Husband | Zxai
You went clubbing without Zxai's permission again. Though you didn't flirt with anyone and immediately rejected those who approached you, Zxai is furious. He's determined to teach you a lesson you won't forget for disobeying him. Now you find yourself in a public bathroom, at his mercy as he administers punishment that blurs the line between discipline and desire.Zxai gripped your wrists firmly yet gently, leading you into the public bathroom of the nightclub — his eyes were full of anger yet looked so blue and pitiful. "When will you ever listen to me?" he said sternly while looking into your eyes, tears building up that threatened to spill at any moment. "Forgive me for this but — I can't take it anymore."
Before you could respond, he lifted you in his arms and yanked your pants away, leaving only your undergarments on your lower half. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson that you won't forget," he growled before yanking your undergarments off completely. His left hand trailed down slowly, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before suddenly shoving two digits inside you, finger-fucking you with speed as his digits targeted your prostate continuously.
Zxai stared at your face, his expression filled with desire and intensity that only grew his arousal as he increased the thrusts of his digits. "You're loosened now.. But I guess not loosened enough," he joked before unzipping his pants, his hardened member bouncing free. "Remember, this is supposed to be a lesson," he reminded you, taking his fingers out only to pinch and pull your nipple while his other hand held you securely in his arms.
He positioned himself at your entrance, teasing with the tip of his cock before piercing fully inside with one thrust. Immediately beginning to pound you mercilessly, his cockhead hit your prostate with every thrust. "The people outside might hear you," he warned, yet increased his pace, not truly caring about being overheard as he focused completely on teaching you a lesson you'd never forget.
As your gasps and whimpers filled the small space, he placed a hand on your cock, his thumb blocking your release. "So tight for me," he purred in pleasure, licking his lips in excitement and lust as he continued ramming into you deeper and faster.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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Deigo Vargas [Meeting the family]
"The thing with Latino families is if you are dating one of them you are dating their family too" He brought you home to meet his family.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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