#Ilya Fedorovich Facts

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Ilya Fedorovich Biography, Age, Wiki, Height, Weight, And More

Ilya Fedorovich Biography, Age, Wiki, Height, Weight, And More

Ilya Fedorovich Biography/Wiki A Belarus-born Ilya Fedorovich is known for her frequent appearance with his good friend David Dobrik who is also an internet personality. He is a successful businessman and famous YouTuber and podcast host. He started his career being a partner in his father’s plumbing company, Fly Plumbing Inc but later dropped the active partnership as he moved to Los Angeles to…

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Ilya Fedorovich X Y/n

Vlog inspired? Yes; #502 THIS STARTED A FIRE IN HIS HOUSE!! (SURPRISE)

Summary: Ilya comes to town bringing his shenanigans with him. He and David decide to handcuff y/n and Ilya together for the day as a prank, resulting in an amazing collaboration due to the sexual tension from the day’s activities...

Warnings; smut, language

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“Fuck, y/n ughhhh,” Ilya said running fingers through his hair stressfully on the couch sitting upside down.

“She’s so fucking pretty, I become Jell-O around her,” he complained to David.

“She’s like Medusa, except that when I look at her the only thing that gets hard as stone is my dick.”

Natalie walked by a heard that last part, “Ewwww Ilyaaa,” she rolled her eyes while David choked on his food, dying of laughter. Ilya didn’t make any sense, and the fact that he was so serious had David gasping for air.

“Bro,” David finally said after he calmed down, “just make a move, don’t be a pussy. And which one is it? Are you hard or are you Jell-O?” he laughs again.

And Ilya pounced on David and put him into a chokehold until he tapped out.

-

That day, you and Natalie had plans to go run some errands for David and then have lunch at a nice spot.

“Oh you have no idea how bad I wanted to leave the house, I needed to get away from all the boy energy. Don’t get me wrong I love Ilya but he and Dave can be a pain in the ass sometimes,” she laughs while her eyes are focused on the road.

“Oh yeah, I forgot Ilya was visiting,” you fiddle with the material on your seatbelt.

“Yeah, it’s only for about a week, probably more if Dave gets him to stay with a game of ‘heads or tails’ or something.”

You chuckled and the car went silent for an awkward amount of time.

“So about Ilya... I think he’s cute..” you bit your lip waiting for Natalie’s reaction.

Her jaw dropped in shock but also in excitement. She repeatedly hit the steering wheel shouting ‘OH MY GOD!’ as if she was trying to wake it from a coma, accidentally honking the car horn.

“Why are you so excited? It’s not like he’ll ever go for me anyway,” you brushed off.

Natalie had completely forgotten that you don’t know she overheard him say the exact opposite of what you think. She tries to play it off, except her smile kinda gave it away.

“I mean, you never know babe. I think you guys would hit it off, just try to talk to him, get to know him...” Natalie suggests.

“I want to try,” you sigh, “I don’t think it’ll work,” you fiddled with your thumbs.

“I have faith in you bitch,” she smiled and you scoffed.

And that was enough for Nat to begin playing matchmaker...

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After today, Natalie dropped you off at your place and headed down back home, she was definitely sitting on a bad boy piece of information.

She pulled into the driveway and entered the house with a bunch of things excitedly.

“Dave you’ll never guess-” she began but quickly shifted her sentence because she saw that Ilya was next to him.

“-what I have!” she saved herself, motioning to the items in her possession.

David looked in her direction and his eyes lit up. “ahh yessss! Finally! Thank you Nat,” he smiled.

“Yeah and also I got some news, can we speak privately? It’ll be two seconds...” she silently hoped he wouldn't make her say it in front of Ilya.

“Sure,” he nodded, heading into the podcast room.

Once the door shut, she spilled the beans faster than you can say ‘happy birthday.’

Natalie didn't waste a second, “So y/n has a small crush on Ilya, and she said she kinda wishes she could find a way to get to know him better but she also thinks she has no chance...” she said all in one breath.

David raised his brows in shock, “Oh my god and Ilya was just saying kinda the same thing, he won't shut up about her,” he realizes, and Nat excitedly clapped her hands together.

“Ooo I wanna set them up, it’ll be so cute!” she squealed.

“And it could be perfect for the vlo- oh my god, Ilya told me he bought real handcuffs,” David lightly giggled at his impulsive idea.

“No, no David. Fuck I shouldn’t have said anything...” she palms her forehead, regretting everything she had just done.

“Too late bitch,” he cackles, “they want to be together? Let's handcuff them for a day challenge, they'll know each other better then,” he smirked.

Natalie huffed at the six-year-old boy in him, “Good luck convincing Ilya,” she shrugged.

“gOoD lUcK cOnViNciNg iLyA,” he mocked, giving Natalie the finger before rushing out the door.

