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- zayne x reader
he is your husband and you are his wife. but of course you know the bitter truthâyou will never be able to replace her.
genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive contentâminors do not interact!âangst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, drunken sex, mentions of injury, blood, hunter!reader (not l&ds mc -> l&ds mc is zayne's late ex-girlfriend here), spoilers! from zayneâs bond story nostalgic sweetness
note: wc. 8k ! i've been having these bits and pieces scenarios for zayne in mind and then i thought what if i combined it all into one angst joyride? :)) tagging per request: @kissxcore @rjreins @i2s2m @tom-pls-fuck-me @yueyoonie @sanriosatoru
07.15 p.m
Zayne would be getting off work soon. He had just finished an emergency surgery, and it had been exhausting. Now it was quite late.
âDr. Zayne! Great job today!â Greyson exclaimed, suddenly strolling into his consultation room with a grin. âWant to grab dinner with us?â
Honestly, he was starving too. âWhere?â
âOh, you know, that new place that just opened nearby! They have the tastiest tiramisu, or so Iâve heard. Câmon, weâre inviting the nurses too!â
He knew he needed to head home soon, but fatigue and hunger blurred his thoughts at the mention of dessert.
âAlright.â
. . .
08.25 p.m
Getting together with the hospital staff was always nice. They were rowdy, but it was definitely a great way to unwind after a hard day.
The tiramisu was as great as Greyson said. Speaking of his assistant, he and Yvonne were having a blast. Other doctors were getting drunk. Zayne could only shake his head, and it suddenly dawned on him that he had been here quite a while.
It was only when he turned on his phone and saw the time that he realized, with sinking heart thatâ
He was supposed to meet you at six.
If you were asked how you felt about your life now, youâd be hard-pressed to say you were completely content.
You were a stellar fighter in the Hunter Association, more than content with your job, and you had a good husband. To some, you had what they would call the perfect life.
The wife of the Dr. Zayne. True, it was a flattering title, yet unbeknownst to everyone, also a humbling one.
And the notion struck you once again when your husband of almost two years stood you up on your dinner date without so much as a notice.
âMiss... weâre about to close now...â The waitress approached your table for at least the third time, and you nodded sheepishly, finally finishing your meal.
You paid for it and left the restaurant. The chilly night air hit your skin, giving you goosebumps as you walked home. It wasnât the first time this had happened. Granted, Zayne had a packed schedule, and you figured he might've had an urgent matter to attend to that he forgot to let you know.
Still... it hurts. Knowing you were not a priority in your husbandâs eyes wasnât a fun feeling.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket the moment you arrived at your shared home. Your husbandâs name flashed on your screen. The time now was 08.40 p.m.
âHello, Zayne?â
âY/N?â Your husbandâs voice sounded frantic. âAre you still at the restaurant? Iâm goingââ
âAh, no need to. Iâm going home.â
âIâll pick you up then. Stay thereââ
âIâve already arrived.â
An awkward silence settled between you, and you could clearly hear the noise on the other end. Greysonâs laughter was unmistakable.
You forced a laugh, still trying to sound cheerful for him even when realizing that he had completely forgotten about you. âItâs totally fine, Zayne! Are you heading back?â
âYeah...â
âTake care then. See you at home.â
You ended the call with a sigh, trying to shake off the sting in your heart. As you made your way upstairs to your bedroom, you passed by a large portrait on the wall, and a bittersweet sensation washed over you.
Your wedding photo. Both of you were smiling on what was the most wonderful day of your life. Zayneâs smile was reserved, but yours was radiant.
It is the most wonderful thing that has happened to you... but is it the same for him?
At that time, despite everything, you were convinced a lifetime of happiness awaited you, yet now... it got harder to fool yourself into believing it.
Your marriage has always been lukewarm.
Zayne wasnât an overly excited person, and you were his oppositeâbut try as you might, some things between you just didnât work out. As a result, both of you tended to keep certain things to yourselves.
Most days, this didn't bother him. He valued his privacy, so the way things were suited him just fine. However, several days later, when Greyson approached him with a worried expression and a news, even Zayne had to draw the line.
âDr. Zayne? Uh, how do I say this? I think I saw your wife being wheeled in earlier with the injured from the hunt zones raidâŠâ
. . .
âYour husband is a doctor here. Why arenât you calling him?â
Xavier, your fellow Deepspace Hunter who was partnered with you in this mission, questioned you with a hint of annoyance as he observed your pathetic state on the stretcher and crossed his arms. âWhy do you have to bleed out in ER when you can get him?â
You winced, pressing the bloodied cloth against your stinging abdomen as you felt yourself growing faint. âHeâs... a surgeon,â you panted. âHeâs busy.â
Above all, you didnât want Zayne to see you like this. You could already imagine his angry face, and that mental image alone made you recoil.
âWhat sort of husband is busy when his wife is injured?â Xavier raised an eyebrow. âDid you at least notify him?â
You shut your eyes, feeling a migraine coming.
âI will then.â
âNo.â
âY/N, youââ
âShut up, Xavierââ
The curtain was suddenly pulled back, and you braced yourself for whoever had come to check on you next. To your surprise, the cloth in your hand was snatched away, and you felt your uniform being torn open with urgency.
When you opened your eyes, you barely made out your husbandâs figure through your hazy vision. ââŠZayne?â
His expression was stern, unforgiving even, as he started to disinfect your wound. Despite the tension, you couldn't deny the relief that washed over you. You knew you were in good hands, even if you had to face his fury later on.
Your consciousness slipped away not long after that.
. . .
The next time you woke up, you found yourself in a private room, with a nagging itch where you had been injured.
You groaned, your limbs stiff and heavy, and the room slowly came into focusâalong with your husband's face.
"Zayne?" Your voice came out barely above a whisper. He stood pristine in his white coat and glasses, assessing you with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Your wound is, thankfully, shallow," he said flatly, his tone lacking any real concern. "You'll be discharged tonight. I'll take you home as soon as my shift is over."
"Ah..." You blinked several times to clear your head. "Good then. Sorry for showing up out of nowhere. Xavier and I were on a rescue mission, and I accidentallyâ"
He walked away before you could finish, the abruptness snapping you fully awake. He was furious, that much was clear.
"Ha ha..." You forced a laugh, fiddling with your fingers, trying to ease the awkward tension between you. "It doesn't hurt much, actually. You're rightâI'm fine..."
Zayne shot you a sharp glance. "You passed out due to blood loss."
"This isn't the first time it has happened and nor will it beâ"
"And it didn't even occur to you to inform me at all. I found out that my own wife was wounded because Greyson passed by the ER and saw you."
His words left you silent, caught red-handed, but your annoyance was reaching its limit. You had imagined how nice it would be if he panicked about you, showering you with care when he found out. But instead, Zayne chose to rebuke you the moment you woke up.
âIâm not a child,â you reasoned, keeping yourself calm. âIâm a hunter. This is nothing new, and you should understand that.â
âThe least you couldâve done is to tell meââ
âDo you know why I didnât? Itâs because I know how youâll react!â
ââand it would do you better to prioritize your safety and not rush headfirst into danger.â
âBelieve me, I do butâ!â
Suddenly, Zayne spun around to face you, his eyes blazing with fury as he raised his voice. âIâve told you so many times already, you have to stay back, or youâll end upâ!â
He stopped abruptly, leaving his sentence hanging in the air, but right at that moment, you knew all too well who he meant, and what the implication was.
His, without a doubt, greatest love. His childhood friend, a hunter like yourself, someone he had vowed to save but succumbed to her illness before he could do so, died on arrival.
The irony was sharp. You had become everything she once was. You knew her well, too. When she passed, the entire Hunter Association mourned her loss. And more than that, on the night she died, you had been with him.
Looking back, you should have seen it coming. Still, it hit you like a splash of cold water. Your husband was still preoccupied with thoughts of his ex-girlfriend, and worse yet, he saw pieces of her in you.
And you suspected he had for a whileâperhaps even, from the very beginning.
For a second there, not for the first time, you felt your heart shatter.
âI donât have Protocore syndrome,â you stated, steeling yourself against the heartbreak. âMy heart won't suddenly fail because I get injured. Iâm not that weak.â
You turned away as Zayne refused to respond, missing his look of disdain as he stormed out of the room.
That was when your first tear fell.
Right from the start, you knew you had to brace yourself for this. You knew that eventually, this tragedy would overshadow your marriage. Because while Zayne might be your husband by law, deep down, his heart still belonged to someone else.
To her.
You two are too much alike.
It wasnât the first time he had noticed it. And it wouldnât be the last.
On bad mornings, when his eyes were bleary and he hadn't had a good sleep, he would see her instead of you in your shared bed. And with that mistaken sight came a fleeting sense of relief... until his vision cleared and he remembered she was truly gone and it was you.
Zayne knew how wrong this was on so many levels. It was terribly unfair to you.
Still, his concern for you was genuine. Seeing you lying still on the stretcher brought back that very same nightmare, and really, he truly never wanted you to be hurt.
After his outburst and your clipped response, the two of you barely exchanged any words for the rest of the week. To make matters worse, he was sent on a business trip the following week, and all in all, you went two weeks hardly speaking to each other.
And before he knew it, her death anniversary was only a couple of days away.
. . .
"How much is this?"
"Ah, the bow is 50,000 Gold, sir!"
Inside the airport's souvenir shop, Zayne examined the intricate light blue and white bow clip. Made of tweed and adorned with small pearls, it looked nice.
He thought it'd suit you well.
"I'll get this then."
"Right away!"
As the clerk went to wrap the trinket, Zayne reflected on these past two weeks. A nagging feeling twisted in his gut as he thought about how curt he had been with you in text messages and how often you had left him on read.
Husband and wife shouldn't be this way. He wanted the unbearable air between you to end. Determined to resolve things, he planned to talk to you when he returned. He was on his way to the airport taxi whenâ
"Zayne!" He stopped in his tracks, recognizing the familiar voice, and turned around.
There you were, waiting by his car with a smile.
It was never in you to stay angry for long. It was a blessing and a curse, really, because while you no longer wished to give your husband silent treatment, a part of you still felt conflicted.
"How was your trip?" you asked as you started the engine, pushing the events of the past two weeks to the back of your mind.
Zayne didn't immediately answer, and you felt his gaze on you as you drove the car. "It was okay."
You hummed in acknowledgement, and he followed up with, "How is your wound? Do you dress it daily?"
"Mm-hm. It's getting better."
"I'll have a look at it later."
"Sure."
Silence. Usually you would ramble to distract him, but now, even you werenât sure if you should.
Then, he said, "You really didnât have to pick me up. I could have made my way home on my own."
To that, you pasted on a smile. âYou always pick me up whenever I have to go on business trips. Itâs only fair I do the same for you, husband.â
Ah. Was it the wrong move? The word had slipped out so easily that you didnât realize it until after you said it.
But to your surprise, Zayne let out a chuckle and played along. "Well, thank you then, wife. It certainly felt quite off without a certain someone the past week."
So, he actually likes having you around...? The thought made you almost giddy. Despite his usual taciturn and sarcastic demeanor, you knew he was genuine in his own way.
"Bet you missed me," you teased, grinning.
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you sure it's not the other way around?"
"Nope. But I did miss getting new snowmen."
"...why do you like them so much? I've made plenty for you already."
"No particular reason. Snowman just kinda reminds me of you somehow."
The tension between you had melted away, and you felt a sense of relief. Beside you, even Zayne couldnât hide his smile. For the rest of the drive home, you chatted like you used to.
When you arrived back at your shared home, he suddenly stopped and presented you with a little box. "I got you something."
"Huh?" you paused, bewildered, as he took your hand and placed the box in it.
"Open it."
With curiosity, you lifted the lid, and were surprised at the sight of a pretty bow clip inside. "Whoa, how cute..."
Zayne eyed you expectantly. "Do you like it?"
Your eyes lit up with delight, and a smile spread across your lips.
"Yes!" you beamed at him with zero hesitation, and in that moment, something struck a chord within him. Zayne had always thought you were easy on the eyesâ
âbut when you smiled like that, you were truly charming.
"It's healing nicely."
You felt somewhat self-conscious as your husband examined your bare abdomen, where your injury was, as you lied on your bed. His hands, cool and practiced, tenderly removed your stitches.
It wasn't as if Zayne had never touched you. You two had been married for almost two years, and of course you had been intimate several times, but it wasn't as if you were a passionate couple to begin withâso you often found yourself flustered.
"Mm." Despite yourself, you squirmed. Noticing this, he looked up at you, his unfazed eyes meeting yours with a frown.
"Does it still hurt?"
"No, not really... It just feels as if you're tickling me."
He was positively unamused. "I'm not trying to tickle you."
"I know!"
Zayne wrapped your midsection securely with the bandage. When he was done, he let out a sigh and you felt like you had to show him your gratitude somehow.
âThank you, ZayneâŠâ you mumbled, avoiding eye contact. But in the next second, your heart skipped a beat as his hand rested gently on your head.
"You can thank me by being more careful next time." Your husband looked at you with the smallest of smile. "Your safety comes first, always remember that."
Without either of you realizing it, you both had tried to bury that argument from two weeks ago, yet it was still gnawing at you all the same. The thought that he too was bothered with it made you warm.
"Noted," you cheekily grinned. "If I'm not safe and sound, a certain iceman will get angry at me."
Zayne shot you an unimpressed look. âIf you come to me injured again, Iâll start charging you fees.â
You let out a dramatic gasp. "How stingy! I'm your wife, not just some stranger!"
"A very uncooperative wife, you are."
You huffed, and he chuckled. You really thought all was well between you two now, until Zayne suddenly stood up and grabbed the car keys. âWell then, rest. I have to go.â
âWhere are you going?â
âIâm going to stop by the floristââ
And it hit you. In two days. The day everything ended three years ago.
Zayne seemed to realize it too, but you quickly masked your falling smile with a faux one. "O-oh, right..."
No matter how, it's still going to be an important day to him. You had nothing against it, really. Your husband's late girlfriend had once been your colleague too, and you mourned her just like everyone else did.
Still, even with that understanding, in your heart of hearts, it remains just as bitter.
You didn't want to, but you needed to find closure. You hoped that by doing this, it would finally put an end to all your insecurities.
"Let's go together, Zayne. I want to pay her a visit too."
Two days later, you and Zayne, a bouquet of flowers in hand, stood before the grave bearing many colorful flowers and postcards.
You supposed you knew already, but seeing it firsthand, you realized just how deeply she was loved still. The outpouring of respect from the Hunter Association was evident in the tribute left behind.
"It's been a while," Zayne, dressed in his most formal black suit, said solemnly, his gaze fixed on the name etched into the pristine stone.
You watched as he knelt to place his flowers and then brought his hands together in prayer. You followed his lead, placing your own bouquet beside his.
What should you even say to her? Your mind raced with countless thoughts, but none felt right to voice before the woman who had so deeply captured your husband's heart.
In the end, when you sensed that Zayne had finished with his prayer, you decided to remain silent and rose with him.
. . .
âDoes it get easier?â you asked out of curiosity afterwards. âThree years has passed already.â
Although Zayne wasnât one for drinking, even the need won today. He didnât meet your eyes as he sipped his wine, humming thoughtfully. âSomewhat. As they say, time heals.â
You two stopped by a fine restaurant after visiting the grave. The cemetery had been a two-hour drive from Linkon City, and now it was already evening.
âShe loved jasmines,â you remarked, recalling the pot of them you once saw on her desk and the flowers overflowing at the grave earlier.
âShe did.â The alcohol seemed to loosen his tongue as he continued, âShe loved old popsicles and macarons too.â
âAnd you like them as well.â
âTo be honest, I started liking them back when we were kidsâŠâ Zayne had this pained, faraway look in his eyes as he had another sip. âShe cried over her melted popsicle and it got me to wonder if it was really that tasty...â
The idea that you had to compete with a dead woman for your husbandâs affection left a bitter taste in your mouth. You felt like you had failed thoroughly as a woman.
Despite hating yourself for asking, you needed to know. âDo I help you⊠in any way at all?â
Zayne was clearly taken aback by the question. His sharp, gray eyes locked onto you, mind whirred as he tried to grasp your meaning.
âY/N, you...â
It was foolish, you knew. But you waited with bated breath for his response, even when one wrong word could shatter your heart beyond repair. You were ready for any sort of unfavorable answer, but thenâ
âI... am glad it is you.â
His words made you look up, and you found yourself caught in his gaze. Zayneâs ashen eyes were steady, piercing into you.
âYou were there on the hardest days. And ever since, youâve always stayed by my side.â He held your gaze firmly, voice was thick with emotion you couldnât quite name. âIâm grateful for that.â
And then, with a sincerity that pierced through every uncertainty, he added, âWhat I want to say is... Iâm glad I married you, Y/N.â
You have loved him for so long. Since the days when you know he isnât yours to love, until now.
Your heart swelled with so much warmth that tears brimmed in your eyes. His acknowledgment of your presence filled you with a profound sense of belonging you never knew you needed before.
Was it the alcohol?
You suspected it might be, because in nearly two years of marriage, Zayne had never lost his control like this. As soon as the bedroom door was shut, he pushed you against the wall and devoured your lips hungrily.
âMmph!â His hands gripped your arms while his lips and tongue pried yours open. The kiss was searing, almost forceful, with the faint bitterness of wine still lingering.
âZayâŠneâŠâ you gasped between his kissesâteary, breathless, your voice trembling.
But your breathy grunts only seemed to spur him on. His dark eyes, clouded with lust, fixed on you as his hands slipped beneath your blouse, deftly unclasping your bra with a flick.
He is hot. Your husband was everything a woman desired in a man. Cool, handsome, blessed with hands that could do wondersâ
In no time, he had you naked and wet before him, and with alarming speed, he too discarded his own suit and pants, throwing them away in flurry. And you could hardly believe what you were seeing next.
He spitted on his hand, ran it along his memberâstroking himself with a practiced ease, never breaking eye contact with you. The next thing you knew, he yanked you into another burning kiss and made you topple on top of himâ
âAh!â his hands guided your hips with precision, positioning you and entering you. The instant he did, you whimpered at the sudden, sharp sting of pain.
âDoes it hurt?â he asked almost in a growl when you clung to his shoulder with uneven breaths.
It was too sudden, and you hoped the discomfort would pass, so you timidly shook your head.
âIf you donât want this, tell me to stop.â Zayne tangled his fingers in your hair, turning your face to his. âUnderstand?â
There was always a distinct, almost commanding aura about him whenever the two of you were in your marital bed. Perhaps the way his voice sound lower, but it just hit different.
And you are a willing prey... whenever he becomes that beast.
He inched inside you slowly, making you moan with each instance. He was thick, warm, and taking him in was a challenge in itself. And when he finally sheathed himself fully, your nails had made its first scratch on his skin.
You felt full, and the way your womanhood stretched and clenched around him with each breathe you took made you dizzy. Panting, you finally met his gaze. Zayneâs silver eyes were still clouded with desire as he placed his hands firmly on your hips. Unable to resist, you reached out to caress his face.
