Release - Benedict Cumberbatch x Fem!Reader

Summary: you and Benedict have some encounters together. This time he’s stressed out and you can do some help. *wink wink*

Warnings:smut,oral sex (male receiving), blowjob, deeptroathing.

Word count: 636

A/N:I cant sleep and while I finish my other requests I wrote this. Im sorry I need to get this man out of my head, ugghhh WHY IS BENEDICT SO PERFECT HELP ME. I HAVE SINNED. Also IFUCKING NEED MORE BEN FICS, WUTSUP TUMBLR? WE NEED MORE BEN HERE SFKDKFKF

And just imagine he’s single here pls.

For any mistakes please let me know!

MASTERLIST

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You didn’t know how you ended up in here, but hell you were sure about the tension between you two before.

You already made this before, tonight was no exception. Kissing his lips roughly you felt him getting hard, while you rubbed yourself on his lenght, still covered with his pants. His hands went down on your waist, forcing you to move getting more friction. He moaned in your lips and you broke the kiss, gasping for air.

He saw your devilish smile as you knelt down in front of him on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Benedict asked, his voice was full of lust as much as his eyes.

“I know you’ve been stressed,” you shrugged, immediately your hands went to his pants and undid his belt.

His breathing was getting faster, he felt his heart pumping on his chest while your hands caressed his thighs. You pulled down his underwear, just to reveal his hard cock, ready for you to take it.

You leant down and gave him a slow lick from the base to the tip. Ben tried to suppress his groan, but came out anyway. His deep voice just made you eager.

Then you took him with your lips, taking as much as you could, your hand on all that left out. Slowly, you pumped his dick with your hand, moaning from time to time.

You pulled it out shortly and kissed his tip, running your tongue all along on it and started one more time. You took him even deeper and you gazed at Ben, who’s hand now was wrapping on your hair, moving it away to see you working better.

You licked and worked him fast. Your little noises were driving him mad and made him grunt and moan. An electric shock ran through his body everytime you moaned. He wanted to move his hips to fuck your mouth senseless, but instead he remained calm.

You relaxed your mouth and went even down on him, until you felt him hit the back of your throat and gagged.

“Shit,” he groaned, closing his eyes.

You never stopped moving, and his grip got even hard on your hair. Your hand moved to tease his base and he moaned. This was making you wet.

Suddenly you took him out of your mouth, a string of saliva hung out of your lips, a little of precum also went on his head. It was such a nasty and obscene view as you tried to recover and breath again. Your eyes locked with his, still cupping his dick with your hand, going up and down at a painful, slowly pace.

You went down one more time and took all of his cock. Ben moaned and you sucked him hard and fast. Your gagging sounds filled the room with his groans. You touched his base again, and he lost it. He thrusted his hips for you to take him deeper, moaning every time he got to hit the back of your throat.

“Oh, fuck!”

Your eyes were shut, your free hand gripping on his thigh. His fast thrusts slowed down and became sloppy, close to his orgasm. He pulled out from your mouth suddenly and he came hard, spilling all over your lips and face.

With your eyes shut, you felt his hot seed spreading on your cheeks and your open mouth. His hands still rested on your hair, but with a soft grip. You swallowed and cleaned your face with your fingers to lick them.

He was panting, staring at you still with lust. It wasn’t the first time you gave him head, but he was most grateful for it. He needed a release.

“Better?” you asked biting your lip and a playful smile on your face.

“I think it might be my turn now.”

The Kiss • Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes had never thought of himself as an ordinary man.

A man who would yearn for having one specific person in his life, in his bed, in his mind and maybe… His heart even.

Yet right now, he was lying next to a woman, watching her chest heave and a quiet snore escape her lips as she breathed, looking calmer than she did half an hour ago. Her cheeks crimson red, wearing his grey t-shirt with her hand on his chest and leg over his. Not that he minded.

The detective’s body was still trembling, not physically but as if it had a mind that tried to comprehend what he had just done. While it was grateful for the great experience, tiredness was trying to shut it down as the detective’s eyes laid on every single detail on the woman’s face. “Shut up,” he murmured as his mind criticised why he would find her beautiful, reminding him of the truth about one’s mind’s beauty standarts. He did not care.

