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ghoapening · 1 month ago

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i got a mad case of brainworms, so here's a lil thing continuing from this

it's super rough and unedited but i, like, need to excise it from my brain or i will never know peace again

cw: angst, jealousy, feelings of inadequacy, mmf threesome, pregnancy talk/kink, unedited with an abrupt ending

everything changes when the stranger arrives.

nikolai is in the village bartering firewood for meat when the stranger shows up on horseback, meeting you alone as you do your needlework in the sunshine. he looks tired, dark circles under sky blue eyes and a slumping posture that indicates he's been traveling for quite some time. the second he spots you, his brows furrow, as if you were a stain on an otherwise pristine dress.

slowly you get to your feet to receive your unexpected visitor, and you can't help but nervously bite at your lip. it's only been a few months since your arrival in kievan rus, and your grasp of the language is still shaky. despite your best efforts. you're not sure you'll make the best impression on this man, what with your broken grammar and thick accent.

"good afternoon." you call out as his horse slows to a stop.

"good afternoon." the stranger echoes, his gaze scanning everywhere but where you're standing. "is this still the home of nikolai?"

"yes. he is at market. he will return soon."

the stranger makes no move to dismount, apparently content to stare down at you from horseback with a solemn expression, eyebrows seemingly permanently furrowed. the lingering silence is uncomfortable, to say the least, and it occurs to you that you should be a good hostess- after all, you want to make a good impression on whoever this is that is looking for your husband, don't you?

"would you like tea? i will make supper soon, are you hungry?" you offer somewhat timidly, the rus words feeling clumsy in your mouth. the stranger stares at you a beat longer before he nods silently and dismounts his horse with a grunt, tying it's reins to a tree.

"didn't know nikolai had hired a cook." the stranger says, and it's hard to tell, but it almost sounds accusatory. there's a distaste in his tone that

"he didn't. i'm his wife." you reply, watching in confusion as the stranger grimaces, eyes closing tightly for a moment as he wrinkles his nose and sneers. he's an odd one, this stranger, and suddenly you think maybe it was a bad idea to offer to feed him. all he's done since arriving is glare at you like you've personally insulted not just him, but his entire lineage simply by existing.

"and how long have you been his wife?" the stranger asks, barely concealing his anger in his tone. the leather of his gloves creaks as he balls his hands into fists around the reins, and a shiver of fear runs through you. this man is large- about as big as nikolai- and in less than ten minutes you've seemingly made him very angry. you don't know what he's capable of, what he wants, or how you're going to get out of this.

"only a few months. it was- ah, um, what's the- oh, right- a rushed wedding." you explain, stumbling over your rus. it's hard to keep the words in order, with how your scared brain keeps rattling your thoughts.

the stranger blinks, and then cocks his head, staring intently at your soft, round belly.

"you're pregnant, then?" he asks in perfect english, and the sudden shift in languages takes you by surprise.

"i- no. no, i'm not." you blurt out, completely stunned, covering your stomach with your embroidery work in a fit of self-consciousness. "you speak english!"

"as do you, it would seem." the stranger says curtly, arms crossing over his broad chest as he steps closer, and you instinctually step back to maintain your distance. alarms are going off in your head- something is very, very wrong here, and just as you're about to silently beg god for help, nikolai appears over the shoulder of the approaching stranger.

"nikolai! we have company!" you call out, and the stranger turns smartly on his heel to follow your gaze to your dumbfounded looking husband.

a tense silence falls between the three of you, the two men staring open-mouthed at one another as you glance between them. in the entire time you've known him, nikolai has never looked so surprised, so blindsided- even when he wound up with a wife he never intended to take. he doesn't look at you at all, those dark eyes staring right into the stranger's blue ones, and you can tell just by the look on his face that he knows this man.

something itches under your skin, something uncomfortable and undeniable, making you want to retreat away from whatever this is, to hide in your bed under all of your blankets and wait for nikolai to join you and kiss away your anxieties.

"i- i will get supper started." you blurt out before dashing into the house, closing the door a little too firmly behind you, as if to keep all of your anxieties locked outside in the cool spring air with nikolai and your visitor. something is happening- you can't tell what, but you can feel that it isn't something small. maybe he's a mercenary hired to kill nikolai, or a tax collector, or someone from your uncle sent to fetch you, or-

"you said you would wait!"

the stranger's voice cuts cleanly through your thoughts, booming through the walls with the naked fury dripping off of every syllable. nikolai's voice is muffled, but sounds just as urgent in reply.

something is happening, but it's hard to say what, exactly. you busy yourself with putting together the stew, throwing in whatever you can to make it as hearty as possible. maybe full stomachs will help cooler heads prevail? it's a hail mary, a shot in the dark, but all you can do is keep yourself busy and out of nikolai's way while he deals with this stranger.

fragrant herbs, bits of leftover vegetables, and some meat scraps are all reverently added to the pot like offerings to god- and maybe they are. you find yourself whispering prayers to anyone who will listen- please let us be safe, please let this be nothing, please don't turn my life upside down again.

it feels like ages until nikolai and the stranger enter your home together, both looking a little worse for wear. it looks like they've been fighting, the way they're both mussed and dirty, but there's no blood and the only bruise you see is just starting to form along nikolai's jaw.

