Pairing: Lin YanJun X Reader
Alternative Universe: Yes
Warnings: Sexual references
A/N: @xilverxtar0423, have fun
You opened your eyes, awaken by the sunlight coming from the huge glass window you had on your room. Looking around, slowly, your blurred vision soon turned into a clear one; you could finally see the mess your room was turned into last night. Glass was all over a small part of the floor — mixed with papers, notebooks, and pens — due to the picture frames he broke after throwing them off the table; his clothes were all in the chair, after he put them down, peacefully, while you were handcuffed to the bed; your green dress was thrown over the TV, after he threw the fabric over his head, not caring where it’d stop; your fluffy light blue blanket was on the floor, while the sheet was half out of the mattress; the glass cup, that yesterday was filled with ice, was now filled with warm water; the three candles were not lightened up anymore.
Looking behind you, you saw that YanJun was still soundless asleep. His pretty mouth was slightly open, his eyebrows were furrowed, his hair was messy, and his hands clutched at the pillow under his head; he looked like a troubled angel. Looking over his head, you saw the metal handcuffs, that, since yesterday, were locked to the headboard. Feeling the cold air hit your face, you asked yourself why in hell was that window opened, and then it hit you.
Right, he wanted it open last night.
YanJun was always a heavy sleeper, so you didn’t bother much about minimizing your movements, you just wanted to go and close the damn glass window; you were cold. But, unfortunately, leaving the bed seemed quite impossible, considering that every time you tried to move, you’d want to scream in pain. Your hands clutched hard into the mattress as you bit your lip — in order not scream, or cry — gathering all your forces to pull yourself up and off the bed.
You felt a bit dizzy, due to your quick movements, but soon started to walk — well, tried to walk — to the window. After closing it, you saw your underwear on the floor and ended up putting it back on; on your way back to the bed, you stopped by the human-sized mirror to take a good look on yourself. You were a mess; you were broken; you were hurt. Your hair, tied in a low ponytail, was messy due to the enormous amount of time he pulled at it last night; your mascara was ruined, you had red all around your lips — his kisses made your lipstick beautifully stain your face — and your bottom lip was severally bruised due to his, and yours, bitting. Your neck had about 20 hickeys, that you’d have to do an amazing work to cover up; the skin covering your collarbones, and the skin between your breasts, had a lot of bite marks, scratches, and also, like your neck, were filled with hickeys. Your breasts were still red from the burning sensation the candles’ wax had left; your waist and hips still had a bit left from the marks his fingers made last night, while he held onto you for dear life. Putting the waistband of your panties down, just a bit, you realized that this part of your body also had hickeys on it. Turning around, you saw that the scratches he had left on your buttcheeks still had blood on them, blood that was now dry.
You smiled, you felt good.
As soon as you first looked at him, before leaving the bed, he had awoken. Yes, he was indeed a heavy sleeper, but not today. Finally opening his eyes, he saw you standing by the mirror, but was still too sleepy to focus on you. You looked again at the mirror and saw the reflexion of the bed, saw him seating up.
“Good morning, daddy.” You said as you tried your best to smile and not smirk. He got up and walked to you.
“Good morning, princess.” His voice sounded amazing like that, with him talking so close to your ears, his arms wrapped around your body. The bastard still had the audacity to smirk when you whimpered in pain. “Slept well?” You nodded, smiling sweetly. “Maybe next time I’ll make you sleep without taking the handcuffs off”
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