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Love is a Bitch

Well besties, here it is. Four thousand words of pure, unadulterated filth. This is unlike anything I’ve ever written before and my first time going with a more dark plot. I hope you guys enjoy!

I owe absolutely everything for this fic to @lookiamtrying and @sgt-seabass for brainstorming with me in the group chat. Several pieces of dialogue in this fic were gifted to me by them both. A huge shout out also to @sweeterthanthis for beta-ing this for me and for always inspiring me and encouraging me to be my best hoe self. As with all of my fics, I also gotta thank my muse @animehearteyes😉. All mistakes are my own.

Pairing: softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: infidelity, gun violence, death of a character (not a main one), mention of masturbation, unprotected p in v sex, pussy slapping, spanking, spit kink, degradation kink, dumbification kink, face slapping, rough hair pulling, posessive behavior from Nick, cum play/cum eating, Nick being a mean bastard and reader being not much better; SMUT 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

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Being the wife of a workaholic is not easy—let alone when that workaholic is the head of one of the biggest crime syndicates in New York. There are many missed dinners, unanswered calls and texts, and a hell of a lot of pent up sexual frustration.

It had been weeks since the last time you’d been touched by someone other than yourself. None of your advances seemed to phase Nick—not when you sauntered into his office wearing his favorite set of lingerie, not when you wore practically nothing around the house while doing chores, and not even when you played up your moans and whimpers while masturbating in bed.

Each time it was a different excuse,

“Sweetheart, we are on the verge of closing a very big deal.”

“I just got back from my trip, baby, I’m exhausted.”

Whether it was something he said, an interrupting phone call, or bad timing on the part of one of his men—you had been completely abandoned by him over the last few weeks. Sleepless nights alone in your bed, discontent with minor touches after dinner, and a hole in your heart in the shape of your husband.

In the beginning you tried to be understanding. You were fully aware of what you signed up for when you married Nick—fully aware of the lifestyle that came with him. What you hadn’t expected, however, was for him to appear to lose all interest in being intimate with you or even giving you the time of day. It wasn’t like him to go without taking you apart at least once a week, let alone allowing you to go to bed unkissed.

The deal he had been working to close was a monumental one. One that would bring loads and loads of cash into the bank accounts of all of those involved and solidify Nick’s position at the top. You knew that this project needed his undivided attention, but goddamnit—so did you. You were touch starved, lonely, and so needy for your husband to pay you even an ounce of attention.

So, an idea came to you one day. An idea you knew would capture your husband’s attention to the fullest degree. It wasn’t a shining moment of yours—but a woman had to do what a woman had to do.

The weekend finally came and Nick was set to arrive home sometime around the afternoon. Finding a willing participant to take part in your plan wasn’t difficult. There was a rather attractive, fully sleezy employee at the country club who always had an eye on you and who was more than willing to come home with you when you asked.

Was fucking another man in your shared bed to make your husband jealous a bad idea? Probably.

Was it going to work? Absolutely.

As expected, the sex was incredibly subpar. The man rushed through the foreplay and you had to fake two orgasms before he slipped on a condom and began rutting his hips into you like a horny teenage boy. Each snap of his hips just as disappointing as the last—there was no feeling of fullness like there was with Nick, no clawing your nails down the man’s back—it was just penetration with a stranger breathing heavily in your face.

A few feigned moans of pleasure slipped from your lips as you pretended to be having a mediocre time.

That was, until you heard the front door open and shut.

As soon as you heard the click of the front door you ramped up your noises and feigned pleasure to 11.

“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” You moaned, grabbing onto the man’s sides as he faltered slightly—obviously taken back by your sudden change in demeanor.

“Y-yeah? You like that? Want me to fucking give it to you?” The man grunted, switching positions to prop himself on his knees and hold your hips as he thrusted roughly into you.

“Yes, God, please give it to me! Feels so good.”

A small smirk formed on your lips as you heard the heavy thud of footsteps thumping up the stairs. Suddenly and without warning, the bedroom door flew open—barely hanging on by its hinges as Nick slammed through. Nostrils flared, chest heaving—Nick’s eyes bore into the man on top of you as he took in the scene before him.

