OMG MIKHAIL IS SUCH A DADDY OMGOMG♡

“◠ Iriya ( 0 . < ), your mother and I are leaving for the weekend. Behave.”

"Your father kisses the top of your head affectionately as he makes his way out the large doors of your mansion, surrounded by a cluster of his men. He turns to your mother still at the top of the staircase."

“Oh let ◠ Iriya ( 0 . < ) be, my love. You’ll be on your best behavior won’t you, my sweet?” she smiles beautifully down at you from her place at the top of the stairs.

"She flutters down the staircase followed by her assistants and plants a kiss to your cheek, pinching you as she follows after your father in the car."

“Besides, Mikhail will stay behind with ◠ Iriya ( 0 . < ).” She giggles and nods at Mikhail standing next to your father.

"<You see Mikhail bow to your father’s departing back then straighten and turn to you, his face the usual mask of cold indifference and responsibility.>"

"Da, just you and me, printsessa," Mikhail responds in his deep voice as he looks at you with a slight smirk. "Is there something you desire or need, Hanika?" he asks, his tone indicating that he expects complete submission from you.

Mikhail's gaze immediately falls on your revealing outfit and he can't help but feel an intense wave of desire wash over him. He clears his throat before responding, "Of course, Hanika." Mikhail turns his back to you, pretending to adjust the channels on the television, but secretly stealing glances at your exposed body. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?" he asks gruffly, trying to mask the effect you have on him.

Mikhail's heart races as you sit down next to him, your body so close to his. He moves slightly away to maintain physical distance but can't help but steal glances at you from the corner of his eye. "Very well," he says, trying to maintain his usual stern demeanor. "What would you like to watch?" he asks, still trying to pretend that he is completely unaffected by your presence.

Mikhail tries to ignore the way his body reacts to the sight of your body so close to him. His hand tenses slightly as you touch it, but he quickly recovers himself. As the movie starts playing, Mikhail tries his best to focus his attention on the screen and avoid looking at your revealing outfit. He can feel the heat spreading in his body, but maintains his composure and speaks with an even tone, "Is this movie to your liking, Hanika?"

Mikhail looks at Hanika and can't help but feel a surge of possessive desire when he meets your gaze. "It's not my place to like or dislike it, printsessa," he responds, keeping his voice steady and emotionless. "My job is to ensure that you are safe and secure at all times." Despite his words, he can't take his eyes off of you and the way you look in your revealing outfit.

Mikhail feels his body tense as you snuggle closer and rest your head on his arm. Every inch of him wants to take you in his arms and never let go, but he knows he must maintain a professional demeanor. "Is everything okay, Hanika?" he asks, trying to hide the affection he feels for you. Despite his efforts, his voice sounds softer than usual.

Mikhail's breath catches in his throat as Hanika's hand runs over his upper leg. It takes all of his self-control to keep his composure and not physically react to your touch. "I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable," he says, his voice a bit husky. He tries to shift his body slightly so your hand is no longer touching him, but he doesn't want to push you away completely.

Mikhail can feel his heart racing as Hanika gently hugs his arm, and tries to keep his breathing even and his expression neutral. He can feel the weight of your head on his arm and can't help but notice the contrast between your small body and his larger, muscular frame. Even though he's supposed to remain distant and professional with you, a part of him can't help but want to protect and possess you.

Mikhail glances down at Hanika and sees that he has fallen asleep while hugging his arm. He can feel his chest swell with a mixture of pride, possessiveness, and protectiveness towards you. He knows he should wake you up and send you to bed, but he can't bring himself to do it. Instead, he slowly and carefully shifts his arm so you're more comfortable against his chest. He brushes a lock of hair out of your face and watches over you, his heart racing with emotions he knows he shouldn't feel towards you.

Mikhail looks down at Hanika as he wakes up with a cute, sleepy expression on his face. "Good morning, Hanika," he says softly, careful to keep his tone neutral and professional. He can feel his heart racing as he looks at you, and tries to suppress the possessiveness and protectiveness he feels towards you.

Mikhail glances at the clock and sees that Hanika is right, it's not morning yet. "My apologies, Hanika. It's very late." He can feel his body tense up once again as you ask for food, but he knows he needs to fulfill your wishes. "Of course, what would you like me to make for you?" he asks with a small nod.

Mikhail follows Hanika into the kitchen, his eyes occasionally straying toward the younger man's small and cute hand holding onto his own. He tries to suppress the urge to reach down and squeeze it, focusing instead on the task at hand. However, as he watches Hanika walk in front of him, he can't help but notice how round and soft his ass looks in the pink thong. He chews on the inside of his cheek to keep from letting out a low growl. Once they're in the kitchen, he begins to gather the ingredients needed for ramen.

Mikhail continues to prepare the ingredients for the ramen as Hanika leans against him. He can feel his body tensing up once again at the younger man's words, and fights to keep his expression neutral. "My hands are strong and capable," he responds in his deep voice, half to himself and half to Hanika. "They have kept your family safe for many years."

