Just a little happy smut as a gift for my friend MagpieandTheHound because she was having a bad week.
Based on my small comic called When She Does the Thing - can find it on Instagram. Just search Hiccupped_studio. Link in bio.
Enjoy!
Ever since the night in the cabin, I have been craving to be with Dimitri again but the whole damn world seemed determined to keep us apart. After the attack and then the rescue in the caves, things were still a frenzy here.
Parents were pulling out students, the academy was overrun with guardians in case there was another attack, and teachers were all trying to get the remaining students to focus on classes again.
Dimitri was constantly being pulled away to retell the events of the attack or to discuss new defences with the other guardians. While I was getting encouraged to talk about any trauma I may have added to the overflowing baggage I already had. I just wanted to blow off some steam and spend time with the man I love.
It's been weeks since the attack, and still, I haven't been able to find time to experience being intimate with Dimitri again. I was eighteen now, close to graduating and extremely, extremely, sexually frustrated.
I didn't know what I was missing before, but now I did and I wanted it again.
More than half of the Moroi students had been pulled from the school, almost none of the dhampir students left. So it was a little bit quieter around the school grounds. The students left were studying for their finals, and the novices were training for their trials.
Dimitri agreed to continue training and to push me harder. He had hinted that they may try to challenge me so I needed to be ready for anything.
Which is why I have been out running around the track for the last forty-five minutes. There could be some enjoyment here if Dimitri had joined me, but no. He barely even looked up at me when I came into the gym early, explaining I had to do laps from behind his ever-present western.
I wanted to destroy that book and then punch him in the face.
He told me we weren't going to deny ourselves our feelings and yet here we are.
Well, he hasn't completely ignored me. There were plenty of quick make-out sessions, and whispers of sweet words as he held me close when we had a chance. But I wanted sex, and he has decided that that was off the table.
Grumbling to myself, I returned to the gym, picking up my water bottle from my bag and drinking half of it. Swapping it for my towel, I wandered over to Dimitri where he still sat in a chair with his novel.
"Done?" He asked without moving his eyes from the pages. I rolled my eyes, working the hair tie from my hair and patting my sweat-soaked skin with the towel.
"Yeah," I sighed, "No more running. I feel like you're trying to kill me," I accused him, earning a grin.
"Of course not. Never," He replied sarcastically.
I pulled at the material of my grey top, it now stuck to me like a second skin. "Real convincing," I shot back as I peeled the top off.
"Rose –"
Dimitri's voice cut off, almost sounding like a gasp. I threw the shirt to the ground behind me, wrapping the towel around my neck. "What?"
He didn't speak, instead, was gazing at me. His eyes were focused yet had a strange expression to them, almost in awe.
"What?" I was used to Dimitri being quiet, but normally it wasn't like this. It was almost like he was in a trance. It wasn't until I noticed the blush that had risen on his cheeks and the tips of his ears that I realised what was happening.
Dimitri Belikov has been rendered speechless by me.
It had still been cold the last couple of weeks, so it's been rare for me to be wearing anything less than a t-shirt, but today was warming up, the sun still beating down on me as I ran. So, now I stood in front of Dimitri in a red sports bra that I knew pushed my breast up in a way that displayed a decent amount of cleavage. My black leggings were tight and didn't leave much to the imagination.
I grinned, an idea forming of how to mess with him. Get a little revenge for how frustrated he's made me.
Placing my hands on my hips, jutting one out to the side, my hair draped over my shoulder, curls cascading down just how he liked it. "See something you like, comrade?" I purred at him, my voice low and almost breathless.
His eyes widened, body tensing as my words had the desired effect. His book forgotten, barely clasped in his hand that had gone slack against his thigh. I could see the internal battle, lust and longing shining in his eyes.
Then he blinked and he became aware of what he was doing. Another blush covered his face, this one of embarrassment and frustration. Surging up from his chair, Dimitri marched away with quick determined steps. "That's enough for today," He grounded out, not once looking back at me.
I bent over, clutching my stomach as I laughed. I was going to pay for messing with him but it was so very worth it. While I loved that I could mess with him, it gave me an intense feeling of satisfaction knowing I had the ability to leave him so flustered, and enchant him with my looks.
