Same Game: Different Devils - Katya Zamolodchikova x Reader

Chapter Seven

I'm wishing I could make this mine, oh

The music hummed over the speakers as Brian's lips moved softly against yours. You sighed out gently, moving your hand from between your legs, up to his shoulder and pulling yourself into his lap.

You wrapped the both of your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer into you, his tongue finally slipping out and between your lips. 

It felt virtually impossible to get any closer to him, but after months upon months of resisting the urge to even call him, walls of relief came crashing down.

You whined as the cool air touched your now aching core, only inches from Brian's clothed crotch. Your eyebrows creased as you moved one of your hands to cup Brian's cheek, his moving to rest against your hips.

Breaking a part, both yours and his eyes remained glued shut, your foreheads pressed against each other as your chests heaved. "I don't know how to fix everything that went wrong with us..." you sighed, your lips ghosting over his as you were overcome by a frankly overwhelming amount of emotion.

Brian's eyes fluttered open, and nudging you with his nose, he signalled for you to do the same. You were confronted by his bright gaze and his gentle smile. "You can't fix it, because it already happened, bitch." He scoffed playfully, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer pressed against him. "But, we have tonight together and maybe even tomorrow... and if we're lucky we'll be living our normal lives like we didn't ruin each other and this can all have just been a bad dream." He mumbled soothingly, turning his head to press his lips back into yours.

You didn't want to forget everything, even though the ending had been so traumatic, because the good parts were some of your most important.

You nodded against him regretfully, pushing your tongue harshly into his mouth as you longed for more and more of his touch.

They gon' find you
Gon' catch you sleepin', ooh
Now stay woke
Niggas creepin'
Now don't you close your eyes

You nipped at Brian's thick bottom lip, releasing it and allowing it to snap back with a wet pop, before delving back into him. His hands moved down to grope your bare ass as yours travelled gingerly down his chest. You finally allowed a gentle moan to escape your lips, relishing in the feeling of Brian's hands against your bare skin.

Slipping your slender fingers down to the hem of his hoodie, you were rather urgently moving to undress him. Brian chuckled gently, helping you to yank the garment over his head before staring at you with a cocked brow. "You would never know which one of us hasn't had sex in 3 months." He teased, rolling his eyes.

You however, we're too infatuated by his body, eyes darting over his tattoos you had so deeply missed. You took your time in drinking in the sight of the black artwork decorating his skin, having fond recollections of running your fingers over the gently raised ink in the late nights you and Brian often spent in each other's company. Your gaze traveled down to the muscular V near the waistband of his sweats, then drawing your attention to his raging hard on.

"In the past month the only time I've cum is by myself so don't think I'm not desperate." You added matter of factually, taking on your usual snarky attitude as you stared down at him with raised eyebrows.

Brian pursed his lips. "The 20 year old sex doll couldn't make you cum?" He scoffed questioningly, pressing his chin against your chest and staring up at you awaiting your answer.

"I wouldn't let her touch me... every time she did I thought of you." You mumbled, watching as a brief wave of shock took over Brian's gaze, it just as quickly being washed away by lust when you delved hungrily back into his lips.