It is an active struggle to get Alexei to wear clothes in his own home. Especially now that he has his own room at the tower that no one else but himself and John can access.
So here he is, walking into the bathroom, big cock swinging around like he owns the damn place, the hairs all over himself never trimmed. Except his beard on occasion.
John is in the bathroom, shirt off and medical supplies on the counter. He screams a little when Alexei comes in, then sighs. "Could you at least knock, or announce when you are coming into a room cock first?"
Alexei’s eyes fixate on John, before shifting to the counter, where he raises a brow at everything laid out on the counter. “…What are you doing?” He finally asks. “You scream like little girl.”
John narrows his eyes. "You startled me. And it was not like a little girl." He grumbles.
He looks at the supplies. "I'm trying to give myself a shot. I've been trying for like an hour."
Alexei raises a brow, seeing how the needle has been unwrapped, but John hasn’t drawn anything up. “Oh.” He picks it up, putting air in the needle. “How much?” He cleans off the top of the bottle, before pushing the needle into it.
John blinks. "What?" He watches Alexei work, surprised that he knows what he's doing, apparently. "Uh... zero point five." He rubs his arm. "It's fine, I can do it..." He doesn't seem confident about that.
Alexei shushes John, injecting the air into the bottle, before drawing up as much as he needs, flicking the needle a few times and pushing the air bubbles back into the bottle. “It fine. Let Папочка do it.”
John flushes, watching Alexie work. "I... isn't that what Yelena calls you?" He feels his mouth go dry when he sees the needle again, his body visibly tensing.
Alexei chuckles. “Yelena call me Папа. You call me Папочка.” He smirks, cock brushing against John’s thigh when he gets too close. “Relax, Котик.”
John flushes a deeper shade of red, looking up at Alexei with those sweet, blue eyes. "O-Okay." He grabs onto Alexei's free arm, holding it tightly. "Do you know what you're doing? And what did you call me-"
Alexei nods, reaching to pull John’s shirt above his head, capping the needle and setting it aside before he does. “Know what am doing. Given more than few shot.”
John lets Alexei pull off his shirt, nodding a little. "I can usually do it. Sometimes I just... freeze." He looks upset with himself, averting his gaze.
Alexei shakes his head. “Little Котик needs help. That okay.” He says sincerely. He swaps the needles, before giving John’s tummy a little squeeze. “Sit down.”
John frowns a little, still not knowing what Alexei is calling him. It at least seems positive this time.
He bites his lip to keep from laughing when Alexei touches his tummy, feeling ticklish when he does it. He obediently sits down for him.
Alexei chuckles, kneeling down in front of John, moving to tug his pants and boxers down too, leaving John fully bare in front of him. “Look at you…”
John's breath hitches, and he turns his head away. Now Alexei can fully see his lack of a cock, but instead a sweet pink pussy with blonde hair trailing down to it. "Do I have to be naked?" He asks with a small laugh, and his hands grip the side of the tub he is sitting on.
Alexei nods, eyes fixated on the slightly wet pussy in front of him. He takes two thick fingers, reaching to spread apart John’s lips, revealing the slightly swollen t-dick between them. “Let Папочка take care of you.”
John moans softly as Alexei plays with his pussy, looking down at him with upturned brows. He whimpers as he feels heat growing in his pelvis, his t-dick starting to swell and throb.
He feels how wet he is, and he knows it's because of Alexei. Nevermind the fact Alexei's cock is right there in the open, the way he's speaking, the loving, almost condescending tone... his touch... it's all making his pussy start to be drenched.
Alexei smirks, before he picks back up the needle, keeping John’s pussy spread with his other hand as he used his teeth to uncap the needle. “Can you pinch your tummy for Папочка? Right here.” He uses the needle to point to the spot.
John nods, distracted by the thick fingers on his pussy to get too anxious about the needle. "Uh-huh..." He pinches up some fat for the needle to plunge into, and he spreads his legs a little as he does.
“Shhh, look away.” He motions for John to avert his eyes. He doesn’t give a countdown, but his fingers do begin to trail down, and he stuffs two thick digits into John’s pussy as he pushes the needle into John’s skin, cooing softly at him. “There we go… Good boy…” He presses gently on the plunger, injecting the fluid into John’s toned stomach.
