yen pondatti
Title : Yen Pondatti (Transl. "My Wife")
Pairing : Rolex x Fem!Reader
Synopsis : Your husband promises to bring you back flowers to adorn your hair, yet he comes back home covered in blood. Not his, obviously. You begin doubting his love for you, and he dedicates an entire night to showing you how much he loves you.
Warnings : Dialogues in Tamil, English translations are provided. Angst (?), Smut, gentle(?)dom!Rolex, sub!reader, idk what else
A/n : eeekkkk!!! I'm so obsessed with suriya rn after watching karuppu 🤧 him as rolex is TOO fine, and I need more of him in that look (got of a bit of that messy look in kanguva, but STILL) dedicating this to my fellow suriya simp @whyishekinda ❤ HOPE YOU ENJOY MY LOVES!!
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The sound of the front door slamming shut made you stand up from your seat.
"Rolex, naa ketta maadhiri malligapoo vaangittu vandheengala?" ("Rolex, did you bring jasmine flowers as I asked you to?")
You asked, walking up to him, only to gasp at the sight of him covered in blood.
Not his, you reminded yourself.
Rolex exhaled, taking a beedi out of his pocket before lighting it. "Vela irundhudhu, marandhuten." ("Had work, forgot.")
You narrowed your eyes at his nonchalant, dismissive tone. "Eppadi marakka mudiyum? Idhu enakkaga mattum illa, naalaiki kovil thiruvizha-gaga thaan ketten." ("How can you forget? It's not only for me, it's also for the temple festival tomorrow.")
Rolex walked toward your shared bedroom, not paying attention to your words. You clenched your jaw, strutting behind him. "Rolex! Naa pesradhu unga kannuku theriyala?!" ("Rolex! Can you see that I'm talking to you?!")
Rolex groaned, turning around. He made his way to you, forcing you to walk backwards until your back hit the wall.
His eyes scanned your face, his gaze dropping to your lips briefly. "Sonnaen-la? Vela irundhudhu-nu. Naan modhala kulichittu varraen." ("Didn't I tell you? I had work, I was busy. I'm going to take a shower first.")
He turned, and made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You walked over to the bed, plopping down. Your gaze traveled to the bedside table, where a family photo of you, Rolex and your daughter Kanmani.
A small smile tugged at your lips. Kanmani was just born, and Rolex forced Anbu to take a picture of the three of you together, smiling and happy.
Because he knew what his job was. Because he knew the dangers it brought. And maybe, because he knew it would perhaps be the last family picture they'd take together.
Kanmani was only three years old, so she wouldn't question why she spent most of her time with her maternal grandparents in Thanjavur.
Surprisingly, it was Rolex who suggested the idea of Kanmani, and you, being apart from him for most of the time. It worried you, though. That Rolex had grown tired.
And his recent behaviour isn't helping the case.
You swallowed. What if it was true? After all, you were the one who nagged him to start a relationship, to get married. He was hesitant at first, because he didn't want to put you in trouble.
Rolex stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only his boxers, drying his hair messily with a towel. You sat upright, preparing for the conversation you were about to start.
Rolex walked over to the window, leaning against the windowframe as he stared out at the heavy downpour. He opened the window, taking a beedi from a nearby shelf before lighting it.
"Kanmani un amma veetla thaan irukala?" ("Kanmani is at your mother's house right?")
He questioned, taking a drag from the beedi before exhaling it.
"Mm."
Rolex's brows furrowed at your brief response, and he peered over his shoulder. "Poo marandhuten... Sorry." ("Forgot the flowers... Sorry.")
"Indha bandham unaku venuma, vendama, Rolex?" ("Do you want this relationship or not, Rolex?")
Now, Rolex turned completely, putting his beedi out before setting it aside. His expression was a mix of confusion and annoyance. "Ippo edhuku idha kekra?" ("Why are you asking this now?")
You got up from the bed, storming up to him. "Rumba thoorama vilagi poringa!" ("You’ve been acting so distant!")
You pressed your palm against your chest. "Enna pidikalaya?" ("Do you not love me?")
Rolex closed his eyes, clenching his jaw.
"Illa Kanmani-ya pidikalaya?!" ("Or do you not love Kanmani?!")
He opened his eyes, staring into yours blankly.
"Enaku theriyala, Rolex! Ennachu? Idhu yen thappa?! Yen anbu unaku pathalaiya?!" ("I don't know, Rolex! What happened? Is it my fault?! Is my love not enough?!")
Rolex grabbed your arm, tugging you into his arms before groaning into your hair. "Nee yen pondatti. En anbu eppovum korayadhu. Modhalla adha purinju ko, loose-u ponnu." ("You are my wife. My love for you will never end. Understand that first, you crazy girl.")
He bit your earlobe gently, his hand trailing down your back and gripping your waist. "Yen loosu ponnu... Sorry... Naan idha maathikraen." ("My crazy girl... Sorry... I'll fix this.")
You hummed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Kanmani unna rumba miss panra." ("Kanmani misses you a lot.")
Rolex's lips found yours in a messy kiss, making you stagger backwards and fall onto the bed. Rolex fell on top of you, and he pinned your wrists above your head.
"En anbu enna-nu naan unaku kaatraen." ("I'll show you what my love is.")
He tugged off your nightdress, throwing it aside before capturing your lips in a kiss again. His lips trailed down your neck, found their way to your nipples. He swirled his tongue around one, earning a moan from you.
He paid equal attention to the other nipple before his lips made their way down your stomach, then abdomen. He placed a soft kiss right above your caesarean scar, resting his forehead against it for a few seconds.
Then, his lips found your vulva. He looked up, giving you his intense grin before he began eating you out.
You arched your back. "Rolex!"
He ate you out like a starved beast. Your hands gripped his messy, damp hair. Rolex moaned into your pussy at the grip.
Right before you could reach your high, he pulled back. He licked his lips, moaning at the taste of you. His beard was coated with your arousal.
Rolex took off his boxers, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder before gripping your hips, gently spreading your legs.
He lined his cock up against your pussy, clenching his jaw at the sensation. He thrusted forward, burying himself deep inside of you.
You moaned out in pleasure, gripping the sheets. "Rolex...!"
He simply groaned, before thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. "Yen perfect ponnu..." ("My perfect girl...")
Your hands instinctively found his biceps, gripping onto them. You threw your head back as he hit that sensitive spot inside of you. Rolex began thrusting in an angle that made sure his cock hit that spot again and again.
You felt your climax approaching eagerly, and from the way Rolex's thrusts grew faster and harder, it was evident he was close too.
He slammed into you one last time before spilling his seed into your womb, dropping on top of you. You came soon after, clenching around his cock.
He rested his forehead against yours. "Enaku bhayama iruku, di." ("I'm afraid, my love.")
You brought your hands to his face, cupping it gently. "Naan irukaen... Unaku en bhayam?" ("I'm here... Why are you afraid?")
Rolex rarely smiled. All he did was psychotic grins. But whenever he's with you, he manages a weak smile.
Rolex gave your lips a soft peck, before pressing his cock against your entrance again.
You woke up in an empty bed, expecting Rolex to be beside you. You exhaled softly. Right, he's still a drug syndicate who is extremely busy.
You looked toward your left, and see a cover filled with jasmine garlands and a few lotus. A smile pulled up your lips.
You checked the time before closing your eyes again. The festival was only in the evening. And you needed sleep, especially from last night's activities.
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