#003: minji x phoenix

[minjiseos]

“He’ll never want me,” Minji spoke the words slowly back to him, committing them to memory while she grasped the edge of the bathtub with such vigour that she had splintered her fingernails. A moan that twisted into a cry echoed off the tiles in the moments before her head was submerged again, and she could do nothing but accept his brutality. She heaved the moment he gave her relief, blue strands stuck on her cheeks and blurring her vision; water forced up from the depths of her throat and barely giving her the time to acknowledge the jewels with a clear mind. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She made the move to reach behind her and she floundered back into the water in the scramble to stop him; much too slow as the unwelcome chill rose as he slipped the first inside of her. “Bastard.” A hiss from her lips at the second that was lost to a shout at the impact of his hand, and in moments she was lost to the deep thrusts that threatened to rip her apart. Her orgasm rose drastically, bent forward to hold the edge of the bath and began to shift her weight to meet his hips. Her knees bruising with endless battering against porcelain and she was unravelling into the high with heightened cries. A draft suddenly eased on her back, tickling away the warmth of his body on hers, a chill that stroked her arms and then her face. The breeze was not an open window or a door, but a spirit who crept in and squeezed into the remaining space. “Phoenix, stop.” A pleading cry not towards his actions but a warning that was soon lost underwater, where she was suffocated both by the water and the soul that flittered in their world, its eyes bouncing in the water's reflections and its arms darkening around her. It was unholy, locking a hold of her frame and she was fighting to push upwards, against Phoenix’s death grip and she was reaching for the hand at the back of her head; clawing to make him aware that there was more than the two of them. Her mind seized at the declaration of belonging to him, ever hopeful that he had been sincere even as he was hellbent on a watery demise. Aware of the warmth that filled her, that trickled further down her thighs with every devilish thrust; motions that would have taken her to a euphoric edge if it hadn’t been for the pressure that welled around her head. Death was never a fear, she knew that she would never die swiftly nor of old; she was always going to die at Phoenix’s hand, it was a fate she had accepted long ago but in those final moments, another possibility had taken over. Theo’s face encompassed her and forced out the cold embrace of the dark spirit and for a brief moment, she found a final jolt of strength to fight back at the flicker of a smile of a man that she could certainly love. Her awareness slipped at the attempt to push back against Phoenix’s hand, a darkness that was crushing down on her skull and in her frustration, she released a scream with what air remained. Water filled her mouth and lungs in a rush, and in a matter of seconds, she fluttered away. Unaware of his final movements or the words tossed in her direction, and luckily unable to feel that impact with the soaked tiles once he had given mercy to her limbs.

Phoenix planned his thrusts strategically, with every blow landing immaculately deep inside of her. Every splash of water on his clothing encouraged animalistic behavior as he drilled his length around her insides, leaving no area untouched. “He’ll never want you.” His hand filtered through her hair, crawling to reach her skull as he slammed her face back into the water. “You thought you could be happy? Filth like you?” Even if he felt as if he was crossing the lines by degrading her in such a manner, Phoenix had no self-control when it came to getting off. He merely wanted her to cry while he ripped her apart and violated her in ways no other man could dream—that was his goal. “I have a gift for you.” And as he finished his sentence, Phoenix raised her from the water before his murder charges became a longer list. “I know how much you love stealing jewels.” His thrusts were deep and slow as his fingers wrapped around the jewels that Orion had placed in his pocket. Phoenix gave her a couple minutes to understand the situation before those same jewels were making their way inside her ass. “One little jewel.” His tongue darted over his lips as he watched her body engulf the jewel, then another. “Two little jewels.” Finishing off with a wet slap to her left cheek, growling at the sight of his handprint forming and wasting no time to return to his dangerous thrusts. The twitch in his length made it clear to him that his climax was near; Phoenix bounced her against his length as he groaned into her skin. His legs began to shake as he leaned forward to attempt a better angle as he shot his hot liquid inside of her. “You’re all mine, all of you.” Any logical man would have pulled out of her and walked away like nothing happened, but Phoenix had a better idea as he continued his thrusts. This time, each thrust rapidly slammed inside of her, presenting himself as the son of Hades and declaring her body as his. There was no need for her to continue breathing, so Phoenix decided amongst himself to return her to the water until every last drop had fallen on the tiles. “Dammit—” His groan indicated another climax, dropping her hair to take hold of the edges of the tub as he began to fill her up more than the first. “You always feel so fucking good.” These words were dripped with honesty; no other woman was able to conjure up lust like Minji, and it grew addicting to devalue her existence. Phoenix inhaled sharply to catch his breath, exhausted from his demeanor, before he presumed the snapping of his hips. Soon, the porcelain bath filled with water would be emptied, and he couldn't comprehend why a lifeless body turned him on so much. His hands found placement elsewhere, one between her legs as he circled her clit in rhythm to his hips while the other caressed her breast. Pinching the sensitive skin, pulling her nipple, and slapping away any common sense. "I love you." In his final blow, Phoenix emptied every ounce of him inside of her, and it was confirmed when his ejaculation coated his length. "My condolences." Phoenix pulled out of her, wiping any residue along the dimples of her back until he was satisfied, and carefully tucked his length back into his trousers. He despised aftercare, especially with Minji, because he figured there was no point after what he did to her. “Laters, Min.” He brushed off any impurities on his clothing in the mirror, clearing his throat before turning his attention to her with a sinister smile. “Here’s to a good fuck.” That was his cue to leave the woman, pushing open the door, but not before leaving a crack for anyone to glance inside to view his masterpiece.