"smells good, sunshine." nikolai says casually as he approaches, clearly doing his best to keep you at ease. the stranger contents himself with leaning against the wall by the door, as if guarding the exit, and it frightens you in a way you can't begin to verbalize.

"nikolai- your face- are you all right?" you ask quietly, staring at the dark spot that's blooming along your husband's jaw.

"yes, of course, there is no need to worry." he says easily, but you can tell something is wrong. he's not holding you the way he normally would, in fact, he's not touching you at all. there's distance he's maintaining between you, and judging by the glare you're receiving from the man by the door, you suspect your visitor has something to do with it.

"do you remember on the first day we met, i asked if there was anyone back home waiting for you?" nikolai asks, and the forced gentleness in his voice only stirs up your anxieties.

"there isn't, i swear it. i didn't lie to y-" nikolai presses a single finger to your lips, stopping you from spiraling out.

"i know there isn't. you're a good girl, you don't lie to me." nikolai soothes. "do you remember what i told you about my own- mm, attachments?"

all thoughts in your head come to a screeching halt as dots start to connect. surely this stranger must be the brother or cousin of his previous paramour, come to make sure nikolai is still waiting on his relation?

"y-you said that they left, that you hadn't heard anything from them in years." you whisper, horrified. your voice shakes, and there's a stinging in your sinuses that lets you know tears are on the way. "is- is that not true?"

"it's true. i had thought he was maybe dead, but it would seem he is not." nikolai takes a half step back to glance at the stone-faced stranger that is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. "this is john."

oh.

that explains why this home seemed already built for two- because it was. this was nikolai and john's home long before it was ever yours. you are the interloper, the other woman, the obstacle to be dealt with, not john. that explains his simmering hostility towards you, and the shocked and embarrassed look on nikolai's face upon seeing the two of you together.

it's hard to breathe, hard to think, hard to do anything but burst into tears and sob into your own hands as you sink to the floor. you're going to be abandoned again, you're sure of it- forced from the house you'd hoped would become your home. there's no way john will allow you to stay, right? you're the homewrecker who took his man while he was away, after all. you'll have to find somewhere new to live- somewhere far away that will take a disgraced woman without asking too many questions.

the idea of starting over again is painful, too much to bear, and that pain pushes you to forgo any and all dignity in order to beg to keep what little you have.

"please don't make me leave, i have nowhere to go!" you sob into your hands, and you can't help but startle a little as broad hands pet over your head and the back of your neck.

"oh, my sweet girl." nikolai murmurs, kneeling beside you. "i don't want you to leave. nothing has changed between you and me. you are still my wife, and i still want to try. will you keep trying? for me?"

"try what, exactly?" john snaps from across the room, and the bitterness in his tone makes you flinch.

"it is my fondest wish that my two most beloved people also love one another. nothing could make me happier than the three of us living in harmony together. it's springtime, and the ground is just soft enough that we could build somewhere new to live- somewhere bigger, further into the woods and away from prying eyes." he rubs his hand down your spine as you stare at him, open-mouthed with shock. "the three of us could be so happy, if we all just try."

"no." john vetoes immediately, sneering and shaking his head. "i can't- i won't- you- you're asking too much, nik."

fresh tears stream down your face. if john is setting an ultimatum for nikolai to pick, you're going to lose. the two of them have history, the depths of which you know nothing about- but is sounds like nikolai waited three years for john. clearly there's a bond between them that is older and stronger than anything you and your husband have. john is the long lost love that finally returned home- you're just the fat foreigner who was dumped on nikolai to pay a debt a few months ago. your relationship with nikolai is not the same as john's, and you know it.

nikolai looks heartbroken, the large hand on your back has come to a standstill, curled into a weak fist as he looks at john. there's so much love in that gaze, so much hope, and it makes you feel sick to your stomach. there's too many strong emotions inside of you, all wrestling around, too big for your body.

the worst thing about it is that no one is to blame. it would be so much easier if there was a villain to hate, someone to point the finger at and take out your pain on. instead, there's just two lovers separated by space and time, and the poor fool who wound up wed and in love with one of them.

you can't help but try to hang onto your marriage with your fingernails dug in. being nik's wife has been a bright spot in your life- he's been so attentive, so kind, so affectionate. he's taken to the roles of husband, teacher, and cultural guide so beautifully, and all for you. he's made you feel special and desirable- so much so that it's sometimes hard to remember that the two of you were thrown together as a desperate attempt to pay a debt and not brought together by cupid himself.

god help you, but you do love nikolai. the worst part of all of this is seeing him despair. just looking at his jaw flex as he tries to keep his composure is torture- he didn't do anything wrong, all he did was love you, and he's being punished for it. you've never seen anyone look so miserably unhappy. it's unbearable, watching the man you love so dearly suffer so much, all because of you.

