Killer x Reader His profession AU

XIII

<AN: I sincerely forgot to put up a warning for this story and it was pointed out to me. Thank you, dear, for the heads up..
Trigger warning: depression and self-mutulation/suicidal memories>

If anyone would have told you, you would get a peek in your past when you slip away into the mere nothingness of unconsciousness, you probably wouldn't believe a word, maybe even laughed in their face for thinking that. Now, however, you were sure to say sorry to anyone stating this fact.

(E/c) eyes would roam around, if they were able to. Instead, they were fixed on one sight in front of you. Your lips stretched into a small, content smile as your hand reached forward, fingers threading in the blond locks of the man on your couch. With closed eyelids, the male stirred just a little bit, barely noticeable for someone less caring. Your tongue flicked forward, moistening your drying lips before you tilted your head to the side. "Hey." You whispered softly, seeing the male turn around to face you. His lips were slightly parted, a soft snore coming through them. Your left hand covered your lips to suppress an upcoming giggle. Your right hand tucked the strands of hair away from the scarred face. The skin felt warm and inviting for your touch. Upon cupping his cheek, the blond male leaned into it, a sigh escaping his lips as his eyelids started to part from each other. "Had a nice dream?" You asked with a giggle, his hand moving to cover yours.

"Seeing a beautiful creature like you next to me, makes me think I still am." He said huskily and his voice filled with sleep. Lazily, his arm extended before wrapping around your middle, pulling you close to his laying form. "Hmm, you feel quite real to me, though." He muttered, his face hiding in your loose hair. Your hands were placed on his shoulders, pushing yourself in a straddling position on top of him. A whine left his lips at the loss of your body, but was quickly stopped by your touching lips. "Yep, definitely real." He hummed, his arms wrapping around your shoulders and lower back, holding you close once again.

"Killer, stop it." You squirmed as he tickled you with his nose, making you hit his shoulder with your flattened hands. "Killer!" A breathy laugh bubbled up inside, forcing itself from you throat. The blond male just laughed with you, his fingers trailing over your sides.

"Is that a command?"

"Killer.." You huffed, trying to hold your laugh and giggles at bay. "P-please." Immediately, his fingers stopped and you mustered all of your strength to push yourself up once again. You glared down at him, your lips twisted in a frown. "Meanie." Killer only laughed louder at your pathetic pout. "Humpf." You sat up and crossed your arms over each other, your legs pushing against him just above his hips. His hand travelled from your side to your stomach, fingers spread and his palm over your navel. His eyes were focussed on your face, his other hand resting upon your hip.

Slowly, the hand on your stomach inched over your chest towards your neck, tugging you down to his level, and cupped your cheek. His eyes were filled with adoration and love before they flicked to your lips and back, silently asking for forgiveness and a kiss. With a roll of your eyes, you leaned further down and touched his lips with yours, giving him exactly what he wanted. The both of you closed your eyes as you felt his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head, tilting your head for better access as his tongue lazily trailed over your lower lip. In response your body shivered before opening your mouth a little more for him. Breathlessly, you pulled away from him and kissed the corner of his lip, giving him a smug face before you lowered yourself once again and laid down on his chest. His fingers started to play with the strands of your hair, gently massaging the scalp of your head as they moved. "I love you." He murmered and you stiffened in his embrace.

Your once resting head tilted up before you moved your upper body away from his again. "What..?" You looked at him in disbelieve, your lower lip trembling. "What did you say?" You whispered, your right hand reaching up to cover your lips with it. His scarred hand reached up, his finger picking up the tear that was slipping down your cheek before he cupped your face.