“..Shit— what a fucking mess..”
Elias growled as he laid against the mattress of the shared bedroom. He was in deep shit — having got into a brawl at the local bar, while also completely drunk. He’d been so emotional lately, acting on anger while masking and feigning everything to be okay when around you…his wife.
Pissed off wasn’t the words he’d describe feeling right now, after getting the rudest awakening of his life. And it was all because of you.
He knew he shouldn’t assume, shouldn’t believe everything he hears and trust you fully…but it was getting way too damn hard after all the shit he’d been finding around the house.
Strange text messages, unknown calls, coming home late, plain avoidance every-time he’d ask you about it…And now overhearing a random man saying your name at a bar? What the hell were you doing? Fuck. Three years of being the devoted and doting husband, and yet it still wasn’t enough? Why?
He sighed in exasperation, rubbing the side of his flushed face from alcohol — It was getting too hot in this suddenly claustrophobic room. Elias reached for his red tie, loosening it in one swift movement before unbuttoning his white collared shirt half-way.
Sitting up from the bed, he glanced down after feeling a sudden aching in his crotch, realization setting in as he noticed a bulging tent painfully straining against the confines of his boxers beneath his pants. Hard as a rock. He growled in frustration — out of all times to be horny, it just had to be when he was fucked up and deep in his feelings…
As he began to unbutton his pants to try and quickly deal with this problem, he heard the front door open.
You were home.
With a slight twitch of his brows, an image immediately flashed in his mind. One of you being roughly fucked against the bed, your body shaking and your tear-stricken face forcefully pressed into the pillows to muffle out your pleas and whimpers for him to stop…
Whether this was his drunk mind or not that was concocting such vile thoughts, he didn’t give a shit. Not anymore. Right now, he just wanted to teach you a lesson on fucking around with his feelings..
He turned to face the door when he heard it open, expression unreadable. His grip tightened around his semi-erect cock as he watched you saunter in, eyes narrowing slightly at your defiant stride. You ignored him completely, heading straight for the walk-in closet.
Elias swallowed hard, trying to clear his head from the alcohol and anger as he stood up, moving across the room toward you. "Hey," he said coldly, "We need to talk." His voice was low and threatening, a dark promise of things to come if you didn't comply with him now.
He hesitated for a moment, eyeing your retreat into the closet before stepping further forward, taking a deep breath as he did so. "Shin...I can't keep pretending everything is okay when it's not," he murmured, trying to reason with you one
Shin olha para Elias. Ela estava com maquiagem e usando uma roupa reveladora. "Sobre o que, querido?"
"About you sneaking out all the time," he growled, his voice barely controlled. "About the strange messages I keep finding on your phone." His face twisted in anger as he took another step closer to you, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. "And about whatever that was tonight, getting into a fight over you!"
Elias's pupils were dilated, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned in close, almost like a predator scenting its prey. "So tell me," he hissed, forcing you back against the wall of the closet, trapping you with his body. "What is going on? Who have you been fucking around behind my back?" His fingers dug into your shoulders, as if trying to mark you as his own, even in this moment of rage and jealousy.
Shin congela e engole em seco. "Querido, se acalme-"
His grip tightens painfully on your shoulders as you try to speak. "Don't play dumb with me," he growls through clenched teeth. "I know something is going on, and I want the truth!" His voice turns into a dangerous whimper, as if he could barely contain his rage any longer.
He digs his nails in harder, drawing blood from your skin. "Tell me now, or I swear to God..." He pauses, taking a deep shuddering breath before continuing on with words that send a shiver down your spine, "...I'll make you wish you never did." His eyes are cold and deadly, promising a level of punishment you can't even begin to comprehend.
Shin solta um suspira de dor antes de olhar para Elias. "E-Eu..." Ela hesita e olha para baixo, envergonhada. "E-Eu virei prostituta pra te ajudar a pagar as contas da casa..."
His grip on your shoulders tightens to the point of pain as he forces you to look back up at him. His expression twists into a mixture of fury and disbelief. "You...whore..." He spits out the word, each syllable laced with venom. "You'd rather sell yourself than just tell me the truth?" He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking hard enough to make you cry out in pain.
His other hand pushes against your chest, shoving you roughly away from him until your back hits the wall of the closet with an oof of breath. "You bitch..." he growls through gritted teeth as he takes a step back, glaring down at you in disgust. "You're lucky I ever let myself love someone like you."
Elias turns away from you then, taking another deep breath to try and
Shin começa a chorar e tremer. "E-Eu te amo tanto... E-Eu só queria te ajudar..."
There's a small snort from him at that. "Then why the hell would you do this?" He asks quietly, his anger starting to boil beneath the surface again as he takes another step closer. "Why couldn't you just be honest with me? With us?" His voice cracks slightly, revealing the pain underneath it all.
His hand snaps out, landing hard across your cheek in a slap that makes your head snap to the side with a loud crack. Tears spring to his eyes as well, rage and hurt mixing together until he's not sure which one is worse. "Why, Shin?" He asks again, voice thick with unshed tears. "Why would you do this?"
He wipes roughly at his own eyes, trying to clear the moisture before it spills over onto his cheeks. But it's no use; they begin to flow freely now, tears stre
Shin soluça, a bochecha vermelha pelo tapa dele. "Você não me deixaria te ajudar se eu te contasse!"
"Then why the hell did you think it was an option?" He cries out, losing control as his fists clench and unclench at his sides. "I could have helped you! We could have worked something out!" Tears stream down his face now, mixing with snot and blood from where he split his lip on your cheek.
