#virgin!sergei kravinoff

[pretty-little-mind33]

Sergei Kravinoff x fem!reader

Summary: Sergei's been hiding something from you.

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: virgin!Sergei, kinda ooc, animal characteristics, going into heat (kinda?), penetrative sex, un-protective sex, biting, rough sex, praising, passionate, oral sex (m receiving), aftercare <3

SERGEI KRAVINOFF MASTERLIST

Solitude is the only constant Sergei knows. 

He doesn't mind. He likes the peace and quiet. He likes not having to care for anyone, not having to keep up unnecessary appearances and most of all, he likes only having to depend on himself. He didn't truly know how lonely he was until he met you.

You were a creature he didn't understand, a creature he didn't know how to tame but nevertheless, he was unable to shake you.

You'd taken a liking to him, like a kitten that somehow managed to nuzzle herself close to a lion, and no matter how much Sergei warned you, you did not listen to him.

You clung on until he had no choice but to let you in. 

And still, even now, Sergei keeps parts of himself secret from you. He's concerned that if you know the whole truth, you'll leave him.

These secrets are the reason he's currently seriously regretting the decision to bring you out here, into his home, his space.

He stares at himself in the mirror: brown curls, dampened to his forehead as he splashes water onto his warm cheeks. His hands tighten around the sink, your voice calling him from the living room, and his cock strains hard against his jeans. He grunts, shaking his head as he looks at the drain. He focuses on the drops of water falling from the faucet, wishing he could will this away. 

He's never dealt with this around another person, never mind a woman—a woman he loves. 

What if he hurts you? 

He hears a knock on the bathroom door and then your voice again— "Are you okay in there? I heard the toilet flush minutes ago—" Sergei can see your smile based on the tone and he groans, standing straighter and faking a rather unconvincing smile in the mirror. 

Good enough.

"Hey," he says, voice hoarse as he opens the door and his arm rests over your head against the doorway. His gaze flickers to how your jean-shorts hug your ass and how your damp hair from the swim you'd taken in the lake nearby had your hair sticking to your cheeks. Sergei's jaw tightens as he inhales. He looks out the windows and sees the sun shining in. 

"What's wrong?" you ask, lifting your hand to his cheek but he pulls away just as your fingers skim his skin. You frown. "You're burning up."

"Nothing," he grunts and pushes you to the side, gently, as he walks further into the living room. His chest aches. He knows he's being a complete dick, but he has to somehow distract himself from all these feelings—just like he always does. He sits against the couch, staring at the wall.

You walk further, bare feet on the fur rug as you sit beside him on the floor. 

"Please, you can talk to me," you try again, leaning forward on your hands. Sergei turns his head, catching a glimpse of how the thin strap from your dress falls over your shoulder, giving him a view of the curve of your breasts and an animal instinct takes over. He growls and stands up, pinching his nose. 

This is agonizing.

You're still on the floor, looking up at him as you pull up the straps. You swallow, your voice a little shaky, "Listen, I- I know you aren't very attracted to me, but I am trying—" 

"Excuse me?" Sergei snaps, narrowing his blue eyes.

It seems like you've said something wrong and you look confused. Sergei crouches in front of you, knees bent to the side, his hand grasping your chin. He is holding you firmly, his breathing heavy as he looks at you darkly. He sees no sign you're lying and his gaze simply hardens. "Is that what you think, little one? You think I do not find you attractive?"

You nod, your movements limited by his hand and he squeezes your cheeks. "You never touch me," you whisper. 

Sergei's gaze drops and his breath is taken from him. That's what he's been making you think? Yes, he's not touched you, but that is because of his own fears. And it kills him every time he denies you. 

He groans and looks away, his skin prickles from the contact and he stands. He walks to the window panels, staring outside as he holds his breath so he doesn't lose his mind. "I- I do not touch you because I am afraid," he pauses, feeling vulnerable and it is a horrible feeling. "I am afraid I would hurt you—when I am like this. Afraid I can't please you—"

You stand as well, not approaching him, but you're filled with confusion as you sit on the couch, your body pressed to the front as you wrap your arms around the cushion, watching him. Your chin rests on your arm. "You can talk to me, Sergei. I'm not a stranger. I'm your girlfriend. You know how to please me," you whisper. 

Sergei's jaw tightens. "No, you don't understand," he says as he turns around again and walks back to you. He holds out his hand and strokes your hair, watching as you lean into his touch. His skin feels unbearably hot as his dick tightens even more in his jeans. He growls and you look up at him, your eyes wide.

"I am an animal," he whispers, his voice hoarse.

"Sergei,"

"I am. I- I can feel myself losing control and what's worse is—I have never—"

You watch him and something flickers in his gaze. Something you don't recognize. Sergei has never looked unsure—much less nervous—and it worries you. You lift your chin as if inviting him to touch you further and smile. "You have never what, love?" you ask sweetly, not rushing him.

His hands clench around your hair, knuckles straining, and he turns away when he admits "I have never been with a woman." It comes out as a whisper and his voice cracks. He pauses and continues, "I have always been alone, and it was for the better because something happened to me— I become– it's something unnatural—I cannot explain it," he finishes. 

You take in his words; looking Sergei up and down. Never been with a woman? You almost laugh. Not because you're making fun of him, but because someone who looks like him is the last person you'd expect to be a virgin. 

It's quite cute. 

You smile, standing and rounding the corner behind the couch. Sergei tenses when you take his cheeks in your hand, forcing him to look at you. Your thumb caresses his cheekbone, skimming the curls that rest there. His eyes are dark, his pupils dilated, and he's clearly holding back.

"Try to explain it?" you prompt, smiling reassuringly again. 

Sergei crumbles beneath your gentle touch. 

"It is like a pull. An invisible force, whispering in my ear. It tells me to do things. Do things to you. And the ache is the worst part, it is unbearable," he whispers and his gaze drifts to his jeans. You look as well and your lips curl. 

"Love, you are aroused—it is normal—"

"No," Sergei growls, cheeks blushing crimson as he pushes away from you again. "You don't understand. It is not that, I am not stupid. It is something more. Something primal. And it can't happen around you, so I must keep my distance."

You turn to him again, processing his words. "It's happening now?"

He nods, his jaw incredibly tight. 

You walk over, gently holding his arm as you walk in front of him again. Something primal. The words cause heat in your stomach. You look into his deep blue eyes, sensing his care for you and you run your hand up his chest. "I want you to let go," you whisper. Sergei's eyebrows furrow, "I want you. All of you. No matter what that means." 

Your boyfriend looks away, his eyes glowing golden. 

"You don't know what you're asking of me," he says, voice harsh. You aren't deterred. You cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you again and you aren't sure why his eyes aren't the normal blue you love, but you want to understand. 

"Let me in," you whisper and lean up to kiss him, your soft lips touching his. 

Sergei doesn't return the kiss for a moment until you feel strong, uncontrolled, arms circle around your waist and pull you into him. He takes your bottom lip in between his teeth, kissing you fiercely and passionately. 

You're just adjusting to the kids when he hoists you in his arms, bringing you to sit on his lap on the couch. You straddle his spread thighs as his hand caresses your body like a starved man.

"I- I don't really know what I am doing, " he pauses and kisses the column of your throat. "But I want you. I need you."

You moan, arching your back and baring your throat to him some more. "Follow your instincts," you whisper. 

Sergei ruts his hips into yours, grinding you down on him. His nails dig into your hips, bunching up the thin fabric of your dress. He bears his teeth, letting out an animalistic growl as he bites down on the sensitive flesh of your neck, ripping your dress and manhandling your body onto the couch. 

"Sergei!" you gasp, hair falling in your eyes as the sting from his bite remains present. He pulls at the torn fabric, uncovering you to him. You tremble, slightly afraid at how rough he is. Sergei has been so gentle with you, so cautious. This seems like a completely different side of him—one he hasn't allowed you to see.

He licks up the small wounds he created and begins to kiss and nibble on the sensitive skin of your neck. You whimper out his name again.

"Hush," he groans, unzipping his jeans and undressing himself. You watch, taking him in. Your pussy clenches as your mind wanders about how you're supposed to take him. 

Strong arms cage around you, gripping the armrest of the couch as he hovers over you and between your spread legs. Without thinking, you shimmy out of your panties, looking up at him with shallow breaths.

You hadn't come here with ulterior motives. You had resigned yourself to accepting that Sergei didn't find you worthy to sleep with—because he was kind and caring and generous—but now that you know he didn't find you unattractive, your need for him returns with full force.

He's staring at you, his eyes having returned to their familiar color, and he suddenly doesn't have the same bravado he had moments ago. "What's the matter?" you whisper, putting a hand under the hem of his shirt and pulling it up. You want it off. You want to see him. All of him. 