Picking up my shirt, I walked back towards my bag. Dimitri had disappeared into the back room of the gym and I doubted he was coming out anytime soon, so lessons were done for today. Rather than walk all the way back to my dorm, I decided to use the showers in the gym.
Dumping my bag on one of the benches, I chose the middle shower, not feeling shy about stripping my leggings and just standing in my underwear as I turned on the taps and then grabbed my shower kit.
It was only once the temperature of the water was causing steam to fill the shower stall that I removed the last of my clothes. First my panties and then my bra.
As soon as the red material was gone, large hands replaced it, cupping my breasts in the warm palms. I flinched back in panic, my body colliding with a warm form, but soon relaxed when I smelt his aftershave.
I licked my lips, my knees already shaking as he massaged me, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Di–Dimitri?"
He shushed me, lips brushing against the shell of my ear, "Don't be too loud."
I nodded my head, gulping as one of his hands released my breast and moved down my stomach, fingers trailing ever so slowly. One of my arms reached up until my hand was around the back of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair that now hung loose.
"I thought we weren't doing this again?" I asked, trying to sound teasing, but instead, was needy as his fingers travelled further south.
He made a noise in the back of his throat, his body pressing against mine so I could feel him. "You make it very hard to resist you, Roza."
Oh yeah. I could feel just how hard. I smirked, gesturing to myself, "So you do like it?"
"Very much."
I gasped as his finger slipped between my folds, finding my clit. I could feel him grinning, starting with long, slow strokes, the pressure almost feathery light. I tried to tilt my hips forward, needing more, but he pulled his hand away.
"No, Roza. You need to learn patiences." The husky tones of his voice travelled straight down to the ball of need I could feel building in my lower stomach.
I sighed in frustration. "Screw being patient, I've been waiting too long to do this again." I spun in his arms until I was looking up at him, his eyes intense with lust. The gaze in them made me burn for him. "I want you, now." To prove just how much, I grasped him through his sweatpants.
His eyes closed, mouth agape, soft whispers escaping as I dragged my hand up. Then feeling brave, I slipped my hand under his waistband and wrapped my fingers around the taunt flesh. I wasn't well versed in giving hand jobs, my knowledge coming from Lissa and one fumbling attempt when I was very drunk. Yet, when Dimitri groaned I felt confident as my hand moved from the base and up to the head, thumb flicking over the tip.
"Бог."
"Does that feel good?" I made my voice sound sultry, hoping my lack of experience wasn't too obvious. When he didn't say otherwise, I stroked a few more times, tightening my grip.
Dimitri's head dropped until his forehead rested against my hair, his breath quickened. "Roza…" His hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping my movement.
I looked up at him in confusion. "Was that not –" My words cut off as his lips covered mine, moving feverishly. His tongue slipped into my mouth, fighting for dominance against mine. When we broke apart I was breathless.
"It was perfect, Roza. Everything you do feels so good, but I want to be with you," He rasped, kissing my face, working down my jaw and to my neck, nipping at the skin lightly then soothing it with open-mouth kisses.
I moaned, a hand fisted in the front of his shirt. "Then take me, comrade."
It seemed that was all he needed, pulled away from me to quickly rid himself of his clothes, leaving them discarded on the tiled floor with mine. I had a second to take in his naked form before he advanced on me again. His hands went straight to my thighs, fingers digging into the flesh as he hoisted me up to wrap my legs around his waist.
His mouth was on mine again, the kiss demanding and passionate. All the pent up feelings I've been having came out as I clung to him. It's like every nerve was on fire, feeling everywhere our bodies touched.
Dimitri walked us forward, I didn't know where we were going until I felt the warm spray of water hit me, and then the cool tiles of the wall. I gasped, arching my back, my breasts dragging along his skin.
He chuckled, "I have been wanting to be with you again so much. Every day I think of taking you, the many things I want to do to you." His hand moved from my thigh, using his hips to pin me against the wall. Fingers were again rolling my nipple, pinching and pulling, making me gasp and whine. "You are so perfect, Roza. So good for me."
