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Canada was a hellhole for Mischa Bachinski, and her admit it. The school was terrible, full of snotty rich kids like Ocean, and the small town was nothing like Ukraine. He missed his mom, being that his adoptive one wasn’t too ‘nurturing’, and he missed his old life.
Until you showed up.
Now don’t get me wrong, he would still take Ukraine over Canada any day, but you made it tolerable. He almost liked it here when he got to see your smile shine through as it did rarely, or hear your witty remarks and sarcastic quips. You were like the female version of him. Except smaller, and probably much prettier. It only got better when you had introduced him to the wonders of marijuana, or, ‘sweet, sweet, Mary Jane’, as you had named it.
You two would often sneak into the basement which was his room, to get high and talk about god knows what. Thought he did have a bit of a problem, you see, Mischa was the type of person where when we was ‘under the influence’, all the blood from his head, went straight down.
Currently, Mischa was pressed against your chest. He would never tell anyone about this predicament, or your late night meetings, as it would damage his 'Ukranian bad boy' image, but he quite likes close to you.
Your laptop was running some random ass video, probably one with cool, psychadelic visuals. You had always said they were much more fun to watch when high. Your freehand mindlessly runs through Mischa's hair as the two of you just enjoy the moment, co-existing together.
Mischa sighs contentedly into your chest. This was almost too good. He was in his bed, smoking with his favorite person. Her nails subtly brushing through his scalp felt like heaven, he was trying not to fall asleep right then and there.
“You’re too good with your hands..how do you do it?” He said, before realizing the slight innuendo, but not saying anything. He didn’t care enough. He couldn’t care enough.
“I dunno. Just gotta be gentle, I guess.” You said, sleepy eyes blinking, Mischa admired the way your eyelashes fanned out against your cheekbones, which were tinted pink.
“Gentle..you’re always so gentle with me..” he said, sighing pleasantly. “everyone else is so loud, and rough, but you..you are like a breath of fresh air.”
If you were sober, maybe you’d flush at his comment, but you weren’t, only opting to laugh a bit lazily.
“You’re cheesy, man.” You said behind your hand, Mischa just shrugging.
They fell into a content silence, you staring at your laptop, and Mischa staring at..your thighs? Strange. You didn’t exactly know what he was doing as his calloused hands came to brush against them.
It was embarrassing, but he pressed the side of his face into them, you were so warm and soft. God, he felt weird, but he couldn’t quite place the feeling. Though, his back was getting sore from the position they were in, so he moved to lean back against the headboard of his bed, rolling off of you. To which you made a shocking discovery.
He was hard. Honestly, you don’t think he noticed. With the way he sat there mellowed, you wouldn’t doubt it. It wasn’t hard to see either, the basement of his adoptive parent’s house got warm at night. Too warm. Warm to the point you two usually hung out in t-shirts and underwear, especially when high.
You cleared your throat before elbowing him to get his attention, and he did look at you. The sclera of his deep, mahogany eyes was tinted pink, but he stared into your own, tilting his head. To which, you gestured downwards.
He was slightly confused, his eyes going down until he recognized why he felt so tingly. His face tinted a little redder.
“Uhm. I don’t—..it’s not that I—…” he tried to explain himself, but his accent rolled too heavy off of the tongue, and he didn’t have much of an explanation anyways, so he just opted to rest his head in the crook of your neck with an embarrassed whine.
“No- no. Mischa, it’s really fine. A lot of people are this way..” you rushed to comfort him, knowing this must be embarrassing.
“A lot?” He asked huskily. His voice was slightly muffled by your skin, but you could hear the change in his voice.
“Yeah, yes. I really don’t mind. Truly.” You said, patting him on the back before feeling a warm, wetness on your neck. Honestly, it felt nice, before you had realized what he was actually doing.
His mouth nipped at your neck slowly, and gently. His hands were on your waist and shoulder for stability, pulling his head out from your head to look at you.
