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nikolai lantsov ~ quarantined

a mystic plague has taken over ravka and newly coronated king nikolai orders everyone to stay in their homes. but what might him and y/n do when boredom comes along? 

*-smut

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we were about three weeks into this quarantine and we had run out of things to do. 

"at this point the plague can just come and kill me before this boredom does." he'd joked at some point.

it was noon and i was reading in my room by my desk. a good fifteen minutes had passed until i heard someone come into my room. i glanced over my shoulder and saw nikolai. 

"oh, you." i said mockingly. 

"ouch, you're hurting my feelings." he said and put his hand on his chest, over his heart. 

i laughed. 

i returned my attention back to my book. he crept up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and massaging me. god it felt good. 

"whatcha reading?" he asked in a childish tone. 

"oh just, a romance novel." i shrugged awkwardly. 

"what, you don't feel enough romance with me?" he asked and held my chin up so i had to look at him. 

it was hard to get words out of my mouth in that pose so i could do nothing but look at him. i thought of the way his hand felt around my chin, so warm, so steady. he brushed his hand down towards my neck. i flinched.

"that tickles!" i laughed. 

he didn't return a laugh, not even a smile, perhaps a smirk. he yanked my chin upwards again, this time a firmer grip, but not so that it hurt. his thumb came up to my mouth and i unconsciously opened it. he slid his thumb in my mouth and i froze. he bent down and i felt his soft hair brush against my face.

"you know, this plague has really began to bore the hell out of me. but i have some ideas on what we can do." he whispered. 

ah. 

without warning i removed his hand and got up from my chair. he looked confused but intrigued. i walked closer to him, and placed my hand on his crotch. oh. i could feel his bulge, warm, and pulsating. he looked taken aback a bit, but didn't move. 

"what do you want to do, moi tsar?" i asked while looking up at him. i knew it drove him mad. 

he grinned and carried me to the bed, putting me down gently but then quickly ripping off my clothes. i blushed at the sudden exposure. nikolai began kissing my neck, and slowly moving down towards my chest. my nipples hardened at the chill and thrill. he noticed. he softly kissed my breast and nibbled on my nipple. he kept moving, and finally came down to my panties. i lifted my hips and he slid them off. i got nervous. he'd done this before, many times, but it felt as if it was the first time all over again. i slowly opened my legs and he readjusted himself so that he was right in between my legs.

he cocked his head to the side and smiled. "all that for me?"

i bit my lip and nodded. 

i felt his breath on my clit, aching for some sort of contact. 

"please" i begged. 

"please what?" he asked looking up at me.

"do something." i chuckled. 

in a flash i felt his tongue on me. licking up my strip and flicking my clit. i moaned at the sensation. he continued, so slowly and carefully. as if he was savouring his last meal. i tugged at his hair. 

"please. faster."

he did. moving his tongue in all the right places. and whenever i tugged at his hair he'd tighten the grip around my hips, burying his face even more in between my legs. i felt a clump start to form in my stomach. it was hard to stay still when all i felt was pure ecstacy. but he held me down. it was hard to think about anything else. 

"god nikolai i'm gonna-"

"cum." he interrupted. "cum for me."

a few seconds after he said that, i did. i moaned loudly, arched my back and rolled my eyes. i quickly came back to reality and sat up on my elbows. 

"well," he said and kissed me. i could taste myself on his tongue. "i have a meeting now, so i have to go." he said and got up.

"what?" 

"don't worry, you can have me all night." he winked and closed the door after him.

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kaz brekker ~ do you fancy me?

one of the members of the crows seem a bit restrained when it comes to their leader, kaz brekker. he is determined to find out why.

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it had been two years, eleven months and twenty-seven days since kaz brekker saved me. 

it had been two years, six months and twelve days since my feelings developed for kaz brekker. 

how could i not? he's so enigmatic, leaves me questioning my own sanity. but that's also what makes him so interesting. every conversation with him is like a riddle. and by the time i'd figured out what he meant, he'd give me a new riddle. 

kaz had asked me to see him in his office after breakfast. what is this? am i about to get crucified? knowing kaz, that was probably the answer. 

the door was slightly ajar, and i peeped through it. he was standing by the desk, leaning on it, as if he was waiting for me. i walked in and gave him a light bow. 

"please, no need for the formality." he said grimly, but i could see a smirk tugging at his lips. 

i smiled and caught myself lingering a bit too long on him. i cleared my throat and finally spoke. 

"why did you need me?" 

"are you happy here?" 

"that's such a vague question." i chuckled, the awkwardness growing more and more inside me.

"answer me," he stepped closer to me, i now had to look up at him, "are you happy here?" he asked again, softer. 

oh.

"i mean, yeah.." i managed to say, although i could see he wasn't completely satisfied with that response, "i'm grateful for everything you-"

"for saints sake!" he yelled. the others downstairs must have heard that. 

he ran his gloved hand through his hair, as if he was in despair.

