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Undertaking (Grishaverse, Nikolai/Zoya)
Title: Undertaking
Fandom: Grishaverse (Nikolai Series - Leigh Bardugo)
Characters: Nikolai Lantsov/Zoya Nazyalensky
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1,178
Additional Tags: First Time Bottoming, Pegging
Challenge: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
no_true_pair's 2023 Eight-Character Challenge
Prompt: September Eight - Nikolai & Zoya - try the best that we can…
Summary: First times aren't always the best times, but Nikolai is always willing to try.
Notes: So this prompt seemed ripe for something angsty, then my friend joked it should be pegging smutfic and I decided to take her seriously.
Read on AO3.
“You see, the thing is…” Nikolai trails off, staring at Zoya. She’s half naked already, which is distracting enough on its own, but even more distracting is the object in her hand. “I’ve never…”
“I thought you’d slept with men,” she says bluntly.
Nikolai holds up his hands as if to ward off an interrogation before he can answer. “I have! I’ve just always, you know, topped.”
Zoya snorts and climbs back into bed, where Nikolai is currently sitting with his shirt off. “Sounds about right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It would be too vulnerable for you, I assume.”
Nikolai makes a face at her. It’s not very kingly of him, but then again, he’s not king anymore, so he supposes he can make whatever face he wants. “I want you to think long and hard about the irony of you saying such a thing to someone else.”
“The only long and hard thing I want to think about right now is this,” says Zoya, and she tosses the fake phallus on the bed between them.
Which is how Nikolai ends up on his hands and knees, head bent, taking deep breaths as two of Zoya’s slick fingers slide between the crease of his ass. She nudges against his hole and he clenches up, making Zoya withdraw her hand entirely.
She leans to the side to try and look at his face. “If you don’t relax we’ll never get any further than this.”
“I’m trying,” Nikolai replies with a frustrated huff, embarrassed that he’s not just immediately good at this. Unlike his brother, he never had a reputation for sleeping around, mostly because he didn’t. Trying something new–especially in front of Zoya, who’s good at everything–is surprisingly nerve-racking.
Zoya rubs her free hand over the small of Nikolai’s back, a tender gesture that makes him shiver. “It’s just me, Nikolai. I’ve got you.”
She leans in and trails light kisses up his spine, fingers teasing between his cheeks again, and this time Nikolai doesn’t tense up. She kisses all the way up to his shoulders, her long, dark hair brushing over his skin, her body pressed against his. That includes the Fabrikator-made dick she’s already strapped on, and Nikolai tries to focus on the soft press of her lips instead.
Zoya takes her time opening him up, her touches surprisingly gentle. As it goes on, however, she clearly becomes more impatient, rocking her hips against him and biting at his shoulder to muffle a low moan.
“Go on, I’m good,” he tells her, wanting her to get on with it before he starts getting in his own head again. It’s not like he even needs to do anything–Zoya’s the one doing all the work. All he has to worry about is making sure it’s good for her.
“I can see you thinking,” Zoya says, tugging briefly at his hair. Nikolai groans and tightens his grip on the sheets, head tipping back.
She lets him go and there’s a pause where she fumbles with the bottle of oil, nearly dropping it on the bed. Nikolai’s about to warn her off making a mess of the sheets when he feels the tip of the toy press up against his hole and all his snarky complaints vanish.
It’s awkward going at first. Zoya pushes in too slowly, but also too fast, Nikolai can’t tell. He gasps at the feeling of being stretched around hard metal, but that’s nothing compared to the way it feels when Zoya starts to move. She can’t seem to find a steady rhythm, whether on purpose to drive Nikolai a little mad, or because she just can’t keep time. Either way she has him scrambling to find purchase against the silky bedsheets, face pressed into the curve of his arm to quiet the noises he makes.
Despite his earlier nerves and the tension still in him, he’s hard as a rock himself, his cock slapping against his belly with each uneven thrust from Zoya. Her hands grip his hips so tightly there’s sure to be marks left there tomorrow, but he doesn’t ask her to let go. He doesn’t say anything at all, which is somewhat unusual for him.
“What’s wrong, Nikolai? You don’t seem to have anything to say,” Zoya pants out between soft grunts, noticing his lack of chatter herself. He looks back at her over his shoulder, which is a huge mistake. She looks absolutely gorgeous right now, naked and smirking and pounding into him, and it just arouses Nikolai even more.