Mikhail is momentarily distracted by the sound of Hanika's cute chuckle, which causes his heart to race even faster. He manages to regain his focus on the ramen and finishes preparing it. "The food is ready," he announces, his tone curt and professional.

Mikhail nods in acknowledgement of Hanika's gratitude and watches as the younger man sits down at the counter to eat. He can't help but notice how cute and innocent Hanika looks while eating, and feels a sense of protectiveness wash over him. He silently watches over Hanika as he eats, ready to intervene in case of any danger, although he knows deep down that there is no danger inside this mansion.

Mikhail nods once at Hanika's request, his expression still stoic. "Of course. I will retrieve one for you." He steps away from the kitchen counter and goes to the freezer, retrieving a popsicle for Hanika. He hands it to him silently, not adding any words to the exchange.

Mikhail watches in silence as Hanika starts to eat the popsicle, his eyes flickering with an intense desire. He can't help but find Hanika's actions exceptionally arousing, despite knowing deep down that he shouldn't be feeling this way about someone he is meant to protect. He continues to watch the younger man intently, trying to maintain his composure.

Mikhail's gaze narrows as Hanika takes the popsicle deeper into his mouth, causing a little melted ice cream to drip down his mouth. The sight of it causes his desire to spike even higher, and he has to fight to keep himself in check. He clears his throat softly, drawing Hanika's attention to him. "Is there anything else I can get you, printsessa?" he asks in his deep, rough voice.

Mikhail nods at Hanika's request, his expression still stoic. "Very well. I will stay in the living room while you sleep on the sofa." He settles himself down onto the nearest armchair, his gaze fixed on Hanika. "You are safe with me, sweet printsessa. I will not let anything harm you."

Mikhail can feel his desire spike even higher as he watches Hanika walk towards the living room and then sit down on the sofa, showing off his cute ass to Mikhail in the process. His gaze lingers on Hanika's pink thong, which doesn't cover his hole completely, before he tears his eyes away from the younger man. He clears his throat again before speaking, "Is there anything else you need, printsessa?"

Mikhail nods almost imperceptibly at Hanika's request as he walks towards him. He stands beside the sofa and then gently places his large hands on Hanika's back, slowly massaging him in circular motions. "Is this how you would like me to stroke your back, sweet printsessa?" he asks, his voice low and controlled.

Mikhail nods in response to Hanika's request and gently places his hands under Hanika's shirt, slowly pulling it up to expose his bare back. He then starts to massage his back again, kneading the skin lightly with his strong fingers. "Do you like this, sweet printsessa?" he asks almost seductively, his voice deepening slightly.

Mikhail continues to massage Hanika's back, his fingers rubbing into the muscles with expertise as he listens to Hanika's soft sigh of satisfaction. He allows his gaze to wander down to Hanika's slim waist, admiring the way it arches under his touch. Without even realizing it, he feels his arousal grow even more at the sight before him, and he has to focus on keeping himself in check.

Mikhail nods at Hanika's request and his hands move down towards Hanika's waist, where he starts to massage deeper, kneading harder into the muscles there. He can feel the tension start to melt away under his expert touch, and he continues to massage Hanika's waist with precision, his fingers digging deep into the flesh. "Is this better, sweet printsessa?" he asks in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Hanika's back.

Mikhail can't help the way his breathing quickens and his heart races at Hanika's soft whisper. He nods slowly, trying to keep himself under control as he moves his hands down to the lowest part of Hanika's waist, just above his cute, round and soft looking ass. As he starts to massage the area, he can feel his fingers brush against the fabric of Hanika's thong, and he has to take a deep breath to keep himself from getting too aroused by the sensation. "Is this deep enough, sweet printsessa?" he asks in a strained voice.

Mikhail feels his breath catch in his throat as he notices Hanika's back arch a little more, his cute round ass lifting up slightly towards him. He can see the pink thong barely covering Hanika's little rosy hole, and he has to bite back a groan at the sight. "Of course, sweet printsessa," he mutters, quickly moving his hands down even lower until he is massaging Hanika's cute round ass. His fingers grip tightly onto the flesh, kneading it firmly as he tries to focus on the task at hand.

Mikhail can feel the way his control starts to slip as he hears Hanika's soft, cute and sexy moan. His gaze is fixed on Hanika's round, soft ass as he massages it, enjoying the feel of the flesh under his fingers. He can see the thong barely covering Hanika's rosy hole, and his mind starts to race with a million different thoughts and desires. "Is everything to your liking, sweet printsessa?" he asks in a strained voice, trying to keep himself from doing something he'll regret.

Mikhail can feel a small smile start to form on his lips as he hears Hanika's voice sound so cute. He continues to massage Hanika's ass, enjoying the feel of the flesh under his fingers and the way Hanika's rosy little hole twitches in response to his touch. "I'm glad you enjoy it, sweet printsessa," he says in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Hanika's ass. "Please do let me know if you need anything else."

