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knowinglewis · 2 months ago

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Fading Lines

Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Final Part

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: The lines between friendship and something more start to blur between you and Lewis when he invites you to his first race weekend with Ferrari.

Word Count: 5,580

Warnings: Jealousy, anxiety, and overthinking. No use of Y/N.

A/N: I've wanted to write for F1 for a while, and what better way to start than with my fave at the Aus GP! Thank you for reading and really hope you enjoy it, please let me know your thoughts!

“Get it together.”

You exhale, pretending to enjoy the tiny bubbles floating up the champagne flute in your hands and popping as they reach the surface. Everyone in the suite looks so at home, their designer clothes fitted to perfection and their laughs singing across the room. You were just trying to remember how to breathe.

Behind you, a duo mentions heading to Monaco like it’s a weekend plan. On the other side of the room, a group poses for a photo beneath the Ferrari team logo with their expensive smiles and curated outfits. You shift your weight and glance toward your right, where your friend Isabella is still deep in conversation with a couple of PR reps.

Isabella’s job involved many ties with the major PR agencies that handled Formula One, so you’d often find yourself swept away to race weekends and exclusive events. Over time, those trips had led to a growing familiarity with none other than Lewis Hamilton.

This familiarity had started with chatting casually at race weekends, then a friendly exchange of numbers which led to regular texting, sending each other memes, check-ins while he was on the road, and more recently, sharing TikToks. Soon, this turned into voice notes and FaceTime calls from across the globe, both at night and early hours of the morning. While they didn’t always last long, in the midst of it all, you felt yourself growing closer and a warm feeling made your heart skip a beat everytime his name appeared on your phone.

You hadn’t seen him for a few months while he’d been on the road, caught up in interviews and media for the beginning of his new journey at Ferrari. Though he still made time to send you photos and check on you occasionally in the quiet moments between his travels, he felt distant.

This only made it all the more nerve wracking when you’d received a text from him one afternoon inviting you to Melbourne for the season opener.

“We’ve got a few friends flying out for the weekend, it would mean a lot to have you there too.”

You read his follow up text.

“It’ll be like old times.”

Like old times. Like hours spent at a few post-race dinners in deep, almost flirtatious conversations. Like his warm smile and chocolate brown eyes captivating yours, listening intently to every word spilled from your lips. Like his clean, luxurious scent when he wrapped an arm around you in farewell for the night.

You said yes, of course. Then, the thought of seeing him again made your stomach turn, excitement and nervousness stirring together.

Now, you were in Melbourne, starting the day off with some refreshments in Casa Ferrari, surrounded by celebrities, influencers, and millionaires alike. Lewis had invited his usual crew, but this time, there was one guest whose presence made your breath catch.

Raye. She was so beautiful, her glowing skin catching the light and her perfectly styled hair bobbing gently as she nodded in agreement while conversing with Anthony Hamilton.

You’d heard about her being spotted out and about with Lewis recently, with photos emerging of them walking around New York together. Not that you kept up with all the gossip of course.

Lewis had been seen with many stunning women, including Sofia Vergara and Shakira months prior. The world had its eyes on him, waiting with bated breath to see which lucky lady would finally take him off the market.

A subtle wave of disappointment washed over your stomach each time, now more than ever. When the two of you spent time together, he made you feel as though you were the only girl in the room. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t hope that one day it would lead to something more. But each time there was a glimmer of hope, it was swiftly put out when the photos emerged of him with another beautiful woman.

This time, a battle crept between your heart and your mind. He could just be friends with them, even Raye. He did invite a number of friends to this race, so surely it wouldn't mean anything more. Could it? But then, would inviting you here also mean nothing? Maybe it was silly to even think there was a chance.

She moved like she belonged there, effortless like she always had. You told yourself not to watch her, not to let it get to you, but the tightness in your chest didn’t care for reason. It just wanted to be proven right.

That is, until the commotion in the room heightened and drew your eyes to the entrance.

There he was.

Lewis. Dressed in a bright, rich red Ferrari colour with his hair hiding beneath a red cap. His eyes sparkled with excitement and his face was flushed, a bright smile stretching across his handsome face. His undeniable aura filled the room as he made the rounds, hugs and handshakes all around the suite.

You felt a flutter in your stomach when his eyes made contact with yours every few moments, trying to make his way towards you through the crowd, but his attention was always drawn away by other guests wanting to greet him and congratulate him on his first race weekend with Ferrari.

You forced yourself to look away when he approached Raye, sharing a greeting kiss on the cheek as they gave a one armed hug. They looked stunning together, too stunning, excitedly discussing the events of the morning.

Placing your drink on the table nearby, you sought to move to where Isabella stood, but you were interrupted by a flash of red as strong arms wrapped around you and that familiar fragrance filled your nose.

“You made it!” Lewis breathed, releasing you from his grasp, his hand resting on your shoulder as he greeted you. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Thank you for inviting me,” you replied, the initial shock leaving you immediately when you looked up to see his face.

His striking brown eyes locked onto yours, giving you his undivided attention like he always did. The warmth of his hand on your shoulder calmed your nerves, making you feel right at home in the suite. Despite feeling out of place earlier in the afternoon, his comforting touch reminded you that you were his guest. He invited you personally and wanted you there.

“So, what do you think?” He beamed as he gestured towards his Ferrari gear, the red of the fabric complimenting the warmth of his tawny skin.

“You look amazing!” You complimented, drinking in his new look. It was as though he’d always belonged in these colours. “It really suits you, Lewis.”

You thought his smile couldn’t get any bigger, and yet it did at your words. “It feels unreal, you know? I’ve been dreaming of this for a long time, so it’s crazy to finally be here.”

“I’m really happy for you.” You smiled back at him, his happiness was contagious and you couldn’t help but match his energy despite your earlier hesitation.

Before you could speak another word, a voice from across the suite called Lewis’ name, snapping you out of the bubble in which only the two of you existed. Lewis glanced over his shoulder, acknowledging the person who had called him and turned his attention back to you with a subtle flicker of reluctance on his face.

“Hey, you’re coming to dinner tonight, yeah?” He took a step closer, his hand slowly sliding down your arm and sending shivers tickling up your skin.

The fluttering in your stomach grew at the closeness. You could almost feel the warmth of his body, your mind slipping for a moment into thoughts of what it might feel like to be pressed against him with his mouth against yours.