The man quickly pulled out as he stumbled, fell off the bed, and scurried to his feet. Shaky hands lifted into the air in front of him as he tried to mutter out words in a desperate attempt to spare his life.

“I-I-I didn’t know she was married, bro, I’m sorry! I promise, I’ll leave and I-I won’t say anything! You won’t ever see me aga—“

Without flinching, Nick pulled a gun from his waistband and shot the man several times. You jumped in the bed, pulling the sheet up over your chest as you watched the man crumple to the floor. The pool of blood around him quickly collected as Nick stood before you, breathing labored and gun still raised in the air by a steady hand.

There was a chilling silence lingering in the room apart from the high pitched ringing in your ears. The air smelled of gunpowder with a heavy metallic undertone from the blood currently seeping into your plush carpet. After a few moments, Nick lowered his arm that was holding the gun to his side before he turned to look at you. Your eyes took him in, everything about him—his dilated pupils, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his knuckles paled from the intensity in which he was gripping the handle of the gun, and the hard clench of his jaw.

“Well? Are you gonna sit there and fucking stare at me like an idiot or are you gonna fill me in on what the fuck that was?” Nick’s voice was harsh, laced with anger and venom.

You had him right where you wanted him.

The next move you made was one you took a gamble on—it was either going to work perfectly in your favor or have a very poor outcome for you. Looking him dead in the eyes as he waited for your response, you simply crossed your arms and shrugged your shoulders at him. A simple act of disrespect that ultimately told him you couldn’t care less about what had just taken place in your bedroom.

“Excuse me?” Nick asked, eyes narrowing as he set the gun on the dresser and walked closer to the bed.

You had never in your years of marriage been this defiant toward him. It was almost as though he couldn’t believe his eyes—his sweet, docile, doting wife had turned into…well, someone like him. Instead of backing down like the little voice in the back of your head told you to, you doubled down. Another shrug of your shoulders made something inside Nick snap.

Already wide pupils were blown out completely as he set his jaw in a hard line, watching as you dismissed and disrespected him blatantly. Nick’s legs took long strides to the side of the bed where his hand outstretched toward you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your body up close to him on the side of the bed.

“When I ask you a question I expect a fucking answer. What do you have to say for yourself?!” Nick spat in your face, voice rising in volume as he shook your head slightly.

“Now you suddenly care about what I have to say, huh? You’ve been neglecting me for weeks, Nick—weeks! What did you expect me to do? When was the last time you fucking touched me?!” You screamed back in his face, heart rate rising rapidly in your chest.

There was another moment of silence as Nick’s eyes studied your face. You could feel the way your nostrils were flaring and how your own breathing had become shallow and rapid. As he looked at you, you could tell that the revelation was finally beginning to sink in for him.

“You mean to tell me,” his voice was low with a spine chilling calmness to it, his eyes narrowed slightly in disbelief, “you did all of this…because I haven’t fucked you?”

The cogs were slowly turning in Nick’s head as evidenced by the way his breathing began to slow and his eyes traced over your face once more.

“You’re my husband, Nick, but you haven’t been a very good one. It’s not my fault I had to go looking somewhere else.”

Nick’s grip in your hair loosened ever so slightly as he listened to you speak, eyes conveying only a softness that you could recognize. Once again the silence took over, the only sound present was your heavy breathing.

A few moments later Nick blinked slowly as he released your hair from his grasp and walked to the front of the room. You sat back on the bed as you watched him shrug his blue suit jacket off his shoulders and toss it on top of the wooden dresser. The white dress shirt he wore underneath was one of your favorite things to see him in—simple yet elegant and professional.

Next, you watched as Nick slipped off his dress shoes and kicked them off to the side. Your heart continued to beat rapidly in your chest as you tried to guess what his next move was going to be. Slowly turning on his heels toward you, Nick worked on unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt—eyes never leaving the material as he did so.

After what seemed like forever, Nick’s blue eyes finally landed on yours as he began to roll up the sleeves on his shirt—just to above the elbow. You could feel yourself swallow hard as you took in the new look that Nick was wearing. The carnal rage was still there, but something new was present in addition—lust.

