The fauxcest has really taken root in my mind. @captainpriceslilwife are to blame, and I am not mad. Anyway, college student reader renting a room from Nikolai and John, and things get icky.
CW: Dub con big time, fauxcest, spanking, chastity threats, age gap, power imbalance, and dumbification/infantilization. Fem anatomy used
When you rented a room for college, you were a little nervous that your roommates were two retired military men. But the rent was cheap, 400 dollars a month with utilities included. That was a deal that was too good for you to pass up, so you pushed your nerves aside and signed the two year lease.
Nikolai and John were excited to have you, a sweet little 23 year old around. Someone to look after and take care of, though you didn't know just how much you needed to be taken care of. You'd just settled in, and within a week, Nik and John were already hatching a plan.
"We are going to the store, Y/N. Write down anything you need, and we will get it for you." You jump in your seat, looking up at John as he set a grocery list beside you. He and Nikolai were quiet, a habit from the military they never lost, and they loved sneaking up on you.
"Oh, um, I don't have the money to pay you back." You manage, feeling your face flush. Price had one hand on the back of your chair and the other absently tapping the paper he'd set down. You squirm slightly in your seat, looking back down at your open laptop.
"Did I ask you if you had money, kid? No." He taps the paper a little harder before griping your chin and lifting your face back to his. "I told you to write down what you need." He firmly orders, giving you a warm smile before heading toward his room.
You can't help but squeeze your thighs together slightly, the simple interaction enough to rile you up more than you'd like to admit. You shake your head to clear the thought. Nikolai and John were married. They had told you when you moved in; so you knew better than to get in your head about how John treated you.
"Have you finished your list?" Nikolai asks, giving you the courtesy of a small door knock to avoid startling you.
"Yes, thank you so much for getting me some stuff." You say politely as you hand him the list. He takes it, reading over your additions as he settles a hand on the back of your neck.
"You don't need to thank us, little one. We're here to look after you." He assures you, not looking up from the paper once. "We will be back in a few hours. I expect you to take a break in an hour, understood?" His eyes finally flick to yours, drinking in your wide eyes, hands fidgeting with a pen as you chew at your lower lip slightly. Nik chuckles, giving your neck the faintest squeeze. "Understood, Y/N?"
"Umm, yes. Yes, I understand." You manage to say, and you're rewarded with another soft squeeze and a smile.
"Good. That's what I like to hear." Nikolai can't help but chuckle at the look on your face and the burning desire in your eyes. Corrupting you, their sweet baby, would be so much easier than he thought.
"Where have you been?"
You almost shriek in terror, whipping around as the kitchen lights flicker on and reveal your two, very irritated roommates. You place a hand over your chest, leaning against the counter and sighing.
"You scared me... I thought I was being quiet. I didn't mean to wake you." You explain apologetically. You'd even taken off your heels to avoid them clicking when you went back to your room.
"We were waiting for you. You have class tomorrow, and you decided it was more important to go and party?" Nikolai scolds, stepping closer into your space. "That's irresponsible, and you had us worried about you." He continues, and you scrunch your nose slightly as he speaks.
"I'm 23, not 3. I can go to the club if I want to. And I know I have class tomorrow, they are in the afternoon. Are you two my fathers?" You shoot back at him, a little annoyed that the men you've been living with for a month are getting on your case about a party. Nikolai stares down at you, eyes narrowing a little as he takes another step forward.
"If you want to act like an irresponsible baby, then I think we will be." He states simply. Before you can ask him what the hell he means, he's lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder.
"Hey!! Put me down! I can walk just fine!" You squeal, a hand flying back to cover your ass. This dress was already short, even without being thrown over Nikolai's shoulder, but you could feel the cold air on your butt cheeks as he marched to your room. John smirks at you as he walks behind Nikola, grinning even wider when he watches his partner give your ass a rough spank. "Oww! What the fuck is wrong with you!?" You yell and John clicks his tongue.
"Should we wash that mouth out with soap, Y/N? Your Papa doesn't like those filthy words from such a little girl." He warns, and Nik agrees with another sharp spank. You gasp, twisting in Nik's grasp as they finally get to your room.
"You can't spank me! I'm not a little girl, I'm a grown woman -"
You don't get much else out before Nik and John make quick work of striping you naked. Your head spins at the speed of them getting your dress and underwear tossed aside before you're tossed over Nikola's lap.
"Let me go! Stop it!" You gasp, trying to wriggle free, but it's useless. John sits beside Nik, pulling your upper body into his lap and holding your arms still. Once you're locked in place, Nik starts spanking. You jerk forward as much as Price's hold would allow, yowling in pain as his large thick palm smacks across your ass.
"Do you really think you are old enough for these parties, little girl?" John murmers in your ear. "Whose been doing your shopping lately? Cooking you meals, waking you up on time, and making sure you take breaks? Do big girls need that kind of help?" He coos, voice dripping with condesention.
"I never asked you for that!" You cry out, tears dripping down your cheeks as you give up on trying to fight. "I am a big girl!"
"Oh, I don't think so." Nik chuckles, laying down four more swats on your lower thighs. "Already crying? Papa han't even spanked you for that long."
"It hurts!" You sob weakly, burying your head in your forearms. You were burning with humilation. Even worse, you could feel yourself gettiing wet, your cunt throbbing which each harsh swat to your ass. "Stop it, please!"
"Aww, poor little girl." John coos as he grips your hair and turns you to face him. He doesn't want to hurt you, Nik was handling that just fine, he just wants to see your teary little face, "You want us to stop, but I know you're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"No! No, I'm not!" You whine, eyes widening when Niikola's hand slips between your legs.
