Alternate to being laughed at for being dripping wet, being cooed at.
My partner had been making me edge for hours, literally making a puddle on the bed, and the whole time they're cooing, telling me how pretty my cunt looks all wet, how its almost wet enough for me to get fucked, just a little more. They tell me how much they love to see me soaked, finger me gently while they tell me to listen to how wet I am. They make me BEG to be fucked and promise to always be wet and ready for them. The way they like me.
All of that cooing and praise in his deep voice and Russian accent. Dmitri muttering under his breath to himself while speaking in Russian. Blue eyes dark and glinting as he stares at where his fingers disappear into your softness. He’s so gentle where ever he touches you. Those thick fingers and big hands.
AN: I’m so sorry this has taken so long to get out. I sped through the first part and when it came down to the smut I sort of avoided it for weeks.
The past few days had been eventful. Erratic, horrible, mortifying. But now, all was well (for the time being). It was finally time for you all to rest and calm down— it felt strange not having someone on guard at all times. You were picked up by Agent Stinson, and she profusely insisted that you all shower and get a good night's sleep before it was time for Hopper and Joyce to reunite with their kids. No one really knew what to do with Yuri, so he was put under Murray’s supervision (again).
Only the best hotel was chosen for the six of you. Yuri and Murray in one room, you and Joyce in another, and Hopper and Dmitri in the last. With it being such a short notice, the only hotel rooms were double beds— and it humoured you and Joyce just thinking about the awkwardness between the men.
Greedily, Yuri, Murray and Joyce called the first shower. You couldn’t be annoyed knowing you’d have more time than them in the shower.
“I can’t wait to wash my hair… and shave… and moisturise!” You dramatically grin, flaunting yourself over Dmitri’s lap. He’s sitting on his bed with you, Hopper is sitting next to Dmitri, leaning against the headboard.
Hopper nudges Dmitri, flashing him a devilish grin. It’d been their form of entertainment over the past few days— bonding over their attraction for you.
“Keep it in your pants,” Dmitri whispers over to Hopper.
Abruptly, you stand up and wander over to the huge bucket of clothes Stinson gave you all. You fish out a t-shirt with a cringey slogan, taking it as your pyjamas. There’s a red fabric peeking out under a pair of jeans, and curiosity gets the best of you.
Hopper almost winds himself when you squeal, he jolts upwards in shock.
You throw it over at Dmitri— and Hopper knowingly chuckles. “Shit, Antonov. Is that what you’re gonna wear to bed tonight?”
“Shut it, American.” He warns, picking the red thong from his lap and tossing it back to you. “We’d much rather see it on you, gorgeous.”
It takes all of your inner strength to stop yourself from turning into a blushing mess. Two can play at that game. “Who knew you were such a flirt, Dmitri? Maybe I’ll have to pay you a visit tonight…”
“Woah, woah,” Hopper chimes in. “I’m here too, sweetheart.”
“Hmmm, maybe I can convince Joyce to give you a surprise,” you playfully tease with a wink.
“Who said anything about Joyce?” Hopper retorts, all amusement stripped from his voice.
“Wow, I knew Dmitri was bad but you too James?” You giggle, emphasising his real name. He groans in annoyance, running a hand down his face.
“Oh my bad. We’re not at that level yet,” you wink.
Hopper opens his mouth to, without-a-doubt, berate you— but Joyce peeks her head through the door.
“Bathrooms free,” she says with a smile, drying her hair with a towel.
“See you later, boys,” you tease, picking up the t-shirt, the thong and a pair of shorts.
Once you’re out of the room, Dmitri speaks up. “Think you can swap rooms with her?”
“Definitely fuckin’ not. I want her too,” Hopper confesses and Dmitri hums like he’s well-aware of the statement.
“What about Joyce?” Dmitri can’t help but ask.
“What about her?”
There’s a selection of everything in the shower. High end shampoo and conditioner, hair mousse, strawberry scented body wash, a razor and moisturiser. It’s a perfect reward for being left dirty and unwashed for days in Russia. And as an extra, the hot water felt heavenly on your skin. You were sure the sexual banter with Hopper and Dmitri was just talk, but just in case— you shave everywhere.
After putting your clothes on, including the red thong, you go and find everyone. Your feet pad against the hallway floor, cold air flying to your bare legs. The shorts you picked out barely even showed, due to the oversized t-shirt you wore that probably should have been left for Hopper.