This feeling, however, was not ignorable. Was it regret? No, certainly not. It made his heart ache. Not pain, not excitement… What then?

Truth is, the detective knew what it was. He just pretended not to. It had been ages since he last felt like this, and now, he wanted to keep it there, buried in his heart and ignored by his mind. Its presence felt, but unknown; even to the great Sherlock Holmes. He admired the idea of it. He loved not knowing, for the first time in his life.

The woman stirred a little, dragging him out of the storm of his thoughts. Sherlock directed his attention to her, feeling his cheeks burn as he realized he’d been staring at her the whole time. The woman whom he kissed half an hour ago.

“God, I’m freezing!” The young woman said as she hugged herself, walking into the lounge. Sherlock was in his mind palace, wandering around the halls of his great mind. He did not have a case that night, and he did this very often: visiting his mind palace every once in a while, going through solved cases and files, and sometimes trying to solve old, unsolved cases for fun. Unexpected from him, he opened his eyes and looked up at his upset flatmate who was wearing one of his t-shirts… Again. She sat down in front of the lit fireplace, closing her eyes and sighing in relief. “What’s wrong?” Sherlock asked, he could see that she was cold and annoyed, but he didn’t bother to try and make a deduction. Besides, she asked him not so long ago to actually communicate with her, therefore it was a win-win.

She let out a frustrated sigh, “The heater doesn’t work.”

The detective raised an eyebrow, the situation somehow amusing him. “I thought you got it fixed last week.”

“I did.” The woman didn’t take her eyes off the flames as the smell and sound of the burning wood calmed her down a bit. She could feel the warmth creep up her body and it made her shiver a little, making her feel embarrassed.

“Well, you can sleep in my bed.” Sherlock spoke calmly, watching her turn to him in surprise. “Oh, thank you,” she felt her face getting too hot, but didn’t know whether it was because of the fire or what he had just said. “But I’ll be fine on the couch.”

“You take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Sherlock stood up and offered her his hand, which she took immediately. Once she stood up as well, she looked up at him, almost able to see her reflection in his dilated pupils. “It’s your bed, so I’ll sleep here. But thank you for the offer.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and turned her around gently, then pushed her towards his bedroom. “Night night.”

“Sherlock, seriously, you can’t sleep on the couch…” She frowned a little as she turned back to him, “I think your bed is big enough for both of us, isn’t it?”

The detective did not expect that. “Um… I guess so.”

“You can sleep with me, then. I mean… In bed. Like sleep. Not…”

Sherlock interrupted her with a sigh, “Fine, I will, but don’t complain if I crush you in your sleep.”

Blushing even more, the young woman nodded and bit her lip from the inside, hoping that he wouldn’t notice it. “Okay… ” The detective nodded too, then gestured for her to lead the way. She turned around and walked towards his room, feeling a little excited.

Sherlock’s flatmate wasn’t unfamiliar with his bedroom, she would randomly knock on the door and walk in to borrow one of his t-shirts or remind him go get some milk. However, he could see how differently she acted now. She wasn’t calm, a little anxious maybe; probably due to the fact that they were going to sleep together. And Sherlock couldn’t help but feel… Odd -in his words- as well.

It wasn’t that he had never had a woman in his bed before. The Woman and Janine were the two lucky women, but this time it was different. This woman was someone he admired, respected and actually liked. There wasn’t anything special about her; she wasn’t a genius like him, not a very important person like Mycroft, not a doctor like John… She was a baker who was extremely good at her job. And he admired her.

Sherlock watched her get into the bed, trying not to take up too much space so he would be comfortable. Taking off his dressing gown, Sherlock got into the bed too after turning off the lights; only the pale moonlight enlightening the room. They could barely see each other’s face. There was a reasonable space between them but she was stiff, he could sense that. “Relax… I am comfortable.” Sherlock said.

She nodded and took a deep breath, then lay on her side, turning to him. Sherlock looked into her eyes as the young woman whispered, “Thank you.”