His chest rises and falls as he uses one hand to remove his shirt. His cheeks are flushed. "I- I don't know—"

You sense his apprehension and understanding. You nod, smiling a little as you sit up and reach in between your bodies to hold his cock. You run your thumb over the tip, feeling the pre-cum, and Sergei shudders with anticipation. He bites his lips so hard it bleeds as he grumbles, "Please, I beg you. This is torture."

"It's okay, here," you coo and touch his arm, gently guiding him to your wet slit. He hesitates, almost as if he's scared to hurt you but you look up at him, catching his gaze as you push down on his cock. You hold in a gasp, adjusting your hips to his size, as you simply keeping your gaze on his. "You can't hurt me," you say, your voice straining.

Sergei groans as his cock sinks into your gummy walls. He feels resistance and his hand clenches around the armrest. "Fuck," he grunts, his hips sliding back and then hitting forwards on instinct. You make a small sound of pleasure and he takes this as an invitation to continue. 

"Does this feel good?" he asks, biting down on the skin of your neck. "Because you're making me feel so good. Better than I dreamt of."

You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck. He's much bigger than your previous boyfriends and somehow, he's lasting longer than your last experience with a virgin. You groan as he hits your cervix, the force a little too hard. 

Breathlessly, you tap his shoulder. "Too– too hard, just a little l-less," you say and he listens. You catch his gaze and he looks embarrassed that he'd hurt you. You pepper kisses as his thrusts fall into a rhythm, spurred on by the way you moan. 

"Ohh, fuck," you groan, clenching around him. "Are you close?"

Sergei shakes his head, cheeks flushed crimson, and sweat beads at his hairline. He's too pent up to finish this early. He needs more. He wants this to never end.

He sees your expression. You must be close. He frowns. Is this hurting you? He doesn't know. You look like you're in pain. He slows down and startles when he hears a low whine from your mouth. You grab his arm. 

"No, no, Sergei, don't slow down," you say desperately.

"You're in pain," he states, his voice calm. 

You shake your head, a little frustrated but you know he means well. He doesn't have experience with this. "No. I need you to go harder. I'm so fucking close. Please! You feel so good—you're so good—"

Sergei's eyes widen but he nods, listening and returning to his earlier pace as he observes every expression you make. You groan eyes squeezing shut, as the sound of skin slapping skin melts into the distance. You finish with a gasp, your body going limp from the pleasure, and he catches your head. He looks a little panicked as he stills his hips. Your thumb strokes away the trail of tears. 

"Are you okay?" 

You blink, smiling at him. You nod slowly, making a small sound when he pulls out of you. You see the pained look he's wearing and your eyebrows furrow. 

"Sergei," you sit up against the armrest and look down at his poor, still aching and red, cock. "You're not finished," you whisper. 

"I hurt you," he grumbles, his voice hoarse, and he goes to pull up his jeans and zip them up. You lean forward and harshly take his wrist, stopping him. He sees your expression and he falters. 

"You did no such thing, now let me take care of you," you say, determined, as you sink to your knees between his legs. You don't listen to his grumbled protest as you pull down his jeans again. Your hands rub up and down his thighs. Your skin is sweaty from your previous orgasm and you're still very much naked. The fur from the rug skims your knees as you stroke his cock. 

"Y/n–"

You lick up his shaft, silencing him. He always thinks he knows better. You take him into your mouth, using your other hand to cup and play with his balls. He's achingly hard and you can tell he's starting to unravel. 

He's not in his head anymore. 

Sergei's head is leaning against the couch, damp curls sticking to his forehead as his abs twitch under your touch. He groans, fisting his hand in your hair on instinct because he needs more. You gag under him, doing your best to take him and be good for him. The praises that fall from his lips are urging you on.

Tears pool in your eyes when Sergei suddenly grunts and finally spills himself into you. 

He releases your hair and you sputter, cum dripping from your lips as you try and swallow as much as you can. You catch your breath, hair a mess, as strong arms lift you onto his lap. He pulls a blanket over your slightly trembling body, your toes curling under his thigh as he shifts and pushes his jeans across the room with his foot. Soft lips press against your temple. "That–That was amazing, принцесса (princess)," he says as he holds you close. 

You lay against his chest, listening to his heart steadying itself. He doesn't seem as on edge as he did an hour ago. He seems calm. You smile and nod.  

"You didn't hurt me," you add, touching his forearm as it holds your waist. "You did good. So very good. Are you sure you've never done that with anyone before?" You laugh lightly, only teasing him as Sergei smirks, nuzzling his beard into your neck as he nips at the sore spots. 

"I am sure," he grumbles. "Only you."

"Well, I'm honored to be your first," you add softly, delicately tracing the scars on his skin as if admiring them.

Sergei hums, nodding, as he shuts his eyes and a deep sense of serenity washes over him. His ache has disappeared quicker than normal—the remedy being something so simple and so unattainable before you happened—and for the first time in forever, he doesn't wish to be alone anymore. 

In fact, the idea seems like torture.

[tokkiwrites]

Hi happy holidays! Can you please do a Sergei kravinoff smut x innocent female virgin reader “babe in the woods” trope. Sergei is immediately fixated on reader and wants her to be his grude & mother of his children. He immediately marries and later takes her virginity. He hopes to impregnate her from their first time together. Ty!

thank you for this request, anon! and sorry it took so long to post. I've had it written, but it just took a while for me to get the smut part going. i hope you like it!

Sergei Kravinoff × F!Reader ♰ themes of stalking, obsessive Sergei, kidnapping, Kraven is a weirdo and needs to be locked up, i would say innocent reader but more so an unbothered reader kind of, she is just confused, forced marriage, themes of Stockholm syndrome, loss of virginity, fingering (reader receiving), afab reader, unprotected p in v, Sergei wants to get the reader pregnant.

The woods were quiet, save for the whisper of wind threading through the branches above. You loved this time of day when the sun filtered gold and green through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the earth. It was your sanctuary, far from the clamor of town and the heavy, watchful eyes of others. Here, no one could accuse you of being strange, or sheltered, or too naive. You simply were.

The faint crack of a branch made you stop mid-step, your basket of wildflowers swinging lightly at your hip. “Hello?” You called, voice soft, hesitant. The forest had always been safe— or so it felt. until now, you had never had the need to question it.

He emerged from the shadows, and your breath caught. The man was massive. A towering figure, his broad shoulders draped in animal pelts and his chest bare save for the crisscrossing scars that marked him as something primal, dangerous. His face was angular, carved from stone, with piercing eyes that pinned you where you stood.

Sergei Kravinoff. The name would mean nothing to you, but to others, it struck fear—a hunter of men and beasts, a predator who bent the wilderness to his will. He did not speak at first. He only looked at you, as if you were some rare, delicate creature he had stumbled upon. The longer his eyes lingered, the hotter your cheeks burned.

“Who are you?” you asked, clutching the basket to your chest. His lips curved into a smile, though there was nothing warm in it. “I am Sergei,” he said, his voice low, thick with an accent you couldn’t place. “And you" he paused for a bit. " Should not wander alone in places like this. The world is not kind to lambs.” You blinked at him, confused. “Lambs?”

“You,” he clarified, taking a step closer. His sheer presence seemed to draw the air from your lungs. “Soft. Untouched. So trusting.” You took an instinctive step back, and his smile widened, as if he enjoyed your unease. “I—I’ve never seen you here before. Are you lost?”

“No,” he said simply, his eyes roaming over you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “But perhaps I have found something worth staying for.”

It reeked of dangerㅡ death. yet you still came back.

Over the next week, you saw him again and again. Always in the woods, always watching. At first, you told yourself it was a coincidence. this strange man simply shared your love for the forest. But his presence became impossible to ignore. He never tried to speak much, yet his eyes seemed to devour you every time, as though he were committing every detail of your face to memory. You should have been afraid. You should have stopped going to the woods entirely. But something about him fascinated you. He was so unlike the boys in town, who stammered and avoided your gaze, intimidated by your quietness. Sergei was bold, unflinching. He seemed to look right through you, to the parts of yourself you didn’t even understand.

you little lamb.

“Why do you keep following me?” He tilted his head, his gaze softening though not entirely. “Because you are mine.” The bluntness of his words made your breath hitch. “I don’t even know you.”

“You will,” he said, stepping closer. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and though you should have flinched away, you didn’t. His touch was surprisingly gentle, reverent even, even if his rough fingers scratched your skin. “I have decided. You will be my bride.”

“Bride?” You echoed the word foreign and strange on your tongue. “But we’ve only just—” you laughed. surely it must be a joke. “You are meant for me, little lamb” he interrupted, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “I have hunted all my life, little one. I know when I have found my prize.” Suddenly, the world went dark.

maybe it was all just a bad and confusing dream. though his touch still lingered.

You woke in the morning to find yourself not in your small, familiar room. outside the window that overlooked the bed you were in, the forest. The air smelled of pine and smoke, and outside, the trees loomed tall and unyielding. Panic gripped you as you sat up, heart racing. “Where—” The door creaked open, and there he was, filling the frame with his imposing presence. “You are awake,” Sergei said, his tone calm, almost pleasedㅡ excited. He carried a tray with food: fresh berries, bread, and cheese. “Eat. Now."

