Anonymous, my hacker boyfriend

Part Seven

Luckily, she knew Zach's very long password, so she was already in, step one: done. The desktop had one single file, exactly like he said it would, so she opened it. It had one file inside of it, that was called AUTOMATIC RELEASE. "Ugh, okay, shit, whatever this is, please don't be evil" she thought. Fearfully, she clicked it, and, automatically, millions of tabs opened: crypted messages, codes, numbers, letters, blank tabs, and tons of other ones. She was scared, but she was thinking about Zach and how he told her to do this.

Then, all of the tabs suddenly disappeared except for one that said CONFIRM LAUNCH "well I guess this is it, here I go", she pressed the CONFIRM button, and it all came back to normal. "Did it work? What happened? What was released?" She was filled with questions.

Y/n was too overwhelmed, so she left the room to take a shower and clear her mind.

Coming out of the bathroom with a pair of leggings and one of Zach's sweatshirts, she heard... keys jingling, Zach's keys! She recognized them right away. The door opened and there he was, he looked defeated, broken, almost. He had small cuts in his face, and his white shirt was a little ripped, revealing his lower abs. After analyzing him, she ran towards him.

"I missed you so fucking much" then she remembered about the cuts she saw and she passed her fingers through them, "oh my God, what have they done to you? Let's go to the bathroom to clean them away"

He didn't say anything, but y/n understood and respected that. This was so unfair, he must've felt powerless around them, him knowing the actual power he holds but can't use to defend himself.

Y/n sat on top of the sink's counter and, with a wet towel, she started to clean Zach's face. She softly cleaned his wounds one by one. Then, she noticed he had an even bigger cut through the hole on his shirt, so she grabbed it from the bottom and looked up to Zach for approval.

He nodded and she lifted the shirt, revealing his subtly muscled body. She wet the towel a little more, but left the water running. She was starting to get nervous, her pulse quickened. Zach reached out and turned it off, his arm softly brushed y/n's hip.

"S-Sorry" she whispered.

"It's okay" he passed his fingers through her hair and cheekbones and lifted her face up.

They stared at each other for what seemed like a minute, until he leaned forward and kissed her passionately, like he needed her, like he couldn't live without her.

She kissed him back, caressing the back of his neck, his shoulders, and his abdomen. His hands were suddenly on her knees, spreading them open, so their bodies could get closer. He slid his hands down her shirt and grabbed her waist.

"Do it" she said

"Do you want to?"

"Mhm..." y/n pleaded.

He lifted her sweatshirt and got his hands on her back, kindly removing her black lace bra. As a response, she pulled his pants down, leaving him with boxers only, she noticed the mark... down there. He was enjoying this too.

He lifted her up by her legs, which were wrapped around his body, and carried her to the bedroom. He threw her on top of the bedsheets, which made her let out a soft giggle, and took her pants and underwear off, leaving them on the floor.

He got on top of her, but stretched his arms to hold himself up, and gently pushed inside of her again and again. They both moaned, but didn't talk at all for the rest of the night, they didn't need to, they were already connecting.