Murderer x Reader. (Book two) (SCRAPED)

Chapter Sixty-Nine~

(Ironic that I'm making this chapter smutty, I Didn't even mean to.) 

Second Person POV:

You and Archer seemed to have an excellent time at the fancy establishment...Even if it did end up with Archer getting into a fight, forcing you both out. You looked at the balcony of the hotel you were staying at, looking down at the pool seeing people sitting on floaties, the projector playing JAWS. You smiled to yourself remembering how Lacey wanted to swim in the water and tug on people's legs when a shark showed. You sighed, wishing Lacey was still around to see how much you've changed and grown. You turned, seeing Archer standing with two glasses in his hands. He offered a small smile, handing you one. You took it gratefully, sitting down at the top of the stairs. He sat next to you, looking at you carefully. "How come you want to leave so early..?" You sighed, gently circling the glass in your hand. "It's boring when you aren't getting into more fights..." You hummed, sipping from your drink. "Am I boring?" He asked, smirking softly. "No, you're just strange" You giggled quietly, nudging him. He shook his head, sipping from his glass too. "God, I am offended Mx. Reed." He chuckled, looking down at the crowd. "You should be. All of you oldies are." You replied, cupping your hands around the glass. "You're just a little younger than me." You giggled, "Old." "Oh shush you. I'm not old" He huffed, tightening his shoulders. "Well, I can make an exception for you." You grinned, placing your drink down slowly. "Oh really, and why's that?" He smirked, looking at you. "You aren't that old, and you're, you know.." You led off, glancing away from him. "Sorry, I didn't quite catch the end of that?" He teased, lowering his ear to your mouth. "Well, you obviously..." You whispered, still not looking at him. He nodded slowly, his ego practically shining. "I'm going to take that as a good thing, hm?" He grinned, taking his finger to turn your head to look at him. You went hot, your breath heavy. He was so intimidating in a weirdly soft way. You nodded, not really able to speak. He licked his lips, not breaking the eye contact with you. You swallowed, slowly shifting closer to him. He chucked looking towards the pool. "People will hear you..." "Then maybe we should go somewhere more private?.." You whispered, tugging on his tie. He smirked slowly, getting up and fixing himself. He offered you his hand and you graciously took it. "Show this old dog inside, hm?" He asked softly, gently bumping his mouth to your ear. You shivered pulling his hand along. He placed his drink down on the dresser, crossing his arm as he peered around. You shuffled to the side of your bed, removing your uncomfortable shoes before flopping back onto the mattress. "I have no idea how you wear those uncomfortable clothes all day." You murmured, turning your head to look at him. "I basically work in this stuff, it's like a second skin." He chuckled, unbuttoning his top button. You look him up and down for a moment, licking your lips gently. He was tall and filled out, the blazer and shirt not containing too much. His eyes were lidded, his mouth downturned. "You done staring yet, muffin?" He mumbled, taking his blazer off slowly. "My room my rules." You teased, sitting up cross-legged. "Oh? Then I guess I'm under your control, Muffin" He mocked, bowing his head extravagantly. You giggled, rolling your eyes. You got up slowly, walking towards your mirror. The golden color of his hands gave contrast to his skin, making him almost glow. He began to help you take off your outfit, smirking as he went further down. You felt yourself go hot, letting him take off what he pleased. You stood vulnerable in front of him, your breath shaky. He reached his hand around, one to your waist and the other up by your collarbone. "You're adorable..." You smiled softly, shutting your eyes and leaning back into him. He groaned lowly, moving his hips into your ass. You melted into his chest, clasping to him. "Gentle, sweetheart.." He mumbled, moving his lips to your neck. He closed his eyes, softly sucking and biting that area. You whimpered, your skin on fire. "Please, Archer..." You cried quietly, moving your hands down towards his crotch. He nearly jolted forward, hissing when you grabbed the bulge in his trousers. "You really want this, darling?" He asked breathlessly. You turned around, moving your hands up and down his chest. He leaned down, kissing your lips ever so gently. "More than anything..." He deepened the kiss, pulling your body closer to his. His tongue and smell was intoxicating, you couldn't stop. You gripped his shirt tightly, kissing him hard. "Aah fuck this-" He grumbled against your lips, picking you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist. You breathlessly giggled, playing with his neck as he carried you to the bed. He placed you down, raising an eyebrow at your submissive position. You looked up at him with big eyes, making his eyes lid more. He slowly undid his tie, watching you fiddle on the bed. He placed his tie down, practically ripping the buttons of his shirt. You rubbed your thighs together as he did so. You wanted to run your hands down his bare torso, and feel all the scars, bumps, and muscle. He was quick