#ilya rozanov x reader

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

this is me trying - chapter two.

ilya rozanov & coach’s adult daughter reader/hollanov | multi-chapter | explicit | 10.7k.

chapter warnings: period sex (but it’s not like a lot of blood!), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering

She couldn’t form a reply, not when his mouth found her again. He swirled his tongue through her, fucking her on it before his mouth trailed up to her clit. He sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, flicking it with the tip, massaging her cunt with his tongue before giving her clit special attention again. She arched her back and moaned loudly, squeezing her eyes shut as she bucked forward. His hand that was still on her breast squeezed and kneaded, his fingers pinching and rubbing her nipple. His other hand started working her pussy, two fingers plunging inside of her as she cried out. He loved hearing her make those noises, loved hearing every little noise she made as he made her feel so damn good. He knew what to do, which buttons to push, and she paid him back by being so damn hot. Fuck, how did he ever think that he could be without her? Before they became official, before she knew about Shane, when they were still just fuck buddies, there were a few rare times when he thought about breaking it off with her. It had been absolutely stupid and foolish to even consider that. Having that on the table was not an option, not anymore. There was no way he could ever allow that to happen. Not now, not when he had a taste of paradise. He would never give her or Shane up, not for anything in the world. They were the loves of his life; he would never surrender that. He would never look at them and someday decide he didn’t love them anymore. Even if his father’s disease would somehow find him someday, he would always remember that. His love for them would never be forgotten and it would never die. No matter what life threw at him down the road.

He was determined to never forget that for as long as he lived.

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[prettyboyeddiemunson]

this is me trying - chapter one.

ilya rozanov x coach’s adult daughter reader/hollanov | multi-chapter | explicit | 12k.

chapter warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), road head, vaginal fingering

He fucked her on his tongue, lapping at her walls as she tossed her head back. All he could do was make her feel good, watching as she took every ounce of pleasure that he was giving to her. Her hands still remained firmly planted in his hair, her hips bucking forward for even more. He wanted to hold her down, to make her feel every last ounce of pleasure that he was willing to give, but he also knew better than to do that. Holding her down would mean that he wouldn’t be able to experience her fully, that he wouldn’t be able to watch as she truly unraveled. He couldn’t deprive himself or her of that, not even if he tried. To do that would be to commit the most grievous of sins, and he wasn’t about to go down that road. Although being with her did want to make him commit the worst sins imaginable, he would behave himself tonight. Tonight was about possibly creating a life together, a little piece of her and a little piece of himself. He wasn’t going to take that for granted.

His mouth moved over her, feverishly, kissing and sucking everywhere he could. Her fingers were like iron in his hair, holding on for dear life as he devoured her pussy. Her legs were trembling around his head, his mouth still working her and his fingers joining the mix. He started fingering her again, hard and deep, fucking her on them as his lips closed around her clit. She shuddered violently, her moans echoing in his ears. He smiled against her and swirled his tongue over her clit, sucking on it as his fingers curled against the spot inside of her. He added a third one, fucking into her at a rapid pace as her breathing began to pick up. His smile grew and he kept going, flicking his tongue against her clit as she arched her back and bucked her hips against him. It felt so good to make her feel good, to watch as the threads of her control began to fray. It was the most rewarding part of all of this for him, watching her reactions. He loved every minute of it.

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[sweetheartedbylust]

hey babes! i currently don’t know when i’m going to start writing again but when i do, i’m going to start a taglist! if you want to be added just lmk! you can be any anon you want!

- love, c

[lipsunsmokedcigarette]

Just a little Ilya Rozanov snippet

When you entered the little coffee shop, the noise from outside got quieter and was completely shut out of your mind when your eyes met Ilya Rozanov sitting at a table far away from the entrance. You smiled at the barista behind the counter and then walked past the service station. 

Ilya looked up from the ice hockey magazine in front of him as soon as he noticed someone approaching him. A smile spread across his face as he recognized your face. „You made it through the traffic,“ he grinned. „I wasn't sure if you'd show up after hearing about that car crash this morning.“

„It wasn't that bad; I walked. Sorry for not messaging you; I hope you didn't have to wait too long.“ You smiled shyly and sat down.

He gave a small chuckle to himself and brushed it off. „Don't worry, I arrived here literally five minutes ago.“

Of course he didn't.

He had been sitting here for nearly an hour, just to be sure he wasn't late.

„I ordered your usual,“ he mentioned.

„You remembered? That's sweet, thank you.“

„Of course,“ he replied and put away the magazine to give you his full concentration. Ilya then pushed the cup next to his own over to you. A perfectly made latte - just how you liked them. „So, how has your week been so far?“

You took a sip of your coffee and let the warm drink warm you up before answering. „A bit stressful; my boss is being an asshole,“

„Oh, that's unfortunate. Uhm, hey...“ Ilya looked down for a second, breaking the eye contact you two had been holding, to think about his next words. „Do you wanna come to my practice later?“

I think for a second before saying yes. „I'd love to come.“

„Cool.“ He nodded with his usual unbothered expression, which was the absolute opposite of what was going on inside of him.

