𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹

SEVENTEEN

Warning: Smut, Smut, Smut!

"Who are you?"

You stiffen. Your puzzled expression growing more confused as he says those words with such... such disgust.

"What are you taking about?" You ask him.

He scoffs shaking his head. "You know what I mean, y/n. Don't play dumb with me."

He knows? That's not possible. I was careful, I'm always careful.

"Agent, I really don't know what you're talking about."

"What was the plan? Seduce me, get close to the inner circle, take down the worst of the worst." He says with sarcasm.

"Agent-"

"Was I just a toy to you? Something to take your mind off of all the killing you do?"

"No that's not-"

"Is that why you quit? You quit because you found killing people was more satisfying than locking them up. Hmm?"

"You don't know anything." You warn in a low tone.

"You're right. I don't know anything at all. Just that you're a liar and a slut." He snaps.

"Watch your fucking mouth agent..." you growl at him.

"So what are you going to do now? Fuck me then kill me, Like you did to those men?"

"I never planned to get attached to you. I didn't even know who you were until Hange introduced us."

"But you did it anyway. You lead me on and played with me while you got what you wanted."

You walk towards him slowly. You stop when he's inches away from your face.

"I never intended to lead you on. You were collateral damage." You say against his lips, noticing you're much closer than you were before. "You gonna turn me in, Agent?"

His eyes look onto yours then glance down to your lips. His eyes return to yours.

"I was just collateral damage? So all the intimate moments we had, you didn't feel anything during those times?" He pauses, staring into your eyes as if he's trying to intimidate the answer out of you.

"You mean to tell me that you didn't think about doing more with me? Because the lewd expressions you make when your legs are spread wide open for me, make it seem as if you aren't satisfied with just my fingers or tongue."

You narrow your eyes. "Oh really? You seem to not be satisfied either." You lean in so that your lips are brushing against his ear and your breast are pressed up against his chest.

No more space is left between the two of you. His hands lay on your hips and yours on his shoulders.

Against his ear you whisper, "Suppose you want something more moist..." you trail your fingertips up and down his growing bulge. "Something tight..." you squeeze him, making him groan at the touch.

His hand grabs your neck and pulls you in front of his face. His lips aggressively smash onto yours. His tongue gliding across your lips as yours do the same. Both of them fighting against each other with a violent matter. His hands waste no time in removing your clothes.

He pulls your shirt over your head dropping it to the ground. He then lifts you up on the counter to remove your pants. His hands aren't gentle as he quickly pulls them off. You're left in your underwear and you hop off the counter. Your lips immediately find his again. You start to unbutton his suit removing the layers all at once. He helps you and starts unbuckling his buckle and zipping down the fly of his pants. Once his pants are on the floor he lifts you up and kisses your neck.