Makarov: sneering down at reader, holding a knife to his stomach while he’s fucking the shit out of him. Probably smoking too, just being a fucking dick during sex
Reader: “hot”
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Cutting Close
Warnings: NOT PROOFREADING THIS SHIT, rough sex, THIS GUY IS A MEANIE, knife play/kink or wtv, degradation, shitty google translated Russian, smoking during sex, idk what else to add to this, I don’t put warnings on these right, nsfw under cut, this is really quick and shortish, chat im ngl i completely forgot about the cigar halfway through but fuck it we ball
шлюха - whore , свинья - pig , Может быть, мне стоит начать отсюда? - Maybe I should start from here
“Just lay still and take it, шлюха,”
Your skin felt sticky, blood coursing through your veins as you feel your face get hot. The aggressive and derogatory speech made your stomach twist with a weird feeling. You try to keep your eyes locked with Makarovs, the man forcing his cock into your hole made you feel like you were going to see stars. He had one hand up towards his face, balancing a lit cigar between two of his digits. His other hand found itself wrapped around one of your legs, moving you back and forth onto his cock as you laid on a mattress.
Your cock moves around with how much force is being put into rocking you against his dick, your hands gripping at the mattress roughly. Something about the whole situation is making your mind go haywire, your cock leaking at all the mean things he’s saying to you while he’s balls deep in you. In a way, it almost feels like a compliment.
Your hand shakily moves down, trying to get a grip on your weeping dick. You barely get a few quick strokes in before your hand is shoved away, a whine escaping your throat. You hear Makarov shush you, squeezing your eyes shut as he picks up the speed of his thrusts, the sound of his skin hitting yours echoing in the room you’re both in. You throw one of your arms over your eyes, trying to suppress whatever loud noises about to leave you by biting your lip. Then you feel something cold touch your stomach, jolting as the odd feeling in this type of environment drags along your flesh.
You lift your head up, peaking down to see a knife, the steel blade dragging along gently down your stomach. Your breath hitches, pleasure and anxiety blending together. “One move, and I could slice you open. Gut you right here on the bed, like a свинья.”
You try not to squirm as much as you were before, but the threat makes your cock twitch. You swallow down the saliva forming at your lips, trying to form proper words as you desperately shake your head, his hips never halting. You whine and moan as you feel yourself growing closer, staring intensely as the knife you don’t even notice how far down it’s traveling. You watch it reach your dick, a smirk on the Russians face as he moves it up to your tip, using the backside of the knife to drag along the vein running through it.
And God, it pains you to have done it, but that’s what helps you cum. Makarovs hips stilling as you shoot your orgasm out, some of it even landing on the knife. You begin to pant, trying to catch your breath. You look up at him with an apologetic expression.
You gasp lightly as it’s moved up to your face, whimpering as your own cum is wiped on your cheek. You watch him move it down to your throat, chuckling before opening his mouth to speak.