"please don't be angry with him." you blurt out, voice watery with your still-flowing tears. "i had nowhere to go, and he saved me. my uncle abandoned me here- traded me like a mule to a man who owed nikolai a debt. nikolai could have refused me and left my fate to a man who sees me like property- but instead he took me in, and married me so i could stay respectable. so please, i understand how much pain you must feel, but don't be angry with nikolai. i know my husband, i know the way he loves. if he had known you were alive, he would not have married me."

the admission hurts, but it would feel worse not to try to give nikolai some of his happiness back by holding it in.

john's stern expression softens, if only minutely. there's a tense silence as he swallows hard, clearly thinking about what he's about to say.

"do you love him?" he asks with a forced-evenness to his tone.

"of course i do." you admit, wiping the tears off of your cheeks with your sleeves. "surely you of all people can understand. how could i not?"

john exhales a sour laugh, nodding his head and dropping his gaze to his feet. nikolai pats your back gently before standing and helping you up off of the floor.

"for three years, i heard nothing from you while you were off on the crusade. i thought you had died out there in your holy lands. i was alone and lonely for years when a sweet, pretty girl was suddenly dropped in my lap. how could i resist making such a lovely creature my wife?" nikolai says softly.

"you said you would wait." john mutters bitterly, still staring at the floor. there's less bite to his words, he sounds more resigned to unhappiness than anything else.

"and i did. for years, i waited without hearing word from you. please, john- understand that i do not love you less simply because i am married." nikolai says, stepping closer to john, wrapping his arm around the other man's waist. "i didn't stop loving you, not for a moment. please, my love, don't be angry."

something behind your ribs clenches when you to see your husband wrapping himself around this stranger and calling him his love, and it's a real fight to push down the urge to be jealous and bitter. john was here first, after all. if anyone is a usurper, it's you. nikolai has been doing you a kindness once again by asking john to try, to attempt to love you, or at the very least, allow you to stay.

john's eyes flick up to the miserable expression on your face, although it's hard to tell if he's drinking it in like sweet vengeance or simply gauging how awful you feel. nikolai's arm around john's waist tightens as your husband whispers something into your visitor's ear, and you can't help but feel awkward and self conscious, standing away from these long-parted lovers like the unexpected intruder that you are.

the hiss of the stove pulls your attention away from them for a moment, and you immediately scramble to save the stew that's currently boiling over.

"shit shit shit shit." you whisper to yourself, taking it off the heat and stirring madly, hoping it didn't scald on the bottom of the pot. from behind you, you can hear nikolai speaking lowly to john, trying not to be overheard as you do your best to salvage the meal.

"she's a good girl, john. you can see that, can't you? get to know her, i think you will like her as much as i do." nikolai practically purrs in rus.

"she does seem sweet. any other wife would've tried to throw me out by now." john agrees quietly.

"she is too sweet to do such a thing. she's so good for me- i have no doubt she would be good for you, too." there is a small pause. "ah, i have missed you so much."

even over the sound of the woodstove and your own curses, you can hear the sound of a wet kiss behind you, and it makes your heart clench a little and you have to take a deep, measured breath through your nose to stave off more tears. the future is terribly uncertain, moreso now than when you were first dumped on nikolai's doorstep.

you narrow your focus to the task at hand, ladling stew into bowls and setting them at the table with some bread for your husband and guest at the only two chairs at the table. it's easier that way- if you concentrate hard enough on not spilling, you can tuck away the anxiety that's making your stomach churn.

broad, familiar hands find your hips, steering you like a wheelbarrow towards a chair and pulling you to sit on nikolai's lap as john's eyes lock in on the meal in front of him from across the table, clearly not wanting to watch you perch on his beloved.

"sunshine, tell me how you are feeling." nikolai instructs, brushing a stray hair off of your face.

"afraid." you blurt out, and john's attention silently snaps to your face.

"afraid? of what?" nikolai urges gently.

"losing you. ruining your happiness. ruining john's happiness. being in the way. being left behind again." the confession flows freely from your lips like the stream that cuts around the village, and sounds just as watery. confiding in nikolai has always felt so easy and safe, even with john's presence you can't help but tell him the truth when he demands it. nikolai continues to smile at you softly, his hand running a soothing path up and down your arm as he opens his mouth to speak.

"you won't." john says unexpectedly, surprising both you and nikolai. he pushes his chair back from the table a little and pats his thigh. "come here, sweetheart. let's talk a bit."

anxiously, you look to nikolai. there's so much naked hope on his face as he stares back at john, dumbstruck by this turn of events. it takes him a moment to notice you looking to him- for approval, for guidance, for support- but when he does, he smiles at you so brightly that you feel instantly reassured.

"go on, now. go to john." he encourages you with a pat on your hip as you slide off of his thigh and awkwardly settle yourself on a stranger's lap. he holds one of your hands in his, holding you close with a solid arm around your waist.

"i have to apologize. you surprised me when you told me that nikolai was married, and. well. i'm a soldier, i don't enjoy surprises." john tells you as he looks you dead in the eye, his hand experimentally squeezing at your hip. "nik says he wants us all to love each other. the three of us. do you think such a thing is possible?"

"i hope so." you say quietly. "that sounds like the happiest possible way for this to go, don't you think?"

john huffs out a surprised laugh, and shares an amused glance with nikolai across the table.

