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The rise of the brave tangled dragons child to varian and the seven kingdoms teenager pipeline is so real
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TW: yandere, noncon/dubcon, angst, unwanted pregnancy, blackmail, ish-baby trapping
PART ONE only avaliable on AO3 due to Tumblr restrictions
fem reader
You went cold and forgot how to breathe.
When you got to the kindergarten, they told you his father had already come and collected him early. All looking at you as though you were crazy, assaulting the daycare workers with your hands in a bruising grip, shaking her by her shouldersâdemanding she tell you where he took him.Â
She spilled the name of some family restaurant down the road and said heâd wanted you to join them there. The poor thing was on the verge of tears when you let go.
Rushing out, you all but ran down the streets before pushing yourself through the doorsâcold-sweating and swivel-eyedâin a panic, scanning faces with his name coming out weak under your breath.Â
With your vision spinning, you felt faint before you heard it.
âMommy! Mommy! You��re here! Look! Iâm King of the castle!â he shouted, and your peeled eyes snapped to see him up high in a bright red plastic tower.
But before your shoes could hit the soft foam of the playground, you were intercepted by something larger.
âHeâs fine,â he said under his breath, catching and stopping you in your beeline, holding you by the waist. âI need to talk to you.â
Something old and instinctive didnât bother paying him heedâas if forgetting how to speak, you just ignored him in favor of pushing past him, eyes glued to the sight of your son blissfully unaware, playing with other kids with an oblivious smile on his face. But his grip was stronger than your instincts, firm enough to keep you still but not enough to hurt you, even when you tried twisting yourself free.
âCome on,â he urged.
You were about to sneer something, finally looking at his faceâthat face you hatedâbut the bark of curse words got held back.
âLook around you. Letâs not cause a scene.â The wild animal within went silent while your eyes flickered around at the surrounding picnic tables where families were having their dinner. âWe can talk outside. My assistant will look after him.â
You didnât feel much inclined to listen, but still, even though it made you hate to fold on his behestâreluctantly, you accepted the sense of what he was saying. Looking back at your son still laughing up in his tower with cinched brows. You didnât want to scare him when he didnât know what was going on, even though you felt the need to scream at the very top of your lungs.
You allowed him to lead you outside, but as soon as the fresh air welcomed your rigid state, you were at once whipping around and pushing him away. âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?!â snarling at him. âHow fucking dare you?!â
âCalm down. He might still see us,â he hushed, hands raised in halfhearted surrender, casting a nod to the glass walls separating you from the frivolity inside. âLetâs just talk rationally.â
âRationally?!â you scoffed in a shout, eyes still manic. âYou fucking kidnapped my son, you psycho-â
âYou wouldnât answer my texts or calls,â he snubbed. âHeâs my son too-â
âFuck you,â you interrupted to return the favor. âIf you fuck with me on this, I swear Iâll ruin you.â You had a finger raised at him, breathing furiouslyâlooking down-right madâsweaty and disheveled from your run with your face twisted with such a state of frenzy. âIâll tell everyone how I got him in the first place!â
Despite the threat, he didnât seem all that fazed.Â
âThink about itâŚâ he said calmly, much in contrast to you. âWho do you think people will believe? A teenage mom abusing her son for a paycheck or his estranged father wanting to provide for him?â
You blanched, and before anything else made it outâwhether it be more rage or something else, he was already further silencing you.
âNot to mention⌠the trial would be gruesome, and Junior would have to grow up with it always hanging over his headâis that really what you want?â
You look at him, and you still can't believe it. How could it have turned out like this? Youâd been perfect only a month ago before heâd shown up at your apartment.
You thought youâd sent him on his way for good that day, but only now did you realize he had no plans to leave you alone.
âCome, letâs talk in the car. Itâs cold, and youâre not dressed,â he ushered, taking your arm again where you stood, stunned and still, trying to wrap your head around his threats. Letting yourself be led into the black vehicle standing perfectly parked in its neat white rectangle.
You both got in the back with enough room to battle your homey sofa nook at home.
âI donât want this to get ugly,â he started anewâhis voice still so irritatingly calm, unfairly so. âI just want to see my son-â
âHeâs not yours,â you croaked, feeling the situation slip from your fingersâbattling a drumming heart, shifty breaths, and the mean sting of tears welling up in your eyes.
âIf you try and keep him from me, Iâll sue for full custody. And given Iâm the only one out of us who isnât a pro-bono case and the only one with any future that isnât managing a register, Iâd say I have a pretty fair shot at winning.â
You canât keep from bursting out crying then, overwhelmed by the fear of losing the only thing that mattered and the pure disgust of the man whoâd given it to you. It felt like everything was tearingâyour whole lifeâcrumbling before your eyes.
âDonât cry,â he soothed, his hand coming to drape your hunched shoulders where you held your tears. âI donât want to take him away from youâŚâ His attempt did little to comfort you, but the next words had your heart grasping for what little hope they offered. âAnd Iâm not going to either.â
You looked at him through the hurt of swollen eyes, tears still falling while he wiped them away with the course pad of his thumbârubbing your cheek affectionately. In any other circumstance, youâd surely slap him, but right now, all you could do was listen.
âIâm buying a house,â he revealed, still holding your cheek and gaze. âFit for a family. Safe neighborhood, good school district, giant backyard.â The list went over your headâit was all too surreal to register. You couldnât even fathom what he was getting at until, âI want the two of you to come live there with me.â
Stunned, you remained completely silent until the tears dried, and he let go of your face.Â
âYou donât have to say anything right now.â He reaches across you and fetches the seatbelt before coming back over you to click it in place. âIâll go get Junior and drive you home. Just stay here.â
You do as suggested and stay seated as he pops his door open and leavesâfeeling all but cemented in place as your thoughts go tumbling around and around as if caught in a rip curl. When Junior jumps in beside you, a farfetched smile is all you can offer. Thankfully, heâs so enamored by a toy heâd gotten to notice much of your state.
When your door opens again, youâre led out and onto your neighborhood street. The fresh air does little to clear your mind. Feeling all but feverish as you hold Junior's small hand in yours while the man of your nightmares smiles all too fondly at the two of you.
âIâll come pick you up after your shift on Monday.,â he says decidedlyâcheerfully as he ruffles Juniorâs hair enough to make him giggle. âBring the rascal with you, and he can pick his room first.â
You werenât planning on staying. You were never planning on stayingâcertain you would leave the second the opportunity to skip town aroseâyou just need to scramble the money together first.Â
But the house was huge⌠nothing you could ever dream of, and while it made you desperate with grief, you couldnât deny it eitherâŚÂ Junior really loved having a dad.
It nearly brought sick to your throat to call him that. It was a shot through the heart every time you heard Juniorâs boyish call, squealing with giggles, saying âDaddy, daddy, daddy-â
None of it seemed right to you. Seeing his bright smile, now at the age where a new tooth fell out every other weekâlooking so goofy as he proudly shows the two of you the new one heâd just knocked out playing soccer at school. âMommy, Daddy, look!â
Whatâs worse is that you can't even deny how good the man you hate is at it allâspoiling him with gifts and making him laughâgiving piggyback ride after air-plane flight after tickle-fight and a game of tag and hideânâseek.Â
And itâs not just the easy stuff. Heâs good at the shit that used to make you go crazyâputting him to bed, getting him dressed, making him eat the right stuff, and not just scuffle down candy. Itâs as if the two of them have developed a secret language youâre not a part of. If Junior werenât a toddler, youâd even suspect heâd been bribed and told to do his best to make you lose your mind. But no, itâs just reality.
The man you live with drives and picks your son up from school as if heâd done it since he was born, goes with you to meet the teacher if and when he gets into trouble and helps the two of you pick out the right shoesâshoes that you can now afford, thanks to him.
âI thought I might sleep in the master bedroom tonight.â He says, leaning against the frame in the doorway.
Youâd been living there a month now. Heâd been generous enough to sleep in the guest room up until now.
You donât know how to deny him. It feels as if anything you might say would just be ignored or threatened until you eventually took it back. You didnât want him in your bedâyou didnât want him in the same houseâin fact, preferably, youâd want him to be six feet deep in the dirt.
You end up not answering. But heâs used to that by now.Â
âI get itâŚâ he says, taking steps into the room youâd wrongfully thought was your safe space. âYou donât trust me.â He sits down at the edge of the bed and reaches out across the sheets. Youâre too late to pull your feet to yourself before he has one in his hand. He doesnât do much but stroke it. âBut you can.â
The sincerity in his eyes makes you want to gouge them out. Itâs all been some cruel joke ever since you moved inâall the pleasantries and presents, as if trying to distract you from the past. Your wardrobe is chockfull of it, and so is Juniorâs roomâfilled to the brim with lies.
âIâm never gonâ hurt you.â Another lie. âI did you wrong once, and Iâll spend the rest of my life makinâ up for it.âÂ
You want to shake your head, laugh in his faceâanything to reject it. But youâre terrified of what he might do if you didnât play along. The threat of losing Junior is enough to make you cooperative.
âI know Iâve not been fairâpushinâ you into all of this so fast.â He gets down on his knees on the floor as if praying, right down beside you. âI took advantage of a vulnerable situation âcause Iâm an impatient assholeâbut I promise youââ He takes your hand in both of his. âIf you give me the chance, Iâm gonâ make our lives together like somethinâ outaâ a fuckinâ fairytaleâall that happily ever after shit and more, just like you always wanted.â
The kiss he presses upon your knuckles beckons goosebumps to rise all across you. All his words feel like a bad script read by an even worse actorâin fact, this whole thing feels like a prank. And still, it doesnât surprise youâheâs been laughing at you ever since you were children.
And now, laughing still, only with a fucking ringbox in his hand.
âI want Junior to see us as a united front. I donât want him askinâ question why we ainât sleepinâ in the same bed, why we fight behind locked doors, why you cry in the bathroom.âÂ
He pops the black velvet lid and reveals something so outrages it almost looks tacky lying there in a plush bed of red silk.
âI want us to be happy.â He picks the little thing out and holds it up between his thumb and index, still holding your hand in the other. âI want us to be real.â You can almost see your life flash before your eyes as it threatens your ring finger. âLetâs make us real.â
You donât say anything as he eases the tiny hoop on, sliding it all the way back until it sits snugly right at your knuckleâdazzling in the dark. A tiny tear slips down your cheekâequally dazzling.
He played some with the digitâa smile on his face.Â
âLooks good on you, Mrs.â As he calls you by his last name you almost shake the ring off as if it burned to wear, but it all gets lost when he rushes forward and locks his lips with yours.
You yelp against his mouth, kept from turning away by the large hand holding your jaw, threatening to seize your throat and squeeze. You remember how it had felt. You donât want more of a reminder, so you intercept his tongue with yours before he forced it down your throat.
He groans at the warm welcome, and your entire body shudders in memory.
You hadnât let anyone touch you since that time five years ago. It had left a poor taste in your mouth, and the hunger for it had never come back.
You choke it down now as he climbs on top.Â
⥠BNHA â Bakugou, Dabi, Hawks ⥠JJK â Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji
⥠FEM x M INSERT masterlist ⥠GN x M INSERT masterlist
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Sunshine
Pairing - dark!Rafe x pogue fem!reader
Summary - Reader has a crush on JJ, but JJ is dating Kie. Rafe decides he wants reader to get over JJ, no matter her say in the matter.
Words - 3k
Warnings MDNI - NON CON, DUB CON, drugging with E, slapping, physical fight (m vs f), dry humping, alcohol use, drug use, rough sex (p in v), degradation, blackmail, very dark Rafe.
A/N: This is my darkest piece I have ever wrote and of course it's for Rafe. He is mean SOB in this, so if that triggers you, please don't read. Thank you to @haven247 for the beta read. I am nervous about writing this dark, but hope you like it. PLEASE HEAD THE WARNINGS!
Being at a kook party was not your idea of fun, but they had free booze and it was better than a keggar. After the last week youâve had, you have every intention of getting plastered and trying to forget your crush and best friend was dating someone else.
JJ your best friend since you were 4 and crush since you were 14, was officially dating Kie. And it hurt, a lot. You knew it was coming, saw the writing on the wall, but held out hope it wouldnât. The only person who knew about the crush, that you knew of, was John B. He was your brother from another mother, and knew you inside and out. You three had been friends so long, you donât remember a time when they werenât there. John B has given you hug and told you he was sorry the day you saw them kissing through the Chateau window. He informed you they were dating and you had gone home and cried yourself to sleep. Avoiding them this past week, but couldnât get around it for this party.
You had watched them dance, laugh, and make out, and were completely ready to vomit. Or wait, was they alcohol? I was in my 3rd concoction of the night and was not feeling much of anything. Well physically anyway.
Anyway, you were in the kitchen getting another drink, when you heard the last voice, you wanted to here.
âWell, well if it isnât Miss Sunshineâ Rafe Cameron sneered as he walked into the kitchen.
âFuck off, Cameronâ I told him, trying not to say more and start something.
âAnyone ever told you have a venomous mouth, Sunshineâ he laughed.
âOnly to you, Cameron. Everyone else thinks I am adorable and sweetâ my voice dripping with sarcasm.
âI bet you taste sweetâ he chuckled. I turned around and caught him looking me up and down. He showed no shame for being caught. âWhatâs got you drowning in booze tonight? Wouldnât have anything to do with Maybank and Carrera doing the horizontal mambo, would it?â
âYouâre such an asshole, Cameronâ You go to walk past him and he grabs your upper arm and pulls close to him.
âMost girls that talk to me the way you do get punishedâ he leered, inches from my face.
So, side note, when I drink, I think I am ten feet tall and bulletproof. And tonight was no exception.
âLet go of me you fucking psycho!â I hissed at him, pulling my arm. Unfortunately, he was so much stronger than me, my arm barely moved in his grasp. âI swear to God Rafe, I am not in the mood for your bullshit tonight.â
âDonât call me psycho and I think I need to teach you some manners.â he growled right before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me in to kiss him.
I instantly started pushing on him and struggling to get free. I bit his lip and he howled in pain and jerked back. I slapped him across the face, not caring this was Rafe Cameron, Kook Prince himself, and no one ever told him no.
He snapped his head back and I looked in his eyes. They were completely black, no amount of blue left, and had a predatory look that actually caused a little fear to creep up my spine. Something else, God help me, arousal shot through to my core and made me soak my panties.
I started to back away and with each step I took back, he took forward.
âRafe just fucking walk away, leave me aloneâ I try to sound defiant and flippant, but not sure I pulled it off. His grin was pure evil, reminding me of every Disney villain I ever watched.
*Oh Sunshine, you really shouldnât have done thatâ he smirked. I turn to run and get one of the pogues, but he grabs me by my waist and turns me around to throw me over his shoulder.
âYou psychotic motherfucker, put me down!â I yell as I punch his back as hard as I can. He just grunts and slaps my ass hard, bringing tears to my eyes and more arousal to leak out of me. My mind was telling me to fight because you hate him, but my body was yelling at me to let him have his way.
He takes you to some room, locks the door, and proceeds to throw you on the bed. He immediately grabs both your wrists and roughly jerks them above your head, causing you to arch your back from the roughness and your tits rub against his chest. The lace bra you wear offered little protection from the friction and instantly your nipples hardened. Rafe chuckles as his free hand rubs over my breasts and pinches my nipples.
âYou may not want this, but your body doesâ he chuckles as his hand slides down over my stomach and to the waistband of my shorts. I continue to struggle, he slaps my bare thigh, causing me to gasp. I know if I looked down right now, there would be a red hand print.
âYouâre a feisty thing, maybe we should get you a little more pliant.â He threatens.
I see him reach in the pocket of his shorts, but donât see anything in his hand when he pulls it out.
âRafe, what the fuck are you doing?â I demand trying to keep the worry out of my voice.
âJust a little something to make you enjoy it more.â He smirks as he places a pill on his tongue and grabs my jaw to look at him.
âOpen up, Sunshineâ he murmurs as leans in to kiss me.
I try to shut my mouth, but the hold he has on my jaw wonât let me. He shoves his tongue in my mouth and I feel the pill begin to dissolve as he devours my mouth. God he is a good kisser, I canât stop myself as I whine in the kiss, causing him to moan. He held my jaw until the pill was fully dissolved, then he lets go, but we continued to kiss. Fuck, what was I doing, this was Rafe, I should be biting his fucking tongue off, yet I didnât want the kiss to stop. He finally pulls away when air became a necessity.
âWhat the fuck did you give me, Rafe?â I pant, still trying to catch my breath from the kiss.
âAww Sunshine, itâs just a little E to make you forget your troubles and help me fuck you without the feistiness.â He smiles down at me. I start to struggle again and hurt him in some fashion. His hold on my wrists and him between my legs really left me defenseless, and he knew it.
âNow letâs get rid of these clothes.â He grabs the neckline of my shirt and rips it down the middle. I screech from shock, and he continues ripping till it is off me.
âOh Sunshine, you have some beautiful tits.â He groans as he leans down and latches his lips on one of my nipples. I gasp out from pleasure as he sucks, nibbles and licks my nipples through my bra. Thousands of jolts of delight ripple through my body to my core. I began to feel a zing of energy and mixing that with pleasure, I couldnât stop myself from grinding my hips up into Rafe.
âThatâs it baby, let the drug begin to work. Let me make you feel good and forget Maybank for tonight.â He murmurs as he continues his assault on my tits, his mouth on one and his hand, pulling and pinching the other.
âMoreâ I whimper to him, trying to get more friction. He reached behind me undoing my bra and let go of my wrists, I moved my arms so he can get off. My hands fly into his hair to push more into my chest. He grinds down on me and I groan, I feel the heat build in my stomach.
I have a slight moment of clarity, where I thought what the fuck am I doing, when Rafe rolls his hips and the tip of cock hits the seam in my shorts just right to rub my clit and I see stars. I moan out as I squeeze my eyes shut and let my orgasm wash over me.
âFuck Sunshine, when was the last time you came?â he chuckles, reaching down to unbutton my shorts and take them off. He stands up, using the opportunity of me in a blissful state, to rid himself of his clothes. I look over to him and see his cock saluting me. My eyes wide at how big he was.
âShit Rafe, I donât know what you plan to do with that monstrosity, but it ainât fitting in me.â I say in wonder.
âIâll make it fit,â he said as he spread my legs and slapped my pussy. I yelped, still sensitive from my release, but it caused a wildfire to spread through my veins. He slapped it a few more times, rendering me a whiny mess. I tried to hide my face, ashamed at how he was making me feel. I knew the E was mainly to blame, but a part of me knew it wasnât all the drugs.
âOh, donât be shy nowâ Rafe taunted as he pulled my hands from face and roughly kissing me.
Distracted by his kiss, I didnât notice he lined his cock up to enter me. He shoved it in my soaked pussy and I screamed in his mouth. The pain and burn from his stretching without prep was almost unbearable. Instantly, tears formed in my eyes and I pulled my mouth free.
âFUCK!â I cried out âRafe, get out, pull out, it hurts so bad!â I cry but he continues to snap his hips into me, even though I was pushing on his stomach.
âShut the fuck up and take it.â He growled as he grabbed my arm and jerked it above my head, slamming into me faster. I was whimpering, crying mess underneath him. He continued to pound into me, hitting my cervix, lips taking what they wanted from my lips down to my breasts.
âIâll have you forgetting Maybank after tonight and youâll only want my cock in this pussy. Youâre mine now, Sunshineâ he rasped in my ear.
âI hate youâ I hissed at him.
Eventually the pain began to be replaced by pleasure, my cries turning into moans as I felt my core heat up and the band began to tighten.
âYou keep saying that, but your body doesnât,â he taunted âyou might be venomous, nonchalant, and a raging bitch to the rest of the world, but all you needed was a Daddy to tame that mouth and this pussy. Didnât you?â
I ignored him, not wanting to agree with him. Suddenly I heard and then felt the smack across my face. I let out a shocked yelp and grabbed face with my free hand. My body betrayed and a rush of arousal coated his cock.
âOh, you like being slapped huh? When I ask you a question, you answer it, slutâ he hissed at me.
âYes Daddyâ I moaned out, before slapping my hand over my mouth, not believing what I just said.
âThatâs my good little slutâ he teased.
He let go of my hand and reached down with both hands to push my thighs into my chest. I cried out as the new position hit my G-spot and I saw stars. Within seconds, the band snapped in my stomach and I was screaming daddy repeatedly.
âThatâs it, you little cunt, cum all over my cock.â He grunted before pulling out and flipping me over on my stomach. He straddled my thighs, pulled my butt up, and shoved himself back into me. I moaned as the new position let him hit deeper. I grabbed the headboard needing to ground myself, as the drugs and orgasm made me feel like I was floating away.
He wrapped his arm around my neck, putting me in a chokehold, snapping his hips into me at such an ungodly pace. I could already feel another release coming. The drugs had all my senses turned up to an eleven, the burning in my stomach, the tingling in my core, the pleasurable pain every time he hit my cervix. I felt that if I had another orgasm, I would fly off into outer space.
âSâtoo much, daddyâ I whine, trying to push on his stomach. âI canât do itâ
He slapped my hand away and smacked my thigh hard, making me cry out.
âYou will take everything I give you. Youâre my little cum slut now and you will obey meâ he grunted. He grabs my arm and jerks them around behind my back, grabbing both wrists with one hand. With his other hand, he grabs hair and uses both as leverage to fuck me harder.
All you could hear in the room were my âuh-uhsâ and our skin slapping together. I was close as my walls begin to flutter around his cock, but he was too as I felt his hips stutter.
âYou better cum before me or youâre outta luck,â he panted. âWeâre not here for your pleasure, only mine.â He taunts as he speeds up getting closer to his release.
I manage to wrestle one of my hands free and reach down to rub my clit. The added stimulation almost instantly makes me fall over the edge, I scream out and clamp down on Rafeâs dick. My body convulses as I have the strongest release of my life, but the E in my system causes me to keep cumming tears falling down my cheeks as I canât stop.
âJesus Fuckâ Rafe gasps, âYouâre clenching so tight I can barely move.â
He forces his cock in and out of me as he pants and grunts. Slamming into me one more time, I feel his seed shoot out against my walls.
âfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckâ he hisses. He slowly thrust back into me a few times before pulling out and flip me over. I was essentially a rag doll by this point.
âOops canât have any Daddyâs juices spilling out can we?â he smirks, shoving two fingers in me pushing his cum back in me. I whimpered and grabbed his wrist.
âStop, too sensitiveâ I whimper out.
âStop being a whiny slutâ he sneers before slapping my pussy a few times. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks. He reaches for his phone and takes a picture of me.
âWhat the fuckâ I snap.
âI need something to jerk off to when youâre not aroundâ
He shows me the picture. I look royally fucked out, mascara and tears running down my cheeks, lipstick smeared all over my face, bruises and hickeys around my neck and chest. He grabs my phone and tosses it to me.
âUnlock itâ he demands.
I do without any argument. He puts his number on and sends himself a text, so that he has my number.
âWhen I call, I expect you to answer and come to meâ he demands coldly. âIf you donât, then the whole island will know your just my cum slut and enjoy it. I have evidence.â he grins.
I nod, knowing he had me, because the thought of the pogues, especially JJ finding out made me sick to my stomach. He tossed my shorts and some tshirt he found to me.
âNow youâre gonna get dressed, go back to the party and act like nothing happened. Your hickeys were from some random touran.â He instructed. âThe whole time you pine over JJ, my cum will be seeping out of your cunt. Oh, and clean your face up.â
I move slowly getting off the bed. I get dressed and head to the en suite bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and start to cry. I splash water on my face, cleaning myself up, the whole-time sobbing.
Rafe comes in the bathroom and stares at me for a minute. I turn to face him and he smacks me on the cheek, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and leave his handprint.
âStop crying like a cunt,â he mocked me, âYou enjoyed it, I think I counted three orgasms from you?â
âIt was the drugsâ I argue.
âSure, sure. The explain why you were soaked before I gave you the E?â he asked.
Iâm looked away cause I had no answer, at least not one I was willing to admit.
âSâwhat I thought,â he smirked âNow get downstairs, before I change my mind and take you home, tie you up, and use you all night.â
I ran out of the bedroom and went downstairs, looking for my friends.
Walking around, I finally found John B and Sarah making out in a corner. Pope was in another room trying to woo a girl with coroner talk, the poor girl looked scared for her life. The last room I walked into, JJ and Kie were on a couch, Kie in JJâs lap making out. My friends, wait no family, didnât seem to have missed me.
I walked into the kitchen and made me a drink and walked outside to one of the patio chairs. My phone dinged with a message.
Remember our deal and no one finds out. Although with as worried as they were for you, not sure they would seem to care.
