TBHK x readers

Leave before I wake up (amane x female reader) PART TWO

Y'all. Need. To. Watch. The. Video. 
https://hanakoforever.tumblr.com/post/648372726862610432/i-i-i-i-yall-actually-chew-your-spagetti
A MUST

Also this is lemony so beware. And suicide stuff In here too (should've mentioned that on the first part. Oh well)

Amane POV

She took me to her apartment, and the moment we were up the stairs, she started kissing me. On my lips, to my cheeks, then down to my neck. I moaned as I opened her unlocked apartment door. She lead me to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She pinned me to the bed. Her lips almost touched mine, but she stopped.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" She asked. 

"y-yes!" I said. 

She teasingly slowly kissed and sucked on my neck. 

"y-y-y/n p-p-please.." I moaned. 

"Alright amane..." she sucked faster and only stopped to take off my shirt. 

I entangled my fingers in her hair. She started sucked on my collarbone and traveled down. I moaned. She sucked harder and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. 

Pleasure. No wonder they call it pleasure. 

(Okay y'all imma skip to later because it makes me uncomfortable to write this lol)

Y/n POV
The next morning

The feeling to wake up with Amane, was the best feeling. Your head was on top of his chest. He played with your hair. But it was somehow wrong. Getting everything you wanted. 

"Amane-kun..." You said. "I never finished my story...and you need to know the rest..."

"O-okay." Amane said uneasily. 

"I never made it home...cuz I couldn't live with them anymore. That's why I live here." You squeezed Amane's hand. "Amane-kun, I did something horrible but if I tell you you'll hate me, so do you want to know or not?"

"I-I-I why would I-I hate you?" Amane asked.

"Because..." You sighed. "Amane I'm so sorry. I-I hurt someone." 

(flash back)

It was the afternoon. You had kissed Amane an hour ago and ran off. 

You were in a neighborhood you didn't recognize, when a ban of  older kids came up to you. 

They asked you who you were multiple times, and you didn't answer. 

After the fifth time, a kid punched you in the stomach. 

You were done with it. 

You stood up. 

and you pulled out a chef's knife. 

And slit a boy's throat. 

The kids ran away, leaving the boy to die. 

You traced the deep cut on the boys neck, the blood smeared on your thumb. 

The boy looked like he wasn't apart of the group; pink hair and pink eyes, he looked terrified. 

"I'm sorry." You said. 

You could see yourself reflected in the boy's eyes. Your h/c hair was messy, and your hands had blood stained on them. You couldn't recognize yourself. 

"Hey," You crouched down and petted the boy's face. He was still breathing, but it was ragged. "What's your name?"

He didn't say anything. You traced the outline of his eyes. you felt insane.