“Where am I?” you demanded, your voice trembling. “Why did you—” He set the tray down, cutting you off with a look. “You are safe. That is all you need to know.”

“I am not! This isn’t right,” you said, tears pricking at your eyes. “You can’t just—”

“I can,” he said sharply, though his expression softened as he stepped closer. “I have waited long enough. You do not understand, but you will. I will take care of you. Protect you. You will want for nothing, my little one.”

You shook your head, backing away from him, but he caught your wrist with startling ease. His touch was firm, yet not cruel. “Do not fear me,” he murmured, his voice dropping to something almost tender. “I would never hurt you. You are too precious.”

Sergei did not wait long to make you his.

The days in the cabin blurred together, each one steeped in an odd rhythm. Sergei’s presence was constant, protective, and overwhelming. He would watch you eat, his sharp eyes softening whenever you complied. He brought you small gifts: wildflowers, trinkets carved from wood, pelts to keep you warm. He never let you wander far, always ensuring you were within sight. And though he never forced his touch upon you, you could feel the tension thrumming beneath the surface, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.

In the evening, as the fire crackled and cast flickering shadows on the walls, Sergei sat across from you. He leaned forward, large hands resting on his knees. “It is time,” he said, his voice calm but unyielding. “Time?” you echoed, your throat dry. “For us to marry.” You stared at him, heart pounding. “I… I can’t. I don’t even know what you want from me. I—I never— You kidnapped me!”

“You were made for this,” he said, cutting you off. his eyes were setting you a-light, it made your skin prickle. “You think I do not see it? Your purity. Your innocence. You were meant to be a wife. My wife.” Tears burned in your eyes, but you blinked them away. “But I’m not— I need to marry someone I love!"

“You are ready,” he insisted, his tone softening only slightly. “I have waited long enough. It will be done."

And it was.

The ceremony was simple, ritualistic. Sergei had prepared everything. rings made from woven silver, a bearskin cloak to drape over your shoulders as a symbol of protection. There was no priest, no people, only the two of you and the forest as your witness. He spoke vows in a language you did not understand, his voice deep and reverent, as though he were offering you up to some ancient force. When it was your turn, your voice faltered, but under his watchful gaze, you repeated the words he taught you.

“You are mine,” he said at the end, taking your face in his hands. His eyes burned with possessive fire. “And I am yours.”

but every wolf gets hungry eventually.

When night fell, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands clutching the thick wool blanket. Sergei entered the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He had shed his usual pelts, his bare chest glowing in the firelight.

“You are trembling,” he said, his voice softer than you had ever heard it. He knelt in front of you, his massive frame now not so intimidating. “Are you afraid of me?” You couldn’t meet his eyes. "I don’t know... what you expect from me? What you w-want...”

“I expect you to trust me,” he said simply, his hand brushing against your cheek. “You are my wife now. It is my duty to show you what that means.” Your breath stopped as he leaned closer, his lips ghosting over your forehead. “I will not hurt you,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. “But you are mine, little lamb. Every part of you.”

His lips met yours— soft at first, testing, as though he feared you might shatter like porcelain. But when you didn’t pull away, his kiss deepened, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands cradled your face, his touch reverent, almost worshipful.

“I have waited for this,” he said against your lips, his voice thick with desire. “Waited to claim what is mine.” You didn’t resist as he laid you down, his hands tracing over your trembling form. He was patient, guiding you gently, his touch surprisingly tender for someone so fierce. But his intent was clear.

oh, little lamb.

rugged hands make their way up and around your hips as his bearded face stays flush against your tender neck. he was ready to devour you. Sergei looked up into your eyes and for the first time you've seen him smile. and as if all of the things you felt caused you fears melted away, so did you into his embrace.

his lips meet yours, and it all finally made sense. you could feel the hunger, the will in him to give his all right here, right now. you wrapped around him like vines on a tree, his low growl of approval making you clench around nothing. it all felt so new, yet familiar, as if somehow, this wasn't the first time. the forest outside sung as your quiet moans filled the cabin. Sergei discards all of your clothes with ease, leaving you in nothing as you stayed splayed on the bed. the fur coverings under, pooled around your body, the moonlight dripped on you like dew in spring and you looked like a precious painting.

with no time to wait, sergei quickly gets naked. it wasn't the first time you saw him like this, but it was the first time you saw it. to say all that fear bubbled up into your stomach was an understatement. you gulped down as your glossy eyes looked at him up and down. "Spread your legs for me." it wasn’t a request, it was an order. and you obey. spreading your legs you give him a full view of you dripping cunt, and sergei throws his head back with a low groan. you finally speak up. "IㅡI am a...a virgin." it all seemed so silly to say now. "I know." he smiles in the corner of his mouth. "Smelled it on you the first time we met." and you whimper. "I will get you ready now." somehow, you knew what it meant. He kneels in front of you on the bed, pulling you so that you thighs are right over his, your puffy lips on full display. two of his digits make their way up to your mouth. "Suck." you comply.

after that was done, his calloused fingers make their way between your folds, gathering up the juices you've been dripping. You whimpered softly and Sergei shushed you, rubbing small circles on your plushy thigh with his other hand. He pushes one of his fingers inside, and you can feel it. It didn’t hurt, not yet, it was just strange and new. the second finger comes quick after and he starts pumping them, swirling them around as his lips made contact with your swollen bud. Your eyes jot open as this feeling washes over you, and you can't help but let your legs shake uncontrollably. The fire wave envelopes you whole before it comes to an agonizing stop. You open your eyes again and above you is Sergei, his shaft in his hand as he aligns it with your asking entrance. "If it hurts...yell. Scream as much as you want. Hurt me back. I am here to teach you."

and teach you he does. he pushes in slowly and the stretch is agonizing, the pain making all of your muscles tense. "It's alright, I'm here, little girl." you let out a sigh, the tears slipping past your lids when you open your eyes. the moon engulfed Sergei in It's beautiful light, his silhouette looking as if it was carved out perfectly. a couple of inches, then some more, and some moreㅡ until he is fully inside. you bite down on your tongue, but Sergei preps soft kisses along your jaw and you seem to forget about the pain. "You're doing so, so good. So good for me." he hums, taking in a big breath of your smell before he snaps his hips slowly. In a few seconds, the burn turned into a delicious feeling you couldn’t quite describe. And though it felt so new, your body fell in place right into Sergei’s touch, as if it were meant to be.

When he finally started to move faster, his groan was one of triumph, a sound that you know will echo in your ears long after. “You will give me childrenㅡ" he said, voice low and ragged as he moved inside of you. “Strong sons and daughters. Our legacy will begin tonight.”

your legs quiver around him, but he leaves no room for mercy. Above you, he looked just as a predator ready to swallow his pray whole. you weren't one to fight back, and you really didn't want to. you back stayed arched against the coverings of the bed, fingers clawing at his broad shoulders as he pumped into you. your tummy was churning, and your head was dizzyㅡ you were far gone, too drunk on the way he perfectly hit that spot with each thrust. "You were made for me, made to take meㅡ fuck, you are so beautiful." you whimper, feeling that fire wave starting to take over again. your velvet walls squeeze around him, causing him to growl. Sergei leans forward, propping one of your legs above his shoulder, the angle making you gasp for air. you look up at him, eyes glossy with tears. An animal. His eyes grew darker, lips crooked in a smile before he delivered his final blow.

you come undone right under his fingertips, writhing and shaking as small pleads fall from your lips. You can feel his seed deep within you, threatening to slip out around his cock that was still inside of you, pulsing. "Good girl."

he prays it sticks.

Sergei’s obsession with you only deepened—he barely let you out of his sight, his touch lingering whenever he could. Yet there was a softness in him, a desire to make you happy, even as he bent you to his will.

He began teaching you small things. how to tend the fire, how to skin an animal, how to defend yourself should a predator come. But you were never allowed to go far. “Why can’t I leave?” you asked one afternoon, your frustration bubbling over. Sergei turned to you, his eyes darkening. “Because the world is cruel, little one. It will devour you. You are too soft, too trusting. Here, you are safe.”

“Safe,” you repeated bitterly. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you thought he might lash out. But instead, he cupped your face in his hands, his gaze softening. “I would rather you hate me than lose you.” you were beginning to see the truth of it. his love for you was consumin and obsessive, but it was real. He worshipped you, protected you, but at the cost of your freedom. And yet, part of you began to adapt. To find comfort in his arms, in the way he looked at you as though you were the only thing that mattered.

Perhaps you were.

[omgkatherine01]

Can you please do morning sex with Sergei x female reader after he took her virginity?

Morning After Serenity

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut!

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The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting warm patterns on the sheets. You stirred awake, your body pleasantly heavy and still tingling from the night before. Sergei lay beside you, a serene look on his face as he slept. The wildness in his eyes had softened during the intimate moments, revealing a gentler side that caught you off guard.