I downed my drink and got up to get another one, tears running down my cheeks.
How the fuck did I get in this situation and what was I gonna do. All knew was I hated Rafe Cameron and I would find a way out.
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Hello (ââ˘á´â˘â)
I really like your work it's so good!! And i saw your request is open soooo
Can i request delinquent/bad boy sukuna x student council president reader? Like they hate each other bc reader is very strict with the rule while sukuna just break it anyway. One day, sukuna saw the reader in a party which make him confused bc reader is not the type to do fun stuff. And moments later they fuck
Sorry if this is a very detailed request. Feel free to ignore it or change it :3
đ. đ§đ¨đđ: oh my, another sukuna req! things bout to get hot, hehe~
âš đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; Sukuna and you are college seniors - blackmail - fingering (f! receiving) - anal fingering (f! receiving) - oral (m! receiving) - facials - use of a phone; sexual photography - impact play (spanking) - full nelson position - degradation (cumslut, pig, slut, whore) - humiliation - overstimulation - pet names (brat, princess, woman) - dick piercing (frenulum) - usage of drugs & alcohol - mention of drool/spit and tears.
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Sukuna was grinning ear to ear as he marched his way toward you. âY/n.â
You perked at your name, and your face contoured to brief shock before shifting to mild annoyance. âSukuna.â
Running into you at a huge party was the last thing Sukuna expected to see. But itâs a situation he will take advantage of expeditiously.Â
College is hard enough being the top dog of the student government association and trying to juggle senior classes. It is your job to keep the school and its students in order, maintaining a pretty face as itâs been doing decently for the several years before you. The entire student body knows you take your job seriously, earning the respect they give you with every step you take and being praised by professors and faculty alike â even being invited to have dinner with the university president along your association!Â
But of course, itâs not all sunshine and rainbows because there are always downsides to the good â one of them being a ginormous thorn to your being.Â
RyĹmen Sukuna is a man youâve been dealing with for almost four years. Known for his intimidating cadence whenever he walks the halls, the brutality of his moves as heâs the famous trump card of the schoolâs jiu-jitsu club, and his cold and demeaning manner of speech when talking down to others he deems beneath him, he is regarded at the campusâ âdemon dog.â Someone that many can never believe is the older brother of the freshman track star sweetheart, Yuuji Itadori.
He is a person that many say is the complete opposite face when compared to you, a fact you have no choice but to agree with a twitching brow. Looking through all the disruptive students youâve dealt with, Sukuna would be crowned King for being the most colossal nuisance of your life. Whether it be reporting him to the campus police for picking fistfights with the juniors, smoking in smoke-free zones, adding more tattoos to his face and arms, or willingly trashing places because he thinks he can, no one has been more subject to give you more grey hairs. He just doesnât listen â he wonât listen!Â
And the worst part is that he enjoyed making your life a living hell. God, heâs such a fucking bastard, not wanting to deal with outside of your academic life.
âŚUntil you two see each other from across the living room where a huge party is held in one of the off-campus apartments, perplexed crimson eyes locked on with widened ones, too shocked to take a sip of your drink from your red solo cup. You immediately turned to the group before you, hoping the sea of kids and the bouncing bass could distort your image from his vision.Â
Too late; the salmon-haired senior couldnât hide the grin on his face as he slithers past people to get to where you are. Students move out of the way for him to move, the group you were hanging with gasps with wary stares, and Sukuna taps your bare shoulder.Â
âNever figured the student government president would be here,â his voice was chilling as always. Yet you remain a neutral face when facing him. âSomething tells me there isnât apple juice in that solo cup.â
The group you were hanging out with instantly excused themselves to somewhere else in the apartment, leaving you alone with Sukuna. You rolled your eyes, âWhat is it, RyĹmen?â You feel disgusted as his red eyes scan your figure, taking in the off-shoulder, long-sleeved bodycon dress you were wearing. True, you donât wear stuff like this all the time, but you canât expect this bastard to have any amount of decency or subtlety.Â
��Whatcha doinâ here, prez?â God, you hated him calling you that, knowing good and damn well what your name was â but, again, why would he bother; not respecting you enough to do something simple as that. âIsnât this kind of thing what youâre against for and all?â
âHmph, am I not allowed to have some fun at a party I was invited to?â You furrowed your brows and took an aggressive sip. âBesides, this is off-campus housing; the property owners are the ones whoâll have anyoneâs asses if stuff breaks or cause disruption against the codes.âÂ
âOh, so the uptight President is off duty this time? Hmm, ainât that something,â he leans against the wall beside you with crossed arms. Your gaze was averted to the crowd bumping and grinding rather than acknowledging the delinquent examining you. âI figured youâd be somewhere pulling your panties to some poor bastard.â
âWatch your tone when talking to me, RyĹmen,â you finally send him a glare through your peripherals. It humored him, a devilish chortle you could hear even through the loud bass. âLucky for you, Iâm only here to have a good time with some friends before heading home to assignments. So, do me a favor and donât start shit for me to take home and stress over.âÂ
He lifts a brow, âIs that so? Miss Prez came to let loose, huh.â You didnât like how he said that â nor how he moved to lean closer to you. His cologne disrupts your nostrils. âNever thought you had that side of you.â
âThere are many things you donât know about me, RyĹmen,â you swing your cup around with a scoff. âAnd Iâd prefer to keep it that way.â
And you thought youâd win this round as Sukuna doesnât say anything to you for a few seconds. However, the man goes through his pocket to pull out his phone to pull up something. And when he finds it, he flashes the screen to your direction. âYou mean things like these?â You turn to look at the device, and your eyes go wide with an agape mouth. What he was showing were photos â a whole lot â of you.Â
âYou know, Iâm sure it must be hard being president of the student body; thatâs why I donât envy you,â one photo shown is of you smoking in the Honors Lounge with a few of your student government associates, an action undoubtedly prohibited within the facilities. âSo, I canât blame you when you decide to settle down and let yourself go for a minute,â he swipes his finger to pictures of you drinking liquor with some other students who smoke blunts and have weed plastered on the coffee table. âHowever, you really outta be careful with what youâre doing, Y/n; you got people who look up to you and expect so much from you.â Another picture shows you at some dark nightclub with a guy friend, shoving middle fingers and sticking tongues out at the camera.Â
Your lips quiver with every swipe, and lips quiver, âWhâŚWhere did you get thoseâŚâ
âHmm? I canât share that information. Heh, plus, I like to keep tabs on those who can get on my nerves,â he stuffs the phones back into his dark jean pocket. âBut I canât lie; the more I look at those pictures and compare them to the little president that nags too damn much, I canât help but wonder what would happen if someone were to leak these out for the whole school to see. Which would drop quicker: your presidential scholarship and accolades or your reputation?â
âYou fucking assholeâŚ!â
You swiftly throw your cup at Sukuna, but the pink-haired man dodges easily and grabs your wrist â the poor guy behind him gets drenched with your drink. âHey!â The guy grabs Sukunaâs shoulder and is immediately met with the infamous death glare. ââŚMy fault, bro, donât worry about it. Iâll go dry off,â the student says while backtracking away from those fearsome eyes.Â
Youâre trembling with vexed shakes; the hand on your wrist holds you tight with no sign to let go unless necessary. Otherwise, you know heâll break it if you make one wrong move. ââŚWhat the hell do you want from me?â
Now Sukuna has you in the palm of his hand â his sinister grin growing as he leans closer to be inches away from your face. âMy apartment is on the top floor; you have ten minutes to get your ass up there,â you donât move a centimeter when he draws near your ear to whisper. âIâll show you how to really get loose, Miss President.â
The words felt like sharp daggers to your throat, âYouâŚdevil.â
He snickers into your ear, âPick your poison, and youâll see just how much of a devil I can be.â
And with that, Sukuna straightens himself up and heads out, his frame disappearing deep into the crowd till you canât see him anymore. Your heartbeat goes at a pace way too irregular to call ordinary, and your blood too cold as it has your skin suffer in shivers.Â
This was a nightmare â an absolute, horrifying nightmare. Thereâs no way the guy that you hate with your very guts just blackmailed you! This was not how this night was supposed to go; now your whole reputation â what youâve built with your own two hands â is being held in front of you and is dependent on going to this assholeâs apartment. Who the hell does he think he is!?
You didnât want to go. You wouldnât go! Especially under the premise of that fucker, playing with your life like some toy. Your thoughts were inner turmoil, challenging your morals and conscience on what to do. Your pride was trying to pull up a good fight, holding onto whatever dignity you have to validate not going up on the elevator and seeing Sukuna for what heâs about to do to you. Theyâre just pictures; people will think theyâre edited or question if theyâre valid!
However, the fact that you spent five minutes going back and forth with this suggests those were anything but pictures. He had ammunition to bring you down â to humble and look down on you â and have everyone do the same, no matter what you could say to justify yourself. So, swallowing your ego, you exit the party and walk the hallway down to the elevator. Every floor you ascended made you feel small, and when the doors opened for you to step out and you saw him leaning on his door waiting for you, your fate had been sealed.Â
The same smirk he had at the party was plastered on his face. You were no longer in control of the situation; you are now in his domain â and you should follow his commands to keep up.
âGahhh! Mmmph, Ryooo, stopâEeek! Yâre hitting so haâAhhh!â
âWhat? You thought I was going to be easy with you? After all those times youâve pestered me to no end? Hah, think again, prez.â
Being in the same space with Sukuna is something you never comprehended happening civilly in all your years of knowing him. Now, being laid on top of his knees as he sits on the edge of the bed is jarring in its own sentence. The skirt of your dress was pulled up, your ass and panties out for the cool air to caress. Not until Sukuna rips you off your underwear and starts giving your bare butt unforeseen strikes. The impact of his hand was so harsh that you gripped his jean-clad leg with a scream.Â
He goes about this for a solid five minutes, giving your asscheeks slaps â and your cries have him chuckle and do some more. And you canât squirm out of his hold, or else heâll dent the skin of your butt with his fingertips, piercing into the tense muscle to inflict pain like no other. God, it hurt so bad, every smack taking your breath away.Â
âLook at you,â he coos, rubbing his hand on the hot skin. The pain was so bad to the point of your eyes watering; simply hovering his Hand over you was enough to have you in shudders. âWhatever happened to the poised and resilient Y/n whoâd always dare threaten me for my behavior? This person on me, screaming like a whore, canât be the same Y/n.âÂ
You grit your teeth, turning over your shoulder to express your seething glare. âWho are you calling a whore, you fuckingâDeeeii! Ohhh!â Sukuna sneaks a forefinger inside your wet cunt, not bothering to warn you. âWaiâTahhh! Take it out, take it out rightâNoooh!!â
âOh, donât even think youâre in any position to tell me what to do, slut,â you bite your lip as he moves his finger into your vagina with such merciless vigor. âAnd with how youâre crying like a bitch, you sound pretty whore-ish to me.â
Oh, go fuck yourself! You could have told him that â but you didnât because he squeezes in his middle finger to insert inside your tight chasm, both digits now rummaging inside your vaginal walls and scraping them to the point of drooling babbles on your part. You couldnât think of anything, not when heâs still throwing smacks on your ass with his free hand. You canât even wipe the spit that comes down your lips because he distracts you with more jabs to your inner walls and pinches to the skin of your butt. Fuck, fuuuck!!
And it gets worse when you feel his thumb dance around your asshole. âNâNo, stop it, Sukuna! Thatâs dirty, donâtâMmnaahh!!â He slips it inside without care; the pain of his thumb forcing inside your puckered anus almost has you shut down.
âThatâs the point, prez,â he bites his lip with a pestilent snicker. âGonna make you so fucking dirty tonight, wanna ruin that perfect image of yours that you donât recognize yourself. He scratches your butt, resulting in you clamping onto his digits with a grip that feeds his ego. âMhmm, just like that, princess.â
How dare he play with your ass like a toy and have the nerve to call you that? Such a sick man; the hate you have for him boils your blood to no end. âAhhh, stoop, too fast, please, go sloâMmmph!?â
He shoves two fingers in your mouth to stifle your cries. âThatâll keep you from squealing, fucking pig.â And he continues to toy with your slit and anus, your whimpers muffled by his thick fingers.
âTake it all in, Y/n, every single fucking inch, ya hear?âŚMmmm, yeah, deep in your throat like that.âÂ
This. Is. The. Worst! Thereâs absolutely no way youâre sucking Sukunaâs cock right now; this is the very last thing youâd want to be doing! Heâs standing with his dark jeans and briefs on his thighs, his hand on the back of your head to make sure your mouth remains on his dick at all times. If you could, you wouldâve chewed the damn thing off and made a run for it.Â
But you came here for a reason, so you keep your disdain at bay and begrudgingly suck on Sukunaâs glans, having the salmon-haired man purr from above you. And it doesnât help that he holds his phone to take pictures of you and said add more to his collection. God, heâs so disgustingâŚ
âFhhh, fuck, that feels good,â he groans at you taking his girth. Your lips down to the hilt, burrowing his length deep into the warm, tight tunnel of your throat. âWho woulda thought the strict, by-the-book Y/n would take in dick so well?â You narrow your eyes at him as you bob your face up and down, earning a hearty chuckle from the pleased man. âThat face of yours, baby, so furious with me, huh.â
You try to pay him no mind, distracting yourself with the task at hand by licking one of his balls before sucking them. Your hands increase in speed when stroking him, having the man above unable to stop bucking his hips to your fist for more enviable friction.Â
âShit, yeah, yes,â he throws his head back in bliss, and you can tell heâs about finished while feeling his cock pulsate under your touch. âBring your face here.â
He does it for you â his hand on your head for a reason â and forces you close to his cock before he jerks himself for release. And his come exudes with a force, landing right on your face. You fight every fiber of your being to move away, accepting his essence to paint your cheeks, nose, and lips. It was unbelievable how disgracious he was, just plain selfish and unapologetically nasty.Â
You hear the phone snap, throwing another scowl at the pink-haired responsible. âLookinâ like a real cumslut for me, prez.â
And the worst part of all finally comes around â the thing you dreaded once you stepped out of that party and into that elevator.
ââFffaaahh! Hooohshiiit! This is crazyâEeeee!â
âFuckinâ shit, youâre tight as hell, womanâŚKhhhâŚ! Tryinâ to milk me dry, huh, Y/nâŚâ
Sukuna lies beneath you with his legs bent away, his arms wrapped underneath your legs, and pushing them to your chest from behind. His cock is entombed inside your leaking slit as he thrusts up to you with every second, and the sound of your ass smacking onto his thighs fills the space.
He has his hands behind your neck, demanding you to look at the union of your sexes, and your face couldnât get any hotter than watching the obscenity. Heâs been fucking you for more than ten minutes now, his cum inside you from the last round stains a white âoâ around the base of him, and the sticky substance so vulgar to look at it stretching with his push and pull motions. And the squelching â the goddamn squelching! â it only furthered the fog clouding your mind.
There was no point concealing your wails; your lips were forced open with every jab from Sukuna. Jesus, he was so fucking big â your poor cunt stretched to accommodate his intrusion. You clamp onto him more when he pulls, the barbell piercing his frenulum and scraping your walls from the descent and grazing your G-spot.
âFuck, fuuuck, hssshâŚ!â It was hard to concentrate on anything outside of this, and you couldnât tell if you were speaking adequately or prattling like some sex-crazed fool. You sigh with rolled eyes when he sends sporadic ruts out of nowhere, clenching onto his shaft with a tug.Â
It has Sukuna groan hotly, his breath steaming your skin. âHoly fuck, you really love gripping my cock, donât you, princess?â
âIâI canât help it! You keep ân hitâHaishhh!â Your eyes meet the ceiling at the jab of your A-spot, the pressure making you feel full. âYouâhicââŚYoâre the one mâking me like thisssâŚâ
âIs that right?â He takes slow thrusts to draw out your pleasure; your broken howls were music to his ears. âSounds like the to be enjoying yourself.â You hurriedly shake your head no, and he throws a bitter pound to your hypersensitive chasm. âBrat, why the hell else are you milking me like this for, then?âÂ
âBecauseee, it feelsâŚ.Mmmm,â No, you canât say that. Donât tell him what he wants to hear.
âHmm? Feels what?â You can hear the smirk on his lips. You donât say anything except muffled hums, so he probes you, âYou want me to send out those pictures, huh? Show just how much of a terrible president you are, how you love to go dumb on my dick?â
Of course not! âDoâDonât you dareâŚ!â
âThen answer the question: how does it feel, hmm? Tell me, how do you feel being fucked by the guy you hate so much?â
Oh, damn you, RyĹmen Sukuna! It was now you shed a tear, your hands grabbing for his forearms for purchase.Â
ââFucking âell, it feels good,â you said it, your last bit of dignity finally thrown for the man to shred apart. âFeels âoo good, you make me feelâGeheehhâŚso damn goodâŚ!â
Oh, that was more than enough for him. Sukunaâs sneer becomes broader, and his chuckles are felt from your back. âWhat a dirty bitch for me, princessâŚâ
His hips go back to an unsteady fashion, propelling his dick to his base, and the brushes of his piercing massage your walls too precisely. It doesnât take long for your orgasm to come crashing down on you with a scream, the walls of your cunt contracting around Sukuna for the third time that night. Your nails dig into his arms, and drool leaves your pretty agape mouth as he allows you to ride out your climax.
Sukuna whistles at the sensation of you fluttering on his girth. âPhew, damn, that was a good fuck. You know how to keep up with me, woman; youâd make a great pet.â
You were sick of him, gulping to wet your dry throat. âDeleteâŚthe fuckingâŚpictures.â Your empty threat only has him click his tongue with a scoff.
âNot so fast there, prez; the fun was just getting good.â Your heart sinks to the soles of your feet. âSo, be a good brat and know your place is under me tonight.
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Disenchanted 3: Public Indecency
Male Reader x Karina
Tags: 3k, blackmail, cheating, creampie
The story is not ours, we alternate the original story to match our desired settings.
Ever since the day at the carnival I sensed a change in Karina. It was almost as if her last few emotional links to Jaewook had finally fractured and torn. The consequence to this was our relationship, if you could call it that became stronger.
Karina was less concerned about being married, her go to line anytime we were about to part take in anything remotely physical. It got to the point that she removed her wedding ring every time we indulged ourselves in satisfying our desires for one another. Jaewook on the other hand began falling deeper and deeper into a downward spiral, we met at least once a week to talk through his issues with Karina. Every time his solutions for fixing his marriage became more and more desperate.
âI donât know how long we can go on like this.â Jaewook said, as we sat at a random bar off the side of the highway.
âIt feels like our marriage has turned into a set of a show, like itâs all smiles and waves for the public, but in private, we go our separate ways.â Jaewook followed up.
I sat back, knocking down a shot of whisky, placing my hands on his shoulders.
âGive her more time, it must be tough for both of you.â I replied.
Jaewook shrugged his shoulders, a solitary tear falling down his cheeks.
âWe havenât had sex in weeks, her answers are cold, I dunno how I can fix this...what do I do?â He asked, eyes pleading for an answer.
Hearing this, jabbed sharply at my conscience as it was only a few hours ago that Karina and I had fucked in her car after she dropped the kids off to school. I still had her peach-colored lipstick marks smeared along the length of my cock after sucked me to completion, taking my pent up load down her married throat. It was becoming her thing, swallowing was once a taboo, a no no, but ever since we got together, having me finish in her mouth had always hit the right spot. It gave me a sense of pride, knowing she only swallowed me, only my load satiated her hunger. Jaewook and I polished off another few rounds before I called him a cab to take him home. The situation was getting untenable in the Lee household, only pushing Karina further into my arms, it was the perfect situation form me yet little did I know, things were going to get much more complicated.
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âHey, so I had a chat with corporate, and they have green us the green light to roll some sample products out at the local businesses.â Nayoung said, handing me the paperwork granting us more budget for the final push marketing our new lines.
âHmmm that is a great news...I was thinking, maybe we could do something along the lines of nature, maybe draw upon the ecological and environmentally friendly products we have.â I replied.
âI will run it past the team and get back to you.â Nayoung said with a smile before we heard a knock at the door.
It was Karina, her hair wrapped neatly in a bun, wearing a striking pink number, accentuating her flawless toned legs.
âMorning team.â She said smiling.
âJust spoke to Yeonjun outside, good work on securing more funds for our new lines. I was thinking perhaps, marketing some at the local aquarium, drawing upon our environmental packaging and natural ingredients. They have a save the ocean exhibit on at the moment.â Karina said.
Nayoung looked at me with a smile.
âLooks like you have got your answer Boss.â Nayoung said.
Karina looked at me a little perplexed.
âI was just saying we should link our products up with our local businesses, hammering down on our eco-friendly appeal.â I said smiling.
âGreat minds.â Replied Karina, laughing.
âGreat...team day it is.â I said.
âGather the troops, maybe we can all go down there, perhaps get some contacts, throw some ideas around.â I replied.
âYou free Karina? You can be our secret weapon in getting them to potentially work with us.â I said.
âAre you planning in using me to further your professional career.â She replied smirking.
âYou hit the nail right on the head.â I replied, grabbing my coat and walking towards her.
Nayoung was outside with Sohye and Yeonjun getting ready to go. I took the opportunity to peck Karina on the lips quickly, getting another hit of her womanly scent.
âMinho! People...â She startled.
âMight see...â I finished, kissing her again causing Karina to break out in a smile.
âCmon, letâs go.â I said, opening the door and leading us out.
The local aquarium was only ten minutes away. The entire walk, Sohye and Nayoung updated Karina on various ideas they had on ways to spread our new lines on social media. I caught Yeonjun checking Karina out on a number of occasions, his eyes flickering towards her long slender legs as we reached our destination. I couldnât blame him she was a very attractive woman. Nevertheless, I felt myself grow ever more protective over her, as I slowly began to realize, what we had was more than just the physical, I was actually falling for her completely.
My musings of how deep my relationship with Karina was, were quickly interrupted by the murmuring of the public around us. She had been recognized and approached by a number of fans asking for her autograph and picture. Karina dealt with it like a pro, smiling and stopping for photos while I flagged the manager. We spoke for a few moments regarding our impromptu visit and plans we had. The brief chat actually going better than I expected as he invited Karina and I to discuss our ideas in more detail. Flagging down Nayoung, I gave her the company card and told her to take the team out for lunch while Karina and I talked to the manager of the aquarium for a bit longer. He seemed, not surprisingly infatuated with Karinaâs beauty, nodding and agreeing with everything she said. It took around fifteen minutes flat to organize a small event in the early part of next week to coincide with the finale of their save the Oceans exhibit.
âAnd that is why I brought you...â I said, whispering in Karinaâs ear.
She smiled, slapping me on the arm as we finished up the meeting.
âDo you guys want me to show you around, we have special piece we are doing on Sea Turtles at the moment, not available for the public yet.â The manager asked hopefully.
Karina paused, looking at me.
âSure.â I said, seeing Karina glare her eyes at me.
âWas this not meant to be a team day?â Karina said, whispering in my ear.
âNayoung can look after them, besides, I told them to go around and get some lunch, we can all meet up after.â I replied, as we followed the manager around to the back of the complex.
The rumble of the public gradually dissipated to a low murmur as we made our way into a large open space, surrounded my glass screens, behind which was an endless volume of blue. Giant sea turtles floated gently by, as if waving to us as they circled upwards to the surface flanked by numerous colorful fish zipping effortlessly in and out of the artificial coral reefs.
âThis is it!â The manager said proudly.
His eyes still glued to Karina as she stared at the beautiful creatures swimming in the deep.
âSo when is this exhibit open?â Karina asked in wonder.
âAbout two weeks, you guys are the first to see it.â He said smiling.
I could see his eyes travel the length of her body the moment she turned around before his visual perversions were disrupted by a loud bang. It came from the main area down the hallway, with some load shouts. It sounded like there was a bit of a scuffle going down from the sounds of the screaming.
âShit...what now?â The manager said, in frustration.
âGuys...have a look around and come back the way we came...my team will be in contact with you later this week to tidy up the details.â He said.
âIt was nice to meet you...both of you.â He followed up, his face showing disappointment at having to leave the company of the once famous Idol.
We watched him leave before sighing in relief.
âHe had such the hots for you Karina!â I said chuckling.
âI could feel his eyes on me every time I turned around...it felt- ughh a little creepy.â She said with a frown.
âWhy...does it make you jealous when other guys check me out?â Karina asked closing the gap, gently smiling.
âA little...â I replied, kissing her lips.
âThat is kinda cute.â She said kissing me back.
âI know right, itâs a problem the jealousy that is, it causes this really bad pent up tension you know.â I replied sarcastically.
âOh...really.â She said raising her eyebrows.
âDonât- donât even say it mister.â Karina said, placing her fingers on my lips.