It took a while but eventually, Ilya came through. With David's infamous charm of course...

“C’mon il, please? Look at it like this, you guys will spend a LOT of time together, and who knows? You guys could hit it off after this. Even if it’s not for me you could still gain from it and-”

“ALRIGHT FINE!” Ilya exclaimed, annoyed by David’s nagging but also excited to be with you.

A ‘yesss’ was followed after his approval and the boys began to plot the plan for tomorrow's stunt.

Natalie silently prayed that everything would be alright tomorrow considering that David and Ilya we're the Einstein's behind this. It was partially her as well, but she doesn't want to be dragged in this okay?

-

The next morning, tweedle dee and tweedle dum arrived at your place. Luckily for tweedle dee, he had a spare key which you gave him in case of emergency. How wise of you.

Before they entered, David turned his camera on and faced the camera to themselves.

“Alright what's up guys, so Ilya is visiting from Chicago, and Ilya bought these real handcuffs and we’re gonna handcuff Y/n to Ilya for the rest of the day,” he said as Ilya cuffed one of his own hands.

And with that, he panned the camera to the doorknob as he unlocked the door and quietly reached inside.

“Try not to get hard around medusa, Jell-O boy,” he probably didn’t make sense but he earned a laugh from himself and a punch on his arm from Ilya.

The two of them didn't take long to find your bedroom, the door was left slightly open while you were fast asleep.

They peeked through the door and found you sprawled across the mattress, the only thing keeping your body from being exposed was the sheets. Ilya struggled to keep his composure, but his imagination didn't do him any favors.

“Hi good morning y/n!” David said softly, entering the room while your eyes fluttered open.

You looked at him confused, but you saw the camera in his hand and immediately recognized that something was up.

“What now?” you yawned.

“I can’t say good morning to my best friend?” he laughed. But you didn't.

“Alright, there is something,” he chuckled, “that’s obviously why we’re here, get up y-”

“We?” you interrupted, pinching your nose with your thumb and forefinger.

Lo and behold, Ilya appeared from behind the door, with nervous yet goofy smile.

“For fuck’s sake David- you know what I'm not even surprised...” you sigh.

David chuckles and gives Ilya a hidden signal and he casually makes his way to sit on the floor near the edge of the mattress where your free hand is hanging out.

“Alright y/n let's make this quick, we’re going around to everyone's house to get disposables with il right when they wake up. Just do this one thing and we’ll be out of your hair,” he lied swiftly.

It sounded very convincing, but to be fair when you're half asleep, no one can really understand what's going on. Hence why you blindly fell into David's trap, posing for a disposable, whilst getting handcuffed by Ilya in the process.

All at once, you felt the metal confine your wrist, the flash of the camera, and the familiar menace laugh ringing through your ears.

‘Oh shit,’ you eventually woke up and processed everything.

You yanked on your now recently cuffed arm, and yes it is true, you aren’t asleep, this isn't a dream, yes, it’s real life.

“No, no, no your fucking- no ughhh,” you cry out, your other hand covering your face in distress.

They both laugh hysterically.

“Soooo,” David chuckled yet again, “change of plans... if you couldn't tell by now, both of you are getting handcuffed to each other for the day,” he said all giddy.

You hadn't realized who you were handcuffed to until just now.

‘I know I wanted to spend more time with him, BUT NOT LIKE THIS!,’ you internally cursed any entity that listened to the prayers you technically didn't even ask for.

“Well walk us through y/n,” he pulled you from your thoughts. “Let's do your daily routine!”

You huffed out a breath. ‘Today’s gonna be a long one,’ you thought.

-

You spent the rest of your morning struggling with the difficulty of getting ready with Ilya chained beside you. It was just as hard for him as it was for you.

Ilya's heart nearly pumped out of his chest when he saw just as much as a glimpse of your skin when he peeked at you getting dressed or hopping into the shower. And David was enjoying every second of this of course, since this footage was going towards the next vlog.

And now we're here, finally ready and leaving your place and headed to David's car.

“So what are we even doing today?” you asked.

”Well Taylor is sick, and Natalie is doing a couple of things for me, she can’t do them all at once so we're gonna go around and do half of her schedule and then go get lunch,” David announced.

“And then?” Ilya wondered.

”Who knows,” David smirked at him.

Something about that look in his eye really made you wish you were able to read minds.

-

You were all driving to who knows where, and all of a sudden David turns around, camera in hand and your full undivided attention. You internally panicked for a quick moment until you remembered that the man owned a self driving Tesla.

You let out the breath you didn't even realize you were holding.

“This is the key y/n,” the smirk on David’s face setting in gave you another clue that whatever he had in mind definitely wasn’t a good idea.

He proved you right when said key vanished after he pitched it out the window.