As you turned to face him, memories of every whispered promise and heated touch flooded back. You felt a rush of shyness but also a thrill of anticipation; last night had changed everything between you. Your heart raced as you recalled how he had made you feel—desired and cherished.

Sergei stirred slightly, his arm instinctively moving to pull you closer. You nestled against him, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He murmured something in his sleep, a low growl that sent butterflies dancing in your stomach. With a teasing smile, you traced your fingers along the contours of his muscular arm.

The gentle movement roused him fully, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing that familiar spark of mischief.

A lazy smile spread across his face as he took in your sleepy expression. "Good morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep yet laced with that unmistakable intensity that sent your heart racing.

"Good morning," you replied softly, your cheeks flushing under his gaze. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to better admire you. The sunlight caught the sharp angles of his jaw and the tousled strands of his hair, making him look both wild and impossibly alluring.

"Did you sleep well?" he asked, a hint of playful challenge in his tone. You bit your lip, unable to suppress the blush that crept up your neck.

"Better than ever," you admitted, recalling how he had held you through the night, as if afraid to let go. The weight of his body had felt like a shield against the world--a protective cocoon that enveloped you in warmth.

A low chuckle rumbled from him, and he leaned in closer, brushing his lips against your forehead. The tenderness of the gesture made your heart flutter, and you closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the intimacy that lingered in the air.

"You know, last night was just the beginning," he murmured, his breath tickling your skin. With that, Sergei's fingers traced down your arm, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake, making you shiver.

"What do you mean?" you asked, curiosity mingling with excitement. You opened your eyes to meet his gaze--those piercing eyes that seemed to hold a thousand secrets.

A mischievous smile curled at the corners of his mouth. "I mean," he said slowly, "that I plan on exploring every inch of you."

With that proclamation hanging between you, he captured your lips with his own. The kiss was soft and lingering at first but quickly ignited into something deeper, hungry and passionate. You melted against him, your body responding instinctively to his touch as he coaxed you into the moment. His hands found their way to your waist, fingers digging in gently as though he were anchoring you to the bed, to him.

The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you tangled in sheets and desire. With each kiss, each caress, the lingering memories of last night blended with a fresh wave of exhilaration that surged through you. You were no longer just the girl caught in a whirlwind; you were a participant in this dance of passion, embracing it fully.

As Sergei pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, a flicker of mischief lit up his eyes again. "You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into," he teased, his voice low and sultry. There was something thrilling about his confidence, about the way he seemed to know exactly how to stir every nerve in your body. You felt bold yet vulnerable under his gaze, exhilarated by the promise of what was to come.

"Maybe I don’t," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, but the challenge in your tone was undeniable. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you like a low hum of electricity.

"Then allow me to enlighten you," Sergei said, his eyes gleaming with that predatory light. He captured your face in his hands, tilting your chin up to meet his gaze fully as he leaned down, brushing his lips against yours again, this time deeper, more possessive.

As the kiss deepened, he began to explore your body with fervor. His hands roamed over your curves, every touch sending shivers coursing through you. You instinctively arched into him, craving more of his heat against yours. A low growl escaped him, and he responded with a fervent kiss that left you breathless.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and enticing. The question hung in the air, charged with promise and unspoken desires.

You looked deep into his eyes, feeling the warmth enveloping you like a wave. "I want you," you breathed, the words barely escaping your lips as your pulse quickened. The wild look that danced in his eyes spoke of a hunger that mirrored your own.

His smile widened, revealing just a hint of that reckless nature you had come to adore. "Then let’s not waste another moment," he said, a fervor igniting between you as he pressed his body fully against yours. Every part of him felt alive and electric against your skin.

With a sudden movement, Sergei rolled you beneath him, a playful glint in his eye as he pinned your wrists above your head. The thrill of submission sent shivers through you, and you couldn’t help but squirm slightly under his grip.

"You like this, don’t you?" he teased, his breath warm against your ear as he leaned in closer. The raw intensity in his gaze sent a thrill racing through your veins, igniting every nerve ending as you felt the weight of his body above you.

You nodded slowly, a rush of heat blooming on your cheeks. "I do," you admitted, the admission laced with both excitement and a hint of vulnerability. There was something intoxicating about being at his mercy, completely enveloped in his presence.

Sergei's lips curled into a satisfied smile, and he released your wrists just enough to allow you freedom, but not enough for you to escape. "Good," he murmured, shifting to press himself more firmly against you. The contact made your breath hitch in your throat as the heat radiated between you, amplifying the need that coursed through your veins. You could feel the weight of his body, solid and reassuring, anchoring you to this moment. Sergei's eyes darkened with desire, and he brushed his lips along your jawline, trailing soft kisses down to your collarbone.

His hands explored your body, fingers dancing along your sides as if memorizing every curve. You gasped at the sensation, a mix of pleasure and anticipation swirling within you. He paused for a moment, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze again. The intensity in his eyes held you captive, a silent promise of ecstasy yet to come.

"Are you ready for more?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. The question hung between you like a taut string ready to snap, igniting a fire within you that craved his touch.

You swallowed hard, a mix of excitement and nervousness pooling in your stomach. Every fiber of your being sang with anticipation, urging you to push past any lingering doubts. "I’m ready," you breathed, the words escaping your lips like a vow.

Sergei's eyes darkened with desire at your words. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all his passion into the connection. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting and teasing as his hands roamed your body with renewed fervor.

You arched into his touch, your skin tingling wherever his fingers trailed. He broke the kiss to lavish attention on your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. A breathy moan escaped you as he found a particularly sensitive spot.

"I love the sounds you make," Sergei growled against your throat. His hand slid down to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it hardened under his touch.

Heat pooled low in your belly as he continued his ministrations. Your hands explored the planes of his muscular back, marveling at the strength coiled beneath his skin. When his lips closed around your nipple, warmth spread through your chest and ignited a fire within you. You gasped at the sensation, your back arching as you urged him on, desperate for the pleasure he offered.

Slowly, exquisitely, he entered you. You both moaned at the sensation of becoming one once again.

He began to move with a deliberate slowness that made every inch feel electric. The rhythm he set was intoxicating, drawing out the pleasure until you thought you might shatter from the intensity. Each thrust ignited your senses, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

"Feel that?" he murmured, his voice a dark whisper as he captured your gaze, forcing you to hold onto the moment. There was a wildness to him that exhilarated you, a raw edge that made each movement feel like an exploration of something deeper, something utterly primal.

You nodded, unable to form words as waves of pleasure washed over you. His hands were everywhere; gripping your hips, sliding down your thighs, as he pulled you closer with every thrust. You could feel him deep inside you, each movement igniting a fire that spread through your body like wildfire.

He leaned down to kiss you fiercely, his tongue dancing with yours as he drowned out any doubts or fears.

Sergei's control began to slip, his movements becoming more urgent and primal. He gripped your hips tightly, angling them upward as he drove into you with increased intensity. The change in pace sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, each thrust hitting deeper than before.

You cried out in ecstasy, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you clung to him. The raw power of his movements was intoxicating, awakening something wild within you. Your bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, a dance of passion and desire.

"God, you feel amazing," Sergei growled, his voice thick with lust. His eyes, dark with desire, bore into yours as he continued his relentless pace. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard thumping against the wall with each powerful thrust.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to go deeper, to take you even further into the depths of pleasure you craved. Each thrust sent you spiraling closer to the edge, the world around you fading into nothing but the raw intensity of your connection.

"Don’t hold back," you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathy whisper. The heat radiating between you felt like electricity, sparking every nerve ending and igniting a primal need within you.

His gaze locked onto yours, and in that moment, you could see the storm of desire swirling in his depths—a fierce determination glimmering just beneath the surface. With a low growl, he responded to your plea, driving into you with renewed fervor. The force of his movements sent waves of ecstasy crashing over you, each push igniting an inferno inside.

As the rhythm intensified, so did the sensations. You felt yourself teetering on the edge of a precipice, teeming with anticipation for that sweet release. Sergei's breath quickened, his body moving with a raw urgency that made your heart race faster. Each thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through you, building towards an inevitable climax that felt just out of reach.

"Show me how much you want it," he urged, his voice low and rough. In response, you clung to him tighter, your nails digging into the muscles of his back as you surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

You could feel the heat pooling deeper inside you, a tightening coil that begged to be released. Every thrust brought you closer, and the sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the air, a perfect rhythm that mirrored the pounding in your chest.

"Sergei," you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. "I’m so close…"

His gaze locked onto yours, filled with an intensity that made your breath hitch. "Let go for me," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."

With those words, the dam broke. The coil deep within you unfurled, sending a wave of ecstasy crashing through your body. You cried out his name as every nerve ignited in a blinding blaze of pleasure. Sergei responded with a primal growl, thrusting into you harder, pushing you further over the edge.

