#rolex x reader

The sound of the front door slamming shut made you stand up from your seat.

"Rolex, naa ketta maadhiri malligapoo vaangittu vandheengala?" ("Rolex, did you bring jasmine flowers as I asked you to?")

You asked, walking up to him, only to gasp at the sight of him covered in blood.

Not his, you reminded yourself.

Rolex exhaled, taking a beedi out of his pocket before lighting it. "Vela irundhudhu, marandhuten." ("Had work, forgot.")

You narrowed your eyes at his nonchalant, dismissive tone. "Eppadi marakka mudiyum? Idhu enakkaga mattum illa, naalaiki kovil thiruvizha-gaga thaan ketten." ("How can you forget? It's not only for me, it's also for the temple festival tomorrow.")

Rolex walked toward your shared bedroom, not paying attention to your words. You clenched your jaw, strutting behind him. "Rolex! Naa pesradhu unga kannuku theriyala?!" ("Rolex! Can you see that I'm talking to you?!")

Rolex groaned, turning around. He made his way to you, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit the wall.

His eyes scanned your face, his gaze dropping to your lips briefly. "Sonnaen-la? Vela irundhudhu-nu. Naan modhala kulichittu varraen." ("Didn't I tell you? I had work, I was busy. I'm going to take a shower first.")

He turned, and made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You walked over to the bed, plopping down. Your gaze traveled to the bedside table, where a family photo of you, Rolex and your daughter Kanmani.

A small smile tugged at your lips. Kanmani was just born, and Rolex forced Anbu to take a picture of the three of you together, smiling and happy.

Because he knew what his job was. Because he knew the dangers it brought. And maybe, because he knew it would perhaps be the last family picture they'd take together.

Kanmani was only three years old, so she wouldn't question why she spent most of her time with her maternal grandparents in Thanjavur.

Surprisingly, it was Rolex who suggested the idea of Kanmani, and you, being apart from him for most of the time. It worried you, though. That Rolex had grown tired.

And his recent behaviour isn't helping the case.

You swallowed. What if it was true? After all, you were the one who nagged him to start a relationship, to get married. He was hesitant at first, because he didn't want to put you in trouble.

Rolex stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only his boxers, drying his hair messily with a towel. You sat upright, preparing for the conversation you were about to start.

Rolex walked over to the window, leaning against the windowframe as he stared out at the heavy downpour. He opened the window, taking a beedi from a nearby shelf before lighting it.

"Kanmani un amma veetla thaan irukala?" ("Kanmani is at your mother's house right?")

He questioned, taking a drag from the beedi before exhaling it.

"Mm."

Rolex's brows furrowed at your brief response, and he peered over his shoulder. "Poo marandhuten... Sorry." ("Forgot the flowers... Sorry.")

​"Indha bandham unaku venuma, vendama, Rolex?" ("Do you want this relationship or not, Rolex?")

Now, Rolex turned completely, putting his beedi out before setting it aside. His expression was a mix of confusion and annoyance. "Ippo edhuku idha kekra?" ("Why are you asking this now?")

You got up from the bed, storming up to him. ​"Rumba thoorama vilagi poringa!" ("You’ve been acting so distant!")

You pressed your palm against your chest. "Enna pidikalaya?" ("Do you not love me?")

Rolex closed his eyes, clenching his jaw.

"Illa Kanmani-ya pidikalaya?!" ("Or do you not love Kanmani?!")

He opened his eyes, staring into yours blankly.

"Enaku theriyala, Rolex! Ennachu? Idhu yen thappa?! Yen anbu unaku pathalaiya?!" ("I don't know, Rolex! What happened? Is it my fault?! Is my love not enough?!")

Rolex grabbed your arm, tugging you into his arms before groaning into your hair. "Nee yen pondatti. En anbu eppovum korayadhu. Modhalla adha purinju ko, loose-u ponnu." ("You are my wife. My love for you will never end. Understand that first, you crazy girl.")

He bit your earlobe gently, his hand trailing down your back and gripping your waist. "Yen loosu ponnu... Sorry... Naan idha maathikraen." ("My crazy girl... Sorry... I'll fix this.")

You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Kanmani unna rumba miss panra." ("Kanmani misses you a lot.")

Rolex's lips found yours in a messy kiss, making you stagger backwards and fall onto the bed. Rolex fell on top of you, and he pinned your wrists above your head.

"En anbu enna-nu naan unaku kaatraen." ("I'll show you what my love is.")

He tugged off your nightdress, throwing it aside before capturing your lips in a kiss again. His lips trailed down your neck, found their way to your nipples. He swirled his tongue around one, earning a moan from you.

