Grunk X Reader «DIRECT»
But he wasn’t wrong. You were already shivering, the cold of the moon seeping through the seals of your suit. The bunker’s heater was working, but slowly. Too slowly.
You tried to pull your hand away, but Grunk’s fingers closed around yours, gentle but immovable. grunk x reader
Grunk.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I would never,” his collar said softly. “You are mine to protect.” But he wasn’t wrong
“No.”
He looked up.