Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Lucien: Abused

⚠️ WARNING: Depicts memories of abuse and heavy sexual content.
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Lucien recoiled as her hand connected with his face. He rubbed his cheek and looked at her worried expression, her eyes wide with fear. He looked at the bruises on her arm, the fresh circular burns on her skin raised. She quickly grabbed her stuff and was about to flee when Lucien reached out, grabbing her hand and stopping her.
    "(Your name), hold on," he pleaded.
    She turned around and was about to smack him again when she saw the tears in his violet eyes. She froze, looking at the man in front of her. The raven hair that brushed his eyes, his strong jaw, the feminine nose; all of him was gorgeous. But pretty looks didn't get you very far in life. She knew that.
    "Don't go back," Lucien said, his voice catching. He cleared his throat and tried to regain composure. "Don't go back to him."
    She shook in terror. Why would she go back to the man that had been abusing her so badly? Didn't she want to be free from him? She shook her head, tearing her arm out of Lucien's grasp. She turned on her heel and walked away, her hair hiding her eyes. She felt pathetic. She knew she had just thrown away the last chance she had of escape. Her hand went to the doorknob, knowing that as soon as she walked out of the apartment, she would be selling her soul to certain death.
    She felt a tug on her sleeve. She quickly pulled away, trying her hardest not to let the wounds be seen. Somebody cupped her face in their large hands and pressed their thin lips against hers. She tried to pry free, but the shock had made her weak. She sank against the man holding her, his lips passionate against hers. She opened her eyes and inhaled sharply as Lucien pulled away, his eyes half-closed and hazy.
    "Don't go back," he whispered, embracing her gently. "Please don't go."
    Tears welled up in her eyes. She felt his shoulders shake. The usually stoic Lucien was breaking down in front of her. She wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes, resting her chin on his shoulder. He hugged her tighter, careful not to hurt her. She felt the tears roll down her cheeks, splashing on his white lab coat.
    "Please," he begged. "Let me show you what true love looks like."
    She bit her lip. Lucien pulled away and brushed away the tears on her face. He gently kissed her again, his eyes sliding shut. He held her face close. She reflexively took a step forward, her body slightly pressing against the professor's body. She felt so loved through his kiss.
    Lucien gently pulled her to him, sweeping her into his arms. He carried her from the living room into the bedroom. He shut the door with his foot and rested her on the bed. He touched her face, and she whimpered, her body shaking violently. She was terrified of what he had planned for her. He could tell that she had been abused for far too long and had no clue of what a loving embrace meant.
    "Look at me," Lucien whispered, gently holding her face. She shyly opened her eyes, the (eye color) irises piercing his heart. "There are those beautiful eyes."
    Lucien bent down and kissed her neck. She was gripping his back so hard her knuckles turned white. She shook, his strong, steady body so familiar yet so foreign. She knew him, but not like this. She wondered what he was going to do to her and how he would behave during it. Would he too turn mean? At least she didn't have to worry about cigarette burns. He didn't smoke.
    Lucien gently ran his hand down her torso and to the edge of her shirt. He lifted it up slowly. She touched his hand, pushing it down slightly. She looked terrified. Lucien stopped and touched her hand.
    "Don't look," she whispered, her eyes closing quickly. "It's ugly..."
    "Nothing about you is ugly," Lucien replied, gently lifting her shirt. He tossed it aside and marveled at the curves on her body. He wanted to look past the scars, the burns, the cuts, and the bruises that littered her otherwise flawless skin. He touched her side gently, and she winced. "Did I hurt you?"
    "N-No..." she lied. It had only been a few days ago that she had received a swift kick to her side. She knew that a few ribs were broken, but he commanded her not to go to the emergency room.
    "You don't need to lie to me or hide things from me," Lucien said, gently touching her clothed breast. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. "I'm a safe place."
    Lucien unhooked her bra and threw it aside. He touched her breasts and licked them, leaving trails of saliva glistening on her skin. She whimpered as he played with her nipples, causing them to grow erect. She let out a small cry as he sucked on one of them. She slapped her hands over her mouth, shaking.
    "Don't hide your voice," Lucien said, removing her hands. "Let me hear it."
    She cried out as he sucked at her chest, causing the throbbing between her legs to grow worse. She gripped his arm tightly, the sweat stinging her wounds. She feared she was going to pass out; she shook so much that she was growing weak. Lucien was patient with her, never once raising his voice or forcing her to do anything.
    "L-Lucien," she moaned, panting heavily.
    Lucien reached down her pants and underwear, running his finger along her folds. He punctured her, then froze when she trembled violently. Further down from her folds, she was swollen and raw. He eyes glossed over with hatred for what that man had done to her. He blinked, dismissing the thought. He wouldn't do anything anal, not that he wanted to in the first place. She was obviously wounded from the last sexual encounter she had.
    "Are you in pain?" Lucien asked as he fingered her gently, making sure that he wouldn't hurt her.
    She shook her head. "No."
    Lucien continued his movements, watching her carefully to make sure that she wasn't hurting herself or that he wasn't hurting her. She writhed in pleasure, her legs bent and her face flushed. She let out a loud moan as she came, her arousal dripping from his fingers. He slowly took them out and smiled at her. She covered her face in embarrassment.