“I-..I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me—“he quickly apologized before you roughly grabbed his face to pull him into a kiss.
He practically melted into you, his hands coming up to entangle into your hair, pulling you closer.
Finally when you two broke apart he just stared at you for a few seconds before yanking your body over from beside him, to straddle his lap. Mischa smiled his crooked smile, resting his face on the crook of your neck once again.
“боже..” (God..) He breathed, the humidity and warmth of his breath tickling your neck.
God, he really was lucky, wasn’t he? He had just got to actually kiss you. He was the only man who got to do this. Mischa’s hands travelled down, holding you by the soft skin of your waist.
“You’re so..gorgeous..” he breathes into your neck, starting to gently nip at the skin there again softly. Slowly, he pressed kissed from your jawline, to your collar bone.
He really was the only man who go to do this, huh? Who got to hold your face and kiss you, how got to gently kiss your neck and here the pleasant little breaths that you made in response..
“Can I make marks?
”любов..” he whispered into your ear, and when he didn’t get an immediate answer, he craned his neck to look at you.
You had your head thrown forwards against his shoulder bone, Mischa slowly coming up to lift your face. Your skin was covered by a sheen of sweat, your cheeks red and splotchy. Shaky and uneven breath spilled out of your mouth and you stared at him.
After a few seconds though, you did compute what he asked, closing your mouth and nodding.
“Yeah..yes. It’s okay.” You breathed, and Mischa immediately used the permission he was granted. He began to leave open mouth kisses all over your neck.
His hands crept up your torso, under your shirt and hooking his fingers into the fabrics.
“Can this come off?” He asked, and it would almost sound polite if every other word wasn’t punctuated by a small breath. Nonetheless, you nodded quickly while he slipped off your shirt.
You had almost wanted to cover your chest, not because it was entirely bare, but because you had worn a black, lacy, underwire bra that day. You were honestly a little embarrassed. An awkward laugh came from the back of your throat.
Though, Mischa wasn’t as awkward as you. His calloused thumbs dragging along the side of it, he just kind of stared for a moment. It was like he was in awe.
“Th-..this too?” He looked up at you expectingly. The poor boys face was so red.
“Wait, but you don’t even have your shirt off.” You argued, why did you have to get undressed so quickly while he didn’t?
Though your argument didn’t prove to be very useful as he very quickly took off his shirt. He was now looking back up at you again, hands crawling to the clasp of your bra.
“Now? Now can it come off?” And you supposed it was a trade off, so you nodded.
For a moment he fidgeted with the clasp, maybe he was high, or maybe he had never done this before. Either way, you had started to get impatient before he finally undid the clasp, leaving you both in just your underwear.
As the bra slipped off, he stared at your chest brazenly. He had no shame.
“You’re so..beautiful.” He breathed, beginning to kiss down your neck to your chest. He left little red marks in his wake, those of which would probably turn purple later.
His hands, however, creeped down and hooked in the band of your underwear. At the realization you couldn’t help but let out a small sound.
He looked up at you.
You looked down at him.
“Y-..you first.” You muttered, still sort of embarrassed. You wished you were as high as him.
“Ah, of course.” He nodded, immediately complying. You didn’t know which would have been more intimidating, the fact we had hard in front of you, now with nothing to cover his body, or you being naked in front of him first. So, to seal your end of the deal, you slowly slid off your underwear as well, leaving you both naked.
His hands started to crawl down your stomach. Sure, he wanted to take you then and there but to do it without preparation? He was more of a gentleman than that.
“Can I.. touch you?” You wanted to hold out, tease him for longer, but you were so pent up you just nodded.
His fingers came down, slowly coming back up, and back down again, testing the waters. Clearly the waters weren’t too bad, and you had let out multiple soft sounds at the contact.
“One?” He asked, for a second you didn’t know what he was referring to before you realized, and you nodded. So slowly, he had slipped his middle finger into you.