"sweet girl, you think you could love me too? you don't even know me." john asks, tone teasing.

"if nikolai loves you as deeply as i suspect he does, i imagine loving you won't be very hard at all." you reply simply, enjoying the way it obviously catches john off guard for a moment. surprise melts away into something akin to fondness as he tucks his chin to his chest to look you straight on.

"for what it's worth- i don't think you could ever ruin my happiness, sweetheart. i'm sorry i made you think that you did. let me make it up to you?" there's a twinkle in john's eye, something you don't quite know how to interpret yet.

"how?" you ask cautiously.

the hand on your hip slides lower, fully palming your ass. your breath is caught in your lungs- it's hard to breathe. you're beyond conflicted, unsure of what to do as john cups your face with a broad palm and leans in close.

"yessss." nikolai breathes from across the table, and his encouragement is the only thing that keeps you from panicking as john licks into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours as he kisses you desperately, only pausing to laugh when nikolai groans loudly from across the table.

"oh, you like that, nik?"

"i do. i really, really do."

"you're not jealous? not even a little?" john asks with a raised brow.

"i told you once that everything of mine is yours. it's still true, you know," nikolai says, already sounding a little breathless as he palms the front of his trousers. "and my wife is no exception to that."

"you think i should take her to bed? hm? you want to show me what tricks you've taught her?" john asks nikolai as if you aren't even there, his hand still kneading at the fat of your ass, and it leaves you a little dizzy and breathless. "and afterwards you can show me what tricks she taught you?"

"we can both take her to bed, god knows she deserves to get her pussy licked and fucked at the same time." nikolai says with a smirk, getting to his feet. "what do you think, sunshine? you want to have some fun with john and me?"

the question seems to be entirely rhetorical, the way he shucks his shirt off midsentence and continues on a path towards the bed.

"is that allowed?" you blurt out, confused. you've never heard of anything like this before, and you're pretty sure married women aren't supposed to lie with anyone but their husbands... but is it alright if they have permission?

"it is if everyone agrees to it." john says gently, his eyes searching your face. "don't have to agree to it if you don't want it, love. can just go back to talkin', if you want."

"come talk over here where i can touch you both!" nikolai calls out from the bed, surprising a laugh from both you and john.

"has he always been like this?" you ask sliding off of john's lap, and john smiles warmly at you.

"always." the chair legs groan as they're shoved across the floor, and john keeps his hand on your ass as the two of you cross the house to find nikolai, shirtless and fully reclined in bed like a cat in a sunbeam.

"do we need to talk some more, or can we fuck about this?" nikolai asks, his gaze shifting between you and john.

"i'm done talking for now." john says, looking to you. "nervous?"

"yes." you admit, and nikolai coos at you.

"my love, there is nothing to be nervous about. we will take such nice care of you- just like i know you will be so good for us." nikolai says, unlacing his trousers.

broad hands slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back until you feel a broad chest and a hard cock pressing up against you.

"look at how happy he is to see us together like this." john murmurs lowly so only you can hear, nose pressed to your temple. nikolai watches the two of you from the bed, swallowing audibly when one massive palm slides up to cup your breast, squeezing gently as you feel john's breath fan against your ear. "do you think he's dreamed of it before? or is this a new fantasy of his?"

"take her dress off." nikolai instructs breathlessly, earning him a chuckle from john.

"still demanding in bed, i see." you can almost hear the smirk in john's voice from over your shoulder.

"you like taking orders, it's why you're a soldier. now come on." nikolai says, gesturing at you.

"do you take orders, sweetheart?" john wonders aloud as his calloused fingers tug at the laces running up your front, deftly loosening them to slide them free.

"she does." nikolai answers for you, awkwardly wriggling out of his trousers. "i told you, she's a very good girl."

"i believe it." john mutters against your skin before diving in to press a sucking kiss to your neck, hands pulling at your layers, stripping you free of them. rough hands glide over your soft body, squeezing and caressing you all over as each part of you is exposed. as soon as you're completely nude, john takes a step back, eyes raking over your plush figure.

"you see why i had to keep her." nikolai jokes lightly, clearly enjoying the way john is staring so hungrily at his wife.

"i do." john replies with a lot more warmth than you'd expected, hands trailing over your silhouette, tracing over the curves of your body.

self-consciousness brings you warmth where the nakedness of your body would normally bring a chill. two sets of eyes- one well known brown and one unfamiliar blue- roaming all over your soft figure, taking in every inch of you.

"both of you are too far away. come here." nikolai complains and pats at the blankets, summoning you and john to his side.

john dutifully pulls off his shirt and climbs into bed, and you can't help but admire the way the muscles of his back and shoulders move under his skin as he crawls up to nikolai and drops a kiss to his collarbone. dark eyes meet yours with a knowing smile creasing the corners.

"sunshine, we should give john a proper welcome home." nikolai says, pressing john's shoulder blades to the mattress and leaning in for a kiss. "why don't you show him what you can do with your mouth, hm?"

there's a restless energy in you now, anxiety and nervousness morphed into something new and shiny and better. you clamber onto the bed, trying to find space for yourself in a bed already filled with two large bodies, and settle between john's legs. nimble fingers make quick work of the laces on his trousers, and you hesitate before reaching in.

john's kissing nikolai passionately, arms wrapped around your husband like he might never let go. they're so close, almost chest to chest, and it's overwhelming to see. you don't feel jealous so much as inadequate, like the odd man out in your own marital bed.