[minjiseos]

There was a warning twinkling on the edge of Minji’s mind, the flash of conscious thought that she should have heeded and attempted to create distance. It didn’t take much for her to feign ignorance and indulge; all ideas of fighting his claws were brushed aside when a confession of love was spoken. “You do?” A hushed question, her body twisting under the relentless pulsing of his fingers while her mind rallied for clarity it couldn’t obtain. The realisation of the filling tub hit her the second that he placed her back on her feet and they touched down on soaked tiles, shuddering at the chill and it caused hesitation. There was never a way out when it came to Phoenix, yet she took a single step that put her back flush against his chest. “I don’t do well with water Phoenix.” The confession rose in a mix of fear and pleasure at the moment that his length slid between her legs and she buckled. He was a familiar warmth, biting at the edges of how tight she’d become in his absence and it was the friction that had derailed her from her fear of water. The force of his hand should have been expected but she had been lost in the very desire that earned her the title of ‘whore’ and she was plunged into icy water without an opportunity to catch a breath. She grappled with the porcelain edge, placing her strength in keeping herself above water the moment he showed mercy; although the seconds she was given for air weren’t merciful. Not when he reminded her that Theo didn’t want her, not when he dominated her with a brutal force that made it difficult to scrape oxygen into her lungs, and a cry erupted from deep in her chest. The second plunge had been too soon, she sucked in a breath as her face met the water and the taste of blood caught the back of her throat, biting down on her lip with an agonising crunch in the rush to close her mouth. The feeling of weightlessness surrounded her despite the hand latched to the back of her head and her own hands pressed down on the base of the tub, but no matter the effort she made, her fingers slipped against the sheer force of Phoenix’s strength. She heaved the moment he allowed her a breath and in the process of catching her breath, a laugh bubbled forth. Ever the masochistic, her mind could only linger on the pleasure that was influencing the surge of heat between her legs and throughout her abdomen. Her laughter died once he spoke and she fell to submissive silence, risking the tilt of her head to look at him. Her eyes flickered to the curve of his lips, lingering for several seconds until she rose to meet his eyes, and naturally, she smiled. “Yes.” Her voice drifted, catching an echo and bringing it back to her in a dreamlike haze. She cocked her head back and the icy drip of water on her back should have woken her from the trance, but it was inconceivable to return to reality when she brought her mouth to his. “I'd do anything for you, my love”