“So…” Nick started as he slowly stalked toward the bed, devilish intent clear in his eyes, “this…show of yours. It was all because you think I haven’t fucked you enough.”

“That’s not what I sai—“

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, darling.” Nick’s words were cold but sinisterly calm.

Against everything running through your brain, you squeezed your lips together and waited for your husband to speak again.

“From what I’ve gathered, that leaves me only one option on how to handle this situation.”

Nick’s fists dropped to the edge of the bed as he leaned his body weight onto them, coming only inches away from your face.

“I’m going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.” His voice grumbled from low, deep in his chest.

The sound instantly made you clench your thighs together, which did not go unnoticed by your husband. Standing straight up with a grin on his face Nick motioned toward the head of the bed with a nod as he licked his lips.

“Move up. Lean against the headboard and let me see my pretty little pussy.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him. The look of sheer desire in his eyes told you that this was not a suggestion. Placing your hands behind your body, you began to scoot yourself up the bed until your back was flush against the headboard.

Nick shook his head slowly as he watched you crawl backwards up the bed.

“You drive me fucking crazy—you know that right? Just murdered some poor bastard in cold blood for you. Got blood all over my new shoes—carpets fuckin’ ruined. Bet you’re wet from it too, aren’t you?”

Nick’s callous words stunned you to your core as your lips parted with a sharp intake of breath. The look in his eye was primal, dangerous—and you wanted him to look at you that way for the rest of your life.

“Go on, darling. Spread those pretty legs. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

A moan caught in your throat as his vulgar words floated into your ears. You knew he was right—you could feel the wetness pooling between your thighs. Placing your hands on your knees, you dragged them slowly up your thighs as you pulled your legs apart for him. A shiver ran up your spine as the cold air hit swept across your soaking cunt.

Nick’s pink tongue darted out to wet his lips as they parted slightly as he took in the sight of you before him. Slowly, he loosened his tie from around his neck and threw it onto the floor before undoing the top few buttons of his dress shirt. As you lay aching before him, waiting for him to finally give you what you need–you let out a soft whine as you dragged your fingertips down your body, heading right to where you need them the most.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” Nick barked, startling you as your eyes darted up to meet his.

Nick’s gaze bore into your own as he climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your thighs and yanking you down toward him. You yelped at the rough action, grabbing at the sheets beside you to prepare yourself for what was in store. Nick grinned as he took in the sight of your dripping sex–entire mound and upper thighs coated with your desire.

“Poor baby…” Nick mocked, ghosting his fingertips over your slit before taking his fore and middle finger and spreading your lips open for him, “Look at that little clit–all puffy and swollen for me. Bet it aches.”

You whined loudly as he leaned forward and blew a stream of cold air onto your hot, aching cunt–your hips involuntarily bucked up toward his face, earning a chuckle from your husband. Before you could open your eyes, a sharp stinging sensation shot through your pussy and made you gasp harshly. Your eyes shot open and looked down between your legs just in time to watch as your husband lands another slap onto your sex. As though it had a mind of it’s own, your body began wiggling and squirming under his touch–unsure of whether or not it wanted to get away or move closer toward him.

“Think you can fuck another man in my bed and I’ll sit here and eat your pussy? Fucking pathetic.” Nick sat up and began undoing his trousers.

Your mind was spinning, the stimulation from him making you feel dizzy. Nick wasn’t about to let you get your bearings, however, as he freed himself from his clothes and immediately buried himself to the hilt inside of you. The sudden intrusion and sharp stretch and burn made you arch your back, moaning loud enough for the entire manor to hear.

“Weren’t making these noises for him–were you, sweetheart? Couldn’t fill you up like I can, huh? Is that it?” Nick began snapping his hips relentlessly into yours.

It was impossible to form a coherent thought with the way his cock was spearing into you–the tip kissing your cervix with each rough thrust of his hips. As much as it hurt, the feeling was so fucking welcomed. This kind of carnal sex was the exact thing you’d been craving from him for the last few weeks–you wanted him to own you, to show you exactly who you belong to.

