Set between seasons 2 and 3. Mikita enjoy having an apartment all to themselves.
"So… you gonna eat me out or what?"
Michael and Nikita had been enjoying their new apartment by watching TV together. They lounged on the couch, silently watching a history documentary he had been interested in. She slumped into the corner of the couch, her legs stretched out to prop her feet up on the coffee table. And his head rested in her lap as he laid across the couch. The couple was comfortable and content. However, Nikita quickly got bored. Her mind wandered endlessly, and she started to text Alex. Michael was too absorbed by the information on the TV to really notice her.
Eventually, while she was looking for something to entertain herself, Nikita noticed that Michael's cellphone was in the front pocket of his jeans. She had half a mind to text him just to annoy him. Though, she didn't know what to say. As she thought about it, Michael began to absentmindedly run his fingers along her thigh. There was no intention behind it besides him wanting to touch her after she had been gently playing with his hair. Except, his light touch made her squirm. She instantly wanted to feel a hell of a lot more. It'd definitely be better than some boring history documentary.
So, with a wicked smile, Nikita texted her boyfriend an activity they could do besides watch boring ol' TV, "So… you gonna eat me out or what?"
Feeling his cellphone vibrate in his pocket, Michael checked the text automatically. He and Nikita were off from Division that day, so he wasn't sure what to expect from the text. It could've just been nothing. Except, as he read his girlfriend's words, he tossed his phone aside and shot upwards. She chuckled. He ignored the bright sound- and the TV- to eagerly ask if she was serious, "Really? Is that what you've been thinking about?"
"Well, your head was already in my lap," Nikita shrugged, continuing to smile wickedly. Instantly, Michael surged forward to wipe the expression off her lips. He kissed her passionately and feverishly. His hands fell to her waist, and he repositioned her on the couch so they could lay against each other. Their legs entwined, and hands caressed increasingly heating bodies. He lifted her blouse and tormented her bronze skin with light touches. When he brushed his thumbs underneath her bra, her hips snapped into his. She could already feel his hardening cock straining against his jeans. She moaned, "That was fast."
"Are you complaining?" Rolling his hips gently, Michael smirked. Nikita moaned again. He captured the sound with another kiss. It was slower than the first, yet it was just as passionate.
"Never," Nikita breathed against Michael's lips. She pressed her hips against his and started to pull at his t-shirt. Although she didn't want to break their kiss again, she needed his shirt to be off. She pulled it over his head and haphazardly threw it to the floor. Instead of ripping off her blouse as well, Michael focused more on unbuttoning Nikita's jeans. He returned his lips to hers, and slipped his hand past the opening in her fly. When he pressed his fingers against her clit, she moaned loudly. The sound almost seemed to reverberate against the walls of their apartment. It encouraged him to start slowly rubbing his fingers over her underwear.
Nikita's body was humming. She needed more, immediately. While Michael was focused on kissing her deeply and fingering her lightly, she threw off her blouse and unhooked her bra. She also turned off the TV and tossed aside the remote; absolutely no one could be distracted then. Michael chuckled at her enthusiasm, low and deep. Nikita whined at the sound. Her hips grinded against his hand, desperately needing more friction, and she pulled him back for a heated kiss. Her boyfriend gave into her commands easily.
While his fingers rubbed deeper and harder against her clit, Michael pressed his hips against Nikita's. Her moaning and panted breath kept breaking their fevered kisses. Grinning, he was completely fine with the fact. He simply placed kisses along her jaw, neck, and collarbone. He nipped at her flushed bronze skin. Her hands pressed into the sturdy muscles of his lower back, holding him close to her and dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans.
When his warm lips traveled to her chest, his hand not in her pants played with one of her breasts. He massaged and kneaded and played with her nipple. Nikita pressed her chest against Michael, and he kissed her other breast. He continued to nip her skin, and he captured her nipple in his mouth. With the same slow, tantalizing rhythm that he fingered her, he paid equal attention to her breasts. Her mind went numb. She slipped her eyes closed, let her body relax, and had the pleasure sweep her away.
