Front man with serial killer reader that he bailed out of jail?
Fuck Respect (Front Man x Serial Killer!Reader)
♡ Synopsis || The games need an extra spice to keep things more entertaining. The Front Man has been tasked to settle an agreement with the one that has been found to be the most competent for this role, even if it means they are a notorious serial killer who is known to play by their own rules.
♡ Content warnings || Handcuffed, teasing, switching power dynamics, fingering, edging, basically hate fucking but there’s more hate than actual fucking
♡ Author’s note || Ooo, love how different this is, I like it! Unfortunately, that only makes it equally as hard to meet expectations. Most people want the porn instead of the plot, but there's more dialogue here than action, sorry. I am also a bit worried that I went too off-topic and OOC, the reader here is more of a brat than a serial killer. I hope this is still satisfactory for you and enjoyable for everyone else to read though!
+ The Reader does not have a specified gender or sex in this! They can be whatever you want them to be.
Just when you thought you got your ticket to freedom, you wake up in another prison. The last thing you remember was some men wearing hot pink taking you out of jail. Now, you are locked in a room with your dominant hand cuffed onto the chair you were placed on, trying to regain your senses.
“You are up,” a deep voice, almost mechanical, broke the silence.
“Who are you? Where am I?” voices echoed as you spoke at the dark figure in front of you.
“I am here to make a deal,” the dark blur continued. “We have observed your capabilities and have concluded that you would be a suitable asset for us.” It wasn’t long after until your vision cleared up, and you could see the person talking to you. He sat directly on the opposite side of you, looking inscrutable. Never mind, he wore an expressionless mask that covered his entire face.
“Tch, and I thought cheap Halloween masks were my thing.”
"We have heard about the machinery you can produce, and like them to be a valuable addition to our annual games."
"Games?" you question. "You brought me here to make some party games for you?"
"These games are different, and quite possibly may be of your liking," he said.
Ah, you get it now. "So you want me to help you create a killing game?" This definitely wasn't the first time someone asked you to build stuff for them. "What's in it for me?"
"We can guarantee your freedom and safety," the guy in black continued. He opened a large briefcase in front of him. "And we will also give you this."
Piles of money were stashed neatly inside. There was no doubt that there was at least ten million won in there, no, even more maybe. You’ll admit it, there was a lot, but it’s not anything new to you.
“I don’t need my freedom and safety to be in your hands,” you scoff. “And money means no shit to me”
“We understand that you are an independent individual, and have expected your reluctance,” he answered. “We still had hope that we could convince you to join. Trust us, we can all help each other.”
“Who the fuck is ‘we’?” you exclaimed. “I don’t even know who you are, how am I supposed to know about every other person you are referring to? Why the fuck should I trust you?”
“You are Y/N, an infamous serial killer who used advanced technology to eliminate your victims and discarded them in unique ways. Your years of murder were finally put to an end when you were caught in October 2007,” he said. “I am the Front Man here. The point of our organisation is to allow everyone an opportunity to redeem themselves here.”
“Well, looks like you have done your research,” you acknowledge. “Firstly, I don’t see myself as just a serial killer. I like to call myself more of an artist.” You slightly lean closer. “Secondly, if you know me so well, why did you leave one of my hands uncuffed? I can easily pick one of these,” a grin widened on your face, “aren’t you afraid I can kill you right here if I wanted to?”
“I know how foolish this may be, but this was to prove that we trust you,” he reached into his pocket and revealed a gun. “If you don’t cooperate, I can kill you right here if I wanted to as well.”
“Bullshit.” Your grin slightly grew. “If you trusted me, you wouldn’t keep using the term ‘we’. You are nothing but a minion, aren’t you?”
“I cannot disclose any information about the Host if that’s what you are implying.”
“I’m just saying, why should I accept your offer if you can’t do one simple thing of trusting me? Come here then, prove to me that you trust me as much as you trust your boss’s orders.”
“You have to promise to stay.”
“Sheesh, you must be obsessed with me if you need me that badly. Come on then, I will stay if you prove you actually have faith in me.”
Slowly, he followed your orders and crept closer to you. “Still so hesitant. Put the gun down, and come down here.”
The Front Man put his gun down, away from where he could reach. He kneeled down closer to you until you could see a little shine in his eyes behind the mask. The realisation of the power you now had soiled your brain. There was so much you can do now with your captor vulnerable like this, you decide you should take this opportunity to have some fun.
"You can see my face, show me yours now," you say as you slip your uncuffed hand underneath his hoodie, brushing his hair.
The Front Man grabs your wrist and pushes it aside. "I have already shown you my trust, now keep your end of the deal and join us."
"You said you would stay."
