#dmitri antonov x reader

[moooxy]

Idk but Lazy morning sex with Enzo

I got you guys…

Morning Glory (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) x f!Reader

Synopsis: You hate Sunday mornings, but your boyfriend knows how to make them better.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Squirting, unprotected sex, mutual masturbation, creampie

AN: just literal porn. No plot, just porn.

You hated Sunday mornings. You hated them because the night before you’d stumble home with Dmitri, he’d fuck you silly against your hallway wall and then he’d lay you in bed - forgetting to close your curtains. Then, you’d wake up in the morning too early due to the blinding sunlight. Dmitri always knew how to make those mornings better, though.

You groan, rolling over in your soft bedsheets. You clutch whatever you can to block out the light; whether it be a pillow, Dmitri’s arm, or even your crumpled dress from last night. This morning’s lucky pick was: Dmitri’s arm.

“Princess,” he sleepily moans out. “Close the curtains…”

“Can’t,” you whine. “‘M too comfy,” you nestle back into his chest. His arms are lazily wrapped around you, your legs intertwined in his.

“Come on,” he prompts you, fingers tapping your shoulder to wake you up. “We can go back to sleep,” he murmurs.

“Too cold. Wanna stay here,” you mumble into his bare chest. You can barely remember what happened last night, but the ache in between your legs solves that mystery.

You feel him drift back off to sleep, but you’re completely unsettled now. His lower half shifts against you, and you feel the fabric of his boxers brush against your naked core. It sends heat straight to the pit of your stomach, and there’s no chance you’re going back to sleep now.

“Dmitri,” you whisper. He groans, acknowledging you. “Can’t go back to sleep,” you frown. He glances down at you, eyes softening at your expression.

“Try for me, princess.” His tongue deliciously rolls the ‘r’, his accent always successfully sends you into orbit.

“‘M trying. I can’t,” you huff. Your hand touches his warm stomach, feeling the slight fluff of his snail trail. His fingers wrap around your wrist, gently stuffing them into his boxers and he sighs in relief.

You find his stiffening cock, fingers brushing against his balls which cause him to let out a weak gasp. “Naughty girl,” he says breathily. “Poor baby,” he whispers, accent as prominent as ever. “Need me to fuck you back to sleep?”

“Yes,” you moan at his words. “Please, Dmitri,” you mewl.

“Take it out then,” he gently orders you and you obey. He’s warm, hard, bulging already and you know he’s been awake longer than he lets on. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Stroke my cock,” he instructs. You spit onto your fingers, slathering his shaft with moisture before you start to jack him off at a painstakingly slow pace. “That’s my girl. Such a good pet, aren’t you?” He patronises, and you only hum in response.

His fingers tease along the flesh of your thigh, landing on your clothed pussy. He knows he doesn’t need to get you close for his cock, his fingers can do that in a matter of seconds. He just loves how responsive you are, he loves the cute little sounds you make - especially the sleepy ones.

Speaking of getting close, your hand progressed him further enough. He pulls your hand away, kissing your palm as he shuffles you closer to him. With his free hand, he hikes your leg up and you move your panties to the side. His cock presses against your pussy lips, he grinds his hips so his cock pushes against your already puckering hole.

“You ready?” He asks, voice raspy with desire. You nod, and he pushes himself inside of you slowly. It feels so fucking good, the burning sensation of his cock stretching your little hole feels so fucking refreshing. His pelvis slowly fucks into you, his lips capture yours in a heated kiss. His lips are wet, tongue is warm and he tastes of nothing - but through the kiss he made quiet groaning sounds and they drove you fucking crazy. “Your pussy is so perfect,” he rolls his ‘r’s, sending tingles down your spine. “Keep making those pretty sounds, princess.”

You obey him, and with each sound you make his pace quickens. Your fingers slide into his hair, his icy eyes are full of admiration as he gazes into your field of vision. The friction between his pubic area and your clit increases, and you feel yourself getting closer. “Fuck, ‘M close, Dmitri,” you whine.

“You can wait for me, can’t you princess?” He mumbles with his sexy Russian drawl, and you eagerly nod. “Good girl, I’m almost there baby, I promise.”

Your hips start to rock in time with his thrusts, your pussy clenches around him. His grunts signal that he’s approaching his climax, so you shove his free hand in your panties. Instantly, his fingers find your clit and push open your pussy lips. He knows what he’s doing, he’s a fucking professional at touching you. He wets his fingers using your pussy, dragging them to your clit. Then, he starts to rub in a figure ‘8’ whilst continuously thrusting his cock inside of you.

“Almost there,” he lowly moans, his hips plough into you faster. His grip on the underneath of your thigh painfully tightens, and his fingers on your clit rub impossibly fast. You know what he’s doing, he’s trying to make you fucking squirt.

“Dmitri, c-can’t take it. ‘M gonna squirt, ‘s too much.” You whimper into his chest, your fingers can’t help but cling onto and accidentally scratch his neck.

“You can. You want to be my good girl, don’t you?” He says sternly and you nod. “Then fucking take it,” he seethes. Then, he fucking breaks you. Your toes are clenching, fingers desperately gripping his skin, jaw clenched together so tightly you’re afraid your teeth might chip. The pit of euphoria explodes, and you’re fucking leaking all over his cock, all over your bed. “Good God,” he groans, the feeling of your wet pussy tightening around him pushes him over the edge, and he’s also releasing inside of you. He groans as he comes, before releasing your leg and lying on his back. “I made you squirt,” he mumbles with a proud grin.

“Not funny. Now we have to clean up,” you frown. He sits up, stabilising himself on his elbows. Your gaze falls to his flexing abs, but he quickly catches your attention with a sweet kiss. Surprisingly, the tickle of his moustache is the thing that really wakes you up.

“I’ll change the sheets,” he smirks. “Go run the shower for us.” He reaches out to you, hand cradling your cheek. He presses a kiss to your nose, “Beautiful girl,” he mutters with a grin. “All mine.”

You can’t help but blush, sliding out of bed. There’s cum dribbling down your thigh, along with the moisture of your ejaculation. He slaps your ass cheek, a boisterous grin on his face.

“I love you,” he adds just as you’re about to open the door.

“Love you too, baby.” You reply. You couldn’t be mad at the fact he gave you mind-blowing sex at… you check the clock in the hallway - 8.30 in the morning. You couldn’t be mad at his grin that reflected such innocence and devilishness.

[murdrdocs]

eyes on fire | d.antonov

description: after days of being missing, dmitri returns home, back to your arms and your embrace.

includes: SMUT 16+,angst, fluff, creampie, fingering, cunnulingus, they’re married, unprotected sex, crying during sex (but in a good way), cervix hitting, domestic bliss, probably spelling mistakes it’s late

a/n: dmitri deserves everything and i stand by that. title from ’eyes on fire’ by new foundation. probably good to listen to while reading but you do you .

word count: 1.9k+

You think you are hallucinating.

You have not gotten much sleep lately. Nor food, nor human interaction. You talk to Mikail, take him to school, and come back home to worry yourself numb. It’s all taken a toll on your body, and your mind.

Which is why you fully believe that you are hallucinating. But then a hand reaches out to you and touches your face. It is cold, so very cold, but it is his touch. It is Dmitri. Standing across from you, face sunken and bruised, teeth yellow and lips cracked. But it is still Dmitri.

He tells you everything in the kitchen. The place you two spent most of your time, apart from the bedroom and living room. You have a fire going in the fireplace here and in the living room. You are already warmed enough, but you strip down to just a tank and pants if it means that Dmitri can get sufficient warmth.

Tears come to your eyes as he details the sufferings he went through. He tells you about his American friend, and the other Americans that rescued him. He tells you about how Yuri betrayed him, and you briefly feel rage before you remember that none of it matters now.

Because here is Dmitri, sitting across from you on the floor in front of a raging fire.

He lets you clean him up in the bathroom. He asks where Mikhail is and you tell him that he is with a friend for the day and he will be home tonight. You tell him about the soup slowly cooking on the stove as your fingers scrub at his blonde hair. You hold back tears as you clean up his wounds, wiping and bandaging through sniffles and blurry eyes.

Dmitri kisses you and holds you when you break down, one hand thrown over his bruised back while the other holds a bloody cloth.

When he is cleaned up, and your face is as dry as it will get, he sits in the living room while you move around the kitchen. Preparing tea and baking bread that has already risen.

When you are done silently shedding tears in the kitchen, you join Dmitri on the couch. You both hold cups of tea, but only the contents of his decrease, while yours get cold.

When he finishes his, and you place your full cup on the coffee table, Dmitri looks over at you. His blue eyes shine, and his mustache twitches as he smiles at you.

“How much longer until Mikhail is expected?”

You glance at the clock on the wall, thinking for a second before you find Dmitri’s eyes again. “A few more hours.”

“And the bread?” He asks.

“A few more hours as well.”

His smile widens and you get that familiar fluttery feeling in your chest.

You throw your leg over both of Dmitri’s, straddling him and hovering over his lap. His hands find your hips and pull you down, setting you directly over his cock. Your flimsy pants can feel him through the fabric, and you are so needy and desperate that your jaw is already slack.

Your shaky hands hold Dmitri’s face between them as your lips find his, the metal on your ring finger cold against his cheek.

Your lips join each other in a well rehearsed dance, a type of coordination that can only come from knowing each other for years.

When you pull away, you are desperately kissing his neck, lips trying to touch as much of his flesh as you can, scared that he will disappear again.

“What do you want, Dmitri?” You manage to ask through gasps and kisses. “Whatever you want, I’ll give you.”

You level yourself out, staring at your husband head on with your noses almost touching from the close proximity. His hands grasp at your hips and waist as he thinks, his chest heaving up and down.

“You. I just want you.”

You are lifted up in a rush, legs wrapping around Dmitri’s waist as he carries you to your bedroom. He doesn’t drop you on the bed. Instead, he holds you secure as he presses a knee into the mattress, moving the two of you up until you are laying in the center of the piece of furniture.

When you are positioned, he pulls back from you just to sit there before you, blue eyes scanning your frame. Devouring you.

Your legs are bent and spread, arms sprawled out above your head. In an anxious tick, your tongue darts out to lick your lips and Dmitri mimics the action. You want to ask him what he is going to do. But you hold back and instead sit silently, patiently. Waiting.

When Dmitri does move, he is pulling the simple white tee over his head. You avoid looking at his chest in fear that you’ll see the scars and cry again. Instead, you just look at him.

You follow his gaze and movements, until your eyes land on your pants. Your hips lift to make it easier for Dmitri to shimmy your bottoms down until you are bare in front of him, no layer of panties to remove.

Dmitri does not waste time marveling at the view. The patience that you had always known him to have has been lost for the moment. Not that you mind.

You rise onto your elbows to watch your husband lower himself. His eyes hold yours as his mouth comes to your cunt, lips puckering to place a kiss over your clit. Your breath hitches in your throat from the action, and it seems to knock out of your body completely when Dmitri’s tongue comes in contact with the bundle of nerves.

He gets to work. Licking and kissing and sucking along your cunt, delivering special attention to your clit. It’s almost embarrassing with how quick you react, how quick your abdomen begins to tighten.

When his middle finger pokes past your entrance, your hand reaches down to wrap around his wrist. He halts, disconnecting from your clit to stare up at you. Your eyes blink open and you both sit still for a moment or two, but then he begins to move his wrist again and you let go.

“Relax,” He coos. It takes you longer than you liked to do so, but when you do, your muscles tighten. Your arms give out and you lay flat against the bed, back arching, hips moving away from Dmitri only to come back to him again. He speeds up, adding a second finger, his ring finger, to loosen you up all while he sucks and licks around your clit.

One of your hands reach down to tangle in Dmitri’s hair, pulling him closer until his nose is pressed into the groomed hair along your groin. He revels in the small act of authority, moaning around your clit, making you feel the vibrations just when you needed them most.

You come suddenly and with a loud cry, face scrunched up in pleasure as tears prickle behind closed eyes. You want to hold them back, but when you open your eyes to see your lover above you, they spill out on their own.

He lets you cry. Kissing your cheeks and forehead and nose and lips while he lifts your shirt over your head. He kisses your collarbones and shoulders and the tops of your boobs as he unclips your bra and throws it off to the side of the bed.

Your eyes are blurred again while he kisses down the center of your chest, stopping to delicately kiss each of your hardened, and slightly pained, nipples. But when he gets down to your fluttery belly, and kisses your navel, you see him clearly. His eyes staring up at you, cheeks flush, lips glistening and shining pink.

There’s so much behind those eyes. Pain, hurt, worry, frustration, anger, betrayal, acceptance, hope, happiness.

Love.

You pull him up into a kiss, trying to convey everything you cannot say and everything you feel through your lips. Dmitri gets the memo, he always does and you know it.

His pants and boxers were long gone and your legs spread wider as you welcomed him into you. You hook one leg over his back as he begins to rock into you. The curve of his cock pressing into you perfectly, molded into your canal in a snug fit. Almost as if you two were made for each other.

You hold him close to you, arms around his shoulders, heel of your foot pressing him into you. There’s barely enough room for him to move but that’s okay. You would be fulfilled with Dmitri just sitting inside of you, warm and reassuring.

He finds room to move anyway.

Deep thrusts that softly rock you up the bed each time. Each time, he seems to go deeper and deeper. One or two thrusts bringing the tip of his head to your sensitive cervix. Your winces turn into moans when Dmitri presses his lips over yours, soothing you.

You begin to breathe in tune, shallow, sharp and short breaths coming from chapped lips. Your eyes never leave each other. He watches the way your eyebrows furrow. The way your lips part in soft moans, tongue darting out to wet them and then your teeth trapping your bottom lip behind them.

You watch him watch you. The way his eyes scan your face. The way he subconsciously mimics your moans, silently. The way his lips part when he softly groans.

Just as Dmitri always likes it, you come undone first. One of his hands slips in the tight space between your bodies to find your clit, rubbing tight circles with the pads of two digits. You try to hold out, wanting to come undone in time with him like some cliche.

But Dmitri always gets what he desires and when he tells you to come, you do. Your legs twitch, muscles clenching and unclenching everywhere across your body.

It’s that very action that has Dmitri close. Your walls fluttering around his dick.

You were stuttering out words, barely making any sense and unaware of your actions. “I–” Your head is thrown back. “I lov–”

He nods. “I know, darling. And I you.”

His hips stutter for a second and he grunts behind clenched teeth before he recomposes himself.

“Where do you want it?” He asks, voice low and gravely. Hoarse.

“In me.” Your words are clear. “I want you to come in me. Please.”

It’s barely three thrusts later when Dmitri’s hips slam into yours one final time. You feel his cock twitch inside of you and your walls clench, constricting around him and trapping him inside of you.

His come is hot inside of you, sputtering out in thick ropes that cause you to twitch each time. When he finishes, it takes him a while to pull out. Briefly, you think about telling him to stay just like this, body weight atop of you and cock stuffed inside of your cunt.

But you are so tired that you can barely think of anything.

By the time you recover, Dmitri has already cleaned both of you up and re-dressed you in your shirt and pants, bra foregone. He holds you against his chest, chin resting atop your head as you mold against his frame.

“He missed you.”

Dmitri hums, prompting you to clarify.

“Mikhail. He misses you.” His heart skips a beat.

“Does he?”

You nod. “He was miserable without you. We both were.”

Dmitri does not respond and you do not take offense to it. In fact, you feel the exact opposite.

You knew he was overwhelmed and processing the information.

That is okay. Dmitri could take all the time he needed to process.

Both of you could. Because no matter what, he was home.

Dmitri was home and your family was whole again.

[stargirlstudio]

Dmitri recognizes you from his dirty magazines

Dmitri "Enzo" Antonov x fem!reader

Warning: graphic smut (praise, teasing, dirty talk, slight sub/dom dynamics, switch dynamics, thigh riding, fucking on the floor, unprotected sex)

Summary: Your modeling days have been over for about 5 years now, but who knew you would be loved internationally, especially the Russian guard you've been trying to find. Maybe you can make his dreams come true...

18+ ONLY. DNI if under 18.

The moment Dmitri set his eyes on you, he knew you looked familiar. With Joyce and Hopper having their reunion, all he could focus on was you. With only a few days to get back to the states, he tried to get that thought out of his head.

I'm being ridiculous, I don't know her.

You mostly kept to yourself, opting to take in scenery and contributing where you could. It was a spur of the moment decision to come over after you saw your neighbor Joyce trying to smash a doll. You even helped a little with the Russian translation, albeit not by much. Community college courses helped with that and your career helped with that.

Once it was quiet, Dmitri took it upon himself to ask you “Do I know you from somewhere? I apologize it's just you seem so familiar?" He asked.

You laughed. "Hm, maybe? I guess if you’re a big reader,” He was still a little confused. “Do you read magazines?” Oh. Now he’s remembered. He's thankful that you two have taken refuge on the east side of the safe house. Grateful that the American man and his woman aren't here to witness his embarrassment.

I mean how could he forget, your pretty face in one of America's greatest contributions. Honey, was one of the most popular adult magazines aside from Playboy, finding their niche within amateur porn. The much more scandalous shots was easy money for Dmitri, selling magazines to guards and others alike. In fact, you were a fan favorite amongst the inmates.

"Didn't take you to be a pervert," You joked.

Dmitri shook his head, "I'm not a pervert. I didn't even look at your photos that much!"

