〉mitya/reader/alyosha、 nsfw ー mdni、 wc1.7k、 smut、 self-imposed cuckolding/hotwifing、 dubious consent、 vaginal sex、 male masturbation、 choking (f. rec.)、 blindfolding (f. rec.)、 rough sex、 bruising (f. rec.)、 implied squirting、 cumming inside/creampie、 not edited by my beta readers i needed to get this out pronto
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just imagine mitya introducing his sweet, darling lover to his friends only to catch your eyes lingering on one in particular. you're clinging to him a bit more than usual — shaky hands grasping at his cloak a little when alyosha says something that makes you laugh.
it makes the group laugh, but mitya's mostly focused on the nervous energy wafting off of you; it's something like a first crush, or the way you'd giggle for him when he'd first started courting you. it should've made him upset, or maybe a bit angry. watching the love of his life fawn over someone else right in front of him should have made him furious, but mitya finds his heart fluttering at the scene. he can feel his underclothes straining at the thought of you two together, and his mind starts reeling at this newfound idea.
he knew he had to start big if he was going to play his cards right: mentioning offhand a few days later (balls deep with his hand around your neck) that he'd been fantasising about watching you get fucked in front of him, of only having himself to touch while you were completely ravaged. he'd whispered the fantasy in extreme detail — from the time and place to exactly how long the scene would take — just to watch you fall apart at the seams.
it didn't take a genius to know who you were imagining — even though mitya had deliberately left that detail out — your brain filling with thoughts of pale green hair, golden eyes, and freckles above you, your lover watching on and touching himself just out of arm's reach.
you'd cum harder that night than you had in a minute, and it only spurred him on.
he'd let the idea fester in the back of your mind for months, inviting his friends out more and more often just to watch you squirm in your seat — one he'd always made sure was between himself and the hunter.
alyosha seemed to be decently aware of the situation after a certain dinner, eyes glancing between you and mitya occasionally to see just how the scientist was feeling about your less-than-subtle feelings. he figures it's none of his business, really, but tests the waters anyway when your lover winks at him. he lets his arm linger along the back of your chair, fingers gently messing with the fabric of your collar and confirming to himself the effect he has when you look to mitya for help.
the man does nothing but smile, glancing at the other's hand as if nothing is wrong, and turns back to the traveller and vodyanitsa. they both see you swallow hard in their periphery, locking eyes for just a moment before carrying on like nothing happened.
no mutual understanding, no silent agreements, nothing.
it doesn't take long for mitya to act while everyone is clueless. he slips a note to the waitress on his way to the restroom, grabbing a few drinks for the road on the way back, and bids a slightly-early goodnight to the rest of the group. you're a little miffed at leaving so soon — he can tell, especially when you give a cute smile and wave to alyosha that doesn't quite reach the others — but he more than makes up for it with the incessant touching and flirting on the way home.
by the time you know what's happening you're already on your hands and knees, scarf wrapped around your eyes, and your lover's hand gripping your hair. he pulls you back on his cock tantilisingly slow, enough to feel every ridge slide against your walls as you fuck yourself on him. the blindfold amplifies the feeling tenfold — you never know where his hands will end up, and each caress and scratch pulls new, wanton moans from you.
he pulls away for just a moment, ignoring your whines as he slips out of you, and leaves you blind and empty on the bed. you can hear him shuffling about the room; a drawer is opened and closed, mitya mumbling to himself as he searches, and finally the creak of the bedroom door sounds his departure. you can't hear anything other than your own panting for a few moments, skin sticky and getting colder the longer he's gone.
you call out for him when your breath evens out, only to get a clipped response — he's probably had another breakthrough. typical.
the door opens again minutes later, his footsteps fast and heavy, clothes shuffling around until he's giggling at your subconsciously pouty expression. he coos at you, hand tugging on your hair to make your back arch as he spreads wet kisses down your spine. it sends chills through you, knees buckling just enough to feel him press against your cunt. his cock drowns in your arousal, easily slipping into you and hitting just the right spot. your mouth falls open at the shock that runs through your core, mentally noting your position as a new favourite when you begin to move on him like before.
