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corpsebasil · 1 year ago

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firefighter nikolai part 2

au: after Nikolai saves you from a fire you’re more than willing to repay him.

part 1 18+ smut

“How you doing, sweetheart?” The first voice you’ve heard for hours asks, the steady beeping of a machine and the hiss of an air conditioning unit buzzing in the background. You groan and move to sit up, flinching when a hand moves to your back to assist you. “Hey, I’ve got you, Cinnabon. You okay?” His words are an echo of what he said to you after the fire and it’s a fact not lost on you.

You blink wearily over at Nikolai; he’s got a few cuts on his face and an exhausted look about him but other than that, he’s unscathed. His eyes are full of worry even if he’s forcing a small smirk, the furrow in his brow giving away just how scared he was—is—for you.

Cinnabon. Of all names right now.

“It was…one time.” You manage to rasp, earning a shaky laugh from the blond. He moves his hand up and down your back in soothing motions, his features relaxing. “Dominik’s okay?” Gods, your throat feels like it’s on fire.

“Yeah.” He nods. “All good. Trust me if anyone was getting out of that fire alive, it’s Dom.”

“Does he know—”

“He trusted me to get you out.” Nikolai explains quickly, not wanting you to think less of your brother for not being the one to save you. It’s needless—you trust Dominik with your life. “Believe me, though, I would’ve done anything I could to get you out. Anything.”

Nikolai runs through the flames, not caring if he’s burned alive as he tears through the fiery restaurant. Of all places—of all times—you have to be here. On a damn date, too.

Your asshole of a date didn’t even bother to stick around to help you, not that Nikolai blames him much. People do irrational things in emergencies but this, you… You were more important than anything. Nikolai would’ve died before leaving you.

“Y/N!” He yells, dodging a falling piece of the ceiling as he shoves aside a broken table. “Y/N, where—“ that’s when he hears it. The screaming coming from the woman’s bathroom.

Nikolai darts through a pathway that’s on fire, not caring if anything happens, and moves towards the bathroom door. You’re inside, yelling for help, the door blocked by flames that make the handle too hot to open with bare skin.

Utilizing his gloves and boots Nikolai stamps out as many flames as he can before yanking the door open, spotting you huddled in a corner of the bathroom, choking on smoke and in tears.

“Nik—” Is your weak call to him before he’s running over, hitting his radio as he moves.

“I’ve got a civilian in the bathroom. Get medical ready.” He speaks into the receiver, waiting briefly for Dominik’s response as he squats in front of you. “C’mere Cinnabon. Gonna get you out, okay?” His voice is soothing and you nod, unable and unwilling to protest as he scoops you up into his strong arms.

A second later he’s racing out of the bathroom, your weak body clinging to his in fear of all the fire swarming the restaurant. You’d just wanted a nice, simple date. A lovely Italian bistró that has the best tiramisu on God’s green Earth but this—a fire—hadn’t been anywhere on your radar.

“They okay? What’s the status?” Is Dominik’s reply through the radio, causing Nikolai’s jaw to clench as he hurtles towards the door. Time is ticking; he has no idea how long until this building collapses around the two of you.

“She’s um—” he swallows, tucking your head closer to his chest as you tremble, his legs carrying the two of you faster and faster to the exit. “It’s Y/N, Dom.”

Silence.

“Get her out.”

“I will.”

The moment his shoulder slams into the door and you’re outside, chaos erupts.

You’re clutching the material of his jacket as tight as possible, your temple knocking into his helmet with almost every step. You don’t care. Smoke is in your nose, on your skin, in your hair, but Nikolai is here. Nikolai’s fingers are digging into your flesh, his grip almost bruising. It’s like he’d rather die than let you go; like you’re two parts of one person he can’t live without.

“Y/N!” Dominik yells, shoving through the crowd of onlookers and firemen to reach Nikolai. Your eyes blink slowly as his hand touches your forehead and—are you imaging things?—Nikolai’s hold on you tightens an almost protective fraction. “Oh god. Shit. You okay? Shit, Mom’s gonna kill—”

The end of his rant is lost to you when you glance up, finding Nikolai’s worried gaze on yours. His blue eyes are searching your face for something you don’t know when he nods once, lips twitching at the corners.

“I’ve got you, Cinnabon.” He murmurs, eyes softening when you loop your arms tighter around his neck, your forehead nuzzling tiredly into the crook of his neck. The smoke is probably getting to you.

“I know.” You sigh, lips brushing the skin of his neck, before you sink into sleep.

Nikolai sighs and keeps his hand on your back, the other moving to gently touch your knee over the hospital blanket. Your skin feels on fire for more than one reason, burns aside. It’s not your fault, really—Nikolai has always been attractive and the banter between the two of you is easy but this…saving your life? He might as well have a halo over his head with the way you’re looking at him.