"Lying to your Dad, sneaking out to a party, and swearing." Nikolai hums as he presses a slick finger against your clit, working it in a slow circle. "So naughty. We can't raise a lying girl, can we?" Nik asks as he turns to John with a wicked smirk.
"No, we can't." John chuckles as he lovingly swipes a tear from your face. You'd fallen silent now, no more begging or yelling, but tears drip down your face rapidly. "If you say sorry, maybe Papa will be nice and let you cum after your spanking. Or should we get you a chastity belt?" Your eyes go even wider, more then John thought possible, and he couldn't help but laugh at your desperate face.
"I'll be good, I won't go out to parties. I'm really sorry!" You ramble, shuddering as Nik continues to rub at your clit.
"Sorry to who?" Nikolai asks as he pulls his hand from between your legs and lays five rough spanks to your ass. You squeal in pain, writhing on his lap, but it does not get you free.
"I'm sorry, Papa! I'm sorry, Dad, please stop spanking me!" You plea weakly, your throat sore from your crying and shouting. Price lets out another coo as he thumbs away your tears, sharing a look with Nikolai.
"Sounds like our little girl is learning. Do you think we should let her cum?" Price asks as Nik goes back to teasing your swollen clit. You mewl at the sensation, hips rocking back as best as you could into the feeling.
"Please, please... Papa please let me cum." You beg desperately, shuddering when he applies a bit more pressure.
"Go ahead, Y/N. You have permission." Nik agrees after a moment, watching your eyes roll back. You whine shakily, hips grinding down into his hand desperately as you chase your orgasm.
It hits you almost as hard as Nik had, another weak sob ripping from your sore throat. Price coos at you, stroking your hair lovingly as you tremble over both of their laps.
"That's a good girl... Just needed to be taught a lesson, huh? I'm sure you'll follow our rules now, won't you?" Price asks with a wide smirk, slowly stroking his thumb across your lower lip.
"Yes! Yes, Dad, I'll listen..." You agree immediately, squeaking a little when you feel yourself getting lifted up and settled into their laps.
"Hold her. I'll go get some lotion for her sore little ass." Nik tells Price, shifting your carefully into his lap. Price hums softly down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and slipping two of his fingers into your mouth. You're too exhausted, and your ass hurts too much to protest. You look up at him, eyes red rimmed and teary as you suckled on his fingers.
"Papa?" You chew the corner of your lip as you knock on Nikolai's office door.
"Come in, baby." You feel flush at the nickname, stepping into his office and walking around the desk to sit in his lap. "What is it? Do you have a question for me?" Nik asks as he wraps his warm hands around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.
"My friend invited me out tonight. I did all my homework and I don't have class tomorrow. Can I please go?" You ask, nervously fiddling with his shirt collar. Nik chuckles quietly as he leans back in his chair.
"You know how I feel about you going to parties, little one. But you have been such a good girl lately." Nik coos slightly, squeezing your hip and prompting you to look at him. "Go ask your Dad."
I'm gonna write more. And more. And more. Yummy filthy brain worms.
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synopsis— You find yourself infatuated with a Russian man you saw in your partner's office. Admitting the truth leads to outcomes you didn't expect.
warnings— Reader is an overthinker, slight manipulative John, implied past relationships between 141 and Nikolai, sub!reader, slight orgasm denial, fingering, Nikolai uses gender implied nicknames?, Sub? Dom? Price (i have no idea), Nikolai is nasty, spitting, overstimulation, slight body worship, p in v sex, creampie, John is there for moral support, praise kink, Nikolai runs his mouth, probably poorly translated Russian (i'm sorry, I only have the internet)
wc— 4.5k words
NOTES— Finally finished this. HALLELUJAH. I am nervous. Have never written Nikolai, nor have i written multiple people in a sex scene. Please be kind, y'all. This already took me a whole ass two months to finish. Skskskskek. My lovely 🐾 anon, i hope you like.
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YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT WORDS ALWAYS BITE YOU IN THE ASS.
And now you're left to stew in the mess of your own guilt. It burns at you, white hot shame filling your body every time you think of what you said. You can't claim ignorance. That the words were innocent and meant nothing. Because they meant a hell of a lot to you.
You had wonderful partners. Doted on, worshipped-you were never lacking intimately. Hell would bubble up to the surface and melt away at the world if you were without attention. You never processed just how lucky you were. Where most people struggled to even get an inch from one person, you had four men willing to do everything to make sure you were happy in life.
Which was why the guilt ate you alive.
You didn't mean to look at the man. But he stood tall and spoke with a thick Russian accent that made you clench your thighs together. He was charming but mysterious in a way that made you want to pluck morsels of information from his calloused hands.
You knew nothing about him or who he even was. That doesn’t stop you from talking with Maria one day while on the phone with her.
Maria was fun. Met her wife Kate at work and fell in love quickly. They were married within a year and had been together for nearly twenty years now. You looked up to them, needing strong feminine energy in your life all the time.
Maria and Kate were blunt, no bullshit allowed. They weren’t mean, but they’d call you out if they decided it was necessary. You thrived in that, never having to second guess anything.
Which was maybe why you talked to Maria. Indulging her with the admittance of your wandering eyes. She’d set you straight, knock your perverse thoughts out of you so that you could crawl into your bed and not think about the man you saw.
Your relationship was already unconventional, with several partners, but there had never been an agreement to open it up to more. There was no need to. Not when all your needs were met on a daily basis. When one partner slacked, another one took his place.
It worked for you.