The couple had had sex enough times to know each other's tells. They knew when they were turned on. They knew when they loved a particular touch, move, or kiss. And, most importantly, they knew when they were about to cum. Nikita's breath shallowed, her heart raced, her skin was flushed and heated, and she was lost to needy moans. Michael instinctively rubbed her clit harder. He felt her flutter uncontrollably against his hand. She gasped and moaned and shuttered. Her orgasm wasn't nearly as intense as past ones, but her reaction was still obvious.
Once she settled down, Michael pulled away in awe, "Did you cum already?"
"Shut up."
"Damn, I'm good," Smiling crookedly, Michael's chest puffed out in pride. He had always known that he had had a strong effect on his girlfriend; sometimes, all it took to rile each other up was to kiss passionately. However, he had never known it was that strong. She fell apart so easily in his hands. He could give her intense pleasure with just a touch. That was definitely information he'd have to save and use over and over and over again.
"It was a little one. It doesn't count," Rolling her eyes, Nikita huffed. She had been so worked up, she had to release some of the pressure. It was just flutters, not a complete orgasm. At least, that was an excuse she could give so she didn't seem too easy. Her boyfriend should work harder than that to get her off.
Fortunately, he planned to do just that. Michael kissed Nikita and finally removed his hand from her pants. She whined at the loss of his touch. Yet he didn't intend for it to be gone for long. He simply had to pull off her jeans and underwear. While he did so, she unbuttoned his jeans. She hardly pushed his pants and boxer briefs down. She simply gave herself enough room to grab his cock. The feel of him so hot and hard in her hand made her moan. She tugged. He gasped and jerked his hips.
It was Nikita's turn to chuckle at Michael's enthusiasm. She tightened her grip and began to massage his hard cock. He didn't allow it to last for long. He was supposed to be making her cum- really cum- after all. Kissing his girlfriend thoroughly, Michael slowly plunged his fingers inside of her. She was so hot and so wet that they both moaned at the feeling. He slowly worked her up with gentle strokes and swirls. He continued to kiss her; though, his lips traveled down her beautiful golden skin back to her chest. When he kissed her breasts again, her hand stilled against him. Once again, she let pleasure sweep her away.
Michael moved slowly and sensually. He didn't want to rush anything again. He wanted to build up Nikita's orgasm so she could reach unimaginably pleasurable heights; she couldn't discount the next time he made her cum. He paid the same attention to her breasts as he had earlier. He massaged one and kissed the other, then switched. His fingers, on the other hand, worked her pussy far differently than before.
He pumped and swirled inside her ever so slowly. Clutching his back fiercely, Nikita moaned and whined for more. Michael only gave in slightly. He gently rubbed her clit in large circles; however, his fingers kept slipping off. She was so wet. Moaning, he nipped her breast and cursed, "God, you're so fucking wet."
"Just eat me out," Breathless, Nikita begged. As fucking good as his fingers felt inside her, she desperately needed his wicked tongue. She wanted to really cum. And his mouth was always so fucking good at giving her what she wanted.
"And stop this?" Continuing to move his fingers and tortuously rub her clit, Michael teased. Nikita couldn't reply. She moaned and opened her legs wider, giving him better access.
Eventually, Michael's lips left Nikita's breasts. He traveled down her abdomen, leaving heated kisses in his wake. Her fingers slipped into his short-cropped dark hair, urging his head to rest between her thighs. He only went as far as her hip, choosing to worship her phoenix tattoo with kisses and caresses instead. Frustrated, she huffed, "Do both, if you're that fucking good."
That was a challenge Michael loved to accept. He increased the speed of his fingers thrusting inside her as he nipped along Nikita's skin towards her pussy. He made sure his beard scraped her, making her squirm. When he finally licked her wet heat, her head snapped back and her eyes closed. She let out a throaty moan. He pressed his mouth against her, continuing to play with her clit. Whining, she urged him to eat her out. Swirling his fingers, he finally did.
"Fuck, Michael. Fuck…" Gripping Michael's hair and the back of the sofa like it was the only thing tethering her to reality, Nikita moaned. Her hips grinded wildly against his mouth and hand. She had no control of her movements. She simply attempted to feel every bit of intense pleasure her boyfriend was giving her. His beard scraped her inner thighs, his tongue licked and sucked and thrusted, and his fingers rubbed her soaking wet clit. She was losing her mind to the sensation. The torturous rhythm he set lit her aflame in so many wonderful ways. There was no possible way she could ever describe them, "Don't stop. God, please. Don't fucking stop."
