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“don't over exert yourself. please, ivan.” is what you've been saying all afternoon while russia helped you move into your new office. you had a room all to yourself, with a closing door and blinds to shut the windows. but that was about all it came with, that and a shitty desk and chair set, too. you'd sat in the chair for only a few minutes before you felt immense back pain.
so there ivan was, bending over and picking up boxes for you while you wait for your ibuprofen to kick in. he's a diligent worker, likely sporting from the decades of hard labor he's done over the years.
but lately, he’s been sick.
you've known him for a while now. you can see his health fluctuating, now more than ever. headaches and bloody noses and body pains, sure, ivan had complained about them occasionally in the past, but not as much as he is now.
and that's why you kept on telling him, “please, just sit for a minute with me. we can finish the work together.”
“lyubov, i am almost done,” he spoke, his voice straining as he carried one last large box into your office. “i will just put this away now, okay?”
“alright, but that's it.” you replied, a playfully stern tone in your voice. russia flashed you a toothy smile and bent over to put the box down.
you blinked and looked out the window. you'd been glad to finally retire from cubicle life, and finally being able to decorate your space in the way you liked.
i wonder what i should take out first, is what you began to think, but a loud THUD makes your head shoot straight back to where it was previously. but instead of where he was standing just a second ago, russia was now on the floor, collapsed on his knees.
“are you alright?!” you frantically shot over to his side and try to grab his hand, but they were both clutched closely to his chest. ivans breathing was labored and his eyes were lightly glazed over with tears. he swallowed dryly, then looked over to you.
“... oh, oh no.” he muttered, his arms slowly moving away from his body. and then you watched, in absolute horror, him revealing his bloodsoaked arms and clothes. your brain tried to process what you were seeing, you saw something that at first you thought was maybe a balled up end of a scarf, but it was twitching and writhing around rhythmically in his arms. one, two. ba bump, ba bump.
was it… no, it couldn't be, possibly…?
“it,” ivan started, cradling it in his arms, looking down at it, “fell out again… my heart,”
and that was the last thing you heard before you too passed out.
ivan was officially on bedrest. that was to be his ‘punishment’ for scaring you half to death on your second day of work. at least until his bff china could come with the proper medicine.
the wound his heart fell out of was still open– it was bleeding much less than it was two days ago but still a grizzly sight. you could see his veins, his ribs, even his lungs, gently rising and falling with each breath. but most importantly, his heart was back in place. as long as he laid down, it would stay there.
he was able to sit up a little though, just enough so that he could comfortably work on his knitting. you laid with your head on his lap, eyes closed. he was comforted by your presence and eventually put down his current project to stroke your forehead.
“i’m worried, vanya.” you said suddenly. “have you ever been this sick before?”
“many times.” ivan replied, his thumb grazing against your temples. “i am sick more than i am healthy. it is just the nature of what i am.”
you sighed and look up at him. the poor thing has bags under his eyes and his skin looked so pale but he smiled warmly at you, gently stroking your cheeks. you made eye contact with him for a second, then got all flustered and closed them while he played with your hair. and it felt so lovely, like everything was back to normal, just almost… until you heard three loud knocks coming from your front door.
“mh?” you slowly sat up from where you were and rubbed your eyes, looking back to ivan who gave a little shrug. he looked just as confused as you were.
“i’ll get it. hold on a minute.”
with a loud sigh you climbed out of bed and went over, unlocking the door and peeking through.
there stood your husbands best friend, china. real name, wang yao.
honestly, you didn't know what to say. it was your first time meeting, after all. you'd wanted to become friends with him after hearing ivan’s many stories about him. yet he didn't look in the mood for small talk, with his brow furrowed and a slight pout on his lips.
“oh, uh, welcome!” you said, giving a big smile as you open the door a bit wider to let him in.
“thanks,” yao replied as he kicked his shoes off outside and placed them neatly next to the door. “but where is rus- i mean, ivan?”
“down the hall and in the room with the open door,” you begin to say, but by the time you're finished, he's already in the house and down the hall.
if you had a nickel for each time you heard yao absolutely cussing out your husband multilingually for not taking care of himself, you'd have two nickels by now. the first time was the day if the incident, when you had to go onto ivans wechat account to message him for the meds. yao told you to give the phone to him and you did, but on speaker phone. you bore witness to the strange way yao showed his compassion a second time after you let him into the bedroom.
“and you made your wife pass out, on her first day of work?” was the last english phrase yao muttered at ivan, who was taking his scolding amusingly well. he nodded along and looked up at yao pitifully, batting his lashes as he finished his lecture. all the while you tried to hold in your giggles.