Maria was quiet for a moment when you admitted your crimes. She hummed, your throat dried with worry. Long pauses always made your bones ache just a bit more. Your heart was erratic. Your stomach was nauseated. You suddenly decided you didn’t want to be reprimanded, but it was already too late. You couldn’t take the words back.
“You should talk to the guys, sweets,” Maria finally said. “You’d be surprised by how forgiving they can be.”
You huffed indignantly, a dry laugh revealing your anxiety about this situation. “Not about me wanting another man between my legs.”
Maria let out a soft noise. You couldn’t discern what it meant right now. Not while blood pounded in your ears. Your head was aching. Were you making too big of a deal about this? You hated that this was wrecking your brain so much. But after a few weeks of thinking about that man, you realized you needed some outside guiding. Not your own thoughts that tricked you on a daily basis.
“Just talk to them. That’s all I will say.”
Maybe you should’ve talked to Kate instead.
●●●
You herded John into a private space, forgoing the mass interaction of having everyone there. It was less intimidating—you hoped—to talk alone to the eldest of your relationship. He was smart and would know what the others believed in without talking. You just hoped he didn’t scold you too hard.
The man was tired. For that reason, you were even more guilty with bestowing him with this knowledge. You never actually cheated, but the thoughts you had were bad enough in your eyes. Worthy of public shame.
John sat down on the edge of his desk in his home office, crossing his arms over his chest and bulging out his bicep muscles. You wished you were here to jump his bones, but he had already seen your distressed face, and so he would know you were trying to deflect.
Your heart was in your stomach, and bile was rising up your esophagus.
“Darlin’.” John said firmly, blue eyes blinking at you. His crows feet were prominent as he knitted his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at you expectantly. “I don’t have all day.”
“We can talk later! It’s fine if you have to do something,” you dismissed. Take the bait, John. You silently begged him to let you get you out of this situation, to hopefully get far too busy that he forgot this conversation was even going to happen.
You were fooling yourself. John never forgot anything when it came to you. He was fully devoted to making sure he communicated and expressed to you after a massive fight you had at the beginning of your relationship. Before the others were even introduced.
Which was good. You both worked on shit. Or else none of this dynamic would’ve ever worked.
“Go on.” John demanded gruffly. His lips were pulled into a frown, and you swallowed the lump impeding your throat.
“I…”
How did you even start this? ‘Hey, John, I want to fuck a man I saw in passing when I visited all of you on base.’ That would earn you a ticket straight down to hell and out the door of the neat house John bought when it was just you two.
The more you thought about what was about to spill out of your mouth, the worse you felt.
“A man. A few weeks ago was at your office,” you finally started, and John leaned back as he listened. His stare was intense as he tried to figure out where you could be going with this. You continued despite how much you didn’t want to. “I…I think I’m attracted to him.”
John was silent for a beat, sweat gathered at your hairline. “You think? Or you are, darlin’?” He asked directly.
“I…I am,” you corrected. “I didn’t mean to. I mean… I don’t even know his name. But these past few weeks… I don’t know. I’m fucking attracted to him. I’m sorry. It’s nothing with you guys. I just… my brain won’t stop.”
You explained yourself horribly in trying to be concise. You knew it. Your body warmed with embarrassment, suddenly feeling silly for even bringing this up. You had planned on this going smoother than it had.
You knew John valued honesty. So you felt indebted to let him in on your wandering eyes. Did that make the issue worse? Would it make John suspicious of you now? The thoughts started attacking your mind before John could even formulate words on his tongue.
John's footsteps were precise and intentional as he crossed the room, coming to a stop in front of your form. He was imposing, with his unreadable expression tucked behind thick facial hair, confident posture with straightened shoulders. You shifted on your feet, sweat collecting on your hairline subtly.
"Darling," he started. "What's the fuss for?"
You bit your lip, "Well… I just… I told you I'm attracted to a man I have never spoken to or isn't a part of our dynamic already."
You pointed out the obvious, a normal thing to be torn up about. It was a betrayal, as far as you were concerned. Yet, you watched John's eyebrow quirk the slightest bit and a faint twitch of his lips.
"You did nothing wrong," he spoke. "I was hoping for that outcome."
"What?" Your questioning word was full of confusion. You blinked at him, trying to put puzzle pieces in spots you didn't know yet.
John chuckled lightly. "Didn't expect you to be smitten right off the bat. Was going to ease you into it," his hand came to squeeze at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. His hand was warm, assuring, and you instinctively relaxed. "Been talking to the lads. Nik's been curious about you. Thought he'd like to meet you proper."
Your eyes widened. Another player in your already less convential dynamic? John had to be insane. Worry also filled you. It was hard enough managing four different emotional and physical needs of your men. But to add another one to the mix? You were doubtful.
John must have anticipated the types of gears that would be sifting through your brain. He trailed a hand down your arm and clutched at your hand. He squeezed once and then twice for the prolonged silence.
"He's not looking for a relationship, darling," he continued. "Just wants to play with the lass we always yapping about."
You took a deep breath, "You're asking me to have sex with him."
John smiled coyly, "Yes. Nothing to fret. He'll take good care of you. Knows his place. Knows not to mess with you. A bit rough, but you'll like him."
You had a deepfelt moment of thinking. Would this be a regular occurrence? The Russian floating into your orbit to obtain his release before slinking away back to whatever corner he emerged from. You thought of every outcome when yours and John's relationship invited three more men as well. You didn't like being caught off guard without at least thinking through all that you could.
"Ask the lads how much they enjoyed him," John leaned close to your ear, his warm breath hitting the side of your face. "Don't you want the same, darling? You were attracted to him just moments ago."
