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Life changed after the soldier burst into Y/N's house. She always felt like walking on eggshells around him. They did get to grow a bit closer and a routine developed in the mornings while they ate breakfast together and did the dishes after. Sometimes it felt like they established a weird friendship with all those secretive eye contacts and soft gazes, but other times Nikto was cold and distant. He grew more and more nervous the closer his mission came since he didn't know what to do with Y/N. He sometimes did consider simply killing her and solving the problem altogether. He was in a state of constant cognitive dissonance and had more and more aggressive outbursts, breaking things and scaring Y/N meanwhile.
Y/N however seemed to get attached to Nikto without realizing her arousal outgrew her fear and common sense. But can one really blame her? She lived alone for the last few months with no social contact and now this unknown mountain of a man became her roommate. It was only a matter of time until she had to test the waters. She started wearing her fancy underwear again and that dainty lace PJ that was almost a size too small. She put herself in suggestive positions while cleaning, knowing he was able to see.
And Nikto did stare, feeling his tactical cargo pants tighten, mouth almost salivating. During situations like these, it took everything in him not to just press her to the floor and force himself inside of her, hearing her plea and cry for him to go gentler. Thoughts like these clouded his mind constantly, he was quite honestly right on the edge.
On a particularly boring day, Nikto tells Y/N he'll be leaving the house for about two hours to confirm new coordinates that are very important for the mission's success. The girl finds herself striding up and down the corridor trying to think of something to kill some time now that she's alone for the next hours. She starts cleaning the bath and the kitchen but after half an hour everything seems tidy (it wasn't even dirty before anyway). She remembers her bedroom which she hasn't been to since Nikto used it for his sleeping quarters. She figures the only room that would need cleaning the most, would be the bedroom. So without thinking about breaching privacy or important top-secret maps, she makes her way up the stairs with a damp cloth in hand, ready to eliminate some dust.
The room is darkened by the blinds, letting only small rays of sunlight through. It smells of oil and gun cleaning products, but it's colder than in the other rooms. "Maybe he likes sleeping with the window open?" she wonders, leaving the door behind her open and stepping into the room. Paper, lists, various equipment and parts of his battle suit are cluttered across the room, mostly next to the bed. She puts the cloth on the floor and picks up a whole block of paper and flips through the pages, being very cautious about the exact location from where she picked it up, to put it right back on the floor. She knows this is dangerous, but Y/N figures she'll hear Nikto when he opens the front door. She just wants more information about who this masked stranger is and what he really wants, what happens to her village and her country. It fills her with pride to play this dangerous game, to know what's going on, to know what will happen. As she reads more, the picture of Nikto as a person fades in her mind. She has to remind herself that this man is a soldier from a different nation, that is capable of killing her without any repercussions. Her fingertips start to get cold because of the low room temperature, her throat dries up the more she reads. She doesn't notice time passing until it's too late.
Nikto shut the front door, already skeptical of the situation. He can't find Y/N in the kitchen or living room, which are the only places where she always is. Instinctively he sprints up the stairs, making the whole floor shake under his weight. Y/N drops the block of paper out of adrenaline and tries to flee out of Nikto's room, but her path is blocked by a broad chest that sends her flying to the floor. Her body bounces off the floor once before being grabbed by two gloved hands, spinning her around and pinning it underneath his body. Nikto has one hand between her shoulder blades, the other one unholsters his pistol and holds it to her head. His knee digs into Y/N's ribs, earning a defeating mewl from her. The girl tries to fight with all her might, but the attempts are laughable. "You couldn't fucking help it, could you?" Nikto spat, moving his hand to her neck, which was almost able to completely wrap around, squeezing harshly. "Please-" Y/N croaks, but with Nikto's weight on her body, she couldn't gasp for air. The man licks his tongue over a sharp canine, taking in her helpless form. "Weasely little bitch, think you're real smart snooping around my stuff, huh? Think you can evade me that easily?" He shifts his weight back, so Y/N's lungs can fill with air. Her heart beats out of her chest, she might really die right now.
"Sorry- didn't mean to-" she tries to explain herself, but thinking about it, an explanation might only make things worse. Nikto wedges one leg between her thighs, forcing her to spread them more. Arousal instantly settles in her tummy, her cheeks flush red. Y/N gasps at the action, tensing up. "Yeah, I thought so. You just want your brains fucked dumb, don't you? All those skimpy little dresses and shorts. You think I don't notice how much you want it?" the soldier rasps in her ear, cocking his gun. Y/N opens her eyes, completely shocked at the lewd words being said to her. "Wha-" she manages to whisper before Nikto pushes his leg upwards, making contact with her clothed pussy and locking his fist in her hair, pulling her upward. Y/N moans in surprise and her hands shoot up to cover her mouth. "Oh, come on. Let me hear you." Nikto mocks, flipping her over in an instant and pinning her arms above her head with just one hand. He puts his pistol back into his holster and starts unbuttoning her shorts with it. Y/N could now look up at her captor, she sees his eyes are dilated and hungry, fixated sternly on her face.