Phoenix showed no mercy as his fingers dug inside of her with a consistent speed. He developed an emotion called joy watching her unravel from his fingers, a partial smile made it clear that his plan to please her would declare him a sociopath. “I love you.” Phoenix breathed the words of love across her chest along with the swipe of his tongue, biting the rounds of her breast before slipping out each finger slowly. His fingers imprinted on either side of her neck, restricting the flow for a few minutes while his free hand scooped her up from the countertop. “Your begging turns me on, baby girl.” In one swift movement, Phoenix carried her toward the overflowing porcelain bathtub. His hand set her down gently, facing her body towards the window as his fingers tangled into her hair, and lips attaching to the back of her neck. “Remember, you asked for me to fuck you.” He dropped a hand to unbuckle his trousers, stroking his already hardened member with a rotten expression before guiding every inch inside of her. It was sexual relief as he tossed his head back, the feeling of her wrapped around him caused pre-ejaculation, and it acted as a lubrication for the first thrust forward. Phoenix lunged forward to collide his hips with hers, fingers returning to her hair as he twirled the locks around his palm. “Whore.” He couldn’t feel guilty for his next action would break the barrier between them, using an unspeakable force to immerse her head in the water while he snapped his hips. He held her underwater for a few seconds, left hand gliding down to take control of her hips as he buried himself deep inside of her. “He never wanted you. Who would want a pathetic cunt like you?” Phoenix yanked her hair, fistful to ensure his grasp before encasing her head back into the bitter bathwater. Water splashed around them as his thrusts picked up pace, drilling her mercilessly. The sensation flowing throughout his body failed to remind him that she wes not special enough to breathe underwater. “Oops.” His unconcerned tone sprinkled with playfulness, wouldn’t put it past him to fuck a dead body. His grip around her never loosened as he pulled her up from potentially drowning, leaning close enough to slither his tongue along the outlines of her ear, and with a venomous tone he asked. “Would you die for me?”

[minjiseos]

The drinks held their effects, the magic within them failing to let her sober even after what would have straightened her on any other day, but as her hands slid up and down her calves for warmth, she found herself swaying. Her head rose at the sweetness that littered his voice, she knew that it was only a matter of time before he turned sour, yet she basked in his attention because, at this moment, she needed it. “I always look stunning.” It was a whisper, her confidence had dwindled yet acceptance of her beauty was ready to pounce on the tip of her tongue. Curiosity seeped in, tilting her head to watch him turn the faucet but all questions had died once she was once more the centre of attention. Minji knew the signs of his assault before his hands were on her, catching a breath in the brief seconds that came between him crossing the room and the chill of his hands caused the hair on her arms to rise. “The only man who never leaves me is you.” She brushed his cheek with her knuckles and the tears swelled in her eyes; gaze darting to the door expectantly. If Theo had been there, what would she have done? She wasn’t certain if she would have fled with him or if she’d have carried on the path Phoenix forged ahead with. Her legs spread without a fight, and surprised cries echoed and mixed with the run of the water. The wet ache that Theo had created between her legs was successfully dealt with, straightening her back and raising a foot to rest in the small of his back, opening herself up to him in every capacity. “Do you want me to be bad for you, daddy?” She brought her mouth to his ear while he made short work of Arthur’s masterful stitching, it should have been a sin to ruin something so beautiful but she failed to give it more than a moment’s notice once he was locked on her chest. Her head tossed back as she arched her back and practically raised from the countertop, dragging herself closer to the edge in search of the high his fingers never failed to give her. The attention to her nipples caused a curl in the pit of her stomach, leading her to clench around his fingers and release a series of moans that she couldn’t control. “Please fuck me.” A desperation that Minji spared for Phoenix, he could have drawn it out of her in a church pew if he looked at her the right way. “Please, Phoenix.”  His name locked in a gasp and a moan all at once, the familiar warmth of his palm on her throat was paired with her hand circling his wrist, while the other sought out the button to his trousers. Her fingers trembled, this was the moment that she failed before, where she’d been rejected and she couldn’t help to hesitate. 

“My pretty Minji rejected for a glass of water. Shame.” Phoenix adjusted his attire while his attention was glued to the mirror, making sure he was at the top of his game tonight for various reasons. However, a devilish thought crossed his mind as the woman he used to get off sat filled with sheer embarrassment. This idea was a special one, but it wouldn’t be right to take advantage of her in this state–He chuckled to himself when moments ago he had snapped the neck of a mourning mother. Phoenix had no morals. “You look stunning tonight, baby girl.” It was like clockwork between them, always starting sweet before destroying her completely. His words echoed in the large interior, walking over to the single porcelain tub, and turning the handle for the water to begin filling. “How could a man leave you?” Phoenix gradually shifted on his heel to sway back toward her, cold hands lifting the hem of her skirt until her thighs were exposed; Why wait for her to ask questions? It took him half a second to rip her undergarments, hand forcefully spreading her legs to grant him access without permission. “You’re such a good girl tonight. Behaving so well.” These words were a distraction to his fingers sliding between her folds, slowly slipping two fingers inside of her while his free hands ripped the expensive fabric to expose her chest. Phoenix attached his mouth to one breast, tongue darting over her nipple before his teeth began to tug at the bud. His fingers dug inside of her, pumping his wrist until he heard those bedraggled noises coming from between her legs–his hand used to rip the fabric wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly enough for only sweet moans to escape. It was too late to refuse him when he made up his mind on how he’d planned to torture her tonight. Phoenix snapped his fingers inside of her, mouth moving from one breast to another but not before leaving marks of his presence. “My ravishing, undesirable girl.”