He paid equal attention to the other nipple before his lips made their way down your stomach, then abdomen. He placed a soft kiss right above your caesarean scar, resting his forehead against it for a few seconds.

Then, his lips found your vulva. He looked up, giving you his intense grin before he began eating you out.

You arched your back. "Rolex!"

He ate you out like a starved beast. Your hands gripped his messy, damp hair. Rolex moaned into your pussy at the grip.

Right before you could reach your high, he pulled back. He licked his lips, moaning at the taste of you. His beard was coated with your arousal.

Rolex took off his boxers, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder before gripping your hips, gently spreading your legs.

He lined his cock up against your pussy, clenching his jaw at the sensation. He thrusted forward, burying himself deep inside of you.

You moaned out in pleasure, gripping the sheets. "Rolex...!"

He simply groaned, before thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. "Yen perfect ponnu..." ("My perfect girl...")

Your hands instinctively found his biceps, gripping onto them. You threw your head back as he hit that sensitive spot inside of you. Rolex began thrusting in an angle that made sure his cock hit that spot again and again.

You felt your climax approaching eagerly, and from the way Rolex's thrusts grew faster and harder, it was evident he was close too.

He slammed into you one last time before spilling his seed into your womb, dropping on top of you. You came soon after, clenching around his cock.

He rested his forehead against yours. "Enaku bhayama iruku, di." ("I'm afraid, my love.")

You brought your hands to his face, cupping it gently. "Naan irukaen... Unaku en bhayam?" ("I'm here... Why are you afraid?")

Rolex rarely smiled. All he did was psychotic grins. But whenever he's with you, he manages a weak smile.

Rolex gave your lips a soft peck, before pressing his cock against your entrance again.

You woke up in an empty bed, expecting Rolex to be beside you. You exhaled softly. Right, he's still a drug syndicate who is extremely busy.

You looked toward your left, and see a cover filled with jasmine garlands and a few lotus. A smile pulled up your lips.

You checked the time before closing your eyes again. The festival was only in the evening. And you needed sleep, especially from last night's activities.

Not just because it's animalistic — but because in this position he doesn't have to look at you. Easier to pretend you're nothing when he can't see your face. He can watch the way your spine dips under his palm, the way he sinks into you with a loud — squelch!— of your puffy cunt.

He's got you bent over the wooden table of his warehouse, his bloodied butcher knife right beside your trembling hands that clutched the edges desperately.

"Look at you.." His voice came out as a heated growl, his pupils blown out wide as his gaze landed on your slick coated folds — you're always slick for him, traitor body that it is. He splits you open slow, watches the way your pussy grips him like it's trying to keep him there. Pink and swollen and stretched around his width. He watches himself disappear into you, watches the ring of wetness coat his shaft when he pulls back out.

"Fuckin' soaked down here.. will never ever get enough of this shit — fuck —.."

He sets a rhythm that's all his. Deep and deliberate, the kind of fucking that means something. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. He pulls out again, until only the tip catches on your entrance, then slams back in.

He watches his cock slide in and out of you, glistening now, your slick mixed with his own cum, coating his thighs. A low growl escaped his lips on how good you look like this — on your elbows, ass up, taking everything he gives you.

how he could do this for hours and how he has.

And then he grips your throat from behind, pulls your back against his chest, and he reaches around, fingers finding where you're stretched around him, rubbing tight circles over your swollen clit to pull that orgasm from you again.

"Unna ipidiyey vechukuren.. love seein' you fall apart on my cock..'

And he bites down on your hickey littered neck with a muffled growl mixed with a groan, just as he comes again, filling you up once more.

Yeah.. he's never forgetting this position anytime soon.

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You flinched as you heard your husband shouting your name. You hugged your knees, making yourself smaller.

You stared at your sari drenched in your blood, sitting there on the wooden floor. A shove. You had fallen down the stairs. Which resulted in your miscarriage.

The door slammed open, revealing Selva. He was pissed, and it was evident on his face.

"Thidiyaatha bavae! En pullaiya kooda unnaala olunga paathuka mudiyala!" ("Useless woman! You couldn't even take care of my child!")

Selva continued insulting you, until you glared up at him. "Ennayae moraikriya?! Evlo thimiru irundha en mugatha paathu moraippa?!" ("You're glaring at me?! You have so much arrogance that you dare to glare up at me?!")

He slapped you hard across the face, forcing you to fall off the bed and onto the hard wooden floor.

You clenched your jaw. Just one more week. One more week and you'll get rid of this man forever.