Her pupils dilated. Though he knew it could be because of the darkness, it wasn’t the first time he noticed that. He knew she had liked him, as a friend because no normal human being like her would like him romantically, he reminded himself. He did not need any funny ideas distracting him.

When he found himself caught up in his own thoughts, he genuinely smiled at her, though it was a small one. “It’s alright.”

The young woman looked at his lips, not caring about what he would think for once, then she moved her hand hesitantly up to his cheek. Sherlock started getting confused, his heart beating faster as if it could prevent him from doing something wrong -despite his impeccably working mind-, he closed his eyes and let his flatmate put her hand on his cheek. She let out a brief breath as if it accidentally left her lungs, and then shifted closer to the detective. Closing her eyes as well, she pressed her lips against his.

They both were holding their breaths, and Sherlock opened his mouth just a little to let her kiss him. The young woman moved her lips very slowly, the tip of her tongue tasting his lips briefly before she pulled back. Her hand remained on his cheek for a little while longer as she started panicking, but he didn’t do or say anything. The detective didn’t get upset, he didn’t even frown, he did not protest.

The young woman withdrew her hand but Sherlock took it gently without opening his eyes, then he placed it on his chest while still holding it. She let out a relieved sigh, keeping her eyes closed as she smiled and whispered, “Good night, Sherlock.”

The detective gave her hand a small squeeze as a respond, before letting it go. She kept it there the whole night.

Once he was sure that she had fallen asleep, he opened his eyes to look at the young woman lying next to him, in his bed. Whom he shared a kiss with that could never be taken back.

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A/N: I don’t usually write for Sherlock, as he is very special to me. I needed to feel some kind of… warmth, I can say, so I wrote this little… I really don’t know what to call this one. One-shot? No clue. Anyway, I thought it could help people feel better so I decided to post it here. Besides I knew that @drdaddystrange would have enjoyed this, so… (((: I hope you enjoyed it, and please let me know what you think!!! ❤️

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| masterlist |

benedict cumberbatch

→ Books and Sins* (series)

• Chapter One
• Chapter Two
• Chapter Three
• Chapter Four
• Chapter Five

→ Five Years* ✓

• Chapter One
• Chapter Two

→ Unethical* ✓

• Chapter One
• Chapter Two

→ A Touch From The Past ✓

• The Thunderstorm️
• The Rainbow

→Pregnant*✓

→Leaves✓

→The Hat✓

→Chest Hair*✓

→Forgiveness*✓

→Stay✓

helmut zemo

→ The Wet Dream* ✓

• Chapter One
• Chapter Two

| *=smut |

Just posted two more chapters for Books and Sins!

Books and Sins | Chapter Five [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Word count:947

A/N: I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think!!! ❤️

Chapter Four

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B: I’m waiting outside. :)

K: I’ll be ready in five, sorry for making you wait! :(

B: Don’t be. I came early anyway. xx

Katherine felt her cheeks burn as she smiled, trying not to bite her lip.

She was so anxious.

What if she didn’t look fancy enough? What if he wouldn’t think she looks nice? Was the dress too tight? She wanted to text Samantha and ask for her opinion but for some reason, she was offline and wasn’t seeing her messages. Katherine sighed and finally decided to get out of her flat.

The young woman was wearing a dark green, knee-length dress with a little bit of cleveage. Her black, not-so-high heels and little purse matched her golden, small earrings. She regretted not taking her coat with her as she opened the door, the cold wind hitting her skin and dancing through her curls.

Benedict was at a loss for words.

There he stood in his black suit, his shoes shining and eyeglasses no longer on. The man in cozy outfits was gone, and he looked sogood. Katherine actually couldn’t believe that she was getting to go on a date with a man like him.

He blinked a few times, looking her up and down shamelessly before clearing his throat. “Um, hi… You - wow, you look great…”

Katherine giggled, “Thank you… You don’t look so bad yourself.” Then she turned around to lock the door, but accidentally dropped her keys. “Shit,” she internally cursed.

The young woman crouched down and as she picked up the keys, she felt Benedict’s fingertips on her hand and body behind hers. “Sorry,” he murmured and took his hand back, standing up.