[minjiseos]

Minji wanted to flee, she was itching for it and yet she was anchored to the bathroom that Theo had ushered her inside. Embarrassment and shock kept her from floundering to find an exit as if the whole ball would smell rejection off of her the moment she stepped outside. There were drinks on the countertop, some partially sipped while others were fully drained, and she toyed with their stems. The high of the drinks had got her into this situation, it could certainly help get her out. She should have been apprehensive, she should have known better but she lacked the care she usually observed and knocked back the fullest glass. If it was spiked, Minji couldn't tell nor did she care, sliding to sit on the countertop and wait. Eyes closed, she tipped her head back and rested on the cool tiles and once the door opened, she remained as she was. It wasn’t until the person acknowledged her, the voice of a man that she would have followed into the deepest depths of the underworld if so much as looked her way. “You ask that as if I'm abandoned often.” Minji’s eyes opened and her chest tightened, almost laughable that despite it all, her heart still was drawn to Phoenix like a moth to a flame.  If anyone was to blame for her abandonment it was him, but this wasn’t the time to dwell on it. “Apparently, I'm too drunk to fuck.” Her laughter was hollow as she made her own conclusions on Theo's reasoning. Her drunken state was not a viable excuse to her, how many men had taken full advantage of her with alcohol in her system and he couldn't give in to her? “I touched his dick and poof…” She waved her hand, her fingers sprawled as she gave a dramatic flick of her wrist. Her attempt at humour was lacking when the situation was a devastating blow to her ego, reeling from what she had asked of him, only to be cast aside. “He abandoned me for some water, or so he said, I'm here, he's not, and neither is that damn water.”

Phoenix clutched his fake pearls as the situation began to unravel around him, but not a single spirit rose from the ground and the only thing on the ground was the mother of the deceased. He wasn’t sure if she was passed out or dead, it was another problem for a different day, but the jewels were desirable enough to seize. “Princess Aera, I suggest that you go ahead.” He’d rather get rid of her before she was caught in a whirlwind of trouble which would lead back to him and he didn’t have the time to deal with Wednesday’s interrogation tactics. Phoenix held back any cruel comments about the snake that grew inches over a second, stepping back to avoid being touched by the witch next. He was glad that Khaede occupied herself with Irelia, but the situation felt strange when he heard Irelia call out Orion’s name. “The damsel in distress calls out for the husband that she hates? I was waiting for you to call out my name. Your loss, I would’ve made a great hero in this story.” Phoenix laughed nonchalantly before the snake hissed loudly, almost instantly covering the laugh with a cough. “Let’s be rational about all of this.” His hand hovered over the space, noticing the time on his watch. He wasted too much time gathering everyone, hoping for the seance to start the night off with a bang and it showed disappointment on all counts. “I’m upset.” Phoenix’s annoyance with the crisis had him wrapping his hands around the mother’s neck, exhaling sharply as he gazed into her tortured soul. “You’re a liability to all that is unfolding here.” It was with the strength of his wrist that he snapped the woman’s neck with ease, dropping her back onto the grace before wiping his fingers. “She was going to jump from Devotion’s tower. The rumors would be an issue and I’ve been dying to kill her.” He giggled at the pun, tossing a skull-engraved coin over the body as it granted her access to wander in Damned to find her daughter. The least he could do after breaking her neck for his enjoyment. “I would love to stay and see what you plan to do with the witch, but I must attend the yearly ball.” Phoenix placed his hand on Orion’s shoulder, two pats to ensure the two would see each other later. The walk back to Strife was chilly, holding his elbows as he snuck past the guards into the dance hall–it was better than he expected as women came dressed to scratch an itch and the men dove right into the task. “Orion would be pleased with the turnout.” It was appropriate for him to clean up after committing a crime, Phoenix made haste toward the nearest restroom before someone delicious pulled him away. Upon entering the bathroom, Phoenix was worried about his appearance and focused solely on how he looked in the mirror until his head turned to catch a familiar scent. “Who abandoned you this time?”