Fic: Games we Play (Kuzgun/Dila) NSFW

Fic: Games We Play (Kuzgun/Dila)

Rating: R

Summary: As Dila gets ready for a dinner date, Kuzgun finds a way to detract her from leaving.

Dila grabbed a make-up brush from the vanity table and started applying foundation onto her skin. After a few minutes, she studied her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was loosely curled, her make-up fresh. Now she just had to slip into her dress and she’d be ready to head out.

The outfit she’d chosen for the evening was a satin maxi dress in a deep maroon shade, with a plunging neckline and an open back, cut in a style that flattered her figure. It wasn’t new, but it had been a while since she wore it. Soon she was dressed and in the process of adjusting the straps when Kuzgun entered the bedroom, stopping midstride upon noticing her. For a few seconds he simply stood mesmerized, gaze fixated on her. Amused, she paid him no heed and instead started trying on different pairs of heels to see what worked best.

“Where are you going in that?” he asked.

“You know where.”

“To meet your ex-boyfriend for dinner.”

Dila turned around to face him, shaking her head with exasperation when she saw the stubborn set of his jaw. “I invited you to come as long as you behaved yourself with him. You’re the one who refused, remember?”

“Why would I want to have dinner with some pretty boy you used to date?”

“Because Deniz is looking for a construction company for one of his projects?” she retorted. “And if we land a big contract like that, it would be amazing for us?”

Kuzgun had remained true to his word and stopped all involvement with illegal activities. Now he and Cihan ran a construction company that was slowly starting to make waves in the industry. Of course landing a prestigious project like the one Deniz was planning would put the company on a different level altogether and Dila was determined to help them acquire the contract. Even if Kuzgun was dead set against working for someone she used to date.

“And stop acting like I’m going on some romantic dinner date with him,” she chastised. “It’s a party, his fiancé will be there. And Cihan too.” While Kuzgun’s strength lay in making sure everything came together efficiently, Cihan was the one who went out and schmoozed potential clients. Over the past few months Dila noticed Cihan had a real talent for it and she was excited to see him work the room tonight, especially Deniz.

Kuzgun leaned back against the dresser, his gaze trailing down the length of her body. “When he sees you in that dress, he’s not going to want to marry anyone else.”

Even though he knew she was madly in love with him, Kuzgun still struggled with jealousy. If anyone dared to look at her for longer than two seconds, he was triggered. If he could have his way, Dila would never see any man other than him, Cihan, Kartal and the neighbourhood teenagers that were a part of their extended family. Not that she would ever admit it to him, but she enjoyed his possessive nature and, at times, deliberately taunted him. Like, right now.

She sauntered towards him, hips swaying side to side, until coming to a stop directly in front of him. Arms linked together behind his neck, she reached up to brush his lips ever so softly. His eyes darkened, stark hunger written on his face. “How do I look?”

His voice was hoarse. “Terrible.” He swallowed an audible breath. “You should remove this dress and wear something else that covers every inch of you.” His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

“That’s too bad,” she murmured, trailing her lips down his neck. “I was hoping to seduce Deniz into giving us the contract.”

In one fall swoop he circled them around, and Dila found herself trapped against the wall with Kuzgun now in charge. His eyes pored over her face, his body pressed against her tightly.

“Don’t you dare joke about seducing someone else,” he growled.

She felt him against her waist, and a small smile curved along her lips. “Or what? What will you do?”

Raising her arms over her head, he held them in place with a tight grip. “Nothing.” An unexpected smile lit up his face, taking her by surprise. “I’ll just remind you of one.” He dropped a tender kiss on her forehead. “Tiny.” Then the tip of her nose. “Fact.” His teeth nipped at her chin. “That no one, absolutely no one, can make you scream like I can.” Before she could react his mouth closed over hers, devouring her so thoroughly that all thoughts escaped her brain. Her hands, now free from his grip, arched around his neck, the back of his head for support. Whether it was slow, sensuous kisses or a passionate one she loved kissing him, feeling the burn of his beard against her skin which should have been painful but somehow turned her on even more. As if every time they kissed, he left his mark on her.

When he dragged his lips away to suck on the spot just below her ear, she protested at first, only to feel her knees buckle at the electric sensations that ran through her body. She started pulling at his t-shirt, desperate to undress him, but he wasn’t interested in speeding things along, instead slowly trailing wet kisses down the exposed skin from her plunging neckline.

Even amidst the fog of heavy desire that she was in, she remembered Kuzgun’s tendency to rip things off of her. “Don’t ruin the dress,” she exhaled through ragged breaths. “Please.”

A devilish smile graced his mouth but he didn’t answer. Instead, his lips closed over her left nipple through the satin fabric while his fingers played with the other nipple, slowly driving her mad with desire. His tongue lapped at the hardened nub, teasing her, taunting her, and her fingers curled into his hair, head lolled against the wall as soft moans of pleasure echoed from within her.