You swallowed. Him throwing your words back at you like that made you look down at the ground. He wasn‘t berrating you for your prying eyes and lustful thoughts, yet somehow it was just as staggering.
John picked your chin up, blue eyes analyzing every miniscule movement. At that moment, he pried you apart without even speaking. He leaned forward and kissed you forehead.
"Your call, darling," he assured, reminding you that you could back out whenever you wanted.
It was the same thing when each 141 member joined your relationship. If you had trouble connecting with any of them, John would've booted them at the flutter of your eyelashes. He was always keen on making sure he was comfortable.
So, mayhe you could trust him with this as well.
"I suppose I could try," you decided.
John's smile, the one where his cheeks grew rosy and full with his eyes squinted, made you feel like it was all worth it.
●●●
Your partners made you feel special.
Kyle drew you a bath, rubbing out the tight muscles in your neck as you soaked. You sank into the warmth, the touch grounding you. Admittedly, you probably could've fallen asleep, but you knew you couldn't. The night was just getting started.
When you finally peeled yourself from the tub, Johnny entered, holding a towel. He always loved wrapping you in a little burrito, drying your hair as you sat there with half-lidded eyes.
When that was done, Johnny left. He and Simon were tasked with collecting some grub for you afterward. John always liked it when your belly was full after a long night. And tonight, you were obviously going to be treated right.
Kyle guided you onto the bed, situating the pillows and the blanket so you were comfortable. He was doting, one of your most attentive partners. You wondered if it was partly due to how he wanted to live up to John's expectations. You already knew he did.
Kyle crawled up the length of your body, long fingers trailing along your flesh as he went. His lips landed on your stomach, brown eyes looking up at you with fondness as he did so. He smiled when your eyes caught his, purposefully and slowly trailing those delicate kisses up your sternum, your chest. He kissed at your collarbone with a low hum before he moved to your neck.
"I hope you have fun with Nik, dove," he whispered against your pulsing vein. He inhaled your scent before sucking a delicate mark. You squirmed from the sensation, and he let out a raspy chuckle. "You never get used to that, do ya?"
You arched your hips towards him, and he pushed them back down. Blocking your growing frown with a deep kiss. You were getting mixed signals and worked up, and Kyle just simply pulled away. That demon.
"Not tonight," he cooed. "You're Nik's, yeah? Be good."
"How long do I have to wait?" You asked, frown forming completely as his lips pulled away.
"Not long. He's downstairs with the others," he said, and you sat up instantly.
Nerves twisted in your stomach. Your head was still reeling. The fact this was all happening because you admitted to finding the man attractive after one indirect meeting was still boggling your mind. Nikolai was still a stranger. One your partners apparently had trusted and approved of.
"Easy, dove. He's a lot like Cap," Kyle, of course, took in your state and immediately tried to placate you. "Just a bit more forward. He'll love you."
To ease your anxiety, Kyle reached down between your legs, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of your clit. He rolled his thumb over the surface, making you arch your back slightly. Kyle groaned as he leaned down again to kiss along your neck, listening to the way your breath stuttered against his lips.
"There you go," he purred. "Relax for me."
A finger traced along the rim of your hole before he pushed it in. His finger was immediately glistening with your arousal as he curled it a few times, trying to find that sweet spot. When you let out a soft noise, he continued in that pattern.
Only the sounds of your quiet moans and the wet 'shlick' of your cunt could be heard for a few minutes. Right before you could fall over the edge, however, Kyle pulled his finger and left you reeling.
"Ky…" you complained, trying to find that delicious friction again.
Kyle just grinned and kept his eyes on you as he popped his finger into his mouth. That scene made you bite your lip as you sat up on your elbows.
"Be a good girl now," he reminded you as he picked himself off of the bed. His arousal was evident as his bulge pushed out the fabric of his pants. "Can I go get him now?"
A slight twist in your belly accompanied your nod. "I suppose so," you agreed.
Kyle kissed your forehead before heading to the door. You watched him go, heart-pounding and desperate for release. Your core was still pinched with desire as you let out a sigh.
Unsure of how you present yourself, you kept yourself in the position of being on your elbows. You closed your legs, deciding to let Nikolai unveil that part of you. Your chest rose and fell as your eyes remained fixated on the door, waiting for footsteps and a noise different from what you were used to.
Sure enough, those heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway outside. The body obviously one to announce their presence.
To your surprise, when the door opened, John was the first to enter. He gave you a gentle, closed-lipped smile while you gave him a confused look.
"Change of plan, darling," he spoke, the low timbre of his voice calming you. "Gonna stay here with you and Nik. That sound good?"
You nodded, muscles losing some of their tension. John was always a safe space for you, commanding the environment easily. You needed that, especially when your eyes flickered behind him to spotting the Russian you had seen weeks ago.
He stood tall, an imposing figure even next to John. His features were strong. Where John was more leaner muscle, he was softer, but no less powerful. You found yourself enjoying the way he'd dwarf you completely. A lot like Simon.
Nikolai was a prowling bear in every sense of the word.
"Красивая кукла," he spoke in a heavy Russian accent as his eyes were centered on you. Something close to delight stirred in your belly after hearing it, even if you didn't understand it necessarily. His eyes looked appreciative, so you took it as a good thing.
"Isn't she?" John agreed as he climbed onto the bed with you. You went lax as he maneuvered behind you, supporting his back against the headboard while you leaned into him. "Go on, darling. Open those legs for us, eh?"
His large hands enclosed around both knees. He pulled them out but wasn't demanding, letting you follow suit on your own. You felt his kiss upon the back of your neck, just as you revealed your glistening cunt—still wet from Kyle working you up just moments before.