John does as he's told, averting his eyes so he doesn't have to watch the shot process. This makes him entirely unprepared for the thick fingers sliding into his pussy, and he gasps, then moans, his body shuddering a little. By the time the needle is out, he hadn't even noticed it going in.
"Fuck..." He pants softly, trying his best not to squirm, his body screaming at him to take more of Alexei's fingers.
Alexei’s first time seeing John’s sweet pussy, and his fingers are already inside of it. He couldn’t ask for anything else. He caps the needle, setting it aside as he curls the fingers slightly. “You like that? Want Папочка to give you more?”
John whines as the fingers curl inside him, and he nods quickly. "Please, please..." He breathes.
It's actually impressive how quickly he's been reduced to begging with just two fingers.
Summary: John gets caught wearing lingerie at the gym.
Themes/Tags/Warnings: NSFW, fingering, lingerie, dirty talk, bottom john, sub john, top alexei, dom alexei, unfinished smut, ends right before penetrative sex
Word Count: 1.3k
Cowritten with @over-usedlittlespoon
Alexei has to be begged to wear a shirt in the gym. Their PR team is starting to lose their mind with how many complaints they get about Alexei.
So he yet again is bare chested, holding himself up effortlessly on a bar as he watches John pad into the room.
John is wearing very short shorts and a tight tank top. He moves over to a rowing machine, his gaze holding on Alexei's chest for a moment as he does.
"Haven't you gotten in trouble for being shirtless enough?" He asks as he settles into the machine. He plants his feet in front of him, bending forward.
As he bends forward, his tank top rides up, and hugging his hips are what seems to be... the straps of a thong.
Alexei is about to jab back with a comment about not needing a shirt, when he spots the straps. Two red straps that sit on the dips of John’s hips, framing his back.
Alexei swallows, and he drops himself off the bar, making his way over to John. “Think you are maybe wearing too much.”
John flushes red. "What?" He bends forward again, the blue part of the thong barely peeking out over the waistband of his shorts. "I try to dress light, so I don't get too hot."
Alexei smirks and he bites his lip, the gold tooth flashing when he does. “Dress light?” He echoes, before moving to stand behind John, taking the thin red strap of the thong between his fingers. He tugs on it lightly, teasingly pulling the thin material further between John’s perky ass.
John gasps as his thong is grabbed, and he whimpers softly as it's pulled tight. "H-Hey!" He huffs, turning his head to look at Alexei. "You weren't supposed to see that..."
Alexei chuckles, a sound deep from his throat. “You wear to gym? Slutty.” He pulls it a bit more, before taking John by the shoulder, bending him over the front part of the machine.
John flushes a deeper red, the color reaching his chest. He lets out a little grunt as he's bent over, his ass now sticking out towards Alexei. "It is not slutty!" He argues, glaring back at Alexei.
Alexei just purrs, glancing at the door, considering locking it, but he doesn’t. “Shh, it okay. Not judging.” He yanks down John’s shorts, letting out a little whistle at the sight of John’s lightly freckled ass.
John yelps as his shorts are yanked down, revealing the thong in full. The fabric is blue lace, and it cups John's soft cock and balls which are pressed against the leather of the bench he's bent over.
"St-Stop looking." John tries to demand, but he's lost all authority in his voice.
Alexei turns John over so he can see the whole thing, the two now facing one another. Alexei’s cock tents the track pants he has on, and he reaches to thumb at the white bow on the front of the panties. “Oh, little thing…” He coos. “When say America in ass, did not mean this.” He chuckles.
John looks so vulnerable like this. On his back, his bare chest exposed, his little cock barely covered by his adorably themed thong. He looks up at Alexei with upturned brows, panting softly.
His eyes travel down Alexei's chest, moving down to the bulge in his pants. "Holy shit."
Alexei grins at the sight, taking in the view like he’s got a goddamn feast laid out for him. “Yeah? You like cock, Captain?” He drawls out the name teasingly,
John shivers at the question, licking his lips. "And if I did?" He meets Alexei's eyes. "What would you do about it?"