“Too busy trying to predict your atrocious timing,” he manages to reply, somewhat breathless. “Oh, Saints–”
She’d loosened her hold on his hips to reach around with one hand and take hold of his cock, stroking him off while she fucks him. In an embarrassingly short amount of time she has Nikolai crying out as he comes, coating her hand–and the sheets he’d almost complained about–with his release.
Breathing hard, Nikolai slides down onto the bed as his arms give out, Zoya moving with him. She’s still rocking her hips, not thrusting in and out like she was before but clearly chasing her own pleasure now. With the fully hard toy inside him it’s an overwhelming sensation, but he’s hardly about to make her stop. Face flushed and still a little dizzy with pleasure, he twists around to watch, certain he’ll never get enough of the sight of her.
She notices him looking and smiles, something soft and vulnerable, and she was so very wrong about him being afraid of vulnerability. When it’s Zoya it’s worth it.
It’s not long before she’s coming too, beautiful as always, and she slumps down against his back when it’s over. Nikolai grunts and nudges her, wanting to roll over. Zoya groans at having to move but she pushes herself upright and slides free of him. Nikolai winces at the sensation, the sudden feeling of emptiness almost as strange as being filled for the first time.
As soon as Zoya’s got the harness off he gathers her up in his arms and kisses her, pulling her back down to the bed.
“I’m going to make you take up music lessons,” he says after breaking off the last of several long, heated kisses.
Zoya tilts her head, cheeks faintly flushed from the earlier exertion. “Why?”
“So you can learn rhythm,” he replies, laughing as she pinches him on the ass in retaliation. “I’m sorry, can’t the great Zoya take a little constructive criticism?”
“Not from you,” she says. She settles on top of him, arms crossed over his chest, and rests her chin on her forearm. “Does this mean we’re going to try this again?”
Nikolai cards his fingers through her messy hair, pushing it back from her sweaty forehead so he can place a kiss there. “Of course. We’ve got to get it perfect.”
“In that case, I’ve got a few more things we can try,” Zoya says before leaning up to kiss away the nervous look on Nikolai’s face.
Fandom: Grishaverse (Nikolai Series - Leigh Bardugo)
Characters: Nikolai Lantsov/Zoya Nazyalensky
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1,178
Additional Tags: First Time Bottoming, Pegging
Challenge: Written for
no_true_pair's 2023 Eight-Character ChallengePrompt: September Eight - Nikolai & Zoya - try the best that we can…
Summary: First times aren't always the best times, but Nikolai is always willing to try.
Notes: So this prompt seemed ripe for something angsty, then my friend joked it should be pegging smutfic and I decided to take her seriously.
Read on AO3.
“You see, the thing is…” Nikolai trails off, staring at Zoya. She’s half naked already, which is distracting enough on its own, but even more distracting is the object in her hand. “I’ve never…”
“I thought you’d slept with men,” she says bluntly.
Nikolai holds up his hands as if to ward off an interrogation before he can answer. “I have! I’ve just always, you know, topped.”
Zoya snorts and climbs back into bed, where Nikolai is currently sitting with his shirt off. “Sounds about right.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It would be too vulnerable for you, I assume.”
Nikolai makes a face at her. It’s not very kingly of him, but then again, he’s not king anymore, so he supposes he can make whatever face he wants. “I want you to think long and hard about the irony of you saying such a thing to someone else.”
“The only long and hard thing I want to think about right now is this,” says Zoya, and she tosses the fake phallus on the bed between them.
Which is how Nikolai ends up on his hands and knees, head bent, taking deep breaths as two of Zoya’s slick fingers slide between the crease of his ass. She nudges against his hole and he clenches up, making Zoya withdraw her hand entirely.
She leans to the side to try and look at his face. “If you don’t relax we’ll never get any further than this.”
“I’m trying,” Nikolai replies with a frustrated huff, embarrassed that he’s not just immediately good at this. Unlike his brother, he never had a reputation for sleeping around, mostly because he didn’t. Trying something new–especially in front of Zoya, who’s good at everything–is surprisingly nerve-racking.
Zoya rubs her free hand over the small of Nikolai’s back, a tender gesture that makes him shiver. “It’s just me, Nikolai. I’ve got you.”
