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i don't care at all if she's a murder, i support her and those skilled hands of hers 🥰

Happy sleepover!! 🥳🎄

I pick Miss Belova + reunion, you’re out doing some Christmas shopping when an old flame crosses your path doing the job that broke you apart in the first place… (you can choose light or dark since my suggestion is already a lil specific 😭)

Bad Decisions

♡ Dark! Yelena Belova x Reader ♡

Old feelings are stirred up when you run into your ex at a Christmas store.

CW: Dub-C0n/Non-C0n, s3x in a public space, p0ssessive behavior, t0xic dynamic, d0m! Yelena

Words: 1.2k

5k Winter Sleepover

Of all your bad decisions, Yelena Belova was by far the worst one you ever made. Dating her was a rollercoaster…one you could never get off of. She was hell and heaven all at once. But mostly…hell.

It’s why the sudden sight of her sweeps you in a whirlwind of unsettling emotions.

You frown and duck your head. The telltale prowl and sharp gaze are a dead giveaway. She’s on a mission.

It breaks your heart into a million pieces, the thought of her still doing that after everything. It’s the reason you broke up. Yelena was supposed to change; she didn’t. 

You dive into an aisle with shelves brimming with Christmas decorations. You toss a forlorn glance at the wreaths, garlands and tinsels. It was supposed to be a cheerful morning. It started that way. You had plans of decorating your house, finding the perfect tree. 

As you heave a deep sigh, you rush past a row of artificial white trees. Your pace slows as you approach the fitting rooms at the other end of the gigantic store. You’re almost there. You can wait for it to pass, for her to leave. 

But you’ve barely made it to the curtain before you’re pushed into one of the fitting rooms by a slender, tragically familiar body. 

"Hey, gorgeous," Yelena greets, her accent lilting melodically. You swallow thickly as you writhe in her strong grip. She has your wrists pinned on each side of your head, a typical move for her. Although you’re usually a more willing participant in her twisted games. Her olive gaze slowly travels along your heaving frame. She then smirks. "It’s been so long."

"It’s been three months," you reply as your brows knit. 

"I really missed you," she whispers seductively, releasing one of your hands to seize your chin, drawing you to the longing etched in her eyes. 

You take a deep breath. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall for her schemes again, her silky lies. Too often you got lost in the dark forests of her orbs and let her get away with everything…including literal murder.

You clench your jaw. 

"We’re broken up."

"Not because of me."

You glare at her accusingly.

"Actually, I’d say you killing people is a pretty big reason."

Sadness crosses her features as she exhales a long breath. She strokes the side of your face, her gaze diving in yours. 

"You know what kind of jobs I take. Trust me, the world’s better off without those scumbags in it."

"Killing is killing, Lena."

This time she rolls her eyes. You’re taken aback as she uses her strength to flip your body, slamming you against the tiny room’s mirror as you gasp.

"Always so judgemental. It’s just a job, gorgeous," she whispers dismissively, her body pressing against yours as her soft lips skim over your earshell. Your pulse escalates. You squirm, attempting to get free but Yelena keeps you trapped against her. "And don’t tell me you didn’t like the little gifts…" She lifts your arm to flick at the silver item adorning your wrist. "I see you still have my bracelet."

"I can’t do this again, Yelena," you quaver.

For a minute, she goes quiet, the air in the room growing thick with tension. She then hums and bends her head over your shoulder, silky strands of her blonde mane tickling your neck. 

Her voice lowers to a lewd rasp. 

"Are you sure?" Your heart skips a beat as nimble fingers intrude beneath your sweater dress, sneaking inside your tights to find your center. You gasp as Yelena pinches your folds through the thin cotton of your panties. "But you make such pretty sounds when you come around my fingers, gorgeous." Delectable tingles spark across your skin as she begins to tease your clit with her thumb while sinking one finger inside your treacherously wet entrance.

Your teeth tear into your lip as she pumps your hole, her slow strokes deliberate and torturous. Heated breaths leave a trail of fog on the mirror. You keen as she takes her time driving you to the edge, her cool, beringed digit lingering on your weakest, most sensitive spots. Your hips curve on their own as heat builds in your core.

An embarrassing pool of need surges, coating her finger with your juices. Your breathless pants fill the small space. She uses her other hand to circle your navel. Her hand lingers over your belly before she pulls down your tights and panties, giving her better access to your drenched core. 

"Yelena," you croak pleadingly. "Not here."

"Hm, if I remember correctly, the place never used to matter," she jeers. Her taunt sets your face ablaze. 

"You know I got a new toy just for you. I was so excited to see how it fit around your pretty pussy..." The lewd promise makes you clench around her finger. Cold laughter drips from her tongue. "...But then you sent me that horrible text."

As she dips a second finger inside, you choke on your own air. Your thoughts grow murkier, your breaths more scarce.

"You swore you’d stop..." you breathlessly mumble. 

"Hm sure you want to stop," she taunts. Your chest heaves as she thrusts inside your walls more rapidly, spreading the slickness from your cunt over your pulsing clit. The pressure becomes unbearable. Your legs quake as your head spins. "Cause it's very hard when you’re so tight around me, gorgeous."

Yelena drapes her hand over your mouth as moans unfurl from your throat, desperation radiating from the airless sounds. Each of your cries withers against her palm. "Come for me," she orders, massaging your tender cluster of nerves.

Tense knots come loose all at once. You come apart around her hand.

A high-pitched wail rattles through your throat, dwindling to a muffled groan as Yelena’s fingers squeeze around your mouth more firmly. 

You shiver and your knees quake. As Yelena releases you, you collapse into a pathetic, panting heap on the floor.

Humiliation carves a sizzling pit in your gut. A smirk tilts her pink lips as she peers down at you, sluggishly licking your arousal from her fingers.

She purrs at the taste and your cheeks burn. 

She hunkers down in front of you, the same wicked fingers she used to shatter you latching around your jaw. Her thumb caresses your quivering bottom lip as she says,

"The thing is, gorgeous, you’re mine, and you will always be mine." She plants a soft kiss on your forehead. She pauses, admiring your expression as her smug smile grows. As she rises to her feet, her tone is perkier than ever as she announces, "I’m moving back on Monday. Just need to wrap up a few loose ends."

Dread tightens in your chest. You’re not sure why you thought you’d ever get away from her and the sick hold she has on you.

Yelena opens the fitting room curtain, almost leaving but then whirls again, as if a thought just occurred to her.

"Oh and I expect you to wear that white little number I like," she adds huskily, her green gaze lighting in fond remembrance. She unleashes a girly laugh and smiles. "The one that’s see-through. We should celebrate…our reunion."

She then leaves, snapping the curtain shut and leaving you to bask in the respite, however painfully short-lived it will surely be.

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