In Control
Illya Kuryakin and his female friend fight for dominance in the heat of the moment. No real story, unnamed female character so you can build up whatever backstory you want for it. Just some much needed Illya Kuryakin smut ;)
She grinned as Illya pushed her up against the wall.
"I never knew you had it in you Kuryakin."
"I have a lot of it in me," he said biting gently at her neck. "But usually those who don't ask, don't get."
The tone to his voice made her week at the knees. Somehow she mustered the strength to push him back. He smirked at her, licking his lips.
He discarded his jacket to the side and she resisted the urge to tell him how sexy in a badass way he looked with that gun holster over his shirt. She was sure he could read her thoughts though because he kept his eyes on her as he undone the straps and placed them carefully on the floor.
"What now?" He asked holding his arms out in a welcoming manner, ever smug smirk still present.
She stepped forward, his blue eyes fixed on her, and she slipped her hands under his shirt. It didn't take long before she'd worked the buttons undone and pushed it too the floor. She allowed herself to fully take in his half naked form. Slim, slight build she was unaware until now just how toned he actually was. He wasn't super muscly or bulky but if he quickly tensed, which she wondered whether it was just a random action or if he was doing it for her benefit, there was a clear outline of abs same went for his biceps.
"You're staring," Illya pointed out.
Hell yes she was, how could he blame her looking like that. Now it was her turn to push him back against the wall. He let her take control for now, kissing at his lips, neck, chest, any exposed skin she could get to whilst her hands explored his taut muscles.
He groaned slightly when her fingers toyed at the waistband of his trousers and he bucked his hips towards her. Apparently the anticipation was already getting to him yet he still kept his in control composure. He made short work of undoing her blouse buttons and unzipping her skirt and they soon joined the pile of discarded garments.
His eyes lingered over her body as hers had with his, then before she knew it they were kissing again like there was no tomorrow. They literally fought for dominance, pushing each other into what ever surface got in the way trying to tug off the other's remaining garments first.
It resulted in him on the floor whilst she straddled his waist. But whilst she'd only got him down to his boxer shorts; she was stark naked. His hair was all messed up and his was breathing was as hard as hers.
"I never knew you wanted to wrestle with me."
"What I want to do to you is much more than just wrestle, Kuryakin."
"Well then, feel free to show me." He folded his arms behind his head. "Seeing as your in a prime position up there, show me exactly what you want to do to me."
She didn't need telling twice. Her mouth ventured down his body, stopping once she got to his boxers. She traced her fingers up and down his hard cock over the thin material then her mouth followed kissing down the shaft slowly.
Illya groaned and lifted his head to look at her. "I heard this works better without clothing in the way."
"Have you now," she said with a coy smile. She stroked him a few times teasingly before encouraging to lift his hips so he could get rid of his underwear. Before ducking her head down again she looked him dead in the eye whilst licking her lips and suddenly he didn't look so smug and in control.
She took as much as him in her mouth as she could, swirling her tongue over the head earning her something muttered in Russian. She didn't know what it meant but it didn't sound family friendly. She settled into a rhythm and then added her hand to pump the base of his cock. A mixture of English and what she guessed were Russian profanities forced themselves from his mouth. It was such a turn on for her, watching him come undone and knowing that she caused it.
His fingers soon tangled themselves in her hair, pushing his hips upwards. He was obviously trying to speed the pace up but she wasn't having any of that right now. He'd made her wait long enough for this now it was his turn to be patient. If she got her way she was going to be on top of him, watching his face as she rode him out making him beg her to go faster.
Apparently this wasn't going to happen though. Illya seemed to have other ideas.
He pulled her off of him and sat up to kiss her. He didn't seem to care where her mouth had just been.
"You are taking oral contraceptives aren't you." He spoke between kissing her. It sounded like more of a confirmation than a question.
"Mmm hmm," she murmured. Not even bothering to ask how he knew, he was a top spy after all.
"So it's okay if we don't use a condom?"
"It's fine Kuryakin," she said almost impatiently. Although she found it very sweet that he asked her.
He said no more and before she knew it all her hopes and dreams about being in control were shattered. In one swift move he'd managed to manoeuvre the two of them so she was on her knees and his arms were wrapped around her from behind.
The kisses on her neck and his hard cock pressed against her back only made her more wet for him than she already was.
"Fuck me," she sighed.
"If you insist." His voice was low and lustful in her ear sending a shiver down her spine. "Move towards the sofa, I may need something to hold on to."
She complied and they shuffled closer to the end of the sofa. He gently pushed her over until her forearms were flat against the carpet. She felt him lining himself up against her entrance and then he pushed in slowly. Tormentingly slow.
She bit her lip as he filled her up. He stilled for a moment and grasped her hips before beginning to thrust in and out. Slow at first then he gained a little bit of speed.
Emphasis on little. He was making her pay for her little teasing act right now, letting her know he was the one in charge.