I looked at her suggestively, wrapping my hands around her waist as I eased her gently onto the glass of the aquarium.
âMinho...seriously...people...might...uhm...see...ughh...us.â She replied, her voice fading into light moans as my hands caressed her tight body.
âLetâs not pretend you donât secretly like it...â I replied, kissing her down her body as my hands drifted up her dress.
âI do...ughh but- ohh god...that feels- good.â She replied, her pussy creaming in my palm.
âJust a quick...pump and dump.â I said with a smirk.
âA what...? who do you think you are talking to?â Karina said going bright red.
I kissed her full lips, biting down on her lower lip as I continued feeling her up under her dress.
âShit...seriously- we...ughhh...might...unhh...get...caught...â Karina moaned.
My hand continuing to squeeze and massage her rapidly dampening pussy, causing her to adjust her stance to allow me better access to her burning sex.
âMaybe- ughhâŚmaybe- a quick...pump.â She whispered breathlessly smacking my arm smirking, as she eased her legs open for me, the pleasure emanating from her slit causing a long groan to leave her lips.
Her purring was getting louder as I pierced her wet folds with my fingers, stroking her deep inside her womanly cavern. She ran her fingers through my hair, gripping my head tightly as I slung one of her legs over my shoulders, pushing her standing leg onto her tip toes. My tongue buried into the far reach depths of her married cunt as she flexed her walls around my face, creaming profusely over my mouth.
âMinho- quickâŚI need youâŚinside me...â Karina moaned impatiently, her need to be filled spilling out at the surface, rocking her head back and shutting her eyes.
I gave her folds one long lick, the drool from her pussy now forming thick strands on my lips as I hoovered up her sex for the final time.
âI thought...you were afraid of getting caught?â I said, raising my eyebrows as I slipped my drenched fingers from her glistening slit.
âUghhh- fuck...I stillâŚam, ohhâŚi canât believe Iâm letting you do this to me...â Karina replied, her eyes now filling with lust.
âDo you want me to stop?â I asked, petting her throbbing clit with my lips.
âDonât you dare!â Karina, replied gritting her teeth and pulling me up to my feet.
âYou want it?â I asked, taking her slippery tongue into my mouth and sucking down hard.
I could feel the vibrations of Karina groaning into my mouth, spreading her legs for me as I hiked up her dress.
âI love it...â She replied, kissing me back and wrapping her left leg around my waist.
Her hands were searching down my torso, fumbling for my zipper as we kissed deeply, our tongues clashing, exchanging spit as she finally set me free. My cock springing out from my trousers, the top of my shaft rubbing tantalizingly along the bottom of her sex. I could feel the warmth of her slit through her now soaked underwear, a mixture of her sensual cream and my spit coating my length as I rubbed up against her.
âPut it in...â Karina whispered, rolling her head into my hands as I supported her upper back in my right arm.
It was a moment of raw passion as we locked eyes, her mouth agape as I thrust my hips forward, piercing her wet folds with my cock. There was no time to take her underwear off I just wanted to be in her, as deep and as hard as I could, fucking my length up to the hilt till I bottomed out inside her precious pussy. Karina was slick, her hands clawing at my back as we found our rhythm, each pump of my dick bringing her further off the ground as her standing leg struggled to reach the floor.
âKarina...you feel so fucking good...â I moaned into her hear.
âUghhh- keep going...just...like- that.â She replied, eyes shut tight as I nailed her against the glass.
All you could hear each time I penetrated her married cunt were the slaps of our flesh and a deep thud of her rear slamming hard against the aquarium wall. The coolness of the glass rubbing on her back side as I continuously stuffed her with my meat, stretching her tight pussy with my girth as my tip smashed up on her cervix, deep within her womb.
Karina scratched at my back, her breath now ragged as she was losing control, I could feel the walls of her cunt gradually intensify its grip on my straining cock as I pierced her slick folds. The cream from her cunt now dripping down my thighs as I fucked her full of my cock in the dimly lit aquarium.
âFuckk...deeper- fuck...me...deeper...â Karina whispered hurriedly in my ear.
She was close, her body was tensing as I cradled both arms around her upper back, protecting the back of her head from what was about to happen.
âYou want it deep baby?â I asked, my eyes burning with desire.
She nodded, biting her lip as her orgasm began to build.
âHold on...â I said, kissing her deeply one more time as the brunette braced her core.
Karina knew what was coming, opening her thighs wider for me to allow for my deeper strokes. Gripping the back of her head I mercilessly pumped my dick deep inside her cunt, assaulting her married pussy with my invading cock as I stuffed her wanting womb with my meat.
âughh...anhh...fuckk...â Karina screamed, her wails reverberating off the glass as I pummeled her cunt for all I was worth.
âKarina...I canât hold on much...much longer...â I said, my breath now haggard as I continued to pump her.
âFuck...unghh- inside...cumâŚinside me.â Karina moaned, now finding it hard to catch her breath as I began to creampied her inside.
It was like breaking a dam, as a river of warm sticky spunk flowed from my tip, seeding Karinaâs married pussy. Spurt after spurt coated her pink womb as her cunt walls sucked on my shaft like a hoover, her thighs shaking as we climaxed simultaneously. Holding me close in her grasp, she swayed her hips forward, fucking more of my spasming cock into her tight cavern, milking my meat to completion as I pumped her full of my pent up sperm. Our sweaty bodies slowed in tempo, my twitching dick still buried inside her as I lowered her legs back onto the floor, my warm sperm leaking from her slit and trickling down her toned thighs as we kissed deeply, my hips thrusting one last time to make sure she took all my load inside her womb.
In the thralls of passion, I thought I spotted another personâs reflection in the glass, turning around in a shock but to no avail.
âWhat...whatâs the matter?â Karina asked breathlessly.
She continued to rock her hips, not letting me disengage as the she reveled in the feeling of my seed swimming around inside her.
âNothing...thought I saw something thatâs all.â I replied, still gathering my thoughts.
âI feel so full...you came a lotâ she said smirking as I slipped my member from her depths.
A stream of my cum came pouring out, mixed with her womanly grool and cream. The milky substance leaving a trail of destruction down her legs as the rest splashed on the concrete floor.
âYou are so bad...â She smiled seductively, hitting my arm.
She was right, we were a very risky pair indeed, seeking out dangerous situations to satisfy our darkest desires.
âHey, are you guys still here?â The managerâs voice called out from behind us.
Startled, I quickly buttoned my cock back into my trousers, handing Karina a tissue to wipe up the mess I made down her inner legs. Slightly red faced I turned around waving to him as I approached.
âLovely turtles.â I said, motioning to the deep blue.
Karina joining me by my side, like nothing happened smiled and thanked the man for showing us around. It seemed to work as he flushed red showing us back to the entrance. She still had a smudge of my spunk on her inner leg which she quickly dispatched before the manager noticed, taking it between her pink lips and swallowing it down discretely.
âYour friends have been waiting a while, they are just outside.â He said pointing to the door.
We shook hands once more and departed, meeting the team outside.
âWhere were you guys?â Nayoung asked.
âEh the manager was a bit of a fan, he insisted in showing us around the new exhibit, we figured it was the least we could do for allowing us to market some of our products here.â Karina replied smiling.
Nayoung smiled giving me a small post it.
âHajoon our director was here, he left with Yeonjun and went back to the office, he says he wants to discuss something with you guys.â Nayoung said slightly concerned.
âIs everything ok?â She asked.
âI assume its to update him on our progress, but why did Yeonjun go?â I asked.
âDunno Boss, they were talking about a proposal of some sort.â Nayoung said shrugging her shoulders.
Karina looked at me slightly confused as we made our way back to work. Back inside, Karina went ahead to Hajoonâs office while I fixed my sweaty appearance, washing my face with cold water to gather my thoughts. When I knocked on the directorâs door and entered, Karina was already sitting down, her expression looked worried for some reason.
âPlease, sit Minho.â Hajoon said, pointing at the chair next to Karina.
Yeonjun was sitting on the side his face slightly piqued at my entrance, taking a seat on the cool leather chair.
Hajoon sighed, pushing out a phone on the table.
âIt has come to my attention, that a senior manager and an important member of the board have been...partaking in less than professional activities.â He said.
I gulped hard, sweat now forming on my brow as he continued to speak ushering Yeonjun over to us. Yeonjun air played the phone to the tv monitor on the wall, pressing play. It was hard to make out at first, but when the video came into focus there was no denying what we were watching. It was Karina and I, fucking in the aquarium, you could clearly see her face resting on my shoulder, moaning into my neck as I was thrusting my cock deep inside her.
Hajoonâs face was oddly stoic, like we were in a business deal as he wrapped his fingers.
âYou both know what this means, if this was to get out.â He said.
âThat sounds like a threat...â I replied, my anger building as I turned my attention to Yeonjun.
âSeriously, leverage?â I said to Yeonjun, who remained looking at the floor.
âDonât blame him, he was in the right to come to me.â Hajoon said.
Karina was sitting quietly next to me, her hands pressed together as we both listened to how our fates would unravel.
âSo, what now?â I asked curtly.
âI can make this go away, delete this video and we can all go about our lives.â Hajoon replied, his voice taking on a sinister tone.
âWhatâs the catch...?â I asked.
âThe catch is⌠a night with me.â Karina replied, her face flushed in embarrassment.
âWhat? No, absolutely not.â I replied.
Hajoon smiled, silently surveying us both, he had us dead to rights as he wrote something on a piece of paper.
âAs you both may know, I am stepping down soon, the rumors are true.â Hajoon said.
âNow, I like you, I really do Karina, you are hardworking and great for the company... you are also very beautiful.â He followed up.
âI was actually going to offer this in exchange for...your body, but Yeonjun with his evidence had made it too good not to accelerate.â Hajoon said calmly.
âWhen I retire, I will transfer my shares to you Karina, giving you 30% of the company...in return for a night with you.â He said.
âAs part of this deal, Yeonjun will also want a night with you, in return, he will delete the video once we finish⌠our transaction.â Hajoon said coldly.
I nearly punched both of them right there, before Karina grasped my hand.
âDonât...â She said exasperated.
âIâll do it... Iâll do it as long as you are there with me.â She said, a tear tricking down her face.
There was a deft silence in the room, I had no idea how to react to that before Hajoon spoke up.
âSee, an amicable solution.â Hajoon said.
âAfter this Yeonjun, I am firing your ass.â I said, my voice laced in venom.
He shrugged his shoulders smirking.
âItâs totally worth it.â He said, pointing at the television as Karina and I fucked on screen.
âSee you both soon...â Hajoon said, showing us the door, a wry smile spread on his wrinkly old face...
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đđđđđđđ! đđđđ'đŹ! đđđđđđđđđđđđ reacts to...cheater! reader
Request made by Anon:
Hi! I just read your post about yan 1950 house husband, it's amazing. Can you write his reaction if reader cheated on him? If you don't feel comfortable with this ask, feel free to ignore this. Remember to take care of yourself and have a nice day.
Hello to you too, dear Anon,
First of all, I must apologize but your request suddenly disappeared from my inbox! Thankfully, I have the content of your request saved in my google docs so I pasted it above.Â
Putting that aside, although this topic is sensitive to some, I am fine with writing about that.Â
I appreciate your words. It's very nice of you to think about little ol' me. I wish you a nice day too (even if it's not a daytime)!
Thank you and I hope to hear from you soon!
PAIRING: đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ x [CHEATER!] reader (gender not specified/mentioned/implied), your lovers genger isn't specified/mentioned/implied either. Don't be swayed by the curses used to describe them; Tw. cheating/indifelity from the reader, cursing, description of a m*urder, delusion (delulu is the solulu), emotional manipulation, gaslightning; A/N: As a person, I do not support this kind of behavior. This is only a piece of fiction, serving for entertaining purposes only.
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Denial. Denial. Denial. At first đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ doesnât believe it. No, he refuses to do so. Youâre the most faithful and perfect partner known to the human kind. Right then, he's desperately holding on to that image. But unfortunately, evidence says otherwise. A simple photo, sent to him by your lover, secretly taken by some photographer is clearly showing you and (that whore) your lover, in some hotel room, in an intimate position. It is clear that day that you have an affair.Â
âBut what if my darling was forced to do this?â
That question sends him into a spiral of delusion, rage and sorrow. As a defence mechanism, đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ made up a story where suddenly you were a victim in this whole situation. It was definitely your lover who has forced themselves on you. Probably blackmailed or worse, drugged you to have a taste of sweet love and burning passion you share while making love with him.Â
âMy poor darlingâŚâ đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ wailed, clenching his chest like someone was physically ripping away his still beating heart from it. Fat tears ran down his rosy cheeks, smudging his mascara and turning him into a crying mess. âIâll avenge you, my darling. I wonât forgive what was done to you!â
He doesnât even blink when he sends your lover into the pits of hell. Thereâs no hesitation when đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ plans this hideous crime, making sure every detail is taken care of. And so, it begins small, like creating false and disgusting rumors about your lover. Day by day, he patiently destroys your lover's life. Until the day when đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ poisons them through his signature pie and then proceeds to repeatedly stab your lover until no one is able to recognize them in the first place.Â
"YOU WENCH!" đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ roared at the person who happened to be your lover. "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?!" With every word he dove the sharp, kitchen knife deeper and harder into his victim's chest. "DIE!!" đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ yelled for the final time and knife one last time, straight in this whore heart. He was left alone in the empty and messy kitchen, covered in blood, panting and trying to catch his breath.Â
In the end, đđđ§đđđŤđ! đđđđâđŹ! đđ¨đŽđŹđđĄđŽđŹđđđ§đ begins to gaslight you. Once again, with the patience of a saint, he began to manipulate you to believe that it was in fact your lover who was using you all this time. You were forced into this vile affair and you are a victim.Â
âMy innocent darling, you mustn't think about it (them) anymore. I will make everything perfect once again.â
But isnât it weird how he started wearing clothes that are scarily similar to those worn by your lover? SniffâŚsniffâŚand those perfumesâŚ
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The Fall of the Undefeated One
Summary: Your boss is the epitome of a workplace bully, pressuring everyone to work overtime even through sick days and family emergencies. Most infuriatingly, though, no one has ever dared to go against him - until now, that is.
AKA blackmailed boss!sub!Yunho x sadistic!dom!f!reader
Word count: 5 505
Warnings: While I made it obvious multiple times that this is all roleplay, I still want to give a huge warning for !!!!!CNC!!!!!, blackmailing, forced feminization, pegging, taking photos during sex, crying, begging and just resisting in general (though Yunho is just pretending obv), blowjobs (f rec), Yunho gets slapped once, checking in on each other mid-scene, some pretty dark dialogue (esp at the end)
A/N: This fic is the fifth part of my sub!Yunho Kinktober 2024! The event's masterlist can be found here.
"So you're absolutely, totally, one hundred percent sure you want to do this?"
"I've only told you like fifty times but yes, I am definitely, completely, one thousand percent sure."
"And you'll tell me if you want to stop?"
"Just like you'll tell me if you want to stop."
"Alright, then. See you next Friday, 'boss'."
You were sitting in your office, checking various reports and scheduling meetings for next week as usual. As Mr. Jeong's secretary, you had your own office instead of sharing a cubicle with other employees. It didn't stop you from chatting with them during lunch break, however, which led you to some very interesting information.
Contrary to your initial belief, it wasn't just you who your boss decided to be extra stern towards. As you quickly realized, the entire department was permanently overworked and underpaid, all thanks to the one man at the top. And the most infuriating thing about it all? No one dared to stand up against him. Even if they were living off 3 hours of sleep every day, even if they were denied holiday to visit their families in a dire situation, everyone just hung their heads low and obliged. The company had an incredible reputation, after all, and nobody wanted to lose a chance to write it down in their resume during their next hunt for a job. And even if someone did decide to stand up for themselves, all it took was the smallest, vaguest threat from Mr. Jeong about how other hiring companies would hear about this behavior and all protests would immediately cease.
There was nothing you could do about it, either. All you could do was just watch on as the bullying went on, shaking your head in quiet disappointment.
Until you'd also been wronged by your boss.
"What do you mean, 'paid overtime'?" Mr. Jeong mocked you right to your face. "What you call overtime, I call the bare minimum, sweetheart. I don't care if your mother is sick or your rent is past due, you only get paid for the work you've done, no charity. If you think this is too much for you, feel free to leave anytime. Don't expect to be hired anywhere else, though, every reputable company around here would love to hear my opinion on your performance before hiring you."
You were stunned, rage quietly boiling within at the audacity of the asshole in front of you. Every day for the past month and a half, because of his impossible demands, you'd been working two to four hours extra just to meet each deadline. You barely had time to sleep, let alone actually live your own life and talk to friends and family, and this is how he decided to treat you?
"Glad we settled that, then. Now go make yourself useful and bring me those copies from yesterday's meeting, will you?"
That day, you decided that your boss, Mr. Jeong Yunho himself, would pay dearly; both for what he'd done to you and to the other workers.
For the next three weeks, you dug through every file and article you could find in the office and online, desperately searching for anything big you could use against him. And, by some miracle, you found one. A real big one, in fact.
This was it. You had him in the palm of your hand, even if he didn't know it yet.
A knock came at your door, making you look up from the report you were currently working on.
"I expect to hear a very good reason for coming here right this instant, Miss L/N," was the first thing he said as he walked into the room, visibly angered. God forbid he had to approach someone for once instead of everyone crawling to him.
"Oh, don't worry Mr. Jeong, I'm sure you'll find what I'm about to tell you very interesting," you smirked as you spoke, gesturing for him to sit down on the small couch near your desk.
"Get to it then, darling, I really don't have time for this," Mr. Jeong commanded, yet again slipping a condescending pet name in to try and throw you off. Typical.
It wasn't you who was surprised, however, when you suddenly stood up, walked over to the door, and locked it. "Be patient, Jeong. If you don't want to fuck up any more than you already have, I suggest you behave yourself."
His mouth hung open, fully taken aback by this new attitude of yours. Perhaps you had a death wish, speaking to him like that, or maybe, you had just gone completely insane. Either way, he was excited to show you why you should never, ever, do that again.
But before he could say anything, you were already back at your desk, turning your laptop to face him.
"As your hard-working and thorough secretary, I've gone back on some reports and files from this year, and you'll never believe what I found!" You said with fake excitement, eyes shining. "If you look really closely, you can see each worker's salary, and then here is the amount of money they should have actually been given each month according to the government-mandated minimum wage. Care to explain why those numbers are vastly different and why none of us were notified about a raise in salary, Mr. Jeong?"
Yunho's eyes widened as he scanned the document, recognizing the spreadsheet he'd secretly made for himself to keep track of all the cuts he'd been taking from everyone's salaries. He could have sworn he'd kept the file fully private, likely even password-protected, yet, somehow, you'd managed to get your hands on it.
"Why are you- how did you get that?!" He finally said, trying to suppress the sudden anxiety churning his stomach. "Those are private files and you have no right to be looking through them! Go pack your things immediately, because you are fired - and I'm being very merciful with that decision."
"Oh, if only it was that simple, Jeong," you replied cunningly. "You can fire me all you want, but once these files go public, your reputation, company, and maybe even life will be over, I'm afraid. And we wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Yunho gritted his teeth, looking down as he considered his options.
"...Alright. What do you want me to do?"
Despite your best efforts, you barked out a laugh at his question, too amused by the cold facade he was still fighting so hard to keep. "There we go, finally on the right path! You're not the one making demands here, Jeong, I am. If you want to preserve everything you've managed to build so far, you better start listening to me and me only."
Yunho let out a deep, frustrated sigh, refusing to admit you were right. If any of this information were to get out into the public, his entire professional life would be over in an instant. Just as you'd said, he was completely at your mercy right now.
"Well, what do you want then? Money? A promotion? A transfer to a different company? What?"
"Strip."
...
Yunho's entire world paused the second you'd said it, freezing him in place. He had to have heard you wrong, right? There was simply no way you could have said something like that to someone like him.
"W-what?"
You let out a sigh yourself, frustrated with how uncooperative your superior was being. This was the guy demanding Herculean tasks from his subordinates on a daily basis?
"I said strip, Jeong."
His breath hitched at your angry tone, chest tightening to an almost painful degree.
"Y-you can't be serious, there's no way that-"
"What part of 'I can ruin your entire career in seconds' did you not understand?" You spat, sending a shiver down Yunho's spine. "The company or your pride, your choice."
A heavy silence hung in the air for an uncomfortably long time, turning Yunho's cheeks a deep red. He didn't know what was worse - the fact he was actually considering doing it or the fact that you knew he was considering it, judging by his lack of a response.
"...How much?"
You looked at him in confusion, swinging one leg over the other before leaning closer to his nervous form. He was clearly nervous, playing with his fingers, one leg bouncing up and down.
"'How much' what?" You finally asked back.
"How much do I have to take off?"
You snorted at the question, making him look up into your eyes. "What do you think, Jeong? Just stand up and start undressing; I'll tell you when to stop."
Yunho gulped at your words, eyes shaking. Never in your years of dating had he seen such a cold, sadistic expression on your face. Somehow, it was both incredibly intimidating and extremely arousing.
Trying his best to ignore his trembling hands, he stood up on two weak legs and reached for his suit jacket. A whimper threatened to spill past his lips as he finally undid the first button, feeling like he could just break down and cry right now from the overwhelming humiliation.
"Oh my god," you marveled, leaning back to enjoy the show, "you're actually doing it! And here I was worried I'd have to threaten you with something even bigger, yet all it took was a few words and you're already doing whatever I say."
"You know very well it's not just a 'few words'!" Yunho hissed indignantly. "If my entire future didn't depend on this, I would never-"
"Shut the fuck up and do as you're told before I get angry, Jeong," you growled back, making him immediately back down again. His hands were visibly shaking now, eliciting a few quiet curses from him as he struggled with the remaining button.
At last, he was able to get the garment off, looking at you to see if he could stop now. But your expression remained stoic, leaving him with no other choice.
Tears of humiliation stung in his eyes as he began working on his shirt but he bit them back, absolutely refusing to cry in front of you. Soon, the shirt joined his discarded suit jacket on the floor.
"Wow," you said appreciatively, unabashedly ogling his chest. "Who would have thought the office asshole had such nice tits. This is even more fun than I had imagined."
It took every ounce of willpower in him not to react to your comment, desperately wanting to but knowing it would just make everything so much worse.
"What are you waiting for?" You asked impatiently. "I didn't say you could stop yet, did I?"
"Miss L/N, you can't possibly be serious-"
"What would your family think if they found out how you treat your employees? Your father is a reputable business owner himself, isn't he?"
"I- well, yes, but- fuck," Yunho muttered to himself, trying not to let the growing despair take over. His pristinely ironed pants pooled around his feet before he stepped out of them and gave you one more hopeful look. When he was met with nothing, he sighed, taking off his socks as well before looking up again. Surely, this had to be enough, right? Right?
Silence.
Yunho's hands shook at the realization of what the silence implied, unable to bring himself to remove the last piece of clothing he still had on. Your gaze on him was unwavering, watching his every move and expression like a hawk ready to swoop in.
Which is why you also noticed the signs of genuine anxiety in him very quickly.
"What's your color, Jeong?" You asked as neutrally as you could, not wanting to fully break the scene but still wanting to check in on him.
"Green, it's green, I just-" Yunho took a deep, shaky breath, balling his fists by his sides, "I just can't get my hands to listen to me, I'm sorry."
"Listen, Jeong," you began, standing up to approach your shaking lover. "I'm going to be very generous right now and take it off for you, okay? But you can't expect me to help you with everything you're the one in trouble. Understood?"
Yunho gave you a quick, thankful nod, lips pressed into a thin line as he watched your fingers slip under the waistband of his underwear. Then, in one swift motion, you tugged the garment down, leaving him completely bare in front of you.
"There you go," you whispered softly, stepping back to admire the view. Yunho's hands did their best to cover himself but it was not exactly effective, considering your amused face. "What? Feeling shy? Don't worry, sweetheart, I have just the clothes for you."
Yunho was confused by the sudden, surprisingly nice gesture until he saw the clothes in question.
"Go on," you encouraged, shoving the clothes into his arms, "make yourself pretty."
A tear rolled down his eye as he looked at the mix of pink and white, but he quickly turned away and wiped it off, still trying to keep some semblance of dignity.
"Now, Jeong," you began, back in your office chair, one leg crossed over the other, "I'm going to give you a choice. I'm afraid you have no say in what's going to happen next, but you can decide how it will go. Do you want it the easy way, or the hard way, hm?"
Yunho meekly sat on the couch, keeping his hands in his lap to prevent the pink skirt from riding up even higher than it already had. The white thigh highs on his legs didn't do much to keep him warm, sending small shivers up his spine.