"Hmm..." he subconsciously leaned into your touch, pressing his eyes shut together. "You smell nice," he huskily muttered.
Right this moment, all negative thoughts eluded you. It felt gratifying that your husband sought your touch like this as you towered over him.
And yet, despite that...
âDo you... finally see me now?â you asked, trailing your other hand down his toned chest and starting to grind against him. Zayne drew in a sharp breath and groaned, his fingers gripping your bum tighter.
Depending on his response, you would either find peace or face another heartbreak. You had placed your happiness on this pedestal more times than you could count, and it was a cross you had to bear.
But you never received your answer.
Your husband merely gazed up at you with a dangerous gleam. And oh, you could've sworn, this sight of Zayne eyeing you as if he were about to ruin you right then and there, would live-free in your mind for many days to come.
He then buried his face in your bosom, sucking on you with such fervor that your hands instinctively reached for his head to massage his scalp. The room was soon filled with your erotic groans and the squelching sounds from where your flesh were joined togetherâ as he thrusted inside you over and over.
Right in this moment, you felt truly desired and wanted.
You are so happy. Incomparably so.
At the crack of dawn, Zayne woke with a start.
The first thing he noticed was how spent he felt, his limbs stiff and a throbbing headache pulsing at the back of his head.
Then he turned to his side, and the sight that met him twisted his gut in such a way that snapped him fully awakeâ
You were beside him, barely dressed and still deeply asleep. Your hair was a mess, and love bites were scattered across your skin, some on your chest looking almost like bruises.
It dawned on him that he, too, wasnât decent. A sudden coldness gripped him, though it wasnât just the morning air.
Him and you... last night...
Yesterday marked the third year. He meant everything he said to you, but the fact that he did this, with you, on the day of her death...
There was... nothing wrong with what he had done. You were his wife, no one could condone him for what he instigated. Yet, it still made him shiver.
And to make it worse, his thoughts from last night echoed back with vengeance, andâ
He suddenly feels so immensely guilty.
. . .
It was the best sleep youâd had all week.
When you woke, sunlight had seeped through the window, and you discovered yourself already in pajamas, tucked snugly under a blanket. Still groggy with a dull ache in your lower belly, you relished the lingering afterglow, sighing in pure contentment, until you noticed Zayne wasnât beside you.
Where did he go? You wondered amidst your haze. Sluggish, you stumbled out of the bed, flinching when your foot met the cold floor.
You eventually found him downstairs, sipping coffee at the dining table still with messy hair. "Zayne?"
He glanced up at you and nodded. There was something different about him, a subtle shift you couldnât quite place. As you took a seat across from him, you hesitated, unsure of what to say.
Before you could find the right words though, he spoke first.
"I'm... sorry," he said, his tone laced with regret, causing a sharp pang of unease inside you.
"What?" you stared at him, feeling small and unsettled. "What are you sorry for?" you questioned as you gripped the hem of your shirt.
And then came the killing blowâ
"Last night," Zayne muttered, avoiding your gaze. "I wasnât in the right frame of mind. It was a mistake."
Mistake. The word echoed in your mind, but it was still hard to grasp its full weight.
"How was thatâ" you faltered, trembling, as the realization hit you like a truck and you gasped in disbelief. "Oh..."
Her. Again, and again, and again! Even when he was married to you, even when you were the one next to him each and everydayâ even so!
Your husband considers that a night spent with youâhis wifeâa mistake!
The last of your patience snapped, as you broke down in sobs before him. "You're the worst!" you screamed at him amidst your mournful tears.
Zayne seemed taken aback at your outburst, his eyes wide. "Y/N, wait, you don'tâ"
"Screw you!" But you were beyond explanations at this point. You fled back to your bedroom. Zayne followed you suit, but you slammed the door in his face and locked it. As you collapsed onto the floor, the realization hit you with full force.
No matter what you did, you would always come secondâor not at all.
The fracture in your marriage was undeniable.
Things had changed. Your home felt colder, and the tension was so stifling that you sometimes spent the night at the Hunter Associationâs dorm just to escape it.
Zayne initially tried to reach out, but you were unwilling to listen, and eventually, he gave up. Before long, nearly a month had passed with this strain in the air.
You threw yourself into more rescue operations, using work as a distraction from the turmoil that lingered in your mind. Despite your best efforts to distract yourself, the unresolved thoughts and feelings clung to you.
"Xavier, am I lacking as a woman?"
Your frequent partner these days cracked open an eye despite his attempt to nap before todayâs rescue mission. "What...?"
"No, forget it."
Things couldn't go like this forever. It was obvious by nowâas long as he couldnât let go of his past and you couldnât accept him as he was, this marriage couldn't be saved.
Just as you headed towards the printer in the room, Xavier responded. "You talk a lot, eat a lot, and always bothering me when I'm about to sleep..."
You shot him an irked glance, disbelief evident on your face. "Hey!"
"Butâ" his clear voice cut through the air as he turned to you with half-lidded eyes. "You're exceptionally kind. If anyone can't appreciate that, then it's their loss."
At that moment, the ice inside your chest melted. To know that your own co-worker thought that kindly of you gave you a little boost of confidence.
But then Xavier added, "Sometimes you're stupid too. It's funny to watch."
"â?! You're so mean!"
A subtle smile curved on his lips as he turned to his side, ready to resume his nap. "Anyway, what are you printing?"
You feigned a huff as you gathered the papers and brought them to your desk. "Just something I need to submit when necessary."
A part of you wasnât fully committed to it, of courseâit was just that your emotions had no proper outlet even until now. As you pushed the drawer shut, a wave of bitterness washed over you as you reread the title on the blank form:
Petition for Divorce.
Zayne genuinely wanted to treat you well.
You were a nice girl. Too nice even. From the moment he laid his eyes on you some years ago, as a friend of a friend, he knew you were nothing but kind and cheery.
He still remembered that morning vividly: the hurt on your face, the tears welling up in your eyes, and then you breaking into inconsolable sobs. That sight inflicted something in himâit felt as though his own heart had been split in two.
Believe it or not, he cherished you too.
That night, even though he didnât show it, he was still mourning her. When alcohol took over his mind and he saw you, you seemed like a perfect escape. He thought that even if he forced himself on you, there would be no consequences.
He hated that he had thought that way. He hated that how, in the end, you had become a means of relief for him.
Now you couldn't even look him in the eye, and Zayne didn't want to risk trying to coax you further. You were angry with him and rightly so, but when you ignored him and went home late more often, he was worried.
It was what drove him to volunteer for the rescue mission. When he saw your name on the hunter list, he felt compelled to make sure you were okay.
. . .
It was strange to see you on duty.
With your hunter uniform and your hair tied up, you were the picture of a very capable hunter. Zayne found himself unexpectedly following your movements as you came and went.
"Dr. Zayne, are you checking your wife out?" the EMT next to him teased with a grin. "Well, when you have a pretty wife such as Y/N, of course..."
He cleared his throat and the EMT giggled as he sauntered away.
So, you were also considered attractive here. Of course you were. Zayne knew it, but he just didn't expect that anyone here would blurt it out so openly.
But that wasn't the most surprising of allâ
"Xavier, shush!" you playfully punched the blonde man next to you in the chest, your broad smile lighting up the moment. The two of you whispered closely, and Zayne found himself feeling uncomfortable, like being prickled by several needles.
He has never made you laugh so openly like that. The nagging feeling inside him grew stronger as he watched youâeven if it was just in a platonic senseâwith another man. It stirred something within him, making him want to pull that blonde aside, give him a word or two, and overthrow him altogether.
Amidst the growing storm inside him, you suddenly turned sideways and caught his eye, and Zayne could've sworn... he felt time stopped at that moment.
It was so candid that it took his breath away. The way your earnest, unclouded eyes met his. How natural you were while loading your gun...
Ah, they were right. His wife was exceptionally pretty.
But before he could fully appreciate it, you broke the eye contact and turned away, pretending as if you hadnât seen him at all.
Zayne wondered then, why did he feel so hurt all of a sudden?
Battlefields were always a place of chaos, and Zayne was no stranger to it.
He was on standby at the makeshift hospital as patients surged in, continuously aiding first-aid. Some were hunters on duty, and his heart was in his throat the entire time, anxiously hoping you wouldnât be among them.
"Doc... it still hurts," a little girl sniffled right after Zayne wrapped her injured arm with the gauze. Despite the anxiety, seeing this tearful girl softened his frown.
"It's just going to take a while, hmm?" he patted the kid in the head. "It's going to be better soon enough."
"My mom is still inside..." she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "Doc, will they get her out?"
Zayne hesitated, his thoughts briefly drifting to you. He managed a reassuring smile. "Donât worry, theyâllâ"
Crash! âall of a sudden, a loud explosion shook the hospital, the sound echoing through the chaos. The little girl clung to his coat in fear.
"Call for retreat!" someone suddenly shouted from outside. "Alert all personnel immediately!"
Retreat. The thought that you might be safe soon brought him a sense of relief. He turned to the girl, trying to keep his composure.
"Look, the hunters are retreating, it means most are already evacuated." Zayne managed a reassuring smile. "Stay here. I'll help you find her later, okay?"
He went to the survivors' camp outside, attending to the wounded and keeping a vigilant eye on each returning hunter. Even until 30 minutes later, he still hadn't seen you. Thinking to contact you, he reached out for his phone.
"Who hasn't gotten out?" Jenna, your team leader, demanded the receiver with a stern voice, standing tall several feet away from the camp, and Zayne overheard the snippets of her conversation.
A frantic voice responded, "Xavier is still inside! Y/N too!"
"Those two! They are alwaysâ!"
What?
Zayne almost dropped his phone when he heard your name. Terror gripped him instantly, and then suddenly, again, it was his greatest nightmare realized.
You are still inside. You could be hurt. It was possible you had no means to get out of there.
He didnât register letting go of his coat or crossing the police lineâall that mattered was getting to you. He sprinted away, ignoring the shouts of those trying to stop him.
No. Not again!
Debris flew everywhere, and the roars of Wanderers grew louder as he neared the building wreckage. As a splinter was about to hit him, ice shot through his palms, creating a barrier that shattered it.
"Y/N!" he shouted your name, his voice cracking with panic. "Where are you?!"
All he could think about was the memory of you bleeding out in the ER. Zayne never wanted to see that again. Should anything happen to you now...
He didn't want you to be hurt. He hated seeing you cry. For the past weeks, it had torn him apart to see you so unhappy. He wanted to be the one who made you smile, the one you looked at with love.
The realization washed over him like a tidal wave. Yet it wasnât an epiphany but a simple truth he had always known but never fully grasped until now.
If he lost you now, it'd destroy him.
He continued screaming your name over and over. And then, after turning several turns, he finally saw you, standing alone in the middle of the wreckageâ
You turned to him in surprise when you heard your name in his shout, and were rooted to the spot, in disbelief that your husband was right before you.
Zayne felt a wave of relief wash over him, until a hollow croak from above caught his attention. He squintedâ
A glass panel had crumbled and was falling directly towards you.
A sense of dread so great overwhelmed him, a lump formed in his throat, and the smoke made it hard to breathe. He sprinted forward, and with everything he had, he pushed you out the way.
The next thing he knew, everything went pitch black.
"Zayne? Zayne!"
A memory flashed in his mind's eye. The one memory he wished he didn't have to relive ever again.
Sitting on the deserted hospital bench, his eyes were vacant. Utter hollowness choked him, leaving him motionless. It was over. There was no blood on his hands, yet it felt as if there were.
Your grip on his shoulder was tight, shaking him. "Zayne, snap out of it!" and only then he brought himself to meet your eyes.
"She died." That was the only thing he could mutter, pain woven in each word. "She really died."
Your eyes widened in horror, an inaudible gasp left your lips. "Oh..."
He didn't really know what happened next, but he remembered the warmth from when you pulled him to your arms, when sobs wracked his body as he thought the world was ending.
Since then, you have always been there.
And subconsciously, he may have regarded you as his lifeline.
. . .
Another memory.
"Are you awake...?"
His mind was hazy, but he recognized your voice. He blearily opened his eyes to find you placing a cool compress on his forehead.
"Who would have thought the great Dr. Zayne can get a fever?" you said with a soft laugh, patting his hair. "Donât worry about me. Go back to sleep."
You came to see him. He remembered telling you not to. But you still did, and the fact thawed the ice in his heart.
Just as you were about to leave, his hand reached out and pulled you closer. "Donât go."
"Are you trying to make me catch your cold too?" you teased with a soft laugh.
"Hmph. Who told you to come here...?"
"Ah, so you're whiny when you're not feeling well," you observed with a smile. "Okay, I'll stay! But only if you agree to nurse me if I catch your cold!"
You were noisy, but endearingly so.
. . .
"Don't pay her any mind," you fidgeted on your seat, a frown on your face. "My mom always does that."
There was never any talk about the nature your relationship between the two of you, but it was clear to everyone nevertheless. You were always around him, and he seemed to enjoy your company just as much.
And not for the first time, your mother pushed him towards marriage with you.
"People are always getting the wrong idea," you grumbled. "Sorry, Zayne..." you lowered your head, seemingly in regret.
He was puzzled, because to him, it wasn't necessarily false. All things you did together lead to this.
"What if it isn't a wrong idea at all?"
You looked at him with slight surprise. "Huh...?"
Your presence was a gift. That tragedy was devastating, but having you constantly by his side made it bearable. He was fond of you, and the thought that if it's you, then surely...
In this memory, he was more sure than ever. What he said then, it came from the truest place in his heart.
"What if I told you... as of right now, I can't imagine being with anyone but you?"
The side of his head was throbbing with pain. Everything hurt, the hard asphalt was bruising his face as the headache set in. He could smell the scent of blood and sweat, but more than thatâ
"Zayne! Ah, hahâ Please, please! No!"
Your voice, choked with tears, blared in his ears as you desperately shook him. You sounded so heartbroken, so utterly panicked, and your voice gradually pulled him back to consciousness.
Opening his eyes took tremendous effort. At first, everything was a blur, but then it came into focusâthe sight of you disheveled, smeared with soot, with tears streaming down your face. But still youâ the woman he had married two years ago.
Yet his heart lurched. You're crying again... why is it that whenever with me, you're always crying?
"Are you... alright?" he rasped, lifting his hand to touch your face.
"Why did youâ" You were startled by his question, your gaze fixed on the blood pooling on the side of his face. "Your head is bleeding!"
Ah, so you're fine. The sheer knowledge brought him relief, a faint smile forming at his lips. "I'm glad..."
"I'll help you get back! Hold onto meâ" you said after brushing away your tears, lifting him up and draping his arm around your shoulder. "Can you walk?"
"I'm... fine..."
"You're not!" you refuted harshly, voice trembling. "You have to go back!"
You made him lean on you as you made your way back to the makeshift hospital, each step accompanied by your sniffles as you supported his waist.
Zayne glanced at you, feeling a warmth in his chest despite the migraine. "D-Don't cry... I'll be fine."
"You're an idiot!" you choked out, struggling to hold back your tears. "Why did you even come out here?"
"I... have to find you. They said you haven't returned."
"There are still civilians inside! I'll return eventually!"
"I canât wait for that. I... have to know you're safe."
His response only fueled your frustration. "You don't have toâ!"
"You are my wifeâ" he snapped, turning to you sharply, his eyes flashing with anger. "How can I not worryâ for you?"
The forceful tone in his voice went straight to the most tender part of your heart. It really struck you at that moment that he had come out here for you, that his concern for you was that profound.
And that after all these weeks, he still keeps you in his thoughts.
He had pushed you out of the way, even at the cost of himself, barely missing the fallen billboard in that violent crash. If he was in the wrong position, he could've lost his life.
You stared at him, tears glossing your eyes.
"That's enough... Don't cry again." Zayne reached out to wipe your cheeks. His hands, however, were smeared with his own blood, leaving streaks on your face. "Ah... I got blood on you..."
But in that moment, you couldnât care less. There was this indescribable sting of grief, but also paired with a sense of relief so great in your chest the very second you realize that now, he sees you.
You threw yourself into his arms, hugging him tightly as you sobbed, calling out to him in broken voice. âZ-Zayne...!â
âWhy are you crying again...?â he let out a resigned sigh, but still embraced you regardless. âWhat a crybaby...â
You buried your face deeper into him, shaking uncontrollably. âYou... saved me...â you managed to say amidst torrent of tears. âY-You... got hurt...â
âIâll be fine,â he retorted in your ear albeit in a hoarse voice, holding you close, even as blood trickled down the side of his face. âAnd Iâd do it again. I refuse to see you hurt.â
You cried harder, and he pulled you tighter, his chest aching at the sight of you so inconsolable. And in that moment, he made the decision right then and there.
He will protect you so long as time will allow him to.
It was as if the invisible wall between you had crumbled to dust after that incident. You stayed by Zayne's side night and day, monitoring his condition.
And one night, several days later...
"Here, don't move..."
You carefully dressed the wound on Zayne's temple, sitting close beside him. He quietly observed your worried eyes and trembling fingers without a word.
"You even need stitches..." you lamented, biting your lip as you wrapped the bandage around his head. Tears pricked your eyes, overwhelmed by the concern you were pouring into the task.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine," he gruffly insisted in an attempt to erase the sadness from your face. He felt the delicate, almost hesitant touch of your fingers on his face. "It'll heal with time."
Even as he said that, a part of you was still troubled at the sight of the wound on his head and cheekbone. No matter what he said, you couldnât shake the feeling that it was somehow your fault.
"I'm done. Now go rest," you said softly, your voice tinged with bitterness after tying the gauze. You rose to put the kit away, but even after you finished, Zayne remained upright on the bed, so you leveled a frown at him.
"What, why aren't youâ Ah!"
Before you knew it, he pulled you by the arm, and you tumbled into his chest in surprise. "What are you doing?!" you yelled at him, clinging to his shoulder and looking up at him with ire. "You could've hit your head!"
He looked down at you with a flat expression, or is that a hint of amusement glinting in his eyes? âCan't a husband cuddle his wife?â
You blinked dumbly, caught off-guard. âYes, you can, but...â
His arms then enveloped you, fitting you on his chest and he sighed against your hair. âThen thereâs nothing wrong with it. Letâs just stay like this for now.â
And so, that was how he decided to sleep throughout the nightâwith you on top of him, held close. You felt self-conscious as Zayne had never initiated this closeness with you since that night.
"Are you sure you want to sleep this way?" you wriggled a bit in his grasp.
He draped an arm around your waist, pressing his eyes shut. "Mm-hm."
"You..." A part of you recoiled at the vulnerability but decided to ask anyway. "Won't this be⊠a mistake...?"
That caught his attention, as Zayne's eyes fluttered open. He looked down at you, who avoided his gaze with a pout and a torn expression, making yourself small in his embrace.
It dawned on him then that this persisting issue in your marriage was thoroughly his fault. His past was something he could neverâand would neverâtrade for anything, but right now, you were that sense of peace that grounded him.
At one point, he has to let it go. These feelings inside him⊠they drive him to.