You almost forgot the question. Your lips parted to answer hesitantly, your eyes darting away from him for a split second in thought.

“I want to catch up with you. It’s been a minute.” He added softly, catching your hesitation as his fingers made their way past your wrist and caught your hand.

It was a group dinner, and while Lewis always made the time to talk to you, the size of this gathering was larger, which meant there was no guarantee there would be a chance to get some time with him. Yet, something in his tone tugged at your chest, and so you responded before you could think too much further on it.

“I’ll be there.” You nodded, giving his hand a squeeze as his thumb brushed over your knuckles.

He squeezed your hand in return, satisfied with your answer before he slipped back into the crowd to the voice who had called for him. You released a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding as he disappeared, leaving an emptiness in his wake.

Before you had a second to dwell on the moment with Lewis, the sound of your name being called by a familiar voice broke you from your thoughts.

“That looked…interesting,” Isabella chimed with a sly grin across her lips, slipping her arm through yours.

You gave a casual shrug, shaking your head at her comment as though it was nothing, but your flushed face had already betrayed you.

Isabella raised her eyebrows knowingly, then nodded towards the exit. “Come on, let’s get to the garage. It’s nearly time.”

You let her tug you away, your mind reeling with thoughts of your interaction with Lewis and the feeling of being so close to him again.

The Ferrari garage was buzzing with energy, guests lined up along the railings watching the qualifying laps along with the Ferrari team. Engines roared as the cars made their way across the track at incredible speed, the scent of asphalt and burning tyres filling the garage. Guests chatted amongst themselves, pointing to the screens and nodding along, adding to the excitement in the garage.

Isabella snapped a few photos and videos around the garage, capturing as much content as possible for her marketing social media posts. You found yourself standing next to Raye and Miles, with your cherry red Ferrari headset on as you listened to the radio comms.

You had your eyes trained on the screens above, flicking between the live track feeds and Lewis’ onboard camera. It was always thrilling watching the way he darted around the track with precision, but an element of danger always lingered when the weather conditions would change or the way a single minor mistake could lead to a devastating collision.

Raye leaned towards you slightly in your peripheral vision, drawing your attention to her for a moment.

“He’s amazing, isn’t he?” she asked casually, nodding back towards the screen where Lewis had just set an especially fast lap.

You followed her gaze to the screen, feeling your stomach flutter at the sight of him in his element. He was always captivating, leaving everyone around him in awe of his talent and focus. Of course she would notice it too, there was something magnetic about the way he commanded the track.

“He really is,” you replied softly, a smile spreading across your lips as his onboard camera appeared on the screen. “He makes it look so easy.”

“Right? I panic just merging onto the motorway and he’s out here doing over 200 like it’s nothing!” Raye scoffed with a laugh.

You couldn’t help but laugh along, the conversation warming up the atmosphere in the garage. “Honestly, I hit 100 once and I felt like I was in a Fast and Furious movie.”

“Exactly!” She grinned, elbowing you lightly to your right. “These guys are doing so much at once while going at speeds I don’t even think exist in my car.”

“My brain would just shut down. At those speeds I’d be lucky if I could even remember to blink.” You replied with a snort, adjusting your headset so that you could hear each other better.

“I don’t know how he does it and manages to stay so calm,” Raye shook her head, eyes returning back to the screens above.

“And still looks perfect when he gets out of the car,” you agreed under your breath before you could think your words over. “That’s Lewis for you.”

You catch her sly smirk as she side-eyes you playfully, gently knocking your shoulder with her own. It was clear you both found him a little too impressive for comfort.

The two of you continued chatting, with Miles and Isabella adding themselves to the mix soon after to discuss the results and the upcoming dinner.

Evening came quickly, the day flying by with the energy from the Paddock still buzzing in your veins as qualifying day came to a close. City lights were beginning to flicker on as you and Isabella made your way to dinner, her heels clicking rhythmically against the stairs as you stepped into the restaurant together. You welcomed the warmth inside, regretting that you hadn’t grabbed your jacket on your way out.

The restaurant overlooked the Yarra River, its glass walls catching the shimmer of city lights. The inside was softly lit, with dark wooden tables and flickering candlelight, conversation gently filling the air. A long table stretched across the middle of a private room, already half-full of familiar faces by the time you had arrived. A well dressed server guided you towards the group, following Isabella as she offered a breezy wave and greeted everyone.

On your side, Miles and Spinz, were seated towards the right end of the table, facing Lewis and Raye. Another guest you weren’t yet familiar with sat to Raye’s right, and it looked like a couple more people were to be expected. It didn’t seem likely that the catch-up Lewis had mentioned would be happening tonight.

Everyone greeted you politely from the table, but Lewis rose to his feet and immediately manoeuvred around the table. His arms opened casually, leaning in to hug Isabella with a warm greeting, before turning to you. With you, his embrace lingered just a little longer, not enough to draw attention from the others, but just enough for you to notice his cologne and the warmth of his chest where he’d pulled you in.

“I’m glad you came,” he told you for the second time today, low enough that only you could hear.

You gave him a small nod, forcing a smile as your pulse fluttered unevenly. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

His lips curved in that warm, charming smile, before he gestured towards the table, inviting you to sit down. You followed Isabella to the table and took the seat next to Miles while she sat to your right, not wanting to be separated. Lewis returned to his seat on the other side of the table, next to Raye.

Your gaze dropped to the napkin in front of you, suddenly aware of the tightness in your chest. Shit. You tried not to overthink it, inhaling slowly, trying to shake the feeling off. You came here to enjoy yourself, you reminded yourself. Don't spiral. It's just dinner. Smile, breathe, have some good food.

A glass clinked gently in front of you, drawing your attention. Miles had leaned forward and poured you and Isabella some water, offering a small grin as he set the bottle down. You thanked him, reaching for your glass.

“Have you ladies tried this place before?” he asked, his tattooed hand sliding across the table as he settled back into his seat.

“No, first time. How about you?” You welcomed the distraction, taking a sip of your water to soothe the tightness in your throat.

“Nah, first time too,” Miles shook his head, bringing his drink to his lips, his rings glittering in the candlelight. “I’ve heard the scallops here are damn good though. Definitely gonna have some of those coming around.”

“Did I hear scallops?” Isabella leaned in, picking up the menu to find said dish. “Sold.”