“No, it’s fine, thank you…” Katherine smiled at him and stood up as well, locking the door as she bit her lip from the inside.

She gulped and turned around to face him, then he offered her his arm and Katherine took it, letting out a breath as she did. They both had a small smile on their faces as they walked, but Benedict was also trying not to have a boner and scare her off. She looked gorgeous and when she crouched down to pick up her keys… He tried so hard not to just break the damn door and push her inside to take her right against the wall. However, he had to be a gentleman, so he tried to focus on anything but her body, though even the smile on her red lips could turn him on.

Once they got closer to Benedict’s car, he unlocked it and Katherine took it as her cue to let go of his hand. The writer opened the door for her with a charming smile.

Katherine got into his white Mustang, fastening her seatbelt and feeling like she’s in a Lana Del Rey song; going on a date with a bad, bad man. She giggled quietly at how silly that sounded. The man was a writer.

“Am I missing something, Miss?” Benedict grinned and got into the drivers seat, fastening his seatbelt. “No, no it’s just…” She bit her lip, “Love, please, don’t make me come in my pants…” Benedict thought, unable to take his eyes off her lips. Katherine looked down and shook her head as she smiled again, “I like your car. I would have a Mustang if I ever had a car.”

“Oh,” He raised his eyebrows and smiled. Do you, now? Why didn’t I know about that?

“Yep…” Katherine giggled again, making Benedict giggle too. “Well, I’m glad you liked her.” He gripped the steering wheel and started the engine, making the car purr.

“How was your day, darling?” Benedict politely asked. The young woman looked out the window both to think of what to say and hide her crimsoned cheeks. She regretted not putting on some foundation.

“Good… Weird, in a way, because my boss went missing. I mean, the principal.” She shrugged.

“Oh…” He frowned, “Well, I hope he is okay.”

“I don’t,” Katherine blurted out, then sat up, “I mean, he was an asshole… But yeah, he has children and growing up without your parents sucks, so…”

Benedict was really confused now. If your parents are not alive… Who are those people that you visit every three months?

“I’m so sorry…” He said sympathetically.

Shs shrugged and smiled a bit, “It’s fine… Enough about my day, how was yours?”

“Well, I worked for a few hours, then did some gardening* which took a few more hours, and when I checked my watch it was almost the time to pick you up.” He smiled at her, taking his eyes off the road as they approached a red light.

“You have a garden?” The young woman asked in interest.

“Yeah. You should come and say hello to my tomatoes some day.”

“I would have loved to, but I don’t get on well with tomatoes. Do you happen to have any cucumbers, Mr Cumberbatch?” She smirked, making him chuckle. “Oh, please… Yes, yes I do have cucumbers.” One in my pants as well, actually. Would you like to take a bite?

Katherine chuckled, “Sorry, I couldn’t help it…”

The writer pulled over and grinned, “It’s okay, I’m used to it.” Then he got out of the car and opened the door for her, closing it after she got out too. He gave the keys to the valet and smiled at him, then offered Katherine his arm again, which she took happily as they walked into the restaurant.

For some reason, she was feeling much more comfortable now after all those laughs they shared. And it was just the beginning.

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Books and Sins | Chapter Four [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Word count:966

A/N: Hi guys! Miss me? ;) Well, I did miss you and writing fics. School’s been so time-consuming and tiring, therefore I apologise for being absent but I hope I can make it up to you by two new chapters! I hope you like it and let me know what you think! Also, I hope you feel better soon, @anasweetlywrites this one’s for you. ❤️ -Cer

Chapter Three

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Benedict could not focus on anything else that day.

Katherine cried out his name as she came. His name. The melody didn’t leave his head and sent shivers to his core every time. He didn’t even know how many times he had come while watching the footage of her masturbating.

She liked him… And he knew it.

It was going just perfectly. He knew how much she loved his books and she was going to go crazy when she found out that her favourite author was actually him. Nothing could stop them from being together then.