"Naughty Dmitri, and I thought you were a scary guard," You whispered. Fuck, why did you have to say it like that. "Did you like them?" You asked. He nodded. So maybe he did lie, he loved them. You had no idea how many times he's jerked off to yours specifically. The special shots of you on your knees, fingering yourself with one hand and the other reaching out. He could imagine you palming him through his pants as you got wet, saying whatever he wanted to hear.

Please fuck me, I’ve been so good,

You’ve been very bad, do you think you deserve it, princess?

Cum inside me, please Dmitri I need you

You inched closer, “Do you have a favorite?” He turned his head, seeing you sitting on your knees. There’s too many photos of yours that were perfect, he didn’t have a favorite. Your hand, on his knee, moving incredibly slow.

“No uh,” He started. “They’re all very good,” Eyeing your hand. “I uh thought I was scary?” Dmitri joked. You smiled, coming closer to his ear.

“Maybe I was mistaken,” You whispered. “Maybe we can get to know each other? Only if you want,”

Dmitri placed both hands on your hips, “I want to,” he shifted you over his thigh as you kissed him, a soft moan coming out as you moved back and forth. “Take these off, I want to see you cum in your panties. Make a mess all over my thigh,” He helped you take off your pants, throwing them somewhere across the room. Guiding you across his thigh once again, he let your set your own pace. Groaning at the feeling of you soaking him through his pants.

"Fuck...these are cute aren't they," He said toying with the lace. "It's got a cute bow too. Fitting," Dmitri teased as he flexed watching your soft whimpers get louder. "You sound so pretty. We should get this off too," Lifting up your shirt. He reached for the clasp of your bra until you pinned his wrists against the wall.

You shook your head, "Take your shirt off. It's not fair if I'm the only one who's shirtless. I'm already ruining these for you, I wanna see all of you too," He complied. Dmitri would do anything for you. "For a man who hasn't seen a lot of my photos, you sure are eager,"

"I lied," He said quickly. "I've seen a lot more. Kept a lot more," You scoffed.

"I know," You said. "You're not good at lying," You got off, sitting on your knees in between his legs. "So selfish," You whispered as you palmed him. He groaned, he never expected this. He loved every second of it, trying to meet more of your touch. "You shouldn't have lied to me. I don't take kindly to liars love. So from now on, you do as I say or you won't cum," You helped him take off his pants.

"Please I want to cum, fuck...I need you," He pleaded. You laughed, taking off your panties, holding them in your hands. "I want you to ride me. I don't care if I don't cum, I just want to feel you. I've never wanted something so bad in my life" He continued. "Make my dreams come true,"

He looked good when he's desperate. The way his face is flushed and his soft moans. You couldn't get enough, he craved you. He needed you, it felt too good. "Do you think you deserve it?" You asked. He nodded vehemently, but you needed a verbal answer. "Yes or no?"

"Yes yes, fuck, please please darling I deserve it. I promise I'll listen, I won't lie anymore," bucking his hips up. You tapped his lips, stuffing your panties in his mouth. "Good, I need you to keep quiet okay. We can't wake anyone up. I can control myself, but I don't know about you," You told him, positioning yourself over his cock. The muffled moans reaching your ears as you sink down, your gasps making it harder for him to control himself. "Ah..you feel so good, where have you been all my life?"

Dmitri needed you to meet his thrusts, he went a little faster. Eyeing how beautiful you looked, fucked out as your tits swung in his face. He needed them in his mouth, but wanted to obey you. He held you closer, caressing every part of your body. It's everything he's ever wanted, he never thought in his life this would happen. Now you're here, he needed to prove himself. Just to make sure you wouldn't think of anyone else. He reached down, rubbing circles on your clit making you moan louder.

You took the panties out of his mouth, "Is it better than your imagination? Am I making your dreams come true?"

He gripped your hips harder, laying you on the floor with your legs over his shoulders, "Yes princess, shit, this is much better than my imagination. I didn't think you would feel so good around me. I can't get enough of you," He took one hand, holding the side of your face. You moved your head, licking his thumb and taking it into your mouth. "You're heaven sent aren't you? What happened to me staying quiet huh? You said I couldn't control myself," He said thrusting faster. "But here you are making a mess on my finger and my cock, angel,"

"I just needed to hear you," You whispered. Fuck, how could he resist you? Not when you say it like that. He moved faster, continuing to rub circles on your clit. "Right there, Dmitri! I'm gonna cum please don't stop,"

"Come on, cum for me angel," He whispered. "I'll make you cum as many times as you want, I need to feel you baby,"

You came, with his finger still in your mouth and his hand gripping your hips. "Where do you want me?" He asked you. "Need you to answer fast because I won't be able to hold out for much longer, you feel too good-"

"I want you inside. I need you to cum inside me Dmitri. It's okay," You whimpered. He positioned your legs at his hips, moving down to kiss your neck and your lips. "Please cum inside,"

He groaned into your mouth, whispering how pretty you are as he came inside you. "Thank you for making my dreams, reality,"

[darkened-writer]

Enzo Dating Headcanons

Request: HI SO UH IVE NEVER SENT A REQUEST TO ANYONE BEFORE IDK IF THIS IS WHERE YOU DO IT HAHAbut like uh I'm very addicted to Enzo from Stranger Things and I see your requests are open 👁👁can you do relationship headcanons for Enzo pls? I would actually die and give you a virtual hug tyty

Pairings: Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) x Reader

A/N: This request is from @master0fmurder ​ !! Hope you enjoy!

⁍ YOU CANNOT TELL ME ENZO WOULD NOT BE A TOTAL GENTLEMAN, holding doors open, helping you out of the car, or pulling the chair out for you.

⁍ He likes PDA more privately than out in the open, because he still wants to keep up the “Tough” look. 

⁍ The first time you hold hands, I swear, the man turns RED, but stays quiet.

⁍ Double dates with Hopper and Joyce??? YES PLEASE

⁍ He would eat every meal you make, AND COMPLIMENT IT HIGHLY. He loves food.

⁍ Likes to play with your hair, and to have his own hair played with.

⁍ He’s a natural charmer, so he’ll slip in a few flirtatious glances or remarks even while being around town, or in the privacy of your shared home. 

⁍ Sharing clothes with him? Yes.

⁍ Cuddling? Also yes.

⁍ Definitely not a big bear hugger like Hopper, but he RADIATES heat.

⁍ He loves Russian music, so he’d be very interested in hearing American music. And, BY GOD, that man loves the funky toons of the decade. He’d try and dance with his s/o to just about any song on the radio.

⁍ He would seek optimism from his s/o since he himself is a general pessimist. 

⁍ Hogs the blankets in your shared bed because he’s “cold”

⁍ Breaks open a “special whiskey” for any occasion, mostly anniversaries or his s/o’s birthday.

[twistnet]

to hold [ dmitri antonov ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; hopper and murray have an odd habit of dropping off russian fugitives to your home, and you’re finding you may like this one more than you thought // part two

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, slight angst [ some sad moments ] + general fluff

“you want me to... what?” you question once more, looking between murray, hopper and an unknown person lingering just between them, “we need you to house our friend for a little bit while i make some arrangements.” murray states again, gesturing kindly to the man behind him with a generous smile.

however, your face betrays you in the fact the request is almost so random, you have a hard time believing the words falling from his mouth. the almost bald man opens his mouth to speak when you cut him off with a wave of your hand, “why can’t he stay at your bunker? like you did with the last one?”

this question seems to pique the interest of the man between the group, as he looks between the other two man as hopper scoffs, “can you just... watch him while he figure some things out?” he practically pleads with you, still dressed in his prison uniform before he’s gesturing for the man behind him to move forward. you sigh heavily, opening the door wider for the man to enter, “shower’s just down the hallway, on the left.”

he seems grateful for the offering, heading down the hallway towards the specified room before closing the door behind him, “do i at least get his name?” you question the two man as they step down from your porch, and hopper nods with a brief smile, “dmitri antonov. he saved my life.”

you nod, uttering them both a soft goodbye before closing the door. with another heavy sigh, you move into the spare bedroom, digging through old boxes of clothes that your previous partner never came back to get. finding some suitable clothing items before heading for the bathroom and gently knocking, “i have some clothes for you, i’m just gonna set them on the counter.” you wait until there’s a sound of agreement, and you open the door just enough to set the items on the counter before closing the door right back up.

heading down the hall, you step into the kitchen and look over your supplies, before drawing a blank on what to even fix for your new guest that had literally been dropped off on your porch. you figure just to wait until he’s finished with his shower before fixing anything for him to eat -- as the two man mentions briefly they had been living off peanut butter.

the tell-tale sign of the bathroom door opening hits your ears, and you stand from the couch as dmitri comes walking back down the hallway, “so, dmitri, anything particular you want to eat?” you question, noting the look of surprise the falls over his features as he pauses, “you... know my name?”

“yeah, hopper and murray told me before they left. so, what do you want to eat?” after noticing he’s been standing in the hallway for far too long, you usher him into the kitchen with a wave of your hand, giving him the chance to look over everything you have in your fridge of pantry as you begin to rattle off some things you could easily make without too much of a mess.

“you have a lot of food.” his comment throws you off, as you turn to look where he’s peering into the pantry, eyes wide with wonderment and your face softens, “different from your home country?” you ask hesitantly as he nods with a thin smile before pulling a few items from the pantry -- bread and peanut butter.

“you can have whatever you want. won’t here any complaints from me.” dmitri thanks you softly, before asking where your plates and cutlery are so he can fix the food himself. you busy yourself with getting some items ready for that nights dinner, letting him do as he pleases before heading to sit back in the living room and occupy yourself with some tv.

dmitri sinks into the arm chair to your left, his eyes glued to the screen as he quietly eats his food, more than content with his choice. he keeps to himself, still not sure what’s going on and unsure about you. until he softly clears his throat to gain your attention, “i never asked, what’s your name?”

you turn to him with a smile, telling him your name and feeling your face heat slightly as he repeats it a few times before a smile comes to his lips, “it’s very pretty.” he compliments, and you shy away from his gaze with a gentle ‘thank you’ before turning back towards the tv screen.

you leave him in the living room after glancing over at the clock, finding it well past the time to start working on preparing dinner for the two of you. he seems oblivious to your clattering around in the kitchen, too focused on the looney tones cartoon that plays on the screen in front of him. something that makes you smile before pulling out a mixing bowl.

as dinner cooks, the smell begins to waft through the house, bringing dmitri’s attention to where you stand in the kitchen, preparing a few sides to go along with the main course. his stomach growls in response, forcing a light blush to cover his cheeks as you look over at him with a smile, “you hungry?”

he nods, standing from the arm chair to walk into the kitchen behind you, “it smells good. what is it?” he questions softly, looking over the ingredients you have set out along the counter, “just some chicken and vegetables. should be ready in a few minutes.” he smiles gratefully, offering to help you set the table while you put the last touches on the food cooking in the oven.

uttering a soft ‘thank you’ as you hand him a plate of food, and usher him over to the table to eat. the two of you sit in silence for a short minute before dmitri looks up from his plate with a curious face, “you mentioned to the american... murray, that i could have stayed at the bunker like the last one. what did you mean by that?”

“last summer, there was this russian scientist named alexei -- never got a last name. but joyce and hopper saved him while trying to figure out what the russians were doing at the starcourt mall. they brought him to murray because he couldn’t speak much english. he was... really nice.”

dmitri blinks in surprise, leaning forward a little bit in interest, “is he still here?” at his words, you swallow harshly before shaking your head, “no... someone killed him. another russian i think.” you were never given more information on what had happened to alexei following his death, as the focus had been turned to defeating the mind flayer as hopper and joyce went deeper into the mall.“shame. would have been nice to not be so alone.” he muses softly, only looking back up at you when your hand lands atop his in comfort, “hey, you’re not alone. i’m here, and hopper is a few minutes down the road.”

over the course of the next few months, you and dmitri had settled into a routine. spending most of your days with the other, while teaching him a few american customs -- so he wasn’t sticking out like a sore thumb when the two of you would go out into town.

you showed him everything you could, from the parks to the different stores that lined the streets, to the different restaurants scatter throughout the small town. dmitri’s face lighting up with each new thing he interacted with as things in america were completely different from russia -- something he commented on quite alot. that, and how warm it was here.

hopper and murray would drop by every week, bringing updates on different things, including the status of dmitri’s son, who they had been trying to get over to the us for a few weeks. and while dmitri had done his best to hide the disappointment of hearing that his son was still in russia, you always saw how it had truly effected him after the two man had left.

“i... think my son would like this very much.” dmitri comments, looking over the freezers full of ice cream with a withered smile. since his time staying with you, he hadn’t talked much about his personal life, other than the fact to mention his son and wife, who he was no longer seeing. “do you want to get something for him to have when he arrives? ice cream lasts a while in the freezer.” dmitri nods softly, picking out a flavor he knows his son is sure to like before following behind you to finish up your grocery shopping for the week.

a knock on your door had you motioning to dmitri to keep where he was as you moved toward the door to investigate. outside, hopper and murray stood with a young boy, maybe fourteen at the most, who looked like a spitting image of his father, “we got him.” jim smiles up at you, and just as you turn to call dmitri down to the door, the man steps in behind you, tears already pricking his eyes as he sees his son.

the boy utters something in russian, before surging forward to wrap his arms around his father. you quietly thank hopper and murray, stepping back inside to give the two some time and privacy to catch up on their missed time.

as the evening rolls in, the two are seated in the living room watching looney tones before dmitri’s son pipes up from beside his father, “ty ikh lyubish'?” the question takes him by surprise, eyes shooting up to where you stand in the kitchen cleaning up your mess from lunch.

“pochemu ty sprashivayesh'?” he asks his son, raising a brow as the boy only smiles, “YA videl, kak ty smotrish' na nikh. kak oni derzhat vashe serdtse.” the words have more of an effect on him than he would have liked to admit, but there was no denying the feelings dmitri held toward you -- yet, never voicing them out of fear of overstepping the boundaries you had gladly dropped to let him into your home.

“eto potomu, chto oni delayut.” he smiles, looking up as you join the two in the living room, almost reminiscent of a family as laughter rings out over something happening in the show. dmitri smiles, looking between you and his son, thinking he couldn’t get any luckier tan this moment now.

translations

ty ikh lyubish'? -- do you love them?

pochemu ty sprashivayesh'? -- why do you ask?

YA videl, kak ty smotrish' na nikh. kak oni derzhat vashe serdtse. -- i’ve seen the way you look at them. like they hold your heart

eto potomu, chto oni delayut. -- that is because they do.

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burning up

Dmitri Antonov x Hopper’s Sister!reader

Summary: When Hopper crawled back to Hawkins, half-dead but miraculously still in one piece after his lengthy ordeal in Russia, your brother arrived with a straggler in tow—a man named Dmitri Antonov.

Cut to several months later, Hopper has no idea that your “friendly outings” spent introducing his house guest to “American culture” have turned from museums and shopping to a hot, sweaty, in-depth practical study of Dmitri’s very attentive hands and mouth on your writhing, naked body.

While the two of you have been successful in keeping your sultry little secret thus far, Dmitri’s patience may finally snap when you arrive at the Byers’ new house for their ‘Welcome Back to Hawkins’ barbecue, clad in a flowy little sundress.

…the same little sundress that you were wearing the night that you and Dmitri finally stopped pretending you weren’t attracted to one another. The night that he bent you over the hood of your car and fucked you until your voice was hoarse from screaming his name.

So yeah. It’s going to be a long afternoon.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6k

Content: NSFW, SMUT, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral sex, choking kink, spit kink, anal play, cum eating, thigh riding, mutual masturbation, mild jealousy, inappropriate use of an ice cream spoon, fluff, feels!

A/N: This story is canon divergent in that it assumes life has returned to normal in Hawkins without the impending threat of otherworldly doom, etc. Also, you're Hopper's adopted sister.

“Jesus Christ.”

You heard the sound of Dmitri’s voice before you saw him, and a tickle of triumph peeled through you. Acutely aware of the searing gaze that was now wholly focused in your direction, you reached down to brush a nonexistent speck of dirt from your soft, flowing sundress, which was adorned with a pattern of oranges. Casually pushing your sunglasses further down your nose, you glanced over to find Dmitri’s blue eyes staring at you incredulously. You grinned, and he huffed in response, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you chirped as you shut your car door and strode up the driveway, heading toward the backyard of the Byers’ new house, where a lively party was taking place to celebrate the family’s return to Hawkins. 

You lazily grazed a finger over Dmitri’s chest as you passed him, and as your hand reached for the latch to the gate, you heard the sound of metal crunching as he clenched the can of soda in his hands. Biting your lip, you turned back to look at him, your eyes sparkling in amusement as you followed the slow sweep of his eyes, which had stopped to focus on where the hem of your short dress fluttered high against the backs of your thighs. 

Ignoring the heat that bloomed in your chest under his rapt attention—and the sight of his forearms in the white button down shirt he was wearing, the sleeves of which were rolled up to just before his elbows—you strode away toward your brother, who was (unsurprisingly) guarding his post in front of the grill. When it came to barbecues, anyone interested in helping with cooking the burgers and hot dogs would have to pry the spatula from Hopper’s cold, dead hands. 

“Hey, Hop!” you called over to him.

He looked up and grinned, pulling you into a tight, one-armed hug as he asked, “Hey! What’s this, I thought you had work?”

You shrugged. “I convinced someone to cover my shift. I didn’t want to miss out on all the fun.”

