Warnings :: smut 18+, dirty talks, oral sex, sex (unprotected), handjobs, fingering, rubbing, pussy slapping, belt abuse, gagging, choking, power imbalance, praise kink. This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed are purely imaginary. Please read responsibly and ensure you are of legal age to view mature content. (Lmk if I forgot anything else)
Summary :: She was supposed to be nothing more than another victim. His favorite target. Every cruel prank, every sharp word, every lingering stare was meant to break her… until he realized he couldn’t stop watching her. The line between obsession and hatred slowly blurred, and the boy who made her life miserable became the one who couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. (Book on wattpad)
Genre :: Dark Romance / Bully-to-Lover / High School AU
Warning :: Themes of obsessive behavior, bullying, and psychological manipulation.
The corridor exploded into noise. Students flooded out, laughing and chatting, but Ji-ah moved like a hunted animal—head ducked, clutching her bag against her chest, practically sprinting toward the exit.
She didn't make it ten steps.
A hand slammed against the locker right beside her face, blocking her path with a metallic CLANG.
"Going somewhere in such a hurry?"
Ni-ki’s voice was too close. His taller frame caged her in, shadow swallowing her completely. She could smell his cologne—the same expensive scent she'd been forced to notice a thousand times during his torment.
His dark eyes, usually so cold when he looked at her, held something different today. Hungry. Obsessive.
"You didn't even say goodbye to me, Ji-ah." His tone was mocking, dripping with that same false sweetness he used right before he destroyed something.
He shifted his weight, pressing his knee between hers, effectively locking her against the lockers. The playful cruelty was there, the mask of the bully she knew too well, but his gaze didn't waver from her face.
Ji-ah hesitated, opening her mouth to speak but decided against it and remained silent.
"That's what I thought." A cruel smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, satisfied by her silence. He leaned in closer, his breath fanning over her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Still so terrified of me?" he whispered, his fingers reaching out to toy with a strand of her hair—the gesture almost gentle, but terrifying given who it came from.
He watched her closely, waiting for any reaction. Her silence only seemed to fuel his obsession further. Suddenly, he grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers in a tight grip that hurt almost instantly.
"Ni-ki stop!" She gasped, terrified.
"Stop?" The word left his lips like a laugh, but his grip only tightened, his thumb pressing possessively over her knuckles. "When have I ever stopped, Ji-ah?"
He pulled her flush against his chest, close enough that she could feel his heartbeat—steady, controlled, predatory. "You ran from me. That was a mistake."
The bell for next period rang.
The hallway cleared instantly, students flooding into classrooms, leaving the two of them completely alone.
Ni-ki leaned down, trapping her against the lockers with terrifying ease. "Running away doesn't make me disappear, sweetheart. It only makes me chase you harder."
He tapped her nose lightly—mockingly. "You know the rules. If you run, I catch."
"Catch?" Ji-ah's voice came out brittle, fragile. She couldn't meet his eyes. "Since when do I have to play your sick games, Nishimura?"
"Since the moment you existed." His hand found her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Every time you flinch. Every time you hide. It's not fear anymore, is it?"
"It's obsession, Ji-ah." Ni-ki tapped his finger against her trembling lower lip, his voice dropping into something terrifyingly soft. "You run, I hunt. You hide, I find. That has been our dynamic since day one."
"Then stop hunting me." She tried to push his chest away. "Leave me alone."
"Because if I leave you alone," Ni-ki whispered, his grip tightening on her chin to keep her face locked on his, "you might actually disappear." His eyes darkened, the playful malice shifting into something heavy and suffocating. "And I can't have that."
"You treat me like garbage, Ni-ki." Her voice shook. "You make my life hell."
"And yet, every single moment of your hell is with me." Ni-ki leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "I torment you, Ji-ah. I torture you every day. But at least I'm consistent."
"At least you know where I stand." His thumb stroked her jawline—an unsettlingly tender gesture that contradicted everything his reputation screamed. "Other guys? They pretend to be nice while they gossip behind your back." He smirked. "I don't pretend. I make sure everyone knows you belong to my little game."
Ji-ah flinched at the word belong.
"Yes, belong." Ni-ki repeated, his eyes gleaming with that dangerous possessiveness. "You belong in my games, in my mind, in my fucking sight." His free hand snaked around her waist, pulling her even closer until she was completely trapped against him.