He softened, his gaze full of understanding as he gently brushed your hair back. "No," he said quietly, his voice tender. "Weâve come too far for it to be one."
Your clear, innocent eyes reluctantly met his, and at that moment something akin to clarity resonated within him.
He once thought nothing could ever mend the hollowness in his heart. And once, he indeed hoped that being with you would provide some form of relief or replace what he had lost.
But right now, feeling how vulnerable you were in his arms like this, he understood that you were not, and could never be, a replacement for anything else. Even before he realized it himself, what he felt for you was something entirely differentâ something dear that had grown and evolved into a genuine affection different from what he had felt for anyone else before.
Those times spent with you, wanting to protect you... Now that he reflected on it, it was never about filling a void, after all.
âI... want to treasure you better.â
Oh. Your heart thumped loudly as those words left his lips, warmth spreading through your entire being. Overwhelmed by the sincerity in his voice, you clung to his chest, feeling a surge of love and a profound sense of being freed from the chains of insecurity that had taken you hostage all these years.
Most precious. Zayne smiled at you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
âThis time for sure... I will.â
And at last... he could say it without any lingering guilt.
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Mortal Astarion X F! Human Tav. Ummm, angst.đ
For decades, this manor offered him a place to call home in the truest sense.Â
The hallway was a sacred gallery, adorned with paintings that were not mere canvases, but tangible echoes of their life together. Each brushstroke, lovingly rendered by her hand, captured the essence of cherished memories.
Whenever he opened the door at the end of the hallway, he was greeted by the radiant smile of his beloved, and the hearth beckoned him to surrender to its comforting embrace. Yet, it was the vast window next to it that held the greatest significance. The tender caress of sunlight danced across his skin as he lost himself in the pages of a book beside her. It was here, bathed in the golden rays, that he could truly revel in the miracle she had bestowed upon him â the cure to his vampiric curse, a gift of life, a reminder of the depths of her love and the power it held to transcend even the most insurmountable of boundaries.
Here at home, he had found everything his heart desired.
But nothing is ever truly perfect. Life simply doesn't work that way. Even the mightiest of fortresses cannot withstand the relentless march of time.
He thought he was ready for it, but not like this.
Never like this.
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The poem cited is "When You Are Old" BY W.B. Yeats. One of my favorites.â€ïž
Alright, thanks for reading the second installment of my "this did not really happen to my couple". After delving into the mortality of my Tav, Amaara, I found myself confronting a fear more profound than death itself â the fear of morbidity, of life's vibrancy fading before its inevitable end. So I decided to yank my CP around this theme. Self-indulgence at its finest.đ
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đ©êšïžđȘ âââ as the last woman on earth, a government bounty marks you as humanityâs only hope for repopulation. unexpectedly, stumbling into your college football team becomes your lifeline, but instead of turning you in, they want to impregnate you on their own terms.
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đ©êšïžđȘ âââ fem!reader, mentions of sexism in medicine, gangbang, breeding, cunninlingus, unprotected s*x, mild degradation, reader gets spanked once, mentions of food, mentions of babies, mentions of pregnancy, reverse harem, reader gets kidnapped, creampies, double penetration, nipple play, mentions of viral outbreaks, home isolation, mentions of human torture and experimentation, apocalypse AU, dark content ahead (10k+ words i am sick in the head)
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One thing about life you were coming to find out in your short existence, was that it could change in the blink of an eye.
One day, youâre a popular cheerleader everyone loves, on the Deanâs List and speeding through to a life of accolades and financial stability, then the next, a viral outbreak spirals out of control, infecting and offing only women.Â
It started with rapid coughing and sneezing. Many expert scientists cited a woman's inferior immune system compared to men. They barely paid any attention to the growing casualties in one half of the population, just like how they turned a blind eye to PCOS or the persistent chronic pain most women seemed to experience throughout their lives.Â
As the voices of one half went unheard, the dire consequences slapped mankind fully in the face.Â
Birth rates dropped, many nations lost their manpower and society became increasingly violent and hostile.Â
Those women that were left were transferred to medical facilities under the guise of rehabilitating them. But, there were the rumours of abuse and medical experiments that arose from shady forums and chat groups.Â
You had read some of them from Jiennaâs laptop when she was still alive.
Your best friend and roommate was an advocate for womenâs rights, even before the world hadnât gone to shit, and she was the first one who opened your eyes to the blatant mistreatment women were going through official medical channels. When the virus hit, the both of you huddled in your shared dormitory, trading packets of ramen and stories while waiting for more aid to come.Â
She always had such a bright smile and determination. The day the virus took her away from you was one you could never forget.Â
Jienna laid on her bed, a grey pallor overtaking her once radiant skin. The skincare she religiously applied was gathering dust on her dresser, and everytime she exhaled, it sounded coarser and coarser.
Eventually, she closed her eyes and never awoke again, and you had to page the medical team to extract her body, all while tears streamed down your cheeks and you were hovering on the edge of a full meltdown.
Your family across the country couldnât even come and see you; your brothers were barred from taking you back home, as every woman in the district was given strict orders to remain at home and behind locked doors to keep the virus away.Â
But, it always managed to slip through the cracks. Whether it was from infected food or contaminated medical equipment.Â
The virus killed any female it touched.
News reports began surfacing that hens were dying out, impacting the supply of eggs. Cows were dropping dead in fields, the worldâs milk supply running dry for the first time in existence. The pregnant black cat you used to feed behind your dorms was found dead behind a dumpster by a group of computer science boys.Â
Slowly, the world descended into chaos, and more and more women were disappearing.
It was exactly day 40 of your lockdown when you decided you would run away.
Packing every non-perishable canned food you could find into a big bag, you waited until dusk fell and when the nurses would hand you your dinner. You knew it would be one of the older security guys who used to direct parking on your campus, and he had a bad hip so he couldnât chase you down.Â
As much as you hated hurting him, the first punch in his face was enough to knock him out cold. You hopped over his body, careening down the hallway and pushing yourself towards the outside of the college campus.Â
Luck was on your side when you dashed out the front door to find an idle truck. It was from one of the block rangers, and you didnât hesitate to jump inside of it, revving the engine and stepping down on the gas pedal.Â
Someone yelled out your name, but you were too fired up to care. In your mind, you decided it would be better to die from the virus than staying cooped up for the rest of your life. At least with dying, you would be free.Â
You had no plan and no idea what to do next but to race towards the closest abandoned building you could find. Jienna had told you about it during her dying daysâhow there was a series of abandoned buildings just at the edge of town where defiant women stayed the last of their days there.Â
Having seen with your own eyes what the virus did to your roommate, you were sure you were prepared to go out the same way. There would be a few days where your immune system fought back, but without the right food and care, you would waste yourself away.
Better than being trapped forever in a small dorm. You viciously gunned the engine and raced towards that shining beacon of hope.Â
The buildings out of town were abandoned like Jienna said, and you prepared to set up your death camp. The concrete slab walls were drab and the floor was too hard and cold to sleep on, but you made do with a blanket you managed to steal from the lobby.Â
Days passed and soon, you were starting to wonder if the virus was even real. Your meals consisted of canned beans and whatever scraps you could find in the dumpster nearby. You didnât dare to light a fire in case it might attract someoneâs attention, and your showers were virtually non-existent.
Maybe I shouldnât have left the dorms.Â
Those thoughts of âwhat ifâ and âshould havesâ kept you up at night and haunted your waking moments.Â
One day, you thought you heard footsteps echoing down the hallways, but then, you found out it was just a bunch of squatters looking for a place to sleep. They turned their nose up on the squalor and left you alone feeling bemused and a little disappointed that not even the lowest rank of humanity would want to spend a night at a place you consistently slept in.Â
But, your newfound freedom was too good to be true.
It had been too quiet and too peaceful. The bubble was waiting to pop and your hopes burst one day when you awoke in cold sweat to hear a manâs voice down the hallways.
â... heard she escaped hereâŠâÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
The fatigue weighing you down shot out of your system and you sat up ramrod straight, rushing to get your goods without making a sound.Â
âNo news of⊠gotta be the last one in the vicinityâŠâÂ
You hurriedly stuffed your blanket into your backpack, taking care not to breathe too loud in case they might hear. The beam of a flashlight pricked your irises, and having lived for a while in the dark, you werenât used to such brightness.
Squinting, you stayed close to the walls, slinging your bag onto your shoulders and preparing to depart down a flight of steps straight into the forest fringing these buildings. Your flexibility as a cheerleader back in your old life helped you out to creep on the floors quietly, extending one leg and then another while keeping close to the walls.Â
However, you didnât see where your foot landed, and before you could stop in mid-step, the empty can of beans went clattering to the ground.
For a split second, all you could hear was your breath and the rush of blood in your ears.
The beam of light immediately swung towards your direction, illuminating your left leg and the implicated empty can in question.Â
Shit. You had been discovered.
âWait!â One of the men yelled, but you didnât stop to listen. Hightailing it out of here, you sprinted to the entrance, about to escape into the night when you felt a bigger body slam into you from the side.Â
Screaming out, you barely caught a glimpse of your perpetrator, but he was holding you down with his larger body, pinning you right to the dirty ground.
âGot her!â he yelled back to other men. âItâs a girl! Sheâs here!âÂ
You blindly reached your hand out and felt the sharp edge of a rock cut into your palm. Swinging it towards him, you bashed the side of his head, and in the glimpses of light from the shining moon up ahead, you caught sight of his vivid, dark hair.Â
The man yelped and stumbled back, staunching the heavy flow of blood oozing from his right cheek.
âFuck!â he bellowed, and you used his momentum of shock to push him off of you.Â
But, he had enough dexterity to clamp a hand around your knee, bringing you back down to the ground.Â
âNo!â you started to scream and sob. âPlease! Let me go!âÂ
Someone else came to his rescue, holding you down. You felt ropes around your wrists, drawing them behind your back. Your sobs were muffled by a bag thrown over your head, and for good measure, they tied your ankles, too. It took two of them to carry you into a car, and you were laid on someoneâs lap, his arms roping around you and pressing you to his chest.Â
As the men piled back into the car, you started to sob when you heard the engine ignite.Â
âSsh, itâs okay,â the man who held you crooned. âItâs gonna be fine, Y/N.âÂ
Through your tears, you recognized that they knew your name.Â
A hand touched your knee, rubbing it soothingly. âWeâre not here to hurt you.â
That voice. You had heard it before. It brought to mind dark blue eyes and a mop of dark hair. A pair of toned legs tearing through a football field and a charming, lopsided smile.
âI-Isagi?âÂ
He hummed. âItâs me, Y/N. Barouâs holding you, by the way.âÂ
In answer, the self-proclaimed king of the field back from when your college days consisted of study horrors and not a world crisis, flooded your mind with stark familiarity when he exhaled out your name.Â
âHey, Y/N.âÂ
âItâs the boys from the football team,â Isagi informed you, like you were on a road trip with them instead of forcefully being kidnapped against your own will.Â
âH-how did you find me?â The bag they stuffed over your head smelled musty, and you struggled to talk through it. âC-can you get this fucking thing off my head?âÂ
Someone pried the sack off, and you inhaled in deep gusts of air, your wide eyes taking in the darkened interior of this truck and the boys who were holding you hostage.Â
Isagi had lost a bit of weight since you last saw him. The last you heard of the Blue Lock teamâs co-captain was that he had lost his mother to the virus and the school had started a fund for him to cover her funeral expenses. Turning your eyes towards the man who was holding you, Barouâs jaw was tight, and his eyes were heavy with dark circles.
The man driving was Kunigami, whose hands were white-knuckled fists on the steering wheel. Next to him in the passenger, bleeding out from his cheek, was Itoshi Rin. You noticed how he side-eyed you from the front, and returned his evasive look with a frosty glare.Â
Lastly, at the back of this 8-seater was Chigiri, Nagi and Reoâthe former two being the most unlikely combination of acquaintances you had ever seen join this ragtag group of football bros. Nagi and Reo were famous for being fused at the hip since they both started their business degree courses together. They rarely fraternised with anyone else outside of their coursemates, much less kidnap some random woman.Â
At the reminder of your predicament, you squirmed, accidentally rubbing your ass all over Barouâs crotch. He didnât react beyond a low hiss of, âQuit it,â those thick and sturdy arms tightening around your trembling body. You tried to ignore how you could feel something hard poking your lower back.Â
âWhy did you kidnap me?â you demanded off the bat. âHow did you find me? What are you going to do with me?âÂ
Those rapid questions were met with silence. You flitted your gaze to each of them, and through the passing snatches of orange streetlights, you saw every one of their expressions drenched in guilt.Â
âWe⊠donât know.âÂ
Isagi was the one who spoke first, preparing himself to earn your rage.
âYou donât know?â you mumbled, growing more incensed every minute with how they had wrenched you from your peaceful life in the ruins. âYou donât know where youâre taking me. What youâre planning to do with me. You donât know the reason why you went through all that trouble to track me down. You donâtââ
âItâs because you have a bounty on your head.â
Rinâs voice cut through your growing tirade, leaving you cold with disbelief.
âI⊠what?âÂ
On your right, Isagi nodded, rubbing the back of his neck like he would rather be somewhere else than in this vehicle having such a difficult conversation.Â
âAfter you escaped, the officials posted your bounty and your suspected whereabouts. Um, itâs uh⊠well, Y/N⊠youâre the last woman alive from our college.âÂ
You exhaled, feeling your chest constrict and tears prick your eyes.Â
All your lecturers⊠your friends⊠your cheerleading gangâŠÂ
âAre they all gone?â The boys didnât comment on your thick voice or the unshed tears.Â
Kunigami was the first one to express his remorse. âIâm sorry, Y/N. Thatâs the truth.âÂ
Rin decided to rip the bandaid off quicker, leaving you reeling in confusion and despair. âThe authorities put up notices for you because your status was unknown. They said that anyone who brought you backâdead or aliveâwould receive two million yen.â
The reality of your situation settled in like sentiment falling to the bottom of a glass jar.Â
You felt cold all over, your heartbeat right in your throat.
âSo, youâre either going to k-kill me or turn me in, huh?âÂ
Your heavy question was met with silence.Â
Surprisingly, it was Nagi at the back who piped up in his lazy, drawling tone. âActually⊠we have a better plan.âÂ
Isagi was the first to react. He shot Nagi a murderous look, shaking his head. Kunigami glanced at the white-haired man through the rearview mirror with narrowed eyes, and Rinâs scowl deepened. Chigiri, who had been quiet throughout this entire exchange, sighed out, âIdiotâ under his breath.
The only one who looked supportive of what Nagi had to say wasâno surprise thereâReo himself.
âItâs a good plan! Sheâs still healthy,â he argued on behalf of his best friend. Nagi nodded, humming.Â
âThe virus shouldâve taken her out weeks ago, but she managed to survive all on her own in such dirty conditions⊠I really think we should give it a shot.â
The air in the car changed; thickening and becoming ripe with tension. Barouâs arms suddenly felt too hot around your body, and you broke out into a sweat.
âIt could work,â Isagi started out slowly, rubbing his chin. He had a look on his face you knew all too wellâthat calculative, goal-hungry stare that would eventually destroy his enemies.Â
Rin tilted his head towards the backseat, his turquoise eyes drawing circles on the carâs water-stained ceiling. âDo you think that would be legal for us to do?âÂ
âWe have to keep her hidden.â Chigiri spoke up, demanding everyone's attention. âThe authorities canât know that we have a woman with us or weâd be punished. We have to be very careful with Y/N.â
You were still drawing blanks on their ideas, growing more frustrated every single second you were kept in the dark from their decisions on your fate. âWhat do you fucking assholes mean? Legal? Keeping me away from the authorities? What do you want with me?âÂ
Your voice broke on the last question, and without warning, you started to sob. The weeks of roughing it out on your own, trying to escape from society and hide in plain sight were taking its toll on you. You wept bitterly, hiding your face behind your hair and sobbing into your shoulder.
âShit,â someone muttered in the front.Â
âGive her some water.âÂ
It was Isagi who gently coaxed your face from your shoulder, holding a bottle of clean water. You contemplated spitting a mouthful at him, but ultimately, your thirst won out and you drank deeply.Â
He wiped your tears off with the sleeve of his threadbare sweater and you hiccuped into a silence, already accepting your death.Â
âWe donât want to hurt you,â Reo murmured from the back. You lifted your swollen, red eyes to find his purple ones full of sincerity. âWe actually want to keep you safe. Thereâs been rumours about human experiments and none of us want you to go through that. We want to keep you safe.â
You shouldâve known the groupâs appointed spokesperson would be a man used to spouting sweet words to get his wayâwhether with professors or girlsâbut a part of you wanted to believe Reo. You were so, so tired of fending for yourself, you wanted someone to help you with the burden of being a woman in these unacceptable times.Â
âYes, Y/N.â Rinâs sudden reassurance struck you dumb with disbelief. âWe have our old frat houseânobody comes by there anymore. Weâll keep you safe there and you can rest.âÂ
It all sounded too good to be true. Here was a band of college footballers being completely sweet with youâwanting to protect, nurture and keep you hidden. But, you were waiting for the other shoe to drop; the catch in this arrangement.Â
âThereâs more,â you whispered, scenting out their bullshit. âYouâre not telling me the real reason.âÂ
Men were never good liarsâthat much you could tell. So, when every single footballer glanced at the other, your senses were in red alert, demanding to uncover what was the terrible footnote to this otherwise flawless proposal.
âWell?â you muttered coldly, strengthening your resolve. âWhat do you want from me? Whatâs the catch?âÂ
Reo was quick to turn your question around. âWhat? Thereâs no catchââ
âThere is.â It was Isagi who spoke, sounding resigned and tired in the dimming darkness. âThere is a catch. We shouldnât lie to her, guys. We all agreed to tell her the truth if we found her and she was willing to listen.âÂ
You held your breath, waiting for Isagi to drop the bomb. He seemed like he needed a moment to stabilise himself. He drew in a deep breath and unlocked his shoulders, looking you square in the eye. You half-wished he had kept you in the dark; never told you the truth. Because what he said next completely swept you off your feet, landing you onto the ground face-first and gasping in disbelief.
