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Saeran huffs as he stands in the doorway. He had forced one of the believers that he recognized from the original Magenta to show him to Y/n's room. He ran, but he wasn't expecting this. Why is Rika here? What the fuck is up with the blood and broken drawers? And more than anything, why the hell is MC leaning over Y/n? From where he stands, he's unable to see Y/n's face let alone her wrists that are locked to the bed post. "Get away from her!" He snaps, immediately charging towards MC.
Rika is quick to get in the way. "You're Saeran, it seems. I knew you would come back eventually." She tries to get a hold of his face to get a good look at him, but he slaps her hands away. He can't think about anyone beside Y/n.
MC doesn't even turn around at the chaos. She fumbles with the keys to the cuffs even more in a rush than before. The small key slides in the slot on Y/n's first wrist and she twists it hard. It releases. Just one left to go.
Y/n, meanwhile, shrinks into herself. Her original elation at Saeran's arrival quickly turns sour. He's going to see her. He's going to see her injuries. Her mistakes. Her stupidity. Her ugliness. He's going to see a side of her that she'd rather keep hidden for the rest of her life.
Saeran pushes Rika off of him and charges to the bed just as MC undoes the last cuff and pulls away. "Y/—"
She screams.
Y/n lurches herself away from him and she screams. Frantic, she scrambles onto her hands and knees and launches herself off of the bed to the corner on the farthest side of the room. Trembling, she pulls her cloak's hood over her head, sits on the ground, and does everything she can to fold herself into the wall.
"Y- y/n?" His angel's name falls from his lips, his eyes wide and his hand still trembling in the air. "Y/n?" He slowly moves away from the bed, attempting to approach the woman again.
His foot strikes a squeaky floorboard. "NO! Don't come over here!" Her voice is heavy with sorrow and gets more and more coarse with her every word. "I thought I told you not to come!"
Saeran hesitates. He had guessed that she might cry, or kiss or hit him. But he never expected that she would run away from him. "Y/n," he tries, approaching her more slowly. "Princess what's wrong?"
Rika guestures to MC and before Y/n can sniffle out a response, they leave the room, shuttting the door behind themselves. Y/n's hands cover her face and she begins to ball. She didn't want to reunite like this. She should've been in her favorite outfit, her hair neatly done, smiling, and it should've happened far away from this hell hole. "I'm sorry," she cries, her shoulders heaving so hard that her head bobs against the wall with their momentum. "Please don't look at me."
Hands clenching at his sides, Saeran steels himself and approaches his love once again. When he puts a hand on her back, she sobs harder. But, she doesn't pull away. "Y/n..." She keeps her hands secure over her face as Saeran gently slips an arm beneath her knees, carrying her in his arms. He takes in a sharp breath as he starts to get a better look at her. Mangled skin misshape the tips of her fingers and dark rings wrap around her wrists. She's been handcuffed. And more than once. More scary, dark bruises in the shape of hands twist around her neck.
Saeran gently moves to lay her down on her bed, but Y/n immediately panics. Her chest lurches forward and she hides her face next to his, instead using her hands to hold her chest as far away from the surface of the furniture as possible. He doesn't have to ask to know. She doesn't want to be on the bed.
Instead, he kicks away a large piece of a drawer and sits on the floor, settling Y/n on his lap. She keeps her head over his shoulder so that he can't see. "Y/n..." Saeran rubs her back gently as he holds her close. "You don't have to be scared of showing me."
She shakes her head. "I don't want you to ever remember me looking like this." Her voice is shaky, but her sobs have begun to subside. "I- I'm sorry for running away from you," she spills out, almost too quickly. "I was just surprised. You know that I- I love you."
"And I love you too." Saeran strokes the back of her head. Her hair is dryer than before, she must be using harsher soaps. "So let me help you. Let me make you feel better." Y/n leans into his rhythmic touch. "Let me take care of you."
Speeding up, Y/n's heart pounds in her chest. The bruises... the blood... the scabs... the raw skin... will it really be okay for her to show him how broken and hideous she is? Lips press lightly against the dark bruise wrapping around her neck. The light nearly healing touch flutters all the way to just below her earlobe. She knows the answer. And it's simple. It's yes.
