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she|her i write sometimes #fangirl english is NOT my first language

[ikigaidao]

Pt. 6, Pt. 7

summary: you owe him. For what?–lets just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.

content warning: mdni, strong language, rough sex, degrading, sight bondage, violence, overall just adult content

word count: 4 680

present moment:

Your steps just mindlessly took you to school on autopilot. You didn’t know if you were more pissed off or confused. How could he be so fucking difficult? 

You genuinely didn’t fucking know what to think.

Was he into you?

Or not?

None of his words, his looks or his stupid actions would leave your mind alone. It felt like your head was boiling inside out. Just searching for any type of relief. 

You had given up on hooking up with some guys you couldn’t give less shit about. Never ended good anyway. Seongje always somehow ended up in the same spot as you, beating up the guy.

A sigh escaped your lips.

Before you could get any more lost in your thoughts your best friend nudged into you.

,,And what are you doing here so early?” her tone was playful, curious.

,,Oh, hey,” a smile creeped up on your face. You missed just being normal with her. Casually talking about random stuff.

Lately you’ve been so preoccupied with Seongje and his stupid antics, that you missed out on your life before all this.

,,I was just finishing up on some math homework, wanna copy it?” you offered her the paper filled with ink, she nodded,

,,Ah, you’re speaking my language Y/N..” a dramatic sigh of relief filled the empty room you both were in.

It was nearly the time people would start coming up to school. 

Groups of girls giggling on the hallway, guys yelling at eachother. 

The muffled sounds of them just echoing in the classroom.

Fresh air drifted through the open window as you sipped your coffee.

,,You know…” your friend started carefully,

,,Uhm, you hung out with jae a few times, right?” she stared at her paper, mumbling the sentence out.

You raised your brows, a bit suspicious now.

,,Yeah..?” the curiousity lingered in your tone,

,,Well, he got beat up so badly he actually ended up in hospital.” her tone was quiet before she continued ,,That Wolf guy did that shit. I don’t know why, but pictures of jae’s face are everywhere..” she took her phone to show you,

,,Oh my god..” your jaw was on the floor. You truly couldn’t recognize who it was if it wasn’t for the stupid necklace he always wore.

You stood up, not sure exactly why.

,,I-I need to go.” the words left your lips in a hurried tone, the only thing you heard before your ears started completely ringing was a “yeah, of course, go.” from her before your legs carried you out of the school building.

You didn’t know what to do. 

Where to go.

You had absolutely no plan or tactic to solve this, were you even trying to solve this? It already happened anyway.

You stood in front of your school.

Your legs felt heavy.

The sun that was shining so beautifully not even two hours ago? Felt dead cold on your skin right now.

,,What do i even do..” you just whispered to yourself as students brushed past you completely unaware of the situation you were in right now.

Did he do it because of you?

That’s ridiculous, how would he know.

But did he know somehow?

Your body suddenly started moving again, you needed to know the truth, whatever it was.

The Union had a main building they always hung out in, the bowling alley. 

You always tried to avoid it as much you could, but here you were.

Again.

The door to the place creaked, the smell of dust and cigarette smoke immediately hitting you.

The light was dim, you took the stairs down, it was dirty.

Suddenly you were in the main room. There were guys laughing at something, didn’t notice you just yet.

The place looked a lot more unwelcoming throughout the day. Just some building most people would avoid.

A few seconds passed before one of the guys noticed you.

He had messy hair, an ugly grin.

,,And what a pretty lady like you is doing here?” He took a few steps forward, a playful grimace on his face.

,,Um, I need to talk to Seongje.” you tried to sound as firm as possible. 

,,Is he here?” your gaze turned to the other guys as well. 

They started laughing. Fucking jerks.

This was pointless.

,,What’s so fucking funny?” a sudden voice,

Seongje.

He was here.

He came out of one of the back rooms. Probably where the important people hung out.

The room fell silent, Seongje looked at them before he glanced at you.

And he froze. 

You froze.

,,Get the fuck out.” he mumbled an order dedicated to the group of idiots.

They all got up,

not a word was exchanged.

One by one they walked up the stairs until it was just you and him.

He breathed out, looking around the place. Then he looked straight at you.

Finally the silence was broken,

,,I wanted to talk to you…” your voice was quiet, you kept fiddling with your thumbs.

He observed everything, as per usual.

Seongje didn’t speak. He took three lazy steps with his hands in his pockets before he was right in front of you.

Your brain was foggy with his lingering presence,

You tried to gather your thoughts,

,,I.. saw the photo.” You took a brief pause,

,,How did that happen?”

Your sentence was more like a whisper if anything.

He smirked.

For a moment he just stared at the floor, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek.

Then he looked back at you.

“You skipped school for that?”

The corner of his mouth twitched.

“Thought you’d have figured it out already, princess.”

He laughed quietly, continuing,

,,Guy put his hands on you.” 

A shrug.

,,What did you think was gonna happen?” his eyes never left yours.

A warm feeling spread through your chest.

Before you got pissed off all over again.

,,You do that shit for all your delivery girls, or just me?” your tone came out sharper than you intended.

He look amused.

A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

,,Are you jealous?”

You scoffed.

,,Answer the question.” the smile never left his face.

,,No. Why would I be?”

A pause.

,,I don’t do that shit for anybody else.” 

His tone was still teasing, but you could sense a hint of seriousness in it.

,,Then why do you keep treating me like shit?” your head tilted, you needed answers: a scoff of his and a “go to school, baby” wasn’t enough anymore.

Silence.

He looked away for a second.

Then laughed.

Not because it was funny.

Because he didn’t know what else to do.

,,You really wanna have this conversation?”His eyes found yours again.

Suddenly your bodies were too close. The air wasn’t enough, again.

You were thinking of an answer for a second before he grabbed your wrist.

Of course.

He dragged you out of the building.

He was moving too fast

His legs were much longer than yours, taking steps two at a time while you struggled to keep up.

,,Seongje! Slow down.” Your words barely seemed to register.

He kept going,

Purposeful.

Focused.

Like he already made up his mind about something and nothing was going to stop him. 

Reaching the parking lot, he pulled his keys from his pocket and pressed the unlock button. The headlights of his BMW flashed.

For a moment, it felt like nothing existed except his heavy breathing and quick strides.

,,Get in.”

He grabbed your arm and guided you toward the passenger door.

Seongje rounded the front of the car while you climbed inside, confusion twisting in your stomach.

The second he got behind the wheel, he started the engine.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

His heavy breaths filled the small space between you.

He didn’t even bother putting his seatbelt on before pulling out of the parking lot.

Fast.

Too fast.

You glanced at him.

His fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel. His jaw was tense.

His chest rose and fell quicker than usual.

Something was wrong.

And that scared you more than if he had been angry or his usual self.

The city blurred behind the windows. The silence heavy between the both of you. You wanted to say something.

But what? It’s not like you could stop what was about to happen.

Whatever it was.

,,Seongje.”

No response. His grip just tightened around the steering wheel. Knuckles turning white.

You glanced at his hands before you looked back on his face.

,,Say something” your tone was desperate for anything, ,,please..” 

For a second you thought he was going to ignore your words again, but then a humourless chuckle escaped his lips.

No smugness to it.

No cockiness.

No joke to it either.

,,You really don’t get it. Do you Y/N?” 

You couldn’t tell if he was actually mad or just annoyed.

You tilted your head, he glanced at you.

His eyes were filled with something you couldn’t quite name.

The car stopped. Still he didn’t talk, he just turned the engine off.