You would see him play live for the first time, even when it was just practice.

„So, when are you playing?“

Ilya checked his watch, and his expression suddenly dropped. „Fuck, we need to go; practice starts in fifteen minutes.“

You two stood up and left the shop with your coffees in hand, and he drove you to practice.

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

clandestine meetings & stolen stares - epilogue.

ilya rozanov x coach’s adult daughter reader/hollanov | multi-chapter | explicit | 5k.

chapter warnings: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, not much else!

Once the sandwiches were eaten and she finished her coffee, Ilya was on her. She was still fully naked from the night before, with him wearing a Raiders shirt and black jeans. Her hands fisted through that shirt as he kissed her, as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She moaned into his mouth, kissing him hotly and whining when he drew back to take his shirt off. Her hands roamed his bare chest, taking in every muscle, every ridge. His mouth was on hers again, rolling them so that she was on top of him. She giggled, grinding down against him, her pussy already getting wet. He moaned against her mouth, his hands reaching up to grope her breasts. She moaned and he pinched her nipples between his fingers, her own moving down to work on the fly of his jeans. She smiled against his lips, her hand dipping inside of his jeans as he groaned. Her hand wrapped around his cock and he pushed her off, moving off the bed to remove his jeans & underwear before pulling her to the edge of the bed as she giggled. He knelt in front of her, opening her legs and moaning at the sight of her cunt.

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[prettyboyeddiemunson]

clandestine meetings and stolen stares - chapter thirty-seven.

ilya rozanov x coach’s adult daughter reader/hollanov | multi-chapter | explicit | 10.7k.

chapter warnings: unprotected anal sex, oral sex (m receiving), anal fingering, frotting

Ilya didn’t stop. If anything, he moved his head more, hollowing his cheeks until all Shane could hear was the way Ilya slurped on his cock. The sounds, mixed with the way Ilya was moving his head, his tongue pressed firmly against his shaft, his mouth playing with his tip with every drag upward, were too much for Shane. It didn’t take long for him to cum, shooting down Ilya’s throat with a cry as he bucked up a bit. Ilya kept moving his head through his orgasm, groaning softly as he did so. He slowed to a stop once Shane was milked, stopping at once and pulling off of him. Ilya swallowed, before slowly kissing his way back up Shane’s body, murmuring that he loved him in Russian. Shane smiled, eagerly accepting his kiss when Ilya came back to his lips. Ilya kissed him deeply, passionately, groaning against his mouth as Shane tugged at his hair. Ilya grabbed Shane and rolled them over so that he was on top, his hands finding Shane’s ass and squeezing. Ilya reached down and hastily did away with his own underwear, kicking them off to the floor. Shane knew what he wanted; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what it was he was signaling with that gesture. And Shane, always eager to please, was happy to oblige.

“You want me to suck your cock, Rozanov?” Shane asked, running his hand down Ilya’s body.

“Da,” Ilya said, looking up at him with a smirk. “You know that it is what I want. Are you going to make me wait?”

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[prettyboyeddiemunson]

clandestine meetings & stolen stares - chapter thirty-six.

ilya rozanov x coach’s adult daughter reader/hollanov | multi-chapter | explicit | 12.9k.

chapter warnings: unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), face sitting, vaginal fingering, protected anal sex, anal fingering

Grinning, she shifted until her pussy was hovering just above his face. He looked at it, at how wet she was, at how beautiful & perfect her pussy was. There was so much he wanted in this world, but nothing he wanted more than to pull her down and devour her. He needed to do it, needed it more than he needed air. He grabbed her and pulled her down, until she was crushing his face. She moaned as he began to run his tongue through her cunt, her body moving above him as she glided against his mouth. He echoed her moan, fucking her on his tongue as he held her against his face. He could barely breathe, but he fucking loved it. If this was the way he was going to go, then it would be the best death he could ever wish for. No worries of growing old, of forgetting like his father, just dying in pure bliss like he always wanted. It was everything he could wish for, everything he could ever want, right here. How could he not want that? How could he not need that?

“God, Ilya,” she breathed, grinding against him and moaning. “Your mouth always feels so fucking good.”

He said something in Russian, but he didn’t even know what he was saying. She seemed to respond to that well, getting more wet against his face as he kept going. It felt so good, making her feel like this. There was nothing that she couldn’t do that would ever make him think differently; not a single thing in this world. God, he loved her so much. He needed her so much. He needed to die, breathing her in and basking in her. There was nothing that would ever make him want differently. As his mouth worked over her, as he made her feel good again & again, bringing her to the brink of orgasm with his tongue, he knew he was in this forever. Her, Shane, they were all he needed and he was so happy he had them both. The next hurdle would be to tell Shane he loved him, and he wanted him to know. Soon. Maybe at the cottage, he would tell him. Maybe that would be the perfect time.

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