Now, one finger isn’t that bad, though his fingers were definitely bigger than yours. Not that that’s a bad thing. He could tell by the small mewls and whimpers you were making.
Slowly he pressed against your walls. Everything he did was so gentle.
“Two?” He asked again, to which you nodded. He slowly scissored your insides, to make you more prepared for when they actually had sex.
You had now buried your face into his shoulder, as he was successfully pulling too many noises out of you. His face scrunched for a moment, two was still not enough. It would probably still hurt, and he didn’t want to hurt you.
“Three?” In which to that point you were hesitant. He could tell in the way you stilled and your breath hitched, so he spoke again,
“I just want you to be ready.” He said gently, and who could say no to his being so caring? So you nodded again.
At first, it was a little bit of a stretch, but when he curled his fingers, you thought you were seeing stars. He continued like that for a few more minutes before he had deemed you ‘ready.’
You were still straddled on his lap, you knew what was after this, and it was a little..intimidating? Being with someone this way, especially someone much bigger than you. I mean..
than you..
“Are you ready?” He had lifted you slightly by your hips. Mishca didn’t think he could wait any longer even if he would die for it. So you nodded.
“Words, please, любов. I need to hear it.” He whispered gently. He wanted to make sure he had your full permission.
“Yes..” you nodded again. “Yeah, I-..I am.”
So slowly he sunk you down on his dick. It would’ve hurt more without prepping, but he definitely was a little big for you. You felt like you were being split down the middle.
Mischa felt a hand on his chest, looking up to you. Your face was red and sweaty still, but you looked up at him in a particular way that made him
“Gimme a second..please just.. give me a moment.” You breathed out.
“Take all the time you need,” he said sweetly. “You are on top, любов.”
You nodded at that. Technically, you did control the pace in your position, which was probably for the best.
Mischa was patient with you, but you could tell he was getting needier in the way he subtly gripped at your hips.
“Okay.” You nodded. “I’m okay now..”
He was still big, don’t get me wrong, but it was easier to take. So you slowly started moving up and down at a steady pace. You had your face buried into the crook of his neck again as you rode him. Pathetic whines and whimpers were present in the room, not that Mischa minded.
Though you did keep pace for a few minutes, it was getting increasingly hard. Your legs felt like jello and they were all trembly. So you stopped for a moment, sinking back down but keeping still.
“I can’t..I can’t move anymore..” you breathed out.
“Do you want me to help you?” He asked, to which you nodded.
So, he used the hands that gripped your hips to bounce you up and down, pathetic little ‘
’ sounds being pulled out of you with every thrust.
“F-faster?” He asked, his words almost a moan, to which you agreed. He began to speed up a little..and a little.. until the room was filled with lewd, skin-to-skin noises and small gasps and moans.
“Fuck— are you close?” He asked. Truly, you were more than he could guess, so you just whined a ‘yes’ out in response.
“Okay..okay, okay.” He nodded, speeding up his pace to a quick up-and-down. You could feel him slightly bumping your cervix, but also hitting nerves you hadn’t even known about with each thrust.
Your hands had come to his back, desperately scratching and pawing at any skin you could get a hold of.
“I’m gonna..Mischa I-..” you whined into his ear.
“I know, baby. In or out?” You weren’t rational to tell him out, as you could feel your vision clouding.
“In- god, in.” Were the last words you could utter before you felt your resolve snap. Your vision went blurry at the sides and you threw your head back in ecstasy.
Clearly, it had an effect on him as he wasn’t too far after you. You could feel the warm liquid painting your insides as he kept your body still for a moment.
“I-..are you okay?” He asked, looking at your face. You looked right back at him, nodding, to which he laughed.
“I almost thought I lost you for a second.” You realized what he said, gently laughing for a moment.
You don’t know how long you two stayed like that afterwards. Skin against skin, soaking up each other’s bodies, but you couldn’t care. It felt nice anyways.
Maybe they’d have to get high together even more often.