âItâs not about rewards or moneyâitâs about duty. We need your help to repopulate this city, Y/N⊠we want you to carry one of our babies.âÂ
You felt a pair of broad-set shoulders shake under your smaller frame, the man underneath you stretching out his kinks and stiff muscles after a night of good sleep.Â
âHm,â he groaned, brushing a hand down your bare spine. âGood morning, angel.âÂ
Reoâs husky voice drew you back into consciousness, and you whined, burying your face into his neck to hide yourself from the morningâs glare. He chuckled at your antics, nosing your hair and pressing soft kisses onto your temple. âCâmon, sweetheart. Itâs Rinâs turn with you today.âÂ
Without missing a beat or opening your eyes, you mumbled: âMaybe you should all fuck me at one go so you guys can see whoâs strong enough to knock me up.âÂ
You meant those words as a joke, but when Reoâs shoulders stiffened, you suddenly realised the depth of danger you were flirting with.Â
âDonât say such things youâll regret, sweetheart,â he meant to tease you, gently easing you off his chest. âOr, the boys wonât stop until you give each one of us a baby.âÂ
You tried to laugh, to shake off the sudden unease. Today was Wednesday, and Wednesdays meant pancake days in this unconventional household. You got up and slipped on Reoâs shirt, fluffing out your shorter hair. The guys had insisted you cut your locks so that it would be easier to hide them under a baseball cap and pass you off as a man if anyone came looking.Â
Sometimes, you did miss your femininity, but in a world where it was literally dying out, you couldnât take any chances.Â
Flashing Reo a smile, you hummed. âDonât laze around too much like NagiâIâm making breakfast.âÂ
In the living room, Bachira was the only one up and awake, his bright golden eyes following your every move as you wished him good morning and prepared your ingredients. Without a sound, he slipped behind you, calloused hands warm on your bare belly.Â
âMorning, beautiful,â he whispered into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your arms.Â
âMorning, Meguru,â you mumbled, trying to ignore how his hands were creeping up to your bare breasts. Living with seven men meant that you were subjected to their advances night and day. It got even worse when you had told them you missed your period last week, but your cycle turned out to be just a few days late.Â
That didnât stop them from feeling you up, grasping your hips or pressing soft kisses to your neck when you least expected it. Like now, with Bachiraâs hot breath bathing the sensitive strip of your jaw.Â
Meguru hadnât been part of your kidnapping heist a few weeks ago, but he had shown up when Isagi calledâready to be of service and contribute his portion in repopulating your tiny, dying town.Â
Clicking your tongue at the price tag on the egg carton, you flipped the cardboard cover closed, affronted by the steep spike in those numbers.Â
âItâs getting bad out there, right?âÂ
Bachira paused his efforts in running his nose down your neck, taken off guard by your sudden question. âUm. Yeah. Whyâd you ask, princess?âÂ
Because I havenât seen the outside world in weeks. You swallowed your bitterness, focused on whipping the yolks into a golden perfection. The boys were doing their best to make you feel cosy and safe within these walls; you couldnât be too ungrateful. They didnât let you out for fear of someone catching sight of youâthatâs why the windows and doors were all covered and barricaded.
They restricted your contact with only seven of them because they didnât want an anonymous tip-off to result in you being taken away.Â
Every Blue Lock player was careful to protect their golden ace.Â
âNothing,â you hummed in the breeziest voice you could muster. âJust curious, sâall.âÂ
âHmm.â Bachiraâs hands moved up to your naked tits moving freely under Reoâs bigger t-shirt. âYou smell like him,â he accused you softly with a nip to your ear. âThat stupid rich boy.âÂ
âDonât tell me youâre jealous,â you tried not to smirk, but failed.Â
âNah.â Bachiraâs fingers trailed to your stiffening nipples, still sore from Reoâs ministrations (he loved biting down on them while you rode him) and eased the soft flesh in between his thumb and forefinger. âI was waiting for my turnâcanât believe I have to share you with those bastards.â You tried not to gasp and push your body back to meet his pelvis halfway, failing miserably to measure a cup full of milk. Some of the liquid sloshed onto your wrist and you heard Meguru snort.Â
âI love how sensitive you are, baby.âÂ
Biting on your lower lip to stifle a whine, you pushed your ass back to brush the front of his pants, finding him already hard and waiting.Â
Bachira was one of the more eager boys, and you had to pace yourself and him less he fucked you on this counter and ruined Rinâs day with you.Â
âMeguruââ
âI know, I know,â he groaned, sounding both lustful and disappointed. âYouâre emo Itoshiâs tonight. Fucking stupid stick game.â Cursing himself for literally getting the shorter end of the stick, you felt his pout imprint on your skin. âBut, canât we have a little bit of fun, baby? Can I eat your pussy out at least?âÂ
You literally throbbed at his words, and almost gave in to the rushing desire sweeping you off your feet. Almostâuntil you heard Isagiâs voice knocking the both of you out of this lust-filled fog.
âHey. Whatâre you both doing?âÂ
While you smelled a threat, Bachira smelled an opportunity. His grin was shark-like, cutting through the tension when he didnât stop playing with your nipples or back down when you hissed out his name.Â
âWhatâs it look like? Iâm trying to fuck her.âÂ
You tensed, waiting for Isagi to be pissed off. He was the one who reinforced this one-night sharing rule, and to see his best friend blatantly disregarding it would set off his rigid ego.Â
But, to your surprise, Isagi tilted his head, taking note of your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. âI think she⊠she likes it.âÂ
Bachira glanced down to find your mouth parted slightly, brows furrowed with a deceptive look of pain when both men knew what it was. Desire.Â
Isagi, who could smell a goal or a wrench in the plans from a mile away, started to chuckle.Â
âLift up her shirt. Continue playing with her nipples, Meguru.âÂ
âYes, captain,â Bachira sang, and lifted the hem of Reoâs sleep shirt up to expose your puffy, swollen nipples.Â
âShit,â Isagi breathed, and you didnât miss how he had to adjust himself through his shorts, those dark blue eyes eclipsed with a dark, unnamed emotion you were terrified to uncover. âThey look so perfect and pointy.âÂ
Bachira rolled your sensitive buds between his two fingers, ignoring your soft yelp and flinch when he began to tug on them with a bit more force. âHuhâit really is. Reo mustâve prepped her nicely for us.âÂ
âFor what?âÂ
The voice of another lover joined the fray. You peeled your watery eyes up to find Reoâs curious expression sweeping between his two friends and your own flushed face. He didnât seem angry that you were being fondled by Bachira in broad daylightâin fact, Reo looked like he didnât feel anything.Â
He almost looked bored, sweeping those purplish hues to Isagi. âSo, are we finally doing it?âÂ
âHmm.âÂ
Doing what? You wanted to ask, but your head was tilted back, mouth falling open only for it to be filled by Bachiraâs tongue coaxing yours to come and play with his. His kissâif it could even be called thatâwas sloppy and unhurried, its full intention to leave you feeling shame and vulnerability in front of two of your other lovers.Â
Showing them how you easily folded and lost yourself to the sensations.Â
âMmâcan see her moving her hips,â Isagiâs lowered, husky voice shot a potent mix of desire and shame through your veins. âCheck how wet she is Meguru.âÂ
Abiding his best friend, Bachira dipped two fingers past the waistband of your sleep shorts. You mewled and tossed your head back when he swiped through your folds, teasingly circling your clit.Â
As soon as he gave you that wonderful friction, he retrieved it, leaving you high and dry.Â
âMeguru,â you whimpered. Bachira ignored you, holding his fingers up to the other two men; his digits glistening with your juices.Â
âI donât think she can wait anymore,â Reo murmured, and this time, you caught a flash of darkness in his otherwise kind eyes. âIsagiââ
âIâll go first.âÂ
Meguru nudged you firmly to face the approaching, dark-haired man. You couldnât keep your eyes off Isagiâs intense, blue eyes that were pinning you right to the spot like you were about to be burned on a stake. The fire came next when he reached out to caress your cheek, trailing his hand down your neck and grabbing your throat.Â
âTease her clit again,â he ordered, and Bachira playfully said,Â
âYes, captain.âÂ
Fuck. You were growing lightheaded from the combination of Isagi choking you and Bachira running slow circles on your throbbing clit. It was even filthier when you remembered Reo was watching, most likely getting off to your desperate pinched expressions.Â
âMeguru⊠YoichiâŠâ
Calling them by their first name seemed to spur on those two men. Meguru eased one finger past your tight ring of muscle, melting through your spongy walls and hooking the tip of this thick index right against your g-spot. He nudged it forward in a fluid motion, like how he would effortlessly send forward a ball across the field, forcing a yelp past your kiss-swollen lips.Â
Your vision was purely dominated by Isagiâs increasingly unhinged expression; the sweat bulleting down his forehead, his mouth parted in a silent snarl, those dark, beautiful eyes coaxing you to jump down a well just to feel his touchâŠÂ
âY-Yoichi.âÂ
As if he understood your deeper need, Isagi nodded feverishly at Bachira. âRemove her shorts⊠hold her open while I eat her out.âÂ
Dutifully, Meguru followed his friend's instructions. You watched with wide, unblinking eyes as Yoichi got to his knees, his mouth so close to where you needed him the most.
Bachira slung your shorts down your ankles, revealing the sweet shape of your mound and the even sweeter treasure hidden in between your folds. Like a man hellbent on a mission, Yoichi gently pried your clit from under her hood, revealing the throbbing bud waiting to be licked, sucked or loved on.Â
You barely had time to catch your breath before his mouth was on you.Â
Every man in this house ate you out differently. Reo was more careful and controlled. Nagi was languid and tended to overstimulate you. Barou loved to have your legs on his shoulders as he dove in between your thighs.Â
But, Isagi was different; he ate you out with the determination of a man who had to prove he was the best in every way.Â
The feeling of his tongue swiping through your folds, those perfect pink lips sealing around your clit and how he sounded like he was making out with your pussy made you clench down on thin air.Â
âYoichiâŠâ you breathed.Â
Bachira went to work on stimulating you, too, tugging your shirt above your head and pinching your nipples again.Â
Both boys were so intent on driving you to the edge, that they didnât realise the group of spectators they were attracting.Â
From the corner of your watery eyes, you noticed Rin standing, arms crossed over his broad shoulders and frosty glareâtainted with jealousyâdirected towards the man in between your thighs. Kunigami had just gotten out of the shower, so his hair was still damp while Barou had returned from a workout, his muscles swollen and shiny with sweat. Chigiri and Nagi were the only ones probably still asleep, though you had little doubt your stream of moans would wake them up out of curiosity.Â
Meguru flicked the tip of his nails on your nipples, the sharp sting sending bites of pleasure right to your core.Â
âMeguââ you were interrupted again by another sloppy kiss.Â
âTch. Youâre all such fucking horndogs.â Rinâs grumble was white noise behind the blood rushing in your ears.Â
â... youâre not complainingâŠâÂ
âShut upâŠâÂ
A sharp nip to your flesh inner thigh wrenched you back to the present, and you gasped, making eye contact with Isagi and his raised brow.Â
âYouâre getting bored, Princess?âÂ
Without missing a beat, you shook your head. âN-no, âIchi. Mmâsorry.âÂ
He clicked his tongue, obviously not buying your lie. âHere you are getting your pussy eaten out by me and youâre focusing on the other boys. Just admit that youâre a fucking cockwhore, Y/N.âÂ
You gaped at his words, and your rage was lost when Bachira dragged you back to the counter, arranging you face down and ass up.Â
âM-Meguruâ!âÂ
âCome on, who wants to fuck her first,â he boldly exclaimed, shaking you to the core. âSheâs ready for a baby.âÂ
You burned from the inside out at how cheaply he was treating you; that sensation amplified by the sharpest slap of humiliation across your cheeks, Bachiraâs handprint glowing warmly on your skin. He spanked you again, matching his mark on your right cheek to your left one, letting you cry out and clench down on thin air. Â
âMe.â A deep, resonate voice which you loved having at your ear while he fucked you on every Monday night. After allâa King always went first.
As one of the bigger guys, Barouâs physique gave him the advantage over the others to call dibs on you first, his undeniably good genetics and strong bone structure a contender for healthy babies.Â
You felt Bachiraâs warmth melt from your side to be replaced by the feel of Shoeiâs toned thighs pressed against your rear.Â
He soothed the spanks left on your skin with one large, coarse palm, and hummed deeply.Â
âYou ready, pretty?âÂ
Nodding, you turned your head to the side, unable to believe that you were in such a vulnerable position to be fucked by the entire football team.Â
You werenât going to lieâyou had imagined yourself in this position before. But, it was always in your wildest fantasies; to be defiled by the football team in your tiny uniform behind the bleachers. If you were being honest, every girl on campus had the same daydream, but you were closer to the unattainable. The entire idea was such a cliche, and yet, here you were, in a room full of hungry, testosterone-fuelled men who eagerly waited to have their turn with youâthe pretty cheerleader from their bygone days before the world tried to kill humanity off.Â
Barou wasted no time in sinking his thick cock into you, groaning as your body took him inch by inch. He rubbed your hips, leaning forward to gently thumb your nipple. âThere you go, baby. Taking me so well.âÂ
His words were a stark contrast from his actions. Shoei gave a low, guttural groan when he bottomed out, a dirty thrill shooting down your spine at the feel of his entire cock moulding with your walls as seven other men gaze lustfully at you.Â
Through the shine of an old kettle on the counter top, you noticed Isagi palming himself through his shorts. Bachira was blatantly jacking himself off, one hand inside his sleep shorts. Kunigami was sitting on the sofa, staring at you slack-jawed and completely hard under his towel. Reo was the more subtle one, furtively glancing around and looking slightly uncomfortable, but still unable to tear his eyes from you.Â
Chigiri and Nagi had woken up, and Rin was standing a little ways by the door, distancing himself from the activities taking place.
For a split second, you felt bad for himâRin was supposed to have you today, but he had to wait for his turn as the other guys fucked you; figuratively and literally blue-balled by his own teammates. It wouldâve made you mad on his behalf if you werenâtâ
âOw!âÂ
A sharp tug on your roots snapped your head back, and your cry bounced off the walls. Barouâs lips were on your neck, his hot breath fanning across your neck.Â
âDid I tell you you could be distracted? Pay attention to when your King fucks you.â
From the back, you heard Bachira snicker, but every thought flew out of your head when Barou set a pace which had your toes curling in your house slippers. He clamped one hand around the delicate roots of your hair, while the other guided your hips to meet his halfway.
The sound of balls hitting flesh filled the air, along with your animalistic groans and Barouâs deep ones. You heard a few more muffled groans, and someone cursing, but your thoughts were doused in wet cotton, growing heavier and fuzzier.Â
You could barely keep your eyes open, only cognizant of Barouâs cock shaping your walls and the impending ball of heat waiting to unravel right under your navel. Meeting his thrusts cleanly, soft mewls fell from your plush lips like dew, mingling with a bit of drool puddling onto the counter right under your mouth.Â
Barou was fucking you stupid and the other men knew it. He couldnât stop the feral grin splitting his face in half when your hips bucked, a little slutty tick which told every man you were about to cum.Â
Without warning, you felt wet warmth fill you to the brimâyour first load of the day taken like a champ.
Shoei hadnât let you cum, and you reeled back from the disappointment with barely any grace; your soft sob was replaced by a moan when another man lined up his cock to your stuffed entrance.Â
You smelled his fresh pine cologne before you saw him, and sensed Rinâs impatience the second he gripped your jaw and wrenched your face back for a deep, frenzied kiss.Â
âFucking whore,â he whispered into the heat of your mouth. âLetting the other boys feel you up when itâs my turn with you today. Whereâs your shame?âÂ
Your answer melted as one with a dulcet moan when Rin slid two fingers in between your swollen folds, testing the waters of your arousal. He barely cared when his digits were coated with a combination of Barouâs cum and your juices; he just stuck those soiled, pale and nimble fingers which couldâve rivalled a skilled pianist down your throat. You gagged on them, eyes going blurry and all teary from the flavouring of sin heavy on your tongue.Â
âRin,â you hiccuped, and he hummed.Â
âTake me deeper, baby.âÂ
His command brought a throbbing wave of desperation arresting you from head to toe. You tried to bring his fingers further down your gullet, but gagged when he was almost knuckle-deep.Â
âMhpmh!â Your syrupy moan made every man groan, the sheer desperation in how you attempted to fully swallow Rinâs fingers a commendable feat considering he had absurdly thick fingers to match his height.Â
âGood girl,â Rin praised you in a husky voice when he felt your throat bob around his digits. âYouâre really such the perfect fuckdoll, huh? Always so ready for us.âÂ
âMhmmâŠâ your eyes rolled back into your head, your entire body tensing when you felt his cock slowly breach past your tight ring of muscle.Â
âFucking take this dick, baby, I know you can,â the youngest striker urged, his words beyond filthy compared to the other men. Rin was one of the only few people in this house who could talk you through the immense pleasure, and you loved him all the more for it.Â
His obscene mouth would never fail to leave you reeling from the difference in his demeanour; sour and quiet when he wasnât fucking you, to brash and downright filthy when he was egging you towards an orgasm.Â
You loved Rin and his duality; lived to watch it come to life.
You wanted to swallow him down and eat him up whole to satiate the deep well of lust inside of you no matter the price.Â
âRinâŠâ you gurgled past his fingers. âMhmmmore.âÂ
âMore?â he interpreted your gurgles with the ghost of a chuckle. You quite liked it when Rin laughed even if it was a soft exhale; it made you feel lighter to hear his happiness. He hummed and plunged his fingers back down your throat, playing with the soft palate of your tongue, while his cock inched deeper and deeper into your sacred heat.
The second he bottomed out, his forehead thumped onto your shoulder, a long drawn out groan of relief radiating warmth right into your throbbing heart. Rinâs reactions were adorable as they were pussy stirring, his duality further exacerbated by those spit-slicked fingers retracting from your mouth and moving down to your puffy clit.
He gently rubbed circles into them, catching you whenever you bucked into his embrace. His lips were on your neck, his hot breath expelling heated groans onto the sensitive skin. Every single shaky circle on your sensitive nub was pulling you closer and closer into a white hole of pleasure.
Your moans were reaching fever pitch, and the entire house was doused with the arousal of seven men who couldnât wait to fuck you.
The boys whispered something over your stream of mewls and your feet were off the ground, your limp body in Rinâs arms. Without a second to spare, he brought you to the main bedroom where the largest bed could fit at least three men.Â
There, he laid you down, your head dangling off the edge so your mouth was hanging wide open for the next man to defile.Â
Rin eased himself in between your spread thighs, placing a kiss onto your sternum almost reverently and leaving more pressees on your jaw and cheeks. You felt someone else rustle up towards the other side of the bed, and your eyes met Kunigamiâs darkened ones. His towel was shed off, a heap on the floor, and his long, girthy cock throbbed in anticipation over your face.Â
âOpen up for me, pretty girl,â Rensuke murmured, grazing your cheek and then hooking a thumb on your bottom lip to spread you wider. You whined, overstimulated on both ends when you felt both men sink into you at the same time. Rin bottomed out the second Rensuke hit the back of your throat, making you jerk and gag.Â
The both of them were bigâfar too big for your smaller body. It was a struggle to take them both and you felt your body reacting to the impossible feat.
âSsh, ssh,â Rin whispered into your hair. âRelax, baby. You can take us, I know you can.â
With watery eyes, all you could do was mewl, hips bucking pathetically. Rinâs long girth was directly hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and Rensuke was splitting your throat in half. You felt like you could drown in their musk and the thick scent of sex in the air.Â
Something bitter hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, about to spit Rensuke out when he clamped one hand on your throat, telling you to keep him there if you wanted to know what was good for you.Â
âHold me, sweetheart. Hold it,â the large football player murmured. You were sure your entire system was going haywireâyour pussy and mind in war to come out at the top of your frazzled emotions.Â
One of your hands was buried in Rinâs hair, and another was perched on Kunigamiâs thigh, trying to ease him down your battered throat.Â
Without warning, the other man withdrew his thick length from your mouth, splatters of drool dripping down your chin and neck; defiling you even more.Â
âFucking hurry it up, Rin,â Kunigami growled, throwing the other striker a murderous look which juxtaposed his usually kind expression jarringly. âI need to cum in her.âÂ
Rin grunted, returning the other strikerâs glare with a hostile one of his own. âShut the fuck upâlet me have this with her.â Kunigami stroked himself, trying to keep himself hard as Rin started to jackhammer into your willing cunt.