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You got up from the bed, glancing at Selva. He snored peacefully, as though he didn't spend the entire day with prostitutes and chopping people's heads off.

You felt pity for his other three wives. But they provided him with heirs. You were the last one to do it, yet you were the oldest. You were about forty, while the others were as young as twenty-five.

You carefully made your way to the door, hoping your footsteps wouldn't wake him up. No, he was completely drunk. He wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

You glanced at the clock. 3 AM.

As soon as you got out of the house through the back door, you ran as fast are you could through the fields.

On the other side of the field, Anbu would be waiting for you. He would take you to see a face that you believed you'd never see again.

As soon as you saw him, you pulled him into your arms. He wrapped his arms around you tightly. "Akka..." ("Sister...")

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You got out of the car and followed Anbu into the huge warehouse. You almost gasped at the sight of men gathered in there.

"Idhellam avan aalunga thaana?" ("All of these are his men?")

Anbu hummed at your question. The two of you stood in front of a large leather chair and a lengthy table. Beside Anbu, a tall man stood.

A few black cars pulled up at the warehouse, and a loud, booming tune started to play as a man clad in a loose white shirt and black pants stepped out of the vehicle.

Your heart began pounding in your chest. The man walked over to the leather couch, plopping down on it before placing his Marshall speaker on the table. He took off his shades, placing it beside the speaker.

A man beside you began speaking about how his men couldn't defeat a man named Vikram. You couldn't bother to focus on what the man was saying.

Your eyes were on him. On the man seated just a few steps in front of you.

No, he was a shell of the man he used to be. His beard is long and untidy, and his hair is shorter than it used to be. More unkept. A scorpion tattoo trailed along his neck.

He asked the man to come toward him. That's when you noticed it.

A butcher knife rested on the table.

All of sudden, he slammed the man down onto the table before chopping his head off. Everybody flinched. Even gangsters used to violence.

He looked up, blood splattered all over his shirt and face, and even over his speaker. When his eyes met yours, his insane expression faltered and memories rushed back.

"Rolex..." You mumbled under your breath.

Then, his expression reverted back to his deadpan face. He plopped back down onto his couch, propping his legs up on the table before lighting a cigar.

Rolex dismissed the crowd after a long conversation about how he should be addressed as "sir".

You and Anbu stayed back. You nudged Anbu to start talking about your situation, but before he could, Rolex started speaking.

"Ival edhuku inga iruka?" ("Why is she here?")

He didn't even bother looking up. He took off his shirt before using it to wipe off the blood splatters. He asks one of his men to hand him an extra shirt, which he pulls over his body.

Before Anbu could speak, you answered. "Rolex, enaku unga udhavi venum. En purushana neenga dhaan kollanum." ("Rolex, I need your help. You need to kill my husband.")

Rolex finally looked up, and he broke out into laughter. "Wow... Unaku en udhavi venuma?" ("Wow... You need my help?")

You swallowed.

"En moonjiyaeyae paarka koodadhu-nu sonniyae-di? Un appana naan konnae-nu paathapa?" ("Didn't you say you never wanted to see my face again? After you watched me almost kill your father?")

A fresh wave of memories flooded into your brain.

You got on your knees, begging your father not to hurt Rolex. You promised your father you'd do as he said, get married to whomever he chose. But he didn't listen.

He beat up Rolex with his men. Rolex didn't react, even though he was an angry man. He just stood there, getting beaten up. He kept staring at your tear streaked face.

It all turned upside down when your so called fiancé slapped you. Then, Rolex started fighting back. It escalated to the point of Rolex almost cutting your father's head off.

That's when you stopped him.

"Rolex! Ingirundhu poyidu! Un moonjiyaeyae naan inimael paarka koodadhu!" ("Rolex! Get out of here! I never want to see your face again!")

You stared blankly at Rolex. "Anbu," you started, not looking at your friend, before continuing, "konjam veliya ponga. Naan Rolex kitta thaniya pesanum." ("Anbu, please step outside. I want to talk to Rolex alone.")

You walked over to his large chair, standing in front of him. Rolex's eyes scanned your body, and he clenched his fists as soon as he noticed the red marks on your neck and beneath your eye.

"Enna paaru! Avan enna enna panni vechu-rukaan-nu paaru! Kadandha irubadhu varshama naan evlo kodumaiya anubhavichu-rukaen-nu paaru!" ("Look at me! Look at what he's done to me! Look at what I've suffered or the past twenty years!")

Rolex clenched the armrest, already plotting what he would do to that man. You broke down in front of him, dropping to your knees.