“This tight little cunt is mine. Do you understand me? Mine.” Nick growled as he grabbed your hips roughly, fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

You could feel your eyes roll back into your head at the pleasure running through your body–every nerve ending in your body on fire as he took you apart on his cock. A whine left your lips as his hips slowed, only to feel a hand travel behind your head and tangle into your hair–yanking you up to face him.

“I asked you a question. Answer me. Who does this cunt belong to?” Nick’s over enunciation caused saliva to spring forth from his mouth and spatter across your face.

“You! It’s yours!” You cried out, pain and pleasure swirling together throughout your body.

“That’s right, that’s fucking right, sweetheart. It’s mine. You’re mine.” Nick grunted, grinning wildly as he began to spear up into you again.

Your body felt limp–jerking harshly with each powerful thrust Nick gave you. The growing sensation in your lower abdomen had you whining and whimpering, completely unable to form a sentence.

Just then, your body flopped back against the bed and the fullness between your legs was gone. Your eyes opened only for a moment before Nick was flipping you over onto your abdomen and yanking your hips up into the air. You rested your face against the pillow, drool beginning to form at the corners of your mouth as you panted to try and catch your breath. A yelp came from your chest as Nick landed several harsh slaps onto your sensitive ass–he held absolutely nothing back as he watched your flesh jiggle beneath his hand.

“God you’re a fucking brat. All this for what, hmm? Because you needed me to fuck you?” Nick swiped his hand over your abused cunt, gathering your slick on his hand before pumping his cock a few times with it.

“Such a little cockslut, aren’t you? My little cockslut.” Nick positioned himself at your entrance and grabbed your hips–his tip barely breaching your hole.

You whined, pushing your hips back toward him in a desperate attempt to feel him filling you up again. Deep down, you knew you were in no position to beg–but you couldn’t help it. You needed it so fucking bad.

Another dark chuckle came from Nick as he held your hips tightly, keeping you stuck in the same position.

“Nu uh uh, sweetheart. Wanna hear you beg for it. Go on, let me hear you.”

A less harsh smack met the sensitive flesh of your ass, earning another yelp from you as you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Please! Please, baby, I’m sorry–I need you so bad, Nick, please, please.” You begged him desperately, voice breaking in both intense emotion and need.

Nick chuckled once more, “Now she’s a good girl.”

His cock finally breached your entrance as he began pounding his hips into yours once more. The new angle caused every ridge of his cock to stroke that spot inside of you and made you cry out in pleasure.

Face down, ass in the air–you could feel your thighs start to tremble. Every muscle in your body was incredibly weak as you did your best to stay upright. The lewd squelching noises mixed with his barbaric grunts filled the room as he continued his motions. The familiar sting on your scalp returned as his fist tangled in your hair and yanked you back against him–his other hand coming around to grab your jaw and turn your face toward him.

“Open your mouth–open your fucking mouth.” Nick grunted, stuttering his hips slightly at the way your mouth immediately hung slack open for him.

Nick gathered as much saliva as he could before roughly spitting it into your open mouth and all over your face. The action caused another wave of slick to drip out of your cunt and onto his cock. Nick laughed at your desperation and the way you took every single thing he gave you.

“You like that, huh? You like it when I spit in your fucking face?” Nick flatted his tongue as he dragged it up the side of your face and laughed again. “Yeah you do, yeah you fuckin do, good girl.”

Nick let go of you and your body immediately tumbled toward the mattress before you weakly caught yourself on your arms. Your back arched as he continued to hit your g-spot with each harsh thrust of his hips.

“I can feel you clenching around me, baby. You wanna cum, hmm? You think you deserve to fucking cum?”

“Yes!” You shouted before he was even finished with his sentence, “Please, please Nick I need to cum!”

Nick maneuvered the two of you quickly so that you were back supine on the bed as you looked up at him. His palm makes contact with your cheek, causing you to gasp before his deft fingers grip your chin.

“Beg for it then. Tell me how bad you fucking want it.”

“Please!” You cried out again, desperate for him to move his hips–as they were currently stilled while his throbbing cock was nestled inside of you. “Please i’ll be a good girl, I’ll never act out again, baby, please.”