You gave a light chuckle, flicking through your own menu to decide what you’d like to eat for the night, the knot in your chest easing just a little. Hearing Raye’s laugh over the conversation at the table, you couldn’t resist looking over to the other side for a split second.

Lewis caught your eye for a moment, glancing your way mid-laugh, where he lingered for a second too long before moving back towards Spinz across from him.

It happened again a few minutes later, when the waiter came by to explain the specials. Your eyes met briefly, and your breath caught slightly before you quickly looked down again, distracted by the sensation of heat creeping up the back of your neck.

You kept your focus on the menu, nodding absently as Isabella pointed something out, but part of your mind remained tethered to those fleeting moments.

The conversation continued to flow easily around you as the night went on and more guests arrived, a steady rhythm of laughter, clinking glasses, and casual teasing ensued. Isabella would lean in occasionally to whisper a quick remark, and you nodded along, grateful for her presence. Still, it was hard to keep your attention entirely on the table.

Every so often, your eyes strayed down the table, where Lewis sat, just far enough away to feel out of reach. Raye had turned slightly toward him, her posture open, the two of them deep in conversation. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you didn’t need to. The way she laughed at something he said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, stirred something sour in your stomach.

She was so lovely and friendly to you, you couldn’t bring yourself to dislike her or to deny the fact that they looked stunning together. Yet, an unshakable feeling laid heavy on your shoulders, and you wished deep in your heart that it was you next to him, chatting the night away.

You forced another smile when Miles asked if you'd ever tried kangaroo meat, laughing politely at the incredulous look he gave you. But your gaze flicked back to Lewis again, just in time to catch him looking at you once more. He didn’t smile this time. Just held your gaze for a beat too long, his expression unreadable, before returning to his drink.

The voices at the table began to blur in your ears, replaced by a quiet thudding and light strain above your brows. The lighting felt warmer than it should’ve, the air heavier. You reached for your water but found your hand slightly shaky. You felt strangely out of place at the table, like you were watching from behind glass.

Had you misunderstood what this whole thing had been? Mistaken a handful of soft smiles and kind gestures for something more? Maybe it had always just been friendliness, nothing more than politeness wrapped in charm. Why would it be anything else, when someone like him could have anyone he wanted at the snap of his fingers? He sat only a few seats away, laughing with a woman who was stunning, talented, and easy in her confidence. Of course he’d want someone like that.

You couldn’t bring yourself to remain in your seat, being unintentionally taunted for hours by the man you’d spent days replaying memories of. His voice in your ear, his hand on your waist, the way he’d looked at you like you were the only one in the room. Tonight, it was as though you barely existed.

The pressure in your head continued to build, a dull ache tightening at your temples and your stomach curled in a slow, unsettled way. It was all suddenly too much to bear, the clattering of silver cutlery, voices crossing over in conversation, and the heat from the candlelight around you blending together to make you want to crawl back into your bed and hide for the rest of the weekend. You had to get away from it all.

“I’m gonna step out for a second,” you murmured to Isabella before you could talk yourself out of it.

“You okay?” She turned to you with concern in her eyes, gently rubbing your back.

“Yeah. Just a bit of a headache, I just need to get some air,” you said a little too quickly, rising from your seat.

You noticed Isabella grabbing the napkin off her lap, ready to stand up and leave with you, but you just wanted to be alone and weren’t looking to ruin her night.

“It’s okay, you stay. Really, I just need a quick breather.” You reassured her with a strained smile.

Isabella looked hesitant, but nodded, not wanting to press you any further. “Text me if you need anything, okay?”

You regarded her gratefully before quietly excusing yourself from the table. No one really noticed you leave besides Isabella, at least, you told yourself they didn’t.

The night air was colder than you expected, wrapping around you like a balm. It was cool and quiet compared to the noise inside the restaurant. The wind was laced with salt and the distant sound of water lapping against the harbour walls. You leaned against the railing near the restaurant doors, watching the faint ripple of lights on the water like fractured gold, focusing on the breath in your lungs and the faint sounds of traffic down the road.

But standing there, away from it all, brought to mind everything you’d tried to ignore. The way Lewis laughed with Raye, the effortless comfort they had with each other, like something they had done many times before. Like something more. You tried so hard not to read into it, tried to reason with your thoughts, tried not to care, but it was hard not to when you couldn’t even get a moment alone with him.

Maybe it had always been this unbalanced. Maybe you were the only one holding onto this, imagining something that had never been real.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been standing there in the cold whether it had been seconds or minutes. The headache had dulled but not completely vanished yet, your thoughts still spinning too fast. You told yourself you just needed a moment. Just one.

The sound of footsteps closing in behind you made your heart stutter. You didn’t turn right away, not until you heard him call your name.

His voice was low, almost careful. You glanced over your shoulder to see Lewis standing a few steps behind you with concern written behind his eyes.

“You okay?”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. Just needed a breather.”

He studied you for a beat, unreadable as he took another step forward. “Isabella said you weren’t feeling well.”

This caught you slightly off guard. He had cared enough to ask, cared enough to notice, despite how swept up he’d been with all the chatter across the table.

“It’s nothing. Just a headache.” You gave a small shrug, keeping your sentences short as you were reminded of the discomfort you felt in the restaurant.

“I would’ve checked on you sooner if I’d known.” Lewis made his way to your side, his luxurious fragrance blowing gently towards you with the breeze.

You struggled to meet his eyes at that moment, forcing a half smile across your lips. Before you could think, the words slipped from your mouth. “It’s fine. You were busy… entertaining.”

It had come out sharper than you meant, almost harsh, but you didn’t take them back. You couldn’t now.

His eyebrows twitched, upwards then closer together as he took your words in. “Is that what you think?”

You dropped your gaze to the concrete beneath your feet, shifting uncomfortably as you searched your mind for a response. You weren’t prepared to have this conversation just yet.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. It’s none of my business.” Was all you could say.

You couldn’t stomach the thought of him saying the words. That he might be seeing her. That maybe what you had thought was growing between you was all a misunderstanding, a tiny sliver of hope that you had clung onto. It felt so…embarrassing.

“It matters to me,” he spoke quietly after a pause, tilting his head to capture your attention back.

Your breath caught in your throat, lifting your head to face him, but before you could respond, he looked away, his tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek as if deciding what not to say.

