Imagine Book 2 (Requests Welcome)

Relief - Marie Moreau (Gen V)

As requested by JaedenShirley! Male Y/N.

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

All characters are of age :)

The night was still, the sky an inky canvas dotted with twinkling stars that looked down on Godolkin University. The campus was quiet, with most students tucked away in their dorms, resting after another day of intense training and classes. But not Marie. She stood by the large window in her room in her t-shirt and panties, her fingers absently tracing the glass as she gazed out into the night. The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, highlighting the thoughtful expression on her face.

Her mind was far from the quiet of the night. It was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, memories of the day swirling like a storm. She had barely made it through her combat training without losing control, the sight of her own blood stirring something dark and powerful within her. The fear of losing control, of hurting someone, haunted her every moment.

But tonight, there was something else on her mind—someone else.

A soft knock on her door pulled her from her thoughts. She turned, her heart skipping a beat as she recognized the familiar rhythm of that knock. It was him. Her lips curled into a small smile as she crossed the room, her fingers tingling with anticipation as she reached for the doorknob.

"Y/N," she whispered as she opened the door, her voice a mix of relief and joy.

There he stood, Y/N, her anchor in the chaotic sea of her life. His presence was like a balm to her troubled soul, soothing her fears and calming her racing heart. He smiled at her, that easy, confident smile that never failed to make her feel safe.

"Hey, Marie," he replied, his voice warm and gentle. "I thought you might need some company tonight."

Marie stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him. The room seemed to brighten with his presence, the shadows retreating as he moved closer to her. He wrapped her in a gentle hug, and she melted into his embrace, her head resting against his chest. The steady beat of his heart was a comforting sound, grounding her in the moment.

"I did," she admitted softly, her voice muffled against his shirt. "It's been... a rough day."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes. His gaze was filled with concern, but also with understanding. He knew her better than anyone else, knew the struggles she faced, the battles she fought within herself. And he was always there for her, no matter how dark things got.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Marie hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I just... I keep feeling like I'm on the edge of losing control. Like, one wrong move and everything will fall apart. I'm scared, Y/N. I'm scared of what I might do."

Y/N's expression softened, and he took her hand, leading her to the bed where they both sat down. He kept her hand in his, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her skin.

"Marie, you're one of the strongest people I know," he said, his voice steady and reassuring. "You've been through so much, and you still keep going. I know it's hard, and I know you're scared, but you're not alone in this. You have me, and I'll be here with you every step of the way."

His words were like a lifeline, pulling her out of the depths of her fear. She looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there, the love that shone through. It was that love that kept her grounded, that gave her the strength to keep fighting.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"You won't ever have to find out," he replied, his hand moving to cup her cheek. "I'm not going anywhere."

Marie leaned into his touch, her eyes closing as she savoured the warmth of his hand against her skin. It was moments like these that made her believe that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. As long as she had him, she could face whatever came her way.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "You're really good at this, you know that?"

He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek. "Good at what?"

"Making me feel like everything's going to be okay," she replied, her smile widening.

"That's because it will be," he said, leaning in closer. "As long as we have each other, we'll be okay."

His words were a promise, one that she knew he would keep. She tilted her head up, closing the distance between them as she pressed her lips to his. The kiss was soft, tender, a silent exchange of love and reassurance. It was in moments like these that Marie felt truly at peace, the storm inside her quieted by his touch.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips. "I love you, Marie," he whispered, the words sending a thrill through her heart.

"I love you too," she whispered back, her voice filled with all the emotion she felt.

Y/N smiled and adjusted Marie on his lap so that she was straddling his knee, her back against his chest. "You still seem like you need some... relief..." He began to bounce his knee, knowing she liked it.

Sure enough, Marie moaned lightly, biting her lip. "Oh... Y/N..."

"Marie turn around," Y/N commanded gently, still bouncing his knee. "I want to see your beautiful face." He helped her to adjust herself and grinned when she saw her face flushed as she began to feel aroused. "Go ahead, just relax, I want to make you feel good."

Marie began to move her hips on Y/N's thigh, sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hands found his shoulders and she gripped them, the friction of her hips moving on his thigh making her wet. She hummed in pleasure, beginning to move faster.

Y/N continued to bounce his thigh, enjoying how happy Marie looked. He loved how he could effortlessly make her feel good after a hard day. He knew how tough her life could be sometimes, and wanted to do whatever he could to make it easier. "That's it, baby, keep going."

Marie's grip on his shoulders tightened as she felt a familiar burning sensation in her core. "Y/N, I'm going to... I-I'm going to..."

"Shhh..." Y/N pressed his finger to her lips. "Go on..." He removed his finger and leaned forward, replacing it with his lips. He kissed her deeply, his tongue making its way into her mouth. He explored every inch of it, his hands finding Marie's waist and moving her hips even faster on his leg.

Suddenly, Marie moaned loudly into the kiss as she felt herself release. Her juices soaked through her panties and onto Y/N's jeans, leaving a visible wet spot. She pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily.

Y/N chuckled and ran his hand through her hair. "There, didn't that feel good?"

She nodded and spread her legs, looking at her soaked panties. "Oops, made a bit of a mess, didn't I?"

Y/N laughed and lifted Marie off of him and placed her on the bed. He took off his jeans and tossed them to the side and then went over to Marie's dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of panties for her. "Here..." he took her soiled ones off and slid on the clean ones. "Now why don't we get some rest? Tomorrow's a new day, and we need to be prepared for it." He crawled into bed beside her and wrapped her up in his arms.

Marie hummed contentedly and closed her eyes. "Thank you Y/N. For always being there for me."

"Of course, babe," Y/N whispered, his hot breath tickling her ear. "I love you..."