"The easy way, please."
"Good boy," you praised him, though there was no actual warmth to your words. "Close your eyes and don't open them until I say so."
Yunho complied, feeling like this was one of the simpler tasks you could have given him, yet it also gave him no clue as to what to expect. He didn't dare think about what might happen, fearing you were going to subvert his expectations anyway.
And subvert them you did.
"Open, Jeong."
Yunho's mouth hung agape as he looked at your hips, fully bare save for the leather harness secured around them. What stood out even more to him, though, and quite literally at that, was the silicone cock fastened to said harness.
"Come over here and get on your knees, if you'd be so kind."
Yunho was yet again frozen solid, unable to process what he was seeing. "I-I'm sorry, but have you gone absolutely insane?"
You chuckled at his incredulous tone, taking a step toward him. "Oh? I thought you just said you wanted to do this the easy way, what's with the attitude?"
"I don't know if you forgot who the fuck I am, L/N," Yunho gritted through his teeth, leaning forward to try and match your tone, "but you better snap out of this power trip right now or-"
"Or what?!" You finally snapped, startling the man back into his seat. "What are you going to do, Jeong? Lose your entire career because you were too proud to be under someone for once? Is that what matters to you the most?"
Yunho panted as he looked at you with nothing but disdain.
Letting out a sigh, you gestured back to your laptop, clicking over to the next tab in your browser. "Since you couldn't play nice, let me up the ante a bit. If you look over here, you can see a few emails that are ready to be sent at any minute. A lot of them, in fact. Wanna know who they're addressed to?"
He stayed silent, refusing to play your disgusting games.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you anyway," you grinned, scrolling down the list. "Here we have each of your family members, every single employee in your company, your 20 biggest competitors, journalists, workplace inspectors, and a few dozen more big contacts. With a single click, they'll all learn the truth within minutes, evidence included."
Yunho's face fell at the sight. "Y-Y/N, Miss Y/N, please..."
"Begging won't change my mind, Jeong," you spat, leaving the tab open as you walked back in front of him, "but actions just might."
Tears once again threatened to spill past his eyes, throat squeezing uncomfortably tight as he suppressed them. He couldn't cry. Not like this, not in front of you.
Swallowing back a whimper, Yunho slowly shuffled forward, all the way to the edge of the couch, before sinking down to the floor. You watched on with a satisfied smirk, lips curling even further up as his eyes met the fake cock in front of him again.
Oh god, he was really going to do this.
Trying to keep his hands as steady as possible, he reached for the strap-on, feeling it under his fingertips before wrapping a hand around the base. Angling the tip to his mouth, Yunho closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh before finally diving forward.
You stared at him in awe as his lips wrapped around the sizable tip, brows furrowing while he tried to push deeper. "There you go, good boy," you praised in a sickly sweet tone, resting one of your hands in his hair. His other hand that wasn't gripping the base of your cock fisted his skirt instead, likely trying to keep his gag reflex at bay while he sunk further down.
When his lips met his own fist, he let his throat rest for a bit, trying to breathe as best as he could despite the big piece of silicone in his mouth. After a few long, uncomfortable seconds, he decided to start moving again, giving a few experimental bobs with his head. On the fourth one, though, he audibly gagged, throat spasming while he quickly dove back up for air. You silently watched as he coughed and gasped for air, leaning to the side with his palms against the floor.
Once he got his breathing under control again, he looked up at you, meeting your gaze for the first time in a while. You smiled back down at him, a genuine smile this time, and used the opportunity to mouth a quick "All good?" to him. His eyes sparkled in excitement as he happily nodded back, calming any potential worries.
A quick tug at his hair was all it took for him to snap back into the scene.
"Did I say you could stop, Jeong? We haven't even gotten to the main course yet."
Just as Yunho began asking what you meant by that, he was shoved back onto the dildo, giving him no more than a second to prepare. You slid back into his mouth with ease, not too deep to make him choke, but deep enough to get his attention again. "Or do I have to show you another incentive to keep going?"
With a small grunt, Yunho shook his head as best as he could given his position and got back to work. He made sure you saw as he diligently sucked on the tip, swirling his tongue around it before pushing further down. If he had no choice but to do this, he might as well get it over with. Soon enough, he could almost take the whole thing in his mouth. You caressed his hair gently, a small show of praise that wouldn't break the scene too much.
The hand in his hair quickly turned more domineering, however, as you suddenly tightly clutched the strands, warning him of what was likely to come.
His prediction turned out to be spot-on as you began to pull him back up by his hair, only to push him back down again and start all over. Yunho could do nothing but let you move him as you wanted, desperately willing his lungs and throat to calm down so that he wouldn't choke again. Or too badly, at least.
Small, wet sounds filled the room as you moved him up and down on the strap-on, using both hands now to steady his head while you picked up the pace. A tear or two rolled down his cheeks this time, but you knew it was no reason to celebrate just yet. These were just a natural response to you fucking his throat, not a sign of you actually breaking him.
That would have to come later, it seemed.
"On the couch," you ordered curtly, pulling him off you at once. He was left hunched over, face bright red and lungs heaving for air.
Once your words finally registered for him, he willed his limbs to move again, crawling up on the couch. You wasted no time with him anymore, manhandling him into the desired position.
As much as he hated to admit it, Yunho's fight was faltering. His tightly clenched jaw had relaxed, giving way to the tired pants leaving his body. All snarky remarks and threats were long gone, his head too much of a muddy mess to come up with anything smart to say. You could feel it too, how much more pliant he'd grown under your touch, letting you press his upper half into the couch cushions.
When he heard the click of a bottle cap opening, some of that fight rushed back, only to leave just as quickly with a single reminder from you about what was at stake for him.
Yunho let out a quiet grunt as a finger breached him from behind, still hell-bent on hiding his reactions from you. He knew you'd revel in it, in every moan and beg and whimper, which is exactly why he could never give any of it to you. Until that dam broke, he could pretend he still had some dignity left.
"I advise you to relax as much as you can, Jeong," you spoke softly, burying your finger inside of him to the last knuckle before pulling back again, "otherwise this is going to hurt quite a bit."
"You're sick," Yunho spat back but quickly shut up again as you pressed in a second finger, causing a whine to almost push past his lips.
"So? What are you gonna do about it?" You asked back. The satisfaction within you only grew when he had nothing to say to that, too scared to admit the truth.
So far, Yunho was faring quite well. The biggest sign of this having even the slightest effect on him was how hard he was gripping the couch cushions, but that was about it. And it was exactly because of that that you began to grow bored.
Time to make him speak up.
Curling your fingers, you began angling your hand this way and that way, until-
"Fuck!" Yunho cried out, involuntarily clenching around your hand. You watched as his thighs quivered and his back arched, trying to simultaneously push back against you and fight the urge to do so at all costs.
"What was that?" You taunted, focusing on that specific spot you'd found while your other hand roamed along his hip. "Is someone starting to enjoy themselves? And here I thought I was the sick one?"
"Shut- ah! Shut the fuck up!" Yunho moaned out, eyes tightly shut as he tried to fight the onslaught of pleasure. He knew he couldn't help it, that it was just his body's natural reaction to being stimulated, and yet, he couldn't help but feel betrayed by it as well. He fought so hard to keep any and all noises at bay, only to then completely crumble without any say in the matter.
Then, without warning, your fingers pulled out of him, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing. Every instinct in his body was screaming at him to get up, to run far away from whatever the fuck this was, yet his mind knew very well it would be of no use. Not when your hand was back on his hip again, bringing his ass closer as you poured more lube over his hole.
"Hmm, no, this won't do," you thought out loud, looking at the way Yunho was presenting for you.
In the blink of an eye, he was flipped on his back, legs forced apart to accommodate you between them. Your strap was now peeking at him from behind his own half-hard cock, making his cheeks heat up. How was that thing bigger than he was? Moreover, what the hell were you planning to do with it?
"Say cheese!"
A bright light flashed into Yunho's eyes, making them squint in discomfort. When they managed to refocus, however, he was met with a sight somehow even more horrifying than all the evidence on your laptop.
A camera.
You were holding a camera and taking photos of him with it. Photos of him in a state like this.
"W-what are you- what?" Yunho stumbled out, voice laced with genuine horror.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Jeong?" You asked back, flipping his skirt up to show his prepped and needy hole. Another click and a flash of light.
The third snap finally managed to break him out of his trance, and his hand immediately shot up to grab your wrist.
"Ow! What the-" You hissed out in pain, almost dropping the camera to the ground. "That shit's expensive, you idiot!"
Yunho either didn't hear your words or simply ignored them, too busy trying to wrestle the camera from your hand. Doing sexual favors for you to save his business was one thing, he was already too deep in to stop that, but this? Oh, no, no no no, he was not going to just let you get even more dirt on him. Sure, he might have sold his body today to try and save his career, but he was NOT letting you trap him into a vicious cycle of blackmailing. He knew exactly how these things went, he knew you wouldn't be satisfied with just today, he knew you'd just keep demanding more and more from him and that-
A sharp sting dug into his cheek, the force of the slap turning his head to the side.
"I fucking told you to let go!"
The tight grip on your wrist eased up as you broke Yunho out of his spiral, preventing him from getting too deep into whatever inner chaos he tried to enter. His confused eyes met yours, studying your stern expression for a moment before he settled back into the scene, giving you a small nod as a sign to keep going.
"Before you try any of that shit again, I'll have you know that all of the photos I take on this are automatically backed up on my laptop. Breaking it does nothing except piss me off even further, and I don't think you want that, sweetheart."
Your hand slid up to grab his face, squishing his cheeks together.
"Now just accept your fate and let me take my pictures, hm? I don't think you want these to end up on the news tomorrow."
Yunho had no words left. No matter how his mind tried to twist this, there was no lie left that would convince him he had any sort of upper hand in this scenario. From the moment he walked into your office, his fate was sealed. Unlike everywhere else in his life, he didn't hold any power here. No amount of threats or intimidation could ever get him out of your grasp unless you yourself decided to let him go. He was yours to do with as you pleased.
All of those thoughts swirled around in his head as he lay under you, dressed like a girl, his entire body on display while you took as many photos as you wanted. He almost started to leave his body for a second, feeling too helpless to stay present in the moment any longer, but the feeling of cold, wet silicone pressing against him stopped him from doing so.
"Please..." Yunho said so quietly you almost didn't hear it, but it made you smile nonetheless.
"Please what, Jeong?"
Yunho took a deep breath but choked on it midway through as, finally, the first real tears spilled down his cheeks.
"Please don't do this, please."
Your pupils blew wide open at the sight before you, feeling a sudden high you'd never felt before. He - your boyfriend, the man everyone knew as a strong, independent, reliable guy, was now crying under you, lips trembling as he begged with a wobbly voice. Thanks to all the reassurances throughout the scene and the obvious hard-on between his legs, you didn't have to worry about his comfort or safety, letting you truly focus on the mental rush you were currently experiencing. The insane amount of trust between you felt almost palpable in that moment, an indescribable wave of tenderness so twisted yet so sweet it was almost overwhelming.
"Just let it happen, Jeong," you finally breathed out, eyes lidded as you reached down between the two of you. "Just let go and take it."
Yunho let out a watery whimper as you finally breached him with your strap, not caring to hide his noises anymore. He had nothing more to lose, after all.
The atmosphere shifted into something more quiet and subdued, yet simultaneously a thousand times more intense. Just like him, you had no more condescending comments and mean remarks left in you as everything had already been said.
Yunho was yours for the taking, and take you did.
With each snap of your hips, you pushed him further into that soft, pliant headspace of his. You could feel his muscles relax, going almost limp from the rush of it all. There was nothing in his head anymore, nothing but the physical sensations you were providing. More tears escaped his eyes as you leaned closer, hitting that sweet spot inside him with even more precision. Yunho rewarded each jab at his prostate with a small, punched-out noise, too hazy for anything more than that.
You watched his hips buck up when you wrapped your free hand around him, the other pulling him towards your thrusts by his hip. His breath hitched at the sensation, face scrunching up as you began to stroke up and down.
"Ready to cum, babe?" You whispered tenderly, causing him to open his eyes again.
"Yes, please," Yunho sniffled weakly, reaching up to grasp your shoulders for support.
Getting your sweet boyfriend over that imaginary edge took no more than two minutes after that, already too pent up from everything up until now to hold it any longer. You held him close as he seized up, chest arching into yours while he spilled into your hand.
You reached behind you for the tissue box on your side table, careful not to jostle Yunho around too much. He wrapped his legs around your waist, feeling too tender and small to let you go.
"Don't worry hun, I'm not going anywhere," you comforted him as you turned back around. You quickly wiped your dirty hand with one of the tissues before leaning forward and dabbing his tears away with another one. Handing him a third one, you helped him lift his head up to blow his nose before throwing all three tissues into a nearby bin.
As much as you wanted to debrief with him right then and there to make sure he really enjoyed himself, one look into his eyes assured you he was nowhere near ready for that right now. He looked content and comfortable, sure, but his eyes were still too distant for any complicated discussions and introspections.
So, you simply asked him what to do next.
"Can we just cuddle for a bit?" Yunho asked meekly, a small pout on his face as he extended his arms out for a hug. "We can clean up and talk after, but I just really need you right now."
You took him up on his offer with zero hesitation, snuggling into his embrace as close as you could. The position was a bit awkward from your position, given you were still lodged inside of him, but oh well.
A few minutes of curling up with your precious love bug never hurt anyone.
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Fragment of the Past 03
pairing: patient!jungkook x psychiatrist!reader genre: thriller & yandere au
summary: You are a well-known and respected psychiatrist and author. You start treating Jungkook, who suffers from PTSD after surviving an extremely traumatic incident. As you help him confront his traumatic past, he begins to act strangely, and you start uncovering something about him that will change everything.
chapter summary: You thought that you could finally escape from Jungkook but little did you know that he has something more to hold against you. You endure everything that he did to you but he was too much until you can no longer take him anymore.
chapter warnings: hazing, fraternity, blackmailing, manipulation, smut, non con/dub con, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), mc was traumatized, stalking, murder, major character death word count: 11.3K
parts: (1) | (2) | (3)
note: This fiction will contain multiple mental disorders and psychology facts. I conducted my own research to avoid spreading misinformation, but there may be aspects I've overlooked, so I am open for any corrections.
"Why are you here? Aren't you aware of the restraining order?" You threw your pen on the table and stood up from your seat, while a sinister smile curled his lips. He continued to take a step towards you and you immediately pushed the buttons that connected to the reception desk. He only laughed before he spoke.
âItâs 9 in the evening, Y/N. No oneâs here except for the both of us.â His words send shivers down your spine.
He was right, Soyeon and your other colleagues went home 3 hours ago and youâre the only one left inside.Â
You love to overwork but right now, you wish that you just continue working at home.Â
Heâs going to kill you before the night ends. Youâre sure of it.Â
You reach your phone with a shaking hand as you scroll to your contact list and click Detective Jungâs number.Â
âWho are you going to call? Detective Jung?â His words were like whispers from the depths of darkness.
Detective Jung isnât answering your calls.Â
âYouâd be arrested once you come near me.â You tried to threaten him, but it only sounded like a joke to him.
He took a seat in his usual position as he intertwined both of his hands.
âI commend you for your cleverness when you ask for a restraining order against me,â He crosses his legs and touches his lips. âUnfortunately for you, it wonât stop me from attending our sessions."
âItâs my first time attending an evening session, is it also your first time, Dr. Y/N?â He said with a malevolent grin stretched across his lips.
âI swear, before the sun rises tomorrow, youâd be arrested.â You spoke, clenching your jaw.Â
âWith how fast you climb to the top, I thought you were smart, Y/N. But I was wrong.â He pokes the inside of his cheek as he smirks. âYou should know by now the reason why Iâm not in jail for killing my mother.âÂ
You werenât able to respond, like a cat caught your mouth.Â
âI thought that youâll do great in kicking me out of your life so I came prepared. I even thought that youâd approach a different detective for this one, and fortunately, you still decide to approach Detective Jung.â He pauses to let out his laughs. âDonât you know that he was the reason why Iâm still free? Heâs my best friend, Y/N!â A sinister laugh erupted from his throat as your body started to shake.Â
âI even came up with a plan with my lawyer if ever I was arrested but damn Y/N, I somehow wish that you give me a thrill. You made my life easier than I expected.â
As he said those words, your legs turned to jelly, and a tightness gripped your chest.Â
Youâve underestimated him and his power and now, your life's on the line.Â
âGo ahead and ruin my reputation. Upload those recordings online, I donât care anymore. I canât stomach you anymore, Jungkook.â You spoke in a serious tone, before fixing your things.
âAre you sure about that?â He asked, a smile evident in his voice.
âIf you think you need to use those recordings to destroy me, feel free to do so. I won't participate in this any longer. I refuse to be a part of your games, Jungkook.âÂ
âOh, Y/N.â He sighs before he continues. âIf you think that this is all about you, youâre wrong.â He stood up and took out his phone from his pocket. Youâre about to go but he thrust his phone in your chest. âWatch it because youâd love to see what kind of a person your best friend really is.â He smirks and you look at his phone. It was a video and you were scared to play it. The thumbnail is Taehyung standing in front of a man with their eyes blindfolded. Taehyung looks so young in here and you arenât sure whatâs happening. One way to find out.Â
You wish you didnât take his phone. You wish that you just proceed on walking out of your clinic, leaving him inside because when you play the video, you immediately hear a painful scream coming from a man. It wasnât Taehyung whoâs screaming, instead, a man was kneeling and bleeding while his eyes were blindfolded, and Taehyung was hitting him with a baseball bat.
Holy shit.Â
Taehyung looks so young in the video. His hair was blonde, itâs his hair when he was 17 or 18, as you remember. You canât believe what you saw. The man that heâs hitting is begging for him to stop but he doesn't. Instead, he hit him harder.Â
Your hands were trembling, almost dropping the phone as you stopped the video from playing.Â
What was that?
âWhy do you look so scared, Y/N? Itâs your best friend.â Jungkook slowly took the phone from your hand.Â
Your body trembled uncontrollably, fear had taken hold of your very core. You looked at him, shaking your head.
âThatâs not Taehyung.â You said.
âOh Y/N, I wish youâre right, but it was him.â He chuckled. He takes a few steps back and places his right hand on his pocket as he scrolls to find something on his phone.Â
When he finds it, he shows his phone once again. You were confused because itâs a group of male people and when he noticed your confusion, he zoomed the screen and you saw Taehyung in the photo.
âHeâs part of underground society way back before he was an artist and that's when I knew him, Y/N. He was one of the people who performed the initiation rites for the new members, and that video you just saw? Itâs what he does for the society heâs in.â
You canât believe it, you refuse to believe it. Taehyung wonât do that. He wonât harmâ
âWhy do you look so shocked?â He asked with a grin on his face, mocking you. âYou should know that, as his best friend.âÂ
âThatâs not him.â You said, trying more to convince yourself. âTaehyung canât do that. He won't take part in that kind of behavior.â
âThen you donât really know your friend.â He placed his phone back in his pocket. âStop being too naive, Y/N. Everyone has their own secrets to keep.âÂ
âDo you really think that I would believe you? Whatever shit youâre trying to pull, you wonât make me believe you.â You said in your sharp tone.
âBut the people will.â He took a step towards you with a smirk on his lips.Â
âYou may refuse to believe it but the people will. They will believe so easily in whateverâs happening in that video.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat resonating with the intensity of the madness you feel. You never felt this kind of anger before. Itâs too much that you wanted to kill him.
âWhat do you want?! What do you really want!â Your rage erupted like a blazing fire, smacking his chest aggressively. You keep on smacking and pushing him, while he doesn't even show any hint of pain. âWhy are you doing this to me!â you shouted, tears welling up in your eyes and when you got tired, your hits became slower until you decided to stop.Â
Jungkook held your wrist and looked at your eyes with intensity. You cannot resist him anymore because youâre too tired.Â
âWhat do I want?â He repeated the question while staring at your eyes. âItâs simpler than you think.â His words were soft as a smile formed on his mouth. âI want you, Y/N.âÂ
You sob before you release your wrist from his grip. âI canât have another session with you. Youâre not cooperating.â You respond, letting out a weary sigh.
âThatâs not what I mean.â He shook his head, slowly scanning your face down to your body. âI want you without your clothes, laying down while I am on top of you.â
You immediately shook your head. âNo fucking way. I wonât let you do that.âÂ
âThen you agreed to let me upload your illegal voice recordings with your patients along with the video of your best friend, beating the hell out of an innocent man. I bet the people will love to see what their idol really is, right?â
Youâre already bursting out of tears, shaking your head. âPlease donât involve him anymore.âÂ
âItâs your own fault, Y/N. The only thing that I want is a session with you until I recover, yet you pushed my limits. Now, you have to face the consequences of your actions.â He takes a step towards you, leaning forward to see your face full of tears and wipe them using the both of his finger thumb. You hit his arms and took a step backwards.
âYouâre sick.â You turn around to gather your things and when youâre about to leave, he speaks.
âIâm telling you, you donât want to test me because you wouldnât like the ending.â
â
That same night, you didn't go home; instead, you went straight to Taehyung's place. He wasn't there because he had a shoot, but you waited. You couldn't wait any longer. You couldn't bring yourself to believe what you had seen unless it came directly from him. You've known Taehyung since birth, and you were certain that the videos and photos you had just seen couldn't be him because you knew he wouldn't do such things.
Yet you donât understand why you felt betrayed even though you havenât talked to him.
 When he arrived, thatâs the first thing you ask him and itâs too obvious that he didnât anticipate it. As the longer he canât respond, the ache you feel worsens.
âAnswer me, Kim Taehyung. Are you a member of an underground society?â You repeat the question, emphasizing every word.
âWhere didâ
âJust answer me!â
Taehyung was taken aback with your screams and a fear is evident in his face. He stood there frozen, unable to move or look away. He sighs before he speaks.
âYes.â
Your body hunched, eyes closed as a tear streamed down your face. You lowered your body, squatted and your shoulders shook with each shuddering sobs.
âY/N, w-why?â Taehyung immediately went to you but when his hand landed on your shoulder, you stood up, immediately pushing him away.
âYou beat people, Taehyung! You beat them to death, you monster!âÂ
âY/N, please let me explainâ
âExplain what?! How the fuck you beat them until they die?!â
âItâs not my choice! They were threatening to kill me if I didnât do what they wanted!â
You glared at him, choosing not to respond.Â
âI thought it was a normal organization when I joined but I was tricked! I tried to leave but they didnât let me and they even threatened to kill me if I reported them to the police! I was just 17 years old at that time, Y/N! I didnât know what to do!âÂ
He was trembling as a tear formed in his eyes.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
âBecause I was scared that they would involve you. Itâs a trap.â
âSo you were still involved with them?â Your voice raised and he immediately shook his head.
âNo! I managed to get away when we were caught doing the initiation rite, but I managed to run away without being caught. I wasnât the one performing the initiation rite during that time so it was easy for me to run away.â He explained.
You only stare at him, imagining the 17-year-old Taehyung standing in front of you. During that time, you don't remember anything that may hint he was in danger. The only Taehyung you saw was the jolly and energetic Taehyung, not knowing that he was facing a dangerous situation.
Little did you know that 12 years from now, youâd also face the same situation like he does.
You took a step towards him and wrapped your arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably. You canât imagine he faced that problem all by himself at that age. You were supposed to be with him as he faced his battles, but he was all alone.Â
âWhy didnât you tell me even after you managed to run away?â You spoke, choked sobs wracked your body as he stroked your back gently.Â
âItâs okay, itâs all in the past.â
You were in that position for a few moments until you calmed down. You break away from him and wipe your own tears.Â
âHow did you find out?â with that, youâre back from reality, the reason why you are here.Â
âI saw a video of you beating a man. Thatâs how I found out.â His mouth hung open as his breath came in short.
âWhere did you watch it?â
"An anonymous sender sent me the video. I couldn't bring myself to save the video because I can't bear to watch it again, so I deleted it," You reason out. You canât tell him the truth because it will only complicate things more. âBut I already reported it to the authorities and a security specialist and they guarantee that the person responsible for it will be caught.â
You felt bad for lying but you canât tell him the truth. It wasnât a good idea to confront him about this manner in the first place but you were not in your right mind when you decided to go here. You were caught off-guards.Â
You just need to make sure that no one will see that video again. How? Thatâs also something you donât know yet.Â
â
Jungkook hasnât bothered you lately, and it only worsens your anxiety. You know him and he wonât simply stop. You donât know whatâs his next move but soon, heâll come after you.Â
You always check whatâs trending on social media, watching out for any news that can relate to you and Taehyung, but youâve always found nothing. You even checked on Jungkookâs latest activities on their media pages and thereâs nothing suspicious, yet you can still feel the lash that Jungkook tied on your neck.