"Блядь," Nikolai cursed under his breath. "Garrick was sweet, no?"
Your belly curled at that. Of course, they knew about your little interaction with Kyle. That was probably why John decided to join the session. You were fond of how easily they communicated, long established military bonding had translated well into your relationships.
"Did he make you come, Кукла?" Nikolai asked.
You couldn’t answer for a moment, too hung up on how he started to undress. His shirt was peeled off his body, revealing his soft, muscled stomach. His arms were thick, and you swallowed with the desire to feel them wrapped around your neck.
His pants and boxers came off easily, and you felt John buck slightly into your back. His heart was pounding against your back, and yours was probably the same. You clenched around nothing—the mix of Nikolai and John's obvious interest, making your head spin.
His cock was fully hard as he let it free. It wasn't as long as some of your partner's. But it made up for it in thickness. He had long veins running along the sides and heavy balls were shadowed thick, dark hair. Your lips parted, more arousal collecting between your legs.
Nikolai clicked his tongue and moved so that he could pinch your jaw between his fingers. His thumb pushed down on your tongue, and you instinctively closed your mouth and sucked.
He growled, "I asked question, Кукла." You felt John grabbing at your hips, rolling over your natural shape. It was such a contrast between both men.
"No," you answered. "He didn't."
Nikolai seemed satisfied with that answer. "No? He knew that was for me. I take care of you, да?"
You nodded and he pinched harder.
"Words when you answer," Nikolai ordered, though after a moment, he released your jaw, grabbing your hand and kissing at your knuckles.
John's chest rumbled at that as he reached down to paw at your stomach, another kiss landing on the side of your throat. You assumed he made eye contact with Nikolai, as the Russian's eyes trailed to him.
"What was the question?" You asked in a haze of your thoughts.
"Who takes care of you?" Nikolai repeated.
"You. You do," you breathed out. He was already commanding the field without even touching you where you were leaking now.
"Mhm. Хорошая девочка," Nikolai cooed.
Finally, he peppered your body with kisses. Moving in the opposite direction than Kyle had. You sank further into John as you realized where his head was going. John rubbed idle circles on your belly as you felt Nikolai's warm breath on your mound and then your cunt. You twitched and Nikolai's hands clasped around your thighs.
"Keep open," he ordered before his mouth enclosed around your clit.
You choked on your breath, hands searching for John. He followed your silent yearning, hand grabbing yours so that they rested with his against your belly. This also made you vulnerable to Nikolai's ministrations.
Nikolai teased your clit, rolling his tongue over the throbbing bundle of nerves, a single finger tracing your fluttering hole. He grunted against your skin when you rewarded him with a moan, head falling into the groove of John's shoulder.
"Easy," he said. "Can't be losing your head yet, darling."
Nikolai sunk his finger into your welcoming cunt and you groaned. Even that was thick and you clenched around it.
"So responsive, doll," Nikolai purred. "Gonna have fun."
He curled his finger, stroking until he found that gummy spot. It didn't take him long, confident in his movements. It made you relax more as he worked at the festering coil that had been building in your core.
Your hands tensed in John's hold, and he ran his thumbs along your knuckles. Placating, consistent nips were placed along your shoulder and neck. Your body was thrumming from the dual sensation of full indulgent pleasure to barely their touches.
Nikolai slowly introduced a second finger, monitoring your body with rapt attention. He coaxed your body to soften more before he completely sunk it in, but the moment he curled, your breath stopped.
"Come on, doll," he said, voice husky. "Let go for us, да?"
It wasn't long before you felt the tether breaking. You arched your body, unable to sit so still anymore. Nikolai followed where you went, not suppressing the buildup. He just aided the ride.
When you broke, your head went foggy. A wave of bliss washed over you, satisfaction creeping up your spine and into the synapses of your brain. You couldn’t hear what John said, but he said something before he turned your head and captured your lips.
It was sloppy, desire expressed deeply as John cupped your cheeks. His beard burned against your face in a way that made you moan. All your nerves from earlier were floating away as you basked in that first orgasm.
Nikolai sat back. His face was wet from your release, and he didn't wipe it off or anything. As he pulled his fingers out of your sensitive body, he waited until John had his fill before demanding attention.
He held up his fingers, and you half expected him to push them into your mouth, making you taste your own release. Instead, he directed them to John's lips. Your partner sucked on the fingers obediently, eyes dilating as he groaned into it.
You were used to John being the vision of stability. He was eerily collected while chasing your pleasure most days, and when the others joined, he commanded them like he would in the battlefield. An easy dynamic to naturally fall into for all of them.
But there was an air of inferiority in John's role with Nikolai. Maybe that was because he was letting Nikolai have the full barrage of pleasure this time around. Or it was always like that. Not knowing made it more attractive to you.
You whimpered at their exchange, and both of them grinned.
"Feeling left out?" Nikolai cooed as he crawled over you. His body blanketed yours, thighs slotting in between your still open legs. You sucked in a breath as his eyes bore into yours. "Жадный."
You could feel him now. His cock slid across your thigh as he moved into position, smearing precum on your skin. His thick length was imposing as the head pressed through your folds.
He rolled his hips, slicking his cock with your arousal, and it brought you a delicious friction as well. Your core was burning again.
You wanted to palm at John's rigid cock as it dug into your naked back. It twitched when you moaned and you could tell he wanted nothing more than to be the one sinking into you. Maybe he'd get to afterwards because you missed the feeling of him.
