#cw.cheating

Being hired as a nanny and taking care of his child! Him, his child, and his wife are such a beautiful family it's a shame that you will be the one break it up.

Nanny!Reader who takes better care of the child than his stinky wife, she is beautiful but he caught your attention first.

Nanny!Reader who gets touchy with him, he doesn't seem to mind so why should you stop? Going out with him and the child, just like how your big happy family.

Nanny!Reader who blushes and waves off comments when people say that "your" child is so sweet and "your" husband is so sweet as well..

Nanny!Reader who decides the relationship should go further, seeing how he blushes and takes long glances towards you. Making him love you more than his wife!! <3

Nanny!Reader who convinces him just to have some fun, his wife won't know~ The "small" fun leads into more, your on-top of him. His dick inside of your hole, clenching around his dick.

Nanny!Reader who rides him, faster and harder. Wanting to give him more pleasure than his wife gave him before!! Marking his chest and neck with your bite marks and hickies!! :p

Nanny!Reader who doesn't stop when she comes in the room, the wife screaming and he doesn't care. He wants to fill you up, you just smile and look at her shocked face. You wonder if his face would be that shocked if you had chosen her instead of him.

he truly did want you to be happy. but seeing you happy with someone else? now that pissed him off.

you were supposed to be happy with him.

and you weren’t, no matter many times you insisted you were, ghost could pickup on your unannounced frustration.

—the falter in your breath when he came home too late and too tired to watch that favorite show with you, the sadness that outlined your jaw when he forgot an important date because fuck him, he was busy and deployment was nearing, or the tension that rested in-between your eyebrows when he retracted his hands from your hips because for a second, it reminded him of something terrible. to terrible for him to even dare to associate that with you, his lover.

well, his lover, at the time.

because now, you were someone else’s lover, and someone else had their hands on you hips, and kept it there, gripping the way that ghost knew you liked.

you probably showed konig the same way you showed him. somewhere in-between the sheets, in his lap, your hands guiding his, nails sinking into skin—

ghost’s blood boiled. more, if that was even possible.

but you were happy. and as much as simon now hated a man he had never really talked to before you fell into his embrace, he loved you too much to interfere. he was pissed, but if you were happy, then that was that.

they talked once, though, when their squads had to train together, and him and konig awkwardly stood in each others presence during the aftermath.

“how is she?” was all that ghost asked.

konig was confused for a moment, since he hadn’t really put much weight on your previous relationship with the lieutenant. you didn’t talk about him much, just a few words before a bittersweet smile.

“ah. y/n? she’s doing well.”

konig would have expanded more, if ghost hadn’t interrupted him with a grunt, and walked off.

konig told you about the interaction later that night, when the two of you were in bed, cuddling. your heart twinged a little, curling in on itself and seemingly wilting. he cared, still. he always did, when you were dating. but you figured that the breakup meant that he stopped.

guiltily, and without konig’s knowledge, you decide to send ghost a text, to meet somewhere public, like a cafe, and talk about… things. you didn’t know what, but that didn’t matter, because to your surprise, ghost texted a yes back instantly.

so when konig is working, you slip out of your home to the aforementioned cafe. ghost is there, having arrived before you, your typical order already on the table, himself with nothing.

“y/n.”

“simon.”

at first, the conversation is uncomfortable, the both of you stepping on the other’s figurative buttons— but by the second dry joke and held back laughter, the two of you fell back into something comfortable. the elephant in the room— your now boyfriend, however, was left unmentioned for the first hour. that is, until ghost said that he wanted to talk to you about more serious things, somewhere more private.

“simon,” you say slow, his name searing your lips. your eyes match his gaze, a pounding in your heart. “i’m with someone… i’m with konig.”

he hesitates— and you’ve never seen him uncertain before. in a way it was endearing as it was nerve wracking. “i know. i know that, y/n.” he looks around the cafe. “but please. there’s so much i want to tell you, but—“

“but you’re uncomfortable here,” you finish for him. you knew him better than he knew himself, really. ghost was a private person. meeting at a cafe was him compromising for you. you knew it wasn’t something that he would have preferred.

“yeah.”

eventually, you caved.

back at his place, things looked more disheveled since you were here last. the counter was a mess, a blanket and a few pillows on the couch, no doubt moved from his bedroom. you figured that he hadn’t been able to sleep in silence since you left, needing the comfort of the television.

he senses the tension crawling under your skin as you stood by his counter, one hand grazing the granite edge— heard the hitch in your breath when he caged you with his frame.

his eyes caressed the curves of your face before his finger did, and his scent— so familiar and yet so unfamiliar now, god— you flinched.

“simon,” you say, voice stern but soft. he watches as your eyelashes flutter close to compose yourself. “what is it that you wanted to talk about?” it comes out more of a statement than a question. get on with it, stop toying with me.

he drops his hand, places it on the counter next to you. leans his weight into it, your bodies close enough to touched if you moved just an inch. “are you happy with him?”

you hesitate for just a second, konig’s face flashing in your head. your heart lights aflame with guilt. “yes,” you say, as convincingly as you can.