Youâre on your way for a book interview because your newest book entitled âThe Paradox of Choiceâ is about the launch. Youâre nervous and youâre overthinking everything without a specific reason why.Â
The feeling you felt right now is different from your previous book launching because right now, you donât feel good.Â
Maybe because you've been stressing lately with whatâs happening right now or maybe because something is going to happen.
You wish it wasnât the latter.Â
âThree more minutes!â The crew announced.
This book launch is coming along with an interview at an evening talk show. Youâve experienced guesting in several talk shows yet, you felt so anxious that your trembling worsened as the minute passed by.
âHey, are you okay?â Your assistant held your hand as you stood up. You looked at her and gave her a smile that didnât reach your eyes.
âYes, I am okay.âÂ
As you get closer towards the stage, your heartbeat increases. You pause for a while and take a deep breath, while closing your eyes.Â
You can do this.
âGood evening, Dr. Y/N! How are you doing?â Park Jiminâthe host asked you with a wide smile on his face.
âIâm great, how are you?â you try to connect the level of your energy to his.Â
âIâm great as well! Are you ready? I know you wonât get too nervous since you have been a guest in several talk shows and interviews, right?â Oh, how you wish thatâs your case.
âOf course! I look forward to this!â
You had a few talks with Jimin, explaining how the show will flow and you also reviewed the possible questions that heâs going to ask you. You were starting to get comfortable being on the stage. The rolling is about to start when your eyes land on a familiar figure wearing a black hoodie along with a headphone on his head. Your eyes widened in a complete terror, as your pulse raced with each thudding heartbeat.
Jeon Jungkook is here, staring at you with a demonic smile on his face.
âRolling! Weâll begin in 3⌠2⌠1.â He was looking at you while he spoke on his headphones. Your surroundings turned into a blur as you felt that every movement was in slow motion. You notice that Park Jimin is already talking with so much energy and you try to wake yourself up.
âWhat inspires you to write this book? Was there a particular experience or realization that led to its creation?â
You grip your hand to stop its trembling before you answer. âPeople tend to choose their biggest life decisions when they are in an emotional state, and this book will teach everyone to always think twice or even thrice whenever they make big decisions for themselves. I, myself once experience choosing a decision that I wish I did not choose, and it lend me to regrets, which I donât want people to experience thatâs why I wrote âThe Paradox of Choice.ââÂ
You try not to look at Jungkook after you respond but your own eyes are betraying you. Thereâs a sly smile on his lips as his eyes bore into you.Â
You fucking hate it when his eyes are on you.
âHow did you research and gather information for your book? Can you describe your process?â You froze on your seat when Jimin asked you that question. Your hands tremble even more, gripping it tightly to stop. You glance at Jungkook whoâs standing meters away from you, playing his lips with his fingers.Â
You donât want to answer this because your method of gathering information for your book is what he obviously uses against you.
âI record the sessions with my patients and analyze it to add an input to the book.â
It was the answer that you cannot say while heâs watching.Â
Instead, âI did my own research with the help of my patientâs own experiences.â
Even in your peripheral view, you could still feel his eyes digging into your soul.
Once the shoot is done, you immediately storm out of the stage and lock yourself inside the comfort room for god knows how long.Â
You stood before the sink, hands outstretched beneath the gentle stream of cool water pouring from the faucet as it ran down to your hands.Â
You slowly rub both of your hands but the trembling of it isnât stopping. You rub it even further to steady your hands, until you suddenly outburst silently. You canât scream or cry, and the only thing you can do is endure the anger you feel right now.Â
The soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the space with white glow, opposite of what you feel right now. Your hands are still trembling as you look at your face in the mirror.Â
You look so horrible.Â
When youâre stressed out because of your workloads, you can still appreciate the beauty you have, but right now, you really look so miserable.Â
Jungkook is doing his excellent job in fucking you up.Â
This is driving you insane. Heâs driving you insane. Youâre fed up with all of his shit and itâs too much already. You donât even know what you did wrong for him to do this to you. The only thing you did is help him cope up with his traumaâor more like fake traumas.Â
So you donât know where you went wrong with him.Â
Your assistant called your name on the other side of the door, asking if youâre fine which youâre not. You did your best to calm down before you decided to come out.Â
Itâs almost midnight when youâve finished packing your things and ready to leave. Everyoneâs out already and you donât know who was left. Youâre supposed to go home an hour ago but you choose to rest for a while before you go.Â
The basement parking lot was nearly empty when you arrived; not even the guards were visible. But, as you approached your car, you noticed a tall, muscular man standing beside it, wearing a black hoodie, with both of his hands inside his pockets, clearly waiting for you.
He looked up when he noticed your presence, he stood straight, greeting you with a smirk on his face.Â
âWhat took you so long?â Jungkook asked, a sly smile still on his face.Â
âWhat do you want?â You pondered, glaring at him.Â
He scoffed, âYou always ask the same question over and over even though you already know the answer.âÂ
You didnât respond, ignoring him, as you walked towards the driverâs seat but before you even opened the door, he already blocked you.Â
âDonât ignore me while Iâm talking to you.â He threatened, eyes buried on you.Â
âI have no more business with you.â You answered, passing by him as you opened the front door.Â
âAs far as I remember, we still have business going on.â He said, provoking you even more.Â
You placed down your things on the passenger seat and before you could even hop on, he spoke.
âYouâre brave enough to ignore me now. Why? Do you think Iâm already done with you?â His voice dripped with a mocking undertone, a wry smirk played on his lips as he spoke.
âOr youâd be glad to see you and your best friend in the news by tomorrow morning?â
You clenched your jaw, glaring at him as you balled your fist. âIâve already done what you want. I let you continue our remaining sessions but you go beyond that and pester me for almost 3 times a week! What more do you want?!âÂ
He tilted his head, licking his lips, trying his best to hide his teasing smile. He clicked his tongue before he spoke. âThat's the second time you ask that question. Do you have other questions in mind that youâd like to ask?âÂ
âWhen will you ever stop?â He instantly laughed at your question.Â
âYou didnât even hide the fact that you already want me out of your life.â
âI never try hiding it.â
âYouâre becoming stronger and bolder now, Y/N. Well, I prefer this rather than seeing you crying your ass out begging me to stop. Unless, youâre crying as you scream my name.â He wore a suggestive smirk, provoking you even more.
âYouâre sick!â
âYouâve been asking what I want and Iâve already told you, Y/N. I hate it when I keep repeating myself. Youâre not stupid, you know that.â He arched a brow, a scornful stare bore into you.Â
âAnd youâre delusional if you think Iâd agree with that.â
âThen suit yourself and make sure that you wonât regret your decision.â He smirks, biting his lower lips.
âWhat are you gonna do?â You asked but when he didnât answer and turned away, you screamed at him.Â
âJungkook, what the fuck are you going to do?!â
He scoffed before he looked back. âYouâll see.â
â
You want to die.
You just fucking want to die and bring Jungkook along with you.
Your emotions churned like a violent sea, a mix of anxiety, anger and fear that threatened to overturn you. Your heart pounded with rage, and your fingers trembled with fear as you held your phone, trying to avoid dropping it.
A video posted on twitter is playing from your phone, a video that you saw a few days ago.
You felt like throwing up when you saw that video again. Taehyung's face is blurred, but you can tell it's him. People might struggle to identify the person beating up an innocent man, but it won't take long for them to figure it out.
âI wonder if you guys have any hint of whoâs that man on the video? I bet you guys know because you love him so much. But I also wonder if you know your idolâs true color.â
The caption says, and the account is made to specifically attack and throw hate to people.
This could be Jungkook, but you weren't certain because he could have asked others to do it to avoid implicating himself. He has a reputation to maintain as well.
101k views, 5k reposts and 26k likes.Â
âHoly shit. Why do I feel like itâs Beom Seok from Horizon?â
âThis should be taken down.â
âEun Dae used to be a member of a fraternity before he become an idol lmaoooâ
âTaehyung was also rumored to be part of a frat before but it hasn't been proven yet.â
Fucking hell. Taehyung must know this shit already and you donât know what to do. It should be taken down but the video was posted 2 hrs ago and you just saw it right now. Even though it was taken down, people already saved it from their devices.
You were still in the middle of breaking down when your phone rang, and when you saw the caller ID, your blood erupted.
It was Jeon Jungkook. You scream on your phone before you decline the call. You were about to turn your phone off when he sent a message that angered you even more.
âDecline the call one more time, you will see the video again and I will make sure that the face of Taehyung is visible for everyone to know that itâs him.â
Your hands grew cold and started to shake when your phone rang once again. You had been clenching your teeth before deciding to answer the call.
âHow are you, Doc?â He greets you in his sweet voice that only annoys you even more. âDo you think that I wouldnât do it?â He added, releasing a sarcastic laugh.Â
âTake it down, Jungkook.â Your words dripped with menace.Â
âYouâre the one who made me do it. Itâs your fault, Y/N.â
âYou monster! Why do you have to involve him?! He didnât even do anything!â You screamed, pulling your hair out of anger.
âI know but you care for him so much. Itâs a natural thing to involve him.â
Your tears run through your cheek as you collapse from the ground. Youâre starting to lose your sanity.Â
âWhat do you want?â You spoke in a low voice.
âYou want to know? Come here at my place and I will let you know, Y/N.â
â
Youâve expected that Jungkook is living in a high end luxurious apartment building but you didnât expect that it would be in the highest floor, a penthouse.Â
Jungkook noted that he left the door unlocked so you can enter without him opening it for you. You were scared of what could happen inside his penthouse given the fact that heâs a dangerous person by murdering his own mother but youâre desperate to stop him.Â
Your heart was pounding when you opened his double-door and as expected, it was unlocked.
You are greeted by a huge area of floor-to-ceiling windows that frame breathtaking panoramic views of the whole city lights. The living room is adorned with designer furniture, a monochromatic symphony of blacks, grays, and whites, and a wall adorned with abstract art that speaks Jungkook's taste.
The place is beautiful, opposite to the person living in here.Â
âYou came.â You immediately turned around when you heard his demonic voice behind. Heâs in the corner of the stairs from the second floor as he slowly steps down, hands in his pocket with a smirk on his lips.Â
âTake that video down.â You glared, speaking with your teeth.
âOr else, what? Are you going to report me again? â He stopped in the middle of the stairs, placing his hands on the railings. He scoffs when you don't respond. âYou should know by now that it wonât work, Y/N.â He added, continuing to step down.Â
âIâm already here, so tell me what the fuck do you want?â You raised your voice, itching to know what he really wants.Â
âWhy are you in a hurry, Doc?â He was about to touch your face when you blocked his hands, throwing it away.
âTake that video down, Jungkook.â You spoke, trying to contain yourself.Â
He smirks before he turns away and takes a step towards his kitchen island, pouring wine on his wine glass.Â
"I've already done that for being such a good and obedient girl." He sips on his wine, not breaking eye contact with you. âBut I can upload it again if you choose to test my patience.â He adds. You bite the inside of your lower lips to prevent yourself from attacking him.Â
âWhy did you even ask me to be here?âÂ
âDidnât I tell you before? I want you, Y/N.âÂ
He poured wine in another glass and walked towards you, handling the wine for you, but you just glanced at it and returned your gaze to him. Â
âLetâs not waste time and tell me what the fuck you want so I can leave now.â You said in gritted teeth.
âI already told you, so stop being stubborn and drink this wine before I change my mind and upload the video with your best friend's face clearly visible along with the illegal recordings you had with your patient.â In an instant, he shifted from a playful smirk to a sudden seriousness, dropping the playful facade.Â
You take the wine in his hands and he asks you to drink but you immediately shake your head. âIâm not going to let you poison me.â
âIf Iâm going to do that, I already did when I first walked into your office. Itâs easier to kill you than to kill my mother, if thatâs what you want to hear.â His words sent shivers down your spine, forcing yourself to sip in the glass as the taste of rich, velvety smoothness of the wine caressed your tongue. He smirks when he is satisfied with your sip.Â
âSee, youâre still alive.âÂ
He turned around taking a step forward and telling you to follow him, but when you didnât, he looked back and his unyielding gaze bore into you. âAre you coming or do you want me to drag you from where you stand right now?â
You swallow hard, trying not to prevent yourself from showing any signs of fear, but it was harder than you thought because youâre in his territory.Â
âAre you going to kill me?â Your words come out as a whisper but he was able to hear it and when he does, he grins.Â
âWhy, are you scared?â He took a sip from his wine, eyes fixed on you. âTo answer your question, no, Iâm not going to kill you.â
âThen where are you taking me?âÂ
âWeâll have dinner, now start to move before I drag you to the dining table.â
You indeed had dinner with him and several dishes were served on the long table. By just looking at what is served, you immediately remember that you hadnât eaten anything yet since morning and everything you see is appetizing. The whole dining room was magnificent. The space was bathed in a war, golden glow of crystal chandelier that hung from a high, ornate ceiling. If you were in a different situation, youâd love to stay here.
Obviously, your lifeâs on the line and you canât just eat and relax right now.Â
âDonât you like the food? Why arenât you eating much?â He asked before he took another bite of his steak.
Youâve tasted whatâs in front of you and it was so insanely good, but you canât eat much by just thinking of what situation you have right now.Â
"I'm not hungry," you reasoned out, then sipped your glass of water. You glanced around to see if there was anyone else in the vicinity, but you saw nothing, not even maids or cooks. It was the perfect opportunity for him to kill you, with no one else around except the two of you.
âI doubt. I know that you havenât eaten anything. Go and enjoy your meal. It wonât harm you.â You only stare at your plate, trying to wash away the negative thoughts you have. You took another bite of your steak and you canât help but to crave more on how it tastes so good.Â
âI could tell that you like the steak, but youâre having a hard time enjoying it. I wonder whatâs running through your mind.â He placed both of his elbows on the table and intertwined his fingers.Â
âWill you let me go after this meal?â Your question made him chuckled, loud and mocking.Â
âHere you go again, so desperate to leave me.â He commented, wiping the corner of his lips with a table napkin.Â
âIf you just tell me what youâre planning to do, then I wouldnât keep asking you.â You answered, taking a sip of your water.Â
âThis is the plan youâre asking about. Didnât I tell you before that I wanted to take you out for dinner to show my gratitude for being my therapist? Thatâs what Iâm doing right now.â He grabs his wine glass and leans back before he whirl the glass, taking a sip from it.
âThatâs it? Thatâs what you want? To take me out for dinner?â You asked like you canât believe what he just said.Â
âWhy, what do you expect?â He placed his elbow on the arm rest and played with his lips; the mannerisms he does when heâs enjoying something.Â
âYou must be kidding me right now. I know you want something more. I know you, Jungkook. I know you.â
âIf you claim to know me so much, then you should know that I am serious with what I want from you.â His eyebrow furrowed, gazing at you with intensity. âThatâs the problem with people like you. You think too much and it leads you to danger.â He scoffs.
He stood up from his seat and took a step towards you, while you didnât move an inch from your position.Â
âFrom the moment I walked into your office, I know from myself that I want you. With your long hair falling back beautifully to the tight black dress you wore, I immediately agreed to take the sessions with you.â He stood beside you from your seat, resting his hands on the backrest of your chair while you were there, completely frozen.Â
âHoseok and my lawyer Namjoon told me that I should act like the incident causes me trauma to prevent them from suspecting me to be the culprit. I did not agree because itâs bullshit but they keep on convincing me.â He chuckled as he remembered something. âI planned on attending a single session and I wonât show up again but when I saw you sitting on your office chair with a bright smile on your pretty face, I thought that attending sessions with you wonât be that bad after all.â
He caresses your hair and you try not to flinch, clenching your jaw.Â
âI do enjoy the sessions we had because youâre so entertaining to watch. You talked as if you know everything but the truth is, you donât. I just let you think that way because youâre so passionate about what you do. I donât want to ruin your ego, Doc.âÂ
He kept on caressing your hair and when you couldn't take it anymore, you stood up, facing him with anger on your face.Â
âIâm done with my meal. Iâm going home.â You gazed at him with a piercing stare, picking up your things.Â
âYou think I will let you leave just like that?â An ominous aura surrounded him when `he spoke. Youâre trying to strengthen yourself as you take a step towards the door, but before you even made it, he spoke again. âGet back here, Y/N.â He threatened.Â
âStop playing with me, Jungkook.âÂ
âTry to take another step and I will make sure that before this night ends, your career is over as well as your best friendâs. You know that I can do it, Y/N. You wouldnât like to test me again.â A cold, sinister flowed from his voice.
You didnât dare take another step, afraid of provoking him even more. You hate that he can control you with just the use of his words. You still have the lash on your neck, making him take control over you.Â
âThatâs right, be the good girl that you are, Y/N.â He said, with a smirk on his lips. He placed his hands inside his pocket as he slowly walked towards you. âI donât understand why you keep giving me that kind of behavior but you canât stand by it.â He towered over you and he tried to touch your cheek but before he even did it, you avoided his touch and took a step backward.
He smirks, staring at you before he speaks again. âEven if you try to avoid me, I will still find my way to you, Y/N. If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time doing that.â He walks back to the long table and grabs his wine glass and takes a sip on it without leaving his eyes on you.Â
You didnât move nor say anything, observing his movements. Youâre at his territory and you couldnât risk provoking him because he can do anything to you without the people knowing whatâs happening inside his penthouse.
He grabbed the new bottle of wine and opened it, filling up your wine glass, walking towards you, and handling you the glass. You only stare at it and Jungkook gestures to you to take it.Â
âHurry up and get it, Y/N. My arms are starting to numb.â He said and you are left without a choice, so you take the wine from his hands. âGo drink it.â
You look at the wine glass and there are a few bubbles underneath it and you swallow hard before you take a sip from it.Â
âFinish it up, Y/N. Donât make me tell you everything you have to do.â
You wanted to cry but you didnât let your guards down. Youâre starting to regret going here.Â
You chug the wine while your hands are trembling and he smiles after you finish it.Â
âThatâs right, youâre such a good girl.â He took the glass from you and placed it back on the table.Â
After a few moments, your heartbeat increases rapidly and your whole body starts to tremble. Jungkook was just looking at you as he enjoyed his wine and you suddenly felt so weak, your head started to ache.
There is something wrong with the wine.
You take a deep breath, fighting the weakness within you. You wouldnât want to show that youâre getting weak in front of him. You walk back to your seat and grab your things before looking at him.
âI really have to go. I have a lot of things to do.â You spoke in your low voice, being careful of your actions.
Jungkook pouted in a sarcastic way. âThereâs no way Iâm letting you go.â he answered before he smirked. Your headache worsened but you didnât show any signs of your weakness.
He walked towards you and you admit that youâre getting scared of what he might do. You step back but there is no more space because the table is already bumping your back. He raised his hand to touch your face once again but you blocked his touch.
And in a snap of a finger, he aggressively grabbed your face using only a single hand and his eyes suddenly filled with darkness. âStop resisting me, Y/N. You canât win over me.â He spoke in a low but sinister tone.Â
Your limbs trembled uncontrollably, unable to withstand the weight of your fear. After a few seconds of staring at your soul with so much intensity, he already released his firm hold on your face but he didnât move away. Instead, he slowly traces your face with his fingers.
Your weakness worsens and you canât move nor think anymore. The only thing you can do is let him touch you.
âI love it so much when the cause of your weakness is me.âÂ
Your eyes widen as you gasp silently when his lips crushes on you. It was hard and you tried to move away but he gripped your arm, unabling you to move. You were trying to push him but because of your weakness, it didnât even move an inch.Â
âOpen your mouth, baby girl.â He commands as he speaks in between his kisses.Â
âJungkook s-stopâ
âI told you not to fight me.â
His lips went down on your neck sucking your skin and you used all your strength to push him away but he was too strong. He locked your hand on the table as he shifted his kiss on your lips and neck. Your body is shaking and tears are now flowing from your cheek and when he notices it, he stops, staring at you without removing his grip on your hand from the table.
âIf you keep being difficult, I fucking swear that you wouldnât make it out alive and I will make sure that your bestfriend will fall on the ground so hard that he can never recover.â He whispers in your ear, making you stand frozen with a pounding heart.Â
You were too weak to fight and youâre sure that itâs not only because heâs dangerous but there is something in the wine you just drank.Â
He stares at your face, like memorizing every feature of it. He lifts his hand, slowly wiping your tears away. He traces your face before he moves closer to peck your forehead. His lips were soft on your skin, but it only sent shivers down your spine.
âYou donât have to be scared because I will bring heaven to you.â He whispers before he sucks your ear lobe.Â
He held your waist while kissing you, pushing his tongue inside. His lips were so soft and you could taste the bittersweet of the wine he just drank a few moments ago. His hands were traveling around your body while his lips were still on yours. You wanted to push him and run away but you know that you couldnât do that because before you even reach his gigantic door, youâre probably dead.Â
âDo you know how much I crave for you, huh?â He tried to speak in his desperate kisses as his breath became heavier. âFrom the first time I step in your office, you never leave my head. You fucking drive me insane.â
He lifted you up to the table as his kisses became aggressive and you were just there, being helpless.Â
He cupped the back of your neck as he sucked it leaving a bruise before his hands traveled down to your thighs and caressed them. His hands were burning through your skin and you deny that your body starts to burn as well. He lifts you up and your thighs are in between his body carrying you to an unfamiliar room and the next thing you know, youâre already laying down on a bed.Â
Your back slowly touched the soft mattress as he started to crawl on the top of you. Your body is trembling and your heart is beating so fast as he brushes your face with the back of his fingers.Â
âThis is what I really want, Y/N. Me on the top of you.â The room is dark but you could still see the glimpse of his face with how the moon illuminated the darkness of the room. He gently strokes your face down to your neck, until it reaches your chest. He leans forward and places his ears on your chest, listening to your pounding heartbeat. âJust by listening to your heartbeat is enough for me to get turned on.â He whispers in your ears before he brushes his lips to your neck, immediately feelings his hot and wet breaths.Â
Your breath rose when you felt his fingers crawling underneath your shirt, fingers wandering at your bare skin. You suddenly flinch when his fingers rub your breast, making him smirk. âYou like it when I touch you like this?â He asked in his low and seductive voice, and when you didnât respond, his fingers circles your nipples slowly causing you to moan.Â
Youâre wearing a dress and he slowly lifts the end of it, completely taking your dress off and when he did, he gave a peck on your breast before removing your bra. A sudden sense of unwanted pleasure filled your body as he sucked your left breast while massaging the other one, leaving a tingle on your stomach. It didnât take long before his lips connected on yours, slipping his tongue, letting out another moan. He moves his mouth down to your neck once again, sucking it while his other hand is trailing down your back.
His fingers travel down on the waistband of your underwear, leaving soft kisses. âIâve always wondered how your bare body looks, and itâs exactly how I imagine. So sexy and gorgeous.â He played with the waistband of your underwear before he slowly pulled it down, leaving you gasping.Â
Youâre at the verge of crying when he spreads your legs apart, exposing your bare pussy, leaning down and leaving a kiss on your pelvic bone. You tried to push your body deeper in the mattress to avoid his kisses, but he only grips your hips firmly to prevent yourself from moving. âStop fighting, Y/N.â He said with a stone voice.Â
He leaves a last peck on your pelvic bone, moving down on your clit before he kisses it, leaving you panting. You resist yourself from whimpering but when he slides a tongue on your clit, you groan. You were fighting the pleasure that you felt, but the more he keeps on licking your folds, the more your body burns.
"Fuck baby, you taste just like how I imagined it. So sweet for me."
You were disgusted at yourself for feeling something so good, and disgusted at him for doing this to you.Â
âYou act like you donât like what you feel, but with how wet you are, it only proves how you love this so much.â He saidâalmost sounds like a whimper. Your eyes widened when you felt his fingers circling your clit before he slowly inserted it inside. You moan so loud when he moves his fingers as he licks your clit and you cry with the burning sensation radiating to you.Â
You werenât a virgin and youâve hooked up several times, yet you canât admit it to yourself that he was doing good eating you out.Â
âNo matter how you say that you hate me, your body will never lie.â He whispers, as he drag his finger inside and out in a quicker motion.Â
No matter how you stop yourself from moaning, that sound escapes your mouth.Â
Pain leaves you when he pulls his fingers and when you look at him, he removes his shirt revealing his chiseled and sculpted body. He leans forward to slide his fingers inside your mouth, letting you taste yourself before he slides his tongue. A moan escaped you when he rubbed his fingers on your clit, feeling your wetness, before he inserted his finger once again.Â
Youâre trying your best not to let out another moan but your body is betraying you because you were moaning in between his lips that you could feel his smirk.Â
âDonât be hard on yourself and let yourself enjoy it, baby girl.â
After a few moments of him fucking your pussy with his fingers, your whimper as you reached your orgasm. You shred a tear when you realize how your own body betrays you.Â
He withdraws his fingers as he continues to suck your neck while his hands are circling to your waist down to your hips and grinding his body on you. He then pulls himself to take off the pants that heâs wearing as your body starts to tremble.