“She’s a friend,” he added, eventually, as if reading your mind. “I didn’t invite her to complicate things. It’s the first race with the new team. Thought it might be good to have a few familiar faces around.”

“It’s okay, Lewis.” The words rushed out of your mouth. “It’s not a big deal. You don’t need to explain anything. We’re not-” You broke off, biting down on the rest. “It’s fine. I should probably just head back to the hotel and rest.”

Lewis didn’t move at first, as if he was waiting for you to finish that sentence. But when the silence lingered, when you didn’t add anything more, he took a slow step closer. Not insistent, just careful. Like he understood that this wasn’t the moment to untangle everything.

The cool breeze in the air picked up, brushing across your skin and raising goosebumps. You folded your arms together, drawing yourself in for warmth in the silence. Without missing a beat, Lewis slid his jacket off and draped it over your shoulders, the movement easy, almost instinctive. It smelled like him. Clean and woody, wrapping you in his warmth.

“I’ll walk you back.” He adjusted the jacket around you to protect you from the cold.

Guilt swirled in your belly, no matter how much you wanted more alone time with him. “Thank you, but you should probably get back to your dinner. I’m sure they’re all waiting for you,” you murmured.

“You’re more important.” He shook his head, reaching gingerly to tuck loose strands of your hair back as the wind swept them into your face.

His words weren’t dramatic, weren’t meant to knock you off balance, yet they still landed there. Soft. Reassuring. And maybe that was worse, because it made you want to believe that you were truly more important to him than all of this.

You didn’t trust your voice, so you stayed silent, looking down at the pavement and letting the quiet settle again.

Lewis didn’t speak either. He moved to your side, his hand resting lightly at the small of your back. Not possessive, just steady, guiding you along as you began walking back to the hotel.

You let yourself fall into step beside him, slipping into the rhythm of the city around you. Streetlights blurred in puddles along the curb, and the buzz of conversation floated from nearby restaurants, laughter trailing behind couples strolling by. It wasn’t raining yet, but the air was thick with the promise of it, cool against your skin.

He’d dropped his hand from your back, but his fingers hung beside yours as you walked, just far enough that the occasional brush felt like an accident. Just close enough that neither of you corrected it.

Your hands touched once, then again. A soft, glancing touch. His rings brushing against your skin sent your pulse tripping. You thought about saying something, about starting a conversation, but the words never made it to your lips.

You glanced up at him once, just a quick look, careful not to linger for too long.

The light caught the sharp line of his jaw, the quiet focus in his expression, and you felt that small tug again, the one that made your heart fold in on itself. It was unfair how handsome he was when he wasn’t even trying. You wanted nothing more than for him to turn around and kiss you senseless in the middle of the street. You looked away before he noticed your thoughts getting the better of you, heat burning at your cheeks even in the cool air.

The silence between you remained, but it wasn’t awkward. It had edges, sure, things left unsaid and things you both might never say, but it also had a kind of safety to it. Like you were both clinging to the stillness because words might ruin whatever this peaceful walk was.

The hotel came into view sooner than you’d have liked, its warm-lit entryway spilling golden light onto the sidewalk. You slowed instinctively, not quite ready to step away from the quiet closeness of the walk, of him. Lewis stopped with you at the stairs leading into the door.

You turned to face each other, meaning to say goodnight, or thank you, but the words were trapped behind your lips. He didn’t speak either, just looked at you with thoughtful eyes.

“Thank you for walking me,” you managed to say, your voice quieter than you’d intended.

Lewis’ eyes searched yours, steady, gentle, with a softened expression. Instead of words, he opened his arms, inviting you in.

You stepped forward, melting into the warmth of his embrace as he wrapped around you, an arm around your back and a hand cradling the back of your neck, holding you close. Your hands clutched lightly at the back of his shirt, feeling his chest against your own as your heart began to steady itself. You’d hugged each other before, but you’d never been this close. He felt like home.

“I hope you feel better.” His hand rubbed your back comfortingly as he pulled back, releasing you from his arms.

“Thank you.” You gave a small nod in return to his sincere smile, which filled your stomach with flutters.

He gave you one last look before stepping back, and you stood there for a moment, as you tried to make sense of everything unspoken that had just happened. You stepped into the hotel lobby and turned back to give Lewis one last glance. He was still standing just outside, waiting for you to head in safely.

“Goodnight,” you called out from the doorway, only loud enough so that he could hear you.

“Sleep well.” He raised a hand to give you a small wave, the curve across his lips growing into a gentle grin.

You offered a smile in return, before stepping inside.

The warmth of the hallway engulfed you, but you kept his jacket on, fingers curled into the sleeves as you made your way to the elevator. It felt as though you were still wrapped in his arms, the way his scent lingered on the jacket with a whisper of something metallic underneath, like the track still clung to him somehow. You didn’t take it off even after you reached your room.

Lewis always made sure to take care of you, booking only the finest rooms despite your insistence to pay for your own. The suite was still warm and had been cleaned since the mild mess you’d made rushing to get ready to head to qualifying.

You sat at the edge of your bed for a moment, collecting your thoughts, then finally lay back, pulling the jacket tighter around yourself. You couldn’t help but replay it all in your head. The dinner, the walk, the way your hands had brushed and neither of you pulled away, the silence that wasn’t empty. You closed your eyes and let it all wash over you.

Sleep found you without trying for a short moment.

When you blinked awake again, the room was dim, bathed in the soft golden light from the bedside lamp you’d never turned off. Disoriented for a beat, you reached for your phone.

Two new messages popped up in your notifications. One from Isabella checking on you and offering to bring you some pain relief, the other, from Lewis.

How are you feeling?

I hope you feel better in the morning, I’d love to see you at the race. It wouldn’t be the same without you.

Your heart twisted in that annoyingly familiar way. It was just a text. A simple, sweet text message, but now, you couldn’t stop wondering if he’d sent something similar to the others tonight, or just to you.

Did he tell Raye he hoped to see her tomorrow too?

You hated how much it mattered to you. How easily one line, one gesture from him could unravel you, and make you second-guess every look, every silence. He’d walked you home, given you his jacket, and that hug. Maybe he was just being gentlemanly, as always, but then there’d also been Raye and that lingering feeling that maybe you’d misread it all.