Looking down at Y/N, Nikto feels his dick throbbing in his pants painfully, going completely feral. The longer he fidgets with the buttons, the more impatient he gets until he finally snaps and rips off the shorts altogether, receiving little resistance from the fabric. Y/N squirms uncomfortably, having almost no room to move. "Hold on, wait up! Hold on just- Ah!" the girl pleas while feeling Nikto's fingers on her mound, only covered by her panties now. Nikto coos "Look at that, already wet and ready for me. Let me hear your pretty sounds." slightly pushing into her opening. Y/N bucks her hips upwards, but stays silent, not wanting to satisfy his wishes. Nikto yanks on the panties, growing impatient once more, ripping them into a useless piece of fabric and tossing it in a corner. The soldier releases Y/N's hands to grasp both sides of her hips and spread her folds open, staring at her opening. She hears him mutter something in Russian, bringing both of her hands to her pussy, becoming too flustered and embarrassed by how close his mask was. Denying him the view, Nikto suddenly grabs her neck again and slams her head on the floor. "If you do that again, I'll snap you like a twig." he threatens, eyes piercing through hers. Nikto watches the girl's expression closely as he pushes his finger inside her and curls upwards, towards the spongy area of her core. Y/N can't help her eyes from rolling up into her skull, his one finger almost too much to handle. Nikto bullies his finger all the way inside, pulls it out and pushes it all the way in again, setting a steady rhythm. The girl tries to keep quiet but that becomes harder every moment and as Nikto adds another finger, he stretches her out so deliciously that she starts whimpering. "There we go, sweet girl. Let yourself go, come on" he states, releasing the pressure on her neck.
Y/N feels herself coming closer and closer to her release, her moans turning into desperate and breathy mewls. Nikto looks at her, completely at his mercy, pupils dilated, lips swollen and pink. He smirks to himself as he pulls his fingers out completely, denying her release and earning a small protest from Y/N. "No worrying, my sweet girl. I have something against your fucking nosiness." he pulled down his pants, making his hard cock spring against his tactical vest, dripping with precum. A look of horror settled on Y/N's as she realized that this thing will definitely not fit. Fighting Nikto's grip on her to get some distance. "Nikto- that won't fit. Hold on." she tries reasoning with the soldier on top of her, but she only feels how his grip tightens. "You snoop around my stuff, bringing me and the mission in danger, and think there won't be consequences? That's your problem now. Make it fit or suffer." her captor whispers. Chills ran down Y/N's spine, right into her core. She already made a mess on the floor, dripping down her thighs and onto his hands, part of his suit.
The soldier takes his cock and pushes into her entrance, his big mushroom head breaching her. Inch by inch Nikto sinks into the girl, making her feel full. The stretch is painful at first, but the pleasure was greater than the pain. Every thought she had earlier is gone now, completely evaporated. Her head is empty, she feels so full of him like he is everywhere. She can't fight anymore, toes curling, Y/N simply moans Nikto's name, weak pleas or "More, more" and "Stop". Nikto fully buries himself inside her, groaning and looking down at the poor girl, who lost all control. "Aw, I broke you. Too drunk on my cock to form sentences." he laughs. He can't resist anymore and already builds a hard rhythm, knocking the air out of her lungs with every thrust. Nikto picks up her legs and puts her knees on her chest, changing the positioning. "Ah! St-op! Pl-ease, can't!" Y/N cries out, hot tears building and rolling down her cheeks. He starts rubbing her clit, overstimulating her body. She's close again, feeling her orgasm racing towards her like a wave. Finally crashing down on her, she screams through hot lungs. Nikto grabs her neck again and squeezes her blood flow shut, continuing to rub her clit. He pulls her into consciousness again. "Look at me, you're mine. That's all mine now." he snarls. The girl feels too overstimulated now, trying to push his hand from her pussy, with no success. Her vision begins turning black again, her body tingling all over. "F-feel weird- Stop touching-" she warns but Nikto reassures her she can let go, it would be fine.
Suddenly Y/N came again, harder than the first time, vision going completely black and squirting all over, coating Nikto's abdomen. He released his grip on her throat and lifted her head to make her see what just happened. "Fuck, look at you. You made such a mess for me. I-i'm close-" the soldier growled, speeding up his thrusts, becoming sloppier. "You feel so good, you're too- Ah! Too fucking tight. Sweet girl, all for me." His voice becomes whinier, he's so close. "I'll come inside you. I'll do it inside-", "No, don't!" Y/N meekly protests but it's too late, she can almost feel the thick hot ropes of cum filling her, bulging her belly a little. "Noooo-" she slurs, clutching Nikto's shoulders for support.
"It's fine, it's fine. It's over now, let's rest a little"
Nikto coos into her ear, but she already fell asleep on the floor. He slipped out of her and picked her up, putting her on the bed. He then undresses and joins her on the bed. They will have to shower later and have a talk. He might not have to kill her after all.