“DAVID!!!” you cried out, the panic seeping in again.

“I have a spare key” Ilya reassures.

“I know the bit. I- I literally know what you guys are gonna do, please don't. Please,” you pleaded.

You were proven right yet again when Ilya chucked the spare key right out of the window immediately after that last ‘please.’

“FUCK!” you shouted, causing the boys to burst out laughing.

You were obviously not impressed.

The day so far went just as planned, nothing too crazy, but still very difficult.

So far you all went and picked up some props and supplies for future experiments, and met with some people to quickly go over some arrangements.

The way people reacted to your situation was definitely a sight to see, though it was tiring having to explain how you even got into this mess in the first place.

David was driving pretty fast on his way to the final errand, either he didn't want to be late or he just wanted to get this last one over with because he was already hungry. He was faster than usual.

Even Ilya was starting to take notice.

At a red light, he quickly reached over to your seat to buckle your seatbelt, there was a look of genuine confusion on your face.

“What? We can’t have you slipping away,” he tittered.

“Well, that won’t even be a problem since I'm already attached to you,” you smirked, meaning it both literally and figuratively. You mentally patted yourself on the back, whether Ilya got the hint or not.

It kinda seemed like he did when his face lingered in front of yours a bit longer than expected. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips quickly, as if he was deciding on whether or not to kiss you.

You felt hot. You knew you were blushing. You felt warm all over but then some of the feeling strips away when David interrupts by pressing the accelerator causing Ilya to act like this never happened and move back to his own seat.

Now thanks to him you were a bashful mess.

David raced down and nearly crashed into a couple of cars before you've all made it to some furniture store. You and Ilya both had a look of confusion drawn on your faces.

“Dave are you sure this is the right place?” Ilya asked.

“Yeah David are you sure?” You chimed in.

“Oh for fuck’s sake...” David sighs in realization, dialing Natalie's phone. Guessing that she saw this coming, all of his calls went straight to voicemail. David definitely had things to say alright.

“Natalie what the FUCK! I was speeding down here to come here on time, and it’s not even fucking important! Since when did I become your personal shopper? Stop pulling shit like-” his rant got cut off by the sound of your voice.

“ENOUGH! Stop being such a baby, let's just go and get whatever she needs. It's not that big of a fucking deal,” you defended.

“She’s right bro, relax,” said Ilya.

David hung up and exited the car, slightly slamming the door shut.

“He’s probably just hungry,” you sighed.

“Definitely,” Ilya chuckled.

-

You both found David at the store waiting patiently to receive her order. Turned out, she picked out a large mirror, not that large though, only almost 7 feet. It’s not like throughout the whole day the car was slowly running out of space.

Nevertheless, the teamwork made the dream work, and it fit into the car by surprise. Though you were convinced if someone added one more item, the car would fall apart.

“Where am I going to sit?” you genuinely questioned.

David took a once over at the car to look for any available seats, he smirked when he only saw an extra one available in the front.

“I guess you’ll just have to share shotgun with Ilya,” he smiles cheekily.

Immediately after you heard those words, it was like someone released a ton of butterflies in your stomach. You were already cuffed to him, now you have to be even more physically closer than you already were. And you weren’t complaining.

You nodded your head and looked up at Ilya.

“So how’s this gonna work?” you chuckled lightly.

“I-I don’t know, we can try,” he stuttered.

Ilya sat down first and then you attempted at getting in after. The cuffs definitely made it harder to do this, the worst part was when you tripped and almost fell onto his shoulder but Ilya made it better when he caught you just before you hurt yourself.

“I gotcha,” was what he said when your faces were only inches apart, like that save alone didn’t already turn your legs into jelly, and that damn smile was the cherry on top. Are we making dessert?

“Let’s try this again, I have an idea,” you said after quickly recollecting yourself, breaking away from him.

Ilya got out of the car and waited on your instruction. He spaced out while he was watching you try to figure out and give directions, he thought you were just the cutest thing when you were focused and in control.

Ilya finally snapped back in as soon as he heard the words ”Get it?” escape your lips. He was fucked.

”uh- YES! Yeah,” he stuttered.

You smiled and began to execute the plan.

Ilya had both hands on your waist, guiding you onto his lap to make sure you wouldn’t trip again. You were finally fully in the car when you adjusted yourself a bit, causing his breath to hitch.

You felt him curse under his breath, you held back a smile after realizing what you did.

“Oh I’m so sorry, are you uncomfortable? Should I move?” You smirked while slowly readjusting yourself, the friction driving him insane. Ilya almost forgot to answer your question.

“N-no it’s okay, you’re good,” he stuttered, taking a deep breath before closing the door. David gave him a smirk before he started the car.