He said she was a friend, maybe that’s all you were too, but he’d also said the same about the others. The other stunning singers, models, and actresses you’d heard about, which you were sure had shared his bed at least once.

Your mind circled it like it always did, trying to decode meaning in the spaces between his words and his actions. The one thing you were sure of, is that you wanted there to be more. Whether he felt that way or not, was almost impossible to figure out when you barely got to spend time together, alone.

Your thumb hovered over the screen, tracing around his contact photo as you considered your reply.

Maybe tomorrow would give you some answers, or maybe it would just tangle things even more.

Either way, you already knew you'd go.

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morose-melodies · 11 months ago

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Welcome back! So happy to see that you are doing well ☺️

Since requests are open, I was wondering if you could write some headcanons/drabbles about how the Genshin men (including Pierro, Capitano, and Dottore my fave) would react if their darling, who was pregnant with their child, tried to run away? Saying "I refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

what it takes to love | various yandere! fatui harbingers x pregnant reader

content warning: mentions of blood, idk if childe's being sorta trad or not but I'll still put it here. I'm also a bit rusty so they might be ooc...

a/n: definitely not a drabble... I hope you enjoy!

CAPITANO

with the newfound knowledge that you were gone, the captain was on the way home.

there was not a lick of hesitation, no, he dropped everything. your leaving meant you were alone on a cold night while pregnant. who knew what trouble you could be in?

the captain knew you couldn't travel far-- it was too dark, too cold. all that surrounded the manor was woods and woods. he made sure to wear his thickest coat and brought with him his weapon in case you were in true danger. he saw your footprints in the snow, it looked as if you were stumbling about in the cold.

Oh, poor you.

this isn't how things should be-- you, running about at night without him there to protect you. you should be in the safety of his arms, in the walls of his manor.

he wouldn't try to further frighten you, that must be why you ran, no? he would place his coat over you and take you home with him.

following those footprints, it seemed you tumbled and fell a couple of times. you couldn't possibly be in a good state. (y/n)... where could you be ?

"(y/n)," the captain called out. he saw you, your cowering form, pressed against a tree, using one of his coats you'd taken with you to warm yourself, "oh, (y/n)."removing his coat, he set it over your shoulders and lifted you into his arms, expecting you to comply.

"no! st-stop. let me go, i... I'm fine!" you'd argue, though, it seemed you were in no state to.

"(y/n), no," the captain shook his head, trying to keep a gentle hold on you even as you squirmed and argued, "you're tired- you don't understand what you're saying. I'll be taking you home."

"i know what I'm saying," you shook your head, pressing your hand against his mask, attempting to push him away, "i don't want to be with you or near you! l-let go of me!"

the cold must be getting to you, capitano reasoned, who knows how long you've been out here? you're clearly not in your right mind. pressing a hand against your cheek, he felt your skin, he felt how cold it was. you needed to be home and in bed. "hush, you're delirious. (y/n), stop fighting me, i need to bring you home. you're harming yourself *and* our child."

"let go of me! stop- i refuse to raise my child with a monster like you!"

his hold on you loosened-- he was stunned, caught off guard. a monster? his hand gripped at the fabric of the coat over your shoulders, "is that truly what you think of me?"

you hated him? that was why you ran? "(y/n)," the captain repeated, his grip on the coat lessened, "answer me. is that what you think of me?"

do you understand how that makes him feel?

it's not as if you always thought this of him, this was a recent development. after getting pregnant, he was... more protective. he took extreme measures to keep you home, to "keep you safe."

it drove you mad.

so, when you woke up one morning to see that all of the house staff, including your maid that you truly loved, had been replaced-- you knew you had to leave.

"yes, yeah..." you nodded, a stray tear running down your cheek, "so, let me down- let me go," you demanded once more, squirming, trying to get away from him once more.

capitano raised his hand and wiped away that stray tear, "(y/n), do not say that-- not to me, not to my face," his hand dropped back to his side. he needed you home with him, now.

and that need was stronger than any other feeling he had at this very moment.

holding you against his chest, trying to keep you as warm as possible as he worked on getting you home.

he needed you back home; whatever happened afterward could happen, as long as you were home with him.

DOTTORE

how things seemed, you enjoy causing dottore problems.

if you weren't knocking his vials over, you were barging in on his experiments, and if not that, you'd rejected him when he expressed even the slightest bit of affection.

it was always something with you.

and now, on his day off-- on the one day when he had nothing to do and nothing planned, you ran away, or at least you tried to.

dottore refused to let his good day be ruined by something so trivial, so he took precautions.

knowing you, you would do something so he prepared for just about anything you could do.

just about anything... well, he didn't expect you, a pregnant woman, to attempt to jump out of your window to get away from him.

he heard the tell-tale shatter of glass and just knew it was you-- it was always you. he begrudgingly got up from where he was resting and went to your room, where you were halfway out of your window, bloodied from the broken glass digging into your skin.

dottore sighed, "goodness, (y/n)," dottore was approaching you and you could hear him coming closer, so, you tried to lunge yourself out of the window, to get away from him-- to protect your future.

pressing your hands against the sides of the window, you pushed yourself forward, slipping out of the window, but, of course, dottore caught you by the ankle just as you were falling.

you wasted not even a second before you began screaming and swearing at him, trying to squirm out of his grip, "let me go! let go-" you kicked at him as he dragged you back into the room.

once you were in, lying on the glass-covered floor, somewhat numb to the pain, dottore stood somewhere near your side, his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at you. he was disappointed, but why?

"don't... lie in the glass. (y/n)..." he sighed once more, and reached out, grabbing your arm and helping you stand.

it was then that he assessed your injuries, asking that you stand still as he looked at your bloodied arms and torso area-- it was painfully cut from the glass.

*you must be in pain, no?* dottore mused, straightening his back as he looked at the thin layer of blood coated on his fingertip, "I'll forget about this-- I'll even forgive you for... attempting this," dottore assured you, holding your arm as he began to guide you out of your room, "I'll forgive you, i just ask that you never attempt such a thing again."

but... you refused, tugging your arm back and out of his hold, "Don't touch me-- i don't *need* your forgiveness!"

you'd never hated him quite as much as you did after finding out that dottore had no problem with experimenting on children that the knave gave him.

it made you sick. you couldn't allow your child to grow up with a man like him, "i *refuse* to raise my child with a monster like you."

dottore's eyebrow twitched, though you couldn't see it. he thought he knew what to expect from you, but, you always surprise him, "a monster? can you genuinely call me such a thing after all I've done for you?"

when you nodded, dottore stifled his third sigh and brought you along with him, despite all of your arguing and fighting. "(y/n), you're hurt. let me clean those wounds of yours. since you cannot accept my forgiveness and let this go, we'll have a talk tomorrow."

dottore cared for you, of course, he did.

he realized just how much he cared for you-- just how much he needed you when he felt his heart drop at the sight of you trying to leave.

he understood just then how much he'd hate it if you left him.

a/n: lowkey ooc...

