Cold-Blooded (Sikorsky x Reader)

Games

Damn it......The man really did know how to ruffle your feathers.

You could barely walk through the grocery store without him sneaking in touches when no one was looking.

His fingers pinching your butt, Squeezing both it and your thighs. His knuckles occasionally brushed your hips, hands grabbing onto both sides as if to move past you only for them to stay.

Sikorsky held your hand which came as quite the surprise.

You never really imagined him to be the type for public affection.

Releasing his hand for a moment you reached up to grab something only for him to quickly jab you in the side.

huffing out a squeak, you whipped around.

"Hey, cut it ouuut-"

You mumbled, only for him to do it again.

"Sikorskyyyyy...."

You whined.

*poke*

He chuckled, making you pout.

"Why...just why."

You walked up the isle, grabbing a box of-

*poke*

You gritted your teeth trying to ignore him.

Making your way to the checkout you set all of your things in the belt.

*poke*

You bit your lip to hold in the squeak.

"That'll be-"

*poke*

"-in change please."

*poke*

You took a deep breath, quickly paying the woman and rushing out, Sikorsky hot on your heels.

*poke*

"Goddammit, Sikorsky..."

You quickened your pace but felt another poke before you were suddenly yanked into an alley.

"What-"

*poke*

"Oh my God WHAT?! Why do you keep- Mphhhh...."

He kissed you hotly, cutting you off before taking the bag from you and setting it on the ground.

"I'm not going to stop poking you until you pay attention to me."

You almost burst out laughing.

You'd never imagined Sikorsky to be the needy type.

"Pthh....Really? That's what this was about? I didn't pay attention to you for what five minutes tops while food shopping?"

Sikorsky buried his face into your neck.

"Hmph..."

Oh my god.

This man was a grown child.

"Pthh never thought you'd be the needy type..."

"I'm not needy..."

Sikorsky grumbled into your neck.

You felt his hand sneak up your skirt, his cool fingers pulling down your underwear.

"W-Whoa, whoa, whoa- hold up! What are you doing?!"

You shout whispered.

"What...? It's not like anybody's gonna catch us here..."

You squeaked as he pushed you up the wall a bit, dropping to his knee's and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

"S-Sikorsky!"

You squealed, desperately trying to keep your balance, Sikorsky pressed you firmly to the wall, before hardening his grip on your legs.

"Hold on, but what if we do get caught, eh?!"

"I won't let them see you..."

He purred, nuzzling your stomach with his nose.

He looked up at you, his blue orbs giving you the sad puppy look.

Goddammit.

Fucking russian's.

Your mouth went dry, and you couldn't think of how to argue with him.

You glanced at the exit of the alley, hidden by the overhead shadow somewhat.

Biting your lip you looked down at the man, running your fingers through his hair.

"O-Okay.....just- quickly okay?"

He nodded, and taking this as compliance his head disappeared up your skirt.