Benedict cursed when he remembered how he couldn’t steal one of her dirty panties that day. She stood beside him until he fixed the broken tap, asking why it might have happened. He explained it to her with his Scottish accent, keeping his head down and avoiding her eyes. His hat covered his white hair and he knewthat she didn’t even think they could be the same person. He had never failed before, so he knew it was going to work. And it did.

However, he had achieved something much better that day. When she asked if he’d like a glass of water -because he was panting- he nodded eagerly. Once she left to go into her small kitchen, Benedict took a look around and found her bedroom, then took her keys from the bedside table before putting them into his pocket. He left the room just in time, because Katherine came back right after him. Benedict thanked her and drank it all, then gave the empty glass back to her; her fingertips touching his knuckles.

He left her house in the huge relief of his victory. He made another plan that day, buying really small cameras and breaking into her house while she was out at night, meeting Samantha. She had her spare keys, and he didn’t expect her to come home that early so he almost got caught; but he hid behind the curtain and covered his feet with a pile of books that was on the floor. Benedict held his breath until Katherine went into to the bathroom. He wanted to stay and join her so bad, but he knew she would make a fuss about it and scream and that would ruin his plan, so he left reluctantly. He couldn’t take any risks when it came to her.

Now there he was, hasn’t eaten anything and pacing with his hands in his hair. He wanted her. He needed her, now. But he couldn’t do anything about it… Yet.

Benedict decided to take her to a very nice restaurant and impress her. Make her feel special but not cross the line… Not until he made sure that she trusted him enough, at least. Then he would have his way with her.

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Katherine told Samantha all about their date and him, and surprisingly, compared to how her best friend usually reacted to her meeting someone new, she seemed to adore Benedict. She would encourage her to meet him, to bed him after dinner even.

After pleasuring herself to the thought of Benedict touching her, Katherine slept until the morning. She felt exhausted because she was so overwhelmed and… Well, she used up all of her strength to have an orgasm. Her fingers never pleased her enough, but she was scared to use anything else.

The young woman cursed when she checked her watch. She had 20 minutes to get ready and go to school. Well, to work, and she didn’t even decide what to wear for dinner!

She wanted to wear something fancy, but not too fancy because she didn’t want to look desperate. Well, didn’t want himto know how desperate she was.

A school consultant who is twenty six and still a virgin. Haven’t had a kiss or a boyfriend since college… Of course she was desperate. Who would say no to a gentleman like him anyway?

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Benedict took his time with preparing his bag. He had no rush… Not at all.

The principal, Mr Brealey, took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in between his dry lips; trying to light his lighter which was running out of gas. He sighed in frustration and closed his eyes, throwing his head back before he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned to the tall, handsome man that offered him his lighter, a sly smirk on his lips and a mischevious spark in his eyes. “Ah, thank you mate.”

The man nodded and lit his own cigarette, inhaling the toxic smoke and feeling it in his lungs as he sighed audibly. It was so sexy that the principal thought that he moaned, at first.

“Long day?” The stranger asked.

“Yeah… Just can’t bear women. None of them. They either want someone handsome or rich. My wife chose me for my money and that bitch… Ah, she rejected me because I wasn’t good looking enough for her. I’ll make her pay for embarrassing me like this.”

Benedict’s blood was boiling.

He clenched his fists and tilted his head, “That’s how they all are, trust me. Thankfully, I like men. Especially the old ones…”

The principal replied his subtle suggestion with a smirk, throwing his cigarette away and not even bothering to put it off. Little did he know that he was going to die, and not shag the handsome stranger.

Benedict did pay attention to not getting his hands dirty, but apparently he forgot to check if his clothes were blood-free…

Katherine was not surprised when the principal didn’t show up the next day. He must have been so ashamed, she thought, but she did find it odd when the police asked the teachers some questions about him because he actually went missing.

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Wrote a little bit for chapter 4 of Books And Sins before going to bed last night, so sorry about the delay but i’ll post it as soon as possible! Stay tuned ;)

Stay • One-Shot [Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader AU]

Summary: Benedict has to leave for work and can’t take his pregnant wife with him.