“and you’re done with me?”

now that was unfair. how could he ask you that when he had broken up with you? you look away, refusing to answer.

his finger reaches out to tip your chin so you had to look him in the eyes.

“i asked you a question, y/n.”

you remained silent.

softly, into the shell of your ear, he whispered, “if you don’t answer, i’m going to kiss you. then i’m going to slide my hand up your shirt, and down your legs, and love you the way i should have. so answer me.”

it ran shivers down your spine, but you wouldn’t move. “answer me,” he said, his voice straining between his gritted teeth.

his hands slide up the side of your hips, but instead of the places he promised, you shudder when his fingers dip into the inner skin of your thighs, under the fabric of your sundress. he grazed his nails exactly the way he knew would make you go crazy, a silent reminder that he still remembered how to please you.

and then, his fingers pressed against your core, the fabric of your underwear the only barrier. your breathing goes heavy, and he watches your reaction with an intensity that left your head pounding.

Wheras someone like Archie would just stomp over and start yelling obscenities until the end of time, and rightfully so, Maxie might be… Unexpectedly into this? You don't know he's there, and you don't know he's watching. (Having a burning, throbbing cock almost as thick as your arm inside you does things like that to a girl.) But your partner is listening to all of your strangled gasps, his own cock straining against his underwear, face flushed bright red with a mixture of humiliation, mortification, and arousal.

When you shift around, changing your position so your leaning on your elbows instead of your hands, Maxie can see your stomach bulging with the girth from his own partner Pokémon's cock. Upon seeing it, all he can think is that you must be forever ruined at this point, aren't you? How could any human, how could he ever satisfy you again, after this?

why was she on his bed, under the same cover with his marks littering her skin every night? why she keeps 'accidentally' moaning his name when her boyfriend fucking her dumb?

yeonjun looked at his side, the pretty girl he couldn't call his was sleeping soundly, arm resting over his bare chest. there was no sign of fear nor anxiety on her face when she might get caught once she got back to her apartment tomorrow morning and kissed his friend as if she didn't spend the night here.

climbing down from the bed carefully, he took the camera he hid behind the shelves and sent a message to her boyfriend, smiling lightly at the picture of a sleeping couple he attached before finding him typing a reply for it.

bestie westie me fink [01.22 am] : jun, istg i didnt mean to cheat with ur gf...

"oh, you're back early." you sighed, weary voice dripping with sarcasm as atsumu entered the apartment at circa three in the morning that night.

he stopped in his tracks, not expecting you to still be up. he quickly regained his composure, though, shrugging your remark off. as usual.

fucking bastard.

"s'mthin's the matter? 's late 'n i'm tired." he mumbled as he took his coat and shoes off, yawning as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

weird, he thought as he noticed your shampoo bottles, conditioner and basically each and every one of your toiletries gone from the shelves, but he was too worn out to pay any mind to it. his limbs, too sore from flexing muscles and pulling at sheets and flesh, his neck littered with dirty marks; small and painful reminders that he never really belonged to you in the first place.

only when he got out he noticed the two suitcases right outside your living room, neatly packed with what he presumed to be all of your belongings.

"hey, uh, you goin' somewhere? 's late." atsumu said, a hint of genuine worry laced in his voice.

"yeah, i am, but don't worry; my ride should be here any minute no— ah!" you delightfully gasp as your phone lights up and starts ringing.

atsumu didn't have time to peek at the caller's ID since you quickly snatched it from the couch, but an odd feeling of dread started seeping through his bones.

"yes, yes, i'm all packed. 'm gonna be out soon. hm?" you quirk an eyebrow and look up at the man before you, giving him a small smile. "yeah, he's home, surprisingly."

"who're ya talkin' to?" atsumu asked, confusion and anxiety building up in the pit of his stomach.

you hush him with an annoyed look and a wave of your hand, eyes drifting away from his face to look out the window, giving a hearty laugh at whatever the person on the other end of the line said.

"you pullin' up? right— oh, i see you! mhm, i'll be there in a minute, 'samu."

'samu.

atsumu's blood ran cold.

"ya bitch!" he couldn't help but scream, disbelief clouding his handsome features, brown eyes wide in shock and pretty lips parted in fright. atsumu looked truly horrified.

this was absolute peak comedy to your battered heart.

you never got to see him like this before, never got to witness him crumble. never heard that sheer amout of rawness in his voice. you realised that this was probably the only time miya atsumu seemed truly alarmed at the thought of you leaving.

you chuckled bitterly, eyes trained to his shattering face as you got up from the couch to grab your things.

"what?" you ask. "didn't think i'd have it in me, hm? you really thought that i was that fucking dumb, atsumu? that my only purpose was to be a hole you fucked and then got rid of whenever you felt like it?"

no more words came from the blonde as you opened the door, the cold air crisp and refreshing against your face.

"well, my love," the word felt like acid on your tongue. "it takes two to tango."

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