Your screams of pleasure echoed around the room, contrasting with the other menâs deep growls and groans. It sounded like a smorgasbord of erotic sounds, complemented by the slap of Rinâs balls on your ass.Â
The youngest man was close on the verge of his orgasm, his face pinched and drawn. You thought he wouldâve taken this chance to cum and ignore your pleasure, like Barou did, but you were sorely wrong when it came to Rin. He pressed a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing it soft and sweet, increasing the pressure when you started to buck and whine into his embrace.Â
You smelled the sting of his sweat, felt it drip into your open mouth, tainting it with the taste of Kunigamiâs precum and his own excitement.Â
âIâm close,â you sobbed out, arms like vines around his shoulders, nails stabbing into his back. âGâna cum, Rin-Rinâfuck, donât stop, please donât stop.â
He shook his head, a feral look of pure determined arousal lighting those beautiful features. âCum for me, baby. Make a messâshow the other guys how much you love my cock.âÂ
Your back arched, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. Your thighs tensed around his waist, almost clamping the air out of his lungs from how hard you were clenching around him. The minute ticks, the red lines you left down his back, and your eyes rolling back into your skull arrived at a blinding crescendo.
âOh! Ugh, Rinâ!âÂ
Your first orgasm hit you like a brick wall, steamrolling every thought from your blank mind. Rinâs face fell into the crook of your neck, and his stuttering hips brought forth a fountain of warmth flowing freely into your womb.Â
You were coasting, high on hormones and pleasure, when he disappeared from your embrace, only to be replaced by another body. Kunigamiâs lips on your skin were like warm fluttering butterfly wings, slowly bringing you back to the ground.
âIâm here next, okay, baby?â His tender tone didnât prepare you for how his cock stretched you out.Â
âToo big,â you muttered, losing every shred of your composure and shame to hiccup those dirty words. âYouâre t-too big.â
âYeah?â He kissed your tears away. âArenât you glad I can stretch you out? Give your sweet body some practice when you have to push out our babies?âÂ
His words ignited a flame right in your lower bellyâmaking you cry out when Rensuke started to slip inside your already overflowing hole. Gushes of white streaked your thighs, the other menâs releases staining the bed underneath you.Â
As you got used to his slightly wider girth, you didnât expect Kunigami to roll you on your hands and knees. His cock slid back into your waiting heat, the angle making him feel bigger, and stretching you out even more.Â
But, it also placed you face to face with the other guys who were eyeing you hungrilyânone more so than Reo.Â
One thick hand wound the hair around the nape of your neck to snap your head up, keeping you firmly in place to watch the lust dancing in their eyes.
âYou really should see how fucking sexy you look, baby,â Chigiri hummed, those bright eyes latched onto the spot where you and Kunigami were connected. âWe could eat you wholeâyou fucking little slut.â
âSo pretty,â Reo cooed, and Nagi nodded in agreement.Â
The lilac-haired man got bold enough to stride up to you, perching himself on the edge of the bed where your swinging tits were mesmerising him.Â
âRaise her up a little bit, Ren.âÂ
Kunigami obeyed Reoâs orders, settling on his haunches and bringing you up with one arm securely snug around your neck. Your tinier hands fluttered to the thick trunk of his forearm as if trying to pry him off, the breath in your lungs knocked out by Rensukeâs headlock.Â
But, whatever bit of oxygen you managed to inhale from Kunigamiâs loosening hold was taken away as Reo leaned forward to kiss and suck your tits. He massaged the neglected one with one hand, his lips busy toying with your right nipple. You watched with bated breath as his tongue caressed the hardening flesh, the firm suction of his lips on the vulnerable flesh sending pangs of pleasure straight to your core.
You cried out, throwing your head back to bump Rensukeâs chin. He grunted, and shifted his arm a bit so he could grasp your neck instead, holding you steady as his cock wrecked you and Reoâs mouth on your tits continued driving you insane.
âSheâs drooling,â Nagi drawled, catching their attention.Â
Every eye zeroed in on your blissed-out face, your mouth parting and a little bit of spit dripping past your chin. Kunigami chuckled, breathless and almost feral when he leaned forward to sloppily make out with you.Â
The sound of wet lips smacking on each other and a big cock stirring you closer to another orgasm made every man in the room throbâeven those who had already come. Every footballer was thinking of the numerous ways he could bend you over and fuck you hard until you squirted all over them; each of their mindâs eye tainted with your sweet moans and even sweeter release.
You gave a short scream, your orgasm catching everyone off guard when you almost folded forward if it wasnât for Reo catching you. Your body was shuddering like someone had tasered youâa pure scream of pleasure rebounding across the thin walls.
Reo held you as you sobbed, your release triggering Kunigamiâs own orgasm. More warmth filled you up and you had lost track of how many men had already came in you; your brain a complete mush with no solid thoughts in it.
Like clockwork, another cock filled youâthis time it was Reoâs againâand your mouth was stuffed with someone else's length. You were dragged into a cowgirl position by Reo who let Nagi mount you from the back, both of their lengths taking turns pistoning into your stretched out heat.
âDisgusting,â someone muttered in disdain over the sounds of two men concurrently fucking one woman. Neither of you cared, and you were pulled into a sloppy makeout session with Nagi as Reo continued sucking and licking your already reddened nipples.
Every part of your orifice was swollen, but you still took Chigiri without complaint when it was his turn. You were already like jelly at this point, your entire body sagging on the bed and going numb from the neverending pleasure.
Thankfully, he was quicker, cumming into you within minutes, and kissing you on the forehead afterwards. Your hole was stuffed to the brim with white hot cum, and you thought you couldnât take anymore until you felt Bachira sliding behind you, hitching your thighs up.
âHey, Princess,â the golden-eyed menace cooed. âDid you think we would forget about you?âÂ
You felt the bed dip, and Isagiâs face swam in your vision. He came closer to give you a kiss, and his lips felt like a soothing balm on a hot day.Â
âYoichi,â you whispered, eyes heavy and body already close to shutting down from exhaustion. âMâso tired.â
âI know, pretty girl, I know,â the dark-haired man whispered. âBut, Meguru and I havenât had our turn with you yet. It would be unfair if we didn't, right?â He gently stroked your cheek, voice saturated with fake sympathy. âYou wouldnât want us to not fuck you after youâve already taken everyoneâs cock, right? Youâre not that cruel to deny us, are you, baby?â
âFucking twisted weirdo,â you heard another person quip. But, you were too far gone to stop the collision of his lips on yours, that skilled mouth drinking away all of your complaints.
As he distracted you, Bachira slipped his thick and veiny cock right into your waiting cunt, his groan low and erotic against your shoulder.Â
âHowâre you still so wet and tight after so many rounds?â He nipped your shoulder in frustration, setting a pace that rutted your body back and forth on the soft sheets. âYouâre a fucking nympho, babyâso needy for our cocks.â
âShut up,â you groaned in between Yoichiâs hot mouth pressing onto yours. You tried to squirm away to get back some of your lost breath, but Isagi refused to let you part from his lips. He chased after you, mouth sealing over yours again and again as you tried to twist your head this way and that.Â
Strings of spittle clung to both of your chins, and that sick part inside of you which wanted more pushed the voice of common sense in your head out of the wayâmaking you fall head over heels for Yoichiâs mouth on yours. You kissed him back with as much hunger and zeal as your tired body could muster, pushing your boundaries right to the very edge.Â
Isagiâs ego fed heartily on your submission, greedily taking everything you gave him.
By the end of this sloppy makeout session, your lips were tingling, and Bachira had already come inside of youâgetting off to the sight of his best friend and the girl they were sharing stuck in an intimate lip lockdown.
The last man to take you was drawing it out. He took your face in his hands, nudging you free from Bachiraâs grasp and rolling you into his arms.
âOut,â Isagi commanded, in a tone that broke no argument. âLeave me and Y/N alone.â
The rest of the guys began to grumble, but one sharp glare from the terrifying striker was enough to quiet everyone down. Indisputably, Yoichi ran the show, and his ego was bigger than any of theirs combinedâthe lesser knew when to give way to someone who could devour them without regrets.
Everyone turned to leave, and the last one was Rin who hovered by the doorway, unwilling to abandon you to Yoichiâs devices. The other dark-haired man shot his nemesis a frigid stare that couldâve frozen over Hellâs fires.
âOut, Itoshi.âÂ
The younger man countered his superiorâs glare with a mutinous one of his own.Â
âWhoâs to say you wonât hurt her?â Rinâs nostrils flared, flickering his gaze to your closed eyes and limp body. âWe canât trust you with her.â
Isagi snorted. âIf you want to watch, be my guest. Iâll fuck her so good sheâll forget about you assholes.â
The competition was on, and you were the final prize for these men to win. But, it wasnât just your body they wantedâeach of them fought to secure your womb so it would grow their fruits and give them the family they dreamed of.Â
You were their greatest treasure, and they would go to the ends of the earth to make sure you were safeâeven watching the other men to make sure none of them would hurt you.Â
Isagi was a packaged dynamite waiting to blow; he was too unpredictable and Rin would hate himself if he pushed you too far or injured you in any shape or form. He planted himself against the wall, arms folded across his chest while those searing teal eyes watched you gasp and preen for Isagiâs attention.Â
The dark-haired man was playing with your clit, using the dirtiest tactic to rile you up so you would explode in pleasure for him. His mouth was toying with your swollen nipples, and Rin winced when he bit on the tender nub, earning your shriek. It didnât take a genius to see you were hanging on the tether of your sanity, and with your body already keyed up to the hundreds, your next orgasm was sure to leave you delirious.
Your small hands wound up in his hair, holding him close despite the excruciating pleasure. If Yoichi was the current wrecking you apart, he was also the life buoy you clung on to as your body coasted on the unending pleasure.
âI donât even need to make you wet, baby,â he breathed right into the shell of your ear, gripping your hips hard. âYouâre already so stretched out for me.â
Your breathing caught, a hitched moan echoing around the room when he sank deep into your heat with little to no prep. Isagi kissed you on your lax mouth, and tasted your tears right on his tongue.
âYou okay, baby?â He forced your face to his, and your eyes fluttered open. All you could give was a tired nod, and he grinned down at you. âOkay. Are you ready?âÂ
You nodded again, and that was when another person caught your attention. âRin?âÂ
âMâhere,â the other dark-haired striker murmured, his eyes softening with fondness when you smiled at him. âIâll make sure you get your rest afterwards.â
You hummed, and the idea of knocking off to sleep sounded so good, your eyes had already slipped close.Â
âHeyâfocus on me, sweetheart.â
Isagiâs hand around your neck squeezed down, cutting off your air supply. You gasped and sputtered, eyes rolling wide open. His grin was feral, touched with a hint of insanity. âGood girl. Now, watch me fuck you, sweetheart.â
He pushed your back onto the pillows, and your eyes instantly went to where you both were connected. Isagiâs pretty cock was smeared with your juices and the other menâs cum, the sight alone so filthy it made your cheeks flush.
ââIchi,â you hiccuped, going dumb on every stroke of his heavy cock against your velvet walls. âI-Iâm close.âÂ
Your pussy fluttered around his length, the overstimulation touching you like a livewire. He rolled his hips into yours, the sloppy sounds of your pussy getting him higher than any risky goal. There was a reason he went last, and it was because he wanted to savour the sounds you were making; the way your pretty eyes went all glassy and hazy just for him.Â
Isagi loved you so fucking much, he swore he couldnât breathe when you started to chant his name.
ââIchi, âIchi,â you gasped out, twisting in his grip, your back arching. âK-Kiss me, âIchi.âÂ
He obliged you, ignoring the jealous presence waiting right in the wings, waiting for him to fuck up. But, Isagi was gentle with you. He tenderly planted hot, open-mouthed kisses onto your parted lips, drinking in your sweet whines and mewls of desperation. Isagi himself wasnât in control of his body; that was the effect you had on him.
You drove him crazy with your supple love and beautiful smiles. Everytime you looked at him, it felt like he had been shot right in the chest. Yoichi was so, so crazy for you, and luckily for him, your feelings were the same.
He let Rin get an eyeful of you licking his lower lip, your treacherous side coming to light when you blatantly showed off your preference for the unassuming striker. The other man looked like he was swallowing shards of concrete, his expression twisted in disgust. But, Isagi had already given him an out and Rin didnât want to take itâhe was stuck with the consequences of his actions.Â
âYoichi,â you sighed out his name, all stickily sweet in your high-pitched moan. âI love you, âIchi.âÂ
âYeah?â Isagi grunted, your little confession going straight to his burgeoning ego. âSay it louder, baby. Tell the whole world what you feel for me.â
âI love you,â your gasp of pleasure when he changed the angle of his driving hips fed the monster inside of him. âI love you!âÂ
âFuck,â Isagi bit down on your neck, leaving behind a mark for the other men to see. Rinâs own marks were on your shoulders and breasts, but Isagi had gone one step further to make his impression on the tender skin between your neck and jawâright above your pulse point. It was so every beat of your heart echoed with his imprint and every time any of the boys looked at you, they were reminded of who you loved the most.
 ââIchi,â you gasped out, and your stuttering hips told Isagi you were already close. Your thighs tensed around him, and he fueled your unravelling further by rubbing on your clit with his rough thumb, the action making you jerk and gasp like you had been electrocuted.
âYoichi⊠âIchi⊠Yoichi!â you cried out his name as your body gave one final pushâyour release slamming into you with the force of a thousand brick walls, dragging you straight into darkness.
You thought you mightâve died in this instance. Your entire body felt too heavy, and you could physically hear every beat of your heart.
Someone was holding you tightly to his chest, his lips peppering gentle kisses on your face. You pried your eyes open after what felt like two hours trying to recollect your bearings, only to find a pair of teal eyes gazing down at you in worry.
âBaby?â Rinâs voice was soft and unintrusive. He let you get used to the bright light of a warm afternoonâwatching you stretch yourself and ease your muscles.
âWhat time is it?â you asked in a thick voice. Staring down your body, someone had cleaned you up and dressed you in Kunigamiâs oversize t-shirt and Rinâs boxers. You felt refreshed and well-taken care of, your entire heart swelling eight times its size to fit your love for every man in there.
Rin leaned forward and you caught his face with your shaky palms, caressing those defined cheekbones.Â
âYou slept for almost an hour. Bachira thought you had died.âÂ
You stifled a giggle, tracing your thumbs over the shape of his mouth. Rin let you pull him in for a kiss, and like the worrywart he was, he didnât deepen it, not wanting to give into the insatiable lust humming in his veins.
If you thought one horny, touch-starved man was a handful, you hadnât expected the other seven to come through the door and pile up on the bed, each of them clamouring to cuddle you.
You giggled when Nagi tripped over Reo to snuggle up on your left side, only to be stopped by Bachira who literally yanked the taller man out of the way to steal his place. In the end, you took turns cuddling with each man, their deep sigh of relief that things had turned out great and not as weird as they thought, fed right into your relaxed soul.Â
As sunlight streamed in through the blinds, the outside world may be in an upheaval, but within these four walls, you were as safe as you could be in your favourite football teamâs arms.
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73 Questions with Mrs. Leclerc - cl16
pairing: husband!charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: in which you do a 73 questions interview with Vogue OR charles can't help but third wheel your interview warnings: none??? just cute fluff basically, NOT PROOFREAD word count: 2.1k author's note: I actually got a request by someone to do this and thought it was such a CUTE idea and concept. I obviously didn't do ALL 73 questions cause that would've taken forever. But thought this was a cute little piece to do. I hope you enjoy and don't forget to let me know what you think don't be shy !! xoxo
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
THE DELICATE FOLDS of the pale pink sundress fluttered like petals in a gentle breeze, framing your figure with a soft, ethereal elegance. As the front door yielded to the push, the fabric danced around your legs, caressing the tender skin of your thighs with a whisper of touch. Your radiant smile illuminated the scene, a beacon of joy amidst the fluttering fabric and nervous flutter of butterflies in your stomach.
âHey!â The male voice chimed brightly, his tone cheerful as a songbird greeting the dawn, echoing through the air with an infectious energy that mirrored your own bright smile.
âHey!â You respond with effervescent warmth, your smile stretching across your face like a sunbeam breaking through clouds. With a graceful gesture, you swing the door open wider, revealing the inviting warmth of your homeâs foyer. The soft light spills in, casting a golden glow over the polished floors and elegant furnishing. The first thing to notice is the giant painting of a Ferrari Formula One car, hung high above the entry way table. Â
âLook who we have here! Itâs Mrs. Leclerc!â A delicate blush warms your cheeks, a subtle reminder of the tender affection that tingles within you whenever youâre addressed as such. Though you and Charles have been together for many years, your marriage has infused your relationship with a fresh sense of intimacy and closeness. And despite that itâs been almost five years, the title of âwifeâ feels forever new and unfamiliar.
âOn a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?â
âI would say 8, so Iâm super excited!â With a gentle click, you shut the front door behind you, enveloping the foyer in a tranquility as you made your way down the hallway to the kitchen. Along the way, you stooped to pick up a scattering of childrenâs toys that lay scattered like confetti on the polished wooden floors, offering a quick apology for the perceived âmess.â However, you couldnât help but inwardly smile at the orchestrated chaos around you. While the house was meticulously maintained by the cleaning company before the video shoot, every detail was carefully curated to strike the perfect balance between lived-in warmth and elegance, ensuring a setting that felt both inviting and authentic to you and the viewers.
âAny reason for that?â
In the heart of the home lies a kitchen adorned with a stunning green cabinet motif. The cabinets, painted in a rich emerald hue, exude an air of sophistication and charm, perfectly complemented by gleaming brass hardware. Sunlight filters through the vast array of windows, casting a warm glow over the polished marble countertops.Â
âYou mean other than the fact that the kids go back to school soon?â You and the interviewer let out a soft laugh as you made your way behind the kitchen island, opening the fridge in a smooth motion to pull out a water bottle. âWant one?â
âNo, but thanks though!â His voice is light-hearted.Â
As the fridge door remains open, a tantalizing glimpse is offered to the audience of its well-stocked interior. A colorful array of fresh produce fills the shelves, showing an abundance of vibrant fruits and crisp vegetables. Among the healthy offerings, assortment of juice boxes catches the eye, adding a playful touch to the wholesome scene.
âThatâs a lot of juice boxes you have in there.â He makes a comment, itâs not a question, but you take it as one.
âTwo kids and a husband,â You start, your tone light and casual before lowering your voice into a conspiratorial whisper for the camera, âwho practically is also a kid, results in a lot of juice boxes.â With a playful wink directed at the lens, you punctuate the statement, adding a touch of humor to the scene. Setting the water bottle down on the expansive kitchen counter, you resume your easy demeanor, effortlessly blending candor and charm for your audience.