“Joyce is going to be so happy to see you, and Enzo will probably appreciate a familiar face. I’m still working on convincing him to go out and meet more people around town.” Hopper jerked a head in the direction of the man in question, who had made his way back into the yard shortly after you, and you willed your expression to remain neutral.

When Hopper had finally returned to Hawkins four months ago, he’d arrived with a straggler in tow—a Russian man named Dmitri Antonov, or “Enzo.” You’d offered to help Dmitri acclimate to life in the United States, much to your brother’s relief, as he already had his hands full trying to explain his own mysterious resurrection. And while Hopper was well aware of the time you and his new house guest spent together, he hadn’t the slightest clue that your polite, educational “American culture” outings generally ended with you naked and writhing under Dmitri’s touch. 

After flitting around the decorated yard to say your hellos, receiving a bone-crushing hug from Joyce along the way, you excused yourself and walked into the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge. You bent down, hand grasping a cold can from the bottom shelf, and when you straightened back up, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt somebody standing behind you. 

A hand reached out to curl around your waist, and Dmitri’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he murmured, “You wore this dress on purpose.”

You smirked, turning to face him, and your breath tickled his lips as you spoke into the scant distance between your mouths, “And you refused to let me cum for hours last night. Let’s call it even.” 

He sucked in a breath, heat flashing in his eyes as he remembered you splayed underneath him the night before, moaning, whining, and unashamedly begging him to push you over the edge toward your aching release. Entranced by the warm, golden glow of the setting sun pouring in through the windows on either side of your bed, he had instead taken his time kissing, biting, licking, and sucking his way across every curve and plane of your beautiful, naked body. He’d edged you for hours, fighting the urge to wrap a palm around his length, but the way you’d held on to him for dear life and screamed his name when your cum gushed over his cock had been worth every second. 

So did he deserve for you to show up at the barbeque wearing his favorite little sun dress? The one that generously accentuated your breasts while leaving little to the imagination in its meager length? The same dress that had dealt the final blow to his crumbling self control the night that you both stopped denying the way you naturally gravitated toward one another? The night that he’d kissed you until you were breathless? The night that he’d fucked you right then and there, bent over the hood of your car?

Perhaps he did. 

You had flushed at the memory of that day when you pulled the dress out of your closet before the party. 

---

You’d picked Dmitri up for another outing, and the weather had been sweltering hot. Internally warring with himself, the poor man had spent most of the drive trying (and failing) to avert his gaze away from the trickles of sweat that dripped down your cleavage and the indecent tease of your upper thighs that became exposed with each gust of wind that sliced through the open windows. Was it a cheap shot? Maybe. But in the two months since he’d arrived in America, Dmitri had been nothing short of a complete and total gentleman to you. You could hardly complain about that, but the problem lay rooted in the fact that the soft looks, the comfortable silence, and the unabashed laughter that quickly became a staple of your budding friendship cracked open something inside of you—a warm, fond feeling that left you missing him each night that you dropped him off, counting down the days until you could find a reason to invite him out again for some other mundane activity. 

And you knew your utter enjoyment of his company wasn’t one-sided, because you watched the reserved, tentative way that he interacted with anyone else that you, Hopper, or Joyce introduced him to. He carried the burdens of his past with him like heavy, cumbersome walls, hesitant to let his guard down lest the other shoe drop. But with you? With you, Dmitri let himself smile.

However, be it your brother’s looming metaphorical presence (there wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he’d had a chat with Dmitri before introducing the two of you) or a casualty of his unfailingly respectful nature in your presence, all of your interactions were—on the surface—wholly platonic. So when an abnormally hot day in May gave you an opening to wear one of the less wholesome dresses in your closet? Well, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to try and pry a reaction out of him. 

Your day had been spent trailing the vast halls of a large museum that was a few towns over, and it had been difficult to ignore the way that Dmitri had lingered closer to your side than usual, the backs of your hands occasionally brushing. Later, after the sun had dipped well below the horizon, he’d offered to drive home, because he’d caught you yawning repeatedly. And when he’d opened the passenger side door for you, you had shivered at the feeling of his hand when it brushed the small of your back for but a moment. The skies were uncharacteristically clear that night, so you’d waved off the exit to Hawkins and directed Dmitri further down the highway toward your favorite deserted hilltop spot to look at the stars. 

Leaning back against the hood of the car, he’d reveled in the way your eyes lit up as you pointed out the constellations. And when you’d inadvertently leaned into him after a chilly breeze passed, the day’s hot weather giving way to a cool evening, he’d casually placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You’d then found yourself caught in a silent battle of will as you were enveloped in the pleasant scent of his cologne, earthy with a hint of citrus and spice.

Feeling a brush against your thigh, you’d looked down to see Dmitri thumbing the hem of your dress. He’d spoken his next words so quietly. “You’re very beautiful. I hope…you don’t think that I don’t notice.”

Your breath had caught in your throat as you turned to look at him, feeling warm all over at the imploring look in his blue eyes and the sincerity of his gaze. Huffing out a small laugh, you’d replied, “I was beginning to worry that maybe I just wasn’t your type.”

Choking out a strangled laugh, Dmitri had leaned his forehead against yours, cupping your face with both hands. You’d closed your eyes for a moment at the comforting sensation, only to open them wide as he stated with a fierce conviction, “You are perfect.”

“But…,” you’d trailed off.

“You deserve far more than what I can offer you. Not to mention, your brother will, as he so politely put it, ‘shove his entire fist up my ass’.” 

You’d let out a long suffering sigh. “First of all, I’m a grown woman, so Hopper doesn’t get a say in what, or who, I do. And Dmitri, I couldn’t care less what you have to offer. I just want you, plain and simple.

Running a finger over the shoulder of your dress, Dmitri had replied matter-of-factly, “A man like me is no good for a sweet, clean girl like you.”

“Well maybe I want to get dirty, Dmitri.”

You’d boldly locked your eyes with his as the words fell from your mouth—a challenge. And in turn, you’d watched as his resolve crumbled, making way for him to stop toeing the invisible line he had drawn in the sand the day he met you as he brought his lips crashing down onto yours.

Once you’d started kissing him, you couldn’t stop, a small whine building in the back of your throat as his tongue sought entrance into your mouth to devour you further. And when you’d urged him to touch you, granting him the consent he’d needed lest you’d changed your mind, the exploration of his deft hands across your body had left you keening under his touch. 

And thus, that was how you’d found yourself bent over the hood of your car, your dress hiked up and your panties pushed aside as Dmitri fucked you. Gripping the edges of his jacket, which he’d insisted on laying across the cold metal of the hood before he began to work you open with his fingers (an exercise that was purely performative, given how you were already dripping wet for him), you’d screamed his name repeatedly as he pounded into you from behind, intense waves of pleasure rocking through your body. Afterward, Dmitri had pulled you to his chest and held you tight against him, peppering kisses along the curve of your jaw.

After that night, it was like a switch had been irreversibly flipped. No longer forced to keep his feelings at bay, Dmitri lavished you with attention whenever you were alone. Be it the way he took advantage of being able to freely drink you in with long, appreciative stares, his tendency to kiss your hands while you were driving, the utter enjoyment he found in making you squirm by whispering things that ranged from sickeningly sweet to downright filthy in your ears when you were in public, or his newfound addiction to experiencing each and every exquisite way you came apart under his touch.

And you couldn’t get enough of him.

---

“Even? Mm, we’ll see about that, Лисичка.” (little fox) Dmitri smirked, reaching into the fridge behind you, and his chest brushed against yours as he grabbed a bottle of water. Still pressed up against you, he twisted off the cap and slowly ran the tip of his tongue around the circle of the opening before taking a deep sip, eyes fluttering shut and throat bobbing while he swallowed. When he lowered the drink, he noticed your mouth had fallen open ever so slightly. He gently pushed upward on the bottom of your chin with his pointer finger, tapping the center of your closed lips afterward, and he winked before turning on his heel and heading back out the sliding glass door. Alone in the kitchen once more, your eyes darted to the freezer. You grinned.

If Dmitri thought you merely arriving in the dress would be the extent of his teasing for the day, he had another thing coming. And as he stood across the yard, caught in an uncomfortable conversation with an eager woman named Kathryn that Joyce had pawned off on him with a thumbs up, he was wholly unprepared for the scene that unfolded a few feet away. There you stood with…Officer Callahan was it? It didn’t matter. What mattered was the way you glanced over at him with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes before turning back to the other man, nodding enthusiastically at whatever he was saying and twirling a red, white, and blue popsicle in your mouth.

Dmitri felt a hand on his forearm, and he shrugged Kathryn’s touch off as casually as he could before turning back to her and saying, “Sorry, what?”

She repeated herself, “I’m going to head over to try and talk to Officer Callahan about the kids that’ve been dumping trash in my driveway. You’re welcome to join me.”

While he wasn’t sure how much he trusted himself to maintain his composure in front of you, one glance at the way Callahan’s eyes were nearly glazed over by the sight of you slowly licking a stripe up the side of the popsicle had his feet moving before his brain could protest. 

Pulling your lips off of the popsicle with an audible pop, you smiled widely when Dmitri approached. Turning to the man beside you, you asked, “Phil, have you had a chance to meet Dmitri yet?”

Callahan tracked the way Dmitri gravitated to your side, close enough to make a silent statement but far enough away that anyone else standing further off would think nothing of it. He nodded slowly. “Yeah, Hop brought him by the station a few times. Nice to see you, man.”

Dmitri’s face remained impassive and he nodded by way of greeting, noting the way the man’s eyes continued to flick to you as you resumed slurping on the frozen treat in your hands far more enthusiastically than necessary. He feigned interest for a few minutes as you chatted with Kathryn and Callahan, only allowing himself to finally give in and look over at you again when he heard a small yelp leave your mouth. He nearly choked on air as he took in your current state: lips wet and stained red, drips of color splashed all over your chest, and a piece of the popsicle was nestled—cold, sticky, and melting—between your breasts. 

“Oops,” you giggled, laying it on a bit thicker than necessary because you just knew that the frayed rope of Dmitri’s patience was on the precipice of snapping. You scooped the stray piece of the popsicle out of your cleavage and tossed it into the grass. 

Looking down at the mess you had made, you excused yourself to go inside and clean up. Although Kathryn immediately resumed her side of the conversation, Callahan turned to watch you go, as if he were contemplating giving you a hand. At this point, Dmitri’s dick was too fucking hard to give a single shit about how it looked, so he shot Callahan a warning glance before following after you (although he did make sure Hopper was still standing vigil at the grill before closing the back door). Silently making his way toward where he assumed the bathroom to be, Dmitri rapped a knuckle against the door.

At the sound of the single knock, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind as to who was on the other side. You turned the knob, and before you could blink, Dmitri had swiftly shut the door and clicked the lock into place before hoisting you up on the counter. You bit back a moan as he gripped your hips and buried his face in your neck, pressing wet, hot kisses to your collarbone. Your hips snapped forward at the feeling of his tongue trailing down your chest, sliding down to lap up the sticky, flavored mess that was splattered across the swell of your breasts. As his tongue darted lower, dipping below the fabric, he outright groaned when he realized that you’d taken things a step further by foregoing a bra for the day. 

“It would be a shame if this dress got wet,” he murmured, letting his tongue slide lower to graze your nipples, and you sucked in a breath as you felt them stiffen underneath his touch. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you unzipped his shorts and snaked a hand inside of his boxers, your arousal growing as you felt the way he was already throbbing for you. As you began to pump his cock, Dmitri lifted one of your breasts out of the dress, taking the tender skin between his teeth, biting and sucking until a generous red mark appeared.

His hands slid up your dress to slide your skimpy excuse for underwear down your legs, discarding the white fabric on the floor. A moan teetered on the edge of your lips as he teased the damp mound between your legs with two fingers before sliding them in, his own pleasure rumbling in his throat upon finding your channel slick with arousal. Perhaps far too eager to chase your release after Dmitri’s edging marathon, you bucked into his hand. 

“Sweetheart, are my fingers not enough?” Dmitri drawled, taking your bottom lip into his mouth to suck on it. He crooked his thick fingers inside of you, and he swallowed your answering whine with his mouth. 

“...Need your cock, Dmitri,” you panted, whilst he slid a third finger inside.

Obliging you, Dmitri scooped you into his arms and turned away from the sink, sheathing his cock inside of you as he began to mercilessly fuck you against the wall. His lips grazed your neck, blazing a trail hot, open-mouthed kisses, and his voice was on the edge of desperation as he spoke between grunts, “Ты такая красивая, my lovely girl.” (You’re so beautiful)

Your hands were fisted in the back of his shirt as you spread your legs wider, the angle allowing Dmitri deeper access to your cunt; you were desperate to feel the pleasurable stretch of his large cock bottoming out inside of you. He continued to hammer into you before eventually slowing down, gently placing your legs on the ground and turning you around to face the wall. You braced yourself as he hiked your right thigh up into the air, hooking his arm under your knee before thrusting back in again so deep that you felt a line of drool slip from the corner of your mouth as you silently screamed in pleasure. You turned your face to the side to look at Dmitri, licking your lips and letting them fall open. In turn, he wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed as he roughly spit into your mouth.

You swallowed, and Dmitri tightened his grip on your throat, plunging in and out of your pussy with fervor. A dizzying orgasm punched through you, and your pussy clenched down on Dmitri’s thick cock as he rocked you through the waves of your pleasure before reaching his own peak, shooting thick ropes of cum inside of you. A fond chuckle tumbled from Dmitri’s lips as he kissed you tenderly, putting your leg down and helping you regain your balance.

Straightening your dress and making a halfhearted attempt at taming the results of you eagerly raking your fingers through his hair, you reached down to pick up your underwear, which were nowhere to be found. You were on the verge of asking Dmitri where they had gone when you looked up and watched as he placed them in his pockets.

You gaped, and he smirked. “I think it’s only fair that you match,” he said, gesturing to where your hard nipples were prominently showing through your dress. You rolled your eyes, and he cupped your face, placing an affectionate kiss to your cheek before adding, “Though…we should probably clean you up first.”

He looked pointedly at where the mixture of your cum and his had begun to drip down the inside of your thighs, but before you could reach for a tissue, he had you pressed up against the sink as he dove back under your dress, lapping at your folds. You gripped the edges of the counter as he slipped his dexterous tongue into your hole, caught between the feeling of overstimulation and the crest of another wave of release. Your legs spread wider of their own accord as he began to outright fuck his tongue into your cunt, and when you felt Dmitri pull you forward slightly to drag a wet finger over the tight ring of muscle between your ass cheeks before sliding the tip of it inside, you had to bite down on your palm to muffle the sounds of another orgasm ripping through you.

---

The rest of the party was fairly uneventful after you and Dmitri took it upon yourselves to christen the Byers’ new bathroom, though you found most things paled in comparison to his company as of late. Well aware that you both shared an insatiable desire for one another, something you’d been pleased to discover early on when your trysts began, you made a valiant effort at mingling with the rest of the guests—if only to keep yourself distracted from the amused, knowing glances that he periodically shot your way every time you subtly adjusted your thighs. (And in turn, he would conspicuously reach a hand into his pocket, where you knew your underwear were held captive.)

Later, after excusing yourself from a long-winded conversation with one of Joyce’s neighbors, you glanced around the yard—which was bathed in the glow of lights strung about from the fence and the trees—in search of Dmitri. Eyeing where your brother was seated beside the fire with a guitar in his hands, belting out a song terribly off-key for Joyce and those who remained, you shot a glance in the other direction toward a dark, unlit corner. Rounding the tall hedges that hid a small table and chairs behind them, you found Dmitri sitting there, casually leaning back in a chair with his legs spread invitingly while eating a bowl of ice cream. He smirked, as if he had known you’d come to find him eventually. 

You waltzed over to him, plopping down on his knee and turning sideways to face him. He stiffened for a moment, and you giggled, “You hear that terrible noise that sounds like a dying bear? Hopper’s busy performing for everyone around the campfire right now. Nobody will notice we’re over here.”

He relaxed at that, putting the bowl aside and wrapping his arms around you. In turn, you ran a hand through his hair and pressed your lips to his. Dmitri hummed into the kiss, deepening it and licking into your mouth, sliding your tongues together. You felt a pull of fabric, and you glanced down to see him untying the strings ruched over your breasts, which were meant to keep the front of the dress snugly in place. With the tension released, he trailed his hands along your shoulders to push down your sleeves, allowing your naked breasts to spill out. 

Your eyes widened at his boldness, and he shrugged as he began to palm them. “Relax, I’m keeping an eye out. And if I die here tonight by way of your angry brother, at least I die a very happy man.” He winked.

You laughed, and you were about to adjust yourself to fully climb into his lap, but with a firm grip from his large hands on your waist, he spun you so that you were facing away from him and straddling his right thigh. He began to fondle your breasts, eagerly groping them while pinching your nipples and lavishing your neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. Purposely shifting his thigh slightly, you bit back a whine as your bare cunt rubbed against the fabric of his shorts, the friction sending pleasure straight to your core. He tugged on your hair, pulling your head back for a messy kiss, and you cried out into his mouth at the sudden feeling of something cold biting at your nipples. Twisting your head back around, you looked down to find Dmitri was running a spoon along your swollen breasts, which were now dripping with remnants of his vanilla ice cream. Your hips pushed forward, and you began to grind down, seeking friction as heat licked in your belly in response to the cold metal teasing its way across your chest. 