"I'm the devil you know, Ji-ah." His lips brushed her cheek as he spoke, his voice dropping into something intimate and terrifying. "The monster who actually shows his face instead of pretending to be your friend." His fingers tightened possessively on her hip.
"Every time you cry..." Ni-ki trailed off, thumb tracing her lower lip. "I feel it." The confession was chilling. "Every time someone else dares to touch what's mine—even if 'mine' means tormenting you—I want to break them."
Ji-ah swallowed hard. "I'm not yours."
"Liar." His eyes darkened.
"You wear my attention like a second skin," Ni-ki hissed, fingers digging into her waist, making her gasp. "My taunts? My stares? My hands on you right now?"
"That doesn't make me yours!"
"It makes you obsessed with me." He leaned so close his nose pressed against hers. "Just like I'm obsessed with breaking you."
"Every goddamn morning I wake up thinking about what new way I can make your life miserable." His voice was honest, cruelly honest. "Every laugh I get from teasing you, every red face, every tear... I fucking collect them." He grinned darkly. "You're my drug."
"And the worst part?" Ni-ki's grip on her waist loosened, just to grab her wrist instead and press her palm over his heart. "My heart rate only spikes when you're near. When I'm hurting you. When I'm making you mine."
"Feel that?" His heart thundered beneath her palm, loud and frantic against the rhythm. "Pretend this is the heart of the boy who makes your life hell."
His other hand cradled the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair—possessive, intimate.
"It beats for you, Ji-ah."
Ji-ah stared at him, completely trapped between his cruel reputation and this terrifying confession. "You bully me. You humiliate me. You destroy my confidence."
"And I would burn the world down before anyone else touches you." Ni-ki leaned down, forehead pressing against hers. "My cruelty is exclusive. My obsession is yours."
"So keep running," Ni-ki whispered against her lips. "Keep hiding. I'm right behind you. I'm always behind you." His thumb brushed over her mouth, applying slight pressure to part her lips. "Because the moment you disappear from my sight, I'll lose my fucking mind."
"You can hate me, Ji-ah." His tone was terrifyingly soft, dropping to a whisper against her mouth. "You can scream, cry, or despise my existence." His fingers stroked her cheek, possessive and tender simultaneously.
"But never, ever mistake my cruelty for indifference." He tapped her nose. "I fucking worship you."
"I worship the way your eyes water when I call you pathetic. I worship the way you crumble under my touch. I worship every single reaction you give me." Ni-ki's voice was reverent, devotional, yet his words were poison. "That is my love language, darling. Cruelty." He smirked darkly. "Welcome to my twisted devotion."
Before Ji-ah could even process his twisted declaration, Ni-ki yanked her away from the lockers, his grip unbreakable. "We're leaving."
"No— Ni-ki, class starts—"
"I don't give a fuck about class." He dragged her through the back exit of the school, ignoring the few students who scattered like frightened mice at the sight of him.
His black Porsche sat idling at the curb, engine purring like a predator waiting to strike. He practically shoved her into the passenger seat before slamming the door shut and locking it remotely.
"Shut up." He was already driving, tires screeching as he peeled out of the parking lot. The school gates vanished in his rearview mirror.
He drove in furious, dangerous silence, the Porsche's engine roaring like a wild beast. Trees blurred outside the windows as he navigated winding forest roads with ruthless precision. The house loomed into view—a secluded wooden mansion his family owned, nestled deep within the woods.
The headlights cut through the forest mist as the car crunched over gravel, stopping before a sprawling wooden house. No neighbors. No witnesses. Just him and his obsession. He killed the engine, the silence pressing down on them.
"You wanted to run, Ji-ah." He stepped out, rounding the car to open her door before she could move. His hand locked around her wrist.
"Now you have nowhere to go."
He marched her up the stone path, unlocked the heavy oak door, and shoved her inside. The interior was rustic yet luxurious—stone fireplace, vaulted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the forest. No electricity, just the dim glow of emergency lights. Completely isolated.
Ni-ki slammed the door shut behind them, the echo thunderous.
"This is where I bring everything I want to break." Ni-ki's voice was low, almost conversational, but his eyes were predatory. He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it aside before advancing on her. "My parents own twenty acres. No phones. No internet. No escape."
He boxed her against a wall, just like at school.