"don't tease, sunshine." john says between wet kisses. "i want your mouth, too."

"sorry." you whisper, and before you can let the guilt sink in, nikolai turns and has his mouth on yours, staking his claim on you.

"nothing to be sorry for, nothing. such a good girl." nikolai reassures you with his forehead pressed to yours. john fishes himself out of his trousers and he strokes himself lazily, watching the two of you intently.

nikolai bats john's hand away, holding his cock as he reels you in for another kiss. his free hand plants itself around the back of your neck, pulling you downwards until you're both messily kissing around the head of john's leaking cock.

"thassit, thassit, oh yeah." he swallows audibly, threading his fingers through nikolai's hair and tentatively placing his hand on the back of your head, encouraging you both to continue sloppily making out over his cock.

any hesitation you could possibly have is drowned out by nikolai's enthusiasm. he seems happier than a pig in shit, moaning into your mouth and against john's cock, occasionally sliding the head fully between his lips before letting it out with a sucking pop. he's clearly enjoying himself, which puts you a little more at ease. you just try to follow his lead, to give john the wet heat of your mouth as you try to lick and suck nikolai's tongue. it's awkward and unpracticed, but you're determined to make this work.

nikolai breaks away suddenly, john's fingers tangled in his hair as he's led up the mattress. it doesn't take a genius to know what's expected of you, and the large hand resting on the back of your head barely has to push you towards john's cock before you're taking it into your mouth, bobbing your head at a decent pace as you try to maintain suction with stretched-out lips.

above you, you can hear john and nick making out, wet sucking kisses and deep, throaty moans filling your home as you lick at the underside of john's cock, feeling the throbbing of a vein against your tongue.

"you found such a good girl for us, nik." john pants against your husband's lips. "any other wife would hate me right now."

"i told you she's special." nikolai's palm rests on the back of your head as you continue to bob up and down over john's length. his finger taps twice, a signal to take john as deep as you can and swallow around him. it's easier to do with john than nikolai- john isn't small, necessarily, but he's blessedly less girthy than nikolai is. it still makes you sputter and gag as the head of his cock pops into your throat, but at least it doesn't go too much further than that.

john's hand shoots down, covering nik's and holding you in place. it's a heady feeling, having both of them use you like this for john's pleasure. it feels like you're accomplishing something here- ingratiating yourself to john, pleasing nikolai, doing what you're told and being of use to them both while still staying out of the way and allowing them to reconnect after being parted for so long.

the girth of him still feels like a challenge to swallow around, but when you manage it, you can feel his cock start to pulse between your lips and on your tongue, his balls drawing up against your chin as he empties himself directly down your throat, bypassing your tongue and sparing you the salty-bitter taste of cum. all you can now do is continue to hold your breath and wait for the solid hand that's holding you down to let you go so you can pull off again.

john moans above you, and it stokes the wet heat that's building between your legs. there's a little relief to be found when you rub your thighs together, but it's not enough.

"sweetheart," john coos down at you, finally letting you go so you can gasp for the air you've been denied. "i think it's your turn now, isn't it? you've been so sweet, working so hard to make me feel nice. come here, come lie down. you alright?"

you nod as you cough a bit, still trying to get your air back. nikolai rubs circles onto your back and presses kisses to your cheeks.

"come here, lie against me." he instructs, leaning back on his side and pulling you close, back to chest, hooking a hand under your thigh to hold your leg up and expose your pussy to john. you can feel his heavy cock twitching against you, leaking against your thigh as he gets the two of you situated.

"you fit in there?" john asks nikolai, his thumb swiping through your wet folds.

"barely." replies nik, readjusting his grip on your raised leg. "give her a kiss, john. i like watching you be sweet to my girl."

"our girl, now." john corrects him, and you can feel your heart do a happy little backflip beneath your ribs.

"mm, yes. our girl." nikolai echoes against your shoulder right as john licks a broad stripe up over your clit. it's hard to see over the soft mound of your stomach, but judging by the way his knuckles keep brushing against your thigh, it seems he's stroking nikolai as he sucks and licks over your clit.

you can feel that liquid heat between your legs grow, a strange pressure increasing in your body, waiting for release. there's something so delicious about having this stranger's mouth in such an intimate area, all with your husband's enthusiastic blessing. you can't help but cry out a little when john pulls off of you with a wet pop, only to take nikolai into his mouth for a moment and the press your husbands spit-slick cock inside of you.

with a groan against your shoulder and his arms clutching onto you like a vise, nikolai wastes no time rocking his hips, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside of you, stretching you out and making your sopping wet pussy squelch with the intrusion.

it feels like tonight is the night for trying new things, taking everything you thought you knew about yourself and turning it on it's head. you've had sex with nikolai many times since becoming man and wife, but having john here, his tongue laving over where nikolai is sliding inside of you, makes the thrill that much sweeter.

john's hand roams up your body, groping your tit and plucking at your nipple just hard enough to have you gasping and mewling. it's like your body doesn't know what to do with this much touch and attention, making you jerk and moan in nikolai's tight grip around your waist.