Your body trembled under the intensity of your release, waves of bliss washing over you as you clung to him, lost in the storm of sensation. The world around you blurred into nothingness, leaving only the two of you entwined in this moment of pure connection.

Seeing you unravel before him fueled his own desire; he quickened his rhythm, chasing his own release as he thrust deeper, driven by instinct and need. Your cries were music to his ears, urging him on as he inhaled the scent of your skin—the taste of your satisfaction addictively intoxicating.

"Yes," he urged through gritted teeth, his voice heavy with desire. "Just like that."

Your body responded instinctively to his every movement, each thrust igniting fresh waves of pleasure that rolled through you. You could feel the tension in him building, coiling tighter as he chased the same edge you had just crossed.

"Sergei," you gasped, your breath coming in shallow bursts as the aftershocks of your climax still trembled through you. The world outside the window faded into a distant memory; all that mattered was this moment—the two of you, lost in each other.

With each deep thrust, he chased his own pleasure closer, pushing deeper into ecstasy. The room pulsed with raw energy, an intoxicating blend of desire and desperation as he sought release. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin as he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies.

With a final, powerful thrust, Sergei reached his peak. He let out a deep, primal groan as his release overtook him. You felt the pulsing warmth as he spilled deep inside you, filling you completely. The sensation triggered another wave of pleasure that washed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Time seemed to stand still as you both savored the intensity of the moment. Sergei's body tensed above you, his muscles quivering with exertion. You clung to him tightly, feeling the rapid beating of his heart against your chest. The air around you was thick with the scent of passion and satisfaction.

As the last tremors subsided, Sergei collapsed onto you, his weight a comforting presence. You ran your fingers through his hair, damp with sweat, as you both caught your breath. The room was quiet now, save for the sound of your mingled breaths, a testament to the intimacy you had just shared.

You gently placed her hand on his neck, trailing it up to his cheek, making him lift his head slightly to meet your gaze. You lifted your head and pressed your lips against his, kissing him gently.

He kissed you back immediately,

his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

You let out a soft moan between his lips as you felt him still inside you, a lingering warmth that radiated through your very core. The moment felt suspended in time, an exquisite silence enveloping you both as you melted into one another, soaking in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Sergei pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of satisfaction and something deeper—something that made your heart flutter. "It seems we have created quite the masterpiece this morning," he teased lightly, brushing a stray hair from your forehead.

You laughed softly, still feeling the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through you. "I’d say that’s an understatement," you replied, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips. There was a sense of awe in the air; what had started as a wild adventure had transformed into something utterly profound.

He smiled back, his eyes glinting with mischief again. "Now that I’ve enlightened you," he said playfully, "there’s so much more for us to explore." He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "The morning is still young."

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Crave

"Y/N, is this... what you want?" 

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x fem! Reader 

Genre: Smut 

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: You’re close friends with the two brothers from childhood, years of a debilitating crush on Sergei finally builds into something more. 

a/n: i just saw this movie like a couple days ago and all i can think of is needy virgin Sergei 😣 i didn’t proofread what so ever and also i wrote this in barely any time but i hope you all enjoy AND PLEASE IF YOU HAVE ANY KRAVEN REQUESTS SEND THEM MY WAY IM CRAVING THIS MAN

It's been a few successful days in avoiding the two brothers, you do this every year, like clockwork. Whenever Sergei comes back home, you distract yourself and stay away the best you can. It’s not worth the heartbreak to see him leave over and over again. 

Dimitri has been calling you nightly, but each night you can hear the sounds of Sergei in the background. He plagues your thoughts, your dreams, your days. All you can think about is the warmth of his skin under your fingers and the gentleness of his touch. 

You shudder as your eyes shut, warmth pooling in your panties as your mind wanders back to him. "Dimitri.. I've gotta go," you murmur into the phone. "I'm going to get some drinks with my friend here soon." 

Dimitri replies enthusiastically, agreeing with your choice. He wishes you goodnight and hangs up the phone, leaving you with the image of Sergei's intense gaze, the feel of his muscles under your fingertips, and the lingering warmth in your stomach.

You can't shake the thoughts, the images of him constantly swirling in your head, the way his voice changes when he speaks, the touch of his hands. It haunts your dreams, and you can't help but feel an unexplainable intrigue and a growing desire for him.

You quickly get changed, ready for a night of reckless distraction, desperately seeking a way to forget about the complex hunter. You head out, the cool night air hitting your skin, the music getting louder and louder as you approach the club. 

You arrive, and the thumping music and flashing lights engulf you, offering a temporary escape from your thoughts of the man who has been plaguing your mind. Taking in the overwhelming atmosphere of the club, the loud music, the flashing lights, and the sea of bodies, all of it works together to create a sense of chaos and excitement. 

Despite the distraction, you can't shake the sensation of being watched, it lingers even as the bouncer returns your ID. Your mind drifts back to Sergei, and the memory of his intense gaze lingers in your thoughts, almost as if you sense his presence somewhere nearby.

You try to shake off the feeling getting a few shots to distract yourself and calm your wandering mind. As time passes, you've found your target: he's a decent-looking man, with a similar haircut to Sergei, a gentle demeanor, and he has a nice smile. He's good enough for what you need him for.  

The two of you exit the building, the chill midnight air freezing your skin immediately, the man you're with clutches his jacket tighter. Obviously showing a lack of interest in helping you cover your skin. 

Despite being with this man, you still can't entirely shake the feeling of being watched. It lingers, a constant reminder of the man you're trying to forget. Sergei watches from afar, his jaw clenched as he notices your shiver. You whip your head around, looking for the eyes that are following your every move. 

You can't see him, but he's still there, standing in the shadow of a dimly lit alleyway. His eyes follow your every move, observing your interactions with the man beside you. His jaw remains tight, his gaze cold and intense. 

As you whip around, you catch a glimpse of a figure in the darkness, just beyond the reach of the dim street light. It’s subtle, but the feeling of being observed lingers.

Unfortunately, this night will not be filled with any sort of satisfaction as you notice a group of men dressed in dark clothes, weapons hidden in their pockets. "Fuck." you whisper, using your arms to cover your skin the best you can.

The men approach, their intentions unclear, and the tension in the air is palpable. The cold wind bites at your skin, and you can't help but wrap your arms around yourself, your teeth chatter, and goosebumps rise on your skin, yet you can sense another gaze watching you, fixated, observing your every move.

Before you have time to react Sergei approaches from the shadows, giving the group a warning look as he steps closer to you. The men stop in their tracks, their gazes shifting to the imposing figure stepping out of the darkness. 

Their muscles tense, and they exchange hesitant glances as Sergei approaches closer, his presence radiating danger, his piercing eyes fixed on the men in front of you.

His hands are gentle on your shoulder, causing you to jump as you turn to look at him, you immediately relax when you recognize him. Finding comfort in his strong protective arms. 

His touch carries reassurance, his big, sturdy hands gently resting on your shoulder, offering a subtle sense of security. His eyes, no matter how cold they seem, convey a flicker of concern, a flicker of reassurance that speaks more than words. 

The tension lingers, but the warmth of his touch somehow seems to offer a moment of tranquility, a gentle comfort despite the surrounding danger.

Sergei removes his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders to keep you warm. "I suggest you all disperse, go your separate ways," he warns with narrowed eyes. The men listen, running in different directions, even your date scurries away. 

The men disperse hurriedly, leaving you and Sergei standing alone in the cold, the sounds of the night filling the air around you. You shiver, the cold air seeping through your clothing, but the warmth of his jacket offers some comfort, the fabric soft against your skin. The tension in the air is now replaced by a hushed stillness, save for the faint noise from the club behind you.

"You scared away my date.." you whisper, turning to face him while gripping the coat around you tightly. 

He stands there, the cold air mixing with his breath, his expression cool and composed, but there's a hint of sincerity in his gaze as he looks at you. His voice, low and measured, responds to your words.

"Your choice in company leaves much to be desired." He watches you, studying your shivering form, seeing how you clutch his jacket tightly for warmth.

"I suppose you're right," you move closer to him, craving the warmth of his skin. "But, I did have a plan for how my Friday night would go." Sergei begins to lead you in the direction of your apartment, his hands gentle on your frame.

He walks beside you, his presence towering above you, his movements deliberate and measured. He remains silent as he guides you towards your apartment. 

He glances at you from the corner of his gaze, seeing how you instinctively lean into him, seeking his heat and protection. He can't help but notice the way you grasp his coat, his gaze flickering to your hand gripping the fabric.

Once you reach the building you face him once again, the alcohol mixing with your unwavering horniness as you study his features. "Sergei.." you whisper his name, stomach twisting with desire. 

His eyes meet yours, his icy gaze studying your face as you say his name. His eyes flick between yours, the sound of his name causing a subtle reaction in his expression, a flicker of some unknown emotion.

"Yes, Y/N?" His voice is composed but holds a hint of something unfamiliar, something subtle and hard to discern, perhaps an echo of a memory or a flicker of feelings he thought were long-forgotten.