You stare at his movements as he pulls down his pants and you gasp when he pulls it down, completely exposing dick.Â
His huge, holy shit.
He strokes it and it arouses you even more. You hate yourself right now more than you hate him because you canât believe that youâre craving it.Â
âPlease Jungkook, donât.â Your voice quivered with desperate pleading.
âStop acting that youâre not enjoying it because your body says otherwise.â He scoffs before he kneels in between your body and pumps his dick, gripping it tightly.
âSpread your legs for me, baby girl.â He commands as he parts your legs. Your eyes widen when you feel that heâs rubbing his dick on your folds as your wetness overflows and a moan is released on your lips.Â
âThatâs right, moan for me.â He said, almost sound like a whimper teasing you even more and it didnât take long when he slid his dick inside you making your nails buried on his back.Â
âFuck Y/N, youâre so tight!â He moaned as he went deeper. He placed his hand on your back and a pain filled you when he dug deeper. He was sucking your neck as he kept thrusting in and out. You were pulling his hair, as he groaned on every thrust he made. He stops from time to time to suck your nipples and kiss your lips, making you moan continuously.Â
"You're taking me so well, fuck. That's right, take me so well."
Youâre starting to cry with the unwanted pleasure you feel but Jungkook only kisses your tears away. And with a hard thrust, youâre about to come. Your breath comes out heavily as you keep on whimpering with every thrust he does. Jungkook curses, his thrust becomes harder and you start to tremble.
âYes baby, cum all over me and show me how much you enjoyed this.â His words almost sound like a whimper and it only motivates you to reach your second orgasm.Â
And when you did, you cried louder as he thrust harder and deeper for the last time.Â
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You were lying on his bed without your clothes, while he was beside you, sleeping peacefully as if he hadn't disrespected you an hour ago. His bed was the softest and most comfortable you had ever experienced, its softness enveloping your body in a gentle embrace. However, all you could feel was disgust and anger at what he had done to you.
 You should be running right now but your body froze and you canât move them even an inch. It happened three times in a row, and you've been begging him to stop, but he doesn't listen, as if he were possessed by a devil. He's already a monster himself, but you didn't anticipate him forcing you to comply. Most especially, you loathe yourself because your body responds to his desires, leading him to believe that you genuinely enjoy what he's doing, but in reality, you're horrified.
The room is dark, and the moon casts its enchanting glow upon it. You're gazing at the full glass window, where the distant city lights flicker in the distance. An emotional numbness envelopes you, leaving you unstable and broken.
You slowly turn towards the person beside you, and as expected, he's asleep. You can't believe how different he appears when he's sleeping, nothing like the person you know. Instead, he resembles a man who wouldn't harm a soul when his eyes are closed. However, the burning anger you feel hasn't subsided. You can never forget what he has done to you.Â
The anger surged within you and you wanted to lash out, to make him feel the same pain he has caused you. You clenched your fist and the thought of killing him gnawed at the edges of your sanity.Â
You looked around to find something to protect yourself from him. Slowly, you raised yourself from lying down, careful not to make any movements that might wake him up. With trembling hands, you reach your dress from the floor and put it on before scanning the room.
You've been here for quite some time, but this is the first occasion you've had to observe his entire room. As expected, his room is quite spacious, yet you can't discern the color of the walls as darkness covers the entire space. Your eyes catch a glimpse of a chest of drawers in the corner of the room, and above it, there are photographs adorning the wall. As you take a step closer, your heart rate quickens upon seeing the photos that are affixed to the wall.
The room might be dark but itâs evident that the polaroid photos on the wall are you. There are a lot of photos of you and they are a mix of a photo from your social media accounts and a photo that he took without you noticing it.Â
Heâs been stalking you for a quite long time already.Â
A memory comes back when youâve felt that someone is looking at you or when youâve felt like heâs around and you brush it all away believing that you were wrong but it all makes sense because heâs been stalking you and you donât have any idea of it.Â
Your trembling hands worsened as your jaw clenched, turning around with your eyes glared at his sleeping figure.
Your anger consumes you, and with every fiber of your being, a raw, primal fury pulses, urging you to harm him. As your rage intensifies, a dark abyss opens in your mind, and your thoughts race. You take a step toward the bed where he's lying down as your heart thunders in your chest.
âYou fucking monster.â
Even if there isnât enough light, you still manage to look around to find something. You returned to the chest drawer opening it and you gasped as you saw more photos inside. You didnât try to look at them one by one focusing on finding something.
âI will fucking kill youâ
From the drawer, you walked around and opened every cabinet inside his room to find something youâre looking for and when you did, your body suddenly froze.Â
A gun.
With your heavy breaths and trembling hand, you took it out from the drawer and took a moment to stare at it.Â
But before youâve processed everything, you heard a voice speak.
âMy little Y/N, what do you think youâre doing?âÂ
You immediately stood up, turned around, and saw Jungkook standing 7 feet away from you. The room was so dark that you couldn't see his face, but you could make out his silhouette. He was wearing pants but nothing on top.
You pointed the gun at him but he only laughed it out. Your entire body froze as you pointed the gun firmly on him and your heartbeat echoed loudly on your ears. Your breath came short, as if your lungs were struggling to keep up with your racing thoughts.
He walked slowly toward the bedside table and switched on the lamp, causing the room to fill with a warm glow. It wasn't very bright, but it was enough for both of you to see each other.
He grins as he sees that you stepped back, holding the gun firmer when he took a step towards you.Â
Youâre shaking so bad but you canât hold your guards down because anything can happen in just a matter of seconds.Â
âWhat, youâre gonna shoot me after I satisfy you?â He said with a grin on his lips.Â
âIâm going to kill you.â Your voice is low but every word you say is sharp enough to show that youâre serious but he only scoffed at your words.
âReally, youâre going to do that?â His voice was seductive, provoking you even more.Â
You try to find any signs of fear on his face but you find nothing. Instead, it only worsens your emotions. You werenât sure if the gun that youâre holding is loaded and you only pray that it does.Â
Itâs your first time holding a gun and you don't have any idea of how to use it but your life is in danger and you have to act accordingly.Â
You cocked the gun and pointed it out at him once again.Â
âDo you even know how to use that?â He pouted as if he cares but it was full of mockery and sarcasm.Â
âDonât come near me.â You whispered as you held the gun firmly.
âCome on Y/N, donât embarrass yourself.â He took a step back and sat at the edge of the bed, while his eyes were on you. âWe both know that you aren't capable of doing that. Didnât I satisfy you enough?âÂ
âShut up.â
âAs far as I remember, you love it so much when I eat you out. Did I think that wrong?â He rested his hand on the mattress behind him. âI love every reaction that you make when you feel so good. I love it when you dig your nails on my skin because you canât contain the stimulation. And by how you feel so weak with my touch and kissâ
âShut the fuck up!â
Your heart raced, your body trembled and a cold sweat broke out on your forehead. your thoughts worsen into chaos and an overwhelming dread washed over you. You canât take the words he said. You just wanted him to shut up.
He stares at you with so much intensity, like he can see through your soul. âYou shouldâve checked if the gun was loaded, babe.â He commented shifting his gaze to the gun youâre holding.Â
You shook your head as you pressed your lips firmly. âYou monster. Iâm going to fucking kill you.â
âThen kill me,â He spoke in his low voice. âShoot me, Y/N.â He slowly stands up and walks towards you, making you step backwards. You panicked even more but you tried your best to stay still and point the gun towards him.Â
âShow me how brave you are, Dr. Y/N.â Your back bumps into the cabinet behind you when there is no more space for you to step back as you were shaking so badly and you can no longer hold your tears. He pressed his chest on the muzzle of the gun while looking at you with so much intensity.Â
In the blink of an eye, he firmly grabs your arm, attempting to wrest the gun from your grip, but you hold it even more tightly. You push him using your elbow, but he chokes you, and you tremble in pain. He's strong, but your determination is unwavering, and you won't lose to him this time.
You step forcefully onto his right foot, and when he shows his weakness, you swiftly break free from his grasp. However, he manages to trip you, causing you to fall and drop the gun.
You immediately crawl to get the gun but he pulled your leg away from it.Â
âYou can never escape me, Y/N!â He spoke as his hands circled around your neck.Â
Your eyes were starting to blur, preventing you from seeing anything for a few moments. A sense of helplessness washed over you until your eyes caught the gun a few inches away from you. He was focused on choking you to death while youâre focused on reaching the gun. Desperation clouded your thoughts, urging you to stay stronger and when you finally reached the gun, you immediately pulled the trigger in his direction.Â
You stood up when he released you, as a searing pain tore through his body upon being struck by the bullet, leaving him gasping for breath. You held the gun firmly while he endured the pain in his rib that had been hit by a bullet.
You cocked the gun one more time and pointed at him.Â
You panted heavily as a panic gripped you, the inability to catch your breath adding to the rising sense of fear. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself not to let a sound escape his lips.Â
He pressed his hand on his rib, looking at you with the same eyes that you despise so much. Despite being shot, he can still manage to look at you with mockery.Â
"Do you believe that after what you've done, you have already⌠won?" He smirks as he slowly falls on the ground, enduring his physical pain. âI was in your position months ago. Holding a⌠gun as I shoot my mother. How ironic that the person⌠who tried to heal me was also the person⌠who would try to kill me.â He felt an agonizing, relentless throbbing at the site of the gunshot trying to ease the pain. He tried to stand up before he continued. âYouâve said a lot of times that my actions are⌠bad but look at you right now⌠Doing the same⌠thing.âÂ
âWeâre not the same!â You shouted, holding the gun with your two hands. âYou ruin my life, you monster!â You felt a seething rage, a burning intensity that threatened to overtake you.Â
He only smirks at your response. âReally? Because last time I checked⌠I shoot my mother for being the monster that she is.âÂ
âDonât you dare compare yourself to me!â Your fingers were trembling, itching to pull the trigger.Â
âYou might keep on denying it but we both know the truth.â Even in his situation, he can still play with a sinister smile on his lips.Â
âYouâre fucking wrongâ
âCome on, Y/N! Look at you!â His eyes blazed with fiery, smirking at you as he cut you off. âYouâre just like me! Weâre really meant to be!â You are consumed by fury, your thoughts a turbulent storm of anger as his sinister laugh triggers you even more. Your heart pounded in your chest, tears streaming down your cheek and without you noticing it, youâre shooting him continuously.
âFuck you! Motherfucker!âÂ
You continue to curse and pull the trigger even though he's already lying on the ground. Your anger blinds you to the point where you can no longer process your actions.
âIâm not like you! Iâm fucking not like you!â You screamed along with every shot you made. Your heart pounded on your chest, as your words dripped with outrage. The only time you stop is when the gun is out of bullets.Â
The room was surrounded by blood as you observed his lifeless body lying on the ground. You couldn't recall how many times you had shot him, but judging by the considerable amount of blood scattered about, it was evident that you had shot him numerous times.
Your vision swam before you, blurring the edges of reality as the world around you seemed to spin. You glance at the gun youâre holding and you immediately drop it off. Your whole body trembled uncontrollably, making you collapse on the floor.Â
Blood. Thereâs a lot of blood.
The surroundings fell into an eerie silence and a chill ran down your spine. You're suddenly suffocated by fear as you crawl backward.
Heâs dead. I killed him.
The only thing that you hear is the ticking sound of the clock and nothing else. You slowly look around but the only thing you see is blood.Â
âBut look at you right now, doing the same thing.â
âYouâre just like me! Weâre really meant to be!â
You covered your ears as you heard him. He was dead but you can still hear his sinister voice.Â
âYou can never escape me, Y/N!â
âSTOP!â
â
The horizon blazed with a rich, golden hue as the sun's first rays pierced the darkness. Birds whistled as the day began. The air, now filled with the promise of warmth and life and with each passing moment, the sky emerged from its darkness.
Yet the horror youâve made is still there.Â
Youâre under the glass window, watching the world to start its day. The room is still covered in bloodâyour body is still covered in blood. The sun has risen yet you wanted to stay in the dark. You donât know what to do anymore.Â
You suddenly heard the ringtone of your phone, making you feel more vulnerable. You covered your ears to prevent yourself from hearing it yet the sound seems to hunt you.Â
After the call dies, you thought that it wonât ring again but before you can even have a peace of mind, it rang once again.Â
Your legs tremble when you stand up. You do your best not to look at the corpse laying on the ground as you walk out of the room.Â
His living room is exactly how it looked the last time you saw it. You look around to see any living thing but you sense nothing. Your phone is still ringing when you spot it on the top of the dining table where you ate last night.Â
Where he forced you to drink a wine that made you weak.Â
Tears welled up in your eyes when you saw the callerâs ID.Â
It was your best friend.
It was Taehyung.Â
âThank god you answered! Where the hell are you?! Iâve been calling you since last night but you arenât answering! Youâre gonna kill me for worrying to you!â
Hearing his voice broke you down. Your tears flowed continuously as an uncontrollable emotion poured out on you.Â
âY/N, what happened? Why are you crying?â A deep concern is evident in his voice.Â
You were shaking, crying with broken sobs as you covered your mouth in an attempt to calm down.
âY/N! Speak up! Whatâs wrong?!â
âTae⌠Please help me.â You attempt to speak.Â
âWhere are you? Iâm going there.â
âTaehyung.â
âY/N, what happened?â
âI made a grave sin.âÂ
âWhat?â
Your wailing sobs echoed through the whole area as you fell on your knees. He keeps asking what happened but youâre having a hard time admitting it.Â
âY/N, how am I going to help you if you canât tell me?â
After a few moments, you started to calm down. Your sobs gradually subsided, a quiet hiccup escaped you as you closed your eyes briefly.
âI killed a man.â The words escape your lips and a new set of tears forms on your eyes.Â
You never thought that you would resort to killing him. Out of all the things that happened, you wanted to end everything without harming anyone. Youâre a well-known psychiatrist who has an advocacy that despite of who you are and what youâve become, your mental health matters.Â
You know yourself well. You know your strengths and weaknesses, and the cause of your happiness and sadness. But thatâs what you thought.Â
You canât control your emotions.Â
No matter how you try, you will always have a hard time controlling it.
There are a lot of reasons why people act without thinking when they are emotional. According to a study, physiologically, emotions can activate the body's fight-or-flight response. When emotions trigger this response, stress hormones like adrenaline flood the system, preparing the body to respond to perceived threats. This physiological reaction can reduce the ability to think clearly and may lead to impulsive actions.
âWhere are you?â After a long pause, Taehyung finally spoke.Â
âAt Jeon Jungkookâs place. One of my patients.â You respond in a low voice.Â
âMessage me the exact address and Iâll be right there.â
You werenât in your right mind when you pulled the trigger. You didnât like what happened.Â
Therefore, you werenât just like him.Â
It was his fault, after all.
-end-
a/n: finally, it's complete! Thank you so much for joining me in writing this JK fic. It's my first time delving into the thriller genre, and I've truly enjoyed the experience. I also hope that you all enjoy reading it as well. Have a great day, everyone!
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I think the key component to my personal reading of post-Delphi Pharma is that he's trying to be a horrible person on purpose. Not "on purpose" in the way that people have free will to exercise their own choices, but in that Pharma's "mad doctor" persona is a performance he puts on to deliberately embrace how much everyone else hates him. Basically, if people already think you're a "bad Autobot" and a horrible doctor who just kills his patients for fun, why try to prove otherwise to people who have already made up their minds about you? Just fully embrace the fact that people see you as an asshole. Don't try to change their minds. Don't plead for their forgiveness or understanding. Just stop caring. If you're going to be remembered as a monster, you might as well be a memorable monster, and eke as much pleasure and hedonism as you can out of it before karma catches up to you and you inevitably crash and burn.
I mean, I guess you could just go the route of "Oh, Pharma was always a fucked up creepy guy and Delphi was just him taking the mask off," but I really don't like that interpretation because, for one, it feels really wrong to take a character like Pharma becoming evil under duress and going, "Oh well clearly he did the things he did because he was evil all along," as if somehow Pharma breaking under blackmail/torture/threat of horrible death was a sign of him having poor moral character. As opposed to, you know, suffering under the very real threat of horrible death for himself and everyone he cares about while being manipulated by a guy who specializes in psychological torture.
The second reason is that it just doesn't make sense to write Pharma as having been evil all along. I mean...
Occam's Razor says that the best argument is the one with the simplest explanation. Doesn't it make way more sense to take Pharma's appearances in flashbacks, his friendship with Ratchet, his stunning medical accomplishments, and the few we see of him speaking kindly/sympathetically (or in the least charitable interpretation, at least professionally) towards his patients and conclude "This guy was just a normal person, if exceptionally talented." Taking all of these flashback appearances at face value and assuming Pharma was being genuine/honest is a way simpler and more logical explanation than trying to argue that Pharma for the past 4 million years was just faking being a good doctor/person. I mean, it's possible within the realm of headcanon, but the fact is Pharma's appearances in the story are so brief that there simply wasn't room in the story for there to be some sort of secret conspiracy/hidden manipulation behind why Pharma acted the way he did in the past.
I just can't help but look at things like Pharma's friendship with Ratchet (himself a good person and usually a fine judge of character) and the fact that even post-Delphi, pretty much every single mention of Pharma comes with some mention of "He was a good doctor for most of his life" or "He was making major headways in research [before he started killing patients]" which implies that even the Autobots themselves see Pharma's villainy as a recent turn in his life compared to how for "most of his life" he "used to be" a good doctor.
And although Pharma doesn't know this, we as the readers (and even other characters like Rung) know about Aequitas technology and the fact that it actually works, so... if Pharma really was an unrepentant murderer, why couldn't he get through the forcefield too? The Aequitas forcefield doesn't require that a person be completely morally pure and free of wrongdoing or else how could Tyrest get through, just that they feel a sense of inner peace and lack feelings of guilt. Pharma has murdered and tortured people by this point, and put on quite a campy and theatrical show of how much he sees it as a fun game, so why then can he not get through?
It circles back to my headcanon at the start of this post that the "mad doctor" persona is just that-- a persona. Delphi/post-Delphi Pharma's laughing madman personality is just so far removed from every flashback we saw of him and everything we can infer based on how other people see/saw him before that, to me, the mad doctor act is (at least in large part, if not fully) a persona that Pharma puts on to put his villainy in the forefront.
To avoid an overly simplistic/ableist take, I don't think Tarn tortured Pharma into turning crazy. To me, it's more like the constant pressure of death by horrific torture, the feeling of martyrdom as Pharma kept secret that he was the only one standing between Delphi and annihilation, the physical isolation of Messatine as well as the emotional separation from Ratchet, being forced to violate his medical oaths (pretty much the only thing Pharma's entire life has been about), etc. All of that combined traumatized Pharma to the point that the only way he could avoid cracking was to just stop caring about all of it. Because at least then, even if he's still murdering patients to save Delphi from a group of sadistic freaks, Pharma doesn't have to feel guilty and sick about doing it. As opposed to the alternatives, which were probably either going off the deep end and killing himself to escape, or confessing to what he did and getting jailed for it.
In that light, Pharma becoming a mad doctor makes sense. It avoids the bad writing tropes of "oh this character who was good his entire life was actually just evil and really good at hiding it" as well as "oh he got tortured and went crazy that's why he's so random and silly and killing people, he's crazy" and instead frames Pharma's evil as something he was forced into, to the point where in order to avoid a full psychological breakdown and keep defending Delphi, he just had to stop caring about the sanctity of life or about what other people might think of him.
Then, of course, the actual Delphi episode happens, and Pharma's own lifelong best friend Ratchet basically spits in his face and sees him as nothing more than a crazy murderer who went rogue from being a good Autobot. Then Pharma gets his hands cut off and left to die on Messatine. At that point, Pharma has not only been mentally/emotionally broken into losing his feelings of compassion, he's received the message loud and clear: He is alone. Everyone hates him. Not even his own best friend likes him any more. No one even cared enough about him to check if he actually died or not. He will only ever be remembered as a doctor who went insane and killed his patients.
So in the light of 1. Having all of your redeeming qualities be squeezed out of you one by one for the sake of survival and 2. Having your reputation and all of your positive relationships be destroyed and 3. People only know/care about you as "that doctor who became evil and killed his patients" rather than the millions of years of good service that came before.
What else is there to do but internalize the fact that you'll forever be seen as a monster and a freak, and embrace it? People already see you as a murderer for that blackmail deal you did, so why not become an actual murderer and just start killing people on a whim? People already see you as an irredeemable monster who puts a stain on the Autobot name, so why beg for their forgiveness when you could just shun them back? You've already become a murderer, a traitor, and a horrible doctor, so what's a few more evil acts added to the pile? It's not like anyone will ever forgive you or love you ever again.
Why care? Why try to hold on to your principles of compassion, kindness, medical ethics, when an entire lifetime of being a good person did nothing to save you from blackmail and then abandonment? Why put yourself through the emotional agony of feeling lonely, guilty, miserable, when you could just... stop caring, and not hurt any more?
#squiggposting#pharma apologism#i'm sure the doylist reason for the writing is just that pharma was a designated villain#so since he's a villain and 'crazy' it's fine for everyone even the good guys to treat him like complete trash#i just think from a watsonian perspective taking a sympathetic approach is way more interesting and logically consistent#what i mean is like. from a meta perspective one of the best ways to show that a character is super evil and not worth saving#is when even the good guy heroes. the ones who are supposed to be kind and compassionate and wise. see him as dirt#and this is also kind of a necessity in most plots bc TF is the kind of series that just needs action villains and long-term antagonists#so not every villain is written or has a plot to be made redeemable. and pharma is one of these bc he's not important or a legacy character#so from a doylist (meta) perspective you could read the autobots' disregard of pharma as a sign of#'this guy is not meant to have your sympathy as a reader. pay no attention to him'#but from a watsonian (in universe) perspective it paints a miserable picture of pharma being utterly forsaken by the ppl he served alongsid#and like yeah i'm super autistic about pharma so of course i view him with sympathy but like#the idea of being a loyal and good person for years only to be subjected to a Torment Nexus of#being blackmailed into breaking all of the oaths you held sacred. under threat of you and all your comrades dying horrible torturous deaths#then when your comrades find out about it they focus solely on the 'harvesting organs' and not on the 'blackmail' part#and then you get literally left for dead by your comrades and best friend hating your guts#and then you get rescued by a guy who uses you as a test subject for his evil machine#this is a fucking nightmare scenario like pharma could hardly be suffering more if the author TRIED to make him suffer#and for me it's like. the evil pharma did can't be decontextualized to what drove him to that. as well as the question of like#how easily ppl can write someone off as evil and turn a blind eye to (or even find satisfaction in) their suffering bc theyre evil#and either brought it on themselves or it's just karma paying a visit#like. i feel like if pharma WERE a shitty doctor and a terrible person his whole life then the delphi situation would feel like karma#but the way it's written and the lore retroactively put in makes it feel more pharma getting thrown in a torture carousel#and THEN becoming evil. but then being treated as if he was always evil or was some sort of bad apple#bc like i'm not opposed to LOLing when a villain gets a karmic torture/death related to the wrongs they committed#but in pharma's case it feels less like karma and more like endless torture + being abandoned by ppl who should have been more loyal
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something i find very interesting is that fukuzawa and fukuchis reunion seems to be an almost directly mirrored version of dazai and chuuyas reunion
both scenes start with fukuchi and chuuya entering the room where their old partner is waiting for them in handcuffs
very soon after that weâre made aware that they have a past together but while fukuchi and fukuzawa start cheerfully drinking together and reminiscing about the past dazai and chuuyas interactions are more tense and they donât seem to hold any fond memories of each other
when things escalate both fukuchi and chuuya attack the handcuffs of the other to set them free (seriously these are almost exactly the same panel)
and yet fukuchi doesnât go through with it claiming he knew fukuzawa wanted him to act this way in order to gain the advantage over him in a fight. by keeping him chained fukuchi is able to stay in control while chuuya breaks the chains and directly challenges dazai to a fight which ends with dazai being able to blackmail him by claiming it would look like chuuya let him escape
both fukuchi and dazai propose a deal to their old partner that seems to benefit both sides and while fukuzawa immediately denies chuuya (reluctantly) agrees to go along with dazais plan
the ending of both scenes are completely different now with fukuchi and fukuzawa both being enemies on different sides despite them previously seeming to be on good terms
compare that to dazai and chuuya whose reunion ends with them having agreed to cooperate. despite them having claimed to not have any positive feelings for the other when chuuya leaves theyâre making what seems to be on old inside joke of them which lets us see dazai genuinely laugh for the first time
theres such a huge difference in how fukuchi and fukuzawa try to give off the impression of being on civilized terms while actually having very opposing morals and ideals (especially taking into account that fukuchi was the one to manipulate fukuzawa and the ada in the first place) while dazai and chuuya would rather die than have people think they like each other but actually still understand each other like no one else and these scenes highlight that really well in my opinion
#me pointing at them: PARALLELS#bungou stray dogs#bsd#bsd manga spoilers#dazai osamu#bsd spoilers#nakahara chuuya#soukoku#bsd skk#fukuzawa yukichi#fukuchi ouchi#fukufuku
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Hello! Do you still write for Tfp/Transformers Prime? If so, I have a request!
