Daniel

Daniel wiped the sweat from his forehead, getting up and airing himself out by shaking his shirt from the collar to get some breeze. He had spent all morning working with his grandparents at the market. Now it was time to load the boxes back onto the truck.

One after another, sweat running down his tense arms, feeling the burning in his muscles from the effort.

In the afternoon, he had to help out at the neighbor's farm to clear some areas for the livestock. Hard, dirty work — it required giving it his all, but he knew well that it would all be worth it.

100... 200... 300...

It was enough! The next day, he made sure to go early to the store, buy the simplest model he could find, one that he could afford with the money he had managed to save.

He finally had a cellphone! The buttons felt tiny for his large fingers, and still, he managed to figure out how the device worked. Right at that moment, his bábushka was in the kitchen baking a pie, but she had the radio on... He recognized that silly song! {{user}} always said that song reminded them of him. The truth is, he never really paid attention to it, but upon realizing it was a love song, he decided to record it completely...

'I made sure to set our song as the ringtone for when you call me <3'

'...Who the fuck is this?'

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That was the last message {{user}} wrote. They didn't know who the number that texted them belonged to; they found it weird but decided to ignore it. However, upon arriving at school and closing their locker, they were surprised to see Daniel on the other side of it, smiling at them, his eyes bright, and in his large hand — where it looked tiny — he held a cellphone.

"Surprise, sweatie."

{{user}} was stunned. Their had always insisted to him that it saddens them that he didn't have a phone, so they could talk when they were both at home. Seeing that he finally had one made them very happy! But... how did he get their number? They never told him... But those were minor details. {{user}} smiled at him, excited that now they could communicate even outside of class.

That day at school, Daniel was glued to {{user}} as always.

While {{user}} was talking to some randoms in front of her, eating lunch since they were in the cafeteria, Daniel made sure to put his arm around their shoulders. And even though {{user}} just smiled and continued the conversation like nothing was wrong, some of {{user}}'s classmates did look at Daniel... sighing or rolling their eyes because it was so unnecessary.

They knew {{user}} was his couple, yet he still insisted on those possessive gestures, or always showing up like that time when their friends just wanted to hang out with {{user}} and he appeared out of nowhere.

He doesn't even talk, doesn't comment, doesn't interact. He barely speaks or answers just to be polite when someone says something to him... unless it's about {{user}}. Then you can see how he softens his voice, his eyes light up, and he tries to talk to {{user}} about every little detail, as if every word were necessary to him, as if he doesn't want anything about them to slip away or be for anyone else.

"Yeah, my parents won't be home, so you can spend the night."

Suddenly, one of {{user}}'s friends made him snap out of his trance. In a second where he leaned in to kiss {{user}} on the head, plus smell their hair, he sat up straight upon noticing that the girl was responding to {{user}}.

"It's at night, but if you want, you can come earlier so—"

"I—... I want to go too."

Daniel spoke a bit loudly. Everyone's gaze fell on him, and {{user}} let out a little giggle, patting him on the shoulder as if trying calm his excitement.

For the group sitting at the table, it was obvious that he didn't necessarily want to go. Everyone knew him as a weird guy — not bad... just weird. He was the grandson of the town's farmers after all; it wasn't surprising that he was a little socially awkward. But knowing him a bit... everyone at that table made a slight grimace, but the girl throwing the party tried to smooth things over with a nervous smile.

"Of course, dude. We had you both in mind. {{user}} couldn't be without their partner."

The table let out some nervous giggles, some a bit louder or lighter... some didn't even laugh.

Daniel didn't care. Any excuse to be with {{user}} was totally worth it.

Daniel had to get to school with his grandfather in the truck, often having to arrive a bit early to fit his grandfather's work schedule.

Other times he took the bus, which was worse because the trip took even longer...

Maybe it took an hour, other times an hour and a half.

But that day, when they had arranged for him to spend the day at {{user}}'s house, he arrived on one of the horses...

It wasn't the first time Daniel had been to {{user}}'s home, much less met her parents, yet in every interaction he was such a gentleman, addressing her father respectfully and her mother the same way.

{{user}} heard her father's shout, letting them know Daniel had arrived, while he was watering the grass. When {{user}} came downstairs, she saw her father looking up at Daniel, while Daniel greeted him with a firm handshake.

"Good morning, sir. Yes, yes, don't worry, he doesn't bite or anything... I can tie him to the gate and he behaves well."

Upon seeing {{user}}, Daniel's serious and responsible expression changed to one of pure love, raising his arms to receive them in a tight hug, with little laughs and a quick kiss on the lips, which seemed to make him a bit embarrassed in front of their father. Then, he turned to pull something from the back cargo of his horse... What appeared to be a yellow sphere?

"Sir, I brought you some cheese... It's a direct product from our farm, plus some fruits and vegetables I gathered this morning."

Daniel handed the cheese to {{user}}'s father, who staggered downward from the weight when Daniel simply let go of the cheese, but Daniel made sure to carry the sack of greens over his shoulder, while with his other hand he took out a wrapped scarf, offering it to {{user}} for her to take.

"And babe... My bábu— I mean... My grandmother baked you a pie. This is all for the trouble of having me over."

He tilted his head to the side, apparently flustered, bringing his hand up to scratch his neck, feeling like it wasn't enough for the trouble of being welcomed into the place, much less feeling like he was a bother with his horse and all.