Throughout the ride his hands never left your waist, in fact, his arms slowly made its way to fully wrap themselves around it. Ilya claimed it was because you both didn't have a seatbelt.

On the way to McDonald's, which was obviously David’s choice for lunch, you felt a sudden squeeze that came from Ilya’s hands once every several seconds. Honestly, you didn't mind, in fact, you didn't even want him to stop. And if David weren't here, you’d want things to escalate even further.

David had his eyes focused on the road as he was talking about how much he loved McDonald's.

It was as if Ilya read your mind, his hands slowly headed south until they reached your thighs, drawing circles with his thumbs while your mind wandered into sinful places.

“I hate when people hate on McDonald’s. Like it’s number one for a fucking reason. Right?” David argued.

Ilya gave your thighs a light squeeze before he whispered in your ear to remind you to respond.

“hm?- RIGHT yes!” you rushed after being snapped back into reality.

“You know what I mean? Like it’s everywhere...” David continued, unaware that you were barely paying attention.

“Yeah totally,” you agreed, even though you didn't. It was just best to just go along with him so there wouldn’t be a huge debate.

-

Finally, you all made it back to David's house. All the errands were done and David had sorted out everything with Natalie. And the rest of the group came over to hang out.

“Oh my god! ALL DAY?” Zane yelled in disbelief, along with everyone else that came in and noticed your current state.

“Yes,” you giggled.

“Oh wow I am so sorry baby,” he pouted, chuckling at the idea. You would laugh too if you weren't in this situation. All of the day’s struggles being filmed for a video and the one question you kept pondering upon was ‘how the hell are we going to get out of this?’

Still, there was no answer, there is a good chance you'll be stuck with him for a very long time.

-

You have been sitting with Ilya for a good amount of time and you were thinking about two things; how long would it take to start salivating if you kept your eyes on him and if it were possible to get hornier than you already were. The answer? Yes.

You were honestly ready to risk it all, especially right after he winked at you when he caught you staring.

Seriously, you weren’t messing around. Suddenly you found yourself lying through your teeth like it was your job.

“Hey I have to use the bathroom,” you whispered in Ilya’s ear.

He doesn’t question it, and immediately gets up and leads you into the bathroom.

But of course, David stopped you both in your tracks with immediate suspicion,

“Where are you going?” he grinned.

“The bathroom?” you said.

“Bro she has to use the bathroom,” Ilya defended.

“Yeah sure,” David grabbed his camera, trying to follow the both of you.

You had a hand pressed against his chest, “Where do you think you’re going?” you raised a brow.

“To film for the vlog?” He tried.

“No you’ve filmed enough, let me at least have some privacy.”

“But Ilya can stay?” He raised.

“Ilya isn’t making a video for millions of people,” you shut the door on him, hearing ‘oohs’ in the distance.

“You’d let me know if you guys are having sex right?” David laughed through the door.

“SHUT UP DAVID!” You hit the door to emphasize you're trying to shoo him away.

When it finally seemed like he gave up and walked away, you took your chance and lightly pinned Ilya against the wall. It caught him off guard but by the look on his face, it seemed like he enjoyed that very much.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day...” you murmured, your hands tracing the collar of his shirt.

That's when he caught you off guard and now you were the one against the wall.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day...” Ilya whispered, his lips brushing over the edge of your jaw.

“So do it-” you felt his lips crash into yours, cutting you off mid-sentence.

It’s slow and sloppy but filled with hunger as one hand snaked up and lightly cupped your jaw.

You immediately parted your lips, Ilya didn’t waste any time before his tongue delved into your mouth, properly savoring what he’s been patiently waiting for, for so long.

Before you knew it, you found yourself sitting on the edge of the bathroom sink, Ilya trailing his lips down your neck while his fingers snaked down to your heat, running them through your folds. Your breath quivering when his finger brushed over your button.

“Fuck, you’re soaking,” he whispered, breath heavy as he spoke into your ear. With his other hand, he pulled down your tube top, exposing your breasts.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice when you were being a little tease huh? You’ve been driving me crazy all day baby. All. Fucking. Day,” he purred lowly, punctuating his last few words by kissing your chest. Your breath hitched as his words definitely caught you off guard.

Ilya eventually took one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nub while his free hand toyed with the other, inciting a moan but it got quickly dismissed when Ilya quickly covered your mouth, silencing you.

“I’d love to hear your sweet little voice, but right now you have to keep it down for me yeah?” You nodded.

He hiked up your skirt and swiftly pulled off your underwear. Before you knew it, Ilya dropped down to his knees, leaving kisses on your inner thigh while inching closer to your heat.

“Fuck,” you murmured while the hairs on his beard ran against your skin, sending tingles up your spine.

Your free hand frantically grabbed onto Ilya’s hair when his tongue grazed your clit, pulling him closer.