    "I'm sorry," she apologized.
    "For what?" Lucien asked.
    "I didn't mean to cum."
    Lucien blew air through his nose. "That's what my goal was, silly." He uncovered her face. "You don't need to be embarrassed."
    Lucien unbuckled his belt. She looked away, her eyes wide with terror. Lucien realized that she had probably been whipped with a belt previously. It was only logical for her to think that he'd do it to her, too. He set the belt down beside the bed, moving slowly so he wouldn't spook her.
    She felt bad. Lucien was moving so cautiously, he probably wasn't even enjoying himself. She was silently beating herself up, knowing that she was ruining their experience together. Don't think. Just let him do what he wants and get it over with.
    She watched him undress, her eyes glazed over. He slowly and carefully undid the rest of her clothing, tossing it aside so that they were both naked. He touched her body lightly, his finger dancing like feathers. There were scars all over her body, some old wounds and some fresh. She was used as a human ashtray; cigarette burns littered her body. He looked between her legs and noticed that she had been brutally assaulted. He would have to be careful when they made love.
    "I'm going to enter," Lucien whispered, touching her face. "Do you want me to stop?"
    She looked at him. Her eyes said not to stop, but he knew that she was terrified of committing to it. He kissed her gently, his body shielding hers.
    "If you want me to stop, say so," he whispered. "If it hurts too bad or if you get scared, tell me and I'll stop."
    Lucien positioned himself at her entrance. He slowly slid himself in, making her tremble and cry out. She was in brutal pain, but she refused to have him stop. She shook, gripping him tightly. Lucien stilled once he was all in, waiting so she could adjust. He kissed her face, wiping away the tears.
    "You're doing well," he said, his voice shaky with pleasure. "I love you."
    Her eyes widened. He said "I love you" just then. Was he insane? She gripped his arm, her body shaking with pleasure and pain. She felt sick. She was going to pass out. She was going to die. Her brain rattled on, pointing out excuses to have Lucien stop. She was so wounded, physically and mentally, that she had no clue how to act or what to feel.
    Lucien gently pulled out some and slowly slid back in. She gripped him tightly, her legs curled in pleasure. He began to move at a steady rhythm, his eyes never once looking away from hers. She felt so awkward having him stare at her. She saw the sweat beading up on his brow, his look of concentration etched into his face. He brought his lips to hers, kissing her as he moved. She only felt passion and love in his lips. The way he kissed her was so different. Everything about this man was different.
    Lucien panted heavily. She looked to be enjoying lovemaking. He touched her face gently, rubbing his fingers over her hair. She tensed, waiting for him to grip her hair and yank. Lucien noticed and gently touched her cheek. "I won't yank your hair. I'm not a hair puller, anyway."
    She felt her stomach coil. She let out a cry and released, feeling herself run down from her high. She panted heavily, realizing that Lucien hadn't cum yet. She bit her lip, eyeing him as he kept moving above her. He kissed her gently, his breathing ragged.
    "I'm gonna cum," he whispered against her lips. "Where do you want me to?"
   She was confused. Didn't all men cum outside no matter what? Why was he asking her? She bit her lip.  She wanted to be brave. Not just for him, but for herself. "I-I want you in me."
   Lucien's eyes widened, but he nodded. Suddenly, she felt him swell. A warm liquid seeped deep inside of her, filling her up. She held him as he shook, riding down from the high. He slowly thrusted inside of her, trying to impregnate her. He waited a few seconds before pulling out. He held himself above her, his arms shaking at the effort of keeping himself steady. He bent down and kissed her.
    "That's what lovemaking is like," Lucien said, nuzzling her gently. "It's where a couple puts the other's needs above their own. It's about pleasing your partner, both mentally and physically." He touched her face. "Were you pleased?"
    She nodded. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing also ragged. Every breath she took was agony. The motion of her body had made her ribs shift, making the broken ones shift also. She gripped her side and winced, trying her hardest not to worry him.
    Lucien noticed her pain and quickly got dressed. He left the room. She sat up slowly, looking at the sheets. It was common for him to leave so soon after sex and never come back. She felt tears. Was Lucien going to abandon her, too? She wiped away her tears.
    Lucien came back a minute later with painkillers and a glass of water. He gently dropped two of the pills into her hand, and handed her the water. "This will help with the pain."
    She took the medicine and drank the water. Lucien took the glass from her and set it aside, then reached out for her. She shied away, not wanting to be touched. Lucien gently wrapped her in his arms and laid down beside her. He stroked her hair as she was wrapped in his safe arms.
    "I meant what I said," Lucien said. "I really do love you."
    She looked at him. "I-I—" She wanted to repeat the words, but she had no clue how to say them. It had been far too long.
    Lucien kissed her forehead. "I'll be patient. Until you can say the same, I'll just have to show you that I love you."
    As show her he did. Throughout the next few months of their relationship, she had gotten stronger. The wounds had healed, and she had even started gaining back weight. She was happier, more inclined to try things, and overall in better spirits than before. Lucien watched her thrive.
    "I'm so proud of you," Lucien said as he hugged her. "I love you."
    No longer hesitant, she smiled back at him. "I love you too, Lucien."
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Sweet ending. :)
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