The River // Crimson X Reader

06 | Doubt

[Setting: Present]

THE LAZY RAYS of sunlight poured into the master bedroom, revealing the green walls and furniture. Crimson was sitting against the bed's headboard, smoking a blunt. You sat between his legs, back pushed to his chest. 

"Don't take up all the oxygen with that thing," you said, turning around to him. You lay down on him, crossing your arms over his chest. He set a hand on your waist as he brought the blunt to his mouth.

Crimson blew the smoke away from you. "You already took all of mine when I saw you in that wedding dress." He winked.

"Not bad." You reached up and took his blunt, taking a hit.

As you blew the smoke, he tilted your chin to him and guided your mouth to his own. The kiss was harsh, but you paid no mind to it as you kissed him back.

"Again?" Crimson asked between kisses.

"Hell, yes."

"Didn't you just meet him?" Your sister crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe leading into the kitchen. 

Crimson was upstairs, resting after a long night. You had woken up your sister when you went to get something to drink before sleeping. He fucked up your sleep schedule as it was way past morning. Literally.

You sighed, pouring yourself a coffee. "A girl needs some relaxation once in a while. Especially when your dad 'forbids you from lovemaking' for ten years." You took a sip, tightening your white robe around you. "His words, not mine."

"Yeah, but on the first night?" She walked in and grabbed a mug for herself. "Love your rebellion and enthusiasm, but calm down."

Your hand shot to your chest to stifle a cough as you laughed.

She chuckled, patting your back. "Don't die on me now." She held out her mug to you, and you poured some coffee. "So he wasn't all that bad?"

"Rough," you recalled. "Really rough. Wasn't all that happy when I took his hat."

She scoffed. "Fussin' over a hat? Now, that's something I wouldn't expect from an Imp like him."

She was right. You reflected when you were on your knees and holding the bed's headboard as Crimson pounded you from behind. He was planting kisses on your neck, then you took his fedora hat and wore it. The way he responded wasn't what you expected, sort of ruined the mood from there. 

But you have forgotten all about it, and maybe he did too when you and he orgasmed.

"Overall." You leaned onto the counter. "He was loving, I guess."

She sipped her coffee. "You know he's only doing this for an heir."

You gave her a look. "Just say he wants a kid. No need for fancy words when you're with me."

She gestured with her hand. "A kid then. Have your answers changed when we were kids? The baby names?"

"Nope. Still sticking with Moxxie or Roxxie."

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

As you drank the rest of your coffee with her, doubt cast over your mind. Was he only doing this to have a kid? Nothing else? You didn't believe he was using you. Although this was an arranged marriage, and you thought Crimson was not the right Imp as a kid, your thoughts changed now that years have passed. But did he change?

Did he really love you?