Vesper

john price who uses his size difference to keep you right where you need to be, pressing his body weight on top of you as he fucks you into oblivion.

he's so much bigger, and heavier. you can't even shift a centimeter without having to move him as well, the only reason you're not suffocating is the fact that he's refraining himself from crushing you whole, but definitely not the same for your poor hole.

at this point, you feel so full. so sensitive.

you've pretty much run out of energy, only able to beg for more as he continues relentlessly thrusting into you— reminding you of the immense stamina he's built up over years in the military.

"you can take it right?" he huffs, hand wrapped around your torso tightly, holding you against him. "you're doing so good, darling."

you grit your teeth, whimpering a soft "yes, sir".

that's just the thing he needs to quicken his pace, making your eyes roll back even further than they already were. it barely takes a few minutes before he releases his seed into you, hole clenching around him as you milk him dry.

he normally keeps his hair incredibly short, so it doesn't get uncomfortable after wearing the mask for days at a time. but now that he's home with you, he doesn't. he lets it grow until he's got gentle curls you can grab at while he eats you out.

you love his blonde curls, love how it tries to stick up in every direction when he first wakes up, how it ends up in little rings, the ends pointing in every direction.

you love taming it, brushing through it as he sits on the floor in front of your bed, you behind him with your legs on his shoulders. its a quiet activity, one where he closes his eyes and enjoys it, where you gently hum as he folds your foot.

but then you cut your hair. shorter than he's ever seen it before, you tell him its a fresh change you need. and the expression you wear shows it. you're so damn happy with your short cut.

your husband simply huffs when he runs his fingers through your hair, meeting the ends far too quickly. it disrupts his usual routine, sure, but you're happy with it.

so he's happy with it, too.

and he tells you as much when you climb into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

he wraps his arms around you, one travelling up to play with the ends of your hair. he scratches at your scalp and you're putty in his lap.

"be honest, si," you begin and kiss his jaw between every word. "do you like it?"

at first, he's confused. "do i like what?" he asks as you begin playing with his own hair.

"my new hair," you explain, your voice suddenly slow.

he grabs your cheeks until your lips are puckering and stares into your eyes. his brows are furrowed and it has you worried. your husband is worried. it's one of the things you move about him.

Nikto who has a lopsided cock because the bindings Zakhaev put him in made it mould uncomfortably. It's never fully erect anymore, and it doesn't exactly feel the same as it used to. He feels it through the moment, whether it be a passionate or aggressive night with you.

Nikto who has a missing testicle and suffers with hypospermia (the lack of sperm cells but not infertile). He didn't know if you would still want to suck him off, and he was quite nervous to show you. But everything seemed to change when you got on your knees to kiss his half erection and cup his one testicle.

Nikto who can't suck love marks into your skin because of his broken, misshapen and malnourished lips. While he would love to see your neck and shoulders covered in hickeys and nibbles, is biting such a bad option?

Nikto who absolutely adored your body, and he honestly would kill to see you in lingerie. The lacey fabric would make you look angelic, more so that you already look! Maybe a bright white or a suiting shade of deep green would look nice on you, but he doesn't know if you want to wear it and he won't force you,

Nikto who DEFINITELY has a breeding kink. It's the Russian part of him, he needs to have offspring to keep his name going. And when you're finally pregnant, growing a child just for him within your womb, he would still eat you tf out, even when you're just a bit too close to the finish line.

Nikto who loves degrading you when he's on top, but melts and fucking nuts when you praise him in any sort of way. He's damn near never gotten any validation during sex, but with you? No, he knows his cock is making you feel good.

Nikto who only lasts long when he's on top, forcing his misaligned cock into you with brutally paced thrusts. He'll be moving you into different positions every few minutes, needing to feel you in every possible way. Just... not when he's bottoming. He'll cum so quick that it almost always leads to you receiving some head.

Nikto who got fucking hard in his pants the first time he saw you naked. Like- damn. Why the hell did you have to be so damn gorgeous? How could he ever manage to catch someone as stunning as you? He worships you, mainly whenever it's an intimate setting.

Nikto who definitely gropes you a bit too hard. You have to forgive him, малышка, you're just so pretty! Mainly your tits, whether you have or not. Pretty nipples hardening under the callouses of his hand, he just can't get enough!

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