"are you not cognizant of why i'm asking you?" his voice was assertive, "you have always behaved like this around me. tense. i assumed you were just a bit nervous in the beginning. but i have seen how serene you are with the others. so tell me, please, what have i done? what can i do?"

"i-", i was baffled, "you've done nothing wrong kaz." 

i took a step closer, our chests almost touching, our breaths intertwining. i looked deep into his eyes. he remained composed. and i could see the realization slowly hit him. 

"oh," his gaze softened, "do you fancy me?"

"i see you have finally cracked it."

what am i doing? i thought to myself. feeling anything for kaz brekker was the worst kind of foolishness. my thoughts were interrupted by his hands. one around my waist, and one tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. 

"i'm sor-" 

he silenced me with his lips, his soft lips, brushing against mine. i could feel the heat grow between us. behind his gentleness i thought i felt something else, or perhaps i'm just a deusionalist. could it possibly be desire?

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mental breakdown

alex comforts y/n during her lowest.

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i hear the front door open and i panic. i’m not ready to see alex yet. i’ll probably break down infront of him like a mess. so i run up the stairs and lock my bedroom door behind me. i can’t do anything but sit by the door, on the verge of tears.

immediately after, i hear alex rush up the stairs aswell. failing to open the door, he knocks frantically.

"y/n? y/n please open the door." he says as he desperately tries to open the door.

"i’m sorry.."

"please let me in," he says calmly, losing all his panic he had a second ago.

i don’t know what else to do but i wait a few seconds before i open the door. i’m still sobbing on the floor like an idiot.

he sits down next to me and hugs me. i cry in his arms and strangely, i feel like i’m home. like his arms are my safe space.

"shh don’t cry love, it will be alright," he says, wiping away my tears.

i manage to collect myself together, sorta. my vision is blurry but i can still make out his sweet smile. i smile back.

"come on," he says and picks me up and carries me to my bed.

i’m the little spoon and he’s the big spoon. he caresses my hair and in that moment i felt as if nothing mattered other than his touch. it was like he was hypnotizing me. i could feel myself getting sleepy. but right before i dozed off i snapped back into reality by the sound of his voice.

"can you tell me what happened y/n?" he asks and tucked my hair behind my ear.

i stay silent, because i don’t even know what happened myself.

"you don’t need to answer if-"

"do you ever feel like you just want to end it all?"

i was kinda hoping for a response but he just listened.

"like nothing’s even worth fighting for anymore. and that you could be at peace if you just ended your suffering."

after a long pause he spoke again, "i guess i’ve never thought of that before. is that how you’re feeling right now?" his voice was filled with curiosity and sadness.

"yeah."

"i don’t want you to feel like that, atleast not on your own. i want you to feel safe with me, and that you can tell me anything that’s on your chest."

"i know alex, i’ll tell you everything from now on."

"promise?"

"i promise."

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teachers pet

there’s a new substitute teacher. mr. alex turner. and it seems like y/n has started to develop a little crush on him. she faces some trouble with him until he one day asks her to see him after class, but what’s gonna happen?

* - smut

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god it’s the 3rd time i’m late this week, i think to myself. i hate mrs. norris, she’s so strict and she’s gonna humiliate me infront of the whole class for being late, again.

my heart starts to beat faster the closer i get to my classroom. suck it up y/n.

"hey mrs. norris sorry i’m late again i just-" i ramble, avoiding eye contact.

but as i slowly look up, i realize it’s not mrs. norris. it’s a very attractive young man actually. tall, lean, and this gorgeous hair. my thoughts disappear and i stand by the door like a fucking idiot.

i hear giggles scattered around, but i can only focus on the warm smile he greets me with.

"what’s your name?" he asks with his smooth voice that caught me a bit off guard.

wow that yorkshire accent is so sexy.

"y/n"

"well y/n," he says as he slowly walks up to me, "i’m no mrs. norris, clearly," he chuckles, "i’m mr. turner and i’m gonna be a substitute for a while."

i nod.

"find your seat please."

i nod again and quickly sit down. that was fucking awful i mean what even was that y/n?

a few days pass and mr. turner is still with us. if i’m gonna be honest i can’t really focus in his classes. he’s just so..

days turn to weeks. and i can’t stand to look mr. turner in the eye. i turn into a nervous wreck whenever i’m in his class. i barely do any work and i skip a lot. but that’s alright, as long as he doesn’t know about my stupid crush on him.

i’m sitting alone, enjoying my lunch when i get a text.

mom: why haven’t you been attending your english classes?

shit. how the hell does she know about that?

y/n: ?

mom: your teacher called me this morning, you better attend today or you’ll be grounded for a month.

y/n: fine

great, just great.

mr. turner’s class is the last period today. time passes quickly and it’s time for his class already. oh how i’m looking forward to it.

the lesson is going alright i guess, we’re just writing an essay on health. boring. i’m just gonna sit here until i can go home.

but then mr. turner goes in on my document, seeing his name pop up on my screen made me almost run out the door.

fuck fuck fuck fuck.

about 5 minutes later i get an email from him. i really don’t wanna open it but i mean i kinda have to, he’s right there, staring at me.

y/n

i see you haven’t written anything yet, and it’s been 25 minutes. i’ve also noticed that you’ve been skipping class too, today is the first time i’ve seen you in 3 weeks. i don’t know if you do this with the other classes too but this is starting to become an issue. see me after class.

sincerely, mr. turner

see. me. after. class. those words terrify me. god i wish someone would just fuck me up the ass.

i look up at him and give him a slight nod. he smiles in response.

i decide to finally start on my essay, i only reach like 200 words and then the bell rung.

oh no.

my clasmates start to leave but i just put my pc in my backpack and sit on my seat.

mr. turner greets everyone goodbye and finally shuts the door. he slowly turns around but only stares at me.