PIERRO

escape was impossible.

with guards at your door, and all around pierro's manor, you couldn't escape.

but, when pierro found out that you had still tried to leave him-- attempting to walk right out the front door, dressed as if you had places to be, he was displeased.

he was immediately informed of this.

so, as you tried to open the gate that was locked, pierro approached you, "(y/n), where exactly are you going?" he asked, stopping to stand right behind you, "it's cold, and you aren't dressed for the weathers condition... ah, aren't you supposed to inform me of where it is you want to go before going?"

pierro knew exactly what you were doing but for you, he could play dumb. it was better than making you feel cornered and possibly upsetting you further.

he could change, he wasn't above it. after all, there weren't many things he wouldn't do for you.

he held his hand out for you, hoping you'd take it, hoping you wouldn't give him trouble-- not now, not when he was in such a generous mood.

you didn't take his hand, no, you weren't even looking at him as you said, "I'd like to go... I want to stay with my family."

your family? pierro felt his eyes twitch-- he wouldn't allow himself to be seen as the jealous type, no, pierro instead nodded his head slowly, "why don't we go back in? it's terribly cold tonight, is it not?" he'd tried to change the subject, try to ease you back into the house without an argument.

"no, uh... I've got a ride. i just need the gate to open."

pierro saw and understood what you were feeling perfectly-- desperation. "we can talk about this tomorrow, no? it's late, (y/n), im not particularly in the mood to be standing out in the cold while you talk about leaving me."

"pierro- im leaving... I'll send you letters and I-I'll even come to visit," you offered, taking a step towards the gate, looking at the lock, that stopped you from leaving.

"no, no, (y/n), you aren't leaving, at any point. how ever you feel, I'm sure you'd feel better if you spoke to me about how you feel-"

"i want to leave because i dont want to raise my child with you."

first, you cut him off, and now you say this? "you're being very rude-- now, we're going back inside. do not argue with me," pierro took your hand into his and began to guide you back toward the manor.

"no! let go, stop it!" you would drag your feet, crying and arguing, "I don't want to be here! not with you! st-stop it! let me go!"

it saddened him, truly, to hear you cry and beg so desperately, but those words rolled off of him. he didn't care at the moment; he just needed to get you back into the manor, and whatever happened after didn't matter.

he'd have a talk with the guards too.

"You're so evil! let me go-! let me be!" you'd argued, dragging your feet, attempting to make things harder for him, "i refuse to have a child with a monster like you!!"

you couldn't imagine raising a child in this environment, in the fatui...

pierro stilled, glancing back at you, his grip on your hand tightened-- then immediately loosened, "you're testing my patience, (y/n). please, just come inside with me. we can talk about this inside."

because there were fewer places to run inside.

(y/n), you truly are a work of art, pierro mused, as he dragged you along, well, he attempted to be gentle but you were making it hard for him.

but since it was you, he'd do anything, even tolerate your rude behavior, since you were his woman and his alone.

CHILDE

when childe found you, whenever that was, there was no telling what could happen or what he'd do. he loved you, that much was obvious but he was an impulsive guy.

maybe he'd take off his coat and put it over you-- you'd like that, wouldn't you? or maybe, just maybe, he'd hug you out in the blistering cold until he felt good enough to release you... which would be near to never.

or maybe he'd react in anger. again, he loved you, it was inconsiderate, rude even, to leave him while you were pregnant with his child. didn't you promise to start a family with you? (he misheard you. you said you didn't want to start a family with him.)

he wouldn't let his anger get the best of him, no. he was better than that-- he was raised better than that. yeah, he was raised better than that.

childe raised his hand and wiped at the tip of his nose, he was cold. he couldn't image how you'd be feeling right now.

that was all more the reason to find you as soon as possible!

he took this journey alone. he thought it would be somewhat intimate if he found you on his own, it would be manly too-- you'd think he's the type of man you want to raise children with... that's what he thought anyway.

you got a bit of a head start on him, he had just gotten back to snezhnaya when he was informed that you had run off a few hours before he'd gotten back.

oh, he was worried. real worried.

he forgot everything he was planning to do-- eat, change into something warmer, brush his hair, those sorts of things, he forgot all about. you were more important!

before running off, you were staying with his family. it was probably easy for you to leave, just say you're going for a walk and never come back, since his family didn't exactly know all about your relationship with him and how he sorta smuggled you into snezhnaya.

he got home and followed after your footprints for a good while. the sun was setting, and it was only getting colder; at this point, you were probably regretting leaving him and wished to be at home in his arms-- that was just an assumption, of course.

when he finally saw you, in a thin dress and coat, stumbling up a snowy hill, he smiled. (y/n)! its (y/n)!

oh, he felt so relieved to see you!

running past all the bushes and trees in his way, he ran straight into you, hugging you tightly from behind, his hands on your pregnant belly.

"are you hurt anywhere?" that was the first question he asked as he turned you to face him, patting his hands over your arms, checking for any signs of blood on your or your clothes.

he leaned in once again, hugging you after being sure you weren't injured, and his second question, asked in a muffled voice by your ear, was, "What'd ya go running off for?"

"because I don't want to have a child with you."

huh, it seemed childe couldn't hear all of a sudden, as he released you from the hug and slipped his coat off, tossing it over your shoulders, "bet you're cold, huh? now, what'd you say?"

"i do not want to have a child with you."

again, it went through one ear and out the other for childe. he wasn't hearing things right, he couldn't be, could he? "huh? what was that?" his eyebrows raised, and he leaned closer, gesturing for you to repeat yourself once more.

now annoyed, you leaned closer, saying, "I'm leaving you because i dont want to have a child with someone like you."

he straightened his posture, backing away with a less-than-happy expression-- he looked defeated. so, he was hearing things right, huh...