Her orgasm was right there. She was going to cum, hard. However, Michael tried to delay it. He wanted his girlfriend to soar to her breaking point and shatter upon impact. He almost got her there. Nikita was a mess of moans, panted breath, and a racing heart. Her thighs tightened around his head as her hips bucked. In an attempt to slow her down, he slowed his rhythm. He circled her clit even slower than he had been. Unfortunately, that had the opposite effect. The break in rhythm broke her apart. She came with a curse of his name.
While she fluttered and writhed, Michael didn't stop. He jerked Nikita's hips closer to his mouth and increased his movements. He ate her out as though it was his sole mission in life. She wasn't even given a chance to come down from her blissful high. When her orgasm came to a stuttering end, she was quickly worked back up into another frenzy. He rubbed her clit so fast and licked her so hard that another orgasm instantly built. She couldn't stop moaning.
Shifting his angle and reaching to massage her breasts, Michael pushed Nikita even further over the edge. She gyrated her hips feverishly against him, then came once more. That time, she lost all knowledge and feeling besides what he was doing to her pussy. She was only aware of the orgasm that tore through her and made her scream.
Nikita had no idea how long she was gone. By the time her consciousness came back to her, her breathing was ragged, her heart pounded, her legs shook, and her boyfriend was laying gentle kisses to her inner thighs. Her fingers ached as well, and she slowly realized that she had a vice-like grip on Michael's hair and the couch cushions. She let go. Dusting more kisses along her flushed, heated skin, he smiled adoringly at her. She sighed in disbelief as her body slumped against the sofa, "Jesus… holy shit…"
"So I was right, huh?" Placing butterfly kisses along Nikita's tattooed hip, Michael chuckled. He definitely felt proud then. How could he not if he could make the woman he loved feel so fucking good for so fucking long. He chuckled again while Nikita only sighed again in response. Her mind was still too numb to really respond. She focused on catching her breath and calming the hum of her body. The tender kisses he placed on her skin helped.
However, Nikita refused to let Michael be smug. He couldn't be allowed to brag about what he had done to her; though- God- what he had done was absolutely fucking magical. She had to return the intense, amazing, indescribable pleasure. Tenderly, she cradled his cheeks and brought her lips to his. She kissed him lovingly and cherished his warm skin with gentle caresses. Soon, she removed his jeans and boxer briefs. With his cock hard and free, she took hold of it with both hands. Michael moaned. Nikita stole the sound with a kiss, beginning to tug.
With both hands, she massaged, kneaded, and pulled him. She was as slow as he had been with her. Kissing Michael passionately yet tenderly, Nikita squeezed his cock. His moans were breathy and short. He wanted to focus on kissing his girlfriend. However, she had other ideas for him. She nipped at his stubbled jaw and rubbed her thumb over his tip. A low, deep moan escaped his lips that time. Eyes closing, his head lolled back. She smirked against his heated skin. She placed several kisses down the column of his throat until she landed on his pulsepoint. Then, she began to suck.
Michael gathered Nikita's long, dark hair in his hands in an effort to hold onto something. He wanted to hurriedly thrust into her hands, yet he had to hold on far longer than that. He should just let himself be swept away by pleasure like she had. He could relax in her slow, sure hands, focusing only on the feel of her jerking him off. Soon, her full lips moved from his neck to his collarbone. She didn't stay there long. She simply drew a moan from him by nipping at his flushed skin, then she moved further down his muscular body. Her lips landed on his inner thighs, and he moaned in anticipation.
Her tongue circled his tip first. Michael couldn't stop himself from trying to thrust into her hot mouth. Nikita placed one hand on his abdomen in an effort to still him. The other remained on his shaft. She slowly moved her hand up and down, massaging him gently. As her hand moved down his hard shaft, so did her tongue. Her boyfriend's thick, smoky voice made his curse unintelligible. Regardless, the sound urged her to take him completely in her mouth. When she sucked his cock, the sound of his moan echoed in the apartment, "Oh… Nik…"
His moans made her move faster. But not too fast. Nikita tortuously licked and sucked him while her hand continued to jerk him. Michael's hips snapped and rolled under her movements. Although one hand remained buried in her hair, the other explored her body. He tried to touch her ass, breasts, and thighs. He needed to caress her as she sucked him. It was the only way he could keep himself from becoming too lost to the feel of her hot, wet mouth.