"i love you, i love you so fucking much, nothing has changed, nothing at all. i'm the happiest man alive." nikolai pants over your shoulder, and you know without question that he's speaking to both you and john. blue eyes stare up at you from between your legs, and you can't help but reach out and card your fingers through his hair as he continues to lick over nik's balls and your pussy, lavishing you both with attention.

with a lascivious wink, john latches onto your clit, sucking and licking with a renewed fervor until your eyes roll back and you start to shake. it's almost too much- the stretch and pressure of the fat cock pumping deep inside of you paired with the wet heat and suction of john between your legs.

never in your life have you had an orgasm like this. it tears through you like nothing you've ever experienced- making you shake and cry out as you feel an onslaught of pleasure crash over you like a wave and pull you into the undertow, drowning you in it. your back arches, your eyes roll into the back of your head, your toes curl, and for a single, perfect moment, you would swear your soul left your body.

right when it starts to become painful, nikolai lets go of your leg, pulling john off of your clit and onto his balls as he continues to fuck you.

"shit, this fucking pussy is going to make me cum." nikolai grows out in rus, but you can't parse out his full meaning. john does, though.

"i'll lick it out of her and replace it with my own. how will it feel, watching your wife carry my baby?" john replies in rus, and you can't help but shudder at his words as nikolai fills your pussy with a groan, pressing himself in as deep as possible while he empties himself inside you. there's a few moments of silence as he holds you tight before pulling out and flopping bonelessly against the bed.

"like heaven." nikolai finally responds in english, panting as he catches his breath. "that baby will still be mine, because both of you are mine."

john laughs as he crawls up the bed towards you, mirth crinkling the corners of his eyes as he lays down next to you, running his fingertips lightly over the hills and valleys of your body.

"can i fuck you too, sweetheart?" john asks, leaning in to brush the side of his nose against yours. "think you can take more cum? i promise, i'll make it nice."

his words are dizzying, leaving you speechless in your post-orgasm glow. all you can do is nod a little dumbly, which earns you a chuckle and a kiss before john repositions you flat onto your back.

"do you even remember how to fuck a girl?" nikolai teases from beside you, and john throws him a dirty look.

"never forgot. sounds like you might've had a few false starts on your honeymoon, though." john fires back, and it makes you snort.

"it would certainly explain a few things." you tease nikolai, who gasps mock-indignantly as john throws his head back and laughs.

"i changed my mind, i don't want you to get along anymore." nikolai deadpans, which only makes you laugh harder.

"too bad, nik. should've married someone surlier." john half-jokes as he slides the head of his cock between your puffy, cum-slicked folds. you're still sensitive, and can't help but gasp a little as he nudges you clit on every pass.

"you should see her in the mornings, then." nikolai teases, pressing a kiss to your temple as he cuddles up next to you, apparently ready to hold you while another man fucks you.

there's no warning when john pushes in, and the two of you moan in unison. the stretch isn't as severe as nikolai, but it's still delicious when he rocks himself deeper and deeper inside, only pausing for a moment when he bottoms out.

"fuck, nik. she's so soft, so tight, and so bloody warm. fuck, just so nice to touch-" john pants, digging his fingers into the ample fat of your hips. "how have you not knocked her up yet?"

"not for lack of trying, believe me." nikolai jokes, running his hand over john's thigh. "but maybe you'll have better luck, mm?"

that seems to spur john on, quickening his tempo, getting him to grind his hips against you to give your clit just enough friction to make sparks go off behind your eyes.

"how does he feel, sunshine?" nikolai practically purrs from right next to you, pushing some hair off of your sweaty forehead. "does john fill you up nicely?"

"yes-" you turn to look at nikolai, but john's hand darts out and grabs your jaw, holding your head still.

"eyes on me, sweetheart. look at me when i'm fucking you." john orders as he rocks his hips, and you can only nod a little bit in his tight grip. your husband chuckles in your ear.

"and you thought i was bossy." nikolai's voice teases directly into your ear.

"you are." you and john say simultaneously, and john groans as you tighten around him while you laugh.

"oh, shit." he pants, grabbing one of your legs and hiking it up a bit higher, holding you behind the knee as he keeps pistoning his cock into your sopping wet pussy. you can feel the pressure change inside of you, making the drag of john's cock even more delicious.

"suck her tits, she likes that." nikolai instructs, watching hungrily as john continues to piston himself between your legs. "she makes such pretty sounds when you lick circles on them, like this."

he leans forward, cupping a breast and latching on, making your breath rattle in your chest as your eyebrows tent. it's so good, you can feel yourself getting worked up again, and you vaguely wonder how many orgasms you could possibly have in one night before your body shatters into a million pieces.

john watches with rapt attention as nikolai gets your eyes rolling back, a staccato moan escaping your lips.