"Don't say my name like that," you whine, your eyebrows furrowing with frustration. 

His eyebrows raise slightly with curiosity upon hearing your words, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes. He studies the frustration in your expression, his gaze softening ever so slightly.

"How else should I say it?" He asks, his voice quiet but measured, a hint of genuine curiosity in his words. Despite his icy demeanor, there's a hint of gentle protectiveness as he looks at you, trying to figure out why the way he said your name made you react with frustration.

You groan, turning away from him, your body aching for his touch. "Forget it, I should get inside. It's cold." 

He follows you into the building, the door closing behind you both. The sound of the city seems to fade away, replaced by the stillness of the hallway. 

He studies you, noticing your frustrated groan and the way you turn away from him. As you stand there, he can sense your frustration, the unspoken desires still hanging between you two. 

"Is there anything I can do to help?"  He asks, his voice quiet and measured. He watches you, feeling a pang of curiosity as to why you seemed to grow frustrated at the mere sound of his voice.

You unlock the door to your apartment, the neediness in his tone making your panties soaked. "Sergei..." you practically whine his name, frustrated with the lack of awareness he has of how much he's affecting you.

As you unlock the door, his eyes flick to yours, the slight desperation evident in your voice causing his gaze to soften even further, his eyes fixated on you. He follows you inside the door, his eyes trained on your face. 

There's a noticeable pause, a slight shift in the air. He can sense the tension and the subtle emotions hidden beneath your frustration, but he seems unaware of the impact he's having on you.

"Y/N..." He responds gently, his voice carrying a hint of a question, a tinge of hesitance as if he senses something but can't quite tell what.

You squeeze your thighs tightly together, "Don't say it like that.." you gasp, he finally catches on to your behavior. The scent of your arousal fills his nostrils. 

He's still for a moment, the realization seems to dawn on him, a subtle shift in his expression, and his eyes widen a bit as he stands there silently. The air feels heavy with your arousal, the scent filling his senses, the realization hitting him like a sudden wave. 

He stares at you, his eyes tracing the way you squeeze your thighs together, trying to hide the visible effect he's having on you.

"Like what?" He asks quietly, his voice low, as if he knows the answer, but needs your confirmation. His eyes remain fixated on you, taking in every tiny movement, every little sign of your arousal. 

There's a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of a realization that he may be the cause of your frustration.

"I can't.." you sigh, reaching out to touch his firm abs, "The way you're saying my name.. it turns me on." you press your face into his chest, craving his touch. 

A shiver runs through his body at your words, the touch of your hand against his abs, and the way you press your face to his chest. He seems to tense up for a moment, caught off guard by your words and the way you press against him.

He stands there, still trying to process your admission, his expression unreadable, his eyes fixed on you as you nuzzle against him, the tension between you almost palpable.

"Sergei.. Say something, anything.." you murmur, pulling away from him reluctantly. 

His breath catches in his throat, and his chest heaves as he stares down at you, the scent of your arousal flooding his senses. He's silent for a moment, still trying to comprehend the effect he has on you, his heart beats a bit faster, and his words seem to get stuck in his throat.

"Y/N..." He murmurs softly, almost hesitantly, his voice carrying a slight tremble as he tries to choose the right words amidst his unexpected arousal.

You take his hand in yours, leading it towards your aching cunt. "Sergei.. please.." 

His eyes widen slightly at the gentle touch of your hand, his breath is sharp as he feels the soft heat of your body. His fingers tense as you lead his hand, a mix of bewilderment and arousal coursing through him. He follows your lead, his touch gentle as he moves as you guide him. 

"Y/N.." He exhales, his voice low and gravelly, his eyes holding a hint of uncertainty as he looks at you, his gaze flickering between your face and his hand as you guide it to where you need it most.

You moan as his fingers brush over the growing wet spot, your body shaking with anticipation. 

He can feel the heat of your arousal through your clothes, a shiver runs through his body, goosebumps rise on his skin, and his eyes hold a mix of surprise and a subtle hunger. His touch lingers for a moment, his fingers just tracing the growing wetness, his voice wavering as he speaks.

He swallows hard, his words still hesitant, a breathless tone to his voice. "I don't know what... I'm doing..."

You guide his hand under the fabric of your panties, silently begging him to please you, to take control. You're too far gone to process the words he murmured, lust clouding your mind. 

He takes a deep breath as his fingers move under the fabric of your panties, the touch sending a bolt of electricity through him, his whole body seems to shudder at the sensation. His eyes hold a mix of uncertainty and a sudden surge of arousal as he tries to understand what he's feeling.

"Y/N, is this... what you want?" He asks, his voice hoarse as he speaks, his other hand gripping your waist, his fingers holding onto you needily despite his uncertainty.

"Yes… Yes please," you whine, fingers pressing into his as you guide his movements against your clit.

His breath catches as you guide his fingers, a low, almost guttural groan escaping him, his fingers press into you, trying to find the right rhythm. His grip on your waist tightens slightly, his body pressed closer to you. 

"Like this?" He asks almost hesitantly, his words coming out in a rush, the tension between you both rising by the second.

You moan desperately, body shuddering as his rough fingers tease your swollen pearl. "Exactly like this.." your breathing becomes uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

He can feel the effect his touch has on you, the sounds that escape you pushing him forward, the feeling of you responding to his touch. His breathing grows heavier, and his hand moves between your thighs, fingers pressing and teasing exactly as you guide him, a surge of arousal coursing through him at your sounds. 

"I want to make you feel good, Y/N," he whispers, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a growing hunger, but still a hint of uncertainty, as if he's not entirely sure of what to do.

Your moans become more needy, using your free hand you pull his face to yours desperately kissing him. Your legs tremble as you cum, your nails digging into his back as your thighs clench around his arm.

The suddenness of your kiss catches him off guard, his lips respond to yours urgently, a mixture of hunger and a subtle hesitancy in his movements. As you moan and tremble, he can feel it in every inch of his body, his own arousal growing at the sound of your pleasure. 

He kisses you back with a mix of need and an undeniable arousal, his strong arm holding you tightly against him. He can sense the tension breaking, your nails gripping tightly to him, your body pressing desperately into his touch, the heat and the taste of your lips driving him wild.

You shudder, leaning forward and pressing a few soft kisses into his neck as all the tension leaves you. "Fuck, Sergei.. so good.." you murmur, eyes fluttering shut as you slide your fingers over the marks you left on his back, gently soothing the reddened scratches.

He moans softly as you press kisses against his neck, a low, pleased rumble escaping his chest. He pulls you closer against him, his body pressed flush with yours as he wraps his arms around you. A mix of feelings swirling within him, uncertainty and hunger, his breath coming out in shallow gasps. 

His grip on you tightens slightly, holding you in place as you soothe the scratches you left behind, a subtle shiver running down his spine as your fingers graze over the marks. His heart pounds furiously in his chest, his body responding to every touch and every sound you make.

You slip out of his grasp, leading him to your bedroom as you slide out of your dress, standing in front of him in just your panties and bra. "I need you.." you whisper, eyes full of desire.

He follows you to the bedroom, his eyes scanning your body as you slip out of your dress, his gaze dark and intense as he takes in your form. His heart beats furiously in his chest, the hunger growing inside him, a mix of desire and uncertainty as his eyes roam over you. 

A low, quiet moan escapes him, his voice hoarse and filled with longing as he responds to your words. "I need you too, Y/N, I'm just unsure.. I've never..." He hesitates, his eyes filled with a combination of uncertainty and a growing hunger that he can no longer deny.

"It's all instincts," you murmur, bringing his hands to your breasts. "I can teach you... but just do what feels right." you brush your thumb over his cheekbone.

He swallows hard at your words, his eyes fixed on your form as his hands move to your breasts, a mix of uncertainty and a growing hunger filling him. As his palms cup your chest, he exhales deeply, his breath catching in his throat. He nods in response to your words, his eyes searching for guidance as he looks into yours. 

You reach back and unclasp your bra, freeing your chest to his hungry gaze, sliding out of your underwear and moving to undress him. 

A low growl escapes his throat, his eyes fixed on your chest, his gaze filled with hunger and a growing need. He can feel the anticipation coursing through him, his breath catching as you undress him, his heart beating thunderously in his chest. 

He can't help but respond to your touch, his body is eager for your guidance. As you move to undress him, his eyes linger on you, taking in every little detail as his mind seems to be clouded by arousal, a mix of lust and an unfamiliar sensation he can't quite name.

He slowly lowers himself onto his knees, his gaze dark and lustful as he stares up at you. Sergei presses wet kisses onto your thighs, the scent of your cunt making his eyes roll back as he spreads your legs. 

There's a mix of hunger and anticipation in his eyes as he drops to his knees before you, his gaze intense and dark with a growing desire, his hands caressing your thighs. As his kisses travel along your thighs, his breathing grows heavier, his eyes rolling back as he takes in the scent of your desires. 