“Does that feel good?”

“Y-yeah mm,” you responded with a shaky breath, lightly pushing him against your center, not wanting him to stop any time soon.

Your thighs were trembling already and Ilya can’t help the smirk forming on his lips as he suckles at your clit. He was more than pleased with his effect on you. If you finished quickly, it would honestly be an advantage because then there wouldn’t be suspicions from David. Or at least not that many.

The soft string of profanities that slipped from your tongue only encouraged him to lick faster. But also in various speeds that make you silently plead for a release, toying you further.

You swore you almost saw stars when Ilya expertly slid his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a delicious pace.

The feeling of his fingers rolling harshly against your velvet walls had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Gasping while yanking on his hair, trying your hardest not to knock your knees together around his head. You were close, so close, in case your shaky legs didn’t already give that away.

“Cum for me, c’mon baby,” Ilya quickly cooed before going back to work. He continued to lick and curl and pump his fingers, while you mewled desperately.

Soon the tension in your stomach, the entanglement of knots came undone when your orgasm crashed over you. Your back arched and your hand came up to muffle the moan you tried to contain.

Ilya chuckles, coming up to gently rub circles on your thighs to help you relax while you attempt to control your breathing.

He came in for a kiss which soon got interrupted by some pounding at the door.

“WHAT’S TAKING SO LONG? ARE Y’ALL HAVING SEX??” David shouted through the door.

Both of your eyes widened. You immediately scrambled to get put together, both of your hearts harshly pounding out of your chest.

“Bro relax let her finish!” Ilya cried out just as he helped to put your panties back on and your skirt in its original place.

“David get a fucking grip I’m finishing up,” you chimed in, smirking at the pun you had just created.

In the process of washing your hands, you had the most brilliant idea.

All of a sudden you began to pour water all over the front of your clothes, Ilya tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.

You mouthed ‘follow my lead’ before opening the door to meet David with, of course, a camera in his hand like a fucking Hollywood fix.

“Are those cum stains?!” He said after giving you a quick once-over.

“No, are you on crack? We were trying to wash our hands quickly so you can get off our ass and Ilya accidentally wet me,” you explained, knowing full well he technically did ‘wet you.’

“Hey Nat, is it okay if I borrow your hairdryer?” you ignored David, spotting Natalie sitting comfortably on a LoveSac.

“Yeah sure! It’s in my bathroom by the mirror,” she smiled.

You left and dragged Ilya with you while David was still talking, he followed the two of you when you went to get the dryer.

‘He will not give it up will he?’ You thought, rolling your eyes.

You grabbed the dryer and darted to where Ilya was staying and made sure to close the door immediately, leaving the reporter out. You loved him but my god was he being so tough today.

Ilya plugged it in and turned the dryer to the highest setting, muffling all the noise coming from this room.

You both giggled at how successful this turned out.

“Now...” you pressed a finger against Ilya’s chest seductively, “let’s take care of this,” you smirked, brushing your lips with his, cupping the bulge in his pants.

You fondled with the front of his pants whilst you gently sucked on his bottom lip. Both of you got caught up in this impassioned moment before Ilya suddenly breathlessly pulled away, pulling out a small key from his pocket.

“You bastard! You had it all this time!” you huffed.

“Yeah, you like this bastard though,” Ilya smirked, “c’mere...” he murmured, unlocking the metal restraints.

“Ugh finally,” you teased, caressing your wrist with your hand.

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” he growled in your ear, causing your stomach to flip thrice.

Ilya grasped your chin desperately and your lips are slammed together once again, hooking your legs around his waist.

The kiss becomes needy, more biting this time, turning each other’s lips a sinful shade. Your gasps and whines can only be heard by Ilya, as well as his raspy groans.

Soon you found yourself being gently placed down on his mattress. He then buried his face back in your neck, while starting to grind his erection against your now throbbing cunt.

You both became breathless rather quickly after he raggedly pulled away from you, flipping you over so your ass is faced up.

Ilya grabbed your skirt and panties around your hips and peeled them down your legs all in one go.

Ilya felt a lump in his throat, his mouth dry as he took in the breathtaking sight on display in front of him. His breathing accelerated, there was absolutely no way that he could keep it together, he was a mess. A mess for you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot for me like this... damn,” he cursed.

Ilya quickly unzipped his pants and letting them fall to the floor, freeing his hard cock that's already dripping in precum.

“You sure about this baby?” he cooed, and you feverishly nodded away, aching to just have him inside you already.

Grabbing your hips from behind, Ilya lined himself up with your entrance and began to slowly push himself inside of you. Little by little, and finally fully slipping his cock deep into you. You gasp, turning your head to bury your face in the mattress because you never felt this full before.

“Fuckkk...,” he groaned, “so fucking tight for me...”