John lifted your legs up, bending them in a way that was still comfortable for you but gave Nikolai more access. Nikolai looked down where he was about to enter you and spat directly down onto your hole. Your muscles twitched as he reached down and rubbed it into your skin.
"Deep breath, doll," he growled as he leaned over you and started to guide himself into you.
He stretched your hole, making you let out a strangled noise. John shushed you gently, kissing behind your ear. Nikolai went slowly, which allowed you to feel the way he dragged through your walls even more. Both were hyperfocused on any discomfort.
"There you go, darling," John praised. "Deep breaths. You know what to do."
"Чувствуй себя хорошо, куколка," Nikolai's voice was hoarse as he completely diverted to Russian. "Ревную, что мне потребовалось так много времени, чтобы обрести тебя."
He got halfway in before he started with little thrusts. Anything to help you adjust. John had given him a stern warning not to break you. He pulled all the way out until his tip remained inside and then pushed back in.
You clenched, body trying to hold onto him as he moved just like that. Nikolai didn't moan, but he let out low grunts that told you he felt good. The veins you saw earlier were pulsing, and it was driving you crazy.
"Faster. Please, Nik," you begged. The slow movements were nice, but not enough for you to reach the high you wanted.
Nikolai pressed into you, chest scrapping along yours as his lips finally met yours. It was desperate, dominating, and you whined against him as he sped up, granting you what you wanted.
Your body rocked into John, and you felt his hand in your hair now. Such a contrast to the rough pounding you were receiving. The wet gush of your cunt filled the room as well aa various pleasured sounds.
Nikolai angled his thrusts up and managed to hit just right. Your hands, now free, gripped at his shoulders as your nails dug into his flesh. Nikolai was taking exactly what he wanted from you, and it was bringing you to the edge.
"Squeezing me, да?" Nikolai rasped. "Can't have just one?"
Nikolai moved his hand between you both and rolled his thumb over your clit again. That got your head spinning and your senses alerted as you tried to squirm away from the sensation. You were already overwhelmed, pleasure wracking your body like a beast.
"Take it," Nikolai pinned you down with just the mass of his body. "Be good."
He worked you up just to break you apart at the seams. This was his first time having you, and yet he acted as if he always knew just how to play you. And the more he did, the more you broke skin with your nails.
Nikolai seemed to crave that feeling as you were pretty sure he pushed harder the moment nails made cresents on his roughed up flesh. His soft, muscled belly rolled against yours, sweat-matted hair burning your skin.
It didn't take long before all that caused your second orgasm. Nikolai grunted and lasted for a few more deep-punching thrusts before you felt warmth bloom inside of you. His mouth became occupied with sucking a mark into your neck. A claiming.
You came down slowly, didn't even realize you closed your eyes at some point, until John was pushing back your damp hair. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your side as Nikolai softened inside of you.
"I have again. Soon," he told John, more of a statement than a request.
John comforted you for a moment before responding. "If that's what the missus wants."
Who were you to deny that experience again?
TRANSLATIONS:
Красивая кукла - Beautiful doll
Блядь - Fuck
Кукла - Doll
да- Yes
Хорошая девочка - Good girl
Жадный - Greedy
Чувствуй себя хорошо, куколка - Feel good, doll
Ревную, что мне потребовалось так много времени, чтобы обрести тебя - I'm jealous that it took me so long to find you.
Hey so while I'm still on my hybrid bullshit, who wants to hear about Nikolai and his kitty hybrid?
He needed some company. Sure, he loved John - and the rest of the 141, Kate too; but they all had full-time priorities. They didn't have the freedom he had to go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
So, he resolved for a different option.
A hybrid.
At first, he though about obtained a sweet little mladenets with a fancy pedigree. He could most certainly afford one, but when he stumbled upon a fancy shelter, he couldn't help but take a look.
It was nice inside, clearly redone with the way the floors were laid unevenly and some of the wallpaper peeled at the corners of the walls - but it was clean (clean enough that he could only smell anti-septic and not waste) and bright inside.
The receptionist greeted him as he approached the check-in table, smiling softly at him.
"Hi, hun. Have you got an appointment?"
"Nyet. Saw sign outside," He gestured to the door, rings glinting in the fluorescent lighting. "You have hybrids for adoption?"
"We do! We also have a fostering program. Would you be interested in taking a look?" She asked, standing and pointing at the heavy duty metal door with a pin pad lock.
"I have time." He smiled.
"Great! If you'd just follow me."
She rounded the desk and entered in the code to the door, with a beep and a click, the door swung open. Gesturing him in first, she closed the door behind them.
"We have many pet hybrids available, canines, felines, avians, rodents..." She trailed on, pointing out several of the hybrids in their spacious kennels, remarking on their traits, personalities, and anything else she thought might interest him.
They turned a corner, completely passing a dimmed kennel, pasted warnings on the glass catching his eye.
DO NOT PUT FINGERS OR HANDS NEAR BARS.
I BITE.
"What about this one?" He asked, stepping closer to the kennel - smaller in size than the other ones. The plush bed was torn open in several spots, pushed into the far corner near the staff door on the opposite side - unlike all the other hybrids whose beds were nearer to the customer side.
"Oh..." She repeated the name on the clipboard attached to the kennel, rolling over the syllables like they left a bad taste in her mouth. "Listen, I try not to dissuade anyone from finding their forever friend, but you don't want to take them home."
You were curled beneath a blanket on the bed, the only thing visible were two large, oversized ears, tipped with fluffy tufts of fur.
"Why?" He demanded shortly.
"I..." She sighed, tentatively stepping to Nikolai's side. "They've been returned by the last seven people who have adopted them. We almost put them on the do not adopt list but... with how many returns they've had..."