The way Michael kept moaning- the sound vibrating his chest- made Nikita moan around his cock. She sucked and tugged harder, yet she continued to move maddeningly slow. He thrusted into her mouth. While she momentarily paused to adjust, he managed to skim his fingers along her pussy. Her hips tried to grind down, and she whined.
That was all Michael could take. His breathing was labored, his hips couldn't stay still, and his cock was throbbing. If Nikita didn't stop, he'd cum and it'd all be over. He didn't want that yet. He wanted to be inside her, feel all of her, cum with her. Pulling lightly on her hair, he tried to bring her lips back to his. She wouldn't stop sucking him, though; she was far too focused on his pleasure. It took him a moment to be able to collect his thoughts and beg, "Stop… Nikita, stop… I want to be inside you."
"You wanna fuck me?" Finally taking her mouth off him, Nikita husked. She continued to slowly jerk him off, enjoying the sounds of his moans and the feel of him in her hand. His hips jerked, his breath stuttered, and his wandering hand stilled on her ass. She felt herself pulse at just the sight of Michael's pleasure. She had him in the palm of her hand as easily as he had had her. Yet she wouldn't end his torture there. She wanted to fuck him too.
"Yes. Fuck. Please," Michael pulled Nikita up to meet his lips. The two kissed desperately. She released her grip on his throbbing cock and swung her impossibly long legs over his thighs. She straddled his lap, lightly gyrating her hips over his. Her wet heat skimmed along his tip, and his head rolled back on a moan. She gasped and fought the urge to lower herself on top of him right then and there. Kissing thoroughly helped distract the couple. But their hips were begging to connect. He needed to be inside her. They needed to feel all of each other.
"Then take me to bed," Hovering her lips over his, Nikita commanded breathily. Michael didn't hesitate. He gripped her waist tightly and lifted both of them off the couch. Quickly, she wrapped her legs securely around his waist and locked her ankles together. That didn't stop them from stumbling as he tried to walk them to the bedroom. He was unsure as he immediately jumped to his feet. It took a couple steps for him to find his footing. Neither cared. The impassioned way they kissed stole all their attention.
Barely making it out of the livingroom, the couple crashed into the hallway. Her back slammed against the wall, and his hips tried to thrust into hers. The couple kissed deeply. Nikita cradled Michael's head in her hands while he held to her waist so tightly. Desperately, their frantic hips tried to connect with one another. However, they couldn't find the right angle. The best they could do was make out with a feverish passion.
Managing to slip a hand between them, Nikita took hold of him. She guided his cock to her pussy and wiggled her hips. Feeling her wet heat against his tip again, Michael couldn't help but thrust his hips harshly. He finally entered inside her. They both moaned long and loud. Because of their position, it took the couple a moment to adjust. She was mostly held upright by the wall; her back pressed against it to support her weight while her legs remained wrapped around him. And he guided her hips comfortably over his. Once they were situated, and kissing passionately again, their hips began to move.
All of their slow torture was gone. The couple had worked each other up enough. Since he was moving inside her, they needed more and more, fast and then. Nikita wrapped one arm around Michael's steady shoulders to help keep herself steady. She caressed his muscles and dug her nails into his skin. Her other hand remained between them. She rubbed her clit in the same desperate, tantalizing rhythm of their thrusts. Moans and curses peppered her kisses.
Although Michael's hand had to remain on Nikita's waist to ensure she didn't fall and they didn't get hurt, he was able to dust his thumbs along the underside of her breasts. He was also able to twist his hips each time he thrusted inside her. The angle he hit was just right. She clung to him and kissed him harder. Moaning, he moved even faster. She soon screamed out, "Right there… Michael… right there. Fuck…"
The couple couldn't kiss anymore. They were moaning and gasping and cursing too much to keep their lips pressed together. Their foreheads just burned together as their hips thrusted wildly. Michael couldn't take much more of it. Nikita was so wet as she fluttered around him. He was throbbing. His orgasm was right around the corner- a few more of her throaty moans and he'd be gone. She needed to come with him. They had to ride their highs together, "Cum… Nikita… cum for me again."