Maybe âcons reacting to reader dealing with a person that caused a lot of childhood trauma? If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to ignore it!! I just am dealing with a person who wasnât the greatest to me as a kid and would really like some headcanon comfort <3
again, feel free to ignore and remember to take care of yourself!
of course! thanks so much for the request, darlinâ! I hope you are doing well and my DMs are open if you ever need to talk. đ
Megatron
-He knows. He knows how it feels to be scorned in your youth. He knows how much you hurt. He also knows that he wouldnât be the best at comforting you, so he provides a distraction. -Every time you come to him an anxious, frustrated mess because of them, he takes you to stargaze or to read or just sit on the top of the ship in peace. -Megatron entertains you will tales of when he was younger, fighting for the freedoms he still believes in. You know heâs been hurt too and thereâs a comfort in knowing you both still are yet to move on from that past, and thatâs okay. Youâll confront it when you are stronger.
Starscream
-Heâs notâŚthe best at comforting people. But he is angry. So angry. Why would anyone hurt you? Especially when you were so small? Heâs felt small every day of his life, he canât imagine what sort of monster does that to a sparkling.
-Honestly, he turns into an outlet for your rage. Want to scratch something up? He finds things for you to break, things for you to throw. It's not the most healthy, but when has anything he ever done been?
-When all your anger has been exhausted, he just sits with you. That helps more, and he knows that, but he won't say anything. And that's okay.
Knockout
-Out of all the cons I think he would be the most helpful. He pampers you, taking you on long drives and god-awful drive-in movies to distract you. He's also willing to just listen to you vent to him while he's working in the medbay.
-If the harmful person comes back, you can bet he's got his saw blade out and will not hesitate to bring them down. He provides you with a free escape ride if you are ever in an uncomfortable situation.
-He is always, always ready to shower you with compliments, especially when he picks up that you've had a bad day. And if you don't feel like telling him what's going on, he will distract you with the randomest stories about himself. It always makes you laugh.
Breakdown
-You better believe that this guy's got hugs for days for you. After many, many, many threats to whomever is hurting you, he sits with you and listens to you vent.
-His attempts at reassuring comments aren't the best, but he tries. He'd much rather go pound the jerk to dust, though.
-He somehow smuggles a shitload of chocolate and ice cream up to the Nemesis for you. Most of the ice cream melts before you can eat it, but it is still delicious.
Arachnid
-The person who is hurting you is never seen or heard from again :)
-You don't mention it and neither does she.
Soundwave
-You better believe that you will never go anywhere near your abuser again. He keeps tabs on them, removing you from anywhere within a 5-mile radius of them. If you do happen to meet them, he is sending Laserbeak and they have roasted limbs from lasers.
-Records everything you say they did and privately keeps it just in case. Not to blackmail them or to send them to the police, of course.
-Lets you play with Laserbeak and pulls up comforting and funny videos to watch with you. He is as silent as ever, but that doesn't change the fact that he cares about you.
Dreadwing
-He pretty much becomes your personal bodyguard. It's a little strange at first, but you get used to his presence and sweet insistence in accompanying you everywhere, especially if you encounter your abuser.
-You can bet that if anything ever happens again with that person, they will go down in a firey explosion orchestrated by his own hand.
-Sucks at speaking to you (about anything, really. he's so stiff.), but when he cleans his weapons, he is happy to listen to you.
Shockwave
-Ah yes, Mr. no emotions. He tries...I think. He'd rather give you some weapon of mass destruction than listen to you detail all of your abuse. I mean, it's a solution, I guess.
-He makes you watch the seekers to learn self-defense and also read some Cybertronian literature on battle tactics.
-At least you can punch now and use poisons?
Predaking
-After learning what had happened to you, he refuses to let you leave his side for weeks. He cares for you and distracts you by terrorizing Starscream on the ship.
-Eventually, though, he accompanies you to meet with the abuser. You talk with them for a bit before he comes crashing down in his dragon form, scaring them into oblivion.
-It felt really good.
#tfp#tf#transformers prime#macadam#maccadams#Tf headcanons#transformers headcanons#tfp headcanons#soundwave#megatron#tfp x reader#decepticon headcanons#decepticon x reader#hurt/comfort#I hope anon is okay <3#starscream#knockout#dreadwing#predaking#arachnid#breakdown#shockwave
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Hello! I hope you are doing well, I have an idea, feel free to ignore but I hope you like it.
Yandere Male Deliquent x GN Ex Bully
Like he tried to make them explode and being their âtrue selfâ, because in the past, when they were younger, they defend him and he became a delinquent just to see them again.
Sorry if my English is bad.
Bye!
YAN! DELINQUENT OC x GN! EX BULLY! READER
Also your English great anon! Dw about it.
AAAAAAA Iâve meaning to do more Yan! Delinquent recently anon!! You read my mind. For those new to my account. I already have a Yan! Delinquent OC named Mori Ban (see tag: hns.moriban) who was the first to really blow up from my yan! ocs. I always loved this trope with yan stories hhh
tw/cw: DDNE, mention extreme bullying, assault, and harassment. (brought out my trauma for this one). i imagine reader to be amab/masc for this one but there are no explicits allusions to that.
Uttering the name [L/N] [Y/N] was enough to strike fear in the hearts of men. Literally and figuratively speaking, your voice was enough to make even the highest of authorities piss their pants. Not only were you capable of destroying a personâs physical body with your very own hands, you were able to dismantle everything from their relationships and reputation to their financial situations in life.
People predicted you to grow up and become an even more menacing, ruthless person. You had the potential, and with the way you were it was simply the natural trajectory.
But like you always did, you broke everyoneâs expectations.
You were like the delinquent version Serena Van Der Woodsen. Mindlessly strutting in as if you hadnât put several companies to bankruptcy because the ownerâs kid looked at you the wrong way. Nonchalantly eating your lunch in the same vicinity of your old victims as if you hadnât shoved their face into the toilet as a way to pass time. Cheerfully waving at the student council president as if you hadnât constantly blackmailed and assaulted them for several years just so theyâd do your homework and projects. No one was safe from you. You had no code. As long as you felt like it, any life could be destroyed.
Standing opposite to your current path was Mori.
He used to be the punching bag of your lesser goons. Known for being weak and poor, only good for his academic excellence.
He grew up to be almost as fearsome than you. Where-areas you were coldblooded, revelling in the pain you brought upon others. He was a lot more morally guided. Sure, his enemies often suffered worse fates physically, but he wasnât like you in the way he picked his battles. He only brought hell to those that deserved it. Those that hurt other people first.
And then there was the way he treated you.
You technically belonged to the category he dealt with. You ruined dozens, maybe even hundreds or thousands of lives in a whim. You were the devil in a pretty suit of skin. Despite your lack of hostility nowadays, you never apologised or took accountability, never attempted to atone for your mistakes. The only reason why others havenât confronted you about it was because of fear. They didnât want to potentially anger you and set off a bomb.
But Mori? Mori could handle you.
After all, he dedicated his whole life to being your equal; serving you, aiding you.
In fact, he was just so disappointed to see you this way. All disgustingly docile and horridly disciplined. What kind of monster tamed you to be like this? Mori chuckled at the thought. No one but him can match you. You must have started behaving yourself for the sake of appearance. All of this was just a façade. If you had truly changed you would have begged for forgiveness to those youâve wronged. If you had become a better person then you wouldnât be discreetly glaring at him when you thought he wasnât looking.
If someone had truly taught you to be a goody-two-shoes he would have killed them ages ago.
âHey, [N/N]. Sweetheart. How ya doin?â Mori leaned forward. He grew to be quite a ways taller than you and had to lean over to meet you face to face. Much to your chagrin.
âFine. Itâs so nice of you to ask Ban. If youâll excuse me.â You adeptly moved to the side. You had dealt with this man-child several times throughout the semester already and knew to just avoid him at all costs lest you lose braincells and precious energy talking to him.
However, you could only take two steps before his hands grappled unto your wrist.
âWoah woah woah there. Weâre not done yet.â
You donât look back, and firmly yet calmly stated, âYes, we are.â
âItâs a little late but we have yet to give you a homecoming party. That wouldnât be fair for the great [Y/N].â
You turned back. Eyes wide, not of surprise or anger, but from sheer awe of this manâs audacity.
âI know what you want, and youâre not getting it from me right now.â You scowled at his beautiful pink eyes and effortlessly yanked your arm away from him. You didnât know it yet back then,
but you had already lit the match.
ÂŠď¸ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023
#hns.moriban#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagine#yandere oc#yandere fic#yandere x you#yandere oc x reader#yandere core#yancore#dom reader#sub yandere#yandere drabble#yandere self insert#yandere x y/n
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aw man another brain ramble (part 3) (18+ MDNI)
14DWY DAY 4 DROPPED!!!! YIPPEEE!!!!
so i spent some time replaying the game to find some info and went through my old posts because some stuff is new! i also have guess renâs name and idk whether i got it right or not HOWEVER if i do get it right nobody will know⌠iâll take it to the grave.
anyways some fun things in day 4, i feel like weâre finally getting into the LORE. which is exciting because one of the reasons i became so invested was the lore we would get on the blog.
ren likes to draw in his free time, thatâs a fun tidbit. mysterious ink and mysterious black smoke? interesting⌠angel having flashbacks about their childhood the more time they spend with ren? LOVE IT.
parts 1 and 2 are here!
anyways with new content i have new observations! i am going down the "let's make him better not worse" route so keep that in mind in this post. iâve gone through the blog again and hopefully havenât missed too much, so letâs goooooooo
14 Days With You belongs to @14dayswithyou and @cutiesigh!
1. The Black Smoke
i have to admit iâve gotten the bad ending without meaning to, because usually arenât we supposed to want to move in with ren? he wants us to stay right?
not today!
this obviously has something to do with the main factor as the black smoke. what is the black smoke? itâs not a hallucination, and ren seemed EXTREMELY invested in it. and, not only that, he seems perplexed by it. what is the black smoke?
nobody is supposed to live on that floor with him, and even he has no idea about it. he becomes almost extremely fixated on it, and even distracted enough that if you tell them you want to stay at his house he barely pays attention.
it almost seems as if someone is incinerating something in there, but what?
something to point out is a lot of ren's scars are from burns, as fire has something to do with his past. i think i've talked about it before but in case i haven't, i have a belief that ren may have burnt down his childhood home in the past.
could the black smoke be an omen? we can see it as well, so it's not a hallucination of his mind. but this brings me to my next idea of what the black smoke could be.
2. His Computer
if while looking around you decide to peak into his computer, you get a conversation. i think their laptop is connected to their phone, because we can see a one way conversation as if ren had sent something to someone and then answered.
i believe this is river! as there is literally no one else ren would willingly talk to and even that is a rarity. however, confiding in someone with this kind of information seems like something he would say to river.
o - olivia
we know that river knows olivia from this relationship chart, and we've already run into her a few times. however, if she is involved in their past one way or another, she may have some of her own secrets. for one, she refers to ren in quotations, as if not believing their name, and river has been having issues of her following him around. could olivia be the killer? could olivia have something to do with their line of business?
"didn't we... u know?"
olivia isn't dead, so did they threaten her? blackmail her? hurt her?
it seems from my perspective that olivia may have rented out that apartment space and that smoke could be her doing.
we don't get a whole lot of information after that, since river or ren accessed and shut off the messaging app. but it seems olivia plays a bigger part than we thought.
3. What Is "It"?
this is the one that gets me thinking, because in the chat messages we hear about something river refers to as "that thing" and "it".
my first thought was olivia, but that made no sense because they had been properly referring to her and ren probably has no need to stay connected with her.
would this maybe be what's connected to the black smoke?
i haven't seen anything supernatural or non-human in this game, but the first thought i had was that it's some kind of entity. but, if there is nothing non-human in this game then what is ren in contact with? who? what happens when ren makes the thing mad?
it could be connected to his job, or something from his past entirely. one thought was maybe taylor, but why would he be in contact with his father? last time we heard, he has little to nothing to do with his family anymore.
What Is It?
4. The Drawings
something i learned is ren can draw! seems he likes to in his spare time. although angel seemed a bit concerned, as his drawings are not as light and romantic like the web comics they read, but... darker.
ren obviously connects with this gloomy character, who seems to be the main love interest in "always with you". my guess is he depicts gloomy and the MC as those characters, but gloomy specifically connected with them.
ren's inner turmoil is much more extreme then i considered, it feels as if he thinks he is always being watched. he purposefully isolates himself, but we know from childhood they were severely neglected by his father. maybe his father is those eyes, continuously tormenting them due to him not wanting to turn out like taylor.
some final thoughts
i may do another post when i get the time to look through more stuff and try connecting the dots, but this is what i have for now! i hope these coming days are more lore involved because it's been so fun to try and decode stuff.
another thing i didn't mention was the locked box, but there wasn't anything significant there. a ring is the key, so maybe we can get our ring from childhood back soon.
this may have been my favorite day thus far, and i'm excited for more in the future! i think i've been with this game fore around two years now, so i probably will stick around til the end.
#some people are getting married and having kids my age#i'm sitting on my couch making theory posts on indie games#we are not the same#the plot thickens in this game every new day that releases#i love it#14 days with you#14dwy#14 days with you redacted#14 days with you ren#14dwy redacted#14dwy ren
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I swear after this I will do requests... this is just something old for me to put up! I've had a busy past few weeks and I swear I'm fighting to do my requests. Disclaimer: I haven't played COD, and reality is what I decide (kidding, feel free to educate me on COD)
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Gn!Reader
Romance Readings
It was a guilty pleasure, and you knew it. Watching your money drain (as if you had any other need for it) as you indulged was saddening, but not saddening enough to make you stop. Other people got into drugs, or smoking, or alcohol, or some other high-inducing thing. Not you, though.
You got into romance novels.
The enjoyment of them started when you were a kid, curled up on a couch with a book splayed across your legs. Romance was, at its core, an idealized concept. Something to be chased but never obtained. And for you, the chasing was in reading about the relationships. You preferred the good - who doesn't? - but a bit of angst never hurt a soul. Certainly not you.
But in the military, you couldnât exactly tout a romance book around. âThe Seven Year Slipâ was adorned with a cute and cartoony cover, sure to catch Soapâs eye and invite endless teasing. So, instead, you got clever about it. Price had a plethora of bookshelves in his office, filled to the brim with war books. All nice and shiny hardcovers with removable dust jackets.
All you had to do was slip one of those dust jackets over the cover, and it suddenly seemed like you were the best soldier ever. Everyone was none the wiser, and you got to indulge in what you enjoyed doing: smiling at the fictional couples you wish you were.
When you pulled it out to sit guard over the safehouse, Soap had groaned. Loudly.Â
âYou take this soldier shit too seriously.â He had grumbled, rolling his eyes. You didnât retort, didnât bring attention, didnât care enough.
His (mostly joking) opinion wasnât important to you. Soap was nice, you loved joking with him, but when it came to this? You can put up with the teasing comments over what they think your reading habits are. God forbid they actually find out what youâre reading.
Thatâd be a very shit day for you.
âNever seen someone smile so much at a military tactic handbook.âÂ
Your head jerks up, eyes wide, smile vanishing from your face. You knew that gruff voice, although you were far more used to it without the tilt of amusement in it. Ghost.
â...Itâs riveting.â You say defensively, knowing Ghost isnât the type to make a quip and let it go.
âIâm sure. I donât remember it having characters, though.â
Oh. Oh shit.
Youâve been caught.
âCanât believe you got away with it for this long.â Ghost huffs, sitting down next to you. âHand it over.â
Wordlessly, you hold the book out for him. He thumbs through the pages, keeping a finger on the page you were on so you donât lose your place. After a moment he slips off the fake dust jacket, holding up the real cover: a cheesy image of dandelions being blown away.
âCould be worse.â He notes aloud.
â...there have been worse.â You admit, cheeks flushing red.
He chuckles, going back to the page you were reading. Itâs only after a minute has passed that you realize heâs fucking reading it, making you lunge for the book to pull it away.
âDonât read it!â Carefully, you slide the fake dust cover back onto it to hide the actual book.
âIâm bored out here, and youâre denying me the only entertainment?â Ghost asks, somehow monotone and amused at the same exact time.
You hate him. Next time heâs getting his ass kicked in the field, you wonât help that asshole.
âItâs a romance book.â You spit, actively feeling your cheeks get redder by the second. âHardly something youâre interested in.â
âIâm interested in not fallinâ asleep. Iâm reading it.â
âItâs my book!â
âAnd I could tell everyone itâs a romance book.â
You stare at him, and he stares back. Ghost is blackmailing you. Youâre getting fucking blackmailed over a book. Was it even worth it at this point?
âIâm still trying to read it. And no, you canât read it aloud.â You try feebly, but your grip on the book is already loosening.
âIâll read over your shoulder. Move it.â
âAss.â You grumble, but shift so he can loom over your shoulder ominously. Settling your eyes on your book, you choke on air at the scene youâre on.
Itâs definitely not a scene youâd want Ghost reading over your shoulder for, thatâs certain. Your headstrong lieutenant, reading a rated-R scene. Youâre never going to be able to look him in the eye again, oh God.
âKeep reading, doll.â Ghost says lowly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. âYou dug the grave. Lie in it.â
Swallowing, you focus on the book, trying to speed-read through this part. Behind you, you can practically feel Ghost grinning. âWhat if I wasnât done reading the page?â He asks.
âShut the fuck up.â
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This one could be for Tumblr or AO3. Dealers choice <3 bratty girl owes kakuzu some money and shes gotta pay him back somehow ;P. Can he teach her a lesson about the value of settling her debts?
tw: noncon, age difference, blackmail, age difference, financial abuse, groping, size difference, face fucking, choking
All characters depicted are 18+
Kakuzu is in charge of the Akatsuki's finances, and he takes that role very seriously, mainly due to his immense love of money, money is the only thing in the world that Kakuzu loves and trusts. So when he's sent to go collect a debt from someone who owes the Akatsuki a very large large amount of money, Kakuzu is on the poor soul's doorstep almost immediately.
Having someone as scary looking as Kakuzu at her door is enough to scare the living daylights out of her, a reaction that annoys and amuses the miser in equal measure. He'll immediately demand that she either cough up the money or die by his hand. The poor woman is immediately panicking, revealing that she's completely broke, just barely getting by on the food she already has. This puts a wrench in Kakuzu's mission, he needs the money, something she's clearly lacking, so she can't give him the currency she needs. But that's fine, she can pay him back in a different way.
Her cute little body looks like it could fetch him a pretty penny, but Kakuzu doesn't have time to find enough men willing to pay for such a whiny woman's body, so instead Kakuzu will consider her body his payment, although it pains him to lose a single precious cent. He won't hide his unsavory intentions at all, shamelessy palming her large breasts through her shirt as he forces her against the nearest surface.
Kakuzu isn't shy, gentle, or vague about what he's doing, groping her body through her clothes as he rubs his large erection against her backside, his unusual and unforgiving eyes staring into her's as he prepares to teach her a very important life lesson; if someone doesn't settle their debts in time, then they have to face the consequences of their irresponsibility.
"Be quiet, you little tart. This is what happens to bad girls who don't have half a mind to pay their debts. Now either take my cock or I'll be taking your heart."
Once he's done feeling up her body, he'll abruptly push her down onto the ground, undoing his pants and letting his impressive cock spring free from it's confines, his manhood looking just as big and scary as the rest of him. Kakuzu will give no warnings or preparation when he forces his dick past her teeth, letting the thick meat stuff her throat to his limits whilst he uses it like a fleshlight.
Kakuzu is rough in both the way he fucks her face and the way he holds her in place, his large calloused hand wrapped tightly around her slender throat as he pounds it, making it difficult for her to breath with the overwhelming pressure both in and outside her throat. It's of no consequence to Kakuzu if she passes out from this, just gives him more opportunity to use her without having to listen to her whining.
If she does pass out, he'll take great pleasure in wrecking her other two holes while she's out cold and unable to resist or stop him, she knows this because Kakuzu outright tells her that as he's pounding away at her tear stained face. That's enough motivation for her to try her best to stay awake, even if that's becoming increasingly difficult with his cock down her throat, his hand around her neck, and her nose shoved against his coarse pubic hairs.
Breathing will become even more difficult when Kakuzu finishes right down her gullet, filling her stomach with his thick seed. It takes everything in her not to choke on his cum, or heaven forbid spit it out, Kakuzu will watch sadistically behind his mask as she struggles to gather herself after the brutal face-fucking he made her endure, cold sadism dripping from his every word as he addresses her again.
"That wasn't so hard, was it you idiot? You better get better at taking cock by the next time I come. What? Did you think you'd be off the hook that easily? The Akatsuki always gets what it's owed..."
Kakuzu is still rather annoyed by the fact that he didn't get the money that he came all this way for, but the greedy immortal at least got the next best thing; a much needed stress relief toy he can squeeze after a long day of dealing with Hidan's nonsense and the Akatsuki's seemingly endless ambitions.
#naruto#naruto shippuden#boruto#naruto x reader#headcanon#naruto smut#x reader#naruto headcanons#akatsuki#akatsuki x reader#akatsuki smut#kakuzu#kakuzu x reader#kakuzu smut
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As it was
summary:Â Thereâs nothing that nourishes the ego more than envious looks from old classmates. At a ten-year class reunion, Seungkwan is looking forward to enact his long-term revenge plan. When it all comes crashing down, you're helping him pick himself up the only way you know how.
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You and Seungkwan are occasional friends with benefits
pairing:Â fwb!Seungkwan x Reader, they bicker a lot but don't hate each other enough to call it enemies lol
word count:Â 5.4k (20~ minute read)
warnings:Â toxic couple, unprotected sex, unresolved feelings, alcohol, sex in a public place, oral (f rec.)
a/n: happy new year and happy valentine's day! I'm immensely thankful for the past reception of my fics <3 thank you so much! I do have a couple ideas for a sequel on this, which makes me insanely excited <3 I hope you like it ^_^
Thereâs nothing that nourishes the ego more than envious looks from old classmates. The same eyes that underestimated now quietly calculate the overpriced budget of designer clothes.
Ten-year high-school reunion? Thatâs just what Seungkwan needed to flaunt his new prime spot as a host of "Bad Clue." Heâs certain no person alive in this century hadnât heard of him and his many accomplishments, but it felt good to rub it in.
âOh, Seungkwan? I saw you on TV, do you think you could sign this for me?â
Itâs a phrase heâs heard all night as his old high-school mates pour into the cramped barbecue restaurant. Not many dare to converse besides the cheeky favour. âDo you think you could get my resume in?â
Why did he even come?
Ah, thatâs right. His first love, Lee Sohee.
Sheâd completely abhorred his very existence, but now, no one could. Heâd make his comeback and completely captivate her heart only to get his revenge by giving her a taste of her own medicine.
âDid your injections go wrong? you canât smile.â
The sound of your voice makes Seungkwan cringe. He scoots away when you plop down on one of the free seats to his side.
âWhy are you here?â He spits back, watching you struggle to open the Soju bottle.
âYou looked miserable,â You flash him a mischievous smile.
Your relationship was complicated, to put it kindly. Living in a small town, Seungkwan had known you his entire life. You were classmates throughout all of school and you haunted your way around him all through university, as well.
He said everything he knew about you had been against his wishes. And part of it was true, with how much time you inevitably spent together, you became closer than planned.
It was during his first year of uni when someone implied he was unpopular with girls and he panicked. Saying âof course not!â He even had a girlfriend; You, the first girl that came to his stupid drunk mind.
Oh, you had a field day with that one. It was easy using it as blackmail material, getting a ride anywhere, takeout, and help with your homework. Seungkwan practically lived at your place, cleaning up and making you breakfast every day. University was a breeze for you after he dug his own grave.