All rooms are empty, except for Hopper and Dmitri’s. When you enter, everyone is sitting on the bed, Yuri shuffling a deck of cards. Dmitri is missing— but not for long. The radio is playing lowly as you scan your eyes for the missing member of your group. Just as you shut the door, their en-suite bathroom door opens and Dmitri is walking out. He’s shirtless, water drips down his chest and abdomen, and there’s a towel around his waist. You feel your heart beat faster at the sight, you feel something erupt in your chest— like butterflies. You can’t help but ogle him in desire—
“Oooh! Love is in the air!” Yuri cackles, firmly pointing at you. Joyce and Murray look over and loudly laugh at the embarrassed look on your face— you’re mortified that you’ve been caught staring at Dmitri. He only flashes you a shy grin, putting a shirt on and coaxing you over to the bed.
The six of you played card games for what felt like hours. Yuri wanted something on the line, like money or drinks, but Joyce dismissed him like a naughty child. He didn’t step out of line after that.
With a yawn, Joyce gets up first. “I’m gonna hit the hay,” she says. Not long after, Yuri and Murray trot down the hallway to their shared room.
Dmitri didn’t want to say anything in front of the group, but he deems now a good time to tease you.
“Liked what you saw earlier, huh?” He asks, voice horse and accent as strong as ever. He’s grinning, leaning forwards towards you as if to say ‘my attention is all yours.’ Hopper continues to shuffle the cards, watching the scene play before him with a smug smirk.
“I just happened to glance over and then—“
“‘Glance’, sweetheart? You were drooling!” Hopper chuckles, noticing your cheeks flush red.
“Aw, she’s getting flustered now, aren’t you?” Dmitri sheepishly mumbles.
“Please can we change the subject?” You whine, shielding your face with your hands to ease the embarrassment.
“…I know. Let’s play strip poker,” Hopper proposes. Dmitri laughs loudly, agreeing.
You’re sceptical, “I don’t really know how to play poker…”
“Even better then,” Dmitri teases, poking your side. You playfully push him away, he’s still laughing. “What about blackjack then? Lowest or highest number strips.”
Hopper hums in agreement, both pairs of eyes loiter on you, waiting for a response. Finally, you sigh and nod. Dmitri can’t help but grin, rubbing his hands together like he’s about to start some drama.
Dmitri grabs a bottle of liquor from the cabinet tucked in the room, something he’d had his eyes on since he walked in. He’d been monitoring it with Yuri around, but he’d been only co-operative. He pours you drinks, insisting that you all drink beforehand to soothe the uncomfort.
Finally, you feel tipsy. Suddenly the radio captures your attention and your body is subconsciously swaying to the music.
“We’ll make this a fair game, yes? We wear three pieces of clothing: shirt, bottoms and underwear.” Dmitri starts and you hum in response. Then, he sits on the bed next to you and begins to shuffle the cards.
Ten minutes later, you’re all sucked right into the game. You’re missing your shorts, Dmitri is missing his jeans and Hopper is missing his shirt and his pants. Your heart aches at the sight of Hopper and how much weight he’s lost, but he looks happy with it and you know he would rather not talk about it.
You grin when you draw a 19. But surprisingly, no one else seems phased. You all decide to stick, presenting your cards to each other.
Hopper gets a 20, Dmitri gets 21. You groan, ignoring their laughs— you were the first to actually show something. You slip the thong off, your shirt covers your modesty. They mumble in annoyance, but you swatch their hands away and continue with the game.
“Wanna sit on my lap?” Dmitri asks.
“Or mine?” Hopper adds.
“Whoever wins this round can have me on their lap,” you say with a giggle.
“And if you win?” Dmitri asks.
“Then I get to stay right here and ogle.”
Hopper draws a 20, you draw a 23 with a dramatic groan and Dmitri draws an 18.
“Lucky bastard,” Dmitri mumbles.
Hopper pats his lap, you plop yourself eagerly onto his huge thighs.
“Ah ah sweetheart. Think you’re forgetting something.” Dmitri rumbles, sending heat straight to your core.
“Yeah you lost the round… still need to take this off,” Hopper whispers in your ear, hands pawing at your shirt.
You roll your eyes, taking the shirt off.
“ебать (fuck)…” Dmitri whispers under his breath.
“This is kind of backfiring on us, huh?” Hopper chuckles. “It’s taking all of my strength to not touch her…”
“Finish the game and then maybe you can touch…” you tease. Dmitris eyes light up, and you feel Hopper go rigid underneath you. “Winner gets to do whatever they want to me.”
“The stakes have been heightened,” Hopper grins. The next round, Dmitri loses. Him and Hopper are only in their underwear as he strips his t-shirt.