"What?" Nikolai prompted, looking from you to the receptionist, then back to you.
"If we put them on the do not adopt list, we'll have to put in their file that they can't be rehabilitated, and we'll be forced to put them down."
Nikolai sneered. "Why did they keep getting returned?"
"Well, the first two was due to them being hostile towards children, always hissing and hiding from them. After the second time, we stopped adopting them out to households with children, but the problem persisted. They couldn't acclimate. Everyone that brought them back complained that they were hostile, aggressive, unsociable, and too frightened to make a good pet." She sighed.
"If they get returned one more time... We won't have a choice but the euthanize them, do not adopt list or not."
Nikolai watched intently as your right ear flicked, clearly listening to the conversation, but you didn't lift your head. Resigned to your fate.
small drabble about something @pricegotmedickmatized and I talked about that refused to leave my brain
cw: implied age gap, free use, voyeurism, mild humiliation, fingering, oral, objectification, talk about boot humping; spanking; anal, porn without plot, fem!afab!reader
Nikolai was always a fan of PDA. whether it's holding your hand, slinging an arm around you, kissing your cheek to get you all flustered or smacking your ass to show some asshole who was staring at you a bit too much who you belong to, slipping fingers up your skirt to tease you; anything he can get away with in public. he can't keep his hands off of you - and why would he? you're his sweetheart, his sunshine, his favourite toy. if it wasn't for social norms he'd constantly be inside you, some way or another. but he can't, obviously. can't just bend you over in public and have his way with you, even if that's his absolute dream: having you anywhere, any way he wants.
this is how this whole thing started.
the idea of free use was always appealing - considering you were always horny (and if you weren't already, you always would be within a second of him touching you), he was always all over you, whether it be his hands, lips or more. so he suggested something: free use. you pretty much beamed when he suggested it. he was surprised by how quickly and eagerly you agreed to it, but who was he to say no? so you got together and had a long talk, set up boundaries, rules, do's and don'ts and it quickly became your new normal.
bending you over the dresser first thing in the morning to get rid of his morning wood.
having you bounce on his dick at the breakfast table while he had his coffee and read the news.
groping you all over the second you get out of the shower.
shoving fingers inside you while you were trying to do chores.
having you suck his dick while he did some paperwork in his office.
cockwarming him while eating dinner together.
having him get down on his knees behind you and sticking his head under your skirt while you did the dishes.
all down to a sleepy cuddlefuck when you go to bed together.
its heaven, really. but its not enough. not for nikolai anyway.
he kept going with rules like 'always wear skirt or dresses around me' or 'no more panties around the house'. you happily oblige, because god, why wouldn't you? this hunk of a man was fucking you seven ways to Sunday, who in their right mind would complain about this?
but it's still not enough. he's let the primal, stupid animal inside him wake up and now its growling for more. whenever the two of you go out for groceries, hang out with friends, go out on dates, he had to restrain himself from just taking what he wants. sure, he fucked you out in the car afterwards every time without fail, but its not enough. pining you down under his weight in the backseat of his SUV and hearing you yelp and gasp for breath between hoarse, pathetic begging was never enough.
it starts with him feeling you up while hes on the phone to Laswell. waving you over and copping a feel of your ass while talking about an upcoming OP. it takes you by surprise, but you don't mind it - Kate didn't see and surely didn't hear the way you gasp at the fingers digging into your fat.
it got a little further when he decided to call you into his office while on a face time call - some other high ranks or whatever, you tend to not listen when you overhear whatever they're talking about - and gestures for you to stand behind the cam and pull your shirt up for him.
it goes even even further when John is visiting the two of you. sitting on the couch across from Nikolai, not even batting an eye when he calls you over and makes you bend over his lap. your face heats up and you quietly ask what he's doing, but you don't get an answer. what you do get is 2 of Nik's fingers plunged deep into your cunt without warning, making you see starts as he starts to curl them. your mouth falls open and your eyes widen, a fleeting, embarrassed gaze at John, but he just raises an eyebrow and smirks. Nikolai grunts, something about your underwear, something about manners, something that will get you spanked later, but you can barely listen as you try to process.. this. but you can't. you simply can't. you're bent over your boyfriend's lap, having your hole fingered open while his best friend watches - and you swear you've never been this wet. a bit of shame mixes in with the pleasure and shock, but the feeling is so overwhelming that you just let it happen - you can talk later, after you've came your brains out in front of Price.
but you don't talk about it. you don't mention it and neither does he - and it makes him bold. makes him think he can do whatever he wants with you.
and he can. unfortunately. bastard.
you realise this pretty quick after the little incident. he doesn't bother to keep quiet when you jerk him off on call. he doesn't bother to make sure your bobbing head is out of the shot while facetiming business partners. doesn't bother to make sure no one hears your slutty moans when he bends you over in your friend's bathroom. and no one bats an eye.
not even when he told you to to cockwarm him in front of the whole 141.
"Get in my lap, malyshka. c'mon, no need to be shy now. they're our friends, they can see how good of a toy you are." and you do, for some God forsaken reason. you pull your pants down as you stare at him, just enough so he has space to pick a hole and make you sink down on his soft cock. that's how casual it is to him, he's not even hard. and the others just watch, continuing their conversation. of course he told them about beforehand, they're not surprised - but he's determined to take it even further.
he keeps it up, slowly establishing you as his cocksleeve, his fleshlight, his toy; around his friends. has you walking around topless when at home, no matter if the blinds are open, no matter who's around. doesnt care to be subtle about slipping his fingers under your skirt during game night with your friends, pulls you onto his cock during movie night. its so casual within just weeks of him doing this, his friends dont mind the loud moans, the high pitched squeals, the wet squelching sounds your loose holes make.
but its not enough. it's never enough, why stop when no one stops him? he wants - has to see how far you will let him go. how far others will let him go. so he does.
he starts bringing you to base - just keeping you around at first, the occasional slap on your ass in front of people, but nothing wild. that's the first few days at least, before he brings the no underwear rule to work. along with the skirt and dresses only rule. has you standing by his office chair, hand under your skirt, pumping into your asshole slowly while some Sergeant delivers files to him. watches you tremble and shake, opening his mouth to speak, but Nikolai speaks first.