,,Get out of the car.” He opened his door and before you barely closed yours he was already locking the car.

Wrist.

And he walked with purpose again.

,,Seongje, seriously,” You were starting to get frustrated.

,,Can you stop acting like a fucking psychopath for five minutes and talk to me?”

His keys jingled in his hand. A smirk appeared on his face at your frustration..

,,Princess, you’ll get your answers soon.”

He let go of your hand and stopped in his tracks.

Wind brushed against the both of you. The air was hot. The sun not shining anymore.

Goosembumbs rose on your skin.

Seconds felt like hours. Everything felt like too much. 

Every touch. 

Every word.

A part of you knew where this was headed. 

The realisation settled heavily in your stomach.

The door to his apartment finally opened. His fingers hooked around your wrist again before letting go a second later.

The door clicked shut behind you. The sound of the lock echoed through the apartment. 

He stepped in front of you, his eyes hungry.

Like someone who had spent months wanting something and had finally decided to take it.

All you could do was back off subconsciously, your back hitting the door.

You took a slightly open mouthed breath, his gaze turning to your lips.

Fuck, this is so bad.

You fucking need him right now. You may regret it later.. 

You’ll for sure regret it later.

,,You’re doing it again.” Seongje took a step towards you, practically caging you in right now.

You looked up at him,

,,Doing what?” 

His eyes never left yours, looking at you like you were the only person left in this world.

Your limbs tingled all at once.

,,Looking at me like you want me to ruin you.” 

His index finger traced your jaw, he licked his lips.

,,Maybe I do.”

It felt like sin to say it out loud after all this time. You barely whispered it. Almost like no one was supossed to hear those words come out of your mouth.

His jaw tightened.

That’s it.

Before you could think he started kissing you.

His hands were everywhere.

It was hungry, like he is punishing you for wanting you so badly. 

You kissed him back, your tongue licking his lip.

He breathed out like it was a relief for him.

His grip on your waist was firm, almost possessive, and it sent a shiver straight to your core.

Everything felt rushed.

Like if you two separated even for a second, the other would disappear. 

His lips kissed your jaw before moving onto your neck, each touch carrying the same intensity that had been building between the two of you for months.

,,S–Seongje..” His name left your lips in a shameless moan.

,,Jesus christ–“ he muttered under his breath.

For the first time he looked just as affected as you felt.

You could feel his dick on your inner thigh becoming harder,

And harder.

Your cunt was soaked already. 

The ache was unbearable.

His rough fingers traced around your cleavage, stopping on the swell of your breast. 

He let go of you for a second, shrugging off his red bomber jacket without a care for where it lands.

His eyes swept over you.

Your lips were absolutely ruined already.

Your breathing uneven.

For a moment he just stared. Then a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

,,Feeling needy already?” 

He was absolutely wrecked himself, but he’d never admit that out loud.

His jeans were painfully tight,

,,Just do something,” you held onto his shirt in a plea,

,,Before I change my mind.”

When he reached for you again, he took your hand.

Not your wrist.

Your hand.

The small difference made your heart skip.

Without another word, he led you through his apartment. The smell of cigarette smoke lingered in the air, clinging to the walls.

His bedroom was plain,

Grey sheets, a half-made bed. Nothing dirty, just messy.

The door shut behind you.

He pushed you with his index and middle finger,

You took and unconscious step back and ended up falling onto the edge of the mattress. Catching yourself just in time with your hands behind your back.

Your gaze lifted to him.

You were completely at his mercy.

His chest rose up and down, he looked absolutely breath-taking. 

He looked you up and down, smirking in victory.

You subconsciously rubbed your thighs against each other, the only noise in the room being your skirt shifting.

And his ragged breaths alongside yours.

,,Still sure, Y/N?” His eyes were dark.

He knew your answer.

You just nodded slowly, 

That was not enough for him.

,,Uh–uh, use your words,” he took your jaw in his hand, towering over you.

,,You’re a big girl, I want to hear you say it.” He caressed your lip,

Then he put his hands in his pockets.

Dead serious stare.

,,I…” You mumbled your words out, clenching the sheets, 

Seongje raised his brows.

Waiting.

,,I want you, Seongje.”

He was on top of you the next second. His hands found your blouse,

He unbuttoned it one by one. Savouring it.

He never had you this way, completely to himself.

The blouse scrunched around your sides, completely revealing your chest to his sight now.

His pupils were blown wide, 

Jaw tight,

You were wearing a basic white bra, nothing special since you had no idea you’d end up here.

He breathed out, clenching your top in his hands on each side of you. 

Then he looked at you.

His mouth was slightly opened. He couldn’t get enough air in. 

How could he fucking wait out for so long? 

Fuck, he was a fucking hero for keeping his hands of off you for years.

His hand slipped on your collarbone.

His fingers tracing carefully over it, before he slowly moved his hand down between your breasts.

A shiver ran down your spine.

He was looking at you while doing all of this.

It was erotic.

You’ve never experienced such intimate moment with anyone.

Then he cupped you, you whined in surprise. His gaze turned to your chest again, his hand moving all over it.

You were flushed all over, your breaths filling the small room.

,,I need it off.”

He was already moving, lifting you up to remove the last piece of clothing on your upper body. The cold air immediately hitting your nipples as they hardened.

Seongje almost fucking moaned at the sight of you.

You were so soft, so open for him. His mouth was on your nipple in seconds. His hand massaging your other tit, while he sucked on your nipple. Saliva all over it. You held him close like someone was gonna snap him away from you any second now.

Your eyes closed in bliss, a moan slipping past your lips. 

,,There she is.”

He hummed against you in satisfaction. 

He was between your legs, his erection visibly poking your stomach now, adding to the sensation.

He couldn’t get enough. You were squirming under him from all the pleasure. When he decided it was enough his gaze lifted again.

His lips wet from making out with your chest.

He moved you around to put you just where he desired. You let him. 

Suddenly you were on his lap. His back leaning against a wall. 

His hands on your waist, he moved them against him, as he leaned in to kiss your neck. Placing kisses on the spot that made your breaths louder. 

He was making you his. Hickeys marking your whole neck and chest. His rock-hard dick hitting the perfect spot on your cunt through your panties. 

It was endless. The movements getting faster.

Rougher.

His breathing was too heavy not to hear anymore.

You were a panting mess at this point.

Dripping.

Fidgety.

Sensitive.

He stopped grinding you against himself, a whine caught in your lips from the loss of the stimulation.

His glasses were foggy around the corners, cheeks a bit pink.

His tip was already leaking with pre-cum, he was fucking loosing it. If you’d be a random girl he would be pounding into you already.

But this was different.

He wanted to take his time on you.

,,Staining my jeans already?” 

He was still so full of it.

An annoyed huff escaped your lips, unbelievable. 

Before you figured out what to say, his hand trailed down to your cunt.

He breathed out, eyebrows furrowing together.

,,You’re fucking drenched.” It was almost a whisper in mercy. 

He looks at you like he is coming undone, as if its hurting him.

You just hum in response, too desperate to care.

His fingers trace your folds through the thin underwear you’re wearing, you shake in response. The touch was sensual, almost tortuously slow. 

Your tongues meet again, just adding to the pressure he was creating. He was holding himself completely back, he needed to hear your pleas. Begging, like he is the only one to make you fall apart this easily.

He was.

Your hips moved on their own against his fingers, but before you could do it again, his other hand found your hip. Holding it with bruising force.