“Come here,” Dmitri murmured as he turned you around, still straddling his thigh but facing him this time. He dipped his head and took it upon himself to clean yet another sticky mess from your tits with his mouth, licking them generously and obscenely sucking on your pert nipples. Unable to hold back any longer, you shamelessly began to ride his thigh, cunt sliding in the pool of your arousal coating Dmitri’s shorts.

“That’s it, good girl,” he purred as he roughly began to palm himself over his shorts, looking into your eyes with a heated stare. “Cum on me, малыш, it’s okay.” (Baby)

You buried your face in his neck, and he gripped your hips tightly as your orgasm hit you in a wave of pleasure. You had but a few stray moments to pant against his neck before the sound of a snapping twig had you rushing to tug your dress back into place, jumping into the chair beside Dmitri just as he leaned an elbow on his leg to cover the mess you had left there, feigning an air of casualness. 

Hopper approached, a slightly drunken stumble to his step as he peered over at the two of you in the darkness and barked out, “Why are you guys sitting over here in the dark? Was my singing that bad?”

You snorted, and Dmitri covered his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh. Hopper scoffed, crossing his arms as he continued, “Well, whatever. Joyce hid the guitar from me, and they’re all roasting marshmallows now, if you’re interested.”

Feigning a tired stretch and forcing out a yawn, you shook your head. “I actually think I’m going to head home, Hop. I’m pretty tired.”

Hopper nodded in understanding and replied, “I don’t want Joyce running around cleaning everything up herself tomorrow morning, and I’m not exactly in driving condition anyway, so I’m going to crash here.”

You leveled him with a stare, a retort asking why he didn’t just move in with her already after making headway with his monumental emotional constipation while they were in Russia on the tip of your tongue. But you’d save your regularly scheduled nagging for later. In the meantime, you had your own love life to secretly carry out. “I think Dmitri was ready to go, too, so I can just drop him off instead of him driving your truck home.”

Hopper nodded, “Good, yeah, I have to head to work early in the afternoon anyway, so then I can head straight there from here.” 

After saying your goodbyes to those that were left mingling, you couldn’t walk to your car fast enough, keenly aware of Dmitri right on your heels. The moment that the doors were shut, you turned to him and asked, “Want to stay the night?”

Dmitri reached over, lacing his hand with yours. “I’d like nothing more. Well…that, and finally getting you out of that dress.” 

You grinned as you put the car in reverse, swinging your head around as you backed out of the driveway. For as extensively as the two of you had already mapped out one another’s naked bodies, nights spent sleeping cocooned in Dmitri’s embrace were dreadfully few and far between, carefully orchestrated around Hopper’s rare overnight shifts. However, before heading back to your place for some much needed alone time behind closed doors, you abruptly made a right turn, courtesy of an idea that had just formed in your head.

Dmitri looked at you expectantly when you eventually pulled into the dark, deserted parking lot of the town’s public pool. You shrugged and said with an air of nonchalance, “It was so hot today, I’ve been dying for a swim.”

Never one to question your ideas, no matter how brazen, Dmitri simply shook his head and smiled at you as you both let yourselves out of the car and approached the pool’s locked gate. Dmitri looked poised to hoist you up over the fence, but you walked a few paces away, returning a moment later with the extra key that you had learned the lifeguards kept stowed away under a rock. 

Dmitri followed you to the pool’s edge, looking down into the gently rippling, illuminated water. You turned to him, plucking at the buttons on his shirt as he shucked off his shorts. Remembering his comment about your dress earlier, you opted to leave it on for your late night swim. You knew there was a sweater and shorts stuffed somewhere in your trunk, anyway. 

When you jumped in, you were pleased to find that the water was still warm from baking in the hot sun all day, and you beckoned Dmitri to join you. He sighed dramatically before backing up for a running start, folding his body up into a ball before he landed, which sent a wave of water crashing down on top of you. You sputtered and laughed as he swam over to you, moving your wet hair from where it was covering your eyes and kissing you. You slotted your lips against his for a moment before pulling back and putting distance between the two of you. His brows furrowed in confusion, only to realize once it was too late that you were winding your arm backward to drag it across the water and splash him.

A chase ensued, in which you would swim fast and hard to escape Dmitri’s grip for a minute or two, he’d catch you by the ankle or the shoulder and bring you in for a heated kiss, only for you to slip away and start the process all over again. Eventually, you reached the ladder, and you made a swift exit from the pool before Dmitri could stop you.

You glanced back at him with a mischievous look in your eyes. Dmitri’s mouth went dry as he treaded water, drinking you in. He found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the way your soaking wet dress clung tightly to the curves of your body, your breasts on clear display with the thin fabric rendered nearly see-through. 

Fully aware that he was staring, you slowly lowered yourself onto one of the pool’s lounge chairs, loosening the ties of your sopping wet dress to allow your breasts to spill out freely once more. Dmitri climbed out of the pool, making his way toward you. Keeping your eyes on him, you lifted your dress and spread your legs wide open, reaching a finger down to tease your slit. You were still sensitive from the stretch of his cock in the bathroom and from your shameless performance on his thigh, but your stolen moments throughout the day had been too brief, too rushed, and you desperately wanted to savor Dmitri this time, to drink him in. 

“Гавно,” (shit) he breathed out as he approached you, watching as you spit on your fingers and resumed your steady ministrations on your cunt. He came to sit down on the chair beside you, pulling his hard shaft out of his boxers. As he began to lazily stroke himself, eyes raking over you with admiration, you inadvertently felt your cunt flutter and clench down on the two fingers you were pumping inside of yourself, eager to feel the stretch of something thicker and larger plunging in. 

Holding his gaze, you began to play with your breasts and brought your arousal soaked fingers to your lips, licking your juices from them. Dmitri bit his lip as he tightened his grip on his cock, a shallow moan leaving his mouth. You stood, motioning for him to lay down on the chair, and you peeled off your dress and settled your naked body between his thighs, where he was still tugging at his shaft. You replaced his hand with yours, leaning in to lick stripes up and down the side of his cock. He groaned your name, hips pushing upward into your teasing touches until you finally slid your open mouth over him. 

You eagerly bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him deep into the back of your throat repeatedly until he began to shudder under your touch. You slowed to a stop, pulling off of him with a line of split trailing from his tip to your bottom lip. Dmitri beckoned you closer, and he sat up at the waist as you climbed into his lap. You keened in pleasure as your wet folds slid against his erection, and he chased after your lips for a searing kiss. Wrapping his strong arms around you, he lifted you, lining up your glistening hole with his thick, waiting cock. A rush of adoration burned through you as you locked eyes with Dmitri, who was staring at you reverently, and you both simultaneously cried out when he finally sunk into you. 

Cradled intimately in Dmitri’s arms, tremors of pleasure poured through your body as he made love to you. The slick sounds of him sliding in and out of you were punctuated by a string of sweet words and phrases that he desperately spoke between your heated kisses, fluidly switching back and forth between English and Russian. When your whines grew more desperate, your fingers digging into his back, Dmitri lifted you up slightly so the head of his cock sat nestled at the edge of your hole before plunging back in, burying himself to the hilt. Suddenly, your orgasm rocked through you, and you desperately cried out against Dmitri’s mouth, tears falling down your cheeks from the intensity of it. Dmitri’s release came shortly after, and he embraced you tightly as his cock pulsed, filling you deeply with his hot cum.

You didn’t move afterward, and Dmitri’s arms stayed wrapped around you as his cock softened inside of your spent cunt, cum beginning to dribble out onto the chair below. He kissed the tears that stained your cheeks before nuzzling into the side of your neck.

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The next morning, you awoke in your bed to the rare feeling of utter contentment that sleeping beside Dmitri brought. His arms were wrapped around you, his head resting on top of yours, and you snuggled further into his chest, clinging to him tightly. 

Voice slightly muffled, you quietly said, “I’m not ready to wake up yet. I want to enjoy this for a little longer.”

Dmitri smiled, breathing in the floral scent of your shampoo. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

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Home Is Wherever I’m With You

Summary: After their prison escape, the Russia crew spends the night at an inn that Dmitri’s cousin owns. You and Dmitri share a room, and a shower.

Warnings/disclaimers: Language, brief mentions of violence, graphic smut, reader is female

Word count: 4.8k

A/N: I tried to incorporate some Russian in this fic because it’s hot. That being said, if my Russian is off the mark I apologize, I only just started learning it on Duolingo and this owl won’t stop harassing me. Also for the convenience of this fic, we are going to pretend that Dmitri doesn’t have a family LMFAO. Please enjoy my totally self-indulgent shower sex fic.

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The snow falling just beyond the window was gentle but incessant, and you absently wondered to yourself if it ever stopped snowing in Russia. Your forehead settled against the glass as you stared outside, letting out a relieved sigh as the cold press soothed your battered and bruised skin.

It had been a long couple of days to say the least. Everyone knew breaking Hopper out of prison was going to be a tall order, but nothing could have prepared you for hijacking and crashing a plane, numerous violent encounters with Russian soldiers, another demogorgon (how do those things even keep coming back?), multiple nights desperately trying to stay alive in the bleak, unforgiving wilderness–

“You can shower first, if you’d like.”

Oh. And him. You were the least prepared for that.

You winced when you turned your head a little too fast for your aching muscles, smiling appreciatively at the man who was also holding out a change of clothes.

“Ah, what do you Americans call them again? Pizhamas?” Dmitri frowned at the way his accent mangled the word, but you only giggled and reached for the neatly folded garments, not missing the way his fingers grazed yours in the exchange. “My cousin had some extras in storage.”

Dmitri’s cousin ran a small, secluded inn that was nestled deep in the Russian wilderness. At first, having to help another fugitive seemed like it would be the group’s downfall, but if you all hadn’t taken Dmitri in you probably would have never made it out of the cold. Conveniently, the inn was hidden enough to buy some time and hatch up a plan on how to get back to the States. Although, his cousin’s single stipulation was that you all couldn’t stay for more than one night, to avoid any conflict with the soldiers that were no doubt searching for your group. It was a constricted window, but beggars can’t be choosers.

All planning was put aside for tomorrow, however. Hopper’s orders.

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“Tonight, we rest,” Hopper wrapped an arm around Joyce’s shoulders and pulled her closer to him, waving everyone else off with his free hand. “We aren’t going to come up with any solid plans when we’re this tired. We’ll sort it all out in the morning.”

“Yeah, besides,” Murray also took the opportunity to wrap an arm around Dmitri’s shoulders. “Our comrade here spoke to his cousin and said we could stay as long as we need tomorrow, just as long as we’re out by nightfall.”

You smirked when Dmitri scoffed and shrugged his arm off. “We shouldn’t push our luck though, Americans. I say we leave by the afternoon.”

“Like I said, we’ll figure it out tomorrow,” Hopper sighed. “ And Murray, stop picking on him. Remember you have to share a room tonight, so don’t get on his bad side.”

Murray’s face fell immediately. “Not happening. I sleep alone.”

“Oh, really?” you snorted. “But I thought he was your comrade?”

You couldn’t help feeling slightly smug when everyone laughed at your jab, and you tried not to falter when Dmitri gave you a particularly fond smile. Murray smiled at you as well, though it lacked amusement.

“I don’t sleep with my comrades. But I know someone who wants to,” he sing-songed and narrowed his eyes knowingly at you. Your heart plummeted at the insinuation.

“Yeah, whatever,” you quickly tried to play it off before he took it too far, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. “I don’t mind sharing a room.”

Hopper rolled his eyes and shrugged in exasperation, backing away with Joyce to head to their own room.

“Well, Enzo, at least you get some peace and quiet not having to share a room with Murray,” Joyce soothed, patting his shoulder sweetly before leaving with Hopper.

“We’ll see about that,” Murray mumbled right in your earshot, smirking deviously when you turned to glare at him. You noticed Dmitri watching the two of you with a confused look, and waited until he turned around before flipping Murray the bird, silently seething at his giddy laughter as you followed the Russian to your shared room.

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A surge of annoyance came over you thinking back on what happened earlier, and you scoffed to yourself as you fiddled with the shower faucet. What had really infuriated you about Murray’s taunting was how right he was. He really had a knack for calling out sexual tension when he saw it.

You were pretty much attracted to Dmitri the second you met him. Well, after you had haphazardly swung a crowbar at him in an attempt at self-defense (no one had told you he was one of the good guys yet). Hopper eventually pried the weapon from your hands, and when Dmitri was backed up against a wall, eyes wide and bewildered at your frantic display, you couldn’t help but find him endearing.

What really did a number on you were the days spent navigating the woods. Dmitri, despite Murray’s constant heckling, was incredibly reliable. Calm, collected, and intuitive, you found yourself gravitating towards him constantly. Perhaps part of his allure was that he was born to the land, making him better equipped to navigate it and easier to rely on. But when the sound of Russian officials echoed through the air, and Dmitri held you flush against his body while you two were tucked away behind a tree, you were made painfully aware that you weren’t just drawn to him because he knew how to lead.

“Stay quiet,” he husked into your ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin and blowing strands of hair against your cheek. You could feel his heart beating rapidly against your back, and prayed he couldn’t feel your blush under the hand covering your mouth. “I’ve got you, куколка.”

And at dusk, when he was on watch and keen blue eyes peered across the fire to look over you as you slept, you couldn’t deny the stir of something more. Something heady.

Now you were finally alone with him–regrettably, thanks to Murray–and you had absolutely no idea what to do about it. Your body was tired, your muscles sore and eyes aching for sleep, and yet you were still restless.

You desperately needed a hot shower to wash away the grime and messy emotions.

You fiddled with the faucet some more, frowning and looking up at the shower head when the stream still didn’t come out. Of course, that happened to be the exact moment the water finally decided to kick on. You sputtered and wiped your eyes with the back of your arm, reaching towards the counter for a towel and only finding the clothes Dmitri handed you earlier. Shit.

You wiped your face as best you could with just your arm, slowly opening the bathroom door and peering into the room to see Dmitri sitting on the edge of one of the beds, sleeve rolled up as he cleaned a wound on his bicep.

“Hey,” you called softly, his head quickly turning at the sound of your voice.

“Is everything okay?” he questioned, and you were taken aback when he stood to attention and dropped the wet cloth he was cleaning his cut with, his face painted with concern.

His furrowed brow deepened when you started laughing, and you almost felt bad when he frowned in confusion. He was so cute.

“Dmitri, I just need a towel,” you said between laughs, pointing to the small stack on the dresser. He cleared his throat then, lowering his head and muttering a brief ‘da’ before retrieving one and walking it over to you.

You were still smiling in amusement as he approached you. “What exactly did you think happened?”

“I don’t know what happened,” you laughed again at his slightly defensive tone. “That’s why I was worried.”

“Worried?” you teased, opting to poke fun at the confession to distract from how it set your stomach into a flurry of excitement.

There was a moment of quiet between you two. His eyes scanned over your face instead of responding, and the fluttering in your stomach intensified. Then you were engulfed in black, Dmitri throwing the towel over your head and ruffling your hair with it.

“Why are you wet?” he asked as you scrambled to pull the cloth off your head, huffing at him when he smirked at your disheveled state.

“There was a delay in the pipes, and I was under the stream of water when it finally kicked on,” you waved your hand dismissively, suddenly very insecure about the situation under the intensity of Dmitri’s amused gaze.

“Do showers work differently in your country?”

“No. But maybe you should have a talk with your cousin about his plumbing.”

You rolled your eyes. He was fully smiling now, absolutely delighted by your flustered agitation. You almost couldn’t stand how fond he looked, it made you want to crumble to your knees in front of him. Instead, you turned around and started back towards the bathroom.

“Try not to drown in there,” he called out as you went to close the door.

“If you’re so worried, why don’t you come and keep an eye on me?”

You paused then, the door still a quarter of the way open. You didn’t mean it like that. It was just a mindless retort, really, but the tension buzzing in the air from all of the teasing contorted it into something resembling a proposition.

Dmitri didn’t say a word at first, and you felt your palm sweating on the doorknob you were still gripping. Your words lingered with a heavy presence in the small room, your hammering heart the only sound in your ears for what felt like minutes. When Dmitri finally did speak, you noticed that his voice sounded rougher, his accent more defined than usual.

“You want that?”

Oh.

Maybe you did mean it like that. Just the thought of Dmitri actually joining you in the shower made you feel like you would burst into flames, liquid heat coursing through your veins at the prospect.

Rather than answering, you looked back at him through the opening of the door, stuttering on an inhale when your eyes met his. His gaze was intense, his attention entirely fixed on you as he waited for some sort of explanation. You were nervous now, too nervous to know the right thing to say. Instead you let your hand fall from the doorknob and stepped back further into the bathroom, holding his gaze and pointedly leaving the door open. Your cheeks felt hot as you watched his lips part in understanding.

You had to turn away then, before you got too overwhelmed. You focused your attention on undressing and finally getting into the shower, which had begun to run cold since it was on for so long. You reached out a shaky hand to adjust the temperature, internally spiraling over the possibility that you might have just made a complete fool of yourself, and could have to spend the rest of the night with someone who turned you away.

Before you could feel too rejected, you heard the door creak as it was pushed further open. You held your breath when the shadow of Dmitri’s silhouette slowly moved behind the shower curtain, trembling when you heard him quietly call out your name.

“Are you sure about this?” he sounded almost like he was out of breath. “If I come in there, more than just my eyes will be on you.”