I flushed at his words, feeling myself clench. I needed friction. Something to ease the burning need in me. There was nothing I could do as his mouth claimed mine, holding on to him as he plundered my mouth with his tongue and switched his attention between my nipples with his hand.
It was torture. Pure, pleasurable torture.
Feeling ready to scream for something, his hand dropped down between my legs, two fingers circling my entrance before pushing in.
Dimitri cursed under his breath, forehead against mine. "So wet for me," He praised, fingers sliding in and out. "Do you want me to take you, Roza? Pleasure you until you cum?"
I bit my lip at his words, for someone that was always so proper and quiet around others, he was not holding back now, and I loved it. "Fuck me, Dimitri," I replied, holding his eyes as I clench around his fingers. I wanted to feel the stretch of him in me, to reach that high he brought me to at the cabin.
A look passed his eyes at my response, it was near predatory.
I gasped as another finger was pushed in, stretching me further. "Dimitri, please," I begged as his fingers thrust into me.
His eyes glinted, a grin pulling at his lips. "Of course, Roza."
Suddenly his fingers were gone, and the head of his cock lined up. Not once moving his eyes from mine, he slid in. Thrusting up slowly as I sunk down on him. I dropped my head back in bliss at the feeling, taking in deep breaths when his hips were flush against my inner thighs.
The water was falling on us both, making his skin feel slicker, yet I felt secure in his hold, trusting that he would never drop me. It felt so perfect to be joined with him like this again, a sense of belonging washing over me.
When I lifted my head up to lock eyes with him again, I saw the same reflected in his. My arms wrapped around his neck, feeling him shift in me as our lips connected. This time the kiss was slower but just as passionate.
I drew back until I was an inch away, breathing as heavily as he was. "I love you."
"I love you too," He promised, lightly kissing my lips once more.
Dimitri's hips shifted, dragging out a few inches before snapping back up. My gasp echoed between us, the sound of the shower drowning it out. A look of satisfaction and pleasure crossed his face, repeating the movement.
Each thrust of his hips bounced my body against him, my nippled rubbing against him. The combination of the cold tiles and warm water just enhanced everything else. The feeling of his fingers dipping into my upper thigh and the other tangling in my hair to angle my head as he kissed me.
My hands gripped at the muscles of his back, feeling them flex with each thrust into my body. Nails scratching down when he hit that perfect spot.
Dimitri pulled back to adjust the angle, both hands on my thighs to hold me up higher as his pace picked up. The sound of his flesh hitting mine grew louder as he set an unrelenting tempo, sending shocks of pleasure through my body as I moaned for him.
"Fuck, Dimitri! Yes!" I cried, eyes rolling in the back of my head as the pressure grew.
"Does that feel good?" He asked, a smirk evident in his voice, shifting again so that he was going in deeper.
I had to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming as stars danced across my vision from each thrust. God, I wasn't going to last much longer.
Dimitri seemed to know that as well, his thrust becoming brutal, hitting just right. Over and over. My toes were curling as I clenched around him. My body was becoming taut, winding up more and more until I felt like I was going to snap.
His lips pressed against my jaw, teeth dragging along my flesh. "кончи для меня, Роза."
The tension broke, bursting inside me. My body convulsed as it was overcome with pleasure. "F-fuck!"
Dimitri's body covered mine as he continued to rut into me in short deep thrust, chasing his own orgasm while dragging mine out. Groaning into my neck as he pushed in one last time, body becoming still against mine.
I shook against him from the aftershocks, feeling myself slowly coming back to myself. The water pelted down on us as Dimitri breathed against me, chest heaving. After a minute, he slipped out of me and then carefully lowered my legs back to the ground.
Feeling wobbly, I held onto him as I leant against the wall for support. I felt like I was walking on clouds, a buzz going through my body that was unlike anything else. Hearing him laugh, I looked up at Dimitri, "What?"
His face was flushed, wet hair clinging to his face, "You look happy."
The smile on my face grew, "I am very happy," I replied, running my hands up his chest to his neck, "I have been wanting that for so long."
The smile on his face became larger, teeth showing, "Me too."