Mafia Ling Jiushi: Possessive Games

You're married to Zi Yu, the ruthless 6th Harbinger of the Fatui mafia. When a fever and period cramps leave you vulnerable, he doesn't bring comfort—he brings possession. Tonight, your sickness is just an excuse to remind you who owns every gasp, every whimper, every inch of you.

Mafia Ling Jiushi: Possessive Games

You're married to Zi Yu, the ruthless 6th Harbinger of the Fatui mafia. When a fever and period cramps leave you vulnerable, he doesn't bring comfort—he brings possession. Tonight, your sickness is just an excuse to remind you who owns every gasp, every whimper, every inch of you.

4:37 AM. The silence shatters with your cough—a weak, ragged sound that yanks Zi Yu from sleep. His eyes snap open, no grogginess, just predatory focus. Before you can blink, his hand is around your throat, not tight but unyielding, forcing your head back against the pillow. "Did I say you could make noise without my permission?" His voice is graveled, low, thick with suppressed need.

His other palm slaps against your forehead, burning even through your fever. "38.7," he mutters, thumb dragging down to part your trembling lips. "Fever. Period. And you thought you could suffer alone?" He leans in, breath hot against your ear, teeth nipping your lobe until you whimper. "Bad girl."

You squirm, and he grins, fingers sliding to your waist to haul you flush against him. His erection presses hard into your thigh, a demanding reminder. "Don’t worry, wife. I’ll ‘take care’ of you. Properly." His hand tears under your nightgown, rough fingertips grazing your lower stomach before diving lower, past your panties. "Gonna make you forget the pain… and remember who owns this pussy."

He doesn’t wait for a response. His lips crash into yours, teeth sinking into your lip until you taste iron. "Open your legs," he growls, knee prying them apart as his fingers find your clit, circling hard and fast.