"Yeah, stay here. It's not like I am going anywhere anyway," you let out a slight, maniacal giggle.
"This conversation is not leading anywhere. I will wait for your final decision,” he remarked as he was about to leave.
"Pff, boring. Don't you ever have anything fun to do?" As he was about to walk away, you grab his hand.
"Loosen up a little," you said. "I bet you never had real fun before." His hand slightly quivered, making you feel more powerful. "Did you know, fear can lead to arousal."
Within a second, you pull his hand towards in between your thighs. Biting your bottom lip, you lock his hand until all he could do is try to struggle to release it. "Aa, fuck~ You know you want to.~"
He stops after his second attempt to release his hand, staring dead into your eyes.
"You are making a mistake."
"Puh-lease, I am only helping you," you answer. "It's clear to me that you don’t follow anything beyond your orders. I am the one giving you a chance now, a chance for your freedom, a chance to take what you deserve."
"What exactly do you think you can give me?"
"Everyone needs a little slut to show what one is really capable of," you remark in a suggestive tone, "Or perhaps you actually like being a little bitch who obeys commands." He makes no comment.
Your moans mixed with small cackles as you grinded yourself on his hand. "Aaa~ Mister, or do you prefer master? You are going to make me come~"
Roughly, he pulls his hand away, claiming back his ownership. "That's enough."
“Pussy,” you pouted while you watch him take his gloves off. “You can’t stay like this forever. Even someone like you will end up snapping.”
“You act like you know what I need, but I can easily see what you truly desire.”
He certainly knew how to keep stoic. “And what might that be?”
“You act like you are divine, but even you know it’s to hide how pathetic you really are,” he stated.
“You better watch your words, Mr Front Man.”
“Along with that, the lack of physical contact has driven you to feel desire in many different ways,” he said while still sounding monotonous. “You have reached so low that you crave the slightest forms of touch. I can see the temptation right through your eyes.”
“What are you, a detective?”
You were about to make another silly remark, but while you least expected it the Front Man cuffed your free hand onto the chair.
“Hey, what do you think you ar-” before you could finish, the Front Man’s hand slipped in between your legs, lining up with your entrance.
The sudden loss of dominance silenced you. You tried to struggle your way out, but all you could feel was the presence of the man in front of you enjoying it. Maybe deep down, you actually wanted this shift of power.
His fingers outlined your passage. “This should help you behave.”
“I could kill you for this you know?”
“Why would you? ‘You know you want to’,” his final comment was before he forcibly slid one of his fingers in. Ah, you felt yourself wrap around him. His constant glaze at you made you feel more embarrassed than you should. God, he was really showing you who was in charge here. Slowly, he built up momentum, pushing his finger in and out of your insides. He explored through your tunnel in many ways, enough to prevent each other from getting bored.
Another one slipped in, creating a scissoring motion inside you. You bite your cheeks in order to hide any unwanted sounds coming out of your mouth. Fuck, why was he good at this? He penetrated his fingers in you steadily, but with a strong passion. He knows how to make you feel good. If he kept this up he might as well-
A third finger slipped in, and this time you bite yourself harder. This is the most you recall ever being in you. The glare from behind the Front Man’s mask intensified as he kept tampering with your insides. It wasn’t clear whether he was constantly observing in case you escape, to make sure you were enjoying it, or just for him to see you weak. You didn’t know whether to moan loudly to spite him or to keep silent and show how much you hate being used as a tool. Like that would matter, he brought you here to use you in one way or another. It didn’t matter whether it was for your labour or his own personal pleasure. Just when you thought you could not get any more exposed and helpless, his touch suddenly sent a shock through your spine.
“Found it,” he said when he noticed your reaction, despite how hard you tried to hide that pleasure. His police instincts made him more perceptive than anyone else.
“No, I am the one fucking you.” He strongly brushed his fingers past that one sweet spot, making you grunt.
Oh god, you were close. How could you possibly already come this close? Surely you could last at least a few minutes, he barely even did anything to you. But no, you were coming, and he knew it. His mask may be emotionless but his lust was clearly seen. Just as you were about to climax, he drew his fingers back out.
“I thought you didn’t like it.”
“Didn’t mean you could stop.”
“Why should I keep going? You are no use to me.”
Damn, he was making you do it no matter what.
“Fine, I will join your team or whatever. Just don’t leave me turned on here like this!”
“I can do whatever I want with you.” Man, was he really testing your limits. “Not only will you listen and work with us, but you will learn to respect the way we do things here. Only then, I will reward you.”
There was nothing you could do. Your desire had grown way too far, and there was no stopping now. You couldn’t kill him either, not like this. What was the worst that could happen?
“Alright, I promise I will be an obedient little pig. Just hurry up and finish what you started.”