âSeeing your face made me miserable.â
You scoff.
Seungkwan mumbles some curses under his breath and snatches the bottle away from your hand, opening it with ease. You cheekily hold your cup up.
A couple months into the pretend relationship, you decided to try it out for real. Not that anything changed except for the physical part, it was a convenient relationship until the very end, with none of that lovey-dovey bullshit. You parted ways when Seungkwan got into one of the many companies he auditioned for and left for the capital.
Motherfucker never even bothered breaking up with you.
You had a lot of fun being dramatic in front of his mother and getting him in trouble for that one, too.
âHow long you in town for?â You raise your shot glass toward his with a satisfying âclinkâ before downing the liquid in one go.
âIâm leaving tomorrow morning,â He replies curtly, finishing his own shot.
âWow,â You hiss at the burning in your throat, shooing it away with a shake of your head. âForgotten your roots, already?â
He scoffs, âI have to work, dumbass.â
âWhenâs your flight?â
âEight hours.â
Widening your eyes, you can only stare at him in disbelief, âWhy are you here? You should be fuckinâ sleepinâ or somethinâ.â
âNot yet.â
And youâre hit with the stupid epiphany over the reason Seungkwan is so damn intent on watching the door.
âOh my God, Kwannie,â You groan, dramatically flailing in your chair at that fact. Itâs been a decade already, heâs like a superstar, why is he so hung up on this?! âJust⌠Stop! This is getting sad!â
âMind your business.â He hisses, pouring himself another shot to help cope with your presence. Thatâs what he tells himself, itâs totally your cringey voice and not the anxious blackhole that has set in the pit of his stomach.
âIâm serious, why are you in love with her?â You lean closer, and your concerned gaze burns him.
âIâm not! This isnât love! This is revenge!â
You sigh, patting his shoulder, âI know, buddy, whatever you tell yourself.â
Seungkwan lets out a frustrated groan, âWhy canât you justâ Mind your business?â He shoves your pity pats away.
Turning around, you stand up. âOi! DK!â You yell, setting Seungkwan in complete panic mode.
âNo! No! No!â Seungkwan tries to shut you up by placing his hand over your mouth but itâs too late, youâve caught the attention of the loud drunk.
âAye! My gorgeous! You called?!â Seokmin stumbles toward where you sit.
Seungkwan gives up with a frustrated sigh and plops back on his chair, taking you down with him.
Seokmin and Sohee were polar opposites, she was popular and elegant. Every guy wanted to date her while every girl wanted to be her. She excelled in all classes and was loved by faculty and student body alike, she was student council president and never let anyone forget that. While Seokmin was a loudmouth, always making people laugh, not too long into his second year of high school, his teachers gave up on making any information go into that thick skull of his. He compensated his single-digit IQ with the kindest heart possible in a human male.
âWhereâs our princess Sohee?â You giggle, leaning over Seungkwanâs shoulder to face Seokmin.
âAh! My beautiful, precious, gorgeous noona!â He announces with a bright smile. You canât help but laugh at his intoxicated antics. âShe said sheâd pick up the invitations after work, sheâll stop by later.â
âInvitations for what?!â Seungkwan whips his head around. Youâre the only one that notices his jaw trembling.
The word doesnât take a genius to know its many connotations; Especially the only one that made sense in the context.
âAH!â Seokmin claps his hands. âYOU DONâT KNOW!â He laughs, only building up suspense. âSohee is getting married.â
Ah⌠He screwed up.
All of a sudden, thereâs no fucking reason for all this. The carpet has been swept from under his feet without a momentâs notice. Everything has built up to this moment and for what? Sohee is getting married and didnât even bother to send a message.
She wouldnât care.
He could stand before her, wave his shiny accessories, flaunt his status and she would be happily married.
Everything so far wouldnât mean anything if he didnât get his fucking revenge.
You watch as Seungkwan clenches his fists under the table, biting into his lips. Seokmin, of course, doesnât notice the way the news was taken and has entered a monologue on how happy his older sister is with the matrimony.
Before you can call his name, Seungkwan bolts from his seat, leaving you and his belongings behind.
âHe has a flight to catch soon! Thanks, DK!â You yell, hastily gathering up your bag and his coat and stumbling your way out of the restaurant to follow Seungkwan.
âKwannie! Kwan! Stop!â
He pays you no mind, stomping his way toward his expensive rental and you quicken your pace, high heels loudly clacking against the asphalt.
âSeungkwan! STOP!â You snatch the keys away from his hand and shove your body between him and the door. âAre you fucking crazy?! Youâre not driving.â
That seems to wake him up from his anger-induced trance, but now that youâre close, you seem like the perfect target to channel his rage.
âGet out of my way.â He hisses, eyes glazed in deep-rooted hatred that burns its way through his veins, its flames feeding on the very oxygen he inhales in shallow breaths.
You cross your arms, reciprocating his heated stare.
Seungkwan breathes in, ramming his fist against the doorframe only an inch or two away from your face. Youâre not proud to say how hard you flinched.
âFine, Iâll walk.â With a sigh, he just leaves you there.
âAt least take your fucking jacket.â You jog toward him, juggling both your coats as you try to swing your bag over your shoulder, âWhat if you get sick? Your manager will kill youââ
Seungkwan turns around and snatches his expensive item from your hands, returning to his fast pace afterwards.
You struggle to keep up in your platform high-heels, so you shrug them off and run. Your tights will only protect your feet for so many steps but youâre too intoxicated to think that far.
He sighs at your unbothered smile and quickens his step. His legs might be long and slender, but you have quite the stamina and willingness to be a menace.
âWhere are you staying?â You ask, hoping there would be a cab available downtown to escort your angry friend.
âMind your business.â
You click your tongue.
Gathering up your courage, you blurt it out:
âI thought you knew.â
Seungkwan halts and turns around just in time for you to crash into his chest. His lungs heave with curt breaths, and he swallows hard, eyes studying your face for a sign of jest. There isnât any.
âYou knew? You knew?!" His fingers dig deep into your shoulders as he shakes your body, jaw tight in anger.
Sohee wasnât just a pretty girl, I mean, she wasâ is, gorgeous. But that was never the reason young and impressionable Seungkwan fell for her, no. He was a chubby-cheeked, awkward boy who blushed at just about anything, and she was a goddess, descending from heaven to help him gather his scattered books back into his hand-me-down backpack. And he held this crush, letting it root deep into his teenage heart and blossom into first love. He talked about her all the time, his every waking thought plagued by Sohee, you remember how angry he got whenever one of his sisters teased him about it.
Entering High-school, he gathered up his courage and on the last day of school, he confessed.
And she had this look on her face, of utter and total disgust. As if he wasnât even worthy of the oxygen he consumed. He was a mere bug that dared to enter her sight. She never uttered a word, but she didnât have to; As her friends threw insults, crushing his weakened spirit, Sohee laughed.
The following year, heâd become someone totally different.
You canât find it in your heart to mind his reaction, you actually understand it and you feel nothing but sorry, âI mean⌠She wouldnât shut up about it. The whole town knows, I thought your mum had told you.â
âShe didnât.â
He lets go of you with a push and you stumble slightly.
You adjust your bag strap, âI figuredâŚâ
It seems the news finally settle into the pit of his stomach as Seungkwan runs his fingers through his perfectly styled hair with a heavy sigh. It crunches slightly under the weight of his fingers.
Heâs a thirty-year-old man crouched down in the middle of a deserted road in his minuscule hometown, grieving his ten-year-old plan of getting revenge on his first love. God, the paparazzi would have his ass had he been in Seoul.
But in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, the only audience is you; And despite your track record, you show empathy, like a real, feeling, breathing, human being and not a folklore swamp witch that ate children for breakfast.
âCome on,â You announce, jogging up to grab his wrist and drag him before he can protest.
The school was very well-located. Standing strong in the very middle of town, its pebbled paths are still the same decade after decade.
The trees stand strong, far older than either of you and certainly outlive you. Its leaves are a bright shade of green this time of year, lively and healthy. God, you skipped so many classes under that shady spot behind the gym.
When you stop at the side gate, Seungkwan is horrified.
âYouâre not planning to break in, are you?â
You roll your eyes, digging around in your purse for your crowded keychain. Itâs dangling with many keys, but they are outnumbered by the sheer amount of keychains you have. Childish and colourful they make all sorts of noises as you look for the right key. When you unlock the gate, his surprise is visible for almost an entire minute.
âI keep forgetting youâre someone with a job, given how nosy you are.â
His dig goes ignored as you pick your heels back up and head in without further notice. Seungkwan had no choice but to follow lest he wanted to stand on a deserted road in the middle of the night with nowhere to go.
Itâs a weird feeling coming back to your old high school after so long. The walls feel all too familiar at the same time they feel foreign. Scattered memories find their way into your thoughts as you navigate the ambience. Every corner holds a moment that would change you forever, that shaped you into the person you are. And yet, the decor has not changed, despite how much you have.
âIâll give you an exclusive tour through our lounge, how about that?â
You stretch your arms in a flashy way, pushing open the door labelled as âTeacherâs Loungeâ.
Becoming a middle school teacher was far from being your dream since childhood. It was something you had never thought of, but it felt natural once you received a recommendation from the guidance counsellor. Seungkwan bullied you over your sad, boring, life and how you were doomed to live in the middle of nowhere until you are wrinkly and old.
In the lounge, there are desks neatly arranged in the middle as well as a sofa in the corner with a fridge and a microwave. The decoration is minimal, a framed prize of excellence thatâs almost three or four decades old, but itâs the only one you have to display.
You launch your heels and bag toward the couch and bee-line for the fridge. All while Seungkwan feels out of place in such a saintly space for teachers, the child in him feels naughty for entering the lounge without being invited by a grown-up. (You donât count.)
Just behind the leftovers, in a box labelled âFrozen peas" was your communal stash of booze. Of course, no one was drinking on the job, but sometimes when you and your co-workers stayed back way past the sunset, youâd crack open a bottle to share.
âIs that allowed?!â Seungkwan widens his eyes at the familiar green bottles.
âItâs allowed as long as you mind your damn business,â You hiss, comfortably dropping into the battered old couch and patting the seat next to yours.
Giving up, Seungkwan cracks open his bottle and plops down next to you.
With a mischievous smile, you stretch your legs over his, laying down by the couch arm. He doesnât even bat an eye, not as much as a side-eye or grumble. God, he must feel like shit.
âWhatâs the plan for now?â You ask.
Seungkwan sighs, taking a long sip.
âI donât know⌠Itâs meaningless.â
âThereâs still plenty of ways of making her miserable,â You announce, taking a sip before announcing your marvellous idea. âOh, you could crash her wedding!â
He gives you a half-hearted laugh, it eases the anxiety that looms in your stomach.
âAnd go to jail? Lose my career?â Shit, he has a point. You hate when Seungkwan has a point. âNo, thanks.â
Youâre deep in thought, mulling over ways to obliterate Soheeâs happiness in the cruellest form possible when he speaks up.
âIâm pathetic.â
There are no other words the egomaniac, arrogant Boo Seungkwan could say that would break your heart. The atmosphere feels wrong, having those words dissipate into the air, become a reality as soon as he speaks them out loud.
âNo. No, youâre notâ You lean forward, a light hand coming to touch his shoulder.
You wish you had better words, you wish you could be normal for a second and be serious about your emotions without roundabout ways of making the conversation lighthearted lest you actually acknowledge how much he means to you.
âYes, I am. Iâm almost thirty and Iâm still fucking hung up on herâI mean, is that pathetic or what?
âKwannie, shut the fuck up, youâre our national treasure. Everyone we went to school with WISHES they were in the place you are right now.â
He shakes his head, but you donât allow yourself to be interrupted.
âDidnât you see how everyone looked at you tonight? You stole the spotlight from the moment you walked in. You have everything you worked for.â Seungkwan is quiet, biting on his lower lip. He appreciates your words and itâs implied by the small pat he gives to your thigh.
Youâve got the bottle attached to your lips as you toe off your ripped tights, peeling them off your tired legs. No saving this pair, too bad, they were brand new. Warm alcohol buzzing down his throat, Seungkwan is almost hypnotised by the sight of your creamy thighs peeking from under your skirt as you struggle with the fabric.
âI could fuck her husband,â You joke, throwing the useless tights across the room and barely missing the trash can.
âNo. No, you canât,â His tone is so overly-serious you just canât help but elaborate.
âThat would ruin her weddingâ Or do you mean I couldnât seduce him? I mean have you looked at me? I could totally bag that snarky city boy,â Youâre so engulfed in your argument, pulling your waistband over your feet that you donât see Seungkwan leaning over to pull you into his lap.
âNo, I mean. I wonât let you,â He stares deeply into your soul, hot breath hitting your lips, âYouâre not allowed to fuck him.â
Itâs the booze. It has to be.
I mean, why else would you, out of everyone, find this somewhat possessive behaviour so fucking hot?
Maybe itâs just how out of character it feels. Seungkwan always treated sex, with you at least, as such a mundane activity.
âwow. Sexist much?â You laugh awkwardly, wrapping your hands around his neck.
He smirks, âWhat? Like it doesnât make your pussy wet?â
Your breath hitches and your mouth feels dry, dry and lonely, especially when his lips look so soft and rosy covered in his high-end tinted lip balm. Youâd like to think itâs the alcohol clouding your judgement and that you are not that desperate for him in your other encounters.
Hypnotised by his lips, youâre melting into his body, finding your place on his lap. Every slight move of your hips his thighs tense up, your skirt has ridden far enough for your clothed core to touch his bulge, a shameful wet patch finding its way on the fabric.
âSay it again,â You ask and itâs a breathless plea that tickles his nose with lustful intent. Seungkwan smiles, eyes locked on the way you bite at your lower lips, so eagerly awaiting him.
âI wonât let you, you will not leave my sight,â He says, his adamâs apple bobs up and down in a dry swallow, âYou canât fuck anyone else.â
And you find his lips, consumed by your want. Mouth crashing on his with the weight of burnout, alcohol and horniness buzzing through your veins; Only heightened by how long itâs been since your last rendezvous.
Seungkwan holds your waist tight, fingers burying into your skin, leaving his mark everywhere they touch. He pulls you into his chest, impossibly close and even then, itâs not enough.
He groans into your mouth and you greedily swallow every sound he makes, eager to devour everything he will let you have, you will wait on hand for every drop of attention if you have to.
Arms secured around your hips, Seungkwan leans back. Youâre still glued to his lips, chest flushed with his; Hips mindlessly grinding against his slacks, every bit of friction a blessing bestowed on his strained erection.
âCome upââ He says, lessening his grip on your waist.
âWha⌠Whatââ Youâre panting against his lips, breath tickling sensitive skin making him regret parting the kiss.
âRide my faceââ Oh.
Well, he didnât have to say it twice.
Blood is rushing to your lower bits so fast you almost feel lightheaded, you want nothing but to crush his head between your thighs until he is out of breath and moaning nothing but your name.
He licks a long strip, moaning against your cunt at the intoxicating taste. Unconsciously, youâre thrusting your hips at his tongue, spreading your slick around his face.
Every time felt like the first when he tasted you on his tongue, when you dripped onto him, melted into his lips so willingly. When you moaned his name and chased your high, using him as you wished.
His nose bumps against your clit, making your body flinch instantly at the friction. Seungkwan chuckles against your cunt, tongue focused on prodding at your expectant hole. You gulp, reaching your hand to grab fistfuls of his hair, it crunches softly under your fingers, the hair pomade smells of tangerine.
Fingers digging into your flesh, he leaves crescent moons tattooed into your skin; part of you wishes they would last, constant reminders of him and every emotion that follows, you wish this moon cycle ended in something other than being left on read.
But at this moment, as Seungkwan eats your pussy like a starved man, bringing your hips closer and closer as if you were the very oxygen in his lungs, you can pretend.
With a soft mewl of his name, you glide your pussy along his open tongue, lewd wet noises filling your ears with sinful thoughts. His eyes are glazed with lust, staring up at you to capture every breath you take to drink your every moan with senseless intent.
âPull my hairââ he whines against your thighs, his voice is a hoarse whisper that tickles your sensitive skin, âPretend youâre my teacherâ Call me a bad boy,â Nipping at your skin, Seungkwan stares expectedly into your eyes.
God forbid you ever felt anything but maternal love for any of your snotty students, but Seungkwan words go straight to your pussy like a slap to your face. And youâre crushing his head between your thighs with such strength it has left the perfect imprint of your legs on his cheeks.
âYou are such a weirdoââ You reply, absolutely floored by his request and even more by how willing you are to comply with any of his wishes.
Seungkwan whimpers, biting at your skin. Every word that dances in malice travel through his burning body, eliciting goosebumps over every inch of skin.
âStop being such a brat and eat my pussy,â You command. The power feels dizzying, dripping from your lips with an unfamiliar venom.
âFuckââ He curses before diving back in.
His thumb finds your clit, toying with the sensitive nerve at a slow pace even as his tongue absolutely demolishes your hole. You whine, tightening your grip around the locks of his hair.
The vibrations coming from his soft moans are going straight into your core, travelling along your bloodstream, rushing to your brain with the addicting dopamine.
âYouâ Youâll be a good boy, huh?â You ask, unsure of how to phrase it, if it will please him, domination feels unfamiliar on your tongue, âBe aâ Fuck! Be a good boy and make me cumâŚ?â
He nods fervently against your pussy, nose tickling your clitoris with the perfect amount of pressure to make the knot in your belly tighten.
His name falls from your lips as you cum, keeling over with a strained moan, legs convulsing from sheer pleasure.
Seungkwan taps your thigh when he canât breathe and you pry yourself off his face, stumbling over your numb legs. A string connects your slick to his lips and you almost moan at the very sight.
âFuckâ That was hot. Youâre so fucking hotââ He smirks, pulling you flush to his chest, crashing his wet lips against yours and you can taste yourself on him.
And you taste of unrequited love.
His hands are on your body so caringly, caressing every inch of exposed skin and exposing more on his way. You part the kiss to urge him to remove the tee shirt he wears and he practically destroys your pretty button-up with how roughly he tears it apart.
You whine at the fact and he shushes you with soft promises of getting you something prettier.
Your chest feels so soft against his, heartbeats matching in ardent craving, longing for the next minutes you will spend in each otherâs arms.
When your hands find his perfectly ironed slacks, you can feel the strained bulge and the very obvious wet spot that stains the dark navy fabric. Seungkwan groans, flinching away from your touch as much as his brain yells at him to chase your hand.
âFuckâ I need your pussyâ Iâm gonna fuckinâ dieââ He groans, pulling your hands away before he can waste any of his cum on your hands. He canât do it today, he needs to be inside, to claim and conquer, to feel part of something.
Biting your lips at his words, you lay back, spreading your legs willingly. God, Seungkwan almost cums at the sight.
Youâre looking up at him with such a lewd glaze painting your doe eyes, your own slick coating your lips above smeared lipstick. Chest heaving, your tits heaving up and down with every bated breath.
He pries open his belt and lowers his trousers just enough to free his throbbing erection. You whine at the sight, it stands red and angry, oozing precum and so ready to plough you into tomorrow.
Seungkwan didnât wear condoms with you very often, only when he was fresh off a relationship and didnât have time to get tested before your meetings. The last time youâd met, he had just broken up with a rookie idol, a petite thing with big dreams and pretty eyes.
Heâd fucked his frustration into your hips that night, not a word about how his feelings. The next morning, he was back to normal.
But tonight, he was going to fill you up; God, it had been too long since he felt your walls clamping around his cock with such enthusiasm.
You adjust yourself over the pillow and watch as Seungkwan rubs himself over your slit, collecting as much lubrication as possible. Hissing, you hurry him up. He slightly thumbs at your hole, stretching it.
âJust fucking do it alreadyâ!â
He slaps your clit, âShut up.â
Crossing your arms, you look away in resentment. Seungkwan chuckles at the sight of your pouty lips.
âStop sulking, yeah?â He leans forward, whispering against your lips, âIâll fuck you nice and good once youâre ready,â His kisses are gentle against your swollen lips, collecting more of your cheap red lipstick that stains more than youâd wish.
Deciding youâre somewhat ready, but mostly giving in to the extreme horniness that burns through his bloodstream, Seungkwan slowly thrusts into your tight hole.
âH-Holy shitââ He chokes, leaning forward to bury his reddened face into your neck. âHow are you so fucking tight? No matter how many times I fuck youââ
He bottoms out, kissing the tip of your cervix, filling up the hole that sits at the bottom of your heart with plain arousal.
Your brain oozes dopamine at the stretch, tearing you apart to scramble your insides and batter your heart, only to put you back together with a single soft smile.
âFuckinâ Moveââ You managed to gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his chest flush to yours.
Seungkwan half-worries he might go too harsh, that youâre not ready by how tight you still are; But youâre thrusting your hips against his, mewling sweet, tempting pleas against his ear.
So he cedes to your wishes, hips pistoning into yours with relentless desire. Your pussy squelches lewdly around his cock, a ring of arousal pooling around the base. He groans at the sight.
And youâre squirming under him, his name dripping from your tongue in a harmonic prayer.
Between thrusts, he finds your lips with the intent to drink your every moan, every syllable of his name that leaves your lips in a breathy moan.
Hands tight on your hips, Seungkwan lifts your leg to wrap around his waist, allowing him more leverage to plough your pussy as he wishes, to ravage you in every way. Stake his claim in the most primal way possible.
The new angle allows him to caress your sensitive spot with every merciless shove of his dick into your hole. The sofa creaks under the weight of you, and youâre silently praying it doesnât break because you will flee the country before you explain to the principal why the lounge couch is broken.
Tears leak from your glazed eyes, you bury your face into his hair, smelling the citric hair gel, the woody cologne he created in a collab with an indie brand a couple years back.
Seungkwan nips at your neck, biting at your skin, trying his damndest to hold back the groans that want to escape, the praise that boils over on his tongue at how well you take him, on how you were made for him. Words that feel heavy, that elicit tears from your eyes and make you clench around him too hard.
âCome on, come onââ He urges, hand reaching to rub at your clit. Knowing fully he wonât last long.
âFuckâ Mâ close!â You whine, arching your back, handing yourself on a plater, pliant and willing.
When you come, youâre silent, pulling at his hair with breathy gasps. Your walls convulse around him, milking his cock for all heâs worth, coaxing his own orgasm.
Seungkwan comes undone in hot spurts, painting you white with his cum, collapsing against your chest with a faint whisper of your name.
Still inside, he wraps his arms around your waist, peppering soft kisses along your collarbone.
He is only loving in the aftermath when the room smells of sex.
You wake up not too long after, and Seungkwan snores softly on your chest, drooling over your sweaty skin. You feel anything but sexy, all clammy and gross. And heâs gone soft and you can feel the cum leaking over your thighs.
With a sigh, you grab a pillow from the floor, shoving it under his head so you can hopefully leave without waking the beast. Luckily, youâre out of his embrace.
Plucking your clothes from the floor, you realise only one of the buttons remains on your blouse. Cursing Seungkwan in your head, you wear it anyway, having nothing better. You pull the skirt down after wiping away the fluids from your skin.
Seungkwan groans, mouth dry and arms numb, he sits up.
âSorry, did I wake you?â You ask, leaning over the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
âWhat time is it?â His voice is hoarse, it tickles your tummy with the tempting domesticity.
âJust past two. Whenâs your flight?â
âAt six,â He huffs, leaning against his knees.
You offer him some water, which he gladly accepts.
The silence isnât awkward, itâs a comfortable blanket of omission that hides in its thread the unresolved feelings that snowball over decades.
âDo you miss it?â You ask, eyes focused on the night scenery outside the window, not nearly courageous enough to stare at him.
âWhat?â
âOur school years.â
âNo fucking way. They sucked,â He laughs.
You chuckle.
âDidnât you have fun? We used to go over to Chanâs after school and make his life a living hell.â
Seungkwan laughs at the nostalgic memory.
Lee Chan was the brother of an upperclassman and you became friends by chance. He was absolutely obsessed with girl groups and you, Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung just loved to make fun of his taste.
âWhat is he doing these days? Man, he was so easy to mess with.â
âHe left for Seoul, to become a trainee in high school.â
He nods.
âIf⌠If it hadnât been for Sohee, do you think youâd have enjoyed it?â
Itâs almost a hopeful question, a melancholic plea for acknowledgement. In the underlines, there is a secret question, âDo you miss me?â
ââŚI donât know, maybe.â He shrugs.
maybe.
That was enough for you.
When he gets into the uber with a soft wave, heading back into his glamorous lifestyle, youâre left to pick the pieces of your heart back up, glue them all together with a boring routine and mind-numbing deskwork until he can break them again.
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