âHey!â Your head shoots over, the camera seamlessly following your gaze to where Charles, your husband,sits on the floor of the living room, two of your kids, aged two and three, beside him with an abundance of toys strewn about. âI heard that!â Charles retorts with mock offense, a playful grin lighting up his face as he joins in the banter.
The living room exudes a chic sophistication with a distinct Formula One flair. Charcoal-gray walls provide a sleek backdrop, accentuating the mounted flat-screen television. A striking statement piece dominates one cornerâa display of artwork showcasing all of the racetracks Charles has conquered â infusing the room with a sense of triumph and energy. A plush white sofa, adorned with an array of vibrant red pillows, invites relaxation and style. Across the room, a sizable shelf proudly showcases a collection of racing helmets, some belonging to Charles and others gathered over time, adding a personal touch to the space. Below the television, was a long console table that was adorned in various plants and photos of your family. You couldnât help but smile as you glanced at them.
With a casual wave of your hand, you dismiss Charlesâs playful interruption, maintaining your position at the kitchen island as the camera refocuses on you. The gesture carries an air of affectionate familiarity, a gentle reminder of the dynamic energy that permeates your bustling household.
âIf you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?â
âDefinitely Austin Butler.â You answer almost immediately, no hesitance in your voice.
âHey!â Charlesâs playful yelp echoes through the room once more, accompanied by the joyful laughter of your children. One nestled in his lap, the other engrossed in a picture book, their presence adding warmth and vitality to the room. You share a knowing smile with Charles, the affectionate banter a familiar melody to your family life.
The laughter of the interviewer joins the playful exchange. The camera effortlessly captures the dynamic interaction between all of you with ease.
You roll your eyes playfully, âRestez en dehors de ça.â Stay out of this!
âArrĂȘte de faire semblant de vouloir faire lâamour avec quelquâun dâautre que moi!â Stop pretending you want to make love with anybody but me!
With a mischievous gleam in your eye, you turn back to the camera, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. âCan I change my answer?â You inquire, injecting a hint of playful anticipation into your tone.
âSure,â the interviewer replies.
âYouâre supposed to say no,â You quip with a chuckle.
âOh, um no?â
With a playful pout, you glance over at Charles who is already staring at the interaction. A smile adorned on his face like he is in complete awe of you, regardless of what you are saying. âSorry honey!â You wave your hand around. âAnswers are final!â
Leaving the kitchen behind, you make your way towards the backyard, where the promise of relaxation and leisure awaits. Stepping through the door, youâre greeted by the sight of a large pool shimmering under the sunlight, its crystal-clear waters beckoning for a refreshing dip. Surrounding the pool, lounge chairs are strategically place, some on the poolâs ledge, inciting you to bask in the sun while enjoying the cool water. A wide arrangement of pool floaties from unicorns to racecars litter the pool as well.
Itâs a breathtaking sight: a vast expanse of bright blue skies stretching overhead, adorned with barely a wisp of cloud in sight. The warm rays of sun dance upon your skin. With a stylish flourish, you slip on a pair of your favorite Ray-Bans, a subtle nod to your husbandâs sunglass collection.Â
âVintage or new?â
You ponder for a moment as you stand in the backyard, a breeze blowing your hair behind your shoulders. âDepends, but definitely vintage.â
âWindow or aisle seat?â
âAisle, although Charles likes to take the aisle more.â
âWhat are three things you canât live without?â
âWait, do my children count as two of the three?â
âUp to you.â
âOkay, so my two children. And my lip gloss.â You laugh, pausing for effect. âKidding! My two kids, and my lip glossâŠâ You pause, jokingly. âAnd my husband of course.â The light-hearted remark reflects the joyful chaos of humor and love in your life. âHeâs really the sweetest man. Iâm so lucky.â
The glass door slides open with a whisper, and into the frame steps Charles, his presence incessant. With a carefree demeanor, he approaches you clad in a pair of baggy jeans and a plain white t-shirt that stretched at the seams from his muscles. He presses soft kisses to your cheeks, the stubble of his own rubbing against your smooth skin, his love evident in each tender kiss.
âDĂ©solĂ©,â Sorry. He apologizes before pecking another kiss to your cheek. âTellement ambrassable.â Just so kissable. He places one more on your cheek, your face bright red from the cameraâs catching all of this.
âLooks like he canât be far from you for very long.â
Charles looks at the camera, a glint in his eye with a large smile, like he was the happiest man on earth, and nothing could dampen his spirits. Especially with you nearby. âEst-ce que tu la vois?â Do you see her?
The interviewer, unaware of Charlesâs words, simply nods in response behind the camera lens, acknowledging the affection in his tone. Later translations will reveal the depth of Charlesâs words no doubt. Elle est tellement belle. Bien sĂ»r, je ne peux pas rester loin longtemps.â Sheâs so beautiful. Of course, I canât stay far long.
Your face is bright red as Charles remains at your side.
âWhere are the kids?â
âPut them down for a nap!â Charles answers, his arm slung over your shoulder as he leans on you comfortably.Â
As the interviewer continues the questionnaire, Charles canât resist interjecting with playful remarks and comments on almost every question. His spontaneous interruptions add an element of humor and spontaneity to the video, turning what could have been a standard interview into an entertaining and engaging exchange.
âHow do you define beauty?â âMy wife.â âCharles, the questions are for me!â
"What do you love most about your body?" "That's an easy one...I think her--" Charles begins, but you swat his chest and cut him off. "I love my arms. Not because they're that nice but they give me the ability to hold my children." Charles clicks his tongue, hating that you even implied something about yourself as 'not that nice'.
"Least favorite color?" "Red." Charles lets out a large gasp with a string of phrases in French, clearly hurt by your response. "It's a joke, mon amour!" "How did you know you were in love?" You look at Charles then, his eyes already on you, a soft smile pulling on both of your lips. "I can't remember a time when I wasn't in love with him. Probably when I realized I would rather be awake in the middle of the night, since he was traveling so much, just to talk to him for even a few minutes, instead of going to sleep." Charles plays with the ends of your hair, twirling the ends around his fingers as he chimes in. "We've known each other for so long. But, when I first met her, it was like meeting someone I've known my entire life. There was no awkward silences between us. We just clicked."
âDiamonds or pearls?â âPearls.â âMon chou, donât lie.â âIâm not!â âThe diamond on your finger says otherwise!â
âIf you made a documentary, what would it be about?â âCharlesâ brain. I seriously question what goes on in there sometimes.â âHey! Itâs only youâŠâ You raise your eyebrows at him, like heâs a liar. âAnd racing.â âDefinitely racing.â
âIf you had a tattoo, where would it be?â
Charles smirks deeply, like he knows something the world doesnât, the interviewer picks up on it. âWait, you have a tattoo? Can we see it?â
âNo! Itâs for me only.â
You playfully swat at Charlesâ chest, a playful blush coloring your cheeks as you both wander throughout the house, showcasing its beautiful dĂ©cor. Despite your embarrassment at Charlesâ antics, you canât help but be thankful for him easing your nerves. You werenât one for the public eye, normally. So, when you agreed to this interview it came out as quite a surprise.
âOkay final question of the day.âÂ
You both stand by the front door, the interviewer on the front step outside of the home.Â
âHugs or kisses?â
âDefinitely kiââ You donât get to finish your answer as Charlesâ fingers grasp onto your neck, his fingers sprawled along your jawline as well, and tugs your face into his. He shuts the door as soon as his tongue slips into your mouth.
Itâs a few seconds before you push him off you. âYouâre unbelievable!â
A giant smile spreads across his face as he looks down at you. âOnly for you, mon chou!â
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mr reca fic where heâs suffering a creative slump due to the lack of good scripts (by his standards) from various screenwriters. he feels himself going positively insane with every script heâs given.
itâs too dull. itâs too predictable. this one has no creative flair whatsoever!! that one just doesnât spark enough imagination!!!
itâs troublesome, really. some think heâs really going through it, while others believe the scripts heâs been given wonât bring him enough money. but really, who cares about monetary value when it is he who cannot even begin to picture himself enjoying the process that comes with each script?
and so that is how he finds himself wandering around aimlessly. sometimes the outdoors is necessary for the mind, and who knows? perhaps he really will find something that will give him a spark. hmm, those trees are looking a little dull. the sky overhead is too cloudy. hm? did he just hear thunderâ
something collides into his chest, a choked âoof!â following soon after. he stumbles backwards a little, papers flying through the air around him. he blinks once, twice, at the sight of you on the ground, muttering something under your breath before a sharp gasp escapes you, hastily scrambling to gather the papers fluttering and strewn around.
one such paper falls into his hands. he glances over its contents, skimming through it as he goes to pass it over to you with an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to freeze.
this⊠this is genius! this is absolutely the pinnacle of writing!! while a little rough around the edges (as drafts usually tend to be), his once clouded mind is now clear, giving way to a blank canvas which slowly depicts the imagery your writing induces. idea after idea pours into his brain as he can visualise exactly what he wants, his body trembling and heart pounding as he insantly fixates on your panicked form still collecting all the fallen papers.
âyes⊠yes! this is what i was looking for! everything about this is pure artistry! the possibilities are endless, the sky is the limit!!â
this is possibly the happiest and freest he has felt in what seems like eons! seriously, compared to those other mind-numbing scripts this truly is the pinnacle of writing itself.
a laugh full of pure, unadulterated glee escapes him, careful not to crinkle the god-sent paper cradled in his palms. âyou! youâre a genius!â
âiâm a whaâŠ?â
he whirls in the direction of the source of the voice, further praises and a proposal for a collaboration on the tip of his tongue, only for his breath to catch in his throat.
you⊠youâre so radiant! even with that disheveled appearance and absolutely adorable confused expression youâre giving him, he never realised such beauty existed! not only does your writing fill him with endless creativity, but his pounding heart, parched throat and warming skin tells him youâre definitely the main character!
but wait! if you were to be the main character, then would that make him the main characterâs love interest? surely he wouldnât have had such a clichĂ© meet-cute like bumping into each other if he wasnât the love interest! but what if there is a second love interest? no, no, he can oust themâŠ
you, on the other hand, believe youâre about to get whiplash instead of the man, baffled at how he instantly switched from a maniac to stark silence to muttering senselessly with a dreamy expression.
well, each to their own. you have more pressing matters, and thatâs to quickly return home and continue fantasising before you forget the idea! but first, you have to get the last piece of paper backâŠ
âum⊠sir? can i have my paper back, please?â
in an instant, he kneels in front of you. now that youâre at eye level, he certainly is very handsome. if you didnât know any better, you would have thought this was some movie or drama plot with him as the main lead! oh, but why is he holding your handsâ
âyes, i will spend the rest of my life with you.â
ââŠwhat?â
tldr; youâre just a silly writer who daydreams far too much for their own good, and somehow managed to bag top-tier director mr reca with the power of said daydreams. (his ever-growing obsession with you is concerning to say the least but, hey! what genius isnât at least a little insane?)
#sophie talks : concepts <3#HE IS JUST A SILLY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH COBGRATS FOR FINALLY BEING REAL AFTER SO LONG MR RECA MY LOVE#i wanna turn this into a long ficâŠ. delusional meets delusionalâŠ.. grrrâŠâŠ#when he sees u for the first time u have the sparkly shoujo filters and everything no i do not make the rules#mr reca x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#mr reca x you#honkai star rail x you#hsr x you
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cw: slightly suggestive! aizawa seeing his wife in literally anything gives you the same reaction: awe, admiration, love and lust.
he still canât believe he landed someone as beautiful as you. so when you walk into the house in a beautiful, blue floral sundress? someone might need to give him cprâthis man is on the verge of a heart attack from how stunning you are.
"honey, i'm home~" you giggle, slipping off your shoes and entering the living room, knowing your dark-haired husband is there. "hi shouta~" you give him a radiant smile and lean down to kiss his cheek.
he swallows hard. "whereâŠ" his voice is rough. "hm?" you tilt your head. he stands up, closing the distance between you, and slides his hands around your waist, pulling you closer. "where did youâŠ" aizawa trails off, admiring the dress on you.
"oh, this?" you glance down at the dress, then smile and rest your hands on his chest, looking up at him again. "it was a gift from a friend! she ordered it online, but it was the wrong size. instead of returning it, she gave it to me as an early birthday present!" you explain.
he nods, absorbing your words. "that was nice of herâŠ" he mutters, his thumb caressing your waist through the fabric. "it really was~!" you agree, nodding along, unaware that all heâs thinking about is how much he wants to tear that dress off of you. his fingers tighten slightly on your waist, pulling you even closer.
"shouta�" you notice the shift in his demeanor, the way his eyes have darkened with something more intense. "is everything okay?"
he doesn't answer right away, his gaze fixed on you, taking in every detailâthe way the dress flows down your body, the softness of your skin, the way your eyes sparkle as you look up at him.
"youâre just⊠perfect." aizawa murmurs, his voice low and rough.
you blush at his words, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you playfully swat his chest. "oh my love, you're such a flatterer." you tease.
he leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers, "not flattery, just the truth."
before you can respond, he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all the love and desire he feels for you into it. as the kiss deepens, his hands start to wander, his fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress, tracing the curves of your body.
you melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you kiss him back just as passionately.
finally, when you pull back for air, your forehead rests against his, both of you breathing heavily, hearts pounding. "i love you, shouta," you whisper, your voice full of emotion.
he smiles, his eyes softening as he gazes down at you. "i love you too. so much."
aizawa kisses you again, slower this time, savoring the moment. when he pulls away, he looks at you with a small grin, "i think it's about time we take that dress off of you."
you laugh and shake your head. "shouta, youâre insatiable."
"only for you."
#fluff#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha fluff#mha x reader#anime#bnha fluff#bnha x reader#my hero academia fluff#my hero academia x reader#boku no hero academia fluff#boku no hero academia x reader#suggestive#aizawa shĆta#aizawa shouta#mha aizawa#bnha aizawa#aizawa x reader#eraserhead#shouta aizawa#aizawa fluff#I WANT HIM#I NEED HIM CARNALLY#YES!
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" đđđđđđđđđđđ đđđđđđđđđ "
đđđđđđđ!đđđđ đđđđđ đ đđđđđđ â pristine and perfect, filled with grace and elegance, yet tainted with greed . . greed for you . .
gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / slight religious themes?, I suppose it's a fictional religion, I'm still world-building / pathetic and submissive yandere / suggestive content? / he paints the reader as a source of comfort / stalking, which is conveniently described as 'adorable' and 'innocent' behavior /
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: ok so the person mentioned is supposed to be the God of this world, their introduction will also be out soon enough . . currently dropping hints here because world-building fun!!
Takamoto was an Arch-angel, one of the highest ranked angels in heavenâhe was pure and truly the definition of elegance, he was never greedy, and he was almost always seen smiling or happy. For he, was truly contempt with his life, and position.
Takamoto was always someone who had truly been satisfied with all that he was given, he never craved moreâhe always thought and frankly believed, that he had received all that he deserved and that he should be contempt with what he has. He never really had any passion or desire for anything moreâhe was grateful with everythingâhe believed all his hardships had reasoning behind it, and that it will all eventually be solved. In fact a part of him believed he deserved any hardship he came by.
Many would believe he was naive for that sort of mindset, and many angels did truly believe him to be just that, yet against all odds he rose up the ranks fairly quickly for this sort of mindset, and of course his loyalty to his beliefs. Takamoto was sweet, he'd help everyone out, and would introduce new souls, and angels throughout the lands of heaven on his free time, he'd help guide souls and his fellow angels everywhere he could . . yet things slowly changed when he first met you . .
Takamoto was visiting, what could only be described as the countryside of heaven, with vast green fields, cozy homes, acres of farmland, etc . . He was checking in for this years harvest, as per high courts orders . . when he saw you, you were so graceful, your wings sparkled in the light, you were radiant, you're eyes glimmered as both of your eyes met for a brief moment . . he felt his heart skip a beat. . his face was heating up slightly, his face dusted with shades of bright pink.
His mouth hung slightly open, as his gaze lingered on you figure, taking in the sightâyour wings were lovely, much smaller than his . . were you a new soul? Perhaps you were a lower ranked angel and hence why you both never quite met . . He wanted to know more about youâhe need to know more about youâwhere were you going? . . . and before he knew it, he found himself following you, trailing behind you silently.
He found himself frequenting areas he last saw you, it was all so innocent at first, many of his fellow coworkers described him as a young schoolboy in love, teasing him for his oh so adorable behavior . .
Takamoto didn't notice how much you were invading his life, he hadn't even been able to hold a proper sentence with you yet . . . but even then his thoughts consumed of you, whenever he did paperwork, he'd doodle your face, his room was filled with various portraits of you . .
He found himself overtime growing desperate, impure thoughts flooding his mind, greed sinking its claws into his sensitive and naive hurtâhe was the utter picture of perfection, just look at him, he was everything an angel . . a human, anyone should be!?!? Why aren't you looking his way!â . . he took deep breaths, his own fingers digging into his skin, as he tried calming himself.
Gold drips from his arm, the bruise left from his fingers still freshâgolden blood stained his pretty pale fingersâpupils dilating as he took deep breaths, a ruined portrait of your face on the aisle, paint splatters surrounded him, tainting his legs, as a mirror lay broken on the floor.
"Fuck", he cussed softly, tears threatening to spill, his usually well-kept hair was a mess . . "why can't I draw them . . ?", he asked, his voice hoarse, as he tried his best to contain the anger he felt at that moment, "why can't I fucking draw them??", his nails dig into the floor, as the door creaked open.
You need to love him, you need to see him. He had never craved someone's validation, he deserved this, he deserved you! He could offer you everything, he was perfect! Everyone he knows, envied that about him . . surely you'd notice, you have too . .
He turned to face the person at the door, tears now dripping down his cheek, he mumbled something under his breath, before he started begging, "Please, please, help me . . my lord"
@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.
#yandere#yandere oc x reader#yandere oc#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere blog#yandere boy#yandere male#male yandere#yandere boyfriend#soft yandere#yandere x y/n#male yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere thoughts#yandere community#yandere scenarios#yancore#yan blog#yan x reader#yan oc#oc x reader#yande.re#yandere core#x reader#yandere fanfiction#obsessive yandere#actually obsessive
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DONâT YOU LOVE THE DEVIL?
â pairing | wanda maximoff x fem!reader
â synopsis | wanda was everything you wanted in a mom. she was kind and loving, even to those who werenât her own children. she, however, loved you in a very different wayâŠ
â warnings | porn with plot, non con that turns kinda dub con, smut, mommy kink, spanking, thigh riding, overstimulation, aftercare, wanda is a perv lmao (18+)
[word count: 3.4k]
Summer was always your favourite time. It meant avid beach trips, ice cream dates and - most importantly - bestie sleepovers. You enjoyed staying at Natasha's house, which was much larger than yours. Wanda, her mother, was always very kind to you, even more so than your own. Because of this, throughout high school, you found yourself always at the Maximoffâs. When you were going through a difficult time, you would always turn to her for support; she was a solid shoulder to cry on as her hushed whispers soothed you.
