Can't sleep, Love~ [Tord X Reader Lemon]

Later.

Tord smiles at the bag and looks around your room. "Well if the bikini was something she tried hiding from me and its the first thing I saw, there must be a bunch of things up here that I don't know about." Tord said to himself with a devilish grin.

//Montage music plays//
Tord tiptoes across the room and goes through your closet, finding underwear and holding them up, it was a lace, f/c one. Tord, Blushing and stuffing a pair in his pocket quickly. He goes through the rest, your desk, your vanity, sniffing your perfumes and spraying some on his sweater. "Mmmmm, y/n.." He smiled all lovesick. He then finally goes to your bedside drawer on the side. He opens the first one, finding old yearbooks. He swiftly went through the pages, searching for the name, "y/n" He then got to your class and saw your 1st grade photo and laughed to himself, taking out his phone and taking a picture. He puts the yearbook back and shuts the top drawer. He slowly opens the bottom, creaking it open. He then heard a footstep up the stairs and he scrambled putting everything back it place.

//Montage music over//

He jumped on the bed, sifting through Miranda's food slowly until you get upstairs. Miranda is carrying 3 water bottles. At the sight of Tord touching her food, she makes a face, dropping everything and tackling him off the bed. "DO NOT TOUCH MY FOOOOD" She screams. "You're a fatass for a skinny person." Tord mumbled. Your head pops out on the side of the door frame, with a confused look. Not again. You run to the side of the bed where Tord and Miranda are fighting and you roll your eyes. You groan and pull Miranda off him and they're scratch marks all over his face. Miranda's face was red, struggling to get out of your grasp. You hold tighter and she screams in anger. "YOU'RE LUCKY SHES HOLDING ME BACK YOU WOULD BE A DEAD MAN, TORD LARSSON ILL FUCKING SHOVE YOUR BODY SIX FEET-" Miranda yells. Tord is rolling his eyes and you cover her mouth with your hand. You yawn and Miranda bites you. You quickly pull your hand back. "Ow." You say, releasing your grip of her. Tord finally gets up, rubbing his head and wiping the dust off him. Miranda tackles him to the floor again. "AAAAGHHH." Tord and Miranda scream simultaneously. You whine and rip Miranda off him again. "bMiranda stop, your food is fine.." You sigh. Miranda calms down, breathing heavy and squinting at him, pulling out a switchblade. Tord's eyes shift open and glares at the switchblade and takes out a glock 17, pointing it at her face. Your eyes go small and you tug Miranda back. "T-Tord! What are you doing!" Tord's eyes close and he puts it away slowly. You let out a sigh of relief, still holding the grip of Miranda. Miranda drops to the floor weakly. She's breathing heavy. You turn to Tord and frown. "What?" He asks in confusion like he has no idea what he just done. "Well, if you knew me you'd expect this." He sighs. "Well i'd also expect sone self control." You mumble. "Ohhhhh don't tell me I didn't put it down, y/n." He said carelessly. "Whatever." You say, holding out your hand and helping him up. He grabs your hand tightly and gets up. You look at him and put your hand on his face. There's scratch marks all over it, some bleeding but others not as bad. "Let's go wash your face." You smile. He nods in agreement and walks to the stairs and he kicks Miranda on her side. You, looking ahead didn't notice. Miranda groans in pain, dropping her switchblade and holding her sides. You walk downstairs and he goes after you, into the bathroom. You grab a washcloth and put it under warm water, soaking it and squeezing out the water. You pull him down and wipe his face lightly. "I love you, y/n" You smile in agreement. "I love you too." You whisper, still focusing on what you're doing. He has a faint smile, since everything else on his face hurts. "I couldn't hurt Miranda, you know?" He said softly. "Um, yes you would, you put a gun in her face with fingers on the trigger." You say with an attitude. "Well, I never shot her." He mumbles. You smushed his cheeks so it hurt him lightly, kissing him quickly. "Don't talk back to me." You smile, whispering. He smiles and stands up at his normal height. "You know it was been awhile since we fuck-" Tord smiled and you covered his mouth. "Yeah. I know. I don't feel like we need to anytime soon." You joked. Tord frowned and grunted. You release your hand off his mouth and smile. "I'm joking, baby I'm joking." You giggle. "So you mean we can-" He questioned, glaring at you seductively. You cover is mouth again. You nod in agreement. "Later." You whisper. Tord pulled in your waist, hugging you in his satisfaction. "I love you, y/n." He grins. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze him lightly. "I love you too." You smile, mumbling because your face is buried in his chest. You release your grip on him, but his hands still wander you. He moved from down from your waist to your hips, then your butt. He gripped your butt tightly, with his metal arm too. "STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP." You softly scream trying to pull him off. It started to hurt. You try pulling his hands off but it didn't work. He let go of his metal arm but the other one still stood in place. Your eyes wander and he had a boner. He saw your eyes wander and grinned. "You like what you see?" He laughs. Well I couldn't just turn him on and leave. You nodded and smiled. "But I said later." You add. He groans. "Alright.." He sighs.