❌ Devil's Weakness|| B.U. ❌ {EDITING}

Weakness

   He slowly removed his arms from around me and we both got in the car. He put on the radio and 'Eight Days a Week' by The Beatles came on.
We rode in silence and I just took the time to look at him. Honestly there were only two things I saw that were different, he got a haircut, and started wearing leather. Even his music taste hadn't changed.
   He pulled up to a two story. He got out and I followed. He opened the door and held it for me. "After you." I could tell by his tone that he wasn't doing out of respect, as I could hear it boarderlining on sacasm but not quite.
   I walked in to be greeted by a little dog. "Aw hi there." I said, taking a knee a petting the animal, as he shut the door.
   "Dottie, not now, go on girl." Ryan said shooing the dog. I stood up as Dottie left.
   "I didn't mind you know? The dog."
   "Which was precisely the problem." he said, straightening up and giving me a look that just screamed 'yes I just said that, do something about it'.
   I cleared my throat. "So are you going to tell me or not?" I also tried to straighten up but still felt small to him.
   "Hmm did I say tell you?" he asked, walking right up to me, snaking his arm around my waist.
   I nodded, as he kept moving forward causing me to move backwards.
   "I think I meant to say show you." he huskily whispered in my ear, as I finally had backed into a wall.
He leant his head down to the crook of my neck for the third time today.
   "Ryan..." I tried to talk but the words wouldn't come out, and one that did came out breathily.
   I didn't know how to feel. It was like half of me trusted him completely and the other wouldn't trust him if my life depended on it. But I couldn't find a reason to do either so I was left in the middle. Which maybe I wasn't complaining about too much at the moment.
   "Hm Y/N?" he said with a smirk on his face. I just looked at him. "You know I'd think it be a little early to be saying my name, but hey, that just means this just going to be so much fun."
   "Fun?" I asked, replicating his smirk.
   "Yeah ya know? Like this?" he said, and he moved his hand to inbetween my thighs, grazing against my leg. The touch sent shivers down my spine.
   "Oh. Fun." I smiled innocently. I ran my hand along the buldge in his pants. His eyes shut and his lip was taken between his teeth. He muttered some profanity. "What was that?" I asked smirking.
   I could see the wildness flicker in his eyes as he pinned my arms to the wall above my head but not together, apart, one of his hands holding each of mine.
   "Mm angel, you don't wanna know. It was a little bit unholy really." he said, licking his lips.
   "Who ever said I was holy?" I smirked. Something about him and smirks, like with him at least one person has to be smirking.
   It wasn't just a flicker in his eyes this time, it was everything, and trust me I don't think this was lasting for only a second, as he slammed his lips into mine, and made sure that the only thing inbetween us was the fabric of our clothes.
Spoke too soon. He reached and pulled off his leather jacket, then toyed with the hem of my shirt. I knew what this meant, it was always our way of saying we gave consent. If he reached for my shirt I would reach for his, and vise versa.
   I grabbed at his shirt and ripped it off. I didn't know why I was so anxious, trust me this is not me completely turned on, yet I kept going, something was just fun, like it was a game.
   He looked down at me with a smile. "Excited are we?" he asked.
   "Excited? I thought we were just getting started?" I asked, tilting my head. I loved the look on his face at my statement.
   In one swift motion he had my shirt off. "Okay then, Y/N."

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   I woke up in his bed. Shit. Nope. What the hell was I thinking? I looked at the clock. It was only midnight. The lights were on and so was the TV. Ryan was no where to be found.
I turned to the TV which was on Breaking News. There was lady on it. I read the headline.
'Murderer Brendon Urie escapes from Police' I could feel my stomach bottom out. No.
   I sprung out of the bed to find I had no clothes on. Great. I had no idea were my clothes were, except my underwear, which I found next to the bed. I opened up a drawer and grabbed one of his T-shirts, then found a pair of his skinny jeans. He still kept them in the bottom drawer under all his normal jeans.
   I pulled the clothes on and of course the shirt was just a little baggy and the jeans fit like normal ones to me. I walked out of his room.
   "Ryan!" I shouted.
There was no response. The only sound in the house was the TV in his bedroom. I went downstairs to see the front door was open. I felt a shiver down my spine.
   "Ryan?" I called again. There was nothing. Ever since I could remember I could sense when someone was in the room with me. No one could ever sneak up on me. My sense was going off like crazy. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the block.
   "Hello?" I yelled, walking back into the living room where there was much better lighting, cause you know, I'd rather not sit in the dark when I think someone was in the house with me. Someone who I terrified of, yet they were the only person I wanted to see.
   "Hey." I spun, knife at the ready. My intent was to have it to injure him, but as soon as I met his deep brown eyes I knew I couldn't do it, even if my life depended on it. Which it might, so I'm screwed.
   I wanted to scream but nothing came out. It actually hurt to contain both extreme fear and slight hate yet total love and a little empathy. That was it though I loved him. Maybe that's what scared me.
  "Y/N P-" he took a step closer.
  "Stay away from me!" I felt tears roll down my cheeks. Please don't leave.
  "Y/N, I would never hurt you, not in my right mind. I- I-"
  "You're a murderer!" I don't think you are. I just want your arms around me and for everything else to fade away.
   I looked at him. He was hurt. I hurt him. No. I couldn't bare it anymore. I felt the knife fall from my hand as my body went numb.
   "Y/N-"
   "What did you come here for?" I asked looking him in the eyes. "Why come here? What did you hope to accomplish? Kill Ryan? He's not here. Kill me? Go ahead. I won't fight you. Not you." I finished looking at the ground.
   "I just wanted to see you. I love you. You are the one person I would lay down everything for."
   I couldn't move. If I did I'd break. I just continued to stare at the ground. Then I felt him wrap his arms around me. I didn't push him off, but I couldn't hug back.
   "I would never kill you, I couldn't. It would hurt worse than anything, because you, Y/N, are my weakness." I could hear a shakiness in his voice that could only mean one thing, he was crying too.
   I found enough strength to speak, or at least try to make coherent sounds. "I love you too. Please don't ever leave me." He snuggled around me tighter.