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Ilya Rozanov week: Day one Favorite moment(s): Letting himself be a kid again around the people he loves ♥︎

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝒐𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑠𝑎𝑒, 𝑘𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑢𝑔𝑜, 𝑙𝑜𝑘𝑖, 𝑦𝑢𝑘𝑘𝑖, 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑜𝑢, 𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑟𝑒𝑜, 𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑖, 𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑖, 𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑜, 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦, 𝑛𝑜𝑒𝑙, 𝑎𝑖𝑘𝑢

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔/𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑜𝑐, 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒, 𝑠𝑢𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑎'𝑠

𝒂/𝒏: 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒

𝒹𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸 ! 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓎 who smacks ur ass a little too hard while ur standing at the stove cooking a meal for the both of you, savoring that stunned, half annoyed half prudish expression on ur little face

domestic soldier boy who thanks you for starching his jeans “real nice and good” by bending you over the washer the next time ur loading the laundry in. his hands grip ur hips tight after lifting ur skirt, grinding his thick cock against ur ass as he groans in ur ear.

domestic soldier boy who buys u little sets of delicate lingerie for your birthday and holidays, just for him to shove the soft fabrics out of the way when he’s got his cock buried in u. ur folded in half beneath him on the bed, taking each thrust with little girlish uh, uh, uhs that makes him grin.

domestic soldier boy who occasionally makes you kneel under the desk in his study, his leaking dick in ur mouth as he signs off at monthly bills. because he refuses to have shit automated, much less digitally. you brush ur tongue flat against his cockhead, lazily stroking the untended inches. and when he’s about to cum, he grabs your hair in his fist and shoves you down until u gag, ur nose buried in his pubes as he shoots thick ropes of hot cum down ur throat- and u have no choice but to swallow.

domestic soldier boy who holds u flush against his chest, his boner pressed against your back. one hand grips ur tit, infrequently pinching your nipple through your shirt as his arm holds u in place with no escape. his fingers plunge inside your tight cunt, switching between quick little juts and slow, steady up and down thrusts that absolutely should not have happened before he’s obligated to head out.

and you already know what his face will twist into if u ask him about washing his hands after u cum, crying out, clenching ur fists and eyes shut: positively offended and confused. he’d let you go, smirking as your legs wobble, and he’d kiss your forehead before leaving, keeping the smell of u on his fingers all day as a sweet reminder.