Russians Are Drinkers(RussiaxReader Oneshot)

You looked at the wood of the bar before sighing quietly. The Russian male next to you glanced swiftly at you, catching onto your down mood almost instantly. He leaned to the side so he could whisper, "What's wrong дорогaя[1]?"

You sighed and looked at the vodka bottle. Sticking your glass towards him, he began pouring it into your glass as you said, "It's work… My boss hates me, I can tell. I work my butt off and I still dont get a freaking raise. God, she pisses me off." You took a drink, and didn't even flinch as the stinging alcohol slipped down your throat.

"Oh подсолнечник [2], don't frown. You don't look beautiful when you frown." He gently chided and leaned towards you.

You groaned, "I know exactly why she hired me."

He looked down at you, "Why?"

You laughed some as you took a chaste drink of your vodka, "Because she likes you. It's so obvious! Every time I bring you to work, or when you drop me off she's all over you like white on rice!"

He smiled, "Is that so da? Well, I have no interest in that woman." He grimaced slightly, "She's more intimidating than I am sometimes, da!"

You nodded in agreement as you looked at him. He glanced at you as he took a drink of the vodka from the bottle. He wasn't necessarily affected by drinking it out the bottle, but he still got drunk if he drank enough of it, despite having drunk it a majority of his life.

You raised your glass obnoxiously, "Let me drink until I can't feel feelings anymore!"

He raised his glass in the utmost agreement.

And you did just as you said, for a few hours later it was only the two of you still at the bar. You were practically on top of the wooden table, laughing at something. You weren't quite sure, but you think it was the faces Ivan was making. Ivan's scarf had managed to get around your neck, and he ditched his tan jacket a while ago to reveal the simple wife beater underneath.

You clapped your hands together loudly, "D-do dat one again!!!" You shrieked as Ivan did as was told.

You laughed loudly and tilted your head back. He watched with a sparked amusement as you continued to laugh. He hadn't gotten as drunk as you, but he was getting there. You were now looking at him with wide eyes. "Y-yur s-soh pretty~!" You leaned forward and pressed your drunken lips to his.

He sat there for a moment as he mind processed what was happening, but when it did, he began kissing back with a sort of flame that only he possessed. Your back was pressed flat against the table in mere seconds as he stood and began rubbing your sides with taunting hands. Everything was a blur to you, but you knew that what he was doing to you was going to end in a future night of pleasure.

You could taste the strong vodka on his tongue as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. Groaning already, you wrapped your fingers into it light hair. Ivan pulled away, much to your distraught and attacked your neck. His scarf was knocked to the ground without a second thought, as he said, "I knew this was going to happen." He bit your neck as you squirmed, "It happens every time we get drunk together."

You were surprised by his ability to speak with only a slight slur, while you were stumbling over words like an idiot. You shook as his cold, for once, bare hands slid up your shirt so he could paw at your torso. "But, I suppose this is what you wanted, right?"

You nodded frantically as he smirked down at you, "Let's get home and finished da?" He ground his hips into yours, telling you how impatient he truly was.

"D-da~!" You groaned as he lifted you up off the bar and carried you to his car, where he pushed you into it with a steamy kiss.

We can all say that drive to his home was possibly the worst drive in your entire life.



1-darling
2-sunflower