With each thrust he slammed into her and hit the right spot but it was going to agonisingly keep her on the edge until he got faster. His hands clenched around her body with every movement and he didn't try and hide his erratic breathing or moans. She had a feeling that going this slow was as painfully pleasing for him as it was for her. She wished she could see the look on his face right now.
Soon enough she was begging him to go faster. He chuckled and mumbled something but she couldn't tell what language it was in through his heavy breaths.
One hand worked it's way around to the front of her body and his thumb begun rubbing small circles over her clit.
"Oh fuck Illya," she moaned pushing her forehead into the carpet. His other hand gripped onto the arm of the sofa and that's when he gave her just what she'd asked for. He thrusted faster, his breathing was now accompanied by huffing and groaning. She looked up and saw his knuckles were going white as his fingers dug into the sofa. She wanted to hold out longer than him but with what his thumb was doing it wasn't long before she was over the edge, she came hard moaning his name and luckily Illya followed shortly after because her arms gave way and she collapsed to the floor.
She lay still for a moment and composed her breathing then she turned onto her back. Illya was leaning over her, arms stretched out holding the sofa. His head hung down with his soft tousled blonde hair hanging over his face, he was sweating and breathing like he'd just run a marathon.
"You okay there Kuryakin." She grinned.
Illya took her hand and placed it on his chest over his thumping heart. "Good workout. I'm more than okay." He smiled and then collapsed next to her and she rolled onto her side to face him.
She begun picking the long strands of his hair off his forehead and tucking them behind his ear then she straightened up his fringe.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, Kuryakin." She leaned forward and kissed him, he kissed her back and it was gentler than earlier; no urgency and not fuelled by lust and need. It was nice. she could help but smile when she pulled back from him.
She wished she could kiss him like that all the time but knew that after this happy little moment ended that was less than likely to happen. Her smile faded.
"We should go and get cleaned up," she said sitting up. "Back to work and reality," she sighed.
"Already," said Illya his brows furrowed. "This carpet is rather comfortable, I'd rather we just lay here for a bit."
"Come on Kurya..." She was cut off when Illya sat up and silenced her with a kiss.
"Stay there," he ordered. He got up and disappeared down the hallway then reappeared with handfuls of tissue. She used them to clean up the bodily fluids as a result of their act just now and then he disappeared again to dispose of it. On his way back he put on his boxers and passed her his shirt. She put it on and he raised an eyebrow at her as she rolled the long sleeves up.
"Cute," he commented.
He sat back down and laid back, pulling her with him. They lay on their sides facing each other, he slipped one of his legs between hers and his hand tentatively stroked her cheek whilst pressing a few chaste kisses to her lips. She couldn't help but smile again.
"I liked hearing you say my name," he said, his voice was quiet just a notch above a whisper.
"Kuryakin?"
"My first name."
"Illya," she murmured coyly. Remembering how she'd let it slip off her tongue during the moments of passion.
"I'll pick you up at 8 this evening."
"Huh," his statement caught her off guard, "where are we going?" She asked, intrigued. And for a quick moment she thought that maybe, just maybe this was going to be more than just a quick fling.
"My place."
A quick fling times two. Great. She didn't want to wait until the novelty of sex with her had worn off to him, because she knew her feelings would've multiplied by then and it would only be her getting hurt.
"Kury... Illya, listen, maybe me coming to yours isn't such a good idea."
"Is the idea of me cooking dinner that bad? Napoleon always likes my food."
"You want to cook me dinner?"
"Or we could go out to eat if you would prefer or do something else?"
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"Yes, but excuse me if I've overstepped the mark. I assumed this is what you want."
"Yeah. But I don't want you thinking you have to take me on a date just because we, you know."
Illya's eyebrows raised and he leaned closer to her until their foreheads were pressed together. "I want to take you on a date because I like you. Making love is just a bonus, I am a lucky man right now."
She giggled, she couldn't help it but it just escaped her lips. Here was the man she'd had a crush on for ages being all romantic. She felt a bit like a lovesick teenager again. "Then in that case I would love to come to yours for dinner."
"Great, 8o'clock then."
"It's a date Kuryakin." She gave him a kiss then glanced at the clock on the wall. "We really should get back to headquarters though, Waverly will want that report and I really need to shower first, so do you."
"Mmm sure," he said completely ignoring her. He kissed her passionately and pushed her onto her back. She did nothing to try and stop him. He kissed down her jawline and neck. His hands pushed his shirt she was wearing apart to expose her breasts and he gently kissed and sucked the left one. His tongue playing with her nipple until it was hard; then he turned his attention to the right one. Her hands made short work of messing up his hair all over again.
"Kuryakin," she murmured making him look up. "Work and be patient until after dinner later."
He just ignored her again and kissed down her stomach. When he got to her waist he spread her legs apart and placed kisses on her inner thighs then he stopped, blue eyes looking up at her. His breath warm was hitting a very sensitive area and she had to try her best not to squirm.
"Work can wait," he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder. "Plus I've worked up an appetite that needs satisfying before dinner." With that said he let his tongue loose on her.
"Oh Illya," she sighed.
Right now everything else could wait.