Fuck. You felt your heartbeat between your legs, the realization that he was holding back making your body heat up, the steam coming from the water only adding to that effect.

“Yes,” you fought to keep your voice even. “I’m sure, Dmitri.”

There was a rustle of what could only be him stripping off his clothes. You turned your back to the curtain and took a steadying breath, closing your eyes as you faced the stream of water. The splash was almost sweltering, though you appreciated it when you felt the cool air creep in upon Dmitri’s entrance.

You gasped when he immediately pressed himself against you, his chest flush with your back as he mouthed along the line of your shoulder. Being this close to him brought you back to that day in the woods. You could feel his heart beating just as fast now as it was then, and you couldn’t help the surge of pride at having that effect on him.

His hands held your hips firmly, and you tilted your head so that his mouth could wander the expanse of your neck. You hummed when he peppered gentle, open mouthed kisses along a tender wound right under your jaw. One of the prison guards had nicked you with a blade.

“That feels nice. It’s still really sore,” you breathed.

His grip tightened on your waist. “I took care of him.”

You shivered at that. Of course he did.

Your hands desperately reached for him, one grasping at his hair as he began sucking right at the junction of your neck and shoulder, the other circling one of his wrists and pushing down in an attempt to guide his hands lower.

He chuckled and you felt it reverberate in your throat. “So needy.”

You huffed when he easily shook his hand free from your hold, instead grabbing your wrist and moving your hand between your legs.

“Touch yourself for me, куколка,” his lips were by your ear now. “Show me how you like it.”

You couldn’t help the desperate sound that tore past your lips, the frustration almost unbearable when he laughed again, his breath against your cheek more scorching than the water raining down on your bodies.

“You asked me to keep an eye on you, remember?” he teased, though relenting just a little when he brought his hands up to firmly knead your breasts. “I’m with you, now make yourself feel good for me.”

You were helpless like this, with his body looming over yours and his imposing voice in your ear. You finally pressed your fingers against your clit, rubbing with an even, steady rhythm while Dmitri watched. Delicate, breathy sounds spilled out of your mouth into the damp air around you, and at the small of your back you could feel something thick throb in response. You imagined how well Dmitri’s cock would fill you up, and you put more pressure into your strokes as you let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

Dmitri took the opportunity to wrap a hand around your bared throat, thumb stroking against your pulse point.

“So pretty,” he sighed, and you shuddered at the way his accent rolled over the word. “Does it feel good?”

When you didn’t immediately respond, too lost in chasing your own pleasure, you felt his grip tighten on your throat. You moaned properly then, your walls throbbing as if he just grabbed you by your core.

“Stay with me, now,” he growled into your ear. “I said, does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you gasped against his grip. Then, on an afterthought, you whispered: “Da.”

You smirked when he groaned at your use of his mother tongue, giggling when his resolve slipped away and he instinctively rubbed up against you while burying his face in your shoulder.

“You do too much playing,” despite his chastising, you could feel his smile against your skin.

“You’re one to talk,” you said breathlessly.

“You’re right,” he murmured, lifting his head and pressing a kiss to your temple. “But we’re having fun, no?”

To emphasize his point, he ground his hips against you once more. You both moaned when the slide of the water made his cock slip and slot between your thighs, so close to where you both wanted it to be.

“Блядь!” he hissed, thrusting forward again when you squeezed him between your thighs. He held your legs in place as he fucked you like that, the water and your arousal allowing his cock to glide easily between the soft plush of your inner thighs.

“So wet,” he growled appreciatively, grinding his hips into yours as he fucked your thighs. “And all for me. So good, малышка.”

“God, Dmitri,” you felt delirious as you looked down and watched the head of his cock peek out between your legs with each thrust, your thighs twitching when it just barely grazed against your clit. “Please.”

He pulled away from you then, and you could have cried from the loss of his warm weight against your frame. His hands on your waist guided you to turn and face him, and through the fog of pleasure, it dawned on you that this was the first time you were actually looking at him since this all began.

His wet hair was unruly, sticking up in multiple directions from you grabbing at it. And his eyes were dark, blue irises almost entirely engulfed by his lust-blown pupils, as they raked over your body to take in your own disheveled state. His strong chest heaved with his labored breathing, and you set your hands over the light dusting of hair there before trailing them up his neck, pulling him in for a hungry kiss.

Dmitri wasted no time in lifting you up and pushing your back against the wall, hissing into your mouth when you dug your nails into his shoulder at the cold press on your skin.

“Sorry, sorry,” you whispered, kissing the crescent welts and soothing the skin with your tongue.

He laughed lightly. “Don’t apologize. I want you to leave marks.”

He shifted then, adjusting his hold on you so that your legs were draped over his elbows, his hands supporting your lower back while he pressed you into the wall. You watched with hooded eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance, slowly easing the head of his cock in before meeting your gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that,” his voice was low, and your lips parted on a silent moan as he slowly thrust in and out, his thick cock stretching you wider and wider as he eased in deeper with each stroke.

He shamelessly moaned when he finally bottomed out, halting his movements when his hips were flush with yours and just pressing his weight into you. The pressure was too much and not enough at the same time. You felt like with one more inch he would split you open, yet you still weren’t as close to him as you wanted to be. You wouldn’t be satisfied until he consumed you completely.

His eyes were closed as he tried to regain his composure, and you couldn’t help but hungrily take in the way his pleasure etched into his features; furrowing his brow, flushing his cheeks, and pulling his lips into a soft ‘o’. He blinked his eyes open slowly, growling when he met your heated gaze.

“If you keep looking at me like that,” he warned. “I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Who said I want you to control yourself?” you smirked, unable to resist challenging him even with his cock filling you to the brim.

He smirked too, clicking his tongue as he lowered his face to tenderly rub his nose against yours. “What am I going to do with you?”

Then, as if to answer his own question, he pulled out and slammed back into you with a punishing thrust. You cried out, your head falling back against the tile when the force of his hips pushed you a few inches up the wall. He followed it up with another harsh thrust as he set a brutal rhythm, pressing his mouth to yours as he pounded into you with abandon.

“О Боже мой,” he grunted against your lips. “You feel so good. So perfect.”

You moaned as the praise showered over you, heating your skin more than the cascading water ever could. The wet sound of his hips slapping into yours reverberated throughout the small shower, filling your ears along with the guttural sounds Dmitri was making as he fucked you into the wall. You gasped when he adjusted your legs again, casting them over his shoulders so you were completely bent in half, all of his weight pushing into you as he got impossibly deeper.

The feverish cries spilling past your lips were uninhibited, growing louder and more desperate with each push of his hips against yours. You nearly sobbed when one of the hands supporting your lower back finally moved to rub against your clit, deft fingers stroking in tandem with every thrust.

“Вот так, малышка,” Dmitri’s voice rumbled against your throat where he had buried his head. “Ты звучишь потрясающе. Такая маленькая шлюшка для меня.”

You whined at his use of Russian, your body thrumming with pleasure as the foreign words ghosted across your damp skin and set every nerve ending into a frenzy.

“Dmitri,” you whimpered into his hair, latching onto the strands and shuddering when he applied more pressure to your clit, driving harder into your wet heat. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he rasped into your neck, an almost pained groan spilling from his lips as your walls clung tighter to his cock.

“In me,” you whispered, feeling him falter slightly in his movements before lifting his head to look at you with hesitant eyes.

“Please, Dmitri,” you whined, too blissed out to even feel remotely embarrassed by how desperate you were being. “I want to feel you inside me for days. Please.”

Your request pulled a feral growl from his chest, his hips quickly picking back up their ruthless pace as he chased his release. He moved to press his lips to yours again, though it just resulted in panting in each other’s mouths as your pleasure came closer and closer to its peak.

While his thumb continued its ministrations on your clit, Dmitri snuck two fingers down to squeeze them in alongside with his cock, curling them just so to press up against that sweet spot inside of you. That, coupled with the added stretch, was enough to make you see stars, stray tears falling down your cheeks as you trembled through wave after wave of pleasure.

“Да, да, да,” Dmitri chanted softly into the hair’s breadth of space between your lips, letting out a long moan as he followed you over the precipice. His hips stilled against yours as his cock throbbed inside you, liquid warmth seeping into your center and causing another belated surge of pleasure to shudder through your overstimulated body.

His forehead pressed into your shoulder as he let out a satisfied sigh. A tired laugh bubbled out of your chest as you cradled his head, petting down his hair to try and undo the mess you made of it. He hummed at the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, turning his head inward to press a line of kisses up your neck and to your jaw, not stopping until his lips found yours.

Without the cloud of lust muddling your senses, you were actually able to revel in the feeling of kissing Dmitri; how soft his lips felt, and the way the hairs of his mustache tickled the sensitive skin above your lip. You smiled against his mouth at the sensation.

He pulled away slightly, examining your face with adoring eyes. “What is it?”

“Your mustache tickles,” you giggled and bumped your nose with his, feeling giddy when he laughed along with you and pressed another sound kiss to your lips.

When you both decided it was finally time to actually bathe, he attentively helped you back down to your feet, letting you brace yourself against his sturdy frame while you tried to regain the feeling in your legs. His hands were gentle and diligent as they moved over the planes of your body, careful around healing wounds and bruises from the days passed as they lathered your skin with soap. He shot you an apologetic glance at the new bruises blossoming bright red on your lower back, tenderly massaging the skin there as he washed you.

You returned the favor once he was all done, delighting in the firm feel of his body under your hands as they glided over his skin. As you washed him, you felt the trickle of something warm and thick running down your thigh. It caught Dmitri’s attention as well, and his eyes darkened in interest as he brought his fingers to trail up your inner thigh, collecting the cum with the pads of two fingers before swiftly inserting them between your legs.

You gasped at the intrusion, burying your face in his chest when embarrassment burned in your cheeks.

“You did say you wanted to feel it in you for days, да?”

You shuddered at how smug he sounded, your face only feeling hotter when he massaged your tender walls before pulling his fingers back out.

By the time you stepped out of the shower the water was freezing, your teeth chattering away as you rushed to get dressed.

“This is nothing. We were just stranded in the cold for days,” Dmitri laughed at your jittery dance as you waited for him to finish changing.

You gladly let Dmitri bundle you up in a blanket once you were back in the bedroom, watching him with warm eyes as he adjusted the hem of the soft fabric around your neck. Your heart sank when he stepped away from the bed you were sitting on.

“Hey,” you called quietly, your anxiety spiking when he stopped in front of the other bed, looking back towards you curiously. “We… we can sleep together, if you want. It would be warmer that way.”

Dmitri blinked at you, almost confused, and you felt extremely shy all of the sudden. Then you saw him smirk, chuckling under his breath before reaching down and pulling the sheet off the bed.

“I was just grabbing another blanket,” he walked back over to you, pointing at the cloth draped over your still-shivering frame. “I didn’t think you’d share with me.”

“Oh,” you mumbled bashfully, dipping your chin further into the jumbled fabric around your neck.

You completely covered your face when he started laughing, embarrassed by how insecure you probably sounded. The bed dipped as he got on it, then you heard him softly call your name. Reluctantly pulling the blanket down, you found him lying on one side of the bed with his arms open in invitation.

You immediately burrowed into his side, feeling more than hearing the rumble in his chest when he let out another fond chuckle. He turned the lamp off next to the bed, a blanket of darkness falling over the room.

“So needy, куколка,” he whispered, enveloping you in his arms and kissing your hair.

“You just…” you hesitated, your chest constricting with the intensity of your feelings. You worried it might be too much for your current situation. “You make me feel safe.”

You felt him hold you tighter then. “Good. You are safe with me.”

You wanted to say more. You wanted him to know how happy he made you, and how much you cared for his safety too. You wanted to tell him that you would be more than willing to repeat tonight’s events, that you would eagerly accept and reciprocate his touch outside of this room.

But tomorrow was uncertain. There was no telling when, or even if, you’d make it back to the States. And if you did make it back, what did that mean for him?

“Dmitri,” you kept your voice quiet, not wanting to disturb the peace that had fallen over the dark room. “If it turns out that there is a way for us to get back to our country…”

You didn’t know how to finish the question. You didn’t know how to ask without making it sound like a request. You also didn’t know if you could handle an answer that involved you parting ways.

“Then we will go to your country,” he muttered the words sleepily into the top of your head, sending a chill down your scalp.

“You would leave your home?”

“Hm? My home?” his sleepy voice was laced with confusion. “I was living at a prison as a guard for years. Not the coziest home, eh?”

You hummed in understanding, deciding to leave it alone and let him sleep. He seemed to pick up on your unease, though, and you suddenly felt a tickle against your temple as he nuzzled his face into your hair.

“As far as I’m concerned,” he soothed a hand up and down your arm, squeezing your shoulder and pulling you impossibly closer to him. “You are home.”

You felt yourself sink into him, warmth spilling from your chest and all the way out, your toes and fingertips tingling with it.

Everything you wanted to say would be said eventually. If not, you were pretty sure Dmitri already knew.

                                          ///

Да/Da → Yes

Куколка → Literally means “little baby doll” or “dolly,” but it’s equivalent to “baby” or “sweetheart” in English

Малышкa → Baby

Блядь → Fuck

О Боже мой → Oh my God

“Вот так, малышка. Ты звучишь потрясающе. Такая маленькая шлюшка для меня.” → “That’s it, baby. You sound amazing. Such a little slut for me.”

[arachine]

— 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?: 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬

+ 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝: multiple stranger things men

+ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mature

+ 𝐜𝐰: explicit sexual content

+ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: me when i’m reposting this for the 5th time 

+ part one can be found here !

+ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: the small font is a stylistic choice that is only used for headcanons because they’re usually very short reads!

peter “the 001 for you” ballard 

↻ length: crazy men have big dicks. this is a known—a fact. it cannot and will not be debated. why do some of you keep going back to your crazy exes? surely not because of their personalities…but i digress. peter doesn’t even know he’s got a dick of gold swinging in his pants. like he’s aware of its presence, but he never really sat down and thought ‘damn, i’ve gotta really big dick’—probably because he’s too distracted most of the time planning the demise of a bunch of little kids more than half of his age. 

coming in at 6 inches flaccid, and roughly 7.4 inches erect, this definitely makes peter the second biggest on the list. 

↻ width: he doesn’t really strike me as someone who’s gotta thick cock. i’d like to think it’s on the skinnier side, mostly because he’s very tall and lanky.

↻ color: peter is so pale, it’s literally just a pink stick. 

extra:

↻ groomed: hmmm… a part of me wants to say yes. i think he’d groom it down probably for comfort. i can imagine that it’d get very itchy in those white orderly jumpsuits, and so, i feel like he’d groom it down in that sense. he just strikes me as someone who’s very calculated and precise with everything that they do, so having an itch down there would be annoying and he hates to be annoyed. 

↻ curved: unfortunately, no :(

↻ veins: yes, plenty. they start to branch down from his pelvic region, all the way to his dick. they wrap around so prettily and when he gets hard, it looks kinda mean and angry!

↻ how he uses it: peter likes to fuck you from the back, with the upper half of your body smooshed down into a hard surface, and your head forced down flat with the palm of his hand. it’s the only position he enjoys that doesn’t involve intimacy. but most of all, he likes it down your throat. because in this position, you’re on your knees, with your head tilted up at him, and tears streaming down your eyes like ribbons.

it gets him so unbelievably hard because he’s the one with all of the control. you sit there and take him—all of him—down your throat because you like it. and he knows you like it too. he knows that you get a rush when he pushes it so far down that you can’t breathe, and he knows you like it when he forces all of his load down your mouth. so, that’s why this is his favorite position. because from up here? he’s a god, and you’re just some bitch that prays to his dick like it’s sunday service.

dmitri “got you walking side to side” antonov or, better known as, enzo

↻ length: if i speak…

ok, listen. i’ve heard some things about those russian men, i’ve seen some things…and i’d like to bet that enzo is one of them. there’s just something in the atmosphere down there, something in the air…something that i think we (the people) should investigate because why and what is causing this big dick phenomenon? anyway, enzo is 6.7 inches flaccid and 8 inches hard. i don’t make the rules, i listen to the voices. and right now they’re telling me to relay the message and i am. 

↻ width: baybeee, let me tell you something. his is thick. like, really thick. you just better hope he has the patience to stretch you open first, because if not…well, good luck soldier. 

↻ color: i could say pink—but i won’t. i am standing on this hill when i say his cock is tanned and his tip is brown or brown adjacent. it’s somewhere in the brown family okay, just…just trust me on this one. i know russia is cold as fuck but he ain’t that damn pale, so i am not budging with my answer. 

extra:

↻ groomed: no. just full, unadulterated man bush over here. how we like it. the girls that get it, get. and the girls that don’t, don’t. 

↻ curved: uhm, duh. he is a founding father of the captain hook club!

↻ veins: vein wonderland, just so many of ‘em.

↻ how he uses it: i don’t think it matters what position, you’re getting fucked and you’re getting fucked good. just know you’ll be directionally challenged by the end of it. suddenly, determining left from right, and up from down becomes a challenge tad too difficult. 

argyle “let me smoke you out” [redacted] …because he wasn’t given a last name. them damn duffer brothers fucking up my list!

↻ length: i’d like to say his dick is as long as his gorgeous hair (which i’m very jealous of), but it isn’t. i’d like to sit here and tell you that the man who carried season four with jokes has a 12 incher, but i can’t (for i fear the masses will crucify me at the stake). but in all seriousness, argyle has the perfect cock. it’s not intimidatingly large like peter or enzo’s, but it’s not too small either. 

argyle rests at a smooth 4.8 inches flaccid and a good 6 inches erect. and whatever he lacks in length—which isn’t much because 6 is perfect for some girlies—he makes up for in girth. 

