𝕎𝕙𝕪 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 // Donald Na X Fem Reader

{9} Being Comforted By Donald

TW: Mentions of rape.

I got dressed and followed Donald from the bathroom and into the kitchen. He went to the fridge and pulled out the pot of spaghetti sauce. Then he placed it on the stove and turned it on. I walked over and took the lid off, then set it on the counter. He turned to me and looked down at my neck. Anger filled his eyes.

"What?"

"Those fucking marks. That bastard put so many of them all over your body."

"Donald-"

He grabbed my chin and tilted my head, so he could see the marks clearly. Then he growled and leaned down to my neck.

"What are you doi-"

He started to kiss each of them. After he was done with the ones on my neck he moved to my chest.

"If I ever see his fucking face again I'll kill him," Donald growled.

"Hey," I gently placed my hand on his face and pulled him to eye level with me. "I'm fine. You've done more than enough. You already beat him up and you're taking care of me."

"He didn't just hurt you. He took my money. He gets a beating for that one too."

I hugged him, as I do I looked at the stove and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked.

"You turned the stove on too high, silly."

He looked at me and then the stove. "Oh."

I turned it down to the right temperature and then grabbed a pot out of a cabinet and began to fill it with water. I placed it on the stove and turned it on high. Then I added a bit of salt to give the noodles flavour.

"What are you doing that for?"

"Noodles," I look at him and he's just staring at me. "Noodles go in spaghetti."

"I know. I'm not a fucking idiot."

"Fine. You're so grumpy all the time. Why don't you be a little nicer?"

"Don't fucking tell me what to do."

"Yes, sir," I sarcastically said. Then I turned around to check the water and he came up behind me and hugged me. "Woah, there. You're being scary nice. Are you going to kill me?"

"Can I not fucking hug you after a traumatic experience? You also just told me to be nicer."

I slightly pushed my body back into him and leaned my head back onto his chest. He put his chin on my head and watched as the water started to boil. I grabbed noodles out of the cabinet beside the stove and put them into the water, then I turned the temperature down a little and set a timer. Donald turned me around and pulled me into a real hug.

"You won't be this nice after today will you?"

"Probably not."

"Okay," I hugged him back tightly.

I heard a clicking sound and then the front door opening. What the fuck? I looked at Donald and he just glared in the direction of the door. My dad came stumbling in from around the corner with a girl hanging on him. She giggled and they both looked at me and Donald. My dad stumbled over to us and stuck his hand out to Donald.

"Hey, I'm Joseph (L/N)."

Donald looks at me and then back to my dad. He shook his hand. "Donald Na."

"Woah, guys got a grip. Bet you love that," he winked at me. I rolled my eyes in response. "What? I was just joking. Hey, me and umm," he looked at the girl who was still hanging off of him.