His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter thirty four

You lay there for a while, the pair of you in silence, as you reaffirmed the thought. Gently, you sit up and look down on him, trailing your eyes over his defined bone structure, the crevice of his chin, the cupids bow above his lip, the tip of his nose, now flushed from the cold, and finally the pair of grey orbs that you had fallen for. They were still as beautiful as the day you first laid eyes on him. Still holding that burning intensity, but with a newfound softness that was only ever directed at you.

Pulling himself up to sit up next to you, he placed and arm around your shoulder and guided you so straddle his lap, sitting directly over his crotch, though at the time, you were so transfixed in his gaze that you paid no mind. You brought your hands up, running your fingers softly against the skin of his cheeks and tucking some loose hair behind his ear.

You lean closer, ghosting his lips with yours so that you could feel his warm breath against your skin. You had to kill him. He had to die. Of this, you were certain. But in that moment, with his hands placed lightly against your thighs and your breaths mingling you decided.

"One more night" you mumbled against his lips

He pulled his face back slightly, opening his eyes to look into yours,
"What was that?"

You smiled gently, a certain feeling of calmness stretched over your mind at your plan, even though it still made you sick to your core that you had to be the one to end his life.

"don't worry Feitan. Everything's fine" you whispered before leaning back in and capturing his lips with your own.

The pair of you started gently, with your top lip softly overlapping his, before moving slightly down so that you were able to gently suck on his bottom lip. This is what you needed, intimacy. You wanted your last night together to be spent making love. Caring. Romantic. Loving.

And for a moment, you thought that Feitans allowance of your gentle touches meant that he wanted that too.

But this fantasy was quickly dispersed as he suddenly grabbed your hips harshly and pushed one leg up, effectively flipping you over. Your head smashed into the ground at the unexpected attack, pain waved forewords and your eyes watered, making your vision blurry. You barely had time to make a sound before gasping for the breath that was knocked out of you as you saw the blurred outline of Feitan crawling on top of you.

"God I've missed your body" he whispered against your skin as he began to aggressively suck on your neck, so harshly that you were certain he was drawing blood. His teeth tightened around the sensitive flesh relentlessly, so much so, that you began to whimper, not of pleasure, but pain.

This pain was different. It was horrid. You didn't want this.

"Fei..."

You were suddenly cut off with a sharp intake of breath as he bit and ripped off a piece of flesh with his teeth, his sharp canines making this task easy for him.

"What the FUCK?" you shouted, crawling backwards and raising your hand up to your neck as blood oozed around the small but painful flesh wound. The salt of your fingers burned the exposed flesh making you hiss. although he only took off a few top layers of flesh, it was enough the leave the patch red and raw, a wound that would definitely scar.

"Come on [Y/N], don't act like you didn't love that" he growled, inching closer towards your body

"You love it, remember the screams I used to pull out of that pretty little mouth" he whispered as his hand reached up and closed around your throat with force, so much so that almost instantly, your blood flow was cut off and you were experiencing the light headed feeling you did infect adore. His other hand reached up and caressed your soft lips with his thumb, before dipping into your mouth, which you instinctively ran your tongue against and sucked

It was hot. He was hot. But the pain on your collarbone reminded you that he "missed your body"

He didn't miss me, he didn't come looking for me, he looked for my body.
Is that all this is, a good fuck?
The scarf that I wear even now is not a protective barrier, but a branding. I am his. I belong to him. Only he can fuck me. Because only I can handle the rough sex. That's it.
I'm not special, my body is

"Is that all you remember about us? The sex?" you whispered against his fingers

"No princess, it's not. I swear. And I'm going to show you just how special you are to me, okay?"

And without trusting your better judgment, you let him pick you up off the floor and lead you off. You walked in silence for about 10 minutes, him leading a few feet ahead of you, without once sparing a glance back. He was walking fast, obviously impatient to get the destination where the pair of you would inevitably have sex. His way off showing how "special" you were to him.

It was an odd journey. You spent the entire time staring at the ground, simply following his feet. You felt numb. After all this time of having such extreme feelings towards Feitan, whether that was anger, abandonment, anguish, it was always something. He was constantly on your mind. But now that he was actually standing in front of you, you wished for your mind to focus on anything but him.

He deserves this, you told yourself. He obviously looked very hard for you, so that must count for something. And besides, he's never been that good at expressing his feelings in any way other than sex

That's a lie, there have been small moments of intimacy between us! Like in the katana shop, or on the mission before it went south. Times where I think he is capable of other emotions besides *kill*, *horny*, and *bottomless pit, void of all emotions*.

But the way he treated you earlier, you clearly wanted him to make LOVE to you, but he just wants a good fuck...

That's not true...

Isn't it?...

The psychotic conversation you were having with yourself in your head was brought to a close upon the sound of a heavy metal door being ripped open. The door was deeply rusted and connected to a crumbling structure, chipped white paint overlapped by graffiti. Another abandoned building, with no heating, no electricity, no bed. Great...

He turned round to look at you, his grey eyes glossed entirely over with animalistic lust. Any thoughts you may have had of a loving, romantic, intimate encounter flew out the window with that single look. Feitan moved towards you, walking round the back of you and placed his hands on your stomach, pulling you flush into his body. His hands began to wonder, reaching out to hold the curves in your waist then moving back up, along the ribs and back to the front, as he began to massage your boobs.

He left feathery kisses all down your exposed neck, that all too quickly turned into nips, then bites, which once again you were sure would draw specs of blood.

You stood still, biting your lip as to not give him the satisfaction of hearing a gratifying moan. You didn't know why you were being so petty, but his creeping aggressive nature, which was once such a turn on, was now royally pissing you off. But you would endure it. You still had the lingering thought of death in the back on your mind, and whilst you had considered just doing it now, you thought better off it.

Give him a chance to prove himself. If not that, just one more night, right?

"yeah" you whispered under your breath, "one more night...", as Feitan manoeuvred your bodies into the building.

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A/N:
Next week is smut week u filthy whores, so calm it until then ;)
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