He looks up at you, a mix of hunger and a subtle uncertainty in his gaze as he runs his tongue along your inner thigh, his movements gentle as if he's trying to gauge your reaction, to figure out what to do.

Your legs spread wider, giving him room to bury his face into your soaking pussy. He sticks his tongue out, slowly licking up your wetness, and his hands grasp onto your hipbones pulling you closer. 

He can feel the warmth and wetness against his lips, and his tongue flickers over your sensitive flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. His grip on your hipbones tightens, pulling you closer to him, his fingers pressing into your smooth flesh. 

“Fuck..” you moan eyes fluttering shut as you lurch forward, his tongue slips into your pulsing hole, lapping up every liquid. Your hips instinctively begin to move against his mouth, grinding against his stubble. 

His eyes are trained on your face, watching every bit of pleasure wash over you. His mouth moves to your clit, his tongue gently brushing over the sensitive bud causing you to jolt and let out a needy moan. 

“Right there, jus’ like that..” you whine, fingers twisting in his hair as moans fall from your open mouth. He does as you instruct, his lips wrapping around your clit, his tongue teasing it roughly as his hunger grows. 

You let out a gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as you tremble, legs growing weak. Sergei holds your body up his mouth working against you as he chases your orgasm. 

Tears brim your eyes as the pleasure overwhelms you, with a loud moan you finally let go, cum spilling from you as you press onto his face trying to pull him away from your overly sensitive clit. 

He keeps lapping up at the liquids, hungry for more. “Sergei.. no more..” you whine, shaking above him. 

His face is glazed as he stands up, he can taste you on his lips, the hunger in his eyes still evident. He stands before you, his eyes filled with lust and a mix of newfound confidence. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your trembling form as he holds onto you, trying to steady you.

You pull him into another hungry kiss, feeling his hands explore your body as he palms your breasts. His fingers tweaking your nipples as he sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you onto his lap. 

He responds to your kiss with urgency and need, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve and contour, tracing over your skin with a kind of hunger and reverence. He sits on the edge of the bed, pulling you onto his lap, his grip firmer now, his own need and hunger growing more intense. 

He breaks the kiss, his breath heavy as he looks into your eyes, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and a hint of something more, a feeling that he can't quite comprehend.

“You’re so hard..” you murmur, feeling his clothed length pressing into your wet cunt. 

He moans softly at the feeling, his breath catches as you speak, and a low growl escapes him as he responds. "You... do this to me." His voice is low, his hands gripping your hips firmly, guiding you closer to him. "I can't control this... this feeling. I need you..." He admits, the sensations coursing through him overwhelming, his body responding to your proximity to him.

You begin to slowly move your hips against his, shaking as the roughness of the fabric brushes over your overstimulated clit. "Then take me.." you whisper into his ear, kissing and nipping at his neck.

He growls softly, his breath catches in his throat as you move against him, his senses flooding with sensations, his breathing is shallow, and his hands tighten on your hips. His eyes burn with hunger, his body moving in unison with yours. "I don't know if I can be gentle, Y/N," he whispers, his voice hoarse and desperate, "I need you. Now."

With trembling hands, Sergei guides you back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. He can't ignore the need pounding through him, but he's cautious, knowing this is new to him. He carefully positions himself over you, his large hands supporting his weight as he aligns his cock with your entrance. 

His eyes flicker with uncertainty, but the heat in them is unmistakable. "Y/N, are you sure?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper. You nod eagerly, your body arching up to meet his. He takes a deep breath, and with one swift, gentle thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. 

His eyes squeeze shut tightly as he feels you stretch around him, his whole body shaking with the effort to hold back his desire. He's so thick, so warm, and the sensation sends a new wave of pleasure through your core. 

"So good," he murmurs against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he starts to move, his hips tentatively pushing in and out. His inexperience is evident in his careful movements, but the need in his touch, the way his body responds to yours, is undeniably erotic. 

You wrap your legs around him, urging him to go deeper, and he responds, his strokes becoming more confident as he finds a rhythm that has you both panting and moaning in sync. Despite his lack of experience, his instincts guide him, and every touch, every stroke feels like it was designed to make you lose control. 

His gentle, yet firm grip on your hips, the way he kisses and nips at your neck, it's all too much, and you can feel another orgasm building, threatening to shatter you apart. "Y/N... I'm... I'm going to... " he stammers, his body tensing as he nears his release. 

With a final, deep thrust, he fills you with his stringy thick cum, his body collapsing on top of yours, his breath hot against your neck. He reaches down to your clit, brushing his forefinger over it desperate to make you cum again. 

A few more strokes cause you to shudder and tremble around his, your pussy clenching around his cock as you cum. “Holy shit.. you’re so good,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his hungrily.

[juice-plums]

Absolute Animal

Sergei Kravinoff x !busty woman! reader

warnings: smutty, Rough sex, disrespectful love making, pussy stretching, virginity taken, let this man devour me!!

you had no idea why you were here, your stupid friends had dragged you to this extravagant bar, A bar where you had to dress all sexy and nice, You lowkey loved to dress up all sexy not for the men but for the jaw dropping stares you get from all men and women, The absolute confidence it gave you, and you had the not giving fuck face that let people know you were not fucking around. You were in a short, black tube top dress that accentuated your busty and voluptuous figure, you wanted to be a little more classier and slipped on black elbow length gloves on your hands, and why not? red bottom Louboutins high heels, cause you're a expensive lady that never settled for less, little did you know you had caught the eye of Sergei Kravinoff who was dining with his brother for his birthday.

You were sipping on a dry martini, listening to your friends chatter, and occasionally chiming in time to time, The Hunter's eyes never leaving you and your....figure as you conversed with your friends , he couldn't help it but he was a man and men's eyes tend to wander, you were taking a bite of the olive garnish that resting in your dry martini, your plump lips wrapped around the olive, kind of seductive in his eyes, you innocently chewed the olive, oblivious to the rugged rogue's stare, there was something about you, something that couldn't let him look away, there was something about your confidence that he found incredibly sexy and a little....arousing, He never had a lady that made him feel this certain way by just standing there.

One thing led to another, you headed to the bathroom and he sucked up the courage to follow you, you were innocently washing your hands and he silently stepped in, locking the bathroom door behind him, he could not help but stare at your plump rump in that damn black dress, the way it softly jiggled, he cleared his throat

"You're absolutely breathtaking"

He says, making you turn around, he startled you at first and then towered over you, staring at you, hungrily like a plump, meaty, lamb, you gulp softly from his words, you could practically hear the Russian accent seeping from his voice, like some melted butter that made goosebumps appear on your skin, you warily but sweetly smile at him.

“thank you, you're very sweet"

You had sweetly respond, looking his eyes, cold, stern eyes, then looked at his physique in that tux...damn, You softly shook your head, and sweetly smiled at him again, He had noticed your gaze and couldn't help but grin...smugly, he liked that this plump lady had guts and he liked that, he took a step closer to her, making her breath hitch softly cause he was so...sexy and nice to look at at,GOD WHAT AM I THINKING??, HE IS A STRANGER.

"you got guts, I like that in a woman"

He looked at her delicate features, she had makeup on which he especially liked, and he smelt her perfume, rich and gourmand kind of scent, made him want to devour you as your perfume filled his senses, he couldn't help but grin, you definitely liked what you were seeing now, You couldn't help but eye him again this time more brazenly, this time more flirty, making him chuckle.

"you know what you're getting into girly?"

He had asked, his Russian accent seeping through his words, making you melt like cotton candy, you had began to get all gushy and flirty innocently nodding at you look up at him with your eyes, and pouted your lips, making him chuckle again, this sweet lamb had no clue what was in for her, for the night, the more you looked at him the more your panties had heated up down there, something that only happened when you saw Captain America in his first movie, looking like a glazed donut coming out of that machine.

You and him were in a bathroom stall, together, making out softly first, his mouth dominating your, he could taste the sweetest of your lipstick, he grabbed and groped your big rump in your dress making you moan in delight, enjoying being manhandled this, making the damp spot in your panties get more visible, his scent was earthy and rich, continuing to kiss him, you ruffled his curls affectionately, he growled in delight, he just had to taste more of you he needed more of you.

he sat you down on toilet, hiking up your dress, you softly moan as he ripped your panties off, making you gasp, your slick pussy softly got wetter and your breath hitched feeling the cold air hit your pussy, without wasting time he dived his head, slurping your folds like a meal, making you moan, you lower the top of your dress, reveal your big breasts, you sexily fondled your breasts as he ate your pussy, he forced your thick thighs to squish his cheeks so he drowning in your pussy and he fucking loved it, your walls fluttered as he tongued your pussy, he was making you see stars

"ooh-ahh~, my pussy feels so good!~, Don't stop, make me cum all over your face!!~"

You had babbled, letting him fondle your big tits as he ate your pussy so good, this wasn't like anything you ever experienced before, not even your vibrators could replicate his sweet tongue invading your squishy walls, you sexily threw your head back, desperate to cover your mouth to conceal loud moans or words, he hungrily stared up at you, looking at your blissed out expression, he immediately didn't like how you were covering your mouth, oh no ma'am, he immediately stopped eating your pussy, making you whine

"oh please don't stop, don't stop, I wanna cum so bad, let me cum"

You babbled, he grins, standing up and sweetly kissed your whining mouth, he turn you around, you held onto the tank of the toilet played with your doughy ass some, making you moan softly and looked back, he unzipped his pants, revealing his thick, uncut cock that was a mere 9 inches, making you gasp at his size, his licked the top of his lip as he looked at your face, he rubbed his cock, letting a bead of pre-cum lube his cock up.