"No teachers to save you." He traced her jawline with his finger. "No friends to hear you scream." His other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him. "No one will disturb us while I teach you what happens when you run from me." His thumb pressed over her lip.
"Ni-ki, I—" Ji-ah's voice trembled, but he cut her off by pressing his thumb deeper, forcing her mouth open slightly.
"Shh." He leaned in, lips hovering over her ear. "You're going to learn what it means to be mine. Not the school version—this version." He nipped her earlobe.
"In here," he whispered darkly, his hands squeezing her waist, "I'm not just your tormentor. I'm your captivity. Your punishment. Your pleasure." He spun her around suddenly, pressing her face against the cool wall, his body caging her in.
"This house is soundproof, Ji-ah." His chest crushed against her back, trapping her completely. "You can scream, cry, beg, or curse my name. The only person who will hear you is me."
His hand slid up her throat, tilting her head back.
"School was public torture. This is private ownership." He bit her earlobe. "Behave."
"Public Ni-ki was just warming up." His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Private Ni-ki? He's the monster who keeps you awake at night." He spanked her hard, making her yelp. "He has no mercy. No limits. No off-switch."
"And this weekend," he whispered against her neck, his hand smoothing over the spot he’d just struck, "I have exactly forty-eight hours to rewire your brain." He kicked her legs apart with his knee, forcing her stance open. "I’m going to strip away that defiance until you understand exactly who owns you."
Ji-ah gripped the wall, tears pricking her eyes.
"Cry later," he commanded, already pulling her shirt up over her head and discarding it. "Right now, you’re learning Lesson One: my rules, my territory, my fucking world. The weak survive by submitting, not fighting."
He unbuckled his belt with a sharp metallic sound that echoed in the silent house.
"Lesson Two: disobedience is punished. Immediately."
Ji-ah's breath hitched as she heard the belt slide free from his jeans. She tried to twist around, but his hand on her throat kept her face pressed to the wall.
"Stop fighting." He wrapped the belt loosely around her neck from behind, tugging her back against his chest. "The tighter you struggle, the tighter I pull." His lips brushed her ear.
"Listen carefully," His voice was terrifyingly calm. "In this house, my belt is your leash. My hands are your prison. My mouth is your only source of comfort." He nipped her ear again. "And my cock?" He pressed against her lower back.
"Is your reason for existing." His hips rolled slightly, grinding against her. "So start learning your place, pet. Before I start teaching you with bruises instead of words." He released her throat, only to grab both her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. The other hand unbuttoned his jeans.
"Now," he growled, pushing his jeans and boxers down enough to free himself, "you have two options. One: spread your legs and take what’s coming to you quietly. Two: keep your legs shut and feel my belt until you bleed."
His free hand yanked down her shorts and underwear in one brutal motion, leaving her exposed and vulnerable against the wall. She gasped, trying to close her legs, but his knee forced them apart again.
"Wrong fucking choice." He reached for the belt at her neck, but paused, taking in her trembling form. "Such a stubborn thing." His cock twitched against her ass.
"Too bad I love breaking them." He wrapped the belt around his hand, keeping the leather end dangling menacingly. "Last chance to open your legs." His other hand gripped his erection, positioning it against her untouched pussy. "Or I’ll beat your cunt red before I fuck it."
Tears streamed down Ji-ah's face as she stood frozen, torn between defiance and self-preservation. Ni-ki's threat hung heavy in the air, the belt a constant reminder of the pain he was capable of inflicting.
"Three seconds, Ji-ah." He tapped her clit lightly with the head of his cock, mocking her hesitation. "Three... two..." The belt cracked softly against her thigh, a warning sting.
Her legs instinctively opened, trembling in surrender. Ni-ki instantly rewarded the submission, sliding his hand between her thighs to stroke her wet folds. "Good girl."
"Good girl..." He murmured against her neck, his fingers teasingly light as they played with her pussy. The belt went unused, hanging loose at his side as he rewarded her submission instead of punishing it. "Look at you..." He pushed two fingers inside her suddenly, making her whimper.
"So pretty and obedient." His fingers curled inside her, finding her G-spot with cruel precision. "Much better than getting beaten, isn't it?" He pulled his fingers out slowly, replacing them with the head of his cock. "This is what happens when you're a good girl."