“你很幸运,你有一张可爱的脸...” he muttered. well… whatever he said seemed to make your husband blush a little. but soon he pulled up his bag, unzipped it and you curiously sat up from where you were and looked in…
to see a pile of dirt.
“come,” yao beckoned his hand to you and you cautiously rose from your seat. “you should learn how to do this too.”
he took a small handful of the dirt in his hands, then went to ivans side and… started packing it into his open wound?
your jaw dropped and you wanted to reach out and stop yao, but you soon watched as the dirt that was at the bottom turned white, then into a pinkish red color that matched up perfectly with the rest of his body, even becoming the same texture.
“you must get the dirt in deep.” he spoke. you nodded blankly and looked at ivan. his eyes were slightly closed and his cheeks were bright pink, his breath hitching whenever yao stuck his fingers even deeper into the cavern in his chest. “nice and gentle like this, okay?”
“o-okay…” you muttered, watching yao move out of the way so you could come in. you flinched as you dumped the soil into him, it felt like you were just pouring dirt and nastiness into your poor sickly husbands deadly wound.
it's okay, it's okay, you kept on repeating to yourself, tentatively taking two fingers to spread more of the ‘medicine’ over his insides. he's not… exactly a normal human… he will be okay… this is his medicine.
“you're doing great.” yao smiled at you, then gently guided your wrist to a place you both hadn't yet covered. you grinned back at him, a warm kindness filling your heart. “good job, we're finished for now.”
“wait, huh?” you asked and looked over your shoulder at him. yao nodded and his shoulders drooped a little.
“you will need to do this a few times every day for a while. he can regenerate, but since he is so sick, it will take a long time.” he sighed. “but this will help speed things up, so it shouldn't take too long.”
before you knew it, yao was gone, and you were left with a bag of dirt next to your bed, and an ivan that was breathing slowly with rosy cheeks.
“vanya, are you alright?” you asked, coming over to his side. he nodded a little and you stroked his head, feeling him put his weight against your hand.
“it just, feels so weird to have someone poking inside…” he mumbled, and your face dropped.
“i-i’m sorry, did it hurt too much? i can try to be more gentle next time…”
“nyet, nyet, it was, um… uh,” and he lowered his voice to a whisper, blushing hard, “it was really, really nice…”
oh!
oh…
oh?
you blinked with your mouth slightly open, but it soon turned into a devilish smile. suddenly, you've got a great idea.
later that day, a small layer of dirt covered your fingers as you applied the “medicine”, massaging it over his insides. you'd covered his heart with a thin layer of the stuff and within an instant it looked better. you didn't know how exactly, it just simply did.
after wiping your hand off on a paper towel for a second you inspected the wound, pushing your fingers a little bit further into him. half of you is looking to make sure everything is covered, but the other half is getting off (a bit guiltily so at that) on ivan’s heavy breathing and half lidded expression. it wasn't your fault he looked so cute with his face in a pout while the corners of his eyes teared up! and when you went a little too deep inside and he whined and bit his lip… okay… maybe you did that a little bit on purpose, but he also maybe liked it more than a little bit…
but soon you were straddling his hips with two fingers stroking his beating heart. and– he asked you so graciously for another layer of meds, what else would a good wife do?
“mm, you're tickling me,” ivan sighed a laugh as you layered it on, watching you with rosy cheeks and a grin.
“yeah?” you asked him, and he nodded. with two fingers together you gently rubbed the dirt in, watching his face turn flush pink from the touch. “well, it's hard to stay focused when you're being so wriggly and cute.”
you lean in and kissed his lips, but then you felt his arms wrap around your back and it got deeper, your noses smushed against each other. you're surprised for a second but lean into the kiss more, opening your mouth for him and feeling his tongue against yours.
one of his hands moved to your hips, gently stroking your thighs while you kissed him, fingers hovering centimeters over his sensitive organ.
“stop!” you laughed as he starts attacking your neck with quick pecks but your hand slipped closer and closer to his heart until you could almost feel it beating in the palm of your hand.
“you can,” ivan breathed slowly, pressing his forehead against yours. “you can touch it… if you'd like…”
your lip quivered. quite obviously, you'd never touched a (still beating!) human heart before… you could see it moving a little faster as you stared down at it, stretching out your index and middle finger to gently stroke it.