his hand splays between your shoulder blades, pressing your face into the sheets as he grips your waist hard. you almost ask what's gotten into him — he's rarely rough enough to bruise like this — but the only noises you can make are choked whimpers as he fucks into you, the angle forcing him to hit that perfect spot to make you see stars. you can feel the sheets getting wet from your drool, dampening more when he brings your arms to cross behind you. he uses them as leverage, thrusting into you even harder than before — pleas to slow down babble out of your mouth before you can stop, but it's not like you really mean them.
it doesn't take long for you to be teetering on the edge; your tears soaking into the fabric of mitya's scarf, mumbled begging punctuated by breathless gasps of his name every time his tip sends shockwaves up your spine. you're so disoriented by the feeling of him — of the sound of his hips smacking against yours, resounding throughout the room — that every moan and whimper from him sounds distant. his praise barely touches your ears, muffled by your dizziness and the squelch that penetrates your mind when he pulls out a little too far just to thrust back in.
it's intoxicating, and you know this climax will be completely different from the rest if you both can hold out.
at least… until his hand leaves your wrists, pulling you back up onto your hands without slowing his pace. his arm sinks next to you on the bed when you whine his name, chest pressing against your back as the fabric around your eyes loosens.
it's so bright that your eyes squeeze shut with as much control as you can muster until they can focus on the sight in front of you.
mitya, with his jaw slack and eyes droopy, fucking into his fist at an incredibly familiar pace while sitting upon a chair much too far in distance.
it takes a second to realise what you're seeing — mind almost entirely fucked out — but the way he smiles that teasing grin you love so much heightens your physical sensitivity to the max. you're not able to turn around, but you don't need to to know who's been fucking you; an all-too-familiar hand holds your jaw forward, keeping your eyes locked on your lover, the man's breath fanning the side of your neck only halting to trail lips across your shoulder.
alyosha's hips are still pistoning into you at a fast, hard pace, sure to limit your walking but not your memory. he's surprised at how quiet he was able to be up until now, finally able to let out soft groans that meet your ears in sync with mitya's panted moans. he scoffs out a laugh at the way you clench around him, your whines pitching at the new situation amusing both men. his palm closes around your neck, forefingers and thumb pressing on the sides, and making your vision blur from pleasure. he pulls you up onto just your knees, free hand pressing below your navel to enhance the feeling, his lips leaving quickly-purpling patches across your nape.
his eyes meet mitya's, trailing from the man's face to the way he's touching himself; both hands slick with oils, one on top of the other, twisting and tugging in mirrored directions around his shaft and tip. he looks about as close as you feel, face completely flushed and eyes unfocused as he watches the hunter ravish you on his bed. it's more thrilling than alyosha expected, feeling his orgasm approach faster than normal, mind shifting back and forth between the way you're practically milking him to the way mitya eggs the both of you on.
his hand drops down, rubbing tight circles on your clit, and it takes only a few more thrusts to feel you clamp down on him, head falling back onto his shoulder with your lover's name on your lips. his brows pinch together at the sound, barely letting you come down from your high before he chases his own. his hips snap into yours, fingers never stopping their assault on your nerves while he huffs against your cheek. his hand falls from your neck as you cry out, his arms wrapping themselves around your collar and waist as his teeth sink into the junction between your neck and shoulder. it's entirely too much for you, full body shaking as cum drenches your legs. his body tenses quickly after, hot seed flooding your cunt as you whimper at feeling so overstimulated, so full.
mitya's not far behind, his cum spurting across his chest at the sight of alyosha's release slowly dripping out of you. his voice is gentle when it hits your ears, praising how good you did and how much he enjoyed the show. he's quick to his feet, slipping into the bathroom to grab some damp cloths for cleaning. when he comes back he's met with a continuation; the hunter has you on your back, knees pinned to your chest by his shoulders.
the scientist can feel himself twitch back to life at the scene, watching as alyosha's lips just barely touch below your ear. he mutters something mitya just barely catches over your crying, hips rolling so gently compared to the previous pace that it's bewildering.
alyosha's hands cradle just above your nape, keeping you close enough to hear the words that have you almost scared for what's to come.
"such a good girl for us," he groans, hips angling just right to have you cry out again, "but my name isn't 'mitya'."