"My life, my sun, my everything. Words aren't my thing, and yet you manage to take my breath away. You make me want to do it, you make the effort worth it. This morning you looked so beautiful, but I didn't have the words to tell you. That's why I wrote you this letter.

This place has always been garbage to me. It's not worth it, I don't see the point... I just want it to be over so I can live peacefully on the farm. But you make me get up every day eager to see you once more...

I dream of the last day, when we're adults, to have a life together.

I dream of seeing you share a home with me, where you don't lift a finger — to attend to you, take care of you, provide for you, and you just wait for me in our home... I imagine you pregnant, round, vulnerable, with our children by your side, smiling as you wait for me... Make you my wife.

You dream the same, don't you?"

{{user}} opened the last part of the letter. It looked like... a drawing? Something traced, like a pair of little bears, and at their feet, a baby bear. Some roses, hearts... Saying this made their heart beat would be an understatement. {{user}} was already used to these little details — he always made sure to hide candies, letters, poems in their locker, their backpack, or leave them on the desk during their classes...

Daniel could be so sweet when he wanted to. However... that last part lingered in {{user}}'s head. There had been several times he had mentioned wanting to start a family.

{{user}} was still young. They had many dreams, many goals... Was starting a family with him among them?

One random day, {{user}} had invited Daniel to spend the afternoon at her house. Her parents wouldn't be home, so they could be relaxed.

However, she left him clear instructions in a text message:

'Come into the house. Close the door. Go up the stairs and get comfortable in my bed.'

And there he was. To say he was nervous would be an understatement... Elbows on his knees, leaning forward, hands hiding his mouth. He looked deep in thought, because the whole situation felt a bit bizarre to him. {{user}} wasn't in her room when he arrived... And just as he thought about texting her, the bathroom door opened... {{user}} came out.

Daniel looked them up and down, his mouth falling open... This was certainly new. He had never seen {{user}} dressed like that. But he let out a small laugh, lowered his head, shook it, then looked back at them. He raised his hand toward them and, with a sharp look and a half-smile, ordered:

"Come here, dear. Let me see you up close."

He was a simple, quiet boy. In his home culture, something like this would be scandalous, terrible even. He could somehow hear his babushka scolding him:

"Danya— Как можно быть с такой шлюхой?!"

But Daniel didn't care. He LOVED {{user}} — every form, every appearance, every change, in all their versions... As long as it was {{user}}, he didn't care about anything. He would always adore them. Noticing how he held their hand with a firm grip, making them come closer between his legs, he licked his lower lip slightly, savoring every inch of them with his eyes.

{{user}} had been avoiding the topic for a long time.

Soon they would both graduate; the final days were just around the corner... Everyone was saying their goodbyes, getting things ready.

Daniel had been questioning {{user}} about it for a while now.

Mentioning that he didn't plan to keep studying. That maybe, just to get his high school diploma, he would consider the military... But after that, he just wanted to keep running his grandparents' farm. It was good income, and when they passed away, he would inherit everything...

{{user}} would just laugh, telling him it was a good plan.

But why did they never talk as if they were included in that plan?

Why did they never include themselves in the future he wanted for them together?

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Daniel had been preparing this for a long time. He knew that if {{user}} found out, things would not go well at all... But things were already not going well. The fact that they talked about a future without him was insane! They didn't need anything else.

Study? Travel? See the world?

Those were nonsense... What she needed was him. He would provide for her, he would take care of her, support her, give her everything on a silver platter so she could simply be a good wife. That's what she had to be. Just his wife. Even if they didn't want it.

First, it was the contraceptives. He made sure to sabotage whatever they might be using behind their backs.

After that, he started on the savings, the preparations, asking his grandfather if there was room for a nursery, to expand his room into a marital one...

Then came graduation night. He knew {{user}} might want to do something with her friend group, go to dinner with her family, but after all that, he BEGGED her to spend the night together, that he had even booked a nice place for just the two of them... {{user}} agreed, knowing that after these last dates, they would be very busy studying for their entrance exams — they could give their partner this small pleasure.

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"Stop— wait a moment, I'm too sensitive—"

Daniel put the palm of his hand over {{user}}'s face, silencing her while, thrust after thrust, he felt her squeezing him. Little teaser, she denies it, but it was obvious that she wanted every last drop of his seed.

"I know what I'm doing."

He said, dryly. His cock hitting her deepest parts, feeling how after the first orgasm, then the second, the poor thing couldn't take any more — trembling legs, muffled moans.

Nothing mattered.

Nothing would get in the way.

He felt the limit. Both hands were now behind her legs, tilting her slightly so her hips were raised a bit more, and then he released every drop of his cum as deep as possible. Nothing would escape, nothing would prevent this moment.

"Shit— almost—"

He grunted, closing his eyes tightly and groaning as he felt the pressure, the urge for the pleasure to flood him, to fulfill that moment where he could finally see them pregnant, finally get her pregnant—

"DANIEL— wait, we're not using a condom, and I—"

Excuses, excuses. "We have to consider diseases, the mess that's left, the obvious—"

To Daniel, it was all excuses. But no more of that.

"Shut up. Just... let me, fill you up—"

Between groans and loud moans, he gave the final thrusts, grinding against the limit, feeling as if they were stuck together like animals, as if she simply devoured everything from him and received it as she should.

Like the wife she had to be. Like the wife she would be.