“nnh..” ivan shivered beneath your touch, feeling your two circling fingers grazing so gently against him. you had them spread apart at first, but then you put them together and started tracing lines down it. ivan whined in response, his pale skin pricking up as you continued.
“what does this even feel like for you?” you thought aloud, rubbing against the sides of it with your palm. ivan squeezed his eyes shut. “does it hurt at all?”
“no, no. not when it's you…” ivan gasped. a shudder rolled down his spine and you leaned over to kiss his cheek, feeling his warm breath on your neck. “i’m, ah,”
your free hand pulled the robe covering the other half of his body off with one quick swipe. and without thinking you started grabbing at his chest, kneading his soft skin. ivan gasped and whined underneath your body, but at the same time was pushing himself towards your advancing hands.
“i-i, i can't–” he babbled almost incoherently, but you kept on relentlessly kissing his cheek, even as you tasted tears.
“can't what?” you asked, squeezing his taut nipple between your fingers. “use your words, ivan.”
“can’t think, it's so much,” he managed to stammer out between deep whines and cries. he laughed a little, then kissed you on your nose. “it's, so good…”
instead of replying you groped at his chest, listening to him whine and moan in your ear. no need for words when you could drink in his noises, his smell, his warmth… that hard feeling against your ass as you continued to stroke against the chambers of his fast beating heart… well. you could deal with that later. right now? you just wanted to touch him all over those huge tits of his.
you tapped your fingers against the organ, feeling your husband shiver beneath you at the new sensation.
“sooo sensitive...” you mocked your husband playfully, pinching his nipple just to listen to him whine. you lean in and kissed his cheeks, feeling heat radiate off of the blush stained skin with every shallow breath he took. you have a second stare at him, all disheveled with tears staining his cheeks, heart beating at a thousand miles per hour, soft tummy and tits exposed…
was this heaven?
ivan cried out as he felt your ass moving against his cock, now painfully hard and neglected in his comfy pajama bottoms. he wanted you to touch him there too, but the sensation of your fingers so gently caressing him not just on the outside but all the way in– it set him off, and broke his brain.
“my husband is so cute…” you hum, pushing your fingers under his heart and rubbing him there. ivan gasps– his hips bucking into you as you continue your gentle assault on his most precious organ.
“i’m, ah,” ivan panted, he could feel the pleasure building in his body but his mind had grown too foggy from the constant stimulation. with tears rolling down his eyes, he couldn't even think straight enough to form coherent sentences. you smile, trailing your fingers down his insides. he swallows hard and blinks some tears away, mouth open just enough to make you want to lean in and kiss him.
but instead of kissing his lips– you lean into his body, and kiss ivan directly on his heart.
you feel him shivering, pushing away from your desperate smooches as his overstimulated body shivered and twitched against you pathetically. but you continued kissing him, until the knot in his stomach was just about to snap and he felt himself coming undone from your touch.
“my ivan,” your voice sends vibrations over his heart, pulsing fast and hard in his chest as you guide him through his orgasm that was slowly wracking up his spine. “cum for me, please?”
it was all he needed to hear before his vision went white. you felt him shake beneath you, hips lazily grinding into your ass while you leaned in and whispered sweet nothings into the warm hole in his chest. ivan's strong arms held you so close to him that you felt like you were gonna pop but the pressure also felt kinda nice, sooo….
you moved your head up a little bit, resting it in the crook of his neck to listen to his shaky breaths. you could still feel him coming off from his high with every deep inhale, and soon the tight grasp around your back had loosened into a gentle cuddle. you give him a kiss on his cheek then sit back up on his lap again, staring at him.
with half lidded eyes ivan looks back at you and smiles a little bit, trying his hardest not to cry. you stroked his cheek and gently pushed his bangs back into place. “how are you feeling now?”
“i’m,” ivan pauses for a second and inhales sharply, scooching himself upwards so he can sit up and kiss you, “i’m so, so, good… thank you-”
“pshht, no need to thank me…” you tried to brush it off nonchalantly but ivan stares at you with stars in his eyes and you can't help but smile a goofy smile back at him. “but, but you need to lay down, you can't be sitting up like that-”
you gently pushed him down and in response, he grabbed you and pushed you down into him. and suddenly you're all up in his boobs getting breasted around– until he released you from his grasp so he could look at you.
“я тебя люблю.” he spoke with a soft yet stern voice, putting his hand on top of yours. “you remember what that means, no?”
“of course i do.” you nodded, feeling flustered all of the sudden. “i, i love you too, vanya…”
“i’m just so glad,” he replied, laying his head back and closing his eyes, “that i have you now.”