"Such a good fucking girl," he praised darkly, pushing his hips forward to fill her completely. He gripped her waist tightly, using her body for his pleasure as he began to thrust slowly. "This pussy was made for my cock." His other hand reached around to pinch her clit roughly.
He established a brutal rhythm—deep, punishing thrusts that made her gasp and cry out, the soundproof walls swallowing every sound. "Take it," he grunted against her shoulder, teeth scraping her skin. "Every fucking inch of what you've been denying me."
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her around, and pushed her onto the floor, spreading her legs wide.
"Now I can see that pretty cunt while I fuck it." He grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs back until they were almost touching the floor beside her head, opening her completely. Without warning, he slammed back inside her, making her cry out in shock and pain.
"Fuck, look at that stretch." He watched his thick length disappearing inside her tiny pussy, his hips snapping forward brutally. "This is what you get for being a fucking tease." He released one ankle to slap her inner thigh hard, leaving a red handprint.
Ji-ah couldn't stop the broken, wanton moans tearing from her throat as his heavy cock pounded relentlessly into her G-spot. Her body betrayed her, trembling and arching into his brutal rhythm. Ni-ki lowered his head, capturing her mouth in a savage, possessive kiss that swallowed her cries.
"Mine," he whispered against her lips, thrusting harder.
"Mine," he breathed against her lips, kissing her deeper as he fucked her mercilessly. "This pussy is mine. These moans are mine. Every fucking tear is mine." He pulled back just enough to watch her face contort with pleasure and pain, repeating "mine" like a dark litany between brutal thrusts. "Your legs are mine. Your mouth is mine."
"Your fucking soul is mine." He reached between their bodies, pressing his thumb against her clit while continuing his devastating pace. "You're mine, Ji-ah. Completely. Utterly. Fucking mine."
Her head thrashed against the floor, moans spilling out uncontrollably as his thumb rolled over her sensitive clit and his cock hammered relentlessly. "Mine," he chanted against her lips, kissing her bruising, tongue claiming every inch of her mouth. "My pussy. My moan. My broken girl. My everything." He thrust deep enough to make her arch off the ground. "Mine."
The room filled with the wet sounds of his violent penetration and her desperate cries, every "mine" whispered like a vow as he shattered her piece by piece. His thumb pressed harder, rubbing circles over her swollen bud. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you milk this dick while I claim you."
Her thighs trembled violently, clenching around him.
"There you go," he praised darkly, kissing her harder as she began to fall apart. "Soak my fucking dick with your cum. Show me whose pussy this is." He kept thrusting, his movements erratic and brutal as he chased his own release. "Mine. Mine."
Her body shattered under the relentless assault, orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave. She screamed into his mouth, pussy clenching and gushing around his cock, soaking him completely. Ni-ki groaned into the kiss, finally letting go as her vice-like walls milked him dry.
He filled her with three long, thick pulses of his release, marking her from the inside.
"Mine," he gasped against her lips, still kissing her even as his cock twitched inside her, draining every last drop. He kept her legs pinned back, keeping her exposed and filled with him. "Always fucking mine." He kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then her swollen lips again. "You're not going anywhere. Ever." The words were a promise and a prison.
He slowly pulled out of her, making them both groan at the sensitivity. Immediately, his cum started leaking out of her well-used pussy, dripping onto the floor beneath her ass. "Look at that," he murmured, spreading her lips to watch more of his release spill out.
With a swift motion, he grabbed her ankle and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up without gentleness. His hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades to keep her face down. "Spread your legs wider," he ordered, running his free hand possessively over her ass.
"Look at this," he murmured, giving her ass a sharp smack that made her yelp into the floor. "Red and fucked-out and dripping my cum." He gathered some of the leaking fluid with his fingers and pushed it back inside her, making her whimper.
"Keep it inside," he commanded sternly, forcing his fingers deep to plug his release. "You don't waste a single drop of what I give you." He withdrew his fingers only to land a hard, stinging slap across her pussy, making her jolt forward. "Now arch your back." He pressed the leather belt against her lower back. "Ass up, face down."
Ji-ah whimpered, her body trembling as she forced her back into a deep arch, burying her face into the floor. She raised her hips high, offering her ass and dripping pussy to him completely. Ni-ki admired the view for a moment—her swollen, used cunt dripping with his release, her reddened ass cheeks trembling.