You whimper at the sensation of him everywhere. His middle finger hooked around your panties, tugging them to the side. Breeze hitting your folds and core. He bit your lip, sliding his tongue inside before his fingers touched your bare cunt. 

,,Fuck..” You moaned out, voice shaky and breathless. 

His dick twitched against you from the sheer pleasure of feeling you whole.

He moved his fingers, before he stopped just right above your entrance. A frustrated grunt earned from you by all the teasing.

He separated his fingers teasing you in a V shape around it. 

,,Oh my god–“ Your vision went completely blank for a second from the ecstasy of the movement he kept repeating.

He only chuckled in response, his pride swelling from your reactions.

Then, without a warning, he slipped two fingers inside of you.  

Your wet walls immediately sucking them in as a ragged, loud moan left your lips.

,,Fucking hell.” Seongjes voice sounded pornographic. 

He didn’t even move his fingers yet. Both of you just taking a second to get used to the sensation of feeling each other.

Your hand was clutching onto his shoulder like your life depended on it. Just searching for any kind of grounding and stabilization.

,,Look at me.” His voice was firm, hoarse.

You could barely register his order, before he hooked his fingers around your jaw,

,,Look at me while I do this to you.” 

His fingers started moving the moment your gaze met his. You opened your mouth in a silent gasp, your eyes almost watering from the pleasure. His mouth was slightly opened, just barely. His forehead sweaty. You could fucking cum just from the sight of him like that. 

He was pumping them in and out of you, the slick of you making it all so easy for him.

The eye contact was never broken.

His hand holding your side of neck to stabilizate you.

His fingers slipped completely inside of you. Just staying there before he started scissoring them inside of you.

Your vision went white.

Moans louder than before.

,,There.”he mumbled to himself as he hit your most sensitive spot.

His pace never faltering, he kept the movement going. You were falling apart around his fingers.

,,Are you gonna cum around my fingers, baby?” 

The slick noises of his fingers and your cunt meeting were filling the room, making Seongjes twitching erection unbearable to handle anymore.

You were completely shameless, he thought.

His pupils were completely blown wide. He looked like he was having the best high of his life.

Your cunt rhythmically clenched around his fingers.

You were close.

So close.

,,Fucking slut.” he muttered his words out before slipping his fingers out of you. Leaving you empty, mad and aching.

Your eyes watered from frustration.

He was just watching you, enjoying the view.

His hand caressed your cheek once again, a taunting smirk on his face from amusement.

,,You want me to make you finish so bad?” 

Seongje almost fucking came in his pants from the pathetic look you gave him. 

,,Seongje…” It was an annoyed sigh, your legs were shaking, you were ruined.

Yet he insisted on hearing you say those words.

His hands slipped on your thighs.

The touch was possessive.

,,I want you,” you guided his hand to your cunt again. His digits grazed around your slick folds,

,,now.”

The last bit of restraint he had was gone.

His eyes were completely dark.

Filled with lust and something else you couldn’t quite name. There was a slight hint of care behind his rough touch and mean words.

He unbuckled his black belt, taking it completely off his waist.

A sound of his zipper suddenly made everything feel too real.

Were you going to fucking ride Seongje?

He shoved the jeans down just enough to free himself.

Your mind was too drunk with his touch to reconsider all of this, your body just screaming for more of him.

His dick sprung free, the sight of him made your knees buckle, and your heartbeat pick up even more. If that was even possible.

He was thick, his tip swollen, red and leaking with the slick precum. You were seconds away from just fucking moaning at the sight.

He noticed you staring so hard, a smirk appearing oh his face.

,,What? Cat got your tongue?” 

Your gaze lifted back at him, shame twisting in your gut from getting caught staring so hard.

Instead you started kissing him.

Your tongues dancing together, saliva connecting you both. He was biting your lip, taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. 

Your hand wandered off, grabbing him.

The touch send a shiver down his body, he breathed into your hot mouth. You smiled at his reaction. Enjoying the effect your touch had on him.

You started moving your hand in up and down movement, stroking your thumb against his tip.

God he wasn’t gonna last long, he needed to fuck you already.

His hand lifted your hips and guided your entrance to his cock. 

You were completely leaking all over him,

,,Still sure you can handle me?” 

His voice was breathless,

Your mind hazy,

And then he slapped your body down, his dick sinking into you without a warning.

The moan that left your lips was long and loud. The stretch hurting so good.

A choked moan left Seongjes lips,

,,O–oh, fuck..”

His head lifted upwards, eyes closing from the pleasure.

You were so fucking soft inside. So warm. 

It was killing him.

Your whole body was aching with need as it started moving on its own.

A small thurst, 

It was too much. Too good.

You held onto his shoulders for support, lifting your hips again, before sinking down.

Seongjes  hands were squeezing your hips, knuckles turning white. 

The he looked at you.

And he moved you towards him, the movement hitting all the right spots inside of you.

You never experienced something this good.

,,You drive me insane.”

His words added to your pleasure, warm feeling spreading through your chest. You were a complete moaning mess. Your hips rocking against his pelvis as you chase your high with him.

The rhythm got faster, room hotter,

The light outside? Dimmer.

How long was this going on for?

His lips found your nipples again. He was growling into your chest, his hands grabbing your ass now. He was moving you on himself as he pleased.

Then his dick hit a sensitive spot inside of you.

Your vision was nonexistent again. A ragged moan filling the small room.

,,That’s it.”

His words went straight into your sore and sensitive core. 

,,Taking me so well..” He was whispering his words against your neck now,

Marking you.

Then he slipped out of you, earning a disappointed whine from you in return. Before you could complain any more, he was standing behind you.

He pinned you in place,

Your cheek hitting the soft sheets, as he pulled your ass up.

One hand settled on your hip to steady you.

,,Be a good girl and stop moving for me for a bit, hm?” 

His tone was soft. Like he was lecturing a misbehaved child.

All you could do was a weak nod in agreement to his statement.

The head of his cock nudged your cunt. Your breathing stopped.

And then he buried himself inside of you once again. The force of it making you whine his name out.

A sinful, wet sound of skin slapping echoed in his apartment.

You felt so stuffed you couldn’t even remember where you were. 

His pace got unbearable really fast. He was pounding into you like his life depended on it. He pulls your wrists behind your back–a sudden weight of something being wrapped around them.

He was using his belt to tie you up.

,,S–Seongje, oh–please–“ the words were muffled and weak, a desperate plea from your body. 

,,Fuckin–“ 

Thurst.

,,Get it–.”

Thurst.

,,Now, hm?” 

He was asking you a question you couldn’t even answer. You were practically sobbing now, inching to your high you craved so bad.

Seongje himself was absolutely loosing it. His hunger to make you cum all over his cock making him groan out.

,,Cmon–cum for me, baby” 

His words made your pussy clench around him.

,,Soak my cock. Show me how much you want me.” 

His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, the angle and his words making the coil in your lower stomach break.

,,F–fuck” and breathless pleas of his name was all he heard when you broke. Your pussy soaking him and spasming around his length.

,,Shit–gonna fill you up, yeah?”

You were sensitive and moaning, just nodding at his question.

,,Please, fill me up.” 

That was his undoing.

,,Fuuuuck– oh fuck–“ 

A sinful groan of his was all you heard before you felt his hot cum in your cunt.

He was holding you down on his cock, slowly riding out his orgasm–the grip so strong it will for sure leave bruises.

Your wrists sprung free, the sound of his belt hitting the floor was your wake up call.

He pulled out, the cum leaking out of you still. The sight of it made his head spin.

This wasn’t enough.

After this there’s no way someone else would see you like that.