Much like your house, Natashaâs dad was never in the picture. And because Wanda never seemed to date, it was always just them two and sometimes you. Their house was your safe haven and Wanda was your beckoning angel. Now in your last year of college, you still find yourself coming to the older womanâŠ
Countless nights, you wished she was your mom instead.
Reaching into your pocket, you fumble around for the front key, feeling its familiar shape between your fingertips.
This was your usual routine â Natasha would text when she was nearly home from work, and youâd arrive shortly after, letting yourself in with the spare key she had given you months ago.
The door swings open with a soft creak, revealing the warmth of the home beyond. The living room is empty, just the faint hum of the TV can be heard.
As you step into the kitchen, the warm aroma of burnt vanilla envelops you. Wanda stands against the island, dressed in a large, red sweater and black skirt, with one hand scrolling through her phone as the other holds a glass of red wine. She looked radiant as ever. A grown woman confident in her own skin and her ability.
âHey, Wanda.â
She places her phone down and greets you warmly. âHey there, sweetheart. How are you?â
âIâm good.â You take a seat next to her and she busies herself with pouring you a glass of red. You watch her, marvelling at how effortlessly she moves around the kitchen, her movements always graceful and fluid.
"So," Wanda begins, setting the glass in front of you, "another bestie sleepover?"
âYep! Natashaâs going to be busy with Bucky next week so weâre spending as much time together.â
Wanda scoffs at the mention of her daughterâs partner, âYeah, she said something about going to his parentâs lake house for the week.â
You hum, reaching for a sip of the wine, awkward in the revelation of Wandaâs distaste for her daughterâs boyfriend. I mean, itâs not like you like him either. You hate him actually. He was always so weird about your friendship with the redhead, always starting arguments around how much you guys hang out together and how he thinks you have a crush on her.
Plus, Natasha was way out of his league and he sometimes treated her like shit. It was only last week when Natasha was complaining about how they had an argument during their date and Bucky left her to find her own way homeâŠ
âI really donât know what she sees in him.â
You sigh, setting the glass back down. âMe neither. Heâs an asshole.â
Lost in thought, you fail to notice Wandaâs approach until an arm laid upon your shoulder, and a hand twirled around your curls.
âYou know, I always thought Natasha would end up with you.â
Shocked by her confession, you try to respond - to deny that nothing would ever happened - but your mouth is unable to move as her nails scratch against your neck.
Wanda settles down in the stool beside you, hand retreating to stroke down your arm.
"I just don't understand. Heâs boring and doesnât deserve Tasha, whereas, youâre⊠youâre so much better than him.â She admits softly, her gaze fixed on you.
"Youâre so much more than him.â
You shrug, expelling a shaky breath as you watch her manicured nail draw patterns against your exposed skin.
Silence envelopes you both, Wanda deep in thought and you pretend to act calm about the fact that Wandaâs touch has trailed down to your hands, resting in your lap.
âYou know if I were herâŠâ Her breath flutters against your ear, âI wouldnât even think about anyone else⊠when I have you.â
Your heart skips a beat at her admission.
"I..." you begin, your voice catching in your throat as you struggle to articulate the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling within you.
It felt so wrong, and yet you didnât want her to stop.
To keep stroking your hand,
To keep whispering in your ear.
To keep close to you.
âI think⊠I want to kiss you.â Wanda murmurs, her thumb gently running over your lips.
But before you could say anything, she leaned in, her lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss.
âSo pretty.â She whispers, lips closing in once again, but the sudden closing of a door upstairs startles you both as you pull away. Eyes wide in fear that Natasha couldâve seen you kissing her mom.
Wanda leaves her seat, an unreadable expression on her face, and disappears into the living room, Natashaâs thundering footsteps break you from looking at her as she comes downstairs. Her hair is wet, her bangs clinging to her forehead. She mustâve been in the shower.
âYou made it!â Natasha exclaims before briefly hugging you and dragging you with her upstairs, âCome on. Letâs watch a movie.â
âŠ
A few hours later, and a few movies down, you end up back in the kitchen, in search of a drink. You spot Wanda in the living room watching a show, her presence both comforting and unnerving. No longer elegantly dressed, she lounges in a maroon satin night gown. The thin fabric barely covers her long legs as it glows complimentarily against her pale skin.
Summoning as much courage, you take a seat on the other end of the sofa. The drink long forgotten. She recognises your presence but you both donât say anything, engrossed in some reality show on TV. This distraction works for a while but then, like a shadow in the morning sun, the memory of the kiss surfaces. Heat blossoms against your cheeks but you feel it weighing on your mind, a heavy burden demanding acknowledgement.
âWanda,â your voice so quiet she almost didnât hear it, âI think we should talk about earlier.â
With a delayed hum, she turns towards you, waiting patiently for you to continue. Your words stumble out clumsily, faltering as you try to convey the complexity of your emotions. You want to explain that the kiss was wrong, that she was your best friendâs mom and that nothing like that could happen again, but you donât want to hurt her feelings in the process.
Her expression was unreadable, you could almost hear the pounding of your own heart, the uncertainty hanging thick in the air between you. And then, finally, she speaks.
âIâm sorry, darling. I thought- it was silly and inappropriate of me.â She reaches over to briefly squeeze your hand.
âLetâs forget it happened.â
You exhale with relief, âYeah, okay. Thank you.â
Quick to change the conversation and clear the awkward tension, Wanda asks, âHow come youâre down here anyways? Whereâs Natasha?â
âOh she fell asleep.â You giggle at the unattractive image of your best friend, snoring somewhat loudly and taking up your side of the bed.
âBesides, Iâm not really tired, so I thought Iâd come down for a drink.â
Wanda hums, a smile on her face at the sight of you giggling so cutely.
But you notice her hands run over bare arms, soothing the goosebumps and the slight shiver, âAre you cold?â
She looks at you for a moment, eyes taking in your concerned features before she nods.
âIâll get you a blanket.â You move to stand but a grip on your wrist halts you.
âDonât bother. Just sit here.â
She leans back against the pillows, legs parting slightly. Your brows furrow in confusion.
She tugs your wrist softly, âDonât think, just come here.â
She pulls you to sit between her thighs, flush against her front as she winds her arms around you. It wasnât uncommon being hugged by the older woman but itâs never been like this. But despite earlier, you couldnât help but feel a sense of comfort wash over you. The room even felt cosier now all that tension was gone. So, you lean back into her embrace, feeling her steady heartbeat against your back and her warm thighs brush against yours.
âHm, much better. Youâve always run hot.â Her face snuggles into your curls and you giggle.
Her large hands dip, holding softly onto your hips, pulling you even closer with a silent groan, before descending to your thighs. A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine, but you maintain composure, thinking nothing of the surely innocent touch as you focus on the TV screen in front of you.
Her touch is gentle, sending a warm current through your body with each stroke. You feel your legs widen, following in the direction of her strokes, not wanting the caress to stop. The show on the TV fades into the background as your attention becomes solely fixated on her.
She leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, âPretty girl... feels good, doesnât it?â
You nod, allowing yourself to melt further into her embrace, your head resting against her shoulder instead of watching her hands.
Wanda tuts, âNo, baby, head up.â
A single hand moves from your thigh to hold the back of your head, forcing you to look down at your entwined legs. Another hand wanders higher than expected, tracing small circles into your inner thigh, jarring you out of your trance as you go to wiggle free from her grip. âWanda⊠thatâs-â
Your speech is cut off as fingers slip under your shorts, and you gasp, squirming with renewed vigour. But her hold refuses even the feeblest motions as she wraps an arm around your waist.
âWanda⊠please!â
âDonât think, baby.â She warns again, fingers gliding further into your shorts. âJust let yourself feel good.â
You fight harder, hips snapping away from her touch as hands pry at her wrist. âGet off me!â
âNo, youâre not getting up.â You squirm again, and without warning, she digs her nails harshly into your soft skin. âI said, youâre not getting up.â
You whimper in pain and stop your movement. Instantly, her nails pull back from your skin, leaving red angry crescent marks. Those fingertips gently caress the marks to soothe them before moving up under your shirt.
âGood girl.â Those words bring an odd warmth to your body and suddenly you think that letting Wanda have her way with you couldnât be as bad as you initially thoughtâŠ
But light fingers caressing up and down your stomach, inching closer to your breasts reminded you of the position youâre in.
This was your best friendâs mom.
Natasha didnât deserve this.
âWanda, we canât⊠itâs not right. What about Nat-?â
âItâs fine, princess.â She interrupts, placing a few chaste kisses against your neck. âShe wonât find out.â
Suddenly, those hands slide up over your bare breasts and gently squeeze. You take in a deep breath and exhale slowly with a soft whimper. Pleased with the response, she begins to knead them kindly alternating between light and firm pressure.
âYou like that, baby?â Wanda coos then nibbles on the side of your ear, descending your neck carefully to not leave bites and marks in place.
Your back arches slightly, pressing your breasts deeper into her adept grasp, and your defiance fades ever so quickly with each breathy moan.
âHm, so needy, so responsiveâŠâ thumbs swipes over your perked nipples, âand all Iâm doing is playing with your tits, princess.â
Your increased whines answer in reply and Wanda doesnât bother wasting time anymore. Lifting a hand from its spot under your top, she glides down under your shorts. Her lithe fingers ghost over the soaked underwear, travelling low enough to feel the wetness seep from your slit, and she moans lowly at the sensation. âYouâre so wet⊠fuck, is this all for me?â
Battling between not wanting this and giving in to her, you also fight the urge to thrust your hips upwards, to search for some needed friction, to end the maddening ache between your thighs.
The older womanâs light touches feel like heaven and hell as nimble fingers slide up and down the fabric that clung to you, purposely missing where you needed her most.
âThatâs it, baby. Relax⊠let go for me.â
A strange fuzziness washes over you completely as you relax - moral sobriety long forgotten - as your legs spread apart limply for Wanda to grope in every direction.
 âMâkay.â You reply, barely hearing yourself, lost in the moment.
Wanda sighs contently, forever pleased sheâs put you in this headspace with such little fight.
Focusing back on your neck, she licks along the flushed skin, and as she bites against your pulse a little harder, the slight pain has you quivering.
You melt into the warm heat below you, head resting against a firm shoulder, as you let out a moan laced with pleasure and slight frustration. Hips bucking slightly back into Wandaâs hoping sheâd take the hint and get on with it.
The quicker you gave her what she wanted, the quicker it would be done.
Finally, her index finger slides higher, the tip of her nail just brushing against your clit slightly. Your thighs shake at the motion, wanting to clamp shut around her but never doing so in fear she would stop. A cry falls from your mouth in surprise as her finger finally reaches, circling your swollen nerve endings in a slow yet firm motion.
Your words stumble out clumsily, unable to string a full sentence together as Wanda practically purrs against your ear.
âOh, youâre doing so well, baby.â She coos, before pressing open-mouthed kisses against your jaw, âSo well for me⊠come here.â
Tipping your neck up, she dips forward, pressing her hot lips against your own. A choked note of dismay comes from you as Wanda forces your mouth open and shoves her tongue inside. The older woman dominates the clashing of tongues, making sure that you know your place.
You fail to notice Wanda pull your shorts and panties down from your hips until her fingers press against you harder, and you canât help but grind against it with such aching desperation. She marvels over how pathetic you look⊠one minute begging for her to stop and now humping against her like a bitch in heat, swallowing her tongue down your throat.
Such a depraved mental image and yet it only feeds into her desire for you.
To claim you as hers, no matter if you wanted it or not.
Because she didnât care.
She could feel herself getting wetter, as she met your grinding with her own thrusts, your ass pressing flush against her soaked panties.
The kiss eventually comes to an end, a few hungry strands of saliva briefly clinging to your lips, linking you together. Wanda gazes lovingly at the sight of you, a growing smile on her lips, as you writhe in building pleasure.
âCan you look at me, princess?â
Wanda asks in a sultry tone and you struggle to open your eyes, squinting against the light as her blurry face comes into focus. Her pupils are blown out, partly consuming those emerald irises, her cheeks painted a flushed pink, and her lips part as she pants freely.
She looks so beautiful.
Her green eyes shine clouded over in a different colour than NatashaâsâŠ
Natasha.
Dread seeps into your bones, your body ripped from its relaxed trance as you recall your best friend and how sheâs sleeping upstairs as youâre fucked by her mom.
You donât want to think about how upset she would be to find you like this.
âBabyâŠâ She reels your mind back to focus on her, noticing youâre beginning to spiral. âYou ready to come for me?â
Her fingers speed up perfectly but you shook your head in defiance, your mind no longer free to just enjoy Wandaâs touch.
âNo,â she coos, âyou donât want to come for me, baby? Donât want to come for Mommy?â
A whiny no leaves your lips, not giving in to the beautiful temptress behind you.
Annoyed, Wanda rolls her eyes, clearly upset that you wouldnât just give in to her and that youâre not nestled in that special little headspace anymore.
Without warning, she twists your thigh over the other, ass on show as she lashes out with a sharp slap. You cry out at the unexpected blow, your hands grabbing tightly onto whatever part of the woman you can reach. You werenât sure if you were trying to push her away or pull her close.
âI thought we were done with that, baby.â She unleashes a few more spanks, âThought you were going to be my good girl, hm?â
You gasp for air at the same time Wanda gropes your marked flesh, pulling your cheeks apart as she rubs in soothing circles. The breath turns into a choked moan as Wanda spanks you one more time, before returning you to your original position, back to pressing firm circles against your clit.
Once again, you fight her touch. Hips wiggling in each direction until ankles wrap around your legs, locking you in place.
Tight circles turn to quick taps, the once pleasing hand now bringing pain upon your pussy in rapid succession, not allowing you to writhe in her generosity for too long before returning to cruelty.
A beautiful blend that muddled all of your defying thoughts until there was nothing left.
Your body betrayed your mind. Your legs fell completely limp, as you lay at the mercy of the older woman. Taking whatever she deemed necessary to give.
Finally, she had you.
âI donât care if you donât want to. Youâre going to cum all over my fingers for me.â She concludes with a kiss on your cheek.
And not caring if you cry loud enough to wake up the rest of the house, her fingers speed up for the last time, sending you headfirst over the edge.
âŠ
After what felt like hours, Wanda was done with you. You had moved into her bedroom, deciding the sofa was not adequate to continue. Now her head rests against your stomach after she had spread you open to lap up your next orgasm.
Your body spasms randomly, wave after wave of aftershock rolling over you. A warm hand cups your core firmly, and you buck away from the sensitivity, not wanting her touch anymore. But her fingers remain, gliding slowly up and down your slit, marvelling at your swollen skin, before pushing against your entrance.
Youâre overwhelmed. What little fight you have left mentally canât keep up with the fatigue of your exhausted body. If she wanted to, she could have her way with you. Again and again. Fresh tears fall from your eyes as you sob inconsolably into hands covering your face.
Wanda leaves you be, moving up your body to grab onto your wrists.
âHey, baby⊠itâs okay, youâre okayâŠâ she coos, fingertips wiping away your tears, âMommy went too hard on you, didnât she?â
You struggle to find the words, and Wanda shushes you, stopping you from thinking too much in such a delicate headspace.
You feel movement, feel Wanda get off you, and your eyes snap open in a slight panic but she sits beside you and swiftly draws you onto her lap.
âItâs okay, sweetheart. Donât cry.â She says gently, reeling you in with false empathy. She was glad she pushed you too hard you broke.
âMommy couldnât help herself.â
You scoot closer, close enough to bury your head into her neck as fingers trail up and down your back.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to hurt you, baby. Can you forgive me?â
Her soothing words are music to your ears as you whimper softly against the woman, not willing to talk or move away. You just want her to hold you.
âSay it, princess. Say you forgive me.â
She guides you out of her neck to look at her.
âI forgive you.â You choke out, upset youâre no longer buried in her chest, as your hands run back to cover your eyes. Too ashamed to even look at her.
âSweet girl, come here.â Wanda doesnât wait, moving your hands to wrap around her neck as she kisses you hungrily, swallowing any little disapprovals as you push languidly against her chest, trying to force her mouth off of you.
Itâs fine, itâs fine,â she ushers against your swollen lips, âI just want to make you feel better.â
You whine in disapproval but your arms wrap tighter around her.
âYou love me, donât you?â She whispers against your cheek, but doesnât let you reply, as you choke on her tongue, stroking deep against yours.
âSay you love me, baby.â She moves to kiss your forehead, before moving down against your collarbone.
Hands groping your ass as she rocks you steady against her thigh.
âI love you,â a few tears burn down your throat as you hiccup,â I love you, I love you.â
Wanda mumbles her gratitude into your skin, fresh marks blooming against your chest as she fucks you against her.
âKeep saying you love me, baby.â
âI love you, I love you, I love youâŠâ flies from your mouth in quick succession, your mind once again empty as the tell tale signs of another orgasm come into view.
âI love you too, princess.â She returns to your lips, tongue prodding past them as she coaxes your tongue into her mouth.
âCome on. Be good for me.â
It slams into you, body tense as you fall over the edge, pressing your face deep into her neck. She shushes you, not letting go of your body until the convulsions stop, and even then, youâre curled into her chest. Unwilling to part from her.
She allows you to sob freely, your body shaking uncontrollably as hands stroke all over until you calm down. Almost asleep in her arms.
A hand runs through your damp hair, âThatâs it, baby. Weâre done.â
âNo more.â You mumble out, eyes already shut as exhaustion washes over.
âNo more, baby. Go to sleep.â Wanda shifts you down her body, your face now against her chest, as she covers you both with her duvet.
Unable to resist any longer, you drift off in Wandaâs warm embrace.
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ᄫᥠJIAOQIU AS YOUR BOYFRIEND â Sometimes love can be bittersweet. GN reader x Jiaoqiu. SFW & NSFW headcanons.
A/N: In loving honour of him coming home with his light cone (ă„ïżŁ ÂłïżŁ)ă„
SFW:
àȘâ⎠Jiaoqiu is a playful lover. A tease with no malicious intent. While his words and actions may confuse you at times, theyâre always worth it when they bring out a radiant smile on your face. The moments when you realise he had you completely fooled, swearing youâll get him back one day.
àȘâ⎠Smothers you with all of his love and affection. There will not be a moment that passes which makes you believe he doesnât love you. He will forever adore you with every fibre of his living being. Doing âtoo muchâ when it comes down to you turns out to not be enough in his eyes. You deserve the best treatment he could possibly have to offer.
àȘâ⎠Insists on accompanying you on all of your outings. What if you get hurt? Need assistance? He canât have you going through that aloneâthereâs too much risk. He has lost far too many people to let another slip through his fingers so easily. Besides, his company should be enough to keep you on your toes. The two of you are a formidable duo.
àȘâ⎠Acts of service is most definitely one of his love languages. Cooking your meals, tending to your wounds, preparing you medicine when you are unwell, etc. If there is any way for him to take a weight from your shoulders, he would do it in a heartbeat. All you have to do is ask when you need more from him.