↻ width: i love me some stout men, and when i look at argyle, i just see a man with a fat cock and balls. big fat balls. big nuts. like i want the weight of his dick to be so powerful that it gives me a black eye…but, maybe that’s just me. 

↻ color: he has such a pretty complexion, so i just know that it flows from a nice tanned color, into a pretty brown or mauve-y color at the tip.

extra:

↻ groomed: no, he doesn’t have time for that. he only has enough time in the world to roll his blunts and get high. everything else be damned. the male-bush agenda is going strong and we can’t stop now!

↻ curved: to the left, and he really knows how to use it. i know i said before that he didn’t have much time for anything other than rolling blunts, but i lied. he’s definitely got the time to learn how to make a woman cum. 

↻ veins: just one that stretches from the side of his cock to the underside of his shaft…

↻ how he uses it: oh, god. i just know he likes a good ol’ mating press. he likes squishing you down into the bed, or the back of his van and getting all deep in your cunt. he says it’s because he’s ‘so high’ and that ‘he’s tired’ every time he flops down on your like that, but you know it’s because he loves seeing you folded like a pretzel beneath him. nothing beats the expression you wear when he hits that spot you like. the one that gets your toes curling, and your legs shaking, and leaves your head all dizzy. he could fuck you like that forever and it still would always feel like the first time. 

jonathan “i have a degree in stalking” byers

↻ length: i don’t care for jonathan but i feel like he’s got something a little lethal down there…like not crazy big but he’s definitely working with something, so maybe that’s why nance ignored all the stalking. what if…what if i said he’s got like something close to a 7 incher? like 6.5-6.7? i don’t know… i don’t know but them creepy guys be having good dick. exhibit a: joe goldberg. it must be some sort of requirement…

↻ width: hmm, he leans more on the skinnier side so i don’t think he’d be thick.

↻ color: scarily pink, like raw meat but progressively reddens when aroused.

extra:

↻ groomed: jonathan doesn’t take that much pride in his appearance, and until nance, he probably didn’t do too much grooming. but now he keeps it fairly shaved down.

↻ curved: almost as straight as will, but in other words, yes. it’s got some curve too it but not enough to be a part of the captain hook committee, unfortunately. 

↻ veins: two prominent ones that form a ‘y’ shape down his shaft

↻ how he uses it: the real question is how long can he use it? because i don’t think that boy’s got any self restraint. he probably finishes really quickly, but i kinda see him having a lot of stamina—but not in the way you think. i feel like he’d prefer having you ride him, because in this position, he gets to play with your tits and admire your body like the pathetic man he is, but as soon as he cums, his dick is ready to go again before he is. it’s just him lying there, totally overstimulated, and you riding him, milking him for all he’s worth. so, yeah, i’d say he’s not so much as using his own dick, but you using him. 

© all content belongs to arachine 2022. no reposts, modifications, plagiarizing, or remaking of any form without proper credit. 

[galactic-magick]

Stranger things headcanon request please! The characters reacting to reader having been both with powers, thank you!

The reader has similar powers to Eleven and the other kids in this, but their powers didn't come from lab experiments they just were born with them. Hope you like!

Have a Stranger Things request? Read this!

Steve Harrington:

Steve is super confused when he first finds out about your powers

he knows Eleven and has heard about what she went through at the lab so he's both surprised and relieved you didn't have to go through that to be this powerful

he's in awe of everything you can do

occasionally he tries to be protective of you, even though he very well knows you don't need it

you think it's cute that he thinks he could match you in a fight with his silly little bat

Robin Buckley:

she completely loses her mind whenever you use your powers

and she will not shut up about how cool you are

she has a lot of questions though that you don't really have answers for

you don't really know why you were born with these powers, you've just always had them

she likes to joke that when you're paired up for an investigation or side quest for the party you're the brawn and she's the brains, although she hypes up all your other qualities not just your strong powers

she loves all of you and thinks you're the hottest human being in every dimension

Nancy Wheeler:

sometimes you have to tell this girl to turn her journalism brain off because she just loves finding answers and getting to the bottom of things

when you tell her about your powers she immediately is interested in how you got them

if you're also interested in that she'd offer to help you get access to old files, maybe there's some connection in your family history, and as we've seen she knows how to fake documents to get in places haha

if you're not super interested in why you were born with them she'd totally respect that too though

overall she'd just think it's super amazing that you're here and the universe blessed her with you

Eddie Munson:

this man is still very new to this so he'd be freaking out a little

if he meets you before he meets Eleven then he'd be extra freaked out because he's never seen powers like that in action before

once he gets over the initial shock of "holy shit telekinesis is real" then he'd think it's amazing and wonderful

he'd just stare at you with his beautiful big brown eyes

if he wasn't already whipped for you he'd certainly be now

as a huge fantasy nerd he'd be baffled that he's witnessing fantasy come to life in someone as awesome as you

Jonathan Byers:

Jonathan's a little tired of all this at this point lets be real, mans is just drowning all his problems out with weed

so when he first finds out about your powers he's scared of being dragged back into all the Upside Down stuff

but when you tell him you were born with them and they didn't come from Hawkins Lab or anything, he's a lot more open to it and interested in it

you become a safe space for him, and he feels like he can really take a deep breath for once around you because you could protect him if anything happened

Argyle:

he thinks your powers are sick af

the first time you use them in front of him he's high so he thinks he's just seeing things

but after it wears off he still asks you about it, cuz honestly this guy is super smart and observant and he knows when the vibes are off

you end up telling him because you trust him and you care about him enough that you want him to know this part of yourself

he's definitely the type to ask if you can do cool tricks

which of course you do cuz who can say no to him

001:

you're just like him and he can sense that immediately

he feels a super deep connection to you because you were both born with these powers, only difference is yours weren't discovered by Dr. Brenner and you weren't sent to the lab with him

he kind of wishes you had been discovered though, so he could've met you earlier

he wants you to join him, because the two of you combined would be literally unstoppable

if you say no he'd probably try to kill you cuz you'd be a huge threat to him, but if you say yes y'all would have the most villainous twisted love imaginable and could probably actually carry out his dream of remaking the world

Jim Hopper:

he wouldn't really be sure what to do with you to be honest

sure, he's dealt with being El's adopted father and her powers, but it feels a lot different since you're not a kid

he kinda just lets you do your thing, he doesn't mess with you because he knows you can take care of yourself

sometimes you like to kid around with him, making things move and jump scaring him

he doesn't think it's funny but you think it's hilarious

scaring the shit out of people is a love language I think

Dmitri "Enzo" Antonov:

Enzo literally doesn't know shit about all this horror sci-fi stuff back in Hawkins besides the bits Hopper has told him and fighting a Demagorgon

so when he hears about your powers his entire world is warped

like here you are, this person he really cares about, and you have these crazy abilities that are usually only in fiction

he might be really scared at first, he knows you'd never hurt him but people like you are so foreign to him

once he's used to the idea though, he'd love it

he'd be so filled with amazement and wonder

Joyce Byers:

you think she's protective of Will? just wait until you see how she is with you

as soon as she finds out about your powers she'd have so many questions to make sure you're safe

you assure her they're not connected to the Upside Down so she doesn't need to worry about you dealing with that

once that's out of the way she'd honestly love having your powers in her life

even just silly little domestic things, like using your powers to get her something from the top shelf of the cupboard

she'd feel safe with you around, she knows you'll protect her and her family and everyone in the house loves you

[moooxy]

Double Trouble (18+)

MINORS DNI

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov (Enzo) x f!Reader | Jim Hopper x f!Reader

Synopsis: the night before the big reunion sparks feelings and desires… during strip ‘poker’.

Word Count: 3.6K

Warnings: Threesome, hair pulling, choking, stripping, gambling, deepthroating, spanking, very vulgar language…

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.

“James?” Dmitri chortles.

“Don’t push it, Antonov. It’s Jim.” Hopper painfully replies.

“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.

[stargirlstudio]

Dmitri’s Reaction to You Wearing his Clothes [Headcanons]

18+ ONLY. DNI if under 18.

SFW Headcanons

Dmitri wasn’t one to keep a lot of clothes, just the basics — something akin to a capsule wardrobe

So when his hoodies and t shirts started to go missing, he wondered if you had to do anything with that

“Hey have you been taking my shirts?”

“Yeah…they’re really comfy. Do you want them back?”

“No, you can keep them”

If you took them just to wear them around the house, he would go absolutely wild

He loved how they fit you, whether you would fill them out or they would absolutely engulf you — he thought you looked perfect

Don’t let him see you wearing his button ups outside of the house because he is in absolute awe

Expect him to flirt with you constantly and check you out

“Hey, I was wondering if I could get your number maybe you can call me tonight,”

“Dmitri, we are already together we live together,”

NSFW Headcanons

“What’s wrong with your clothes? You’re always stealing my shirts,”

“I like…getting your attention. I like the way you look at me when I wear them,”

“If you wanted my attention, you could have asked,”

If you’re wearing his oversized shirts, he’ll hold your waist underneath his shirt

“You look so pretty wearing my shirts,” He says feeling you clench around his fingers.

Even if he sees you in the hallway passing by in his clothes, he won't be able to focus on what he was doing at the moment

Brain is short circuiting

"I wanna fuck you like this all the time,"

Morning sex after breakfast in his t shirt? Yeah

He likes seeing your tits bounce through his shirt

[polakina]

my masterlist

all of my filth at your disposal <3

everything is 18+ (nothing here is sfw as of yet)

updated: 15.03.24

call of duty

headcanon masterlist

scars do heal series (completed)

1. the rookie and the cowboys 2. eyes in the sky 3. on the hunt 4. he saw red 5. 92 days 6. cracks in porcelain 7. chicago after dark 8. shacked up and locked in 9. clearing the fog 10. the company of whiskey

in the shadows tell me your secrets

red dead redemption 2

headcanon masterlist

evenings in the east

on his knees for you

(request) follow the trail

(request) hard to ignore

spider-verse

que maravilla, que bonita

intensified senses

you can handle it

the mandalorian

don't tease me, cyar'ika

moon knight

his undoing

fixation - part 1

the finest whiskey - part 2

when heaven meets hell

dipped in honey

history lesson

(request) anticipation

[canadiansummer]

SEE YOURSELF (18+)

Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Fem!Reader / Enzo x Fem!Reader Series: Day one of the October challenges. | Masterlist here. Prompt: Edging/Orgasm denial Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT. Not much plot. Note: Here we are to kick this off. I hope you all enjoy.

You knew you were a little stubborn. 

It had been something that had been stuck with you since you were a kid. You knew how to really dig your heels in about certain things, an odd mix of patience only making your stubbornness stronger in certain ways. You could really hold your ground when you had your mind set on something, as much as that was both a virtue and a flaw depending on the situation. It was usually only in hindsight that you could tell the difference. 

If anything, it felt like you noticed most things in hindsight these days. 

You knew your little on-and-off partnership with Murray might come back to bite you in the ass, and it wasn’t like what you had found yourself doing as entirely legal. Given that you had been raised up by a family of Doomsday Preppers, it wasn’t like you were unfamiliar with things like paranoia and secrecy. You had also gotten particularly skilled at forging documents–nothing overly official, but an ID or driver’s license here and there. Passports were always extra and something you didn’t like doing often, but it was the thing that got someone like Murray on your radar.

He always brought you the more…interesting work. You should have figured that he’d bring you something that really got you in over your head. 

That moment eventually came in the form of a sudden appearance from the man himself and an exhausted looking stranger in tow. 

Though, the following months were a surprise too. The evolution from taking him in as a begrudging favor, to something closer to friends, and now occasionally pulling each other into bed. Really, you knew Dmitri was an attractive man, as much as the situation he brought with him was nothing but a headache sometimes. He was rather soft-spoken, yet he had a wit to him that had drawn you into him very easily after a while. Intelligent, introspective when the moment was right, and almost playful in others. 

As much as your initial goal was to get him set up so he could leave, it was hard not to feel like you wanted to keep him around sometimes. Some days it felt like you both would dance around the subject, as much as you eventually landed on it in the end. 

It was hard to ignore the way the gazes started to linger, too. The way a part of you had wanted to test the line, yet struggled to find the courage to really do so in ways that were noticeable. You had thought, at least. 

Obviously, that viewpoint had shifted once the facades started to drop and one night you found your hand gripping at the hair on the back of his head, Dmitri’s mouth on your own.

Really, you didn’t fully know what this was supposed to be between the two of you. The first night, you had just figured it would be just that. The second night, it kind of threw things into question. Along with the odd tender moment shared between the two of you that felt much more than just this unnamed thing between the two of you. Yet, neither of you seemed to want to put a name to it, to say exactly what it was. Sometimes it ate at you, while in other moments you didn’t really care to dig into it. 

The current night fell more toward the latter. 

Dmitri could be hard to read sometimes, especially when things turned more physical. Sometimes it felt like the both of you were trying to scratch an itch that neither of you could get at otherwise, while other times it felt more intimate than that. 

The look in Dmitri’s eyes was more amused than you were used to, currently, however. 

The night had started slow, lingering touches and kisses coming across as more sensual. It hadn’t taken you a terribly long time to figure out where things were headed, and it had you responding in kind. Really, it had been a while and you couldn’t help the small building eagerness that started to drive your actions. Yet, Dmitri seemed to have his own plans, stopping your wandering hands from progressing too far with a frustrating sense of patience. His touches were the opposite, trailing along toward the parts you wanted him to touch the most before he would change course. 

By the time you found yourself laying on your back on your bed, you had an idea on what he was trying to do. 

Still, you found yourself shutting your eyes as Dmitri’s mouth pressed against the side of your neck. You parted your legs to let him lay between them, pressing his body against your own as he dropped his kisses down to the space that connected your neck to your shoulder. You ran your hands down his back, trailing your fingers over his spine before resting on his lower back. You lifted your hips somewhat, grinding yourself against the hardness of his cock through his boxers. Dmitri responded in kind, pressing himself against you and gave you a taste of the contact you were seeking. Yet, it didn’t seem to deter him too much from his slower pace. 

Mercifully, however, he seemed to catch on to what you were wanting as he moved to pull your underwear down your legs. You shifted forward somewhat, spreading your legs a little more so you opened yourself for him a little more. The action pulled a small groan from him that almost dissolved into a chuckle at the end. 

“You are very eager tonight.” 

“You’re being a terrible tease,” you replied, taking in a short breath when you felt him press a finger along your folds and stopping to rub against a certain spot. 

“You don’t seem to mind.” 

“I’m starting to, actually…” you muttered, sounding half-hearted even in your own ears as you gently rolled your hips against his hand. 

Dmitri kept his attention on your clit with his fingers, sometimes circling it in a way that had you gasping somewhat before he’d slow down with more deliberate strokes. He was close to what you needed, yet always a short ways off. It was slowly starting to kill you. All the while, he remained nearby, watching your reactions and you knew he would change up his motions if you showed too much of one. 

You wanted to control your reactions, take him by surprise, yet you knew it was pointless. You had already been pent up and he was only making that worse. 

So, it had you moaning outright when he finally inserted his fingers. The slight stretch was welcomed, his fingers pumping inside almost feeling like a relief. You gently rocked your hips against his movements, not wanting to give too much but also wanting him to touch just a little deeper. 

You welcomed the kiss he pressed against your mouth as he leaned over, parting your lips for his tongue with a small sigh. You rested your hand against the back of his neck while you dropped a hand down toward his lower abdomen. At meeting no protest from him, you dropped that hand lower to palm at him over his boxers. The action pulled a small moan from him against your mouth, pressing himself a little harder against your hand. You started to stroke him somewhat, trying to match the pace he set with his fingers still inside you. 

It was difficult to keep that up, however, when he curled his fingers somewhat to swipe against a spot inside you that shot little sparks of pleasure into your core. At the small whimper you let out, Dmitri took the time to pull back from the kiss somewhat to guide your hand away from where you were touching him. 

“You want me to touch you?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he replied, “But it defeats the purpose.” 

“What would that be?” You might honestly just do what he wanted if it meant it would release the tension building in your gut. 

“No matter how close you get, I’m not letting you cum tonight unless it is on my cock.” 

“I-I’m more than ready,” you said, the combination of his words and another brush against that spot inside you almost making you moan. 

“I know. You are soaking my fingers. I know you are more patient than this, though,” Dmitri replied. 

You were patient in some sense, but this was certainly a test of that. Still, you couldn’t help but take in the sensations he was pulling from you, hitting just the right spots enough to really have you squirming somewhat. You could feel that familiar tension building toward that moment you were craving, Dmitri keeping up his pace with his fingers. You were left to grip one of your thighs and the bed when he moved further down so he knelt down at the edge of the bed. 

Just as it felt like you were crawling closer to that edge, he slowly pulled his fingers out. You groaned somewhat, feeling your walls pulse in the absence as you let your head fall back somewhat in frustration. While a part of you wanted to tell him to stop playing around, you couldn’t help but admit that a small part of you was curious. What it would feel like to finally climax after you had been pushed toward that moment again and again. Yet, you knew there was only so much you could take. You figured there was only so much Dmitri could take, too, yet he was making a particularly good show of indifference at the moment. 