You fell on the bed, body weak and aching.

He moved you to his pillow, tucking you in the soft sheets. The contrast of your hot body with the cold fabric was ecstatic.

,,Gonna take a shower, yeah?”

You just nodded, your eyes closed.

Normally he would’ve told any other chick to get the fuck out,

But something about this moment didn’t let him. 

Before he could come back, you fell asleep.

Your mind turning black.

tag list: @luvnarra @d1seongjeglazer

[ikigaidao]

Pt. 5, Pt. 6

summary: you owe him. For what?—let’s just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.

content: sexual content, smoking, drinking, cursing, explicit content, mdni, violence, blood

word count: 1837

You pushed yourself off the floor where you’d broken down.

You sniffled and started walking into your bathroom.

The familiar scent of lemon hit your senses and you flicked the light on.

You had mascara smeared all over your red cheeks.

Puffy eyes stared back at you from the mirror.

You cried for almost half an hour.

You were exhausted.

Confused.

Frustrated.

Jae was an asshole. You knew that.

But you never expected him to actually do something.

You just sighed, flicking the light off in the bathroom and opening your bedroom door.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, the sheets rustling beneath you.

Your head just kept spinning back to seongje and his attitude towards you.

Just like when you were 17.

,,Ugh..” you sighed, completely annoyed.

Your mind was made up. You were going to ignore seongje.

Completely.

If he’ll need a delivery girl, he can ask the other one.

You’re done.

You tucked yourself in your soft sheets and turned your phone off completely. You don’t wanna deal with any type of messages from anyone tomorrow.

The morning was calm.

You cleaned some laundry that was lying on the floor, cooked yourself rice and shrimps and watched some tv show.

Your mind felt blank,

And for once you weren’t fighting it.

Your phone was off for the whole day, and you kept it that way, but before you would go to bed you needed to turn on an alarm to wake you,

do not disturb will do, the alarm will ring anyway.

The next morning you got ready and decided to walk to school a bit earlier so you could finish some math homework before your classes.

It was a bit windy outside today, the sun was rising,

gold light illuminating your facial features.

The streets were pretty much empty since it was around 5:00am.

You smiled to yourself, enjoying the rare peace and quiet.

Until a hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

Before your brain could even process what was happening, your back hit a cold brick wall.

,,What—“

You didn’t even finish the sentence before you saw the familiar face.

Full of cockiness as always.

,,The fuck you think you’re doing?” seongje tilted his head and looked you in the eyes.

You decided to play it cool,

,,Going to school?” You pretended to be annoyed at this whole interaction just furrowing your brows.

,,You’ve been ignoring my messages,” he leaned towards you, one hand on the brick wall,

The other held a half-smoked cigarette.

,,I don’t like that.”

He blew the smoke right into your face.

You squeezed your eyes shut before the smoke could make them water.

,,Yeah, like i give a shit, geum.” You softly pushed him from your way, just acting nonchalant now.

You just wanted to piss him off, probably.

A part of you enjoyed how annoyed he truly looked behind his smirk.

As you were about to take a step forward he stepped in front of you.

Flicking his cigarette on the cold wet ground.

,,Mhm,” he grabbed you by your waist,

Both hands on each side of you.

The contact was electric, and you hated that.

Your breath hitched from the surprise.

He pinned you back against the wall, the smell of his cologne hitting you.

,,Did i hurt your feelings, Y/N?” He put on a taunting smile, just mocking you now.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, just attempting to get away from his grip.

He didn’t let you.

Just stepped closer to you,

Your bodies touching now.

,,Seongje, let me go.” You mumbled out, your body already giving you away, again.

The logical part of your brain was still hanging on, so you kept trying to push him away.

He just smiled, looking down on you.

Then he leaned closer, his lips trailing against your ear,then he stopped moving,

just his lips hovering over the part of your neck just under your ear.

His hot breath brushed against your skin.

Goosebumps rising along your arms.

Your heartbeat sped up.

Your hands clenched into fists.

“If that night didn’t mean anything to me, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

he whispered, waiting for you reaction.

He felt every single little twitch of your body.

Every small ragged breath you took when he was near you.

He knew he hurt your feelings, and he knew exactly what made you so upset,

You were so cute trying to pretend like you didn’t give a shit.

He liked the challenge.

Your head lifted subtly,

A weird feeling washing over your whole body.

He chuckled, softly kissing the place connecting your neck and shoulder.

The fresh air outside suddenly wasn’t enough for your lungs. Everything felt hot.

Too hot.

You were fidgety and he noticed, as always.

He just smirked against your soft skin, he absolutely enjoyed tormenting you this way.

You breathed out, your hands automatically resting on his shoulders for support.

,,Then what’s gotten into you that day?” the words left your lips in a breath.

,,Why can’t you just leave me alone seongje?” Your tone was weak.

Desperate.

He froze.

His head lifting up slowly before he was looking at you again.

Studying every little micro expression your face made.

A smirk curled up his lips,

,,You should probably go to school, baby.” His eyes scanned your whole body, before he let you out of his grip.

You didn’t fight his words, your mind was clouded from the lack of answers he gave you.

If only you knew.

He’d seen what happened that night.

And jae was currently lying in a hospital bed because of it.

the night of the incident:

He was in his usual arcade spot, the daylight long gone.

While you were outside drinking your struggles away, he played his usual match of league of legends.

But then a guy came to him.

Seongje didn’t turn, didn’t speak.

Just didn’t acknowledge the guy at all.

,,S-seongje, there was some trouble in our streets, some guys harassing a girl, she was probably drunk,” He mumbled his words out, before he continued,

,,They made a lot of noise, probably good to check them out, before they drive attention towards our spots.” He finished his sentence.

,,Show me the footage.”

Seongje finished his match.

The blue victory flashing on his screen.

He turned in his chair,

The footage was boring.

Just another drunken mess.

Another problem he was ready to hand off to someone else.

Until he saw you.

His jaw clenched.

The room suddenly felt smaller. He replayed the footage.

Once.

Twice.

A group of guys, and you.

The one with the hand around your throat, he knew him.

A humorless laugh left his lips,

,,Go.“ he said, shoving the phone back into the guy’s hands.

,,I’ll deal with this one.”

He was already moving before he had time to think.

Heavy footsteps clashing into the ground, his breathing quick with fury.

Seongje didn’t know where they exactly were. But since it was a bunch of dumb motherfuckers he expected to hear them.

Loud fuckers.

He was right.

Five minutes hadn’t even passed before he heard them.

He clenched his fists.

His pace faster now.

Then he saw them in an alley, they were talking about something seongje didn’t catch.

He just walked straight ahead, not stopping in his tracks.

,,Who the fuck are y-“ jae didn’t even finish his sentence when a punch landed in his stomach.

He whined and held the spot that seongje hit.

But he didn’t stop there.

He grabbed a fistful of jae’s hair and slammed his head into the brick wall.

The other guys tried to fight seongje, but failed miserably.

The rest took one look at him and ran.

Seongje just breathed out, taking his cigarette pack and putting one of the cigs in his mouth.

,,Fucking annoying..” he mumbled looking at jae.

He towered over him, jae barely conscious opened his eyes a bit.

Fear lingered in them.

Seongje smiled.

,,You enjoy harassing women?” his tone was completely detached.

He crouched with a smirk plastered on his face,

And then he punched again.

And again.

And again.

Until jae was barely recognizable.

Then he took his phone out, his breathing still rigid from the adrenaline.

And took a photo of the bloodied body lying on the pavement.