“Last game,” you say, getting up off of Hopper’s lap. You lean against the dresser, sticking your ass out and arching your back. Their eyes are trained on you, watching you seductively roll your hips. You playfully turn the music up, taking a swig of the tequila on the table. You’ve completely captured their attention — their eyes follow you when you sit on the bed with them. You shuffle the deck of cards, dealing them both two cards.
You analyse their faces, Dmitri’s lips twitch up and Hopper stays neutral. Dmitri sticks, leaving Hopper to gamble. When he picks up the card, he’s instantly grinning.
“Hope you have fun sleeping in the dog house, American,” Dmitri teases with a grin, flipping his cards over to reveal an ace and a ten.
“Hm?” Hopper nonchalantly replies, revealing his cards also. He has a seven, a nine, and a five — leaving them both with twenty one.
“Oh,” you realise, lips curling into a mischievous grin. “I think that means you can both play with me…”
“Well shit, sweetheart,” Hopper starts playfully. “You’re in for it now.”
“You asked for it, I hope you won’t run back on your word,” Dmitri says with his brows expectantly raised. He’s waiting for you to object, refuse, but nothing but a giggle leaves your lips. He stands up, pulling you up towards him. He pulls you into his arms, his hands sliding down your back which eventually fondle your ass. He looks down at you, his hot breath tickles your nose and his lust-blown eyes intimidate you. A presence behind you brushes against your skin, then the large body presses flush against your back.
Dmitri’s hands are adventurous and confident, whereas Hopper is slow and intimate. Hopper’s thick fingers tickle your pelvic bone, touching the bare area between your abdomen and your private areas. Then, you feel his stubble roughly rub against your neck. Your attention alternates between the two men — Dmitri would capture your attention by squeezing your ass a little too hard, Hopper would steal it by kissing your shoulder or trailing his fingers a little too far down.
Eventually, your attention is settled on the man in front of you. Your eyes fall to his poor, neglected lips and you desperately want to kiss him, shower him with attention just like you dreamed of doing ever since you heard him speak. You were attracted to both men, of course, but Dmitri was available and in closer reaching distance than Hopper. You never thought Hopper would be willing to do this considering his feelings for Joyce, but you were mistaken. He’d been wanting this as much as you.
“Kiss me,” you ask Dmitri, and he doesn’t hesitate to oblige. The kiss deepens, and you know Hopper’s beginning to feel left out when his hands abruptly cup your breasts. You pull away from Dmitri, a string of saliva conjoining the two of you together. Your head turns to the side, and Hopper’s lips are waiting for you. Lips latch onto your neck whilst you make out with Hopper now. Hopper is more sloppy, equally as good a kisser, but Dmitri was careful and precise with his lips — whereas Hopper is enthusiastically pushing his tongue into your mouth at the first given chance. Finally, a move is made:
“Let me have her first, American,” Dmitri groans, clothed cock rubbing against your thigh. He’s hard, painfully so, and clearly pent up with the way he was rutting against your bare skin.
“Hold your fuckin’ horses,” Hopper replies through the kiss, causing wet sounds to escape through parts of his dialogue. “Who do you want first, baby?”
“You know I can’t make a decision like that,” you say with a pout, and he nods like he’d been expecting that answer. “There’s a reason why I have a mouth and a—“ you cut yourself off, a grin forming on your face.
“You’re fuckin’ right, sweetheart.” Says Hopper.
Dmitri’s fingers tilt your jaw back to face him, and his lips capture yours once again. “Mmm, been waiting for this for too long,” Dmitri mumbles. You manage a breathily ‘yeah?’ through the kiss and he hums in clarification. “How do you want to do this, American?”
“You get her pussy, I’ll have her mouth,” he announces.
“Fine by me,” Dmitri agrees and you whine. “Sound good?” He asks you and you nod.
Immediately, Hopper sits on the couch and pulls you by the hips there with him. He sort of just looks at you for a moment, deciding which approach to take towards you. Fisting your hair, he abruptly pulls you to his mouth. The kiss is hot and heavy, his tongue plunges its way into yours. Dmitri watches, hands instinctively palming the ache in his boxers before he finally situates himself behind you. You’re on your hands and knees, kissing Hopper as your hand paws at his crotch. Dmitri’s eyes fall to your ass, your glistening pussy which is on perfect display for him.
“Jerk me off,” Hopper mumbles through the kiss and you nod. Your fingers wrap around his bulge in his boxers, squeezing and pumping. You hear him sigh in pleasure and you can’t help but smile. His eyes find yours, and you both just stare at each other for a moment. The silence in the room is erotically-charged, before fingers prodding at your entrance makes you yelp in surprise.
