Gangster love (Bts Taehyung Fanfict)

Chapter 24

"Say my name gangster." 

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"What..?" he gulped as you smirked on response. "I can play you how I want now" you ruffled his hair and continued to stroke his ****, low groans escaped his mouth as he allowed you to take control of his body. Your slow movements continued to frustrate him as he grabbed your hand making you go faster. You scoffed at his poor attempt as he glared at you with lust overflowing his pupils. 

"What if we change roles?" he pulled your hand off and pushed you under him, shaken by his act you laid there watching him undressing you. "You'll be the one calling my name." 

As he ended his sentence he pushed his fingers in you making a soft moan escape you as you tried your best to stay quiet, his movements weren't enough as he inserted himself, loud moans of pleasure echoed, bouncing off the walls. Your weak attempt at being dominant had failed as you let him play with you releasing all the pleasure out of you. After an exhausting yet so pleasurable act you laid in his arms as he gently played with your hair. 

"No matter how hard I've tried I can never replace you." you mumbled into his chest making him giggle. "There's no need to replace me, I'll do anything in my power to keep you safe."

His gentle words relaxed the tenseness in your body, sending your thoughts away in waves of tranquil. After laying for some time he helped you clean yourself as he also took care of his own cleanliness. It was all like a small fragment of time as you got back into bed and fell into dreamland in the presence of his safety. Nothing can feel more safe than a person who is your home and savior. 

Days flew by as you focused on finding Yeong-Choi. Paperwork kept pilling up as each day past more and more responsibility was put on you.Although you enjoyed this field of work sometimes it was a bit overwhelming, especially since you were worried for your parents. 

Ring..Ring

You checked your phone only to be met with your moms name popping up on the screen. A hard gulp of air made its way down your esophagus as you answered the phone shakily.  

"Honey bear a man is looking for you?" she whispered into the phone, loud knocks echoed in the background. All the scenarios that you had built up through these past weeks have finally become reality. "Did he say his name?" you asked still in a trance. "No...but he hurt your dad...who is this ?" hearing your mother this afraid was making you even more worried than you have been. 

"His a killer...call the police please" you replied frantically. Everything went silent.

Silence was everywhere. There was a silence to your soul; you are fall leaves under frost. you felt the chill in your blood, coldness bringing the synapses of your brain to a stand still. Part of it is a pain, yet one you can endure, one you can sleep through night after night without the anesthesia of false hope. This moment is your  winter; you now wait for spring and the chattering of the birds.

"Mom?" you finally got yourself to speak

Nothing...

A low growl of a door creaking echoed through the phone, as the beginning of a scream echoed but was quickly interrupted by a soft penetrating sound followed by disturbing gargling. Your throat went dry, no words could be spoken to take you away from this moment.   

There was hope before. Just a tiny flicker against the wind. With the open eyes of a child you reached out, fingers extended. In that moment you had a choice of kindness or cruelty; it took no time at all for you to decide. You saw that dying ember and brought the winds to a cold howl. How is your thinking so different from my own, so alien? How is it you see the suffering and choose to make it all the worse?