He tucked his phone back into his jeans.

Took his glasses off, wiping the blood off of them into his black shirt.

Then he started the walk back to his apartment, unhurried as ever.

The door to his apartment creaked along with the the keys landing on his counter in the kitchen.

Sweat coated seongje’s skin, the smell filling the room.

He took his windbreaker off, tossing it onto the floor.

Then his black shirt, only his chain on his upper body remained now.

He undid his belt, the leather lazily hanging on on his waist now.

As he undressed completely before he went in the shower, he just muttered “fuck” under his breath.

Even though he beat up a guy moments ago, he was pissed as ever. Your eyes kept flashing in his mind.

The water was boiling. He needed to feel it.

He couldn’t fucking stop thinking about you.

He was like a fucking 13 year old boy going crazy over some chick.

His hand wandered off to his dick, he breathed out.

One hand on the wall,

his eyes closing,

He started pumping his dick, the thought of you being under him on your knees got his dick twitching.

His arm was propped up against the wall up to his elbow, and he rested his head against it for support.

,,Shit–“ he breathed out, the noise filling the steamy room.

His mind kept creating scenarios of him fucking you, his dick just sliding in.

You were so wet just from his words and fingers.

How wet would you be if he actually fucked you?

How loud you’d actually be if you felt him inside of your soft cunt? You were so fucking beautiful when you were falling apart under his touch.

He was irritated at the fact that he couldn’t pound into you right now.

Your cunt just welcoming him so sweetly, soft noises escaping your lips.

His pace got quicker.

Seongje’s jaw tightened.

The way you whined under his touch,

the taste of your lips,

How the fuck did he get here?

He was achingly close, just doing whatever to make him finish now.

All of the frustration settled in his dick,

His tip was swollen and red, his thumb grazed over it,

He growled.

The image of your wet cunt and your furrowed brows as you came around his cock was his undoing.

,,Fuck, fuck–“ he almost moaned those words.

Thick sprouts of cum just falling onto the tiles and disappearing with the running water.

It took him a few seconds before he gathered himself again, brushing his hand through his wet hair.

He just chuckled to himself,

This is becoming a problem.

[ikigaidao]

Pt.4, Pt. 5

summary: you owe him. For what?—let’s just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.

content: strong language, power imbalance, alcohol, harassment

word count: 1365

On the way home you were almost running. You tried to get home as fast as possible without breaking down on the street.

What the hell was your life?

Everything was chaotic. Your body felt like it didn’t belong to you anymore.

You unlocked the front door and locked it behind you again.

Then you just stood there.

Staring at the window few steps away in the living room.

Tears prickled in the corners of your eyes and you desperately tried to make sense of tonight.

It was supposed to distract you from him.

But it ended up being him.

Again.

You wanted to disappear into your room and never exist outside of it again.

But there was another part of you that refused to cooperate.

You liked him.

You liked how he made you feel.

And you hated what it did to you afterwards.

The thought made your stomach turn, so you brushed it off.

Yo were exhausted.

Confused.

Frustrated.

You changed into your pajamas and crawled into bed, the sheets smelling faintly of vanilla and laundry detergent.

The comfort of it hitting your senses.

Your mind wouldn’t stop.

You needed out.

The problem was there was no out.

You know what he said and when seongje says “do as i say or ill ruin your fucking life”you’ll do it.

He might not beat women,

But the psychological warfare was far worse.

As you got up the next morning, you saw it was raining.

Nice.

You loved the rain, it was comforting for you in a way. You opened the window in your room and the sound of drops falling echoed in your ears while the smell of rain hit your nose like a freign train. You smiled,

But then you opened your phone.

New message,

From seongje, of course.

A sigh escaped your lips and you opened the chat.

asshole: princess, tomorrow.

: do i come to the usual spot?

You just pretended nothing ever happened and everything is the same. You tossed your phone on the bed and went to the living room.

You turned the TV on, but you didn’t really see anything.

Your mind kept drifting off to whatever happened between you and seongje.

The whole day was a mess. You couldn’t focus on anything.

You were clumsy, things fell from your hands.

Eventually it started getting late.

You turned on your alarm.

Took a shower.

Once you blow dried your hair and brushed your teeth, you laid down.

After the horrors of the weekend, you finally fell asleep.

School was it’s usual bullshit. Tests, gossip and more tests. On the lunch break seongje finally answered to your message

asshole: 8pm, usual spot.

Something about his tone seemed off.

Your stomach twisted at that.

You let out a frustrated breath and put the phone down.

,,Y/N what’s wrong with you lately? You’re barely ever here mentally, like hello.. i need to tell you gossip,” she was shaking with you now, which earned her a laugh from you. ,,fucking finally, jesus.” She just rolled her eyes in a playful tone and continued,

,,You know that Wolf guy? The one i told you about, im not sure if you remember..”

oh you do know that guy.

,,Yeah, I remember, beats up people and tall?” You played it off nonchalantly,

,,Yeah, that one. Today he was seen with some girl,” your grip tightened around your cold water bottle ,,probably some delivery girl that works for him. He was messing around with her, you think he’s actually into someone?”

She was totally amused by the whole situation which was, of course, valid. If you didn’t know seongje like you knew him you would be in shock as well.

At least in a different kind of shock.

You were sick.

,,What.. do you mean? Messing with her? I thought he was just psychotic mafia or whatever typa guy.”

,,I mean messing like.. messing. He was touchy, nothing too extra, but still. She was pretty as fuck too. Oh my god I think im actually jealous.” She was giggling now, not paying attention to the so called gossip anymore.

Few people talked to you at school.

You couldn’t remember a single thing they said.

The moment you were walking out of cram school it hit you.

You were never special. He was never just into you.

How could you fucking let him do what the fuck he did. Tears started streaming down your cheeks. You knew seongje is an asshole and you don’t take shit he says seriously, but it still hurt your feelings a bit.

Whatever, life goes on.

You were waiting, it was few minutes past 8pm and that’s when you heard footsteps.

You turned around.

His school uniform was still on.

No backpack tho. Cigarette between his lips and smoke curling around him.

He was a step in front of you now, stopping. His shadow loomed over you.

,,You just take this, instructions are on it.” He mumbled nonchalantly while taking a drag of his cigarette.

You were absolutely baffled at his attitude towards you.

,,O-okay..” you nodded and took it.

He started walking away.

You stopped him, holding his sleeve.

His head turned a bit, then he turned around completely, just measuring you with his eyes.

,,Why do you pretend like nothing even happened between us the other night? Im not pissed off at you for anything else besides the fact that you act like this now.” You looked at his cold eyes,

He smirked.

Of course this was amusing to him.

,,Because you’re the only one acting like something happened.” He looked at you like you were stupid. You brain didn’t even know what to think anymore.

,,What exactly were you expecting?”

He tilted his head,

,,Flowers?”

What the fuck.

You were so stupid. So stupid to even consider the fact that he could..like you in his own fucked up way.

A humorless laugh escaped your lips.

His completely detached eyes never left your face.

Your legs started walking on autopilot, you purposely nudged him in the shoulder to at least stupidly punish him by that.

He stood there.

Turned around to look at you walking away.

His smirk never left his lips, but something inside of him twisted.

You didn’t go home. You went to some corner shop. You bought soju, a lot of it actually.

Then you just sat down on the edge of a curb. You drank one bottle,

Then second,

Third.

You were wasted now.

You stood up and stumbled from the impact.

As you were walking, halfway home, you heard laughing.

It was pretty late, almost midnight,

At least you think.

