he feels your fingers in his hair.

"You don't know the half of it, darling" he murmurs, his tongue slipping out to taste you through the fabric of your panties once more. 

He begins to soak your panties more, sucking out the juices you left behind. He slips your underwear to the side, freeing your aching cunt to the cool air of your home, you tug on his hair slightly desperate for more than just teasing. 

Sergei chuckles deeply as he feels you tug on his hair, his eyes flickering back up to your face as he looks up at you. He takes in your expression, the desperate need for more written all over your face. 

He grins at you, his hands moving to grip your thighs firmly again. "So impatient, darling. But I suppose I should give you what you want..." he murmurs, his voice a low, velvety purr. 

He pushes your body against the wall, holding you up by your ass, his tongue begins its frantic attack on your clit. 

As his tongue laps at your clit with expert precision, you can't help but throw your head back with a moan that echoes through the small elevator space. Your nails dig into his scalp, urging him to go faster, harder, deeper. The sensation of his beard scraping against your tender skin sends shivers of pleasure down your spine, making you arch your back and press your breasts against his face as you lean forward and he works his magic between your legs. 

You can feel the orgasm building within you, a delicious cocktail of tension and desire that threatens to shatter your very core. His hands tighten on your thighs, his grip firm and unyielding as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. You whisper his name in a breathless chant, the sound of your voice mixing with the wet sounds of his mouth on your flesh. 

The pressure builds to a crescendo, and with one final flick of his skilled tongue, you come undone. Your body spasms against the wall as waves of pleasure crash over you, your legs quivering and your voice rising in a keening wail that fills the room. 

Sergei's grip on your thighs tightens, holding you up as you ride out the intense climax that shakes you to your very core. As the last tremors subside, he slowly, almost reluctantly, pulls away, his eyes dark with hunger as he watches your body react to the aftermath of your release. 

"Fuck Sergei," you gasp, leaning against him as the tremors subside. 

Sergei smirks up at you, his eyes still dark with desire as he brushes a lock of hair out of your face. "Don't worry, darling," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "I'll take care of you."

He gently sets you down on the floor, his strong hands sliding from your thighs to your waist, steadying you as your legs threaten to buckle beneath you. With a knowing smile, he leans in to whisper into your ear, "Why don't you go relax on the couch, I'll whip us up some dinner. I know just what you need to keep your energy up."

You nod, still trying to catch your breath, the warmth of his hands on your waist making you feel safe and desired. "Okay," you murmur, your voice husky with need. You lean into him for a moment, your breasts pressing against his chest before you pull away and make your way to the living room, leaving him to his culinary endeavors.