Bite the Hand That Feeds
Dmitri Antonov x Female Reader Rating: Mature. Minors DNI Word Count: 1139 Summary: Dmitri goes to the United States with Hopper and the gang and he meets Joyce's younger sister. Warnings: Smut. Spit kink, slight dom/sub dynamics, squirting, having naughty thoughts about other people. I think that's all? It's pure filth. Inspired by Nine Inch Nails "The Hand That Feeds" A/N: This is the first time I've written anything outside of wrestling related fanfics, so I hope this is the slightest bit good, Stranger Things is one my favourite shows and I'm obsessed with the ST men, and I'll probably write for more of them (might have some Eddie thing brewing). Anyways, hope you enjoy it.
Leaving your country and getting used to a new culture is never easy. Add being a defector, a former russian prison guard to that.Β
But Dmitri couldnβt complain, the american got him a roof over his head, a warm, comfortable bed to sleep on and good company.Β
The good company took shape as Joyceβs younger sister.Β
He remembers the day he first saw her like it happened yesterday. Dmitri was basically dropped off on her doorstep, the hurry to keep the secrecy of his and Jimβs situation evident on Murrayβs incessant attack on her doorbell.Β
βWhat is goβ Jim?!β she exclaimed like she had seen a ghost. Well, kind of, right?
βIβm back?β Jim said sheepishly.Β
βSeriously, what is going on?β
βHoney,β Joyce interrupted, βlet us in and weβll explain everything.β
And they did. From the Starcourt Mall incident opening a portal to Russia, to Hopper getting imprisoned, to Joyce and Murray traveling all the way to said country β which got Joyce an earful for doing what she did without telling her sister β and to how they got out of the prison and back to the States.Β
βOkay, hold on.β The young woman pleaded, the amount of information almost unbearable to digest. βOkay, so you're telling me all those creatures, the ones that got Will, the things we saw at the underground baseβ I sawβ we saw Hop die! But in reality, he just magically showed up in a russian prison, and Enzo, Dmitriβ¦β she stopped for a second, taking the time to look at the russian manβs face, the amused smile on his lips making her lose her already scrambled train of thought, βwhat should I call you?β
βI donβt care, both are fine.βΒ
βWell that was very helpful.β she scoffed. βAnyways, so Dmitriβ she raised an eyebrow towards the blue eyed man, earning her a shy smile and a timid nod in confirmation βa russian prison guard, sent you a doll full of clues, you and Murray went to Russia, got ambushed, found Jim, fought with other prison guards, fought the tulip from hell, and made it back home?β
βYeah!β Joyce said with her sweet, joyful voice.Β
βOkay,β the younger Byers nodded, βso what you need me for?β
βWe need a place for Enzo to stay.β Murray said.Β
βFor a little while, just so we can solve everything.β Jim added.Β
βOf course. Welcome, Enzo slash Dmitri.β she smiled.Β
But harder than adjusting to life in a new country, it was adjusting to living life with her.Β
She was nice from the get go, going out of her way to make him feel comfortable, to make him feel at home.Β
Her guest room turned into Dmitriβs room, the decoration becoming as cozy as it could get. She learned how to make his favourite dishes, making a separate grocery shopping list with whatever he wanted, and she even started taking russian classes. The small act of kindness made Dmitri emotional.Β
He could hear her repeating the foreign words through the shared walls of their bedrooms every night.Β
Dmitri often told her that she didnβt have to do everything that she was doing for him, and her answer always was βIβd do it for anyone who helped the people I love the most.β
Bit by bit he got used to it, but he never got used to her and the effect she had on him.
Sheβs beautiful, one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. And it didnβt take long for her to plague his every single thought.Β
It started innocent, like when he saw some flowers down the driveway that he thought she would like, or when a new episode of her favourite show was on and she wasnβt home.
But his daydreams quickly escalated.
How wouldnβt they when her scent felt intoxicating, the house impregnated with the almost sickly sweet smell of her shampoo whenever she showers, or the cute noises she makes whether she likes or hates something, let alone waking up and walking in on her making breakfast in only a oversized t-shirt, one that he often dreamt about being his, dreamt about her stealing from him after sex.Β
Dmitri would be lying if he said that he didnβt lie awake at night thinking about her.Β
The russian man had lost count of how many times he had touched himself thinking about her, thinking about how sweet but tangy her pussy would taste, about how he would make her come at least two times before actually fucking her.Β
He always edged himself with the thought of her opening her plush pink lips to take his spit as the most precious nectar, how she would say βthank you, sirβ in gratitude, or how her warm tongue would make home for this fingers, muffling her moans as she came undone beneath him.Β
But what truly getsΒ him, what makes him cum hard is the thought of his thick cock buried inside her tight cunt.Β
In his daydreams he always starts slow β even after having her prepared β to get her used to his size, filling her to the brim. It starts with that uncomfortable pain, slowly graduating to an almost dying pleasure as he hits the spongy spot inside her repeatedly.Β
Right now, a new material for his thoughts is unlocked.Β
As he stands on the doorway, she runs around the kitching in a sundress β he had never seen her in a dress β the blues, yellows and oranges of the dress contrasting perfectly with her soft skin.Β
In his head, he has her bent over the kitchen table, the dress messily scrunched up around her waist, with her panties shoved down to her knees. His face is impossibly close to her core, his tongue stimulating her clit while his fingers work on her hole. The assault he has on her makes her squirt and he laps around to get her clean. He doesnβt waste any time, opens his belt and gets rid of his pants as fast as he can, and enters her in one swift move.Β
His usually slow moves are now fast, as if the world is going to end if he takes his sweet time. Dmitriβs left middle finger finds her clit, rubbing soft circles around her nub, an almost ironic move compared with how hard heβs thrusting. He knows sheβs close, her knees are giving up and her walls are starting to close around him.Β
βJust a little bit longer, just wait a littleββ
βEarth to Enzo!β she says as she snaps her fingers in front of his face.Β
βSorry, what were you saying?β Dmitri answers, shame consuming him.Β
βJoyce, Jim, Murray and the kids are arriving in a few, could you help me set up the table?β
βOf course, Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠΉβ
God, this is going to be the longest afternoon of his life.
Trnaslations: Π΄ΠΎΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠΉ: dorogoy -> Sweetheart
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