Your steps got quicker, your muscles tightening with a bad feeling.

The guys were following you.

They got closer and closer,

You got more and more anxious.

You turned around the corner, without looking, you stumbled into a tall body.

It was one of the guys.

Jae.

,,Well, well…” he smiled, ,,What you looking so tense for, love?” His hand lifted and he tried to brush a strand of your hair,

You snapped his hand away.

He grabbed you by the neck. ,,The fuck you think you’re doing?”

His tone was toxic, full of bad intentions.

,,I just wanna go home, i had a rough day.” You mumbled your words out half wasted.

,,Oh, you’re drunk?” He turned to look at his guys.

They were step away from you now.

Your poor intoxicated mind didn’t even register how fucked you were.

,,What are we gonna fucking do with you after that little stunt you pulled at me in school, hm?”

They all laughed.

Okay, you have to do something.

Anything.

You kneed the guy holding you between his legs,

Then you ran.

They chased you, just cursing you off.

You fiddled with your keys,

Wrong key.

,,C’mon..” you mumbled to yourself.

Finally, the right key.

You unlocked it, looking behind you for the last time.

They weren’t far.

But far enough for you to let out a breath of relief.

You shut the front door of your apartment. And you broke down.

Completely shattered.

Everything was too much, you had no peace.

You won’t go to school tomorrow, you need at least one day off.

[ikigaidao]

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

summary: you owe him. For what?—let’s just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.

content: violence, drinking, smoking, strong language, mature themes, slight smut

You had a plan to go clubbing today with one guy you knew.

Since it was saturday you could get relatively drunk and be out late tonight.

You ordered some take out food and ate it while watching TV—it was nearly 7pm.

Your que to start getting ready.

You put on a nice black bra with black thong.

Then you put on a black dress that had a hint of black glitters littered on it.

It smelled like fresh laundry, so you decided to put on some perfume too–

Wrists.

Neck.

And cleavage.

You smelled like cherries and your hair had a lingering smell of expensive vanilla.

You decided to put on bolder mascara to highlight your lashes and you put on a lipgloss.

Nude one, just to spice things up a bit.

The club you were going to was one of the more popular clubs near your neighborhood.

The hype was so huge because there were prison-like bars separating different parts of the dance floor.

You brushed through your hair and decided to leave your hair loose.

Black purse, carried your gold marlboro, ID, and cash just in case.

Front door clicked shut.

The night has begun. And you had no idea what’s about to come.

You met with the guy. He paid for the club tickets and bought you a drink.

He was two years older– 21.

He was pretty.

Pretty enough to distract you for a few hours at least.

He was a friend of your best friend. She tried to set yall up.

She succeeded as you can tell.

The music was blaring through the speakers, there were red lights all over the place.

People crowded every corner of the club, dancing, drinking, shouting over the music.

It was so hot in there, but you were too far gone to care at the moment.

Few people looked sick, one girl was crying. Her mascara smeared all over her face.

Your vision was starting to blur.

Ah, your favourite part.

You stood up.

Your dress sliding below your ass, you grabbed the guy giggling now.

He didn’t fight it, just letting you drag him near the bars.

You danced for what felt like hours and then you started making out.

He grabbed your waist and swayed with you to the rhythm of the bass.

Someone stumbled into you and you turned around–

And you saw him.

He froze the second he saw you kissing that guy. Your pretty head had no idea he witnessed it.

He was delivering a package, stolen phones. As per usual.

As he was leaving he saw you.

With him.

Your mouth against his. His hands all over your waist.

The cigarette between seongje’s fingers burned quietly.

Then he smiled.

Which somehow looked worse than anger.

Your drunk mind didn’t catch up to what was happening.

One second the guy was kissing you.

The next, seongje walked up to you two, grabbed him through the bars,

And slammed him hard against the metal. The sound echoing in your drunken mind.

Only a quiet gasp escaped your lips, then you looked him in the eyes.

He turned around.

Leaving you behind the bars with the guy he’d just knocked the senses out of.

Your legs were moving on their own. You were fucking mad.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

This is the second time he ruined your night somewhere.

He wasn’t hard to follow. He wore his usual bright orange windbreaker.

Thank god he wore it this time.

Your vision was hazy. But you managed to stumble out from the club.

Seongje didn’t even turn around, he just walked with purpose now.

,,Seongje!” Your drunk voice echoed on the busy street.

His head only turned a bit.

He heard you.

But he walked anyway.

,,Fuck this..” you mumbled and decided to run for it.

You eventually caught up to his lazy pace. Breathless you spoke ,,Wh- why did you do that Seongje?” Your gaze never left him. But he didn’t even look at you.

,,Why?” He scoffed,

,,Yeah, what the fuck was that supposed to be?”

,,I was bored.” His tone completely plain now.

,,Bored? You were bored!” your voice came out louder now. ,,So you had to hit specifically my date!”

He didn’t respond.

Okay.

You shoved him with your hand. He stumbled almost visibly. You caught him off guard,

,,Fuck’s sakes..” he whispered losing his usual cocky composure, before you could even process what was happening, he was dragging you into a bigger shop on the street.

Drunk people brushed past you, reeking of alcohol. Your eyes barely adjusted to the brightness,

,,I’m not buying anything Seongje, let me g-!”

,,Oh, I’m not either.”

He was holding your wrist.

Of course.

You were in the back of the shop now, storage rooms and a bathroom. He looked up thinking for a second and then he dragged you to the bathroom.

The door clicked shut and suddenly you became too aware of everything around you.

There were mirrors.

Flickering light and purple led lights, probably to make sure there would be some light if the flickering one stopped working.

The air was humid.

You were hot.

His breathing was heavy, he stared at you, while you were leaning against the door.

The silence was louder than any bass in the club.

Then he took a step towards you.

Smell of his cologne and cigarettes hitting your drunken senses even more.

You breathed out, staring at his neck to avoid eye contact.

He didn’t like that.

He brought his hand up to your jaw making you look at him.

Your gaze darted between his eyes.

They were blown wide.

,,I don’t understand. Why are we here?” Your voice came out softer than you thought.

,,Smart in school, yet completely clueless in real life, hm?”

His gaze turned to your lips.

Then back up.

Your heartbeat was insanely fast now.

,,I…was I supposed to deliver a package tonight?” You were whispering now.

He watched your lips pronounce each word.

Then he scoffed, looking at the ground.

His hand rested against the door, next to your head now.

,,You know..” he mumbled, but there was hesitation in his voice.

,,Seongje..what?” You breathed your words out.

,,You need to stop saying my name like that.” He ran his hand through his hair for a moment humorless laugh escaping his lips.

,,Like what?” You may sound stupid but everything was spinning in the best way possible right now and your thinking was slower than usual.

You genuinely didn’t have any idea.

,,Like you want me to do something stupid.”

He leaned in, you could feel his hot breath now.

Your thighs closed together.

Hands clenching the hem of your dress, your body was reacting on its own.

He noticed. Of course he did.

,,Does this turn you on?” He was amused now.

,,Seongje…I should go.” You whispered.

Even though you said that you didn’t move an inch.

,,Okay,” his head leaned closer almost as to hear you better.

Heat pooled in your lower stomach.

Your faces were almost touching now.

Breathing quickening, then his hand grabbed your hip. You yelped in the most whiny tone,

He was going fucking insane, he thought.

This isn’t like him, he never loses control like this.

Yet here he was letting himself beat up a guy just because he saw you with him.

Now he was here trying to not cross a line neither of you could come back from.

Part of him hoped you’d just slap him and run out.