"just my toy. don't mind her."
its what he tells everyone. its what he tells the private who walks in on you kneeling under Nikolais desk.
it's what he tells the medical that walks in on nikolai playing with your tits and torturing your poor little nipples.
its what he tells the Lieutenant that catches you pathetically rubbing your pussy against Nikolais boot.
it's what he tells the group of privates that he's spanking you in front of as you beg for his forgiveness, showcasing what happens if someone misbehaves.
its even what he tells the General, that walks in on you bent over the desk, tits squished flat against it, mouth wide open with fat crocodile tears streaming down your cheeks while Nikolai bullies your cervix with his fat tip.
Laswell and her wife like to meddle. And in their meddling they decide that Nik & John need someone to appreciate on their days off, someone softer to be squished between the two men
On one of the rare occasions that she can convince all the 141 to attend a military ball in their dress uniforms, Kate and her wife play matchmaker. While they’re dressed to the nines and not entirely interested in the general population of the women at the party, they can’t say no to the Laswell’s choice
Not when the target of the Laswell’s matchmaking is a beautiful woman with artistic and literacy interests. A woman whose soft and curvaceous, a perfect personification of what Nik and Price need pressed between them
And suddenly it seems like the Laswell’s interfering will actually pay off in the long run for those seasoned soldiers
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If Nikolai marries he's marrying someone with diplomatic immunity.
It could be in a prevalent country where he visits like Russia or England or could be a completely random one like Brazil or Nigeria.
Either way he finds it useful and it’s not that he even needs a person with that amount of power or money. He just finds it useful as like a back up in case something happens or he gets arrested.
don’t get me wrong. I do think he would have devotion and love for his partner, but I truly do think he would pick the weirdest freakiest diplomat, regardless of what country they represent and just make them his life partner.
And yes, I do think you would have helicopter sex while he’s driving.
why?
Fully cause I believe that he does not think he could die in a helicopter or plane. I think his ego is so big in that regard just like his dick.
ill be honest this is a bit similar to a short blurb you did with price x reader, but reader who is cold bringing themself to a big, warm bear!hybrid… nikolai >:) (i need him)
The base was unbelievably cold this winter. Johnny had warned you about the heating going down, but before it could get fixed, a small snow storm rolled through the area. No matter what you tried, you could barely warn up.
You already had two small heaters whirring away in your room, and it was just enough to get you warm again. Every time you dared to venture outside of your warm, safe haven, you were snappy, sluggish, and annoyed.
You couldn't stand the cold, and your team couldn't stand how annoyed you were every single day. Instead of directly solving the problem, Price told Nik to make himself more present on base.
The moment you laid eyes on the massive bear hybrid, all you wanted to do was cling to him. Even standing next to him was enough to feel the warmth rolling off of him in waves. He watches you stand close to him, clenching your jaw to stop your teeth from chattering.
"If you're so cold, you should just ask for help." Nik scolds softly, easily scooping you up and settling you onto his chest. You had no choice but to cling to him, letting out a happy groan as you feel yourself finally warming up. "That's a good cub. Just hold on there and warm up." He chuckles, watching you start to melt into his embrace.
"Thank you, Nik." You mumble sleepily, listening to his softly chuff in your ear. He had missed having someone clinging to him during the winter. It wasn't a surprise to Price that you and him disappeared for winter even after the heat got fixed.
Idk if you write for Nikolai or not but can I have the dungeon ask with nik? If you want 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 I just know that man’s a freak.
pookie have you been here lately? /lh
Nikolai does have a dungeon, but he's got gear hidden all over the house. ropes in the kitchen drawers, a ball gag in the small compartment under the couch, blindfold and a dildo in the glove box of his car - anywhere (he definitely plays a game with his subs when theyre in his house the first time - they spend a normal day together but whenever they discover a toy he uses it on them). anyway, his dungeon is in a shiny black tone, a big bed in the middle of the room so he can approach from any side he wants. lots of hooks on walls and the ceiling, he absolutely loves tying his partners up, preferably with rope (uses what he's learned in the military). he's got a good range of toys, a good mix of everything - not a huge fan of pain toys that sting, he prefers a dull sensation (hes tried everything at least once on himself so he knows what he's doing to his subs). apart from that he has a good amount of things to restrict movement or fully tie people up; pillory, spreader bar, ballet boots, cuffs, anything you want. one of his favourite things is suspension tho, he gets rock hard from seeing his partner squirm in the air, helpless to escape whatever pleasure he's putting them through - sometimes he'll tie them up just above the bed and lie down underneath them, just relaxing while enjoying the close proximity. he's got a wide array of gags too, more so ones that hold the mouth open but don't block it, one of his favourite past times is making out with gagged subs or making them lick/suck whatever he gives them. he definitely has some hand made things too, some gifted by price - they're some of his most priced possessions. his room is somewhere random in the house, he usually doesn't bother to lock or even close the door, he doesn't mind people getting curious. If they get too curious he'll just have to show them, hm?
