Rogue Cheney x Reader Fanfiction

Chapter 9 - Jealous Dragon Slayers All Around

You and Sting were walking back to the guild where Rogue, Frosch, and Lector would be waiting for you. Sadly, Sting's words were still trapped in your thick skull. You kept thinking things like, Why would he like you? You actually expected him to like a more busty and perky women.

Like Hana...

"(Y/N)!" You see Lector and Frosch flying your way with Rogue running along side.

"Hey guys, what's wrong?" You ask.

Their faces were full of worry, especially Rogue's. "It's the master." Lector says looking frightened.

"What? Why?" You looked shocked with a bit of fear. 'Did he find out about the mission?'

"We don't know, but he looked really pissed." Lector says.

"(Y/N), I don't think you should go back to the guild for a while." Rogue's face looked serious but also a little... worried?

"But, how am I gonna pay my debt if I can't even work at my own guild?" You lower your head in defeat. This obviously wasn't your week, let alone your year.

"Don't worry about that right now. Your safety is a lot more important than a few jewels." Rogue pushes you to stay away from the guild at all costs. He didn't want to think about what master Jiemma would do.

Sting interrupts. "Rogue's right, you shouldn't go back if the master is going to hurt you." Rogue nods. "Rogue, sorry about everything."

Rogue nods as if it didn't affect him. "Just keep your hands to yourself next time." Well, now he sounded a little pissed.

"What now?" You were out of options. You lost your house, can't go work for a while, and now you're starting to think you were growing grey hairs from all the stress.

"For now, just stay safe with Rogue and Frosch at their place. Maybe master will cool down in a few days." Sting says. "Come on Lector, let's go." Sting and Lector head off back home.

"Let's go home and just forget this day even happened." Rogue grabs your hand and squeezes it tight, almost as if he didn't want to ever let go again.

You look at your hands for a second and then look up to his red eyes. "Rogue, what was master angry about?"

Rogue squeezes your hand harder. He let out a sigh. "I'll tell you later, for now let's just go relax at home."

"Okay." You nod, squeezing his hand too.

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You were exhausted. Your mind was running and running with unanswered questions. 'Why won't Rogue tell me?'

You were on the bed stretched out, trying to find a comfortable spot but found it rather difficult. Sting slammed you against the wall too hard. Now your back was all messed up and bruised.

"(Y/N) are you okay? You've been moving around a lot. Are you uncomfortable?" Rogue asks. He came and sat next to you in the bed.

"Yeah, Sting just slammed me too hard." You just now realize how bad that sounded coming out of your mouth.

"What did you say?" Rogue looked really annoyed and pissed off.

You quickly get up and shake your head no. "I didn't mean it like that! I meant that he slammed my back against the wall too hard and now it's all bruised, sore, and messed up!" You try and defend yourself the best you can.

"Get on your stomach." Was all he said.

"What?"

"Get on your stomach."

"Why?"

"Just do it before I make you." He didn't look as mad, but you were still a little scared of what he was going to do.

You lied on the bed with your stomach facing down. Almost immediately, he cuts the back of your shirt open. "Rogue! What are you-"

He cuts you off by putting his soothing hands on your back and rubbing away the pain. "Will you shut up and let me massage your back? If you keep on moving it will hurt." You shut up and stay still as his hands work their magic. "Good girl." He smirks. 'Oh no.'  You thought.

For a while you just lay there with his hands rubbing all around your back. You admit, it was a little awkward, seeing how much skin contact there was, but it felt nice. It felt nice to have his strong cool hands slide up and down your back. Each stroke or movement was heaven, and it did wonders on your back too. Every once and a while you would let out a sweet moan from his touch.

It was perfect until he stopped. "Rogue, are you okay?" You turn your head. You didn't get a response so you move a little but something stopped you. It wasn't his hands on your back anymore, but his lips. He pecked every bruise on your back and instead of moving his hands around, he moved his lips to comfort you,

He trails his lips up to your neck and pauses. "Rogue?"

He quickly stopped and got up. You hold the front of your clothes and sit up too. To be honest, you wanted Rogue to do more. You wanted his lips all around you, but you were too scared to admit it. "Sorry (Y/N). I got carried away."

You look down and blush. "I-It's okay... if you get carried away. I don't really mind."

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to take advantage of you or hurt you." You could tell he was fighting with himself on whether or not he should touch you.

"I don't think you'll hurt me, and you can touch me more, if you want to of course." Your voice became more quiet and small. You were so embarrassed with your pink cheeks.

Sure, you wanted to feel more of his kisses, but he wouldn't stop there. He would want more, and he was right. You didn't think that you were ready for that, and he didn't want to hurt you. You wanted him and only him. Maybe not now, but soon. You only want him, your amazing Rogue.

You feel him put a sheet over your head so you don't have to hold up you're clothes. "You don't have to rush. I can wait an eternity for you, (Y/N)." He kisses you lightly on the lips. "And even if you aren't ready then, I'll wait even longer. I'll wait because I love you, (Y/N)."