Would’ve made it easier for the both of yall.

But the night had other plans for the both of you.

His hand was holding your hip with bruising force, your core shamefully clenched at that.

This was completely different than any of the guys you were with. They could fuck you senseless yet nothing felt as good as just Seongjes hand on your hip.

You almost fucking moaned at that.

Might’ve been the alcohol though..

,,Y/N..” his voice came out hoarse. And something inside of you snapped hearing him say your name like that.

It felt like hours since you’ve been here with him.

And then it happened.

His lips landed on yours.

You barely registered it before you started kissing him back.

It was punishing.

Desperate.

He breathed out between kisses praying you didn’t fucking hear it. Seongje grabbed your cheek with his huge hand, inching you even closer to him.

You whined, your hands held his windbreaker, his mouth moved to your jaw kissing you,

Then your neck.

Shit. This was bad.

Yet you couldn’t stop, and neither could he.

He started placing kisses on your neck before biting it.

You moaned.

,,Fuck,” he said against your neck.

Your body unwillingly grinded against his while he kissed your neck. You could feel his growing tent in his pants against your inner thigh.

You were fucking wet already.

,,Tell me-“ kiss. ,,to-“ another. ,,stop.” he licked your neck.

The room felt suffocating now.

Your skin burned.

Your body was screaming for more,

All you managed to say between breaths was a pathetic stop that you obviously didn’t mean.

You were clinging onto him.

The he grabbed the back of your thighs and picked you up. He carried you to the sink, your ass sitting on it now. Your legs were wide open and he was standing between them.

If only you could see yourself the way he saw you right now.

You were flushed. Breathless. Squirming and shaking. Your lips swollen and red from the kissing.

He can’t stop.

Smell of sweat and perfume filled the room alongside the tension between both of you. The purple light hit his features perfectly.

He is beautiful, you thought in the heat of the moment.

,,Please..” your breathless voice came out before your brain even allowed it to.

He smirked.

,,Please what?” He tilted his head,

,,Please stop?..” now his lips were against your ear,

,,Or please continue?”

You didn’t wanna answer it, instead you grinded against his dick.

He breathed out.

Looking back at you now, he snapped his hands on your hips, turning you around. You could see the reflection now.

It was erotic.

Your hair was messy, lipgloss smeared around your lips. Hickeys on your neck.

And he?

His chest was rising up and down. Eyelids heavy.

,,You’re gonna watch everything i do to you..” he said as he looked at your dress now.

Tortuously slow he bunched it up. Leaving you exposed in your black thong.

His jaw tensed.

,,Was that for him?”

All you managed to do was put on a pained frown on your face.

His eyes darkened,

then his hand slowly rested on your throat. His touch moved slowly down, enough to make your stomach tighten. Then he stopped above your thong.

You whined quietly.

,,So needy..” he mumbled. Looking at his hand in the mirror.

Then he cupped your cunt through your panties.

You choked on a moan.

,,Fucking dripping already,” his tone was low. Animalistic.

His eyes locked on yours in the mirror.

,,didn’t even touch you properly. Yet you’re melting for me already..”

The air was humid. Cold air breezing through a small window at the other wall. You breathed out.

And then you heard footsteps.

Someone was coming here.

He growled, annoyed.

You fixed your dress, but his hand was already tugging you into a bathroom stall.

He locked it.

Then he looked at you.

The footsteps got louder with a soft pull of the door, you heard giggling. Heels clapping against the dirty floor. They were fixing their makeup probably. But with their arrival, it hit you.

What you were doing,

where you were.

You got sick.

And he noticed.

Seongje just smirked, not even feeling bad.

His pride just swelling with the way you let him touch you—the way your body gave in every single time.

You had no idea you had the exact same effect on him, he genuinely couldn’t stop.

After a minute or two they disappeared into the night again along with the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume.

You turned and quickly unlocked the door. He didn’t stop you, he let you go.

Your eyes filled with tears you didn’t want to let fall down.

What did you do?

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[ikigaidao]

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt. 3

summary: you owe him. For what?—let’s just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.

content: slowburn, sexual tension, smut will be later in other parts, toxic dynamic, strong language, violence, smoking, mentions of blood, power imbalance

On the way home you tried to gather yourself up.

You were breathless, leaving his apartment.

You shoved the package into your backpack along with the address and time.

It was on friday, 8pm. That’s tomorrow.

It would be dark, you didn’t really like that, but you had to do, what you had to do.

Your body had a mind of its own at this point.

The moment you got home, your bag hit the floor beside your bed.

Your head kept replaying whatever the hell happened again.

You always told yourself you wouldn’t let him get near you or get under your skin—but he always found a way. Clawing his way inside of you, whether you liked it, or not.

Lately he’d been pushing it—

You were lying in bed, nothing had to be done anymore so you tried to turn your brain off.

You kept tossing around, thinking of him involuntarily.

Refusing to even consider the possibility that you still wanted him as much as you did two years ago.

Pure denial crawling up your helpless mind and body. You probably had to have some fucking destructive kink at this point. Well, at least your body did.

Your tense muscles ached and with that you managed to fall asleep slowly.

You were brushing your teeth currently just in your bra, brushing your hair as well.

Just multi-tasking your way into getting out of your apartment as soon as possible, so you wouldn’t be late.

As you were walking to school you saw someone fighting in an alley,

,,Shibal..”

You knew that voice—

Seongje.

You stopped, he didn’t see you. Too busy smashing his fists into some guy you didn’t know.

He grabbed his head by the hair and yanked him into the wall.

The guy whined on the ground from the impact.

Seongje adjusted his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

Then he noticed you.

Breathless. Adrenaline still clinging to him, that stupid smirk he always wore on his face.

You didn’t even realize you were standing there holding your breath the whole time until he started walking towards you slowly. Like there wasn’t a bleeding guy on the stonecold ground.

Usual cocky look still on his face,

,,You’re nervous again”

He clicked his tongue,

,,Cute.”

Your eyes kept flicking between his.

You didn’t know what to say. He was studying every micro expression you made, which made you even more nervous.

,,I should probably go..” you just mumbled quickly, your breathing turning uneven now.

,,Mhm,” he slipped his hands in his pockets,

,,You probably should.”

He brushed past you. The smell of iron and cigarette smoke lingering in the air—leaving you with the clear view of the bloodied guy in the alley.

You stood there frozen for a few more moments before your body finally started cooperating with you again.

Your legs carried you to your school.

Quick steps,

Mind still clouded from the interaction.

The image of the guy on the ground barely breathing, all while he was unbothered to even look back.

What else would you expect from him, right?

,,Yah, Y/N, you with us?” your friend nudged your arm clearly noticing your mind was elsewhere.

,,I’m sorry, what were you saying?” you apologetically smiled and listened now.

,,There’s a video that totally blew up this morning,” she said unlocking her phone to show you. ,,That guy.. what was his name? Wolf, he beat up one guy from the class above us. Total jerk that was walking around like he owned it here.” She kept talking about it, but your mind stopped the moment she said this—Wolf.

You didn’t even notice someone was filming it.

Must’ve been before you appeared because the video ended and you were nowhere to be seen.

You let out a breath of relief,

,,See? It’s insane. Nobody dared to fuck with him and now he’s gonna be walking around the school with a black eye and broken nose.” She giggled and put her phone down.

,,Who is this wolf guy anyway?” You asked pretending to not know exactly who she was talking about.

