||۶ৎ in which your boyfriend gets just a little bit carried away with his mouth
The air is thick with heat, your whole body thrumming and aching in a way that can only be described as blissful, thighs still trembling, heart still beating at a pace that’s near erratic.
Your eyes are unfocused and glazed over, staring blankly at the crumbling ceiling above you, arms hanging limply by your sides like you’re not sure what else to do with them. Tyler’s hand is resting on your hip, fingers tracing lazy patterns into your skin, his other arm tucked beneath his head.
Neither of you speak for a long while. You don’t have to. Each dying pant leaves you sufficiently succinct.
“You’re quiet,” he rasps eventually, shifting his head against the pillow to glance at you. His eyes are dark as always, lust-filled. You don’t meet them.
He grins, giving a faint nod of approval. “Good. You should be.”
At that, you drive your elbow harshly into his ribs, your own lips quirking with the ghostly traces of a smile. He doesn’t flinch; he simply draws you closer, draping your leg over his hips, hands splayed over your back.
Your skin is marred with bite marks and bruises that are already purpling and sore and tender from his more than rough loving. You shouldn’t be so surprised.
Tyler Durden doesn’t do gentle. He never has, and every single mark you bear is just another reminder that he’s staking his claim. Marking you as his without ever having to say it. You’re the one tangled in his mottled bedsheets, you’re the one screaming his name, and you’re the one the neighbours will grow to hate sooner or later.
He pulls your soul from within you and makes you thank him for the pain. Every little ache is a reminder of how good he treats you…
And yet right now, wrapped up in this moment, his breath steadying, eyes half shut from exhaustion, he looks strangely peaceful. His usual brazen bravado has vanished and has instead been replaced with something akin to calm.
“Ty…” You mumble, lifting your head just enough to look down at him. “You okay?”
He offers a nod in response, a lazy smirk gracing his features, palms smoothing your bare skin in reassurance. His eyes roam your body languidly, as if he’s analysing every little detail beneath the dim, flickering, sickly yellow of the lamp.
“You’re bleeding,” he states, touching a spot on the inside of your thigh where crimson has smeared across the plushness. It makes you wince—he doesn’t notice.
In fact, he looks almost smug. Proud. The mark is clearly from where he’d sunk his teeth too far, too caught up in the haze to care about what he was leaving behind.
“It’s fine.” You brush a strand of hair back from his face, and he scoffs, hands tightening momentarily on your waist before he shifts.
He deposits you back on the empty space beside, the cool of the mattress making you whine as you watch him stand, moving like a wild animal pretending to be human, naked and careless. An enigma in your life.
He disappears into the bathroom without a word, and you're left staring after him, clueless and helpless. The sound of the faucet running cuts through the quiet, the sputtering of water a tell-tale sign, and your brows furrow further.
He reappears in the doorway, leaning heavily against the frame, smirk still ever present, arms crossed over his chest.
“Right here, woman.” He takes a drag of his cigarette—he must have grabbed one in the few moments he was gone. Of course. “Bath aint gonna run itself.”
You sit up a little despite your body’s protests. “Bath? You have bubble bath?”
He raises a brow and turns away, expecting you to follow. “Something like that.”
Your muscles groan in protest as you scramble to stand, holding onto the cabinet as you shuffle after him. The bathroom smells faintly of cheap fragrance, the mirror fogged up with heat.
“I don’t wanna use your soap…” You begin, and he shakes his head, turning off the water and gesturing for you to get in.
“Ain’t mine. Store’s finest. Stole it myself.”
You pause, hand gripping his arm tightly, eyes fixed solely on his, searching. “Promise?”
And for a moment, you swear something in his face softens. Just for a second.