“Sorry, princess,” Dmitri chuckles. His middle and ring finger rub your clit in circles, he relieves his sore cock by lightly grinding against your ass. Dmitri’s pace of his fingers help you jerk Hopper off. You take him out of his boxers, slowly pumping him the same speed as Dmitri touches you. When his two fingers push inside of your hole, you can’t help but roll your hips in desperation. The feeling of his fingers inside of you burned, in such a euphoric way - you felt every hypersensitive curl of his fingers, every twitch, every pump. You felt him stretching you open, preparing you for himself.
“You like his fingers inside you, baby?” Hopper teases, his hand roughly grasps your jaw, forcing you to look at him.
“Yes,” you breathe out, “feels so good.”
“It’s been so long, hasn’t it, American?” Dmitri chuckles, a squelching sound filling the room. Hopper hums in agreement.
Your back arches, causing your hole to tighten around Dmitri’s fingers.
“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” he rumbles. His fingers pull out of you, and it’s not long before you feel something rubbing down your slick pussy. This ‘something’ pushes at your entrance, it’s so much thicker than his fingers. You whine, head dipping down into Hopper’s lap as the oh-so familiar burning sensation of him stretching you out reoccurs.
“F-fuck,” you stutter out, mumbling into Hopper’s bare thigh. Hopper’s grinning when you look up at him, when Dmitri is fully inside of you.
“Well well, baby. You gonna use that mouth of yours to get me off?” Hopper rumbles, your hand on his chest feels the rumble of his gruff voice. You nod, immediately dipping down to get a taste of him. You open-mouthed kiss his raging head, feeling the moisture on your tongue. His head falls back, a sigh erupts from his lips and god— he looks like a fucking model. Dmitri slowly grinds into you, he’s waiting for you to get started on Hopper before he really begins to take what he’s wanted for months. “Don’t tease,” he snarls, teeth gritting and nose furiously pumping out air.
Taking him fully in your mouth is harder than it seems. He’s too long, too thick for you to comfortably suck — so it takes a whole lot more effort. You listened to him, not teasing and instantly getting on with it. He’s rock hard in your hand, wet, throbbing and starved.
The atmosphere alters quickly. Dmitri starts to speed up, your fist around Jim’s cock tightens, your mouth bobs up and down so much faster. The bulge in your cheek relentlessly nudges against the fleshy muscle, and Hopper groans when he notices it. His fingers wrap around your hair, pulling it away from your face. With his free hand, he caresses your cheek using his thumb. “So fucking pretty,” he grunts. “This is what you wanted, yeah? Getting fuckin’ pounded by one of us, suckin’ off the other? My, my, Antonov. I think we’ve been—“ he moans, “seduced.”
“This doll is behind it all?” Dmitri breathily replies, a sheen of moisture on his forehead. He pulls your hair from Hopper’s hand, lifting your head off Jim’s cock. “This cute face has seduced us?” He taunts. Your eyes open, meeting Hopper’s grinning face as Dmitri slams into you. The noises coming out of your mouth are involuntary now, you can’t control them, you weren’t aware you were even making them.
“Come on, honey,” Hopper soothes you. He firmly pats your cheek, “back to it. I’m almost close,” he says.
Your hair is let go, you feel two firm hands on your lower back. One occasionally spanks your ass, loud and firmly. You’re oh-so-desperately pumping Jim’s cock, taking him as deep as you can in your mouth. You feel him twitch and throb whenever you do something unexpected, and you feel you’re one step closer at cracking him.
“God, keep doing that and I’ma fuckin’ come,” Hopper groans. “Fuck,” he whispers to himself.
“Come on, big man. Take one for the team,” Dmitri whines from behind you. Only those two could turn fucking you into a competition.
“Shit, I will. I fuckin’ will,” his lower jaw collides with his top lip. “You ready for my cum, baby? You gonna eat it all?” He teases and you moan. The vibration of your voice pushes him over the edge and, before you know it, Dmitri leans forward to fist your hair. Your head is pulled up again, and shots of salty white spurt onto your face. You catch most of it on your tongue, swallowing as much as you can manage.
Russian is spewed from Dmitri’s mouth, and his cock is slapping against your slick folds. It pushes you over the edge, and you cum the same time as him.
Lights and spirits fade as you’re pulled into Hopper’s chest. Dmitri sits on the sofa next to him, chest heaving, but a wicked smile plastered on his face. He says nothing, only exchanging cheeky glances with Jim.