,,It’s some gangster from the other school. He’s so hot but totally psychotic. I don’t even think he ever actually showed any emotions on the videos i saw on twitter of him. Just the cocky smirk” She leaned in continuing to talk. ,,I think he’s actually insane, but fuck he’s so tall, right?” She was whispering now and you ,,Yeah.. seems like it.” pretended to be completely unbothered by him being dragged into your school life now as well.

You had cram school today. Meaning you were staying until 7pm in school. That was actually working out perfectly for you because you could drop the package off.

It was near a corner shop you knew. Sold some ramen and other stuff you’d buy in a convenience store.

You were supposed to meet specifically behind it so people wouldn’t directly see.

It was around 7:20 as you were leaving cram school. You’d be on the spot in no more than 20 minutes, which was perfect.

You needed to buy some soju to calm yourself down.

It was getting dark, the sun setting. Your quiet steps lead you towards the front door of the shop. You paced around trying to pick out the soju and you ended up taking a few cans of cola as well.

You didn’t bother to buy a bag, carrying the soju in one hand and the pack of the cans in the other.

You turned to the corner where the alley was.

Dark as shit.

,,Fuck my life..” you took a heavy breath as you tried to open the soju in your hand.

You fiddled with it for a moment before you finally opened it. ,,Bingo.” You quietly praised the moment.

You took a sip.

Then another.

And then the whole bottle was empty.

Didn’t even take you 5 minutes, the alcohol slowly creeping up your system.

It was 7:58—suddenly you heard heavy footsteps.

A tall guy. You couldn’t exactly see before the lamp hit his frame.

There’s no way.

It was the guy from the video. Black eye, angry steps.

He stopped, looking you in the eyes.

Then he smiled.

It wasn’t the kind of smile that made you feel safe. No. This was different.

,,You’re that fucking bitch that watched me get beat up this morning huh?” he stepped towards you and your body took a step back.

,,You know.. i thought my day was shit, but fuck, this made it all better.”

He took another step.

Your back hit the brick wall.

,,I’m just delivering your shit.” Your voice sounded weak. Too weak.

Something about him made your stomach tighten.

,,My shit?” He scoffed literally tearing the package away from your hands. ,,Did you enjoy watching me? Enjoyed talking with that motherfucker?” he had his hand on the wall beside your head now, leaning in.

,,I didn’t. I did not. I don’t even know him..” you backed your head as much as you could against the wall.

,,Surely didn’t look like it, hm?” He breathed completely invading your personal space now. ,,I bet he’d be real pissed off if I played around with his delivery girl..” he took a strand of your hair now, putting it behind your ear. You snapped his away.

That made him mad.

,,You fucking bitch—“

,,Having fun?” you turned your head immediately relieved at the sight of the so familiar glasses he always wore.

,,Without me?” He was coming closer.

The guy backed off without a blink of an eye,

you took a deep breath now looking at whatever was about to go down.

,,What? No words now?” He smirked now standing next to the guy.

He took his cigarette out.

,,Look it’s a misunderstanding. We were negotiating–“

Flicking the fire.

Smoke leaving his lips.

He scoffed. Leaned in, while his hands were in his pockets,

,,Didn’t look like it.” He just smiled. But his eyes turned mean.

He was mad.

He breathed out, partially just annoyed at this whole inconvenience to him.

,,I don’t like it when someone fucks with something that belongs to me.” He looked him in the eyes.

There was a pause, the guy backed off.

You were holding your breath. Again.

You couldn’t even feel your legs at this point.

There was a moment of silence.

Then the guy just mumbled some words you didn’t catch,

In the blink of an eye a fist flew right in his other eye this time.

Impact making him fall to the ground.

Seongje just put on an annoyed expression, kicking the guy for the sake of it now.

Completely humiliating him in the process.

,,That’s where you should stay.” He chuckled, his gaze turning to you now.

Your heartbeat jumped. You backed off into the wall again.

He was towering over you now. Looking you in the eyes.

,,Your breathing’s fast..”

His finger traced the pulse on your neck.

Your gaze flicked towards the guy still lying on the ground, before you looked back at seongje.

,,Thank you.” You whispered.

You were genuinely thankful. Because god knows where it would go if he didn’t show up.

,,No need. Just checking up if the transaction went well.”

He smirked,

flicking off the rest of his cigarette onto the ground.

You rolled your eyes at his response, scoffing quietly. The strange hypnotic spell he seemed to always put you under finally falling.

You turned and started walking away, only to hear footsteps behind you.

For once he followed you.

Casually, of course.

The two of you walked in silence, the noise of the city filling the space between you.

After a few minutes, you finally frowned.

,,Why are you walking with me? I don’t need your company you know.”

You kept your eyes away from him, not wanting to see whatever expression he was making.

A chuckle slipped past his lips.

Your head snapped towards him immediately.

,,What?”

,,You obviously do need my company.” He pulled another cigarette from the pack, smoke curling around his lips moments after.

You frowned at him, your jaw tensing.

He was so incredibly annoying.

,,You tense again, baby?”

His tone mockingly condescending.

,,Stop calling me that.”

You sped up, but his hand wrapped around your wrist instantly.

Always the wrist.

,,Walk next to me.”

He tugged you back to his side.

You hated how your body reacted to his touch.

The way your breathing quickened. The goosebumps rising along on your arms.

,,Always so eager to leave,” he murmured, taking a drag from his burning cigarette.

,,trying to escape the inevitable?”

,,Yeah and what’s that supposed to mean?” You said as he finally looked at you again.

,,The need.”

He kept staring in your eyes. Stopping in his tracks alongside with you.

,,You don’t think I notice?”

Amusement lingered in his eyes.

You frowned slightly, genuinely confused now.

,,What do you m-“

,,Your body.”

He stepped in front of you, lifting his finger beneath your jaw until you were forced to look at him.

The smell of cigarettes lingering on his skin immediately clouded your senses.

,,It reacts to me.”

Your breathing turned uneven. Heat brushed through your body too fast.

You blinked rapidly.

,,See?”

He whispered in your ear.

Then just like that, the tension snapped.

He started walking again, leaving you completely disarmed in front of your apartment building.

,,Have a nice night, baby.”

And with that, he dissapeared around the corner.

Lazy footsteps fading into the night alongside the smell of his cologne.

You were hot.

Sweating even.

You quickly unlocked the front door of the apartment building, not slowing down until you finally shut the door to your apartment behind you.

Your back slid against the door as you sank to the floor.

He is getting under your skin.

You knew it.

And somehow you couldn’t do anything about it anyway.

,,The need…” you scoffed quietly, replaying the interaction in your head.

Thank god it was finally the weekend.

You pushed yourself up and started undressing for a shower.

The bathroom door clicked shut behind you before you stepped under the hot water.

Water slid down your skin, slowly washing away the lingering smell of smoke and cologne he’d left behind.

[ikigaidao]

Pt. 2

summary: you owe him. For what?—let’s just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.

warnings: strong language, rough sex and degrading (these two not yet ;))

You woke up the next morning. Kinda hangover, but nothing too bad.

You don’t even know, how you made it home. After the little charade back at the bowling you went straight home—didn’t care about Jae and his broken nose, you did not wanna deal with that yet—the explaining.

You had an image to keep, a status even? You weren’t exactly a popular person in school, but still nobody knew you did some kind of stuff that you occasionally did.

No one ever found out, you had your ways to sneak around.

Tomorrow was school so you had to think of a plan, it was really annoying.

Jae was few classes behind yours in school. Made it really difficult to avoid a conversation you would love to avoid, but can’t.

You went on with your day—cleaning, watching TV for a while and then studying