So, you didn’t say anything when you felt him start to kiss the inside of your thighs, his hot breath against the sensitive skin there as he kissed his way further up. Very close, yet didn’t put his mouth on you just yet. 

While the excitement from before was starting to ebb out, you knew the anticipation was putting a flutter to your stomach. The curiosity was keeping you playing along for the moment, yet you couldn’t help the way you wanted to buck your hips or at least touch yourself. Still, you let him do what he wanted for the moment. 

Thankfully, it wasn’t much longer until Dmitri shifted one of your legs to settle against one of his shoulders before he bowed his head down. The feeling of his tongue dragging along your sensitive folds pulled a small sound from you, one of your hands coming down to rest in his hair. Moreso for something to hold, considering you doubted he’d let you guide him this time around. As much as you craved something deeper, the prodding of his tongue inside you was pleasurable enough. 

Though, you weren’t too sure if it was a good thing if he had worked you up beforehand or not. 

Your clit was particularly sensitive and begging for attention when Dmitri finally swiped his tongue over it, the feeling making your legs tense somewhat. The alternating between his tongue against your clit and the light sucking had you struggling not to grind yourself on his mouth, pulling a few drawn out gasps and moans from you. Though, the addition of another finger pushing inside you had you letting out a short cry. 

“Dmitri–fuck…” 

“Not yet,” he warned as he parted his mouth from you for a moment, watching you squirm somewhat at him pushing a second finger into you again. 

“You’re…terrible,” you managed to get out around a small moan. 

“If you could see yourself, you would understand why I do it,” he commented before reattaching his mouth to your clit again. 

You moaned again as he sucked at your clit again, the combination of his fingers pushing you into that familiar territory again. The growing tension in your gut made you tighten your hold in his hair, moving your hips against him until you felt him press you down against the bed with his free hand. This was starting to become rather torturous, as much as you were feeding off the mounting pleasure he was giving you.

In particular, you could feel that pressure moving down toward your core as Dmitri kept his attention on your pussy. You let out a few moans, trying to keep your hips still as he curled his fingers somewhat, tongue flicking against your clit. You took in a short breath, feeling your walls start to twitch somewhat as you could feel yourself growing dangerously close. 

Dmitri pulled back, removing his fingers from inside of you. You let out a small noise at the sudden absence, your walls twitching somewhat but you could already feel that sensation becoming less intense from the lack of stimulation. 

“I want to cum so badly, please…” you muttered around a small breath as Dmitri stood up at the end of the bed. 

“Not yet,” Dmitri repeated, shifting the last of his clothing down to release his hard cock. 

He climbed back up onto the bed, crawling over you so he could press his mouth against yours in a hard kiss. You responded instantly, pressing back into the kiss with a small sigh as you wrapped your arms around the back of his shoulders, his body pressing against your own in a way that was somehow both not enough and a little overwhelming at the same time. 

You lifted your hips somewhat, feeling his cock slide against your folds. The sensation pulled a moan from Dmitri against your mouth, him pressing back in return as he ground himself against you somewhat as you met his motion with another small roll of your hips. He parted from the kiss with a small inhale, letting out another short moan as you rubbed yourself against him again. 

As much as the words were right on the tip of your tongue; how much you wanted to feel him inside you, thankfully you didn’t have to say anything at the moment. Dmitri shifted somewhat, you feeling the tip of his cock press against your entrance as you wrapped your legs around his hips somewhat. You let out a soft sound at him pushing inside, his cock stretching you open a little more with only a little bit of a sting given how wet you already were. While he could push in further with little resistance, Dmitri still went slower than he needed to. 

Though, the feeling of his cock fully inside you was enough to where you didn’t feel the need to complain much. Still, you moved your hips against him, really wanting some movement. Dmitri rolled his hips against yours in turn, another somewhat slow movement as you tried to urge him to move a little faster. You were only met with a small, breathless huff in amusement and another small roll of his hips. 

“I have never seen you so needy for me.” 

“That is completely of your own doing–oh, fuck.” You cut yourself with a small gasp when he pressed into you with a bit of a harder thrust. 

“You have been really good for me, just a little more,” he muttered into your shoulder. 

You gripped a little tighter onto his shoulders as Dmitri’s thrusts became a little harder, setting a rhythm that was easier for you to follow. Still, despite that, you were still ridiculously close and each thrust of his cock rubbed against you in a way that made that fact hard to ignore. You really didn’t know how long ‘just a little more’ was in Dmitri’s mind, yet you tried your best to prolong your looming orgasm, trying not to move too much at points in increasingly poor attempts at trying to hold back. 

Shutting your eyes for a few moments, you tried to focus on anything outside of that pressure building up in you again. It was rather difficult, however, as you could hear Dmitri panting in your ear, his increasingly frequent moans and the sounds of your bodies meeting together as he thrusts grew faster. You let out a small, strained noise almost as a warning–to yourself or him, you weren’t sure–as you could feel that light fluttering deep inside you. 

The seconds almost seemed to drag on, each press of his cock against your walls and prod against that spot inside of you pushing you closer and closer to that edge. Dmitri’s thrusts were coming faster and deeper, the pleasure of those sensations making you moan and cry out more than you really had control over. 

“Dmitri…” you moaned. 

“I know,” he breathed, letting out what sounded like a curse in Russian. 

Mercifully, it seemed like the moment you had been waiting for was not as far off as you had been feeling. After a few more seconds, as much as it felt like time was dragging on indefinitely in the moment, Dmitri let out a deep moan and lifted his head to look at you again. 

“Cum for me,” he finally said, a command that took a few seconds to register but you were more than happy to oblige. 

You started to move your hips in time with his own again, only having to really hold on for more than a few more thrusts before that building pressure finally moved further down. You pressed your head back against the bed as your pussy clenched around Dmitri’s cock, the rush of your orgasm washing out his short praises and comments as you did so. Nor did you really catch the moment when Dmitri buried himself deep inside you and came with a low groan into your neck. You moaned and whimpered a little as the effects of your orgasm started to ebb out, your walls still clenching and fluttering lightly as your mind seemed to return to you. 

Dmitri still lay on top of you, his chest pressing against your own as he was catching his breath. You willed your legs to relax from where you still had them curled against his hips, which prompted him to shift to pull out of you before laying down against your side. 

“You are okay?” he asked after a few moments, which made you nod lightly with a small chuckle. 

“Yes.” 

You placed your hand over the arm Dmitri slung across your middle, smiling softly at the feeling of him pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. 

“I’ll get you back for this,” you muttered, feeling the tickle of Dmitri’s mustache against your skin as he grinned. “Just probably not tonight.” 

[dameronscopilot]

check, please!

Dmitri Antonov x f!reader

Summary: When Joyce and Murray finally reconvene with Hopper in the Russian prison, the group—with the help of Dmitri—manages to force the bloodthirsty Demogorgon back into its cage. Taking advantage of the confused chaos unraveling in the building, they escape, seeking temporary refuge at Dmitri’s apartment. His remaining time in Russia is short-lived, so Dmitri opts to spend his last evening in the country paying a visit to the one bright spot in his life—the pretty girl that works at the diner downstairs. 

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Word Count: 6k Content: NSFW, smut, porn with a little bit of plot, oral sex, unprotected p in v, creampies, spanking, spit kink, daddy kink, choking, soft!dom dmitri, rough sex, dirty talk, anal sex, knife kink, squirting

When you pull back slightly for air, nearly gasping, he steadies you, and you ask him boldly, “Are you coming in?” He cups the side of your face, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb as his gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips, and he nods. “Please”

Dmitri swipes his keys from their usual spot on the small, rusty hook inside of his locker in the staff break room, thankful that he had long since made it a habit not to carry them while on duty (after several other guards had suffered the misfortune of being slyly pickpocketed by prisoners). The other various odds and ends inside of his locker had likely been dumped immediately after his traitorous secret had been discovered—probably unceremoniously tossed in the incinerator—but the small keyring had luckily escaped unscathed, and it was the only thing he would have missed, anyway. 

Making his way back out into the hallway, Dmitri hastily ushers Hopper, Joyce, and Murray in the direction of the exit doors and then toward a dark green SUV sitting in the parking lot. They all pile in, and he momentarily glances at himself in the rearview mirror, taking in the exhausted expression lingering on his face before turning the key in the ignition, pulling out onto the main road, and slamming his foot down on the gas pedal as hard as the snow-covered motorway will allow.

A tense silence hangs in the air, punctuated only by the sounds of their chattering teeth and Murray’s fumbling attempts to get the heat going from his spot in the passenger seat. Joyce eventually pipes up from the back, “So uh…Enzo, right? Where exactly are we going?”

A car coming from the opposite direction passes by, and Dmitri tightens his grip on the steering wheel. He responds tightly, “My apartment. We’ll be there in just under an hour, so please do try to keep your reunion festivities in my backseat to…a minimum,” vaguely flourishing a hand in she and Hopper’s direction.

Hopper coughs, and Joyce crinkles her nose and asks, “But isn’t your apartment the first place that someone would come looking for you?”

Dmitri meets her gaze in the rearview and smirks, “Now what makes you think I would let a place like that keep my real address on file?”

The car settles back into a tentative, uneasy silence, which remains until they arrive in the small, nondescript town that Dmitri calls home. After parking behind his building, Dmitri leads the Americans down a hallway, up a flight of stairs, and to the familiar, faded red door of his apartment. His hands shake ever so slightly as he inserts the key into the lock, turns the handle, and flicks the lights on—part of him was certain he’d never see this place again. Not that he could stay here now, though, anyway. His false address would only give him a head start against potential retribution from the prison, but if he remained in Russia, they’d find him sooner or later.

Despite the looming sense of dread, Joyce convinces everyone that showers are in order before anything else. Dmitri isn’t sure if it’s for the woman’s own sake or if she’s just grown tired of the sight and smell of their dirty, bloody, appearances, but either way he’s thankful to be afforded a bit of time alone, nearly drowning himself under the hot stream of water.

Afterward, once he’s picked through the back of his closet for various odds and ends that are at least partially suitable for his guests to wear in place of their filthy clothes, Dmitri casually suggests that they head to the diner below his apartment to strategize over food and coffee as he runs a thumb over a faded, torn piece of receipt paper in his pocket with a heart drawn on the back of it. And if he has ulterior motives that involve seeing a familiar, comforting face in the wake of the worst night of his life, well, they don’t need to know that.

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The jingling of the bell above the diner door jolts you out of the daze that you had been lost in, having spent the better part of the last hour leaning against the counter attempting to stave off sleep—it was an uncharacteristically slow evening. You straighten up, hand automatically reaching for your faded yellow notepad and your favorite blue pen, and your heart leaps in your chest when a pair of familiar blue eyes meets yours. Your favorite regular has arrived with three companions in tow.

Originally from Chicago, you’ve spent the past two months in Russia as a part of your graduate studies. In that time, Enzo’s caffeine habits have become a daily staple of your shifts. The night that you met—your first shift—you’d somehow managed to get his fairly simple order of coffee and toast entirely backwards. Your program here, which is a remote offshoot of your school back in Illinois, is in English, and your meager attempts at studying conversational Russian before packing your bags and hopping on a plane certainly left something to be desired. Though you had initially thought you could string together enough competency to get by as a waitress for a few months, your mortification in that moment whilst you accidentally sputtered an apology in English had left you poised to run on foot to the nearest airport. However, the annoyed reply you were waiting to hear from the man you were serving never came. Instead, Enzo’s eyes had crinkled at the corners in amusement as he chuckled, pulled a pen out of his pocket, grabbed a napkin, and wrote out the Russian words from his order in the English alphabet for you.

After that, Enzo made it a goal to teach you something in Russian every time that he came in, kindly coaxing you on your pronunciation of the letters and words while watching you intently over the rim of his coffee cup with a gleam in his eyes. When you’d get something right, he’d reward you with a grin that made your knees weak; it was something you were almost embarrassed to admit you’d grown to shamelessly savor each day. In return, you’d started writing things on the back of his receipts in Russian—it was normally small, inconsequential nonsense, but the soft look it always brought to his face when he glanced down at it on his way out would leave you feeling warm long after he left. Sometimes you'd even been brave enough to doodle little hearts in lieu of words, though you didn't dare look to see his reaction to those.

Now, Enzo’s face lights up as his eyes gently take you in, and he gives you a little wave before he heads over to his usual booth in the back corner with his companions. Your pulse quickens in response under the brief scrutiny of his friendly gaze as you make your way toward their table.

When you approach, you notice that the others are conversing in English, and you raise an eyebrow in Enzo’s direction. Shrugging, the corners of his lips tug upwards, and he says by way of greeting, “I figured you could use a break from the language lessons tonight.” 

After you bring them a round of coffees, Enzo introduces you to his company: Hopper, Joyce, and Murray, who are apparently visiting Russia from Hawkins, Indiana. Excited by this information, you explain that you’re from Illinois. One of the men, Hopper, chokes on his drink, prompting Joyce to frantically begin patting his back in concern. 

“You’re American?” Hopper asks, eyes wide.

You tilt your head to the side, uncertain why the news is so surprising to him. “Yes…?”

Wiping his face with a napkin, he pointedly looks at Enzo this time as he flatly states, “She’s American.”

Enzo takes a deep breath, flicking a glance up at the ceiling and clenching a fist before replying, “She is.”

A shit-eating grin makes its way across Hopper’s face, and he offers up his best impersonation of Enzo’s accent, “Oh, so it’s fine when YOU have an American woman—” Hopper is cut off by a loud bang from underneath the table, and he grunts in pain, scowling as he reaches down to rub his shin. You snort and busy yourself by collecting their food orders. 

Recognizing that Enzo and his friends are wrapped up in what must be a serious conversation, heads bent together over the table as they murmur in hushed tones, you focus on cleaning and serving other customers. You try to ignore the warmth that blooms in your chest every time that you discreetly steal a glance over at their table, only to find Enzo’s steady gaze already on you. 

Two rowdy men make their way into the diner, collapsing into a booth in a fit of boisterous laughter, and you groan inwardly. You finish topping off Murray’s coffee, and as you turn to put the pot away so you can begrudgingly serve your new arrivals, you’re stopped by a hand wrapping loosely around your wrist. You turn around and look down at Enzo, whose eyes flick over to the men before giving you a silent, questioning look. 

You brush your pinky over his thumb as you steel yourself and say, “I’ll be fine.”

Twenty-five minutes into serving the two men, and you’re far from fine. Both of them reek of alcohol, and after hearing the non-native slips of your tongue when you took their order in Russian, they had since begun making suggestive hand gestures while jeering at you with words you had yet to learn. One quick glance at Enzo out of the corner of your eye tells you all that you need to know about what exactly the men are saying to you; his eyes have darkened dangerously in anger, and if he grips his fork any harder, it’s likely to split in half. 

Hoping to hurry them along, you begin to clear out some of their empty plates, but when you go to make your way back to the kitchen, you feel a hand brush against your waist in an attempt to grab you. You yelp in surprise and jump backward, nearly dropping the dishes, just as Enzo smoothly steps in between you and the edge of the table. The men go quiet as Enzo casually picks up a knife and twirls it in his hand for a moment before stabbing it directly into the center of a half-eaten sandwich. You notice Hopper standing a few feet away with his arms crossed, a concerned look on his face. Enzo cooly mutters something at them that you can’t understand, but whatever it is sends them scurrying out of the diner, leaving nothing but their payment and a generous tip in their wake. 

You don’t realize that you’re shaking until Enzo turns to look at you and places his hands on your shoulders, steadying you. “Are you alright, солнышко?”

Your heart rate picks up as he uses the nickname you’ve grown to love hearing fall from his lips—sunshine. You try to hide the tremble in your tone as you respond, “I’m alright. Thank you, Enzo.”

Joyce and Murray have come to stand beside Hopper, jackets on and poised to leave. Enzo glances back at them, sighs, and then turns to you once more and asks, “When does your shift end?”

Your eyebrows raise of their own accord at the question. Though an intoxicating tension has slowly been simmering between the two of you inside of the diner day in and day out, neither of you has dared to actually cross that line yet. You tell him, “In an hour, why?”

He shrugs, giving you a small smile as he explains, “You mentioned before that you don’t live far. I’d like to walk you home, if that’s alright.”

You bite your lip to contain the pleased grin that sneaks its way across your face and nod, “Meet me out front.”

Enzo’s friends bid you farewell and make their way out the door, a gust of snowflakes and cold air flying inside as they exit.

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As promised, when you shrug into your coat and slip outside an hour later, you spy Enzo leaning against the brick wall of the building with his hands in his pockets, gazing over at you with a thoughtful expression. As you approach, he pushes off of the wall and offers you his arm. And if you happen to lean into his warmth a bit closer than necessary as you begin to walk, he doesn’t seem to mind.

The walk is regretfully short, just a few blocks, and the two of you make your way down the deserted sidewalk in a comfortable silence. When you arrive at the door to your apartment, Enzo finally speaks up, “I’m going to be going away for a while, back to the United States with the people you just met. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, but I wanted to thank you for your company these past couple of months. I admittedly did not actually drink coffee that frequently before I met you.” He scratches the back of his head as he laughs weakly. 

Your chest begins to ache at the implication of his words. You place a hand on the junction between his shoulder and his neck and lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek and murmuring, “I’ll miss you, Enzo.”

He slides a hand over yours, holding you in place before you can step backward, and his warm lips graze the shell of your ear as he whispers, “Dmitri. Call me Dmitri.” His other hand slides down to rest on your waist, and he shifts to lean his forehead against yours.