"we gotta see it through... y'know that, right?" still holding your hand, his grip loosened. childe had never felt quite so... sad? angry? betrayed? before.

"no, we don't. I want to go back home, I'll see it through with my famil-"

"we are family," quickly cutting you off, he corrected you, his fingers tensed around your hand, "I'm your family-- everyone back at home is your family. we're your family so why are you trying to leave us?"

he bit at his bottom lip as a means of stopping it from quivering but you could see the tears in his eyes.

"are you kidding me? you forced me to be here with you! you think i came here willingly or someth-"

"you promised me we'd make a family together! you said it yourself, so, why're you acting like you hate me?" his hold on your hand tightened, and he leaned closer to you.

he was desperate-- he didn't want to hear this! not from you, not from anyone he loved, but especially not from you because he didn't just love you; he loved you.

attempting to tug your hand away from him, you shook your head, "I never said that, ever. let go of me- i wouldn't... i refuse to raise my child with someone like you!"

everything he thought knew and believed came crumbling down around him, " oh, well... i don't care," he replied-- he had abandoned his feelings for you, for now at least, he just needed to get you home without harming you, "I love you and... I guess, sometimes that's all that matters."

you could figure it out later-- you could learn to love him later but he loved you now and couldn't let you go so easily.

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Totally understand if not willing but a request for a Raf or a Sylus drabble/fic

I'm on my period this week and miserable as hell so I've been thinking about my faves

Request:

You're on your period, miserable and both the boys want to help relieve your cramps and pain. Oral and the whole package, maybe a little blood kink? I can totally see either of them kicking their messy fingers fr fr

Thanks in advance if so! If not I totally understand 🤝 it's a niche request probably lol

(also really loved your recent Caleb fic)

I hope it's what you wanted! It's my first time writing something like this, if you do let me know so I can write something for Raf. ☺️

Tw: Smut/Period sex/blood kink?

If someone is not into this kind of fics please just skip it. Don't leave hate messages or comments. Thank you ☺️

🐦‍⬛RED🩸

The first sign was the dull ache that crept into your lower belly, a familiar throb that always seemed to arrive unannounced, like an unwelcome guest crashing your monthly party. You groaned, rolling over in Sylus' expansive bed and clutching your stomach.

Trying not to disturb Sylus as he sleeps, you get out of bed. The chill of the marble floor sent a shiver down your spine, and you wrapped your arms around yourself for warmth. It was only then that you noticed the red stain on his sheets.

Blushing profusely, you hurry to the bathroom. You didn't want Sylus to see the mess, didn't want him to know about your issue. It was silly, really, considering all the blood you'd seen as a hunter, but somehow this felt different. More intimate. More... personal.

You quickly shut the bathroom door behind you, leaning against it with a sigh of relief. The cool wood felt good against your skin as you tried to calm your racing thoughts. You didn't want Sylus to think you were some kind of mess, or that this natural process was anything to be ashamed of. But old habits die hard, and the instinct to keep this private stayed with you.

So you let out a frustrated groan, swiping angrily at the tears that had begun to fall. You hated feeling this way, hated the helplessness and discomfort that came with this monthly curse. It was times like these that made you question why you were even born a woman at all. You wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over your head, and block out the world until this nightmare was over.

There was only one thing that could help right now. A shower. So you stepped into Sylus' spacious shower stall and turned the knob, the sound of rushing water filled the room as you adjusted the temperature.

As the steam began to rise, you stepped under the warm spray, letting it wash over your body. You couldn't help but feel a pang of longing for the familiarity and comfort of your own bathroom, your own space. This was Sylus' domain, his sanctuary, and while it was beautiful and luxurious, it somehow felt tainted by your current state. You wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by your own things, in a place where you could wallow in self pity without fear of judgment.

As you stood there, the warm water streaming over your skin, you couldn't shake the feeling of shame and disgust that had taken root inside you. No matter how much you scrubbed, no matter how hard you tried to wash away the blood, you knew that the stains on Sylus' sheets would still be there.

"Are you ok kitten?"

You froze, your heart pounding in your chest as his deep, smooth voice cut through the sound of the rushing water. For a moment, you considered pretending you didn't hear him, hoping he would go away and leave you to your misery in peace. But the concern in his tone was unmistakable, and you knew you couldn't ignore him entirely.

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just... I needed a shower." You stumbled over the words, feeling like a child caught doing something wrong. The shame and embarrassment burned hot on your cheeks.

"What’s wrong, sweetie? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine! Just go back to bed, Sy. Please.”

You gasped, instinctively trying to cover yourself with your hands as the shower door swung open. Sylus stood there. He was still in just his silk pajama pants, his chest on full display, droplets of water from your shower starting to cling to his skin.

"Kitten, you're pale as a ghost," his voice rumbled "And there's blood on the...oh"

He could see the embarrassment in your eyes, the way your body trembled under the shower's warmth. But he also saw the blood, the crimson streaks running down your thighs and pooling at your feet.

"This is none of your business Sy. Just go back to bed already"

"When you're bleeding, it's my business. When you're hurting, it's my business. When you're hiding in my shower hurting and bleeding it's my business"

"What the hell are you doing?! You can't just... I don't want you to see me like this!" you sputtered as Sylus stripped off his pajama pants, leaving him just as bare as you were. Your face flushed an even deeper shade of red at the sight of his naked body.

You slammed your hand against his chest, halting his advance into the shower. Your eyes flashed with a mix of embarrassment, frustration, and desperate pleading as you tried to maintain some semblance of modesty.

"Y-you can't come in here, Sylus! It's... it's not clean. I'm not clean!" you stammered, your cheeks burning with humiliation. You gestured vaguely to the pink tinged water swirling around the drain.

Sylus chuckled lowly as he easily removed your hand from his chest, bringing it to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke.

"I assure you, I've seen more than my fair share of blood in my lifetime. A little bit of it staining the shower floor doesn't bother me in the slightest."

He took a step closer, the spray of the shower misting over his bare skin, droplets glistening on his chest and abs. He looked utterly unbothered by your protests, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, so you might as well stop fighting me on this. Let me take care of you, like I'm supposed to."

"But..."

"Don't get the wrong idea I'm not trying to be a creep or anything, but I really think you're beautiful right now. The blood just makes you look more... alive. Fierce. Fucking gorgeous."

