bulletproof || SpecOps x Reader

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"Because you looked like you felt more comfortable with him compared to when you were with me."

His words fell from his lips softly as he closed his eyes, he was showing his vulnerability but he was ashamed he had to. But he let himself be in your arms, his breathing eased, and his arms just loosely around you. Your hand at the back of his neck, fingers massaging his hair as your other hand rubbed his back gently.

Did you feel better with Riot?

Or with Tank?

What he said ran through your mind over and over again, as if it was a broken record. You couldn't decide only having known them for only several days. So you just held him there as you questioned yourself, "Please lay beside me." He whispered, carrying you to the middle of the bed with the little strength he had.

So you did, even if it was unusual for you to see him so gentle with you. His arms were clutching you tight even as he drifted off to sleep. You couldn't help but reach for his face, caressing lightly.

God knows what he's been through for him to feel so ashamed of being vulnerable. 

11 AM

You could feel Tank's hand tracing and caressing your back as his arm was around you, "Good morning, darling." He greeted you with a smile when he saw you open your eyes. He looked so pretty even if his eyes still looked tired. But you couldn't help but wonder if Riot was alright, as well. But you knew if you asked Tank, he'd feel hurt.

You smile back, yawning. "How was your sleep?" He asked, tightening his arm around you as he scrolled through his phone.

You answered him in a whisper, "It was alright." Still wondering when you'd be talking to Riot today. But you looked at him, it was as if he'd wiped this morning's events off his mind. "What exactly happened when you were in hiding?" You swung your arm around him as you questioned him, in an attempt to not make him mad.

"I had to throw my favorite hoodie away." He pouted while scrunching his nose in disappointment, making you giggle. 

"Was it scary?"

He laughed, "I'm a seven-foot-tall man, nothing scares me." 

You raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief, "Mhm?" 

"Mhm." He answered condescendingly, reaching for your face to kiss your cheek. "Were you scared?"

You nodded, making him smile and kiss you more. "I'm going down to get water, do you want a glass?" You sat up as you asked, the thought of wanting to get out to check for Riot was lingering and getting bigger at the back of your head.

"Thank you, darling." He said in advance as you got out of the sheets.

You got out of the room, scurrying downstairs to check for Riot. But he wasn't in the living room or the kitchen or dining room. He didn't even leave a note on the fridge. So you drank water back in the kitchen, all that was in your mind was to talk to him. Maybe he's in his room.

You walked upstairs, forgetting to grab a glass for Tank and heading to Riot's door. Being as quiet as you can, you turned the doorknob as silently as possible, not wanting Tank to hear. You peeped inside the room, looking around to see that Riot wasn't there. "Riot?" You tried to call for him silently, to see if he'd answer from the bathroom.

You sighed. "What are you doing there?" Tank's voice darkened as he stepped behind you. Oh, no.

You turned around, looking up at him. "Just—" He took a step closer, cutting you off.

"Just. What?"

"Looking for Riot." You gulped.

"For what, darling?" He frowned, tensing up. You were walking back because of him getting closer.

You couldn't answer, you knew he'd just get mad. "For what?" He said behind gritted teeth as you feel the edge of the bed behind you, making you fall on Riot's bed. "Darling."

He propped his knee on the place between your legs. "What do you want from him, huh?" He asked leaning down to your ear, his hand finding your neck. "Because you only told me you'd go downstairs." He faced you as he gripped your neck tight, making you flinch. "Or did you want to fuck him last night?" His other hand under your top, grazing your skin, making you hitch your breath. "Hm, darling? Did you want him to do what I'm doing?" He asked, nibbling on the sensitive part of your neck. You couldn't breathe right because of how he was pressing his thigh in between your legs, his thumb circling on your nipple. "Do you like that, darling?" Your hips bucked onto his thigh as his hands explored every inch of your chest. "Or would you like Riot doing that?"

You couldn't think of anything but wanting him to finish what he'd started, "Please." You pleaded. 

"Why are you on my bed?" Riot interrupted from outside his bedroom, making Tank stop.

"Y/N needs to get fucked." Tank started. "Because she can't seem to make her mind up between the two of us."

Riot scoffed, eyeing how vulnerable you are on his bed. "Don't get angry with me if she wants to fuck me more." He said to Tank, walking over to you so he could flip you over, making you lay on his bed facedown as your elbows propped you up onto the mattress.

"Let's let her talk for herself after." 

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PLS COMMENT ON WHETHER YOUD WANT RIOT OR TANK MORE LASDMKSHIFSJFIGNKFI AND

IM SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER I JUST I CANNOT ADSISDFJIDSHGIJG AS IM WRITING THIS,, IM CURRENTLY MELTING AT THE VISUALIZATION OF THIS AND D A M N ,,,,,