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[mxiaogod]

— 10. [AFFASCINATA] YAE MIKO X FEB! AFAB READER

Warnings: Infidelity, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, use of degrading names, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

— Igniting the world anew with such brilliance, the sun rose with casual elegance. It was a warm lustry day, the sun shining down on your skin serving a great comfort and warmth within you. Tennis skirt fitted your waist as a plain white visor sat on your head. 

“I’d destroy you, you know that?” You said, looking up at your husband, doe-eyes and lashes so luscious it could bring him down his knees, you give him a saccharine smile as his eyebrows knit in confusion.

“In what honey? In golf? Sure.” He said while chuckling, taking you lightly.

You swirl the ice in your glass while watching your husband work on the grill, you can't deny he was very good looking, patek philippe sat on his wrist, arms bulging with muscles, and not a strand of stray hair. While women fought for their place to snag the "hollywood's hottest bachelor!!" you were here, sitting in front of him, the heavy intricate lozenge cut of the diamond on your ring finger reflecting patterns on your skin as the sun reflected upon it.

You've always been depicted as difficult; no one could come within arms reach of you; you exclude an aura you generated around yourself that you used to bewitch your husband, a multimillionaire with his face plastered in every magazine, who owns a chain of enterprises and, most importantly, the last name his family possesses, which you gripped securely in your perfectly manicured nails, it gave you a rush of power, while you could easily slip out of this predicament and sit your ass in beverly hills, live a simple life? you weren't built for that, you seeked for thrill, in fact, you lived off it.

His family never favored you, but him being the man he is, went crazy for you and defied every law set for him, you had him by the neck tightly, your venom seeping into his veins consuming him whole. Criticism  from his blood wasn’t unfamiliar to you, it’s always the "You don't deserve him." Or, "Your name sounds unpleasant to the ear, especially with our last name." You didn't mind, it made you laugh, a small insult would never penetrate you, and since this entire shitshow is a game of chess, of course, you knew how to play.

You weren't naive, not even close; you knew every corner and cranny in this labyrinth, and your husband? You knew who he was like the back of your hand.

His mother continued as you sat in your chair, facing the table for his entire family, in this sumptuous supper, a chandelier on top of your heads, cutlery clacking.

"Do you remember Miko, son?" she stated, "She's the one I presented to you previously." his mother said as she escorted the pink-haired woman up to your husband, who shot him a slutry smile. Your husband smiled back, the creases in his eyes becoming more prominent as he gazed at her, the mistress.

Of course you knew, they didn't try to conceal it, and you couldn't blame him; this lady was heavenly, captivating, mesmerizing, enthralling.

And you were enthralled, Affascinata.

You watch as they talk, smiles filling the table as his mother looks at you, a winning grin, and you smile back, with the same intensity as her, like you were winning, and you were.

You sat in your own bedroom, taking a break after  everything that transpired during dinner,  your spouse sleeps in his office because he is usually drowning in work, and you wandered your eyes, soaking in the view. The velvet headboard with gold buttons is a sight to behold, finally something less ostentatious.

You were stripped out of your dress, clad in baby pink lingerie, stockings with a garter connecting with your panties, you rub some essential oil on your pulse, behind your neck and your nape, behind your knees.

You go softly back to your vanity, creating a little thud as you do so. You look up, getting a sight of yourself in the mirror, surrounded by bronzy golden carvings that your husband gifted you, he had it made personally to fit your taste.

For a fleeting moment you saw vulnerability, like the person you were before, carefree, not a streak of corruption, you inhale as you recall the memory of what made you into this, this woman you adored and loathed at the same time.

You felt feather light kisses running from your shoulder to your pulse, and you smiled, a genuine one.

You open your eyes, deep mauve eyes staring back at you through your reflection in the mirror, the same intensity your husband gave her.

"Yae," you mumbled, her hand running down your torso, your skin so satiny under her warm palms, "Hm?" She hummed, too preoccupied with her ministrations, you take in her beauty, white gown with a low back that draped down, gloved hands with dainty gold chains adorning them, she was so alluring it ached.

You take a deep breath, the sensation from your neck heightening your sensitivity, and you turn around, relishing the stunning view in front of you; she was so different from the woman at the dinner table; now she was your Yae, your lover.

“Make me forget.” You said, and it was all she needed. 

Her breath ghosted the shell of your ear, turning your body around and bending you over the vanity, "He gave you this? ” She asked and you nodded, she shot you a wicked smile, “By the time we finish, I’m going to be the only one you can remember when you stare, sit or even glance at this mirror.”

Yae chuckled under her breath as you gave her a dulcet moan, desire dripping on your underwear.

She held you so lightly, as if you were about to shatter, and she didn't want that, she didn't want her beloved to slip away from her hands, she wanted to stay with you forever.

Her lithe finger stroked your cunt through your panties, immediately becoming drenched in your slick, she held eye contact, your cheeks dusted with pink, you’re so beautiful she thought, and she would never trade you for anything. Your  confidence is an aphrodisiac, as you dominate others with your eyes and words. What you do with that power, though, is what draws Yae in. It is because you have chivalry in you, a desire to champion people who need to be lifted up. That is your true self. That would be you. That's what she's crazy about.

You pant, your chest softly rising and falling, and Yae caressed your cunt through your underwear, providing you with so much more pressure that  made you dizzy. Yae salivated over you as she pulled you up by your neck and drew one cup of your brassier down, displaying your perked up nipples for her.

 She gently sat you down on the top of your vanity, pushing your back against the mirror, you hissed at the coldness of the the material as Yae knelt down,  you stare down at her, trailing kisses from your ankle clad with the anklet she gifted you before your wedding, her Initials on it, down to your thighs, marking it with heavy purple and red hues, seemingly removing all his trail on you, replacing it with hers, as it always should be.

You pant, your chest heaving in a vain attempt to catch your breath, it was just too much, she's too much, your train of thoughts interrupted as you feel her velvety lips land a kiss on your exposed cunt, panties pushed to the side as she swirls her tongue over your swollen clit. She inserted her fingers inside your cunt and curled them,  your back arched like a cat as she pulled you back down, suspending your hips from moving and under her mercy.

You did your hardest to hold your moans in until Yae shoved her fingers in your mouth, "Let me hear you princess, want to hear how gorgeous you sound for me.", as if on cue, the mellifluous sound of your moans reverberated through the walls, flooding Yae with warmth that flowed down her spine, she was fully aware of how her panties adhered to her cunt.

“Yae! Too much- ugh!” You moan, tears clouding your eyes from how good it feels, you bite your lips so hard it almost was enough force to draw blood, a shock ran down your spine as you hear her hot breath hit your ears, "I miss ruining that picture perfect façade you put on for others." You jerked, hearing the door click open, eyes wide in shock, Yae side eyed the door seeing your husband, and her “boyfriend” standing there frozen in disbelief, you pushed her head away but the vixen below you refused to budge and  continued her assault, kissing your pussy while staring directly at your husband’s eye as she laps on your folds, you feel the ever so familiar shape of her smirk on your cunt as she stood up, head on your shoulders, hands finding refuge on your waist, your husband watching at her reflection through the mirror.

You smiled sweetly at your “husband” giving him an angelic chuckle. As he was about to walk out, you let out the word he didn’t know the familiarity would tear him down.

“Didn’t I tell you I’d destroy you?”