She slowly separates their chests and brings her face in front of his so that he can see. And he does. His mint green eyes glass over and his lip trembles.
Tears well up in Y/n's eyes and she lets Saeran watch them fall, her everything on full display. "I'm weak and hideous now," a thin smile paints her lips. "I'm sorry."
Saeran falls still, his eyes focusing in on her. Her heart sinks and with a crushing sigh, Y/n removes herself from his lap.
She doesn't get far.
His hands gently finds her wrists and before she can complain, he has their forms glued together once again. One moment his fingers are trailing lightly up her cheeks and the next his lips are taking over hers. Desperately.
Exploding with hot trembles, Y/n gasps against him, gripping on to his shoulders for balance. Wet and hungry, his slick muscle slides past her teeth, dominating her mouth with delight. His mint eyes watch her every reaction, meeting her own gaze with a loving glint. He can bare to look at me.
The realization is one so happy that it calls back the tears to her eyes. In her moment of distraction, she fails to notice Saeran's hands slipping beneath her cloak and brushing against her hot skin. He grows sloppy as he struggles to pull the garment over her head and Y/n takes the opportunity to push him back.
In a hot tangled mess, the pair fall to the floor, Y/n landing on top of Saeran. She moves to straddle him properly and takes off the stupid cloak that he was focusing on instead of her. Breathing hard, Saeran smirks as he takes in the woman proudly grinding herself against his hard erection. Her breasts are perfect and clothed in a black bra. His hands find her hips and he slows her jerky movements to a painfully intoxicating languid rhythm, making Y/n excite everything from her clit to her tight entrance with each stroke. "S- Saeran," she shudders against him.
With each movement of her hips his dick tightens and tightens. But he fights his own urges back and focuses on making his angel feel good. She's had a hard time without him and it's the least he can do to pay her back. "They'll never be able to take away your beauty, Y/n." He cracks a smile up at the captivating moaning mess above him. "Nor your strength. Nor will they ever be able to take my love away from you."
Too wound up to muster a proper response, a moan leaks from Y/n's lips. Her hips lose some of their strength to continue and Saeran quickly takes complete control over them, steadily increasing the speed. "Sae- Sae!" She clenches up against him and for a moment she can't breath. The hot and twisted knot in her is yanked and searing pleasure floods her body. Her silently roaring climax rips through shaking the room.
Once the passion has subsided, Saeran releases his grip on Y/n's hips and she lays down against him, immediately pressing a lazy smooch to his lips. He returns the kiss gently, then presses another against the wound beneath her eye. Clinging to him, her lips release a relieved sigh.
Neither of them need to say it to know.
I love you.
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The Savior removes her ear from the door and smiles, her arms crossed across her stomach. "I must say, I'm quite pleased that you and Gretel were at fault and not Y/n." The blonde woman smiles at MC, noting that her second-in-command's nipples are just as hard as her own. "If I had to punish Y/n, Saeran would definitely act out and I'd be forced to give him a cleansing ceremony as well."
MC shifts awkwardly. She has desired Y/n for almost her entire life. Jealousy? Arousal? Those words don't even begin to describe what she is feeling. "Is it okay for them to continue being this close?" For a moment, MC considers telling the truth and getting to punish Y/n just so she could enjoy time with Y/n too, like the Savior said she could.
"That's how I want it to be. The more they love each other, the easier it is for me to keep them here." The Savior chuckles lightly at MC's expression. Not caring for the two guards that were assigned to Y/n's room and are still very much in the hallway, Rika pushes MC against the wall and takes a hand to the girl's small breasts, her knee slipping between her legs. "You like it when we do this, don't you?" Rika chuckles as MC blushes deeply. Leaving a wet trail, the cult leader takes a good taste of the wound she opened on the side of her believer's face. "Let's get that one and have some fun in my room. I need to destress."
MC bows her head the best as she can in her position. Although she hates that man, it's very true that MC enjoys these surprise 'sessions'. "Yes, my Savior."
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A/N
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