àȘâ⎠He doesnât burden you with his negative thoughts or emotions too often. Itâs easy for him to handle it by himselfâhe doesnât want you worrying when you donât need to. The perk of being able to wear such a convincing smile all of the time is knowing you donât suspect when anything is wrong. Though, he doesnât stray away. Heâll stay by your side the entire time, snuggling up to you to ease some of the mental pain.
NSFW:
àȘâ⎠His passion knows no bounds. He always has his hands on you, whether it be subtle or not. No matter where you are, it doesnât matter to him. People should know that you have a partner, shouldnât they? He has no issue kissing you whenever he pleases, simply suggesting anyone who has an issue with it should go about their day as usual.
àȘâ⎠While Jiaoqiu may be all lovey-dovey with you, heâs quick to drop the sweet demeanour when someone proves to be a problem. Catching glimpse of another personâs gaze lingering on you for too long would cause his expression to falter, his golden eyes widening, brows furrowing. A silent warning not to advance further while he slips an arm around you and holds you close. But he wouldnât hurt anyone for something so small, would he?
àȘâ⎠âAccidentallyâ leaves several love bites on you every time youâre intimate. As he fucks you, his lips will trail down any strip of exposed skin, tongue grazing over your flesh to savour your taste. Being experienced in culinary has given him the ability to appreciate certain scents and flavours, yours just so happens to be one of his favourites. He claims that itâs every part of you which makes him lose control so easily, apologising to you afterwards by placing gentle kisses over parts where his teeth sunk far too deep into you.
àȘâ⎠Enjoys both giving and receiving. If you prefer one more to the other, then he can settle for whatever pleases you most. When receiving head, he glares down at you through half-lidded eyes, a dark smirk plastered onto his harmless face. His hand will remain on top of your head, giving you a few encouraging pushes here and there when he feels it to be necessary. When giving head, heâll make sure to taunt you in any way he can, drawing out your orgasm to see how much you can take.
àȘâ⎠His pace and force can highly depend on his mood. When faced with stressful workloads and general life, he prefers to take it slow, working out every issue compassionately as he seeks relief from you. Days when he finds himself overly excited or angered is when slow turns to fast, gentle to rough. He needs to fuck all of that excess energy out to find a way to calm himself as quickly as possible. Even in heated moments, he will ensure that you find pleasure and that you get a good time out of it. After all, you are his only true priority now that you have accepted him into your life.
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When I Met you in that Hotel Room- Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader
summaryâ you meet Nicholas Chavez during a solo vacation at a hotel pool. your flirtation quickly escalates into a passionate night together in his hotel room.
warningsâ explicit content. unprotected sex, daddy kink, degrading kink, praise kink, ass slapping, possessive!nicholas, reader has a clit piercing, creampie, cockwarming, rough sex, oral(f receiving)
You had been enjoying the peace and quiet of your solo vacation. It was your second day at the hotel, a much needed break from everything at home. That night, after a day of exploring, you decided a swim was exactly what you needed before heading to bed. Wearing nothing but your bikini, you grabbed a towel and made your way to the pool.
As you walked through the hotel hallways, you stopped to take a selfie. The lighting was perfect, and the glow in the hallway made your caramel skin look radiant. You snapped the picture and sent it off to your little sister. Sheâd be thrilled to see you finally taking some time for yourself. Moments later, you felt your phone buzz in your hand, but before you could check it, you noticed a guy walking in the same direction as you.
He wasnât bad-looking, in fact, he was really attractive, and you noticed he was glancing at you. He was tall, with brown eyes, and as you caught his gaze, you could tell he was checking you out. It wasnât creepy, though. He seemed, intrigued. His eyes trailed over your body in your bikini, but he wasnât being sleazy about it. You chuckled to yourself, rolling your eyes slightly.
âNot to be that creepy guy at the hotel, but youâre really beautiful,â he said with a sheepish grin, his voice deep and smooth.
âWell, youâre a little less creepy now that youâve said that,â you teased back, trying to play it cool even though his compliment made your heart race a bit.
You both realized you were heading the same way and fell into step together. As you approached the elevator, you noticed how close he was standing to you, the air between you buzzing with an odd, electric tension. He was definitely throwing glances your way, and as the elevator doors closed behind you, it felt impossible to ignore.
You stared at the floor, trying to keep your cool. To break the awkward silence, you glanced at your phone, where a flurry of messages from your sister had come through. You furrowed your brow, confused as to why she had texted you so frantically.
Sis, OMG, do you know who that is?!
Thatâs Nicholas Chavez!!!
PLEASE ask for a picture!
You frowned, not immediately recognizing the name. Who was Nicholas Chavez? Before you could piece it together, another message from your sister came through with a TikTok link. You clicked it, and to your shock, it was an edit, a fan video of the man standing right next to you. The very same Nicholas Chavez. And oh my God, he was an actor? A famous one, apparently.
Your eyes widened, but you forced yourself to stay composed. You didnât want to freak out or fangirl. In fact, you hadnât even heard of him until just now. Instead of saying anything, you put your phone away and focused on the present moment.
When you arrived at the pool, you dropped your towel on a nearby chair and took off your robe, revealing your bikini-clad body. As you stepped toward the water, you heard a sharp intake of breath behind you. You turned to see Nicholas, Nicholas Chavez, you reminded yourself, standing still, his eyes fixed on you. He was clearly trying hard not to stare, but his gaze kept drifting over your figure.
You smirked at his reaction and chuckled softly. âSee something you like?â you teased, your confidence boosted by the way he was looking at you.
Nicholas flushed a little and quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly before finally taking off his shirt. And holy shit, he was hiding all that muscle under there? Your mouth went dry as you stared at him, your heart racing. His body was even better than the TikTok edits had let on. You could feel the heat between your legs growing at the sight, and you mentally cursed yourself. Not now, you thought, trying to get a grip.
You both slipped into the pool, swimming to opposite ends. The cool water did nothing to calm the heat between your thighs. As you floated there in silence, Nicholas spoke up.
âIâm Nicholas, by the way.â
âNice to meet you, Nicholas. Iâm Y/N,â you replied, your voice carrying softly across the water.
âThatâs a beautiful name,â he said, his voice sounding sincere as he moved a little closer, cutting the distance between you.
You smiled softly, feeling a strange connection beginning to form between you two. There was something about him, beyond the fact that he was famous, that was pulling you in. The chemistry, it was all there, simmering beneath the surface.
The water felt cool against your skin, but the heat between you and Nicholas was undeniable. You stood there, trading glances, eyes locked, neither of you willing to break the tension. He moved closer, his body cutting through the water with an effortless grace. You could feel your heart beating faster with every step he took toward you.
When he finally reached you, his hand gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel the heat rising in your chest. His gaze dropped down to your lips, and instinctively, your eyes flickered to his.
God, kiss me already, you screamed internally, your breath catching in your throat. He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours, but he stopped himself. You could feel his breath against your skin, and the tension was nearly unbearable.
âCan I kiss you?â he asked softly, his voice husky, filled with restraint.
âYes,â you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. But before he could make the move, you grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks, pulling him in, your back pressing against the pool wall. The space between you vanished as his lips found yours, slow and deliberate. The kiss was deep, full of need but laced with patience, as if he wanted to savor every second.
You let out a soft moan against his mouth, and that sound seemed to do it. His body pressed into yours, wet skin sliding together as you reached up to grip his hair, pulling him in closer. The kiss intensified, deeper, hungrier, as you devoured each other. His lips moved against yours in perfect sync, the taste of chlorine and desire mixing together. You couldnât get enough.
Nicholas groaned as your bodies molded together, your hands tangling in his damp hair, and you tugged him closer, wanting more, needing more. His hands found your waist, gripping tightly as he pushed his hips against yours, leaving you breathless.
Finally, you both pulled away, gasping for air, eyes searching each other. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and you could feel the heat radiating between you.
"Do you want to come up to my room?" he asked, his voice low, filled with urgency.
You hesitated for just a moment, your pulse racing as the weight of his words settled over you. But the way he looked at you, the way his lips were still swollen from your kiss, made it impossible to say no.
âGod yes,â you whispered, nodding.
Without another word, you both grabbed your towels, hurriedly drying yourselves off as you made your way to the elevator. The air between you buzzed with excitement, anticipation simmering. You could barely keep your hands off each other as you rushed inside.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Nicholas had you up against the wall. His hands were on either side of your head as he kissed you again, this time with a ferocity that sent a surge of heat through your body. You groaned into his mouth, and he responded by slipping his hands under your ass, lifting you effortlessly. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back.
You could feel the hardness of his bulge pressing between your legs as he pinned you to the wall, his body grinding against yours. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses, and you let out a breathless moan as you tilted your head back, giving him more access. His hands gripped your ass tighter, pulling you closer as you rolled your hips against him, feeling the heat of his arousal through your swimsuit.
âFuck,â Nicholas groaned against your skin, his voice rough with desire. âYouâre driving me crazy.â
You grinned, tugging at his hair, bringing his lips back to yours. âThen stop talking and do something about it,â you teased, your voice breathy as you ground against him harder.
His hips bucked against yours, and you could feel the rough fabric of his swim trunks pressing against your core, and it only made you want him more.
âIâm gonna do a lot more than that,â he growled, his lips crashing against yours once more, leaving you dizzy with need.
The elevator dinged, signaling that you had reached your floor. He didnât even wait for the doors to open fully before he carried you out, still kissing you as if he couldnât get enough. You were breathless, panting against his mouth as he carried you down the hall to his room. The door clicked open, and you both stumbled inside, the tension only growing with every second.
He set you down just long enough to rip off his swim trunks. The sight of him, of his sculpted, wet body, made your knees weak, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress a groan. His hands were back on you in an instant, pulling you to him as he kissed you hard, backing you up toward the bed.
Nicholas gazed at you, his eyes dark with desire as he pulled your bikini top aside. His hands gently caressed your breasts, and he let out a soft groan. âYour tits are perfect, your whole body is perfect,â he murmured, his voice thick with admiration. âYouâre the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen.â
You couldnât help but smirk, feeling your cheeks flush from both his words and the heat radiating between your bodies. âYouâre not so bad yourself,â you replied, a laugh bubbling from your throat as the tension momentarily lightened. He chuckled softly with you, but it quickly faded into another passionate kiss.
His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, sucking and biting as he left marks on your skin. Each graze of his teeth sent shivers through your body, and your moans grew louder when he reached your breasts, his mouth closing around one of your nipples. The sensation made you arch into him, hands gripping his hair as you held him against you.
Nicholas wasnât done. His kisses traveled lower, leaving a trail as he moved down your stomach. His lips brushed over your navel piercing, and then lower still, to your bikini bottoms. You bit your lip, anticipation building as you watched him.
He pulled the straps of your bikini bottom down with deliberate slowness, revealing more of you. The moment his eyes landed on your clit piercing, his breath hitched audibly. He looked up at you, eyes blazing with lust.
âFuck,â he swore, licking his lips. âLike I said, youâre so beautiful, so fucking sexy.â His voice was low, almost a growl. âAfter tonight, no oneâs gonna see that pretty pussy,â he paused, his fingers brushing over your clit piercing, sending a spark of pleasure through you, âor that fucking clit piercing. Only I will.â
The possessiveness in his voice sent a wave of arousal through you, and you bit your lip, already dripping with need. His words were enough to make your body pulse with desire, but you had no time to react before his mouth was on you.
He wasted no time, his lips pressing against your core, tongue darting out to taste you. The moment his tongue flicked over your clit, you gasped, your back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through your body. He worked you with expert precision, alternating between long, slow licks and fast, teasing flicks of his tongue over your piercing. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel yourself growing wetter with every second.
Your hands found his hair, tugging him closer as you bucked your hips against his face. âOh fuck, daddy,â you moaned without thinking, and the moment the word left your lips, he groaned into your pussy.
His tongue worked even faster, and he pulled back just long enough to look up at you, his chin glistening with your arousal. âYou little slut,â he growled, eyes dark with lust. âCalling me daddy, making a stranger eat your pussy? You like that, donât you?â
You whimpered, the words sending a thrill through your entire body. âYes, oh, fuck, yes,â you panted, not even caring how desperate you sounded.
He grinned, the smug look on his face making your heart race. âGood girl,â he purred, before diving back in. His tongue circled your clit relentlessly, and your moans grew louder as you felt the pressure building inside you. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you like a man starved, and all you could do was writhe beneath him, your fingers tightening in his hair.
âFuck, daddy, mâ so close,â you moaned, your voice barely above a whisper.
He growled again, and the vibrations sent you over the edge. With one final flick of his tongue, the tension snapped, and you came undone beneath him, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you.
âCum for me, baby,â Nicholas whispered against your pussy, and you cried out as your orgasm rippled through you, your thighs shaking as he worked you through it.
As your breathing slowly evened out, he pulled back, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. âI told you⊠only I get to see that,â he murmured, his voice full of possessive satisfaction.
You lay there, panting, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. But even in your blissed-out state, you managed to smirk up at him.
âMaybe, daddy,â you teased, âif youâre lucky.â
Nicholas smirked at you, eyes dark with lust. âOh, if Iâm lucky?â he echoed, his voice dripping with dominance. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. âIf Iâm fucking lucky? No, I said no one else gets to see you like this.â
His hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. âIâm gonna fuck you so good, ruin every other man for you,â he growled. âRuin you for every other man.â
His voice dropped lower, almost a whisper as his eyes raked over you. âIâd let you suck my cock like the whore you are, make you swallow every drop of my cum, have it simmer inside you,â His fingers lightly brushed over your trembling body. âBut I need that sexy little pussy first.â
You watched as he reached to grab a condom, but you quickly stopped him, breathless. âIâm on the pill,â you whispered, biting your lip. His reaction was immediate.
His grin widened, eyes gleaming with excitement as he tossed the condom aside. âFuck yes,â he growled, and before you could react, his hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing too hard, but enough to make your pulse race. He dragged his tongue up the side of your face, groaning like a man possessed. âIâm gonna fuck you raw, baby. Youâre mine.â
You shivered as he positioned himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against your entrance. Your eyes widened when you looked down, suddenly realizing just how big he was. You hesitated, a flicker of nervousness crossing your face. He noticed and paused, leaning down to kiss you softly, his lips gentle against yours. âItâll fit, baby,â he murmured, his voice soothing. âIâll take care of you.â
Before you could respond, he thrust the tip inside you, and the feeling had your back arching instantly, a loud scream escaping your lips. The stretch was overwhelming, filling you in ways you hadnât imagined.
âI know, baby, I know,â he soothed, his voice deep and husky as he kissed along your neck. âItâs okay, you can take daddyâs cock. Be a good slut and take it for me.â
You nodded quickly, your breath shaky as your legs trembled. His hands gripped your thighs, pinning your legs behind your head, spreading you wide for him. The position gave him deeper access, and you gasped as he slid further inside, filling you completely. His cock throbbed inside you, every inch making you feel deliciously full.
He didnât stop there. With a low groan, he started to move, thrusting deep and hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. His hand moved down between your legs, fingers expertly rubbing your clit, the piercing catching the pads of his fingers. The combination of his cock and the relentless stimulation of your clit was almost too much.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he growled, his hips moving faster. âThis pussy was made for me, only me. No one else is gonna fuck you like this.â
You moaned loudly, your body trembling beneath him as the pressure built inside you. âDaddy!â you gasped, your hands gripping his arms tightly.
âThatâs it, baby,â he groaned, his thumb brushing over your piercing again, sending jolts of pleasure through you. âCum for me. Be a good slut and cum for daddy.â
Your legs shook violently, and you felt the tight knot in your core finally unravel. With a loud cry, you came hard around his cock, your pussy clenching tight as waves of pleasure washed over you. He groaned loudly, thrusting deeper into you, riding out your orgasm as you trembled beneath him.
âGood girl,â he muttered, watching your body convulse from pleasure, his fingers still teasing your oversensitive clit. âYouâre fucking perfect.â
Nicholas kissed your neck again, his lips trailing down your skin, sending shivers all over. Without warning, he lifted you properly, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. With one powerful thrust, he slammed you onto his thick cock, the sudden stretch making you gasp loudly.
âOh my god,â you moaned breathlessly.
He chuckled darkly, his breath hot against your ear. âNot God, baby. Me,â he growled, gripping you tighter. âYour daddy. Iâm the one fucking this pussy. My pussy.â
Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer, as he held you there, trembling. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, stretching you out, filling you to the brim. Slowly at first, he started moving, lifting you up and slamming you back down on his cock. Every powerful thrust made your body jolt, your voice growing louder with each movement.
âDaddy,â you screamed, grinding against him, desperate for more. His thrusts grew faster, more intense, and you felt yourself nearing that familiar edge, your body trembling uncontrollably.
âFuck, yes, grind on me, baby,â he panted, slamming you harder onto his cock. Your body responded, and before you could even speak, the pressure inside you erupted. You screamed, your entire body shaking as you squirted all over him, your juices splashing down his abs and dripping down his legs.
He groaned in pleasure, looking down at you with a grin. âSuch a good girl,â he rasped. âSuch a dirty little slut, squirting from a stranger fucking you.â
Your breath was still shaky, but he wasnât done. He placed you down on the bed, but before you could even arch your back, he grabbed your legs. Your body hovered off the bed, only your upper half resting against the mattress, and he positioned himself behind you. Without hesitation, he thrust deep inside, slamming into you relentlessly.
You screamed in pleasure, feeling him reach so deep inside you, your moans echoing through the room. âDoes daddyâs dick feel good?â he growled, slapping your ass roughly, his grip on your hips tight.
âYes, daddy! Fuck me harder,â you begged, your voice barely coherent through the pleasure.
He responded with even deeper, rougher thrusts, his cock hitting all the right spots. You moaned louder, overwhelmed by the intense sensation, your body rocking with each thrust. When he slapped your ass again, you couldnât hold back, and your body exploded once more, creaming all over his cock as another orgasm tore through you.
He groaned, his pace faltering as he followed right behind you, his thrusts becoming erratic. You felt the warmth of his cum filling you up, spilling deep inside, making you tremble in pleasure as your body relaxed.
Nicholas collapsed onto the bed, pulling you on top of him, your bodies still connected as he cockwarmed you. His hands gently cupped your tear-streaked cheeks, his lips brushing over them. âYou did so good, baby,â he whispered, his voice soft now. âYouâre so beautiful.â
You let out a soft hum, snuggling into his chest, feeling completely blissed out. He shifted, smiling. âI should clean you up,â he offered, his hand brushing gently over your back.
You shook your head, sighing contently. âI just want to cuddle.â
He laughed softly, pulling you closer. âAlright, baby. But weâre getting up early,â he said with a smile, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back. âI want to do this right. Iâm taking you on a proper date.â
You smiled, feeling warmth spread through your chest, the perfect end to a wild night. You soon drifted off in his arms but not before snapping the picture your sister asked for. You had to turn on DND to silence the frantic messages she sent as soon as she saw the picture.
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