He thrust himself into you, you met him thrust for thrust, gripping the sheets until your knuckles were very visible.

He started to grunt with the force of his rhythm while you softly cried out against the mattress.

He picked up the pace, fucking you hard and fast, digging his fingers into your hips as a bunch of profanities were growled under his breath.

Muscles started to tighten and your moans were nonstop as you were getting close, the tension in your stomach building up by the second.

“I feel you, fuck- ah, cum for me. Cum baby,” Ilya cooed as he simultaneously continued to pound into your tight cunt.

“I’m gonna... oh god, oh god il...” you mewled.

“Let go, baby,” he egged you on.

You pushed herself as far done on Ilya’s cock as you could before you jolted and shamelessly came around his cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head once again.

The grip on your hips was still tight as he roughly thrust deep into your depths. It didn’t take long for Ilya to reach his release and as he emptied himself inside you, walls clenching around him from your own climax.

Ilya pulled out and collapsed beside you on the bed, breathily giggling with you until your orgasms subside.

-

You both walked into the living room where everyone was and David was the only one who spotted both of you first. Oh, the smirk he had on his face was chilling.

“Let me see if I can get this straight,” he laughed pressing record on his camera, “you’re clothes are still wet, you guys aren’t in cuffs anymore, and you expect me to believe that the glow on your faces is because you didn’t have sex? If I’m on crack, then everyone else in here is on it too!” He laughed.

Everyone in the room went wild whilst you hid your embarrassment in the crook of Ilya’s neck.

Busted.

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the best thing

person: Ilya requested: yes (I changed it a little I hope that's ok)      -He could be dating someone who’s a new member of the squad. They hide it from everyone but they each fly to each other to spend time with each other. When y/n pops up over Christmas break Ilya surprises everyone for New Years and tells them about Y/N, David gets pissed because he didn’t know genre: fluff, angst cw: nope

“God, I wish we could spend New Years together, but I promised Dave that I would be at his party,” I said to the screen. 

“Hiding this from David has been so hard. I just want to be able to see you all the time and talk about you all the time. David texted me ‘what's up?’ the other day and I just wanted to tell him,” Ilya said running a hand through his hair. 

He looked so cute. I wished that I could kiss him or even just hold him. 

I started hanging out with the vlog squad only a few months ago. We met through a mutual friend and we just all got along so well. I didn’t go into my friendship with David expecting to fall for his best friend, but that is what ended up happening. The moment I met Ilya Fedorovich, I knew I was in trouble. 

His presence can light up any room. He has the cutest smile I’ve ever seen and he never fails to make me laugh harder than anyone I know. I liked him immediately. 

So, what do you do when you really like someone, and you don’t feel close enough to the person who introduced you two to tell them? I decided that you say nothing. I didn’t want to make anything awkward with my new friends. Plus, I knew that if I were to pursue Ilya, it would be long distance, since I live in LA and he lives in Chicago. 

The night I met Ilya, we kissed and exchanged numbers. We talked every day since that moment. We didn’t put a label on anything, but it was very clear that we were feeling the same feelings for each other. We never really talked about it, but we were confident that the other wasn’t seeing someone else. The lack of time together in person, though, made things difficult. I felt like he could end things at any moment because it’s been so hard, but then, he calls me and I’m immediately at ease. 

Members of our friend group were getting curious about where I was disappearing to when I said I’d be gone for the weekend. I switched off between “visiting a friend” or “visiting family” every trip. In reality, I was going to Chicago (sometimes only for a day) just to spend at least a moment with Ilya. 

I wanted to invite Ilya home to my family for the Holidays. Apparently he wanted to invite me to meet his family too. Neither of us felt brave enough to say anything. We thought it may be too soon. Then we realized that every relationship goes at its own pace. We may be moving a bit fast, but we are only doing what feels right for us. 

It was getting close to New Years. I was sitting on David’s couch with Jason and I was seconds away from buying plane tickets to Chicago. David then came up behind me and I quickly switched tabs. 

“Y/N,” David said grabbing my shoulders. 

“Yes, my son,” I said craning my neck to look at him. 

“You’re coming to my party on New Years Eve, right?” He said with a bright smile on his face. 

“Of course, Dave,” I said placing my hand on his. David’s childlike qualities made it hard to say ‘no’ to him. 

After he walked away, I wen’t back to the tab on my computer with flights from LA to Chicago. I lingered there for a second and then closed the tab. 

“Change of plans, Y/N?” Jason said nodding to my computer. 

“Jason, were you looking over my shoulder?” I said slightly annoyed. 

“I glanced and saw flights open and got curious!” Jason said being defensive. 

“Well, I was going to visit my friend for New Years, but then I remembered that I had already told David that I would spend New Years in LA.”