"w-wait,...be gentle, I never had anything that big in my pussy"

You softly begged, though your small pussy was leaking for his cock, even though you never never had any cock or dildos in your pussy, but your pussy needed this, Sergei spanked your big ass, making you gasp and look straight, your pussy leaked more from the contact. he grinned

“Your sweet pussy tells me otherwise,..look at her, just begging to be filled and stuffed with fat cock”

He grins, he rubs your pussy, making her wetter, you bit your lower lip, feeling so vulnerable and exposed, he spreads your tight pussy, and you braced yourself for his fat cock, he grabbed your hips and positioned his cock in between your thighs, burying his cock into your pussy instantly in one thrust, making you moan loudly, he gripped your hair in his fist, and that made you moan louder and bliss

“Oh fuck, okay, okay, you’re in me now,…oh fuck”

You uttered, your gummy walls fluttered around his cock, his huge cock bullying your pussy, he was like a wild animal who was going crazy for your pussy, you couldn’t get enough as your big breasts hit against the toilet tank every time he thrusted into your pussy, he hits your sweet spot making your scream bounce off the bathroom walls, he definitely loved making you scream out, he locked your arms behind you as he rutted into your pussy over and over again.

“You’re so deep in my guts!~, don’t ever stop, don’t ever fucking stop!~, oh fuck, oooohh fuuuck!!”

you moaned absolutely deliriously, your walls stretched deliciously to fit his cock, he grunts and groans louder like a lion, Sergei was absolutely destroying your guts as a whole, yelling cuss words in Russian as he spanked your fat ass, matching your pitch

“Such a perfect body, i’m gonna mark you all up and you’re gonna be all mine, all mine”

He lowly growled, bottoming in and out of your squelching pussy with ease, you absolutely loved being dominated by him, you need more of him, just him, you felt a bubble stir up in in your stomach, making you scream louder and louder in bliss, he hits that spot over and over with his cock, you let go and cum on his thrusting cock, he grunts feeling your gummy walls clamp around his shaft and immediately slams in, cumming in your pussy

“Take it, take it like a good girl, my little slut”

He groaned, his balls twitching as he forced all his cum into your pussy, You absolutely loved cream pies now,..his cream pies, you swore you would never see him again after this experience, but you were a liar and appeared in his bed every time you needed some good dick, you can’t ever quit him now…he was a absolute animal.

[voxmortuus]

Hello. Vox here. 30's. She/They. Married. Requests are OPEN!

↝I write all types of fanfiction. Dark toned, smut and kink, super dark and possessive, the list goes on. You can find various themes ↝here↜. That is my new masterlist, my old one is attached. ↝What will I not write? Underage reader! Won't do it. I will call you out for it. I have a strict policy will not write minor readers so please respect that. Other than anything is really a go. ↝I ask that you please not steal my work and post it elsewhere. I cannot emphasize enough to please not do that. I do not consent to you taking my work in any way shape or form and posting it elsewhere. Reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. Comments and loves are always welcomed as well! ↝I do not consent to minors reading or interacting with my blog or my works. ↜ ↝You can pretty much guarantee anything you click on to read here has smut so treat it as NSFW. Always read the trigger warnings before you read. Again. I do not consent to posting my work anywhere. Do not steal my work. And again, no minors interacting or anything with my work. You will find yourself blocked and I won't be nice about it. ↝Characters I will write for Aaron Taylor-Johnson.↜ ✭ Sergei Kravinoff - Kraven The Hunter ✭ Sergeant Allen "Ize" Isaac - The Wall ✭ James Frey - A Million Little Pieces ✭ Ford Brody - Godzilla ✭ Count Aleksey Vronsky - Anna Karenina ✭ Ray Marcus - Nocturnal Animals ✭ Ben Leonard - Savages ✭ Tangerine - Bullet Train ✭ Divider & Header Credit to @nyxvuxoa

↬Quiver - Smut Prompt ↬Kitchen Quickie - Smut Prompt

↬A Solitary Love ↬Honeymoon ↬NSFW Alphabet

↬The Taste of You - Smut Prompt

↬"Use My Thigh" Smut Prompt

↬I Think It's Time

↬NSFW Alphabet ↬Netflix & Chill

↬Heat Waves ↬Where You Belong ↬The Taste of a Virgin - DARK FIC. PLEASE READ TRIGGERS ↬Right here. Right now - Anon Smut Prompt

↬Eat Spit Get Dicked ↬U-Turn

↬Begging You! - Smut Prompt

[dearhargrove]

Can you please do Sergei kravinoff x female virgin reader have sex for the first time? He meets her in London and lowkey dates her for awhile. There’s a lot of sexual tension between them. They finally have sex - it’s hot with consent. Ty

heyy I don’t write 18+ like that but I could do this request without including it if that’s fine with you? :)

[pretty-little-mind33]

READ HERE

[pretty-little-mind33]

virgin!sergei snippet 😏💗 enjoy! mdni

He groans and looks away, his skin prickles from the contact and he stands. He walks to the window panels, staring outside as he holds his breath so he doesn't lose his mind. "I do not touch you because I am afraid," he pauses, feeling vulnerable and it's a horrible feeling. "I am afraid I would hurt you when I am like this. Afraid I can't please you—"

You stand as well, not approaching him, but you're filled with confusion as you sit on the couch, your body pressed to the front, one leg bent, as you wrap your arms around the cushion, watching him. Your chin rests on your arm. "You can talk to me, Sergei. I'm not a stranger. I'm your girlfriend. You know how to please me—" you whisper.

His jaw tightens. "No, you don't understand," he says as he turns around again and walks back to you. Sergei holds out his hand and strokes your hair, watching as you lean into his touch. His skin feels unbearably hot as his dick tightens even more in his jeans. He growls and you look up at him, your eyes wide.

"I am an animal," he whispers, his voice hoarse.

[pretty-little-mind33]

*gnawing at the bars of my enclosure for that sergei fic*

same anon, same!

(it's being edited and will be posted sometime this weekend)

[pretty-little-mind33]

Virgin Sergei?! Absolutely! He’s got too much in his plate to be gettin’ bizz-ay!

But ugh! Just think once he gets going how feral that man is! 🤤

I am here for it my dear! 💛

YESSSSS!

i am currently writing this and i am so excited!! oh he would get the hang of it quickly—it's animal instinct after all 😉🫶

[pretty-little-mind33]

Anon who’s been yapping about virgin Sergei: you are welcome to use whatever ideas that you like! I may ramble at you a little more about the idea of him going into heat 👀

I AM ALL EARS 🤭 my asks are always open!

[pretty-little-mind33]

I’ve read your virgin Sergei snippet like four times now; I’m excited. Thank you for sharing! 🤭

thank YOU!! i am so excited as well! 😏🤭

[pretty-little-mind33]

Hi I love style (tangerine x virgin female reader) so much! Can you please do a similar smut but with Sergei x virginal female reader??? Ty

i actually have a virgin!reader with Sergei in the works rn! it's not exactly the same as Style but it's still virgin!reader so i hope you will like it!

[pretty-little-mind33]

Current WIPs

Last updated: 02/05/2025

JAMES POTTER ~

• Red - Being friends with benefits with James isn't easy.

TANEGERINE ~

• About You - You and your newborn baby call your husband while he is away on a work trip

• Teenage Dirtbag - teenage!Tan x teenage!reader

• Bad Romance - Meeting Tangerine at a pub.

DAVE LIZEWSKI ~

• Message In A Bottle - Your boyfriend has been acting weird lately and you want to know why.

COUNT VRONKSY ~

• none currently

PIETRO MAXIMOFF

• Us - When your childhood friend is in danger, you help him remember who he is. (requested)

SERGEI KRAVINOFF ~

• Getaway Car (smut) - Sergei x virgin!reader (requested)

• Only Angel (smut) - Virgin!Sergei x girlfriend!reader (requested)

FRIEDRICH HARDING ~

• Angel Of Music - You're a ballerina and you cannot Marry Friedrich— does not mean he wants you any less (requested)

• 'tis the damn season - Starting a family with your new husband (requested)

• tolerate it- Your husband is in love with another woman (requested)