You wake up tangled between both men, in utter darkness. You shift slightly, and Hopper jolts up. When he realises it’s you that’s touching him, he relaxes.
“You okay?” He asks in a croaky, tired voice.
“Yeah,” you softly reply. You coax him to lay down again with you, his arm wraps around you and you’re pulled into his chest like a magnet. “Are you?”
“Yeah. Just not used to… safety yet, I guess.” He mumbles.
“Me too,” you reply. You hear his heartbeat and Dmitri’s quiet snores, you relish in the peace for a moment. “I should probably get back to my room,” you speak up.
“No, I’ll go. You stay with Antonov,” he reasons, and you barely protest.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, Joyce won’t mind,” he replies.
“Thank you.”
He only nods in the darkness before climbing out of bed.
“Hopper,” you grab his arm. He’s got a handful of his clothes, but he puts them on the bed to give you his full attention. “Jim,” you correct yourself. “Will you kiss me before you go?”
He doesn’t reply. You feel his breath on your face, and you know he’s leaning in to kiss you. It’s sweet, wet, full of desire and respect. It goes no further than a kiss, but it means so much.
“See you in the morning,” he says.
Light pools in as the door cracks open, but it’s quickly roped back into the hallway as the door clicks shut. You don’t remember much after that, despite strong arms encasing your body the whole night.
Dmitri treats you like a princess — like he’s playing his and filling in for Hopper’s place. He fucks you slow and lazy in the morning, he makes you cum using his fingers as morning light illuminates the room. His hands don’t leave your body, his sentences revolve solely around you, his thoughts are trained only on you. Dmitri is yours, he’s who you want to marry. He’s who you want to kiss, to wake up every morning next to, to share your life with. Hopper wants that with Joyce, and you’re all aware and okay with that.
You shouldn't be messing with Dmitri - you know you shouldn't. He's dangerous, here in secret, hiding from his government, a little too old, and your brothers friend... he's warned you off before, but he never turns you away. And lately he's been seeking you out.
Yes it is a cheesey 'Hoppers Sister' fic, and I have no regrets because taboo 'we shouldn't be doing this' feels and needy, touch-starved, ruined Dmitri have a chokehold on my soul and libido.
Tagging @believeinthefireflies95 because they asked to tagged in Dmitri smut 😄
Originally posted by brieattea
The dress was an innocent mistake, or so you told yourself when you arrived. Light and flowy with a floral pattern, it certainly looks innocent. No one would think you wore it to drive a man mad... but most people don't know that Dmitri has a thing for sundresses. For pressing innocent, sweet women up against walls in quiet places and making them just a little less innocent.
No one, not even Hop, would have noticed the way his face changed when he saw you, because even when he's at breaking point, Dmitri Antonov has a face that could be best described as taciturn. It's in the eyes; those hooded eyes widened just a fraction when he saw you, then narrowed again, their heavy lids creasing slightly at the corners, and the right side of his lip twitched up for a second. Then he continued speaking to Ted Wheeler, but he did that sweet thing. That thing he always did when something had amused or shocked him; when he smiled, one side of his mouth turned down slightly. He licked his lips and rolled his shoulders.
You should have known how it would end when you saw that, but it was still a surprise, the way he found you at just the right moment, in just the right place and used the bulk of his body to push you against the side of the house... just out of sight.
The party doesn't stop when he buries his face in your neck and drags one of your legs up onto his hip. Anyone could walk around the corner in a second and there would be no explaining this away... somehow that makes it better,
"Dmitri," you whisper, pushing at his shoulders weakly; it's a pointless and frankly disingenuous pretence. Every time your hands slip ineffectually up onto the top of his strong shoulders, they grip him and pull him closer. You can feel him smiling against your skin, and the smugness of the curve to his mouth, more than anything else, is what makes you prolonge the lie, "we shouldn't."
"I know," he mumbles against your cheek as his lips search in the gloom, finding yours a few seconds later. His free hand comes up to hold your throat gently,
"No, we really shouldn't," you gasp, "not here."
"Then tell me to stop," he says against your mouth, free hand pushing up under the gossamer material of your dress to cup your ass while he slides one denim-clad thigh between your legs. "Go on," he pushes you, voice teasing,
"I told you-"
"You say we shouldn't," he whispers, "not that you want me to go away. Tell. Me. To. Stop." He pulls your hip, dragging you up his thigh, then pushing you back down with each word. You let your head fall back, "no?"