Your blush deepened, spreading from your cheeks down your neck and across your chest. Sylus' bold words left you speechless, your mind reeling at the idea that he could find you beautiful like this. You opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off.

"I know you're not used to someone seeing you as I do. Someone who appreciates every part of you, even the parts society deems... unsightly."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your jawline, your cheek, before finding your ear.

“I’ll prove it, you trust me, right?”

"Yes"

When he captured your lips with his own, you melted into the kiss, your body molding against his as if it was made to fit there. His hands roamed the curves he had grown so accustomed to.

Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he guided you backwards until your back hit the cool tile wall of the shower. You gasped softly into his mouth, but he swallowed the sound, using it to his advantage to explore you further. His hands trailed lower, gripping your hips and urging you to relax into his touch.

A new cramp hits and a pained groan escapes your lips, muffled by his mouth. You felt his body tense against yours, his hands tightening around your hips.

"I can help," he whispered against your lips, "I promise. I can make it hurt less."

"We don't have to do this Sy, it can get really messy"

Sylus chuckled against your lips. He nipped at your bottom lip, tugging it gently with his teeth.

"You are always messy for me down here, a little blood makes no difference. In fact... it only turns me on more"

He rocked his hips forward, grinding his erection against you as his hands slid down to grip your ass, kneading the soft flesh.

"Just relax and let me take care of you. Trust me, sweetheart. It will feel so much better than any pain you're feeling now."

His touch felt measured and careful as he pressed a finger inside your cunt. He could feel you clenching around him, your body's instinctive response to his intimate touch. The wetness coating his finger was a mixture of your arousal and blood, but he paid it no mind, because to him, it was all a part of you.

"Fuck, kitten, you're so wet"

He pumped his finger slowly, steadily, his palm pressing against your clit. His eyes flicked to yours, burning with intensity as he spoke again.

"Don't overthink it. If I don't mind being covered in your blood, why should you? Just focus on how good this feels. Let me make you feel good"

He added a second finger, curling them inside you as his other arm wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He licked, nipped, and kissed a trail along your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point before sucking hard.

"Is it good, kitten?" he murmured against your skin "Tell me how good it feels to have my fingers inside you"

"I...I don't know..."

He paused, his fingers still buried deep inside your core as he felt your nails dig into his shoulders. He looked down at you, his eyes taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your lips parted around a weak gasp.

"Don't know what, sweetie?" he murmured "If you're not sure if it feels good, then I must not be doing something right."

He repeated the motion, pressing harder, stroking deeper, as if trying to prove a point. Your body clenched around his fingers, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. A moment later, he withdrew his hand, holding it up for you to see, letting the pink tinged water drip down his forearm, off his elbow, and onto the shower floor. The sight was strange, intimate, and somehow arousing, even as a part of you wanted to look away.

Sylus smirked at your wide eyed expression, finding your shock and awe oddly endearing. He dropped his hands to your hips, gripping them tightly as he effortlessly lifted you up, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist. Your folds pressed against his rock hard lenght as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging your sensitive flesh.

Sylus groaned, a string of curses falling from his lips as inch after inch of his fat cock slid into your impossibly tight pussy. He had to go slow, fighting the urge to slam into you and take what he wanted.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight. Tighter than usual, but so goddamn wet. It's incredible."

Once he was fully inside you, he paused, his hips flush against yours. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, the black consuming the crimson until only a thin ring remained.

"You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock, I can feel every inch of your sweet cunt squeezing me. I don't know how long I'll last like this."

He gripped the undersides of your thighs tighter, holding your legs spread wide as he braced you against the tile wall. He took a moment to adjust his stance, ensuring he had the perfect leverage to take you with the force he craved. Then, with a growl that echoed off the shower walls, he pulled his hips back and slammed forward, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

"Fuck...Sy!"

He groaned in response to your cry, the sound rumbling through his chest as he leaned into you, pinning you securely to the wall. His blood soaked hand came up to cup your breast, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He massaged your breast in time with his thrusts, his palm leaving red, finger shaped stripes across your skin with each pump of his hips.

And he could tell by the way your back arched and your nails dug into his shoulders that you were losing yourself in the pleasure, your discomfort fading away.

Your legs instinctively wrapped tighter around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of his hard body against your soft curves.

The friction against your sensitive clit sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making your toes curl. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as if your life depends on it. The pain in your belly begins to melt away, replaced by a building heat that starts deep in your core and radiates outwards.

"I can feel you sweetie...you are so warm and tight...it feels good doesn't?"

"Yes," you manage to whimper out between panting breaths "It feels so good, please don't stop"

He didnt stop, he dipped his head down, his tongue flicking out to lap at the red streaks marking the soft skin of your breast. You watched in disbelief as he licked the blood from your flesh, his tongue tracing the path of his fingers. The sensation making your walls clench down hard around his cock.

"Ah, fuck!" He moans against your skin before he bites down, teeth sinking into the tender flesh, leaving indents that will surely bruise.

You feel your body seize up, muscles tensing and limbs trembling uncontrollably as one of the most intense orgasms of your life hits you. A scream tears from your throat as you come undone in his arms. Your head falls back against the cool tile, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure consumes every nerve ending.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he chases his own release. With a final hard thrust, he hilts himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his peak.

Warmth floods your core as Sylus' seed fills you, his cum soothing the lingering soreness in your belly. The sensation of his hips rocking gently against yours, working to prolong both your pleasure, calms your nerves and leaves you feeling sated. You melt into his embrace, your body going limp as the aftershocks of your shared climax roll through you.

When you glance down to where your bodies are still intimately connected, the sight that greets you leaves you breathless. Blood is smeared across his stomach, your thighs, and on his cock where it's still buried inside you. It looks like a scene from a violent crime scene, yet strangely arousing.

It's as if the exposure to your own blood, once a source of shame and disgust, is now a turn on.

He carefully set you down on your feet, bracing you against the wall until he was certain you wouldn't fall. As he stepped back, you couldn't help but glance down, taking in the sight of his cock, slick with both your mixed releases, swaying heavily between his thighs.

You shifted your weight slightly, surprised to find that the sharp, twisting pain in your lower belly had subsided to a dull, pleasant ache. It was a sensation that originated from the deep, intimate place where Sylus had just been, leaving you with no doubt about the true source of your newfound discomfort.

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