to discard his belt, fiddling with his trousers next. You sat up, pulling him closer by his waistband. You smirked, undoing the buttons for him. He ran one of his hands over your hair, the other cupping your face. Pulling down his trousers, you blinked at the bulge in his tight black boxers. You looked up at him for permission, only getting a thrust as a response. You pulled them down, moving your hand up to grip the shaft of his cock. He sighed loudly, raking his hands deeper in your hair. You smiled, taking the tip into your mouth without warning. "Fuck Y/n-" He choked, whimpering. You swirled your tongue slowly, teasing him as much as you could. He began to thrust his hips forward, his whimpers are more apparent. "Yes sweetheart, just like that.." He groaned, using your face as he wanted. Your eyes rolled back, relaxing your throat to try and take him all. You gagged, choking and spitting as you tried to take the size. He noticed, chuckling between breathy moans. You took the rest of him with your hands, focusing on sucking the tip intently. "Good fucking muffin, aren't you? Mhm~" he was getting faster, his face screwed with pleasure. his shaky grasp and noises was enough to tell you that he was close. He groaned deeply, dropping the grip on your head. The warm liquid trickled down your throat, filling your mouth. You pulled away, letting it drip out of your mouth. You looked down with a flustered face. He smirked, tilting your head up. "So good, Muffin, so good for me.." He sighed, his chest moving up and down with breaths. You nodded in desperation, sitting up more forwardly. You swallowed what you could, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He liked that. "Now why don't you lie back and let me do the rest hm?" You bit your lip slowly, lying yourself back more comfortably. You stared as he got onto the bed, lowering his head to slowly pinch up your skin with his teeth. He bit the waistband of your underclothes, yanking them down roughly. The cold air made you squeeze your thighs together, shivering slightly. He hummed, hooking the panties over his ring finger. You made eye contact with him, feeling your face flush. He smiled with his teeth, a pretty boy smile. His eyes averting to your chest. You leaned back, letting him lower his head. He kissed and sucked over your sensitive nipples, making you arch your back into him. "More, oh god please more.." You whimpered, clutching his hair. He moved his tongue over and over again, one of his hands sneaking between your legs to tease your already soaked hole. "You like that love?" He chuckled, pulling away softly. You nodded desperately, arching higher. He let you back down, moving your legs apart. "Tell me if it hurts too much.." He mumbled, smirking as he aligned the tip with your entrance. You squeaked in excitement, shaking slightly. He pushed in, his face heaved in pleasure, his mouth gaping open. For a second it burned harshly, making you grip him hard. He was gentle, cooeing and whispering approval in your ear. You whimpered with each small movement, feeling his size stretch you out more than you expected this time. "Ready to move, muffin?" He teased, gripping your hands and pinning them above your head. You nodded. He raised his eyebrows, backing his hips and thrusting back in. You both cried out together, the air dense with sexual tensions. "Faster! Please fuck me!" You cried out, arching up. He groaned sorely, beginning to fuck you harsher and faster. You began weak, your mouth falling open with each thrust. He was hitting all the right spots, his whimpers and moans only pushing the feeling. Your whole bottom half was on fire, the pleasure spiking through your spine and down to your fingers. The look on his face, his abdominal flexing with each thrust, you were addicted. The thrusts were paced so well, making sure to build up the knot in your stomach each time. You didn't care about holding back your noises, you wanted him to know how much he affected you. "Say my name love, fuck-" He groaned, leaving marks on your hands from hard he was gripping. "Archer, please.." You moaned loudly, your head buzzing from the amount of senses fucking you. "Perfect angel, just like that" He whimpered, starting to go faster. He was fucking you hard and fast into the mattress, taking no mercy. "You're doing so good baby, taking my cock.." He cursed, leaning down as he slammed faster and faster. You cried in his ear, feeling him go deeper and deeper. "I wanna cum so badly! Please-" You cried in his ear, begging him for it. He went harder, kissing up and down your collarbone. You felt the urge come closer, so close. You were shaking as it built up, your orgasm hitting you already. With one final thrust, he fucked the orgasm out of you. You let a strangled moan escape your mouth, your orgasm beating through your body. He sat up, not thrusting out. He watched as you orgasmed, your body faltering to a stop. He was slow to pull out, careful not to agitate your now sensitive area. As he went to get up, you wrapped your hands to his arm. He looked down at you, as you held on tightly. You smiled softly, not wanting him to go. He lay next to you, breathing in deeply. You turned on your side, looking at him. He glanced at you, sticking his tongue out. You smiled looking at him. The adorable bastard...