Perhaps its the liquor, or maybe it really is the dress, but he decides to be cruel and pulls away,
"Dmitri," you whine, seeing his teeth glint in the barely there light that seeps arund the side of the house,
"What is it, princess?" He leans in, inches from you, "you say we shouldn't," he shrugs, "so we won't." When you make a frustrated sound, he chuckles, "you want me?"
"Dmitri..."
"Dmitri," he mimics your tone, thin and high and pleading, then rubs his nose to yours, "tell me what you want."
"I..." you shake your head, making him grin,
"Ok," he says and turns away again, making it two steps before you grip his hand and drag him back,
"Please," you whisper, and this is what breaks him. He sighs,
"How can I say no to those pretty eyes, hm?" This time it's his hand that slips between your legs, pushing under your barely-there panties as he hisses through his teeth and leans down to nip the skin on your shoulder, muttering something you can't understand. Mostly, anyway. You've picked up a word or two of Russian while spending time with him, and the word 'wet' jumps out at you first. Then 'tight' - that one is branded into your mind and skin, making you blush as he curls two fingers in you. As you whine and shudder, he raises his head, craning his neck to make sure you're still alone, then pulls the neck of your dress to the side. "Feels good?" He asks,
"God yes," it's not even your voice; its high-pitched and breathy. Desperate. Shameless.
"God," he chuckles, "I'm not sure he has anything to do with this, Y/N..."
You fall apart so easily for him, shuddering around his fingers, then he nudges your legs apart and pushes between them, fumbling with his belt,
"Gentle," you whimper as he pushes into you in one hard thrust. Dmitri lowers his head to kiss your shoulder apologetically,
"Forgive me," he murmurs, "I can't think when you're so close. You turn me into an animal..." he's speaking against your skin now, between licks and kisses, "can't... fuck... can't get close enough to you. No matter how hard I try." His teeth press into the sensitive skin on your shoulder and he sucks gently,
"Dmitri... you're going to leave a mark," you whisper, unable to articulate just how bad it would be if Hopper saw a goddamn hickey, but he's mindless, rocking in and out of you so slowly that you feel like its all one motion. Constant friction. The comforting weight of his body,
"Good," he almost growls as he pulls away and covers the aching mark with the fabric of your dress before he lifts your other leg and speeds up, craning to look over towards the corner of the house again, "have to be quick," he gasps and you nod, "keep quiet, yes?" You nod again biting your lip as he speeds up, knocking the air out of you with every roll of his hips, "good girl." He almost groans, but stifles it, shuddering as he cums, then pulls away quickly, kissing you firmly, helping you to fix your dress before he deals with himself. He slips away seconds before Joyce rounds the corner,
"Y/N, hey, where've you been?" She asks, and you're glad she can't see the blush on your face,
"I went and sat in you and Hop's room for a while," you say, which is part of the truth, "needed a few moments of quiet." She takes your explanation without question,
"Well, we're bringing out a keg, come on."
It's only as you walk back into the firelight with her arm hooked through yours that you realize you're still bare beneath your dress. Are your panties on the ground back there, you wonder with a flash of panic. Dmitri smirks at you across the fire, then, seeing your look of panic, rolls his eyes and taps his left pocket.
"Fucking animal," you mouth at him when no one's paying attention, but he only smiles and raises his glass.
A/N: It’s a crime they didn’t show us Enzo and Murray back in America at the end of vol 2. So I imagine this takes place after you go to Russia and bring them home.
Song while writing: Vladimir Cosmo - Tendre Sally
“Join me”
He walked in without knocking but he couldn’t seem to get his feet to leave, even if he tried. The only sound filling the small bathroom was the echoing tinker of water when you moved to sit up.
The bath was opaque from soap and revealed just enough for his mind to run wild. He was tired and lonely and aching all over. It’d been so long since he’s felt warm let alone spent the night with another warm body. He wasn’t even sure if he was getting horny or just wanted to be held by you but the steam dancing along your skin didn’t make the decision any clearer.
Without a word he closed the door behind him, taking off his boots, then coat and pants until eventually you helped him into the water between your legs.
He let out a groan as he eased himself in, the feeling of warm water so foreign but so nice. The tub was too small for him, let alone the both of you. His knee’s stuck out of the water awkwardly but he hardly cared with the feeling of your skin against his back. He let out a curse in Russian, his normally demanding, husky voice now tired and croaky.
You picked up a cup you left next to the tub in your toiletry stash of soap and shampoo on the floor - with what you’ve been through, that shampoo was the best smelling thing you’d smelt in a good while. So much so when you picked it off the bathroom shelf, you spent a good few minutes with the bottle sitting under your nose. With the cup, you scooped the warm water and poured it across Dimitri’s upper back and neck and hair. Every pour accompanied by a content sigh of bliss from him.