"such a good girl, letting me keep him without a fuss. letting me have you, too. good girls deserve rewards, don't you think, nik?" john asks before he bends down to take your free nipple into his mouth. your back arches of it's own accord, your pussy clenches down on his cock, and when nikolai reaches between you and john to rub at your clit, you fully white out.

it's a ruinous thing, having everything you want all at the same time, and your mind has trouble functioning as you feel everything at once- a fat cock stretching your wet pussy, nimble fingers working your pearl, two warm, clever mouths sucking and licking at your tits. it's just so much, and the pleasure pulls you under like a strong current in a river, making you feel just as floaty and breathless.

john groans at the way you've clamped down around his cock like a vise, his ministrations on your breast cut short as he concentrates on fucking you through your orgasm. nikolai knows your body well now, knows to pull back and let you recover a bit after an orgasm that big.

"can you keep going, sunshine?" nik asks, as you hiss and flinch at the onslaught of overstimulation.

"i- ah!- i'm sorry-" you apologize to john, who immediately picks up the hint and pulls out, his hand immediately working over his cock as he chases his own release.

"shh, shh. it's all right. no need to be sorry. i'll help john, you just lie there where i can see you." nik says with a quick kiss to your cheek before manhandling john onto his back next to you.

"is that all right? a- are you sure you don't want just you and him?" you ask, eyes wide as you watch nikolai take john's cunt-slicked cock, line it up against his own, spit into his hand and grasp them both.

"some other time, tonight i want my beloveds together, even if you're just resting." nikolai assures you before he leans down on one hand to kiss john messily, hips bucking.

using your slick, he slides his cock over john's, holding them both in his massive grip as his hips rock. the pace nikolai sets is brutal, primal, almost animalistic. he's far and away much more gentle with you- you're pretty sure if you received this same treatment, you'd break. not john, though, he seems to be having a fantastic time if the way he's grabbing at nikolai's shoulders and bucking to meet his thrusts.

for the briefest of moments, you feel like an intruder in your own home, like despite john seeming to have come around to the idea of sharing nikolai with you that you're truly not supposed to be here- but then nikolai looks at the two of you and sighs contentedly to himself in rus.

"oh, my loves."

"missed you. it's so good to be home." john rasps against nikolai's lips as the bed rocks with the sheer force of your husband's exertion.

"i am glad you feel that way, because i am never letting you leave again." nikolai growls playfully back, nipping at john's throat as he continues to rock his hips, sliding his cock over john's.

"i won't- especially not now that you've found me a pretty, soft wife to play with when you go off to chop trees." john winks at you seconds before nikolai has his eyes rolling back in his head with a squeeze around his cock.

"you keep trying to test me, to make me jealous." nikolai pants in john's face. "the joke is on you- i've had many dreams about the two of you together. it's all i've wanted for weeks now. when i saw you outside today, i thought i must have conjured you with my mind- that's how much i've thought of it."

john looks to you with a knowing smile.

do you think he's dreamed of it before?

nikolai is getting so close- you can tell by the way his eyebrows tent up and he bites his lip. the bed continues to shake until john cums all over himself with a grunt, pearls of white liquid seeping into dense chest hair. nikolai isn't far behind, cumming loudly after a few strokes of his hand.

it's instinctual, getting up to grab a wet cloth to clean up with. nikolai usually falls asleep right after sex, so it's up to you to clean up if you don't want to sleep in layers of drying bodily fluids.

"thank you, sweetheart." john says gently as you clean him up, running a damp cloth through the dense hair on his body.

right before you finish and move on to help nikolai, he gingerly grabs your wrist, chastely kissing the back of your hand. he says nothing, but the look in his eye tells you all you need to know- that he's sincerely willing to try. it's not about sex, splitting chores, having heirs, or placating nikolai- he's willing to try because you're willing to try.

nikolai is already flopped onto his back and fading fast- but he perks up a bit more when you run your washcloth over him, scooting further into the middle of the bed when you're done and using those big hands of his to arrange you and john to his liking.

"here, you lie like this- yes, perfect, sunshine- and john, you come here. there." nikolai instructs, manuvering himself to the middle of the bed with you and john draped over either side of him. he looks like the king of the world in your small bed, flanked by his sated lovers and grinning like the cat the got the cream. he pets both of you, fingers brushing gently over your hair as all of you catch your breath in a heap.

"we're going to need a bigger bed." john grouses, his head resting on nikolai's shoulder. "and more chairs."

"mm. whatever you say." nikolai agrees, a big yawn punctuating his statement. you can't help but smile and settle in, snuggled close to nikolai, your hand resting on his chest right above his heart. john's large, warm fingers interlace between yours, and beneath your fingertips you can feel a contented rumble under nikolai's ribs.

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You always find Simon in the same spot—sitting on his couch with a mug of tea in one hand, the TV on but the volume low, like he’s watching it just for background noise. He barely moves when you come in, just shifts his head a little like he was expecting you, even though you never text to say you're coming.

“And then she rolled her eyes at me,” you say as you drop down next to him, letting out an annoyed sigh. “Like I was the one being unreasonable for asking her to hold the door.”

Simon doesn’t react right away, which isn’t unusual. He lets a second or two pass, like he’s thinking it through, even though he probably made up his mind as soon as he heard your tone. Finally, he hums quietly and says, “She’s not worth your breath,” while reaching over to pat the top of your head in that way he always does.

