Hunter and the Hunted - Kapkan x Reader

13

The walk to your room was a long one, it was only ten steps but it felt like a ten mile hike. You felt lightheaded, absent minded. You raised your arm and pushed your door open, stepping into your cold dark room. You had slept in here enough to get used to it but the room never felt like yours, a constant reminder that you did not belong. You stripped down to your panties, kicking your dirty clothes beside your hamper. You slipped a larger shirt over your chest, it was in your drawer although you were certain it wasn't yours, someone probably mixed up the laundry and gave you someone else's shirt. You clambered into bed and you instantly melted into the sheets, you were so relaxed you let out an audible moan in delight.

As you dozed off your thoughts swam, Maxim. This was really happening, you and him, it was pretty serious, but you weren't sure you liked the type of 'serious' it was. Emotional relationships were more important than sexual ones, Maxim wasn't the affectionate type so that would be an issue. You still craved his affection, more than his sex, but you needed both. If you two were strictly friends with benefits you wouldn't be content with that. You decided a serious talk about that was in order, if you were going to be any kind of lovers, both of your needs were gonna be met. Your mouth gaped in a huge yawn as you finally slipped into a deep, dreamless, slumber.

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Your eyes stirred under their eyelids as you roused from your sleep. The feeling of hands wove their way around your thighs and waist. You awoke and stared up at the black mass towering over you, you shrieked in surprise and scrambled out from under it, backing yourself into the headboard.

"It's okay y/n, it's just me", a husky voice uttered from the darkness.

"Maxim?", the man on top of you caressed your hair, planting a trail of kisses on your neck.

"Y/n... I want you".

You body sweltered with heat, Maxims hands were travelling every inch of you, his hips desperately pressed into you. You could feel his painfully hard cock against your leg. Goosebumps erupted upon your skin as Maxim started sliding his hand up your shirt, attacking your neck while doing so. You seized his arm and pushed him off of your neck. His breathing was ragged, jesus christ he was a mess.

"Y/n что случилось?", his voice dripped with desperation.

"Maxim... we can't", damnit, he wanted this so bad, but you couldn't, you had to stick to your decision.

"Come on, don't be like that", he pushed back into you, "I'll be gentle".

"I'm not ready".

"Why? Are you a virgin? That's okay, I can be slow".

"No, I'm... not happy with... us. I don't want to just have sex with you".

"What's wrong with sex?".

"Nothing, I want you too but I want your love and affection more. I want to be more".

Maxim paused and sat back a little.

"Maxim... are you attracted to me emotionally or just sexually?".

"I... I like you y/n. You're so beautiful", he stroked your cheek but you pushed it away.

"Like me? In what way? Am I just a piece of meat to you?".

"No! Don't say that, and I do show you affection, I'm just not a hug person", he sounded cross now.

"Maxim, we can't do this anymore until we are in a relationship".

Maxim got off you, he stood in the darkness, his figure was rigid. You flicked on your bedside lamp and gazed at him. Maxim was only wearing his boxers, the outline of his dick was much less prominent, he looked overwhelmed and angry.

"Max, I'm sorry but I don't feel comfortable giving my body without receiving affection, it doesn't feel right".

"Am I not good enough for you y/n?!", he boomed, "why didn't you say any of this before?".

"I only had a good think about it tonight", you shrank into your pillow, Maxim looked ready to hit something.

"Ugh I'm tired of your shit y/n! Look you made me loose my hard on! That's it I'm done".

Maxim threw his arms in the air and stormed out of your room, slamming your door behind him. You scowled at his reaction, typical. You switched off your light and huddled into your blanket. A single tear trickled down your face, then another, soon you were silently bawling into your pillow. You shouldn't be crying, but you were crushed. Maxim wasn't ready for a relationship, he didn't like you that way. Your face grew redder and stickier as you wept in the blackness of the cold room.

Translation:

Russian-

что случилось = what's wrong?