He was on his knees in front of her, looking up at her with such love in his eyes that she still wondered if this was all real. For so long she had been submerged in guilt and loneliness, in excruciating pain, that sometimes it was hard to believe she and Kuzgun were really together, that they’d been married for a year and the happiness she felt everyday wasn’t an illusion. Her hands cupped his face, her thumb gently caressing his lips.

Her lace panties were swiftly pulled down to her strappy heels. After she stepped out of them he shoved the fabric aside, hiking the dress up to her waist. He knew her body, every inch, every crevice, what made her scream and ache. He knew how to work her with his mouth, how to tease her little by little until she was soaking wet and begging for more. His tongue darted across her clit, circling the nub, while his fingers thrust inside her, curving in just the right way so she was loudly moaning.

He wasn’t a selfish lover. He took his time in pleasuring her, he truly enjoyed driving her crazy with ecstasy until she was fisting his hair so tightly, her body so boneless and fluid that she didn’t know how she managed to stay up.

Somehow, someway, she undressed him, throbbing to feel his naked skin against hers. He was already hard, his cock beautiful and slick. Her fingers wrapped around him, pumping him slowly. Her tongue and teeth scraped along her name on his naked chest, the gesture driving him wild. All the other names were long gone, now covered by tattoos, but not hers. Never hers. Because she owned him and he owned her.

When he picked her up and placed her on the edge of the vanity table, her leg arched around the back of his thigh for support, making it easier for him to penetrate her. He thrust inside her, fast, hard, in unpredictable rhythms that left her breathless and trembling. Her breasts were long scooped out of her dress and his mouth worshipped them just as he worshipped the rest of her body. She felt herself rushing towards the edge of a cliff, her body yearning for release that only he could give her. Her teeth bit into his shoulder, his grunts echoed in the room. “Dila!” he groaned, over and over again, biting her, kissing her.

Her orgasm struck before long, and she was screaming his name just like he’d predicted.

***

Kuzgun may not have ripped her dress but it was in no condition to be worn. The fabric had several wet spots, in some very conspicuous areas, rendering it unfit for the party.

“Still planning to wear that?” Kuzgun asked, He was propped up in bed, naked save for the sheets that were haphazardly thrown across his waist, watching her with a self-satisfied grin.

“You know I can’t,” Dila grumbled, removing the outfit while simultaneously rushing to the closet to find something else to wear. “You ruined the dress.”

“You asked me not to rip it. I didn’t.”

She tried on a black spaghetti-strapped dress only to realise Kuzgun had left hickey marks that were very visible in the outfit.

“Yes, wear that. Let pretty boy know he has no chance.”

“Shut up.”

After a quick search of her closet she finally found a dress that was presentable and managed to hide all the bite marks Kuzgun had left. Unsurprisingly, it meant she was covered from head to toe. Her hair was tangled, her make-up dreadful, and she looked like a complete mess – not the image she wanted to present tonight. She glanced over her shoulder to glare at Kuzgun while struggling to get her hair under control. “I look terrible! And I don’t even have time to shower.”

Kuzgun smiled, biting his bottom lip. “No, you look beautiful. Like you’ve been thoroughly fucked by your husband.”

“You made me late on purpose.”

“You weren’t complaining a few minutes ago when you were screaming.”

“I’ll get you back next time you have somewhere to be.”

A wicked eyebrow lifted in anticipation. “Promise?”

Blushing, she threw her hairbrush at him.

As she quickly reapplied her makeup, her gaze locked with his in the mirror. There were moments when he tried every inch of her patience, nights when they fought like cats and dogs, but despite their most tumultuous moments she knew without a doubt how much he loved her. It was evident in the way he stared at her adoringly, like he was right now, when she vented about something Meryem said and he’d listen and join in and they’d laugh about it together, or when her pregnancy tests came back negative each time and he reassured her that one way or another they were going to be parents even if it wasn’t to biological children. He was her partner, her confidante, her lover and they were committed to each other for life.

The doorbell rang, bringing Dila out of her reverie, and she stood up to answer Cihan.

“Don’t get too friendly with pretty boy. I have spies everywhere,” Kuzgun said, giving her a pointed glance.

She laughed. “You mean Cihan?”

As she picked up her purse to leave, he protested. “At least kiss your husband before you go.”

Dila approached him. Instead of giving him a kiss like he was expecting, she picked up the glass full of water sitting on the nightstand table and poured it over his bare chest.

He yelped, leaping up. She ran through the house and out the door, giggling the entire time. Payback was a bitch.

A/N – Thanks for reading! If you enjoy my writing and/or are looking for something original to read, please give my original novel a shot.

Thank you 🙂

One thought on “Fic: Games we Play (Kuzgun/Dila) NSFW

  1. Lazeema u know how to taunt us n ache for Barış.Ur posts make me miss him more bt atleast in my dream world I can imagine ur wild,dirty posts.Love u n keep doing this good n crazy naughty work.

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