Les Twins Imagines

Imagine 11- Natural Release (Laurent)

[Please, please, please listen to the music while reading the story. The story goes along with the music and it makes more sense as to how i got inspired to make this imagine. Thank you xoxo. Enjoy!]
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Paris. A place where the ocean is blue, and the weather is nice. But life is far from paradise. You came from a hostile place, in America. Bruises on your pretty face. You decided to travel to this foreign land. And soon got married to a foreign man, Laurent.

The day starts off amazing as you are walking on your way home from work. You decided to walk today since it's no longer raining and it's fairly warm out. You walk past a store and smile when you see your husband on the front cover of a magazine. It was labeled: "Sexiest Man Alive." His abs were covered in oil and boxers hanging lowly on his hips. You bite your bottom lip, studying his figure, getting horny in the moment. Your idea of pleasing yourself allowed you to rush home, slamming and locking the front door once arrived. You run up the stairs to enjoy the pleasure that's to come. After locking the door and shutting the blinds, you jump in the bed to start your idea of pleasure. 
Laurent is on his way home, stopping by a shop to grab some pastries and flowers for you. His day wasn't going so well, but the idea of going home and laying in bed with his body next to yours, made the day seem much better.
You slowly take off your shirt and unclasp your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders onto your arms and to the floor. Your cold fingertips make their way to your breast, grouping and pinching at your nipples. You slide off your pants and thin lingerie and spread your body onto the bed. Thoughts of peace and happiness travel to your finger tips as you rub your middle and index finger over your throbbing core. The image of Laurent appearing in your head once again and you close your eyes imagining your fingers being his. You moan out after inserting your two fingers inside you're wet opening. Your moans get louder as the pace of your fingers quicken, driving you close to your climax.
Laurent arrives home and unlocks the front door, letting out a relieved sigh once stepping inside and smelling the fresh scent of lavender. He sets down the pastries and flowers he bought onto the kitchen counter and looks for your warming presence.
"Y/N?" He calls out.
When he doesn't get a reply from you, he walks up stairs and sees the door closed. He tries to open it, noticing that it's locked. He hears you morning through the door, and his eyes widen, wondering what or who could be the reasoning for you moaning. His mind goes straight to the worse possible scenario of you cheating. His eyes fill with tears, memories of the horrible day appearing in his mind again. He goes downstairs and walks to the kitchen. Sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes. He goes to a drawer and opens it up. He sees a box and takes it out, also taking out the gun that was within it. The sound of your moan circling in his mind allowed him to place the gun in his mouth. He shuts his eyes and pulls the trigger.
*BANG!*
You jump out of you pleasure and run downstairs. You drop to your knees, seeing your husband lying on the cold kitchen floor. Bloody and lifeless. Your screams for help can be heard from miles away. You crawl to his head, picking it up and laying it into your lap. Rocking back and forth you call out his name and run your fingers through his hair, hoping, just hoping, he would wake up again. But it's too late. His last breath was made before you could make it to him.
You fight back your tears and dry your eyes. The thoughts of peace and happiness are gone in just an instant.

Wow.. I cried while reading this. It's such a sad story, i had to write it. Just so i could get an image of what he (the singer) had in mind. My apologies if this triggered or upset anyone while reading this. But i hope you kind of enjoyed this short imagine and don't forget to show some love!! ~Morgan