“Good girls don’t fuck other men in my bed, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck, Nick–I’m so sorry, please. I need it so fucking bad, please give it to me.” You continued to beg desperately as you fought back tears that threatened to spill from your eyes.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you again before he grabbed your thighs and pushed them back as far as he could manage them before snapping his hips into you.

“That’s fucking right you’ll be a good girl, cause you’re not leavin’ this bed until you can’t fucking walk.”

A few thrusts later, the coil in your abdomen snapped. A loud ringing began in your ears, getting louder as your vision began to blur and grow dark around the edges. Your earth-shattering orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook violently. Filthy words were spilling from Nick’s lips, but you were too far gone to hear them. Instead of slowing down, your orgasm only caused Nick to keep his punishing pace.

Before you could even recover from your first orgasm, you felt another one approaching rapidly–the pressure building even quicker than the first. Mumbles and incoherent words tumbled from your lips as you writhed beneath him.

“Aw, has my poor little wife gone dumb on me? Can’t form a thought in that stupid brain of yours, not when you’re gripping my cock like a fucking vice. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

The second orgasm rippled through your body before you even had a moment to comprehend the words coming from Nick’s mouth. The harsh clenching of your cunt around his cock caused Nick’s hips to stutter once, twice, three more times before spilling his release inside of you. Nick groaned loudly, the sound nearly enough to make you cum a third time.

As his cock emptied inside of you, Nick collapsed foward and came to rest on his hands on either side of your face. The two of you panted harshly, breathing in each other’s air as your sweaty bodies started to recover. Your hands weakly came up to hold his face. Nick turned his face to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist before sitting back up and pulling his cock from you. The sensation caused a shiver to crawl up your spine.

Looking down, you watched as Nick swiped his fingers through your folds and gathered your mixed release. Bringing his fingers to your lips, he whispered softly.

“Taste us, baby. Taste how good we are together.”

Greedily taking his fingers into your mouth–you moaned around his digits as the salty, sweet taste of the two of you coated your taste buds. Nick grinned brightly at the way you sucked on his fingers before coming to rest on his side next to you. You pulled away from his fingers with a pop, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek before turning to face him.

“Took my cum like such a good girl. The only cum that’s ever gonna fill that sweet little pussy, you understand me?” Nick panted, raising an eyebrow as he looked over your face.

You nodded, mumbling a response as you closed your eyes. Nick’s thumb stroked your cheek softly, a stark contrast from every other action he’d taken against you that night. The two of you laid in silence for a long while, a pile of tangled and sweaty limbs. After a while, Nick finally broke the silence.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a very good husband. I didn’t mean to neglect you. Business is important, but nothing is as important as you.”

A small, tired smile spread across your lips before you opened your eyes to look into his soft, icy blue ones.

“Mmm. Just don’t let it happen again.” You joked, earning a laugh from your husband.

Nick scooted his body closer, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips against your forehead in a small kiss. Your eyes closed again as a satisfied sigh left your chest. Nick’s lips stayed pressed against your forehead for a few minutes before he kissed down the side of your face and whispered in your ear softly,

“If you do that again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Even though to anyone else, the threat would have evoked an intense feeling of dread and fear–it simply caused you to laugh.

“Don’t neglect me again and I won’t.”

Nick chuckled before reaching down and squeezing your ass.

After pulling himself from the bed and helping clean up the mess between your legs, Nick tossed the towel in the hamper and began to dress himself again.

“You stay there. I’ll order us some food.”

You smiled at your husband as you watched him button up his dress shirt. As he finished the last button, he slid his phone into his pocket and began to head toward the door. Nick reached out and wrapped his fingers around the doorknob before hearing you clear your throat behind him. As he turned around, he looked at you quizzically.

“Isn’t there something you’re forgetting?” You asked, tilting your head slightly as your eyebrow raised.

Nick looked confused for a moment before his eyes landed on the figure, still laying crumpled on the floor. A smirk danced on his lips as he stifled a chuckle.

“I’ll get someone to clean up the mess.”