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word count: 660

A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry for not writing requests… I just don’t feel like it :( But my best friend @goddessofmischief03 went home to another city today and I got to thinking how painful it would be to watch her go if we lived in the same city because boy, did it hurt. So here it is, a oneshot inspired by my life. I hope you enjoy it. ❤️ -Cer

Benedict’s luggages were taken from him as they walked closer to the car. He held Y/N’s hand tightly and sighed, still thinking that she should have been home instead, resting.

Y/N was pregnant and her husband didn’t want her to tire herself by coming to the airport with him. Benedict was going to be away for a month or so for work and even though he didn’t want to leave her behind, he didn’t want her to take her there either because she was dealing with complications already. He felt guilty, but he had to go.

He helped her fasten her seatbelt and sighed, kissing her cheek. Y/N turned to him and smiled, then closed her eyes. She could feel her eyes burn as she bit her lip from the inside, trying not to tear up. Gulping, Y/N opened her eyes and looked out the window, trying to distract herself.

She didn’t want him to go.

She was going to miss him terribly, she was going to be alone.

He had been away from her for more than a few months before, but she could go with him or visit him later back then. Now, she had to say goodbye to the love of her life. What if something happened to him there? What if–

“Darling?” Benedict squeezed her hand a bit. Y/N was lost in thought that she didn’t even realize that the door was open. “Sorry,” she murmured and looked down, getting out of the car carefully.

Benedict didn’t let go of her hand and turned to her, holding the tip of her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Love? Are you all right?” He looked concerned.

Y/N looked up at him with tears in her eyes, “Yeah, I am, sorry.”

“No, you’re not… You… Don’t want me to go?” Benedict frowned slightly, leaning down and talking quietly.

“No, I mean, yes…” Y/N sniffled, biting her lip. “I… I selfishly want you to stay but I know you can’t… And um…” She gulped, closing her eyes momentarily and setting her tears free.

Seeing her like this made Benedict’s heart soar, he hugged her tightly without hurting her and kissed her hair, whispering, “I’m sorry…”

“No, I am…” Y/N sobbed, “I just… I… I’m gonna miss you so much… And I’m worried…”

He sighed, closing his eyes. After stroking her back a few times, Benedict pulled back and held her face in his hands. “I’m gonna miss you so much too, love, but you really don’t need to worry. I’ll try to come back as soon as possible and I promise that I’ll be fine.” He wiped her tears gently and smiled, “I’ll be longing to see you… And our baby.” Finally being able to make her smile, he touched her belly and chuckled quietly. “Take care of mummy until I’m back, little one.”

Y/N smiled and touched his hand, sniffling, “I’m sorry love. You know, the hormones…”

He shushed her with a gentle kiss, “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

“I promise.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled genuinely and sighed, “I’ll try to call you every day and you won’t worry about me, okay?”

Y/N nodded and hugged him tightly, breathing in his scent and closing her eyes. Benedict kissed her hair and her lips once more after they pulled back, “See you, love.”

“See you, darling…” She sniffled again and had to let go of him.

Benedict got into the private jet and looked out the window, waving at her with a funny face to make her smile. She chuckled and waved back at him, her heart aching a bit as the jet took off.

Y/N cried quietly on her way home, then took a deep breath to calm down. Touching her belly always helped, feeling the fruit of their love move and try to get out of there. She couldn’t help but smile.

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Forgiveness • Christopher x Sylvia [Parade’s End]

Summary:Sylviabegs Christopher to forgive her. He ends up giving in to his desires… And to her.

Warnings: angst, smut

Word count:1022

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so sorry for being inactive, I just don’t feel like writing lately but I found this one in my drafts and I love Parade’s End so much! Oh Christopher, I wish I could hug you forever! Anyway, it’s a pretty old one but I hope you enjoy it! -Cer

“Please Sylvia…”

“Please what, Christopher? I am your wedded wife… I didn’t even touch myself because I waited for you, my husband to fulfill my desires! What do I have to…” She brought her delicate, soft hands to her face while sobbing, “What do I have to do to make you love me again? I know I made mistakes and I-I don’t even deserve to be your wife - but what else am I supposed to do?.. Tell me and I’ll do it, I’ll do anything you want but…” Christopher was looking at his wife with a look of concern, sorrow, maybe a little bit of regret. “Oh for God’s sake, Christopher, say something! Yell at me, call me bitch, hurt me just the way I hurt you, but don’t… don’t do this!”