You feel the caress of his breath as it makes its way across the infinitesimal space between you, and you close the distance as you quietly speak his real name against his lips, “Dmitri.”

A small sound escapes his mouth in response, and Dmitri crushes his lips against yours, both of his hands slipping inside of your jacket to pull you flush against him. Whatever dam was standing in between the two of you before breaks open now in a flood of heat and desperation. Dmitri’s tongue dances at the seams of your lips and you open your mouth to give him access. You wrap your arms around him, holding him tight as you let him devour you with his lips, tongue sliding against yours warmly. You bite his lip and he chuckles, kissing the corners of your mouth before slotting your lips together again, and you dare to push your lower half against him, a whimper building in the back of your throat as he responds in kind, grinding against you.

When you pull back slightly for air, nearly gasping, he steadies you, and you ask him boldly, “Are you coming in?”

He cups the side of your face, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb as his gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips, and he nods. “Please”

You struggle to pull your keys from your pocket, eager to feel his lips against yours once more. When you reach out to place the key in the lock, you nearly fumble as Dmitri snakes his arms around you from behind. He kisses you squarely on the back of your neck, and you shiver in response.

Once you’re inside, you stumble through the threshold, barely finding the time to flick the lights and toss your jacket in the direction of the hook before your chest is pressed up against the wall. Dmitri kneels down on the floor behind you, running his hands up and down your stocking-clad legs before slipping his hands under your skirt to knead your ass. 

Pressing kisses to the backs of your knees, he drawls, “Beautiful girl, you always drive me crazy with this uniform.” 

Dmitri grips your left ankle and pulls it outward to spread your legs further apart as he teasingly runs a finger over your cunt, dick beginning to ache when he feels the dampness soaking through your panties and the stockings. Lust clouding your brain, your response falls from your lips before you can think better of it, “Sometimes, I like to imagine you bending me over the front counter, lifting up my skirt, ripping a hole in my stockings, and fucking me where everyone can see.”

“Naughty girl,” he groans, rising up and pulling you flush against him. He undoes several of the buttons of your uniform shirt while kissing and sucking on the tender spot between the bottom of your left earlobe and the corner of your jaw. You gasp as he slips a cool hand inside of your bra, cupping one of your breasts and running his thumb over a hard nipple, and you press your ass into him in response. Feeling the outline of what’s undoubtedly a large cock straining against the seam of Dmitri’s pants, your mouth begins to water at the thought of him slowly stretching your cunt open with it before fucking you relentlessly. 

You breathe out, “I hope you plan on fucking me with this tonight,” running a hand over his dick and squeezing.

Dmitri chokes out a response that’s caught between a moan and a laugh, “I hope that your pretty little pussy can handle my cock, princess,” bringing a hand back down under your skirt and smirking when he sees that your arousal has begun leaking down the inside of your thighs.

He turns you around, kissing you deeply, fucking your mouth with his tongue, and his jacket falls to the ground as you pull it off of him. He unbuttons the rest of your shirt, and you let out a breathy little gasp as he untucks it from your skirt, pausing to squeeze your hips firmly in his large hands. Tossing your top to the side, he marvels at the way your breasts spill out of your bra before reaching behind you to unclasp it. Dmitri leans in, and you run your hands through his hair, panting as he traces circles with his tongue before starting to suck on your nipples. 

A small sound of surprise leaves your mouth as Dmitri’s strong hands return to your ass, giving a quick squeeze as he begins to hoist you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You both kick off your shoes, and he carries you toward the kitchen, placing you down on the edge of the island. His eyes scan the room for a moment, considering, and he squeezes your thigh briefly before walking toward the sink. He returns a moment later, a knife in his hands, and you bite your lip to stifle a gasp as you realize what he’s about to do. Bunching your skirt up around your waist, he carefully trails the dull side of the blade up the inside of your thighs and then slides the curved tip of the handle over your hot core, sending another jolt of desire through your body. He gazes at you for a moment before he opens your legs wide and pulls the stockings outward at the junction between your thighs. You hear the sound of tearing fabric, and then he puts the knife down.

A sob of pleasure falls from your lips as he uses the new hole he just made to push aside your panties and slide a single callused finger through your dripping folds. You whine at the loss of contact as he pulls his hand away, placing his now glistening finger in his mouth and sucking it clean. Your pussy aches for more stimulation, and you unconsciously buck your hips upward toward him. Dmitri smirks and tuts, “Patience.”

He leans in to kiss you deeply, swallowing your moans as you feel two thick fingers sliding against your hot core. He plunges one inside with a wet squelch, slowly pumping a finger in and out of your needy cunt. He bites your lip, sucking on it for a moment before letting go, leaning his forehead against yours, and murmuring appreciatively, “So wet, you lovely girl. Is this all for me?”

You nod, unable to do anything but pant and moan as picks up his pace and inserts another thick finger. Entranced by the sight of your arousal pooling out of your wet, sloppy cunt all over your stockings and onto the counter beneath you, Dmitri palms himself roughly over his pants before leaning down to taste you. You cry out in pleasure as he grabs your ass with either hand and buries his face in your cunt, eagerly fucking his tongue into your hole like a man starved. You allow him to continue to hungrily lap at your folds for a few more moments before you’re overcome by the need to feel his cock splitting you open, and you grab his hair, pulling him in for a filthy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. 

Clad only in your rumpled skirt and your torn, soaked stockings, your breasts bounce as you slide down off of the island. Dmitri watches you intently as you kneel down on the floor in front of him, taking your time to remove his belt and unbutton his pants. He cups the back of your head as you pull his thick, leaking cock out of his boxers. A strangled moan escapes Dmitri’s throat when you spit on his dick, pumping it with one hand as you cup his balls with another. 

Dmitri grunts in pleasure as you put your lips on his cock, licking and sucking at the tip. You run your tongue up and down it before eventually taking him whole into your mouth, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as his dick hits the back of your throat. Feeling his hand still resting gently against your hair, you push back against it. His eyes widen a fraction as he realizes what you want him to do, and you look up at him, squeezing the backs of his thighs in affirmation before he begins fucking your mouth. A line of drool begins to spill down the side of your mouth, and when you slip a hand under your skirt to play with your aching cunt, Dmitri has to fight not to shoot spurts of hot cum down your throat right then and there. 

“If we don’t stop now, your pretty little lips are going to be dripping with my cum, sweetheart,” Dmitri breathes out, voice wrecked.

You pull your mouth off of his dick with a pop and look up at him, a challenge in your eyes as you say, “You’d better get your cock inside of me, then.”

He asks you huskily, “You want me to fuck you like this? Right here?”

You nod, and a feral sound leaves his mouth as he pulls his dick out of your mouth and bends down to pull you to your feet. He turns you around so you’re bent over the counter, and you hear a tearing noise as he rips the hole in your stockings even wider. You whine, and he leans his body into yours, pinning you down and pressing your face down sideways against the counter as he nips at your earlobe and whispers in your ear, “Such a dirty little girl. Look at you, your messy little pussy is dripping everywhere, begging to be filled. Do you want to feel my fat cock inside of you?”

Your response is drowned out by the shameless moan that falls from your lips unbidden when he lazily begins to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt again. 

“I need to hear you say it, солнышко,” he says calmly, voice a direct contrast to the way his fingers are eagerly fucking into you. 

“Please fuck me, daddy.”

The last word comes out before you can stop yourself, and a depraved, feral noise rumbles in Dmitri’s throat as he kicks your legs wider apart, pushes your panties aside, and slides his thick, leaking cock inside of you, reveling in the way your tight pussy clamps down on him. You grip for purchase on the counter as Dmitri stretches you open. Your hard nipples rub against the cool countertop as his hips snap to yours in a brutal pace, and his balls wetly slap against your ass as he bottoms out in your cunt.

White hot pleasure begins to build inside of you as you Dmitri fucks you harder, and you both brokenly moan in unison. He reaches a hand around your waist, and with the added stimulation of his deft fingers on your clit, the peak of your pleasure hits you like a freight train. Your palms skid along the counter as your vision goes black at the edges, and you cum so hard it leaks all over Dmitri’s cock as he roughly fucks you through your orgasm. 

Your lust-addled mind supplies another unspoken part of your aforementioned fantasy, one that you now desperately want, and you smoothly push him off of you and turn around to kneel down in front of him again. You lick your cum off of his cock, sucking and pumping it briefly before pulling off, leaving your lips parted slightly as you stare up at him with a needy, inviting gaze, looking absolutely debauched with your glossy lips and smudged eyeliner. He groans in pleasure when he understands what you want him to do, reaching down to fist himself, pumping his cock roughly until thick spurts of cum are shooting out of it, splattering all over your waiting face and tits. 

After he comes down from his orgasm, he shuffles off for a moment in the direction of your washroom. He returns with a warm, wet rag, and he kneels down in front of you as he gently wipes his cum off of you. Something tugs in your chest as he puts the soiled cloth aside and kisses you tenderly on the nose, on your cheek, and then on your lips. Dmitri scoops you into his arms, carrying you toward the door that he assumes is your bedroom.

When you reach your bed, he leans down to pull the covers back, placing you down into the bed and taking off your skirt, stockings, and underwear, tossing them to the ground. You reach up to pull his shirt over his head, adding it to the pile, and he removes his boxers and pants before sliding in between the sheets naked beside you. 

You’re not sure how much time passes as you lay there, both on your sides and staring at one another in the dim light washing over your bed from the lone street lamp outside. He lovingly traces a finger from your shoulder blade, to your eyebrows, down your nose, and across your jaw line. In return, you run a hand through his hair, and his eyes close in contentment. 

Eventually, Dmitri brushes a finger over your bottom lip, and you grasp his wrist, opening your mouth to begin sucking on it. His eyes shoot open as you bob on his finger, and he inserts another, his gaze turning heated as drool leaks out of your mouth and down his hand. You brush a hand over your stiffening nipples, moaning softly, and he cups your breasts as he leans over to lick into your waiting mouth. 

Pushing himself up slightly so that he’s leaning down over you, Dmitri tilts your chin to look into his eyes as he purrs, “Are you going to behave for daddy?”

You nod, your cunt clenching down around nothing, and you can feel sticky, wet arousal beginning to leak down the inside of your thighs again. Dmitri smirks, moving his hand down to grip at your throat, tightening his grip when you moan in response. 

“Open,” he rasps.

Without hesitation, you comply, and a shiver goes down your spine as he mutters, “Good girl,” before hooking his thumb over the edge of your lips. He slides the digit deep enough along the inside of your cheek to make you gag slightly before leaning down to roughly spit into your mouth. Obediently, you swallow it, and Dmitri hums in pleasure. 

You reach for his hardening cock, stroking it as you push him onto his back and climb on top, straddling him. Dmitri runs his hands over your hips, praises falling from his lips as you slide your soaked cunt up and down along his fat cock. He bites his lip and throws his head back in pleasure, gripping your hips tightly when you line yourself up and finally sink down onto him. 

Dmitri gazes at you with hooded eyes as you eagerly ride him, licking his lips as he takes in the way your breasts bounce with each thrust. You catch him staring, and you lean down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, pulling back slightly to whisper against his mouth, “Fill me up with your cum, Dmitri.”

He growls, and before you know what’s happening, you find yourself on all fours with Dmitri behind you. He slams his dick into you from behind, and you choke out a wail of pleasure. He spreads your ass cheeks apart, marveling at the sight of his dick sliding in and out of your pussy. His thumb brushes over your other tight hole and you moan loudly, pushing back onto his dick desperately. He grins, beginning to rub the hole, and you whine in response, wiggling your hips and nearly panting in frustration. Dmitri spits, generously spreading it around the rim before slowly pressing a finger inside as he continues to relentlessly fuck your cunt. 

“Do you like when I fuck you like this, солнышко? Like daddy’s little whore?” He asks, a strangled edge to his voice.

You nod and cry out, “Please, yes. Fuck me harder, Dmitri.”

He groans, bringing a hand down hard against one of your ass cheeks, and your pussy clenches down harder on his dick at the pleasurable stinging sensation. He smacks you two more times, and you press back into him, urging him to go deeper. Dmitri wraps a hand around your throat as he pushes you down flush against the bed, fucking you roughly into the mattress. 

Grasping your hips, Dmitri pulls you back onto all fours to shove his cock deeper inside of you, moaning when he sees how coated his dick is in your sopping wet slick as he pulls out slightly. He feels your legs begin to tremble as heat builds inside of you, nearly reaching a crest, and flips you onto your back.

He grips your throat, and—dizzy and desperate with pleasure—your mouth falls open. His eyes widen a fraction, and he grins before leaning down to spit inside of it. You swallow, and he hungrily watches the bob of your throat as he slides his dick back into your cunt and begins hammering into you again. Without warning, the heat that had slowly been creeping through you explodes, and you don’t even have the energy to feel embarrassed as clear fluid gushes out of your cunt.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants out as he watches you messily squirt all over his cock and balls, and moments later, he cries out as his dick pulses with his own orgasm. You hold him fast against you, milking his cock as he dumps a heavy load of thick, hot cum inside of your pussy. You whine at the loss of contact when he pulls his softening cock out of you and watch as he spreads your legs apart and leans down in front of you to lap at the cum that’s messily pouring out of your cunt, leaking all over yourself and the sheets, before eventually crawling back up to hold you gently in his arms, praising you and whispering sweet nothings into your ears. 

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You wake up the next morning to the feeling of something thick and hard slowly grinding between your ass cheeks and quiet moans from behind you. Dmitri’s hands trails across your naked body, cupping your breasts and teasing your nipples. Biting your lip, you angle his cock against your folds to show him the slick that’s already begun to gather there.

“So eager for me,” he remarks, using your arousal to allow his cock to wetly slide between your ass cheeks. The head of it catches on the tight ring of muscle there, and you gasp, eagerly pressing back against him, silently asking for more. At that, Dmitri flips you over so you’re face down, and he roughly palms your cheeks as he slides his dick along the crevice of your ass. 

Dmitri leans forward, bare chest brushing against your back as he whispers into your ear, “You want my cock in your ass, dirty girl?”

“Please, Dmitri,” you beg him as you reach an arm out to pull open your night stand, tossing him a bottle of lubricant. He chuckles darkly, popping it open and spreading a generous amount over your hole as he carefully begins to work you open, finger by finger. 

When he finally pushes his thick, lube-covered cock into your ass, a feral moan punches out of him and you nearly black out in pleasure; you feel so full you want to scream. He begins to pump in and out of you at a torturous, leisurely pace, folding himself over you to bite and suck on the side of your neck while he plays with your breasts. Desperate, needy moans pour from your lips at the hot, wet, filthy slide of his dick in your tight hole, and you reach a hand down to your untouched cunt. Dmitri notices and bats your hand away, replacing it with his large, thick fingers. A low, rough grunt leaves his mouth as he pumps them inside of you, feeling you dripping into his palm. Your back arches and your muscles tighten as the smoldering heat in your abdomen takes you over the edge, your pussy clenching on Dmitri’s hands and cum flooding out as he holds you tight through your intense orgasm. 

He pants into your ear, “Daddy’s going to fill your ass up with his cum now, princess,” and he hammers into you so hard that you see stars. His dick twitches inside of you as he reaches his peak, and you can feel it as he begins to ejaculate inside of your ass, roughly fucking pools of his hot cum into your tight hole. When he pulls it out of you, you can feel his sticky seed leaking out of your ass and over the backs of your thighs, and your body shakes in pleasure as you feel his tongue begin to prod and lap at your fucked out hole. 

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers afterward, pulling you close. 

THREE MONTHS LATER

While you had been tempted to follow Dmitri back to America, the cost and effort you had already put into your studies in Russia prevented you from leaving until you were finished three months later. Now, you’ve been back home in Chicago for two weeks, and you’ve returned to your post as a teaching assistant at your university. After a long day of grading tests, you’re standing at your desk in your small, private office, shuffling paperwork into your bag as you prepare to head home.

In the days since setting foot back on American soil, you’ve toyed with the idea of taking a road trip to Hawkins, Indiana time and time again to find Dmitri. But each time you go to reach for your luggage to begin packing, you freeze, a small, uncertain part of you mockingly asking what makes you think that night with Dmitri was anything more than a pleasurable, messy fuck for him. Though he hadn’t given you many details, you’d gotten the hint that his decision to leave his country for an undetermined amount of time wasn’t exactly a leisure trip, and it feels borderline presumptuous to imagine yourself pathetically crossing state lines to seek him out. 

But now, as you think back to the hushed, intimate moments you had shared before he left, your self-doubt wavers again. After your early morning romp, he had pulled you to him and protectively wrapped his arms around you, and you had fallen asleep to the sound of him adoringly whispering tender phrases that you couldn’t quite understand into your ear. It was that last soft memory, before he had quietly extracted himself from your sheets, pressing a kiss to your lips and murmuring a sad goodbye, that kept you up at night. 

“Здрасте, солнышко.” (Hello, sunshine.)

Your thoughts are interrupted by a familiar voice, and you turn your head incredulously toward the source, heart leaping in your chest as you see Dmitri leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets and a warm smile on his face. 

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A/N: Please suspend your disbelief, as we're going to momentarily pretend that Dmitri isn't a dad (even though he's definitely a dilf) and also Joyce collectively includes herself in the "from Hawkins" introduction for the sake of simplicity.

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