She leans in and trails light kisses up his spine, fingers teasing between his cheeks again, and this time Nikolai doesn’t tense up. She kisses all the way up to his shoulders, her long, dark hair brushing over his skin, her body pressed against his. That includes the Fabrikator-made dick she’s already strapped on, and Nikolai tries to focus on the soft press of her lips instead.
Zoya takes her time opening him up, her touches surprisingly gentle. As it goes on, however, she clearly becomes more impatient, rocking her hips against him and biting at his shoulder to muffle a low moan.
“Go on, I’m good,” he tells her, wanting her to get on with it before he starts getting in his own head again. It’s not like he even needs to do anything–Zoya’s the one doing all the work. All he has to worry about is making sure it’s good for her.
“I can see you thinking,” Zoya says, tugging briefly at his hair. Nikolai groans and tightens his grip on the sheets, head tipping back.
She lets him go and there’s a pause where she fumbles with the bottle of oil, nearly dropping it on the bed. Nikolai’s about to warn her off making a mess of the sheets when he feels the tip of the toy press up against his hole and all his snarky complaints vanish.
It’s awkward going at first. Zoya pushes in too slowly, but also too fast, Nikolai can’t tell. He gasps at the feeling of being stretched around hard metal, but that’s nothing compared to the way it feels when Zoya starts to move. She can’t seem to find a steady rhythm, whether on purpose to drive Nikolai a little mad, or because she just can’t keep time. Either way she has him scrambling to find purchase against the silky bedsheets, face pressed into the curve of his arm to quiet the noises he makes.
Despite his earlier nerves and the tension still in him, he’s hard as a rock himself, his cock slapping against his belly with each uneven thrust from Zoya. Her hands grip his hips so tightly there’s sure to be marks left there tomorrow, but he doesn’t ask her to let go. He doesn’t say anything at all, which is somewhat unusual for him.
“What’s wrong, Nikolai? You don’t seem to have anything to say,” Zoya pants out between soft grunts, noticing his lack of chatter herself. He looks back at her over his shoulder, which is a huge mistake. She looks absolutely gorgeous right now, naked and smirking and pounding into him, and it just arouses Nikolai even more.
“Too busy trying to predict your atrocious timing,” he manages to reply, somewhat breathless. “Oh, Saints–”
She’d loosened her hold on his hips to reach around with one hand and take hold of his cock, stroking him off while she fucks him. In an embarrassingly short amount of time she has Nikolai crying out as he comes, coating her hand–and the sheets he’d almost complained about–with his release.
Breathing hard, Nikolai slides down onto the bed as his arms give out, Zoya moving with him. She’s still rocking her hips, not thrusting in and out like she was before but clearly chasing her own pleasure now. With the fully hard toy inside him it’s an overwhelming sensation, but he’s hardly about to make her stop. Face flushed and still a little dizzy with pleasure, he twists around to watch, certain he’ll never get enough of the sight of her.
She notices him looking and smiles, something soft and vulnerable, and she was so very wrong about him being afraid of vulnerability. When it’s Zoya it’s worth it.
It’s not long before she’s coming too, beautiful as always, and she slumps down against his back when it’s over. Nikolai grunts and nudges her, wanting to roll over. Zoya groans at having to move but she pushes herself upright and slides free of him. Nikolai winces at the sensation, the sudden feeling of emptiness almost as strange as being filled for the first time.
As soon as Zoya’s got the harness off he gathers her up in his arms and kisses her, pulling her back down to the bed.
“I’m going to make you take up music lessons,” he says after breaking off the last of several long, heated kisses.
Zoya tilts her head, cheeks faintly flushed from the earlier exertion. “Why?”
“So you can learn rhythm,” he replies, laughing as she pinches him on the ass in retaliation. “I’m sorry, can’t the great Zoya take a little constructive criticism?”
“Not from you,” she says. She settles on top of him, arms crossed over his chest, and rests her chin on her forearm. “Does this mean we’re going to try this again?”
Nikolai cards his fingers through her messy hair, pushing it back from her sweaty forehead so he can place a kiss there. “Of course. We’ve got to get it perfect.”
“In that case, I’ve got a few more things we can try,” Zoya says before leaning up to kiss away the nervous look on Nikolai’s face.
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