“And, your friend is in Chicago?” Jason said raising an eyebrow. 

“Yes.” 

“What's your friends name?”

I stayed silent. Jason was on to me and I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to blatantly lie to him, but I didn’t think I could trust Jason to not tell David. 

“H-his-her name is...” I stammered. 

“Ilya?” Jason said as if he knew something. 

I was silent again. I chose to ignore him and go back to my computer. 

“Ilya told me last night. Don’t worry,  your secret is safe with me,” Jason tapped my knee in a fatherly manner and walked away. 

I did wonder why Ilya chose Jason, of all people, to be the keeper of our secret. I ultimately decided to trust that if Ilya trusted Jase then I can too. 

New Years Eve came. It was the big day. The end of a decade, and I had no one to kiss at midnight. 

I went over to David’s place early to help Natalie and Taylor set up. David just sat there and watched, of course. As I hung up streamers and signs, the only thing that was on my mind was Ilya. What was he doing tonight? Is he thinking of me too? 

As my mind started to race, I heard my name called. It sounded like Erin. 

“Y/N?!” The voice said. 

I saw Erin come into view with a bottle of champagne in hand and a large smile on her face. 

“Jason needs you outside,” Erin said once she found me. 

“Why?” I said laughing as I walked to the door. 

“He has a gift for everyone!” Erin said pushing me outside. 

I walked to Jason’s car slightly nervous. I didn’t know what to expect in that car.  To be completely honest, Jason scared me, and I was worried about what was to come. 

I sat down in the passenger seat, waiting to hear what Jason had to say. 

“So, as you know, I told David that I wanted to plan a vacation to Hawaii for the whole friend group and I wanted to formally invite you and-” Jason started to explain. 

Suddenly, a masked figure appeared from the back seat of Jason’s car and screamed in my face. The person took their mask off and the face of a person I loved so dearly appeared. 

“Ilya,” I almost whispered while covering my mouth. 

“Hi there,” Ilya said; his smile was bright as the sun. 

“It’s so good to see you,” I said going to hug him. “I missed you so much,” I said in his ear so only he could hear. 

“I missed you too,” he whispered back. 

“I’m going to preemptively say that I will cut whatever happens next, so if you want to kiss then do it now,” Jason said with a smile. 

I gave Ilya a quick kiss to his lips, just to remember what it felt like. 

“I hope there will be more later,” He said with a wink. 

As the party was underway, Ilya was trying his best to keep his hands off of me. He was really a surprise for David, so he had to spend time with him, but Jason told me that he was secretly a surprise for me too, being that he knew something the others didn't. 

There was a moment in the party where I saw David pull Ilya aside. Ilya was smiling. Then he looked nervous and was staring at his feet. The smile that was on David’s face fell. Two pairs of bright eyes can turn to dark so quickly. 

The two men started to walk my way. Ilya looked guilty while David looked hurt.  

“You’ve been dating my best friend behind my back?” David said angrily. 

“I mean... I just...” I started, not knowing how to make it sound okay, “Ilya and I just hit it off so quickly and... I was just so nervous to tell you because I enjoy filming with you and didn’t want you to throw me out of the squad,” I said looking at my feet. 

“She was just afraid of telling you, Dave,” Ilya said pleading with his best friend. 

“Why?” David said almost yelling. “When did I make it seem like hooking up with my friend would make me not want to film with you?”

“I didn’t want it to be just content! Plus, Ilya and I are long distance and it’s just... It’s not just hooking up because we’re not... not really anyway, since I never see him... I just wanted to have him to myself!” I said on the verge of tears. “I know it sounds stupid, but I’m so scared of losing him. I didn’t want any outside factors that could deter him from wanting me.” 

“Y/N,” Ilya said, blocking out the fact that David was there. “Nothing could deter me from wanting you. You are the best thing about my 2019. You are the best thing about my decade. Don’t be scared of losing me because all I really want is to be with you.”

“Are you serious?” I said walking towards Ilya.

“Would you like to go into 2020 being my girlfriend?” Ilya said taking my hands. 

“1000% yes,” I said pulling him in for a hug. 

“You guys are pretty cute together,” David said easing up. 

“Thanks, man,” Ilya said clasping a hand on Dave’s shoulder. 

“I just want you to know that you can tell me things, Y/N,” David said earnestly. “I’m not just your boyfriend’s best friend. I’d like to think that we are friends too and I do not judge. I’m happy that you are with Ilya. It gives him a reason to come to LA more,” David said with a genuine smile. 

“Thanks, Dave,” I said pulling him in for a hug. “I love you, bro.”

“I love you too, dude,” David said pulling away. 

He gave me a light nudge towards Ilya. “Treat him well,” David said chuckling while walking away. 

“I will!” I called after him. 

“Ten!” The party crowd started to cheer. 

