Golden Hour (GarouxReader lemon)

Part 14

Woo! We beat the final boss and finally made it! We've made it to the smutty smut! :D

Please note: this chapter contains explicit sexual content!

Also, I'm going to write an Epilogue. One more chapter. I was going to publish it at the same time but after working on the last few chapters so close together I realised I really need a break. I hope you enjoy this last main chapter and have a look at the epilogue when it's done :)

If anyone is curious, I listened to Sickick - Infected on a loop as I wrote this! ^.^

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We sit in the holding cell. Well, I'm fucking sittin' and that fucking moron is still trying to tear the bars down, shaking the railings, yapping on about how they got the wrong fucking people.
I'm just trying to get some sleep, as best as I can against the cold brick wall, painted white and covered with the most fucking creative graffiti I've ever seen. Looks like they gave up trying to paint over it at some point.
Almost makes me wish I had somethin' to write with so I could leave my mark here. Ah, another life milestone reached. Well done me.
"Oi, asshole," I say, opening my eyes for a moment. "Shut the fuck up."
"This is all your fuckin' doing!" He turns on me.
"No one asked you to intervene, dumbass," I say, closing my eyes again. "Stop fuckin' runnin' into things that ain't your fucking business."
"If I didn't save your sorry ass, you'd be in a fucking puddle on the ground back there right now," he smirks.
I try to stay calm. I really fuckin' do. But there's a line. There's a fucking line. And he crosses that fuckin' line and he knows it.
"The fuck did you say?" I'm on my feet before I know it.
"You heard me, son of a bitch," he spits. "Ain't no way you could've taken them all. Just say thank you and sit the fuck down."
And just when I thought I'd settled my temper, I find myself swinging again, teeth clenched, all the fury of everything that's happened rushing right back at me. This blind rage taking over again.
He ducks and goes for his own hit which is so fucking obvious I can see it from a fucking mile away.
"What?" I step back, mocking, urging him to try and land one. "Can't do nothing without your fuckin' stick?"
"You fuckin' wish," he yells and charges right at me, and I just help him on his way, stepping away and pushing him into the wall with his own momentum. It's brutal but I don't give a flying fuck.
He stands up, fresh blood pouring from his nose, looking like he wants to fucking murder me. I feel like I want to fuckin' kill him myself and this cell can't contain my fucking madness anymore.
He wipes at his nose.
"Got a pretty thick skull, don't ya?" I say, this reckless malice taking over my senses.
He stands there and laughs, blood pouring down his face.
"You think that's gonna stop me?" And he looks even more worked up than before.
I pull back my fist, the muscle tight, aching to feel that power again. He looks like he's doing the same. I-
"What the fucking hell?" We stop in our tracks as Mr. Nice Policeman bangs on the bars. "What the fuck you two doing? Settle the fuck down or I'll taser the both of ya," and walks away.
It's just enough to break the murderous moment.
Something lifts and it looks like he just remembered somethin' important.
"Fuck," he mutters under his breath, so hopeless and depressed. "I gotta talk to Zenko. Fuck."
He looks genuinely worried, leans against the bars as if defeated, completely forgetting my presence. Defeated not by me but by something between his sister and him.

So I decide to fuckin' forget him too. Fuck 'im.
I sit back down and close my eyes again. We've been here for hours and I'm fucking bored out of my skull. I'm trying hard to not think of anything. To keep it all blank.
Eventually, I try to just drift off, to sleep at least a bit since I barely shut my eyes last night but when I let myself relax the memories keep coming. The memories of the last twenty four hours. How one evening went so fucking wrong. Like watching a fucking car crash. My mind just doesn't want to look away no matter how much fucking pain it causes.
Part of me still feels justified, unable to take being treated like a fucking child, but another part just says 'Fucking. Moron.' She was right. I can't control it. I just feel and then I do. No fucking impulse control here.
I think about her words about the fantasy of everyone being against me. It doesn't sit right with me. Because everyone is against me.
Even Tareo? This little voice in my head says.
Well, ok, fuck, obviously not Tareo.
And her?
I don't know. I thought she was on my side but looks like I'm nothing but a stupid kid.
That's not what she said.
Yeah but...
And her brother, did he have anything against you?
No, but it ain't like he fucking knows me.
And old man boss?
He doesn't count.
Why not?
Just...because. Shut the fuck up.
And Bang?
Don't get me started on that fuckin' fool.
So who is against you?
I just fuckin' said-
"Right," that fucking smug police voice approaches us again, "you to punks are fucking lucky today. Get your shit and get outta here. And don't let me see your fucking faces here again."
And with that, the gates open and we're free to go.