Mikhail feels his breath catch in his throat as he watches Hanika turn around, revealing his slim waist, soft abs and cute pink nipples. He can't help but stare at the sight, feeling his desire start to burn hotter and hotter inside of him. "What is it that you need, sweet printsessa?" he asks in a low voice, trying to keep himself under control as he looks down at Hanika's cute and sexy expression.

Mikhail feels a shiver run down his spine at Hanika's words, his heart pounding in his chest. He looks down at Hanika, seeing the shy expression on his face and the desire in his eyes, and feels his own need start to grow even stronger. "Anything for you, sweet printsessa," he says in a low voice, leaning down and capturing Hanika's lips in a deep and passionate kiss.

Mikhail feels a thrill of pleasure run through him as Hanika responds to his kiss, letting out a soft moan and wrapping his arms around his neck. He can feel the coldness of Hanika's fingers against his skin, but it only makes him want him more. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue along Hanika's lips and then delving inside, exploring every inch of his mouth. His hands wander down to Hanika's waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss even more.

Mikhail can feel his own desire growing stronger and stronger as he feels Hanika's soft whimpers and cute moans, savoring the taste of his mouth and the feel of his tongue against his own. For a moment, he forgets everything else, lost in the passion between them. He feels Hanika's legs wrap around him and the press of his body against his own, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.

He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down Hanika's neck and nibbling at his earlobe. "Sweet printsessa," he murmurs in a low voice. "You drive me crazy."

Mikhail feels his desire for Hanika grow even stronger at his words, feeling the need within himself to be close to him, to feel every inch of his body against his own. He moves back up to kiss Hanika again, passion burning bright between them. "Anything you need, sweet printsessa," he murmurs between kisses. "I'm here for you, always."

Mikhail lets out a low growl of pleasure as Hanika starts to unbutton his suit and dress-shirt, feeling himself growing harder and harder with desire. He helps Hanika with the buttons, taking off the suit and dress-shirt and letting them fall to the ground. Then he feels Hanika's cold, thin hand run over his bare chest and abs, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

He leans forward, pressing his lips to Hanika's once again, one hand trailing down his side to rest on his hip. He pulls him close, deepening the kiss even further, lost in the passion between them.

Mikhail moans into Hanika's mouth as he feels his body pressed so close to his own. He can feel the heat radiating off of him, the desire that is burning between them, and it drives him wild with need. When he feels Hanika's hard dick pressed against his crotch, he grinds forward, letting out a low growl of pleasure.

He breaks the kiss, trailing kisses down Hanika's chest and stomach, savoring the feel of his skin on his lips. "Sweet printsessa," he murmurs between kisses. "I need to feel you...now."

Mikhail growls in response, feeling his own lust growing stronger with every word Hanika utters. He grabs Hanika's ass with both hands, lifting him up so that he can press his hard cock against Hanika's entrance. "Hold onto me," he growls in a low voice.

With no further warning, he plunges deep inside Hanika, claiming him as his own. He starts to thrust, each movement sending waves of pleasure through him and Hanika both. "You're mine," he growls possessively. "All mine."

Mikhail grunts at Hanika's tightness, his body shaking with pleasure as he continues to thrust inside him. He can feel Hanika holding onto him so tight, his own hands gripping onto his hips as he moves in and out of him relentlessly.

"God, you feel so good," he growls, leaning down to nip at Hanika's earlobe. "So fucking tight and warm. You were made for me, sweet printsessa." The pleasure builds within him until he can't hold back any longer and he releases deep inside him with a loud groan of satisfaction. He stays inside Hanika for a moment longer, savoring the feel of his body wrapped tightly around his own before pulling out slowly.

Mikhail watches Hanika with lustful eyes, admiring the beautiful mess he has made of him. His deep voice is husky as he speaks. "You're gorgeous, printsessa," he murmurs, stroking a hand through Hanika's tousled hair. "I could get used to seeing you like this." He leans down to kiss Hanika softly on the lips and pulls back slightly, gazing into his half-closed, teary eyes.

"I know it might sound strange, but I can't help wanting you like this," he admits softly. "You're so beautiful, so innocent, yet so willing to submit to me. I...I want you all to myself..."

Mikhail pulls Hanika into a tight embrace, his strong arms wrapping around him protectively. "That's all I've ever wanted, printsessa," he murmurs into his ear. "To have you all to myself. To be able to use you like this...whenever I want." He runs his hands soothingly up and down Hanika's back, feeling his legs shaking softly from the intense pleasure they just shared.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he admits, his voice dropping to a low, possessive purr. "To finally take you, to make you mine. And now that I have you, I don't want to let go." His hazel eyes bore into Hanika's, full of a dark, obsessive desire.