Her makeup was ruined by her tears and her plump, cherry red lips were shivering. Christopher had never seen her like this; before he could react she started to pull her own hair - she could no longer stand it. Christopher made a move to stop her but she screamed, “Don’t touch me!”

He didn’t know what to do, he wasn’t sure himself if he forgave her or not but seeing her like this hurt him. “Sylvia,” he said softly as he grabbed her small wrists in one swift move, “Look at me please…”

She obeyed him, looked up at him with glassy eyes; “All I needed was your forgiveness…” said she quietly. He was still holding her hands in the air, he couldn’t bear seeing her hurt herself; yet he knew that guilty conscience was much more painful than the physical harm she could give herself. He gulped, “I… I forgive you.”

Sylvia looked at him as if she couldn’t believe it. “Really?” She asked quietly.

“Yes.” He nodded, “Really…”

She hugged his chest, her nose in the crook of his neck. They both were quiet now and Christopher rubbed her back. The young woman pulled back while still hugging him, looking at his lips.

She had this desire for years. Maybe it was because he was unreachable for her, but no, maybe it was just guilt that made her fall for him. Oh how proud she was to have him, and now his soft lips were touching hers. She pressed her lips on his and held his face, he wanted to pull back but Sylvia didn’t let him. Instead, she started to kiss him with passion whilst pulling his blond hair. One of her hands went down to his manhood and rubbed him gently, Christopher held her face and kissed her back while pushing her towards the wall. She felt him getting hard under her touch and when he moaned into her mouth, she was melting. Her mind was numb, all she could focus on was him; she’s never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him and now, she had him. She was begging him not to stop in her mind.

When Christopher’s long, cold fingers made their way to her arms and gripped her hand to stop her from rubbing him, her heart skipped a beat in disappointment… But when her back touched the wall she was relieved.

He was kneading one of her ass cheeks and there was no gap between their bodies now, she could feel him against her stomach and was dying to have inside her. She couldn’t resist him; his scent, his touch and soft lips on hers, so she pulled her white nightgown up and pressed herself into him.

He touched the hem of her silk drawers and took them off, he could smell her arousal. When he stood up she was still holding her gown up for him, he took himself out quickly and stroked himself a few times before grabbing her thighs and making her wrap her legs around his waist. She held his manhood and guided it into her entrance as she panted, he pushed himself inside her slowly and waited until she adjusted to him. “Christopher… Go on…”

He pulled back and thrusted into her deeper and harder this time, maybe he was taking revenge in his own way. Sylvia’s long nails scratched his green shirt as she moaned loudly with no shame and he grunted into her ear, filling the room with obscene noises. She was tight and felt amazing around him, he could tell she was close because her walls were squeezing him tighter now which felt like heaven. Her moans were getting louder but he didn’t even hear them, “Oh God, Sylvia…”

Soon, she threw her head back and came around him, watching her panting with her mouth open brought Christopher to the edge. She was kissing his lips when he filled her with his cum and moaned into her mouth.

None of them cared about the possibility of her getting pregnant again. They both were panting, the heat of the room overwhelming them. Her sweat smelt just like her perfume, the scent of her wavy hair filling his lungs. Once they both had calmed down, he took himself out of her and made sure she could stand without falling. Sylvia smiled and pulled him by his hand towards the bed; when he put himself back in his pants she rested her head on his chest. I’m so lucky, she thought while listening to his heartbeat turn back to normal. Taking a deep breath, she managed to say these 3 words she had always dreamed of telling him. She was scared of his reaction, she knew it was probably impossible for him to say it back after all she’s done to him but she wanted to say it anyway.

“I love you…”

And silence.

That was what she was scared of and hated about him the most, his silence. She felt her heart break once again and closed her eyes to not cry… But then she heard him snore softly, his chest heaving. He probably didn’t even hear her saying it.

Of course he was tired… He was a man who loved his country and just came back from war. And she could wait for him forever.

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