Alexei pins John down to the seat on the machine, holding him by the back of his thighs. “Maybe have to take you for test drive.”
John gasps, his ass spreading as his legs are pulled back. His cock starts to leak into his thong, the lace darkening. He grabs at the machine, holding it with his arms above his head to brace himself.
Alexei moves the string of the thong to expose John’s pink puckered hole, watching it wink as it waits to be filled by Alexei’s cock. “…Lube.” He murmurs, figuring they should at least prep a little bit.
John tries to think of where the hell they will get lube, and he points to a nearby locker. "Top one. Has pads, tampons, condoms, lube."
Alexei raises a brow, but looks wildly amused that John knows this information. He finds his way over, opening the locker and taking the bottle of lube from it, flicking open the cap.
John stays lying on the bench, looking dazed. Is this really happening? Is he about to get fucked? He watches the lube coat Alexei's fingers, whimpering softly.
Alexei pins one of John’s legs to his side, pressing two of the lube coated fingers against John’s pink hole, circling the rim gingerly.
John gasps, whimpering softly as his puckered hole his teased. He bites his lip, turning his face away from the scene unfolding. "F-Fuck..."
Alexei leans over John, “Look at me.” He demands, pushing one of the fingers inside, and then the other thick digit immediately after.
John turns his head to look at Alexei, his brows upturning as a finger is slipped inside him. He moans as another stretches him open, panting heavily as his cock stiffens in the lace surrounding it.
Alexei curls the fingers, already beginning to work John’s tight hole open. “Good boy. Good little soldier.” He purrs, before pressing their lips together.
John melts at the praise, his hole relaxing for Alexei to work his fingers further inside him. He eagerly kisses Alexei, tasting the smoke and vodka on his lips.
Alexei nips and sucks at John’s lips, kissing him aggressively as he presses a third finger into John’s hole, the lube making squelching sounds.
John lets out a cry into Alexei's mouth as he's stretched open further, and he grabs onto Alexei's shoulders. His fingers dig into his skin, leaving marks.
Alexei smirks against John’s lips, and he savors the feeling of those untrimmed nails pressing into his shoulders. “Fuck… So pretty, little soldier…”
John groans, his hole clenching around Alexei's fingers. "Please... please more..."
Alexei chuckles, the sound rumbling as he pushes the last two fingers in, and he’s practically fucking John with his entire hand.
John's eyes roll back, and he goes slack on the bench, allowing himself to be played with like a toy. "Oh fuck..." He moans, his pink rim stretching to fit Alexei's thick fingers.
Alexei can’t help the little groan he lets out as he ruts his still clothed cock against John’s ass between pushes of his fingers.
Alexei grins, excited to see whatever pretty face the former Captain makes when he’s orgasming. “Go on, little soldier. Cum for me.”
John whines, his body tensing up as he nears orgasm. His warm walls constrict around Alexei's fingers, and he moans from how amazing it feels. He opens his mouth and gasps as he starts to cum, his hips twitching as his cock spurts into his blue lace thong.
Alexei takes in the sight, savoring every juicy moment of it as he watches the tiny cock spurt a load into the thong.
John looks blissful as he cums, a little smile on his face as he rides out his orgasm. The tension suddenly leaves his body, leaving him gasping for breath.
Alexei splays out his fingers, helping John through his intense orgasm as he uses his other hand to unzip his pants, freeing his thick throbbing cock from its prison.
John twitches on the bench, his eyes glazed over from pleasure. He eyes Alexei's cock, his hole stretched and ready to try and fit the monster of a dick inside him. He hooks his arms under his knees, pulling his legs back to give Alexei full access.
This came to be out of nowhere (so it's kinda a headcanon) but if Alexei and John ever came across a lost kid they would inadvertently become lost kids themselves, suddenly not sure where they are and where they were going and probably panicking. At least until one of them remembers that they're full grown adults with cellphones. They swore each other to secrecy because even they know this is a dumb thing to lose their minds over.
The lost kid would also be so entertained by their stupidity that he's now a big fan (simply because I say so) especially when they do eventually help him find his parents
Alexei has no sense of direction. He could get lost in a grocery store parking lot.