"come with me to my office."

his office is built in with the classroom. i go there first and he walks behind me. i sit down on a chair and fidget with my nails. don’t say anything stupid y/n, just shut up.

he sits on his chair on the opposite side of the desk, still staring at me.

i look up aswell, looking at his every feature. he’s hotter than i thought.

"how do i look?" he asks.

"what?" i reply, panic in my voice.

"nah i’m only messing with you," he chuckles.

"oh," i laugh awkwardly.

"so, you know why i asked you to see me after class. and i just have to ask, are you doing alright?"

"uhm, yeah. yeah i’m doing okay."

"well are you skipping other classes?"

"no i’m not," i say quietly.

"oh, well, i looked at your past grades in this class. straight a’s. so can you please tell me what the issue is?" he raised his voice a bit now, getting impatient.

i look down at my shoes, not making a sound.

after a long pause he chuckles. what?

"i get it now," he continues laughing.

he walks around the desk, kneeling by me.

"you’ve got a little crush on me."

"i uhm-"

"it’s alright," he says, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"it’s totally alright," he whispers sensually in my ear.

it sent a shiver up my spine, and i cross my legs tighter. he notices and looks up at me again.

"open your legs please."

i never expected to hear that from a teacher, but i obey.

his hands travel up my thigh, keeping it there. fuck he knows what he’s doing. my pussy’s probably soaking by now, yearning for his touch.

"please mr. turner."

"please, call me alex."

i nod and he reaches his hand up higher. i’m only wearing a skirt so it’s easy for him to reach.

"no undergarments?" he smirks.

i don’t say anything but just smile, a bit embarrassed.

"fucking sexy," he chuckles as he rubs my clit slowly and presses his lips against mine. god this feels so good. his fingertips rub my clit softly, his kisses are soft and sloppy.

"wait," he pulls back from the kiss and stops rubbing my clit but keeping his hand there still, "have you done this before?"

"no," i say quietly.

"hey don’t be embarrassed, come with me." he smiles as he stands up and reaches for my hand.

there are no students or teachers left at school. we’re the only ones left, and we walk hand in hand out to his car.

don’t tell me he’s gonna fucking drive me home or something.

"where are we going?” i ask.

"to my house, i wanna make it a bit more special for you. y’know, unless you wanna fuck on my desk."

i laugh and get in the car.

so he wants to fuck me.

he places his hand on my thigh in the car and hums to himself.

after like 10 minutes we’re finally at his house. it’s so big and stunni-

my thoughts are interrupted by his lips smashed on mine. rougher than before. he tastes like mint, and i just want more and more.

"sorry i couldn’t wait," he says, practically in my mouth.

we’re finally in his house and he takes me to his bedroom. i lay down on his bed and he hovers over me. he kisses me again, but this time passionately. i wrap my legs around him and slightly moan in his mouth, i can feel him smirk. his hand travels up my thigh and rubs my clit. i wrap my legs around him tighter.

"fuck," i moan in his mouth.

"god you’re so sexy." he chuckles as he unbuttons his shirt.

"can i.. take off your shirt?" he asks.

i nod, sitting up. i lift my arms and he takes off my shirt, leaving my very revealing lacy bra.

"lay back for me will you love?"

i obey. he spreads my legs wide open, totally accessible for him. without a warning his tongue makes contact with my clit. fuck. he licks up my slit, making me arch my back. pushing my pussy into his face. i grab a handful of his hair, trying not to moan.

"don’t hold it in, i wanna hear your sweet voice moan for me."

he gets back to eating me out and i moan as loud as i can. a knot starts to form in my stomach, continuing to grow. my legs start to tremble, and my grip on his hair tightens.

"alex i think i’m gonna-"

"i know, let go for me yeah?"

a few seconds later i can’t hold it in anymore. i finally release and my eyes roll back until i see nothing but stars. i’m in pure ecstasy. my legs shake so much that i can feel his hands hold me down.

"that was amazing," i say, out of breath.

"yeah? glad to know i can make you feel good then." he says and kisses me.

"but i don’t think i can continue," i say awkwardly.

"what do you mean?"

"i can only cum one time," i say, a bit embarrassed. i’ve never been able to cum more than once before.

"ah, too sensitive?" he chuckles.

"yeah."

"that’s alright, we’ll just save it for another time then." he smiles and goes to get a towel so i can clean myself up.