His large hands grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them wide open, exposing her tight, fluttering asshole and her pussy leaking his cum. The view was filthy—her hole dripping white, her swollen folds perfectly pink and ruined.
"Beautiful," he murmured, tapping her asshole teasingly. "Every inch belongs to me." He kept her spread open, studying her intimate parts with obsession.
He leaned down, pressing his lips against her entrance, licking a long, wet stripe from her asshole to her clit. She cried out, her hips bucking forward desperately.
"Stay still." He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red handprint. "You took my cock so well, I wonder what your tight little asshole can do."
His thumb circled her puckered rim, pressing against the tight muscle just enough to make her clench in panic. "So tense," he murmured, spanking her asshole lightly. He let his spit drip down onto her rear entrance, using his thumb to massage the wetness into the virgin hole. "Every hole is mine, Ji-ah. Including this one."
"My sweet girl." He rubbed his thumb over the tight, untouched asshole, applying gentle pressure that made her whimper. "This pretty little hole is mine." He tapped the rim firmly, making her flinch. "Eventually, I'm going to stretch this open and take it."
He leaned down, kissing her tailbone. "But right now, you behave."
His rough hand rubbed soothing circles on her lower back while his thumb continued teasing her rim. "So soft here," he breathed against her skin, pressing slightly deeper. "Fucking gorgeous." He spat on her hole again, his thumb sinking halfway in to a choked sob from underneath him. "Feel that? You take my thumb so well."
"Mmm, look at that pretty hole gripping my thumb." He began to slowly fuck her ass with his thumb, stretching the untouched muscle open. "So innocent here. Only for me." He leaned down, biting her ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark. "Only ever for me, understood?"
She whimpered but nodded desperately into the floor. "Good girl." He started pulling his thumb out slowly, watching her hole suck at him greedily. Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he rubbed the tip of his cock against her asshole instead, testing the fit.
"Not today," he groaned, feeling her clench around nothing. "Not today."
He used his cock to tease her hole instead, grinding against the rim, rolling the head through her tightening muscle without actually pushing in. Every time she thought he would give in, he pulled back. She was left panting, desperate, her ass throbbing around empty air.
"Patience," he scolded, smacking her ass again.
"Flip over," he ordered roughly, helping her roll onto her back. Her legs fell open automatically, too exhausted to close. The sight made his cock twitch painfully—her pussy completely destroyed, pink and swollen and leaking his cum mixed with her blood.
"Beautiful mess," he murmured, prodding her distended pussy. Her ruined walls were swollen and bloody, thick ropes of his cum dripping mixed with her crimson release. The scent was intoxicating—his musk and her arousal and blood. He spread her legs wider, admiring the view. "Look what you did to yourself, baby. Completely fucked." He rubbed his thumb against her bloody slit.
"So fucking ruined," he whispered darkly, swirling his thumb through the mixture of cum and blood coating her swollen folds. "You bled for me." He pressed down on her entrance, forcing more of the pinkish fluid to leak out onto the floor. "My perfect little ruined girl." He leaned down, kissing the trembling skin of her inner thigh right next to her mess.
He traced his fingers along her slit, parting her lips to reveal the devastating damage inside. Her pussy was stretched open, the walls scarlet and puffy, гaping slightly even without his cock inside. He could see every ripple and fold, every place where his hardness had pushed against her softness.
"Completely destroyed," he murmured, mesmerized by the bleeding, swollen cunt that looked thoroughly broken. He tapped the ruined entrance, watching more pinkish fluid spill out. Her pussy wasn't just fucked—it was claimed, ruined by his size and violence.
"My masterpiece." He leaned down, pressing a loving kiss directly onto her bleeding folds. "My sweet, broken girl."
Her hips jerked at the tender kiss, a soft whimper escaping her ruined lips. Ni-ki stayed down there, pressing soft, worshipful kisses all over her abused entrance, making no attempt to hide his obsession. He licked up the leaking cum-blood mixture, tasting her.
"You need to heal a little," he murmured against her flesh, his breath hot on her thighs.
He grabbed a towel from his bag, dampening it with warm water before gently cleaning her ruined pussy. His touch was surprisingly tender as he wiped away the bloody mess, revealing how red and swollen she truly was. Her folds were puffy and tender, the inner walls visibly torn in places.
"Let me take care of you now," he whispered, kissing her trembling thigh. "Just relax."