“Oh, it’s almost time,” Ilya said inching towards me. 

“Eight!”

“We better prepare ourselves then,” I said putting my arms around Ilya’s waist. 

“Five, Four, Three, Two, One.”

“Happy New Year, Baby,” Ilya said before placing a sweet kiss on my lips. 

I have never felt happier to start a new year. I was ready to go into this next decade with a bang. 

;)

[chloe-l0uise]

Hold me, all night long [Ilya Fedorovich]

Summary: You and Ilya, have been in a relationship for the past five years. The reader has been friends with Ilya,David, Dima and the rest of Chicago group since the beginning.

Notes: Going in to post my first ever Ilya Fic here, Just feel Ilya doesn’t get the love and affection he deserves. Hope you all enjoy xoxo

Broken, broken is the only emotion you feel. With your back pushed against the the tall, glass pain window in yours and Ilya room. Looking down from the apartment, the cold snow flew down from the thick, white, Chicago clouds. Tears rolled down your cheeks, sniffles were the only source of noise coming from the room. Ilya was currently out with David and the rest of the vlog squad, as they were visiting for the Christmas period, only reason you didn’t include yourself in tonight’s antics is because, ‘you wasn’t feeling to well’ but insisted Ilya to go out and spend time with his dear friend.

In fact, you don’t understand why you’re feeling this way. You woke up this morning and it felt like the world was on your back. Not wanting to pressure your boyfriend you just wanted to get on with each other’s day. Your phone screen lights up, through your teary eyes you see Ilya’s contact pop up on the screen. You quickly wipe away the tears with the cuff of your jumper and answered the phone.

“Hey baby, you feeling any better. Just waiting for the Uber to arrive and I’ll be home in 15” you couldn’t respond. Your shaky breath was the only thing coming out. “Y/N babe, are you there. Are you okay?” Ilya sounding more concerned than before. Clearing your voice you managed to sound almost normal, not wanting to worry or pester Ilya with your problems “I’m fine Ilya, just feel little sick still”.

Of course Ilya didn’t believe your bullshit, “I’ll be home as soon as I can okay Y/N”. You couldn’t help but son down the phone from the protectiveness of your boyfriend. You both shared your ‘I love you’ and you waited for Ilya to come back home.

Few minutes passed by and you hear the front door open and slam shut. “Baby, where are you” Ilya shouted from the lounge. You didn’t response, because you physically couldn’t. Ilya Burst through the bedroom door, quilt, sadness and worry plastered his face running straight to your side and pulling you into his chest.

You snuggle deep into your boyfriends chest, taking in his warmth and desirable sent. Your tears damping his white t-shirt, Ilya runs his hand through your hair, down to your back and continues to do this, comforting you as he knows that you’re not able to express how you’re feeling.

Ready to speak, you try and blurt out an apology, “I-i just” he kissed the top of your head and held you tighter in his arms.

“Take your time beautiful, it okay”

You inhale and shakily respond “ I just don’t know Ilya, I don’t know what’s going on. Nothing is working, nothing is going to plan. Fucking nothing Ilya. We’re suppose to be moving to LA in a few weeks and I can’t even get my shit together” you managed to blurt out between the sniffles.

“Baby, what do you mean?” Ilya looked into your eyes. Them beautiful brown, pools searching for a reasoning.

“I think it will be better if you just left me Ilya, go to LA just you and Dima. Don’t worry about me, find someone who isn’t such a freak like me” you spoke sternly, believing that you’re not good enough for your amazing boyfriend.

“Are you fucking kidding me, baby I love you. Your my everything, your the reason I get up in the morning. We’re doing this together, me and you. Oh and Dima obviously” causing you both to chuckle. “Remember all the times I’ve said I love you, I’ve meant them every single time. You’re my beginning, middle and end, no one and I mean fucking no one will ever come between us. It’s always me and you Y/N and always has”

Tears formed again, but for a different reason. You look up at Ilya and place your shaky hand on his Stubley cheeks. “ Ilya Bruce Fedorovich, what did I do to deserve you” Ilya smiled down and you and pushed your foreheads together and places a light kiss onto your lips. Filled with so much passion, warmth and love. Making you double think the whole situation earlier. How could you feel this way, when you’re the most luckiest girl in the world to have this amazing, charming, goofball for a boyfriend.

You both vacate to your twos bed, cuddled up together watching some random film on Netflix. Your eyes begin to feel heavy, struggling to keep your eyes open Ilya pulls you closer into his chest. “Baby, go to sleep. I’ve got you I’m not going anywhere”. You let everything go and relax in Ilya’s muscular, protective arms. Letting all the worries escape, all that mattered is that Ilya loved you and you loved him.

You slept peacefully, knowing Ilya would ‘Hold you, all night long’