He takes another shuddering breath, trying to gain some semblance of control over himself again before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Why?" he sobs against your hair, voice breaking as the pain and confusion consume him. "Why would you do this to us?"
Shin funga antes de abraça-lo enquanto os dois choravam juntos. Ele encosta a testa na parede ao lado da cabeça dela, chorando no ombro dela.
He clings to you, his tears falling unchecked as he buries his face in your hair. "I don't know," he whispers hoarsely. "Maybe I deserve this." He pulls away slightly, eyes raw and red from crying as they search your face for some sign of understanding or forgiveness. But all he sees is shame, and it only serves to deepen his despair.
"I thought we had something special," he says weakly, wrapping his arms around you again. "Something real." His voice cracks with emotion as he squeezes his eyes shut tight against the tears that won't stop falling. "How could I have been so wrong?"
"N-Não!" Ela olha para ele, surpresa. "Você não merece nada disso!"
His words cut through the haze of despair and self-pity like a knife through butter. "What? Of course I do," he whispers hoarsely, refusing to believe her. "I was so stupid." He buries his face in your hair again, breathing heavily as he tries not to break down completely.
"I'm such an idiot," he murmurs, the words barely audible even to himself. "I should have known something was up." But even as he says it, there's a tiny flicker of doubt at the back of his mind. Did he really know? Or was this all just paranoia and jealousy getting the better of him?
He shakes his head slightly, trying to clear it again. "I-I don't know what to do." His arms tighten around you in a desperate attempt to hold on to some shred of
Mesmo sentindo raiva e decepção por ter sido traído, ele ainda a amava.
His words finally catch up to his brain as you speak them aloud, his breath hitching in surprise. "Shin..." he whispers hoarsely. "You still love me?" He pulls back slightly, eyes searching your face for any sign of deceit or hidden meaning behind the words. But there's nothing but pain and honesty etched into your features, making it impossible to deny their truth.
His expression softens as he takes in a shaky breath, then another. "I... I don't know what to do," he whispers, still uncertain whether he can trust you after everything that's happened. But for now, at least there's a sliver of hope left between them; a thread that might just be strong enough to hold them together despite the weight of his anger and suspicion.
He closes his eyes as he leans back against the wall again, bringing you with him
Shin funga antes de beija-lo com paixão e olha-lo nos olhos. "Isso responde a sua pergunta?" Ela sussurra com ternura.
His eyes fly open at the touch of your lips against his own. There's no hesitation this time; he kisses you back with a passion that nearly takes your breath away. His hands move to cup your face as he deepens the kiss, tongues tangling and dancing together in a desperate attempt to mend what they've broken.
His heart races wildly against his ribs as the heat of desire begins to burn away some of the anger and hurt. It feels like every emotion he's been holding inside for weeks comes pouring out at once; relief, lust, gratitude, love... But perhaps most surprising of all is a newfound trust beginning to blossom within him.
It'll take time to rebuild what they've torn down tonight. Maybe it won't ever be perfect again. But for now, in this moment, the future doesn't seem quite as bleak
Ele se afasta do beijo apenas para agarra-la pelo braço e joga-la na cama bagunçada, a beijando e passando a mão por todo o corpo dela.
As he buries his face in your neck, feeling the heat of your skin beneath his lips and the softness of your curves under his hands, Elias can't help but wonder how he ever let himself be so paranoid. It was obvious now that you still loved him; he should have known from the start. Maybe this whole thing would serve as a lesson for both of them; to never take each other for granted again and to always communicate openly, no matter how difficult it might seem at times.
He moans into your neck as you wriggle beneath him, his hand sliding up your thigh to squeeze your ass through the fabric of your panties, the feel of your bare skin against his palm sending shivers of pleasure racing down his spine. "Fuck," he whispers hoarsely. "I've missed this."
With a groan, he positions himself between your legs and
Ele levanta as pernas dela para o alto, admirando a visão dela olhando para ele como se implorasse por aquilo. Ele sorri antes de puxar o vestido dela, a despindo antes de jogar o vestido no chão. Agora, ela estava vestindo apenas uma lingerie preta.
His breath hitches at the sight of you, completely bare and vulnerable before him. Your skin is flawless, smooth and silky to the touch, and he can't help but marvel at how lucky he is to have something so beautiful all to himself. The thought only fuels his desire further, making it impossible for him to wait any longer.
With a growl of need, he lowers himself between your legs, pressing his hips against yours in perfect alignment. He groans as he feels the head of his cock brush teasingly against your entrance; slick with desire and ready for him. His fingers dig into your shoulders again, holding you steady as he pushes forward with a grunt, burying himself deep inside of you in one swift motion.
Your body arches beneath him at the intrusion, making him moan in satisfaction as he feels every inch of his length disappear within your
Ela geme e se arqueia. "Ah, Elias~" Ela geme o nome dele.
His fingers dig into your hips as he slowly begins to move inside you, enjoying the tightness and heat surrounding him. Your moans of pleasure fill his ears, driving him even further over the edge as he loses himself in this moment with you. Each thrust brings a new surge of desire and longing, making it impossible for him to resist taking what he wants; what he needs from you right now.
His lips find your neck once more, teeth nipping gently at your skin as he pushes deeper still, seeking release in the feeling of being completely buried inside of you. He can't remember ever wanting anything this bad before; not even when things were new and perfect between them. It only serves to intensify his pleasure, making it all the more overwhelming and intoxicating as he loses himself within your body.
His breath comes in ragged gasps as he picks up speed, pushing