He rested his head on your shoulder behind him. With another content sigh, his eyes fell shut. Now this he could get used too, this was the most relaxed he’d felt in a good long while. You swore you almost saw him tear up.
“You ready?” You say softly, nose nudging his ear lobe before reaching over the side of the tub again, this time for the shampoo. Lifting his head to inspect what you meant, he was greatly caught off guard when your warm pair of hands snaked their way into his hair.
He couldn’t hold back the moan that fell off his lips. You just continued to massaged his scalp. Perhaps dragging it out a little too long but there was something so intoxicating about the moans and sighs leaving his lips, how could you stop?
He had his hand resting on your knee, thumb gently rubbing your soft skin. Eyes shut, mouth open and head reclined back as his entire form rocked with the moments of your fingers on his scalp.
A soapy hand unravelled itself from his head and traced its way along the back of his shoulders, followed by a trail of little kitten kisses. Off his shoulders and back to the cup, you poured water back over his hair. After a pour, your free hand followed, raking out residue. This process repeated until you were satisfied the shampoo was washed out.
He prayed that moment would never end, he prayed it would not be an eye of a storm and have yet another person he cared for taken from him. How cruel to give him a sense of security then rip it away like it was nothing. Your warm breath fanning his ear and down his neck, your palms and lips pressed on his neck and shoulders. He hadn’t realised how much he craved this intimacy before and his grip tightened on your knee momentarily.
“Are you okay?” Though you were concerned, the question came out in a lazy, sultry whisper. Your hands moved to his chest, fingers sprawled out, holding him. He could only return your question with a whine and let his head fall back on your shoulder again. His nose let out a whistle when he breathed and your breath fell inline with it. You sat there until the water went cold. It was his heaven.
𖢅 Wandering hands %100 unless you two are in public then maybe a little face and hair touching. Dmitri enjoys stroking parts of your flesh, whether it’s your cheek, arm or collarbone.
𖢅 Dmitri leads majority of the time during make out sessions. He kisses pretty firmly, but softens the kiss once he glides his tongue in. He’s the one who usually pulls you in to kiss him, arms wrapped around either your torso or waist.
𖢅 Dmitri starts kissing at your neck then slowly makes his way up to your lips. Even if it’s a little peck on the lips, he enjoys peppering you with little kisses before giving you a big smooch on your lips.
𖢅 When it comes to French kissing, he’s quite well experienced in it. Dmitri starts off very slow, teasing your top lip with his tongue before you let him cram it underneath your tongue. He’s very slow with his tongue even when he’s practically craving you.
🝮I imagine him being really gentle during the first few times, probably just him learning where you like it and how you like it. The kissing that leads to the sex never changes, always firm kisses on your lips that trail down your shoulder and around your tits.
🝮After awhile he isn’t so gentle, but slightly rougher now that he had learned your body and knows what you can take. Dmitri is very good at asking for sex and very polite about it (unless you want him to just take it.)
🝮Dmitri is very good if you have a hand kink because he enjoys holding your throat and placing his fingers on your tongue amusingly. Reguardless you ask him to of not, he just enjoys the feeling of his hands in those places.
🝮I give him a 7 inch bear because why not. Imagine him popping a cherry with that monster.
Oh I believe that. I mean I'd like to know the cologne he'd wear. If it's light and fruity or heavy and musk. Cigarette is definitely going to be a heavy smell or at least noticable. But his own natural scent is the mystery.
I really appreciate your honesty. I don't know if I could post such a thing without regret haha. I mean that sincerely.
🝮 Dmitri would never make a scene when he catches men staring at you, rather giving them the most filthiest looks while pulling you close. When he hooks his arm around yours it usually means he’s showing other men that you belong to him. This is followed by him muttering: “I should beat him for even thinking about you.”
🝮 Slightly tolerant of your choice in wardrobe, but draws the line at swimsuits. Dmitri loves the idea of you frolicking around in something sexy for him and him only, but the idea of you wearing a bikini or one piece out leaves him irritated. It’s Russia after all, why would you need a one piece? “You plan on swimming in frozen lake, darling?”
🝮 Would never destroy your swimwear, but the thought would dawn him after you both move to America because now you can wear it and men can gawk at you. Dmitri would do a great job at hiding that one piece.
🝮 Dmitri has probably warned and threatened Yuri not to get any ideas about you in private. Like I said, he would never make a scene, but his comrades must know their place.