You don’t even bother hiding how much you like that. You lean into his hand just a little, and for a moment you let the annoyance melt off your face.

It’s always like this between you and Simon. You walk in, already mid-rant about something that annoyed you during training or some dumb argument someone had in the mess, and he just listens. Or, well—he sits there while you go off, mostly quiet, only chiming in with a few words here and there.

But he always makes it clear he’s paying attention. The way his eyes shift to look at you when your voice tightens. The way he’ll hand you a blanket or a snack before you even ask. The way he remembers the tiny details you forget you even told him.

You joke sometimes that you adopted him. That you took in this emotionally unavailable soldier who barely likes people and decided that he’s your best friend now, whether he wanted that or not. He never complains. He never tells you to leave. Even when you steal his cookies or fall asleep on his couch, he just lets you stay.

He’s quiet, sure, but he’s also dependable in a way that makes everything feel easier when you’re around him. You can talk to him for hours and he won’t interrupt, won’t judge, won’t try to fix it unless it’s something he can fix. And when it is, he usually does—without making a big deal out of it.

So when you started seeing that guy from base, Simon didn’t say anything. You thought maybe he just didn’t care, or that he wasn’t the type to get involved in stuff like that. He didn’t ask many questions. Just nodded and said, “He treatin’ you right?” in that low voice of his that didn’t give much away.

You smiled and said yes, because at the time, it felt like the right answer.

He stayed the same after that. Still your go-to person for venting. Still the only one who ever made you feel like you could talk without holding back.

But every now and then, you noticed something shift. He wouldn’t look at you as much when you brought up your boyfriend. He’d change the subject quicker. And when you said something like, “he forgot our plans again,” Simon would just sigh and hand you tea or cookies or whatever he had nearby, like he didn’t want to say what was really on his mind.

You remember one night clearly, when you showed up outside Simon’s door after a long shift. You were quiet, which was rare, and you didn’t even try to hide the frustration in your eyes.

“He forgot again,” you mumbled, pulling your knees up onto the couch. “Said he’d pick me up, and then just... nothing. Not even a text.”

Simon didn’t say much in response. He just handed you the remote and tapped your shoulder once, like that was his way of saying you deserved better without actually having to say the words out loud.

But the breaking point came later. One night, you showed up to his room without even thinking, your eyes red and puffy, your hands trembling a little as you wiped at your face. He didn’t ask what happened. He didn’t need to. He just stepped aside and let you walk in, like he’d been expecting you again, like he knew this was coming.

“He cheated,” you said, and the words felt so bitter and small in your mouth that you almost didn’t believe them yourself.

Simon pulled you into a hug before you could even finish the sentence. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to offer advice or tell you what you should’ve done. He just held you, solid and quiet, with one hand pressed between your shoulder blades and the other smoothing over your hair. You didn’t realize you were crying until your face was already buried in his shirt.

At some point, he moved you to his bed. You weren’t even sure how, but you ended up under his blanket, wrapped in warmth that didn’t come from the sheets, and you felt safer than you had in weeks. His voice was low when he whispered, “Don’t worry about it,” like he was promising to carry the weight of it for you.

You didn’t know it then, but he didn’t sleep that night. He stayed up until you were out cold, then got up quietly, left his room, and came back a few hours later like nothing happened. What you also didn’t know—what he would never admit unless you asked him directly—was that he had counted every single tear that rolled down your face. Every shaky breath, every time your chest stuttered with a sob. He remembered the number. Kept it in his head. Then found your ex and hit him that many times. One punch for every tear you cried.

A few days passed, and word started going around base that your ex hadn’t been seen. Missed duty. No one could get ahold of him. You didn’t ask Simon anything. You just looked at him across the mess hall, saw the way he was nursing a cup of tea with a blank expression and fresh tape wrapped around his hand, and something in your chest clicked into place.

You didn’t smile. Didn’t say anything. You just looked at him, and he looked back, and that was enough.

Later, after things calmed down, you found yourself back in his room. Same spot on the couch. Same blanket. Same you and Simon. But this time, out of nowhere, he said, “I’m in love with you.”

It wasn’t dramatic or emotional. He said it like it was just a fact—like he was finally telling the truth after hiding it for too long.

You blinked at him, not even sure you heard him right. “What?”

He shrugged a little, like it didn’t matter if you believed him or not. “Figured you should know.”

You didn’t know what to say right then. There was too much in your head. But a few days later, he took you somewhere quiet, away from base, with a folded blanket under his arm and your favorite cookies packed in a tin. He made tea and handed you the mug like he always did, and when you sipped it, it was just the way you liked it—strong, with that little bit of honey he adds even when you don’t ask.

You sat next to him, legs stretched out on the grass, shoulder pressed against his. After a while, you turned to look at him and said, “You’ve been looking at me like that for a long time, haven’t you?”

He tilted his head slightly. “Like what?”

“Like I’m your whole world.”

Simon didn’t answer right away, but the look on his face said more than words ever could. Then he reached over, patted your head like he always did, and said, “Yeah. That’s about right.”

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