"Sari. Naan unaku udhavi panraen. Aanaa... Nee enaku sondham." ("Okay. I will help you. But... You will be mine.")

You looked up, sniffling. He got down on his knees beside you, cupping your face. His face was inches away from yours. "Okay va?"

You swallowed. You had nowhere to go. And you knew Selva would hunt you down. You nodded reluctantly, your hand going over his.

He smirked, getting up before pulling you up with him. He walked over to his car, pushing up his moustache.

You followed, hoping that you made the right decision.

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After Rolex brutally killed your husband, you started living in his mansion. Rolex didn't pay attention to you much, as he was busy all the time.

You got a job as a teacher at a kindergarten, figuring it would distract you from the longing you felt for Rolex. It was as though he was a completely different man now.

You reminisced about your college days, when you were in your third year and met Rolex. He was just a small rowdy back then.

You remembered how he would stand near the tea stall outside your college campus with the rest of his goons. You'd cast a glance at him and he would smirk.

You weren't exactly in a relationship. The two of you would talk about family, and how he was orphaned at a young age. Just before he could confess his feelings, you were taken to your village where your father forced you to marry Selva.

Of course, as soon as Rolex found out, he came to your venue and created a mess.

Now, you looked back and wished you defied your father and left with him. At least you wouldn't have suffered for twenty years.

One night, Rolex was eating dinner, and you were seated across him. You looked up, clearing your throat.

"Uh.... Neenga unga thaadiyava konjam shape panna nalla irukum." ("Uh... If you shape your beard it will look good.")

Rolex paused, before continuing to eat.

The next morning, when you came down the stairs, you noticed Rolex had trimmed his beard, and his hair was neater. The grey was still present.

You struggled to hide your smile, before informing the maid that you were leaving for work.

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A few nights later, you were seated on the couch reading a book when Rolex stormed in. He was pissed.

"Rolex?"

His eyes snapped to your direction, and he strutted toward you. "Naan un purushana konnutu, adhuku badhila dhaanadi unna inga kootitu vandhaen. Ippo adhukaana naeram vandhuduchu." ("I killed your husband and took you in return. Now, it's time.")

He slammed his lips against yours, pushing you down onto the couch. You moaned up into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Back in college, you always dreamt of how his lips would feel. And now you experienced it.

His hands find your waist, and he slides it beneath your tshirt. He pinches the skin on your waist, making you arch up.

The two of you pull back, trying to catch your breath. In a swift moment, he pulled you up into his arms and carried you upstairs into his bedroom.

He dropped you onto the bed, shedding your clothes off. His came onto the floor soon after. He spent a moment admiring your bare body before capturing your lips again.

He massaged your breasts, fondling your nipples. His lips trailed down your jaw and left kisses down your neck. They found your nipple and his tongue swirled around it.

While you were distracted with the pleasure you received from him sucking on your nipple, he slid his length inside of you, catching you off guard.

You let out a gasp at his size, the way he made you feel full. "Rolex..."

You bit your lip, clenching his bicep.

He began thrusting in and out of you, his lips never leaving yours. He pulled back, sighing.

"I have never seen a body so beautiful. You were made for me, di."

Breathy moans escaped your mouth as his thrusts became more impatient. You clenched around his length, and he threw his head back. With a final thrust, he filled you up with his cum.

He pulled out of your cunt, stroking his length before making you sit on your knees. He stood on the bed, stroking his cock beside your face. You looked up at him before taking his length in your mouth.

Rolex gripped your hair before pushing your face even more, making you gag around his length. He pulled out of your mouth, stroking his cock in front of your face.

Rolex pushed you down on your back, spreading your legs apart before eating you out. You arched your back as his tongue toyed with your pussy.

After sucking on your clit, and massaging your thighs, Rolex took a nap with his head on your lap. It was the most peaceful he ever looked.

You ran your fingers through his hair, which caused him to stir.

He rested on his elbow, looking up at you. Without saying a word, he got up before lifting you up with him and carrying you to the bathroom.

He led you into the shower before turning on the water. He just stood there admiring you, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into his arms, staring down at you. (a/n: got this from soorarai potru ahhhh)

You raised your eyebrows, and he just smirked before claiming your lips in a kiss.

Once the two of you were done showering, he put his shirt over you before carrying you to the bedroom again. He dropped you onto the bed before laying his head on your lap.

He closed his eyes, and before you could question him, he shushed you.

Rolex, the biggest drug syndicate in all of India, was calm and quiet in his lover's lap.

You were definitely going to use it against him.