🝮 Dmitri loves to cling onto you in bed or have you lay on his chest. Sometimes he might fall asleep while he’s on top of you, holding you close with his face buried in your neck. It reassures him that he is the only person who can enjoy this.
☠︎︎ When it comes to who is in control, It all comes down to size. Dmitri uses his height and weight to dominate you, backing you up into a wall or holding you down.
☠︎︎ Takes these intimate moments to remind you who and where you belong to. He practically owns your mind and body.
☠︎︎ It starts off with Dmitri pulling you down onto the mattress with one hand, quickly caging you in his arms. He doesn’t say much, only when you try to speak he banters about spoiling your pretty mouth with his cock.
“You can talk after you finish with my cock~”
☠︎︎ Dmitri’s arms will block your vision, forcing you to look directly at him. Even if you close your eyes to avoid his piercing blue gaze, it won’t stop him from choking you until you have no choice but to peak up.
☠︎︎ Wont gag you unless you deserve it, he prefers listening to your tasteful moans when he bottoms out inside of you.
☠︎︎ When Dmitri first enters you, he does so little to prepare you for his cock, wanting you to always remember his size and how small you are. Dmitri will allow you to adjust, pinning your legs around his waist so you can’t move away from him.
☠︎︎ When you have adjusted enough, you feel his hips begin to hammer into yours. It wouldn’t take long for bruises to form on your hip bones. You feel his breath on your cheek, panting away.
☠︎︎ Your neck is littered with bites and kisses, giving him advances towards your ear. The sex is so rough that your vision is fading, but you manage to catch him growl in your ear;
“You will give me another son.”
☠︎︎ He isn’t wearing any protection like usual. Dmitri never plans his procreation, but tonight it seems he is. He’s lifting your ass up, drilling closer and closer to your cervix.
☠︎︎ Dmitri eventually releases inside you, holding you still as his member is held painfully against your cervix. Your cries in pain don’t phase him, opting him to pull out slowly and push back in even harder. Dmitri doesn’t let his cum go to waste, making you clean his cock with your mouth.
☠︎︎ Lucky for you he is kind enough to run a wet rag over your sore pussy before throwing the blanket over the both of you.
letting him slowly take the coat off of me, and watching his pupils get wider amidst the blue, when he sees the matching set I'm wearing underneath <3 hehe. it's what's been keeping him going all day. knowing that he'll be home eventually <3
When he undresses you in front of the fireplace, protecting you from the harsh Russian cold. Dmitri presses the pads of fingers against your ribs before holding your waist so you don’t go anywhere. Once he has you still in front of him, he kneels…
OK I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT AND NOW I NEED A RIDING DMITRI SENSELESS (OR DARK DMITRI IDC) HC thank you babes
I’ll do a mixture because I just can’t get enough of him xx
Riding Dmitri Headcanons
♡︎ Would this be Dmitri’s favourite position? Most definitely! He is so used to being in control, but having a show of you riding him really has him in a chokehold.
♡︎ The whole time Dmitri would be squirming underneath your hips, trying to buck into you. He is so tempted to flip you underneath him, punish you for being an incompetent tease.
♡︎ Dmitri loves holding your hips and the feeling of your fingers stretched out across his chest. He feels the need to guide your hips down, despite enjoying your efforts.
♡︎ Dmitri also has the habit of digging his fingernails into your flesh as he gets carried away. He hissed a few times and mutters in his mother tongue. He will enjoy all the marks he’s made afterwards.
♡︎ He wants to make this last forever, but eventually you would drain him. If he can’t last forever, neither can you. He’s gonna make you cum before he does.
♡︎ Dmitri teases your clit when he’s close, mucking up your rhythm as you unwind in pleasure.
♡︎ Dmitri will most likely release inside of you, but continue thrusting upwards. He pushes his release further inside you and allows it to coat your walls. He practically drools at the sight of white seeping out of you and smearing against him.
♡︎ Dmitri is very secretive and knows how to be discreet. He has been carrying a ring around whenever he is with you, waiting for the right time as well a time that is creative and a place that is quite romantic.
♡︎ He keeps the ring well hidden, either in his jacket, car, wallet or wherever you don’t look. Dmitri always keeps it in the box for extra safety, wanting to keep it pristine.
♡︎ Eventually Dmitri would decide when he would pop the question, the morning after a really good date night. Not simply after eating at Enzo’s or somewhere fancy, but walking around the lake, exploring the city and talking about poetry before going to dinner.
♡︎ Dmitri puts the ring box underneath your pillow once you crash after that date. He waits all night, barely sleeping. When you wake up, he puts his hand underneath your pillow so you have to look under it. And there it is~