With his smoky voice commanding her, Nikita couldn't deny him. Her head slammed against the wall as her orgasm overtook her. She didn't feel the dull pain in her skull. She just felt the pleasure of her release. As her pussy pulsed rapidly around his cock, he only managed to thrust a few more hurried times inside her. He came hard, holding tight to her in an attempt to keep himself grounded. Yet it was of no use. He was completely lost to the wave of pleasure.
When Michael eventually remembered to think, he slowly pulled out of her. He helped Nikita place her feet on the ground and stand. She still had to press her back into the wall for support, however. Her powerful legs were far too shaky to stand on just yet. The two hardly noticed. They had to settle their racing hearts and panted breath. Butterfly kisses along their lips and flushed skin helped. The couple could ground themselves back to reality.
The thought made Nikita chuckle. She kissed Michael sweetly, and he soon chuckled with her. With their arms still wrapped around each other, they softly caressed their sated bodies. Their foreheads brushed against each other. And their eyes stared adoringly into one another. She beamed at him. He just had to kiss her again as he cursed, "Shit."
"It's okay. I have Plan B. I'm also not ovulating- I think," Caressing her boyfriend's cheek, Nikita reassured. She always had emergency contraceptives on hand just in case. Ideally, they should've grabbed a condom before he thrusted inside her. But after all they had done on the couch, could anyone blame them for not taking a moment to grab protection. They hadn't been the smartest, but it'd all work out okay. The couple should be fine.
"What? No. That's not…" Michael began. He was still trying to catch his breath and his thoughts, so it took him some time to realize what Nikita was saying. The confused look she gave him helped snap him into better focus. Of course they should've been more careful during sex. Although their war with Percy and Oversight was over, they couldn't immediately dive into their happily ever after. They still had to clean up Division and deal with the fallout of all their battles. It definitely wasn't the time for kids. The couple shouldn't even risk it, "I mean, that's good. We shouldn't have a baby right now. You know… yeah. You know."
As Michael stumbled to correct himself, Nikita continued to look at him in confusion. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he tried to make her understand what he was thinking without sounding like an insensitive jackass. They had been in that situation before when he was relieved after she had told him that she wasn't pregnant. It wasn't that he didn't want to eventually have a baby with his girlfriend- just not right then while their lives were absolutely insane. She had to have known that.
Nikita did know that. She had known what Michael meant when he had stumbled over the topic almost a year ago, and she knew what he meant then. She was just teasing him. As he stuttered, she couldn't help but grin smugly. Her boyfriend quickly caught the smile. He instantly stopped stammering and scoffed in disbelief. While she laughed, he attempted to glare, "Stop making me freak out when I say stuff like that."
"You're right. You're right. No kids," Continuing to giggle, Nikita finally let Michael off the hook. Although he rolled his eyes, he couldn't stop the slight grin on his lips. He kissed her softly. She returned the tender affection. Yet only for a moment. There was a question she wanted to ask that made her pull away. He had cussed after they had had sex; there must've been a reason. Hopefully, it wasn't anything bad, "What'd you mean by 'shit' then?"
"You just feel so fucking good," Michael pulled Nikita flush against him. The couple laughed and kissed once more. Hands softly caressed their sated bodies, and hearts beat the same easy rhythm. They melted into the loving affection, molding comfortably into one another.
"I'm so glad we have our own place," Beaming, Nikita broke from the kiss and bumped her forehead against Michael's. He matched her brilliant smile. Then, without breaking eye contact, he scooped her up into a bridal carry. She squealed and kicked her legs, yet she clung to him tightly. Holding her just as securely, he kissed her lovingly and finally carried her to bed. Bright laughter soon echoed throughout their apartment.
And another collection of M-rated Nikita oneshots. I'm still figuring out my new schedule, so I don't know if this will have consistent updates (this chapter took me two weeks to write). But it'd still be just as fun.