“And um—” You glance around, spotting the IV in your arm and feeling the dry pain of your throat. “I’m not dead or anything, right?”

At this he outright laughs, fingers tightening on you as his shoulders shake. After a second or two you giggle as well, tentatively, before he’s massaging your knee with his thumb and ripping your breath straight from your lungs.

“I swear, only you would joke right now.” He breathes, eyes crinkled at the corners as he takes in your smiling face. “I swear, this is why I—” he stops himself and forces another laugh. “I’m going to hang a photo of you up in the firehouse. ‘Captain Cinnabon’ is your new official ranking.”

“Oh my god, stop.”

“‘Survivor of Fire’. ‘Sweet as Sugar’.”

“Nikolai, if you don’t—”

“‘Rescuer of Baby Squirrels and Feeder of Firemen’.”

“Nik.”

“‘Ten Time Champion of—‘”

You slap a hand over his mouth and grin as he watches you, his amused expression melting into something like relief. His eyes blink slowly, lips touching your palm, and you suddenly find breathing a bit difficult as you slowly extract your hand.

He catches your wrist, though, and you truly don’t know how to breathe when he moves forward and presses a soft kiss to the center of your hand. His forehead is pressed into your touch next, a tired sigh leaving the man’s body as he simply holds your palm against him, melting into you.

You don’t speak until he does.

“Try somewhere else when you’re going on a shitty date, yeah?” He asks, eyes hidden from your view as he presses his forehead further into your palm. His hair tickles the tops of your fingers, his skin warm, and you shiver involuntarily. “Maybe find a man that can cook? Or get takeout?”

“A man that can cook?” You ask with a slightly breathy laugh. “Not many I’ve met.”

“I make a mean roast.” He blurts, then pauses. “If you’re interested.” You watch the top of his head for a moment before he pulls away, embarrassed gaze meeting your own. “Forget it, sorry. I just—”

“I’d love that.” You say quickly, fingers wrapping around his own. “I mean—I could make dessert. If you want.”

His smile is nothing short of dazzling when he nods, blue eyes locked onto yours.

“Perfect.” He mumbles, dropping another quick kiss onto your knuckles. “I’ll tell Dominik you’re awake.”

—

Three months pass before anything happens.

You’ve taken up Nikolai’s offer of dinner at his place, a meal that was ridiculously better than anything you could’ve gotten at a restaurant. Roast beef with baby carrots and creamy potatoes, fresh rolls, warm gravy—the whole nine yards. You’d gotten dessert as you’d promised, earning a laugh from Nikolai you’d never forget when you’d presented the gift.

Two Cinnabon rolls, fresh from that day. He’d warmed them and sat on the couch with you as you watched a movie, curled into his side. Then, later, he’d tucked your hair behind your ear, his fingers sliding easily through the silken strands.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He asked, his face tilted towards yours as the credits roll on the horror movie you’d chosen.

You tilted your chin up, smiling shyly.

“I know.”

“Good,” he breathed, fingertips lingering on your jaw. “just making sure.”

Weeks later you found yourself in the back of his car, straddling his waist while your lips moved furiously over his. He was literally moaning into your mouth, fingers digging into your hips as the two of you practically dry-humped each other like teenagers.

“Do you—” You gasp, pulling back an inch. “—have a condom?”

“No,” he pants, lips finding your neck. His next words are muffled against your skin. “we can wait if you—”

“Fuck that.” You scoff, yanking at his belt.

Nikolai lets out a small noise of surprise before shoving your dress up, his fingers tugging your underwear aside while you pull his pants and boxers down.

The second you sink down onto him the two of you collectively gasp, his hands gripping your hips with lethal force as he drags you further down onto him.

The next time he has you is, ironically, in the firehouse, your hands braced against the shower wall while he slams into you from behind. The stream of water drowns out your heavy breathing as he tugs your ass back against him, railing you like his life depends on it.

Then he’s got you on your couch, his tongue fucking into you as his fingers rub your clit. This man is a munch, I don’t care. He’s sucking on your clit like it’s the fountain of youth when he manages to get your legs spread open wide for him.

And you, on your knees, sucking him off while his hand is fisted into your hair.

You, one hand wrapped around him, stroking up and over his shaft and tip until cum decorates your palm and fingers.

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First time he makes love to you instead of rigorous fucking is over a month into your situationship, his slow thrusts making your head spin as he takes care of you, pulling multiple orgasms out of you before he lets himself finish.

But the most important part to you is the aftermath.

The way he shows up randomly with your favorite coffee, goes grocery shopping together before helping you cook dinner, watches whatever movie or show you like regardless of how corny it is.

How he kisses your forehead before he leaves, even spending the night a few times in order to make himself at home in your apartment: the way he massages your pussy in the morning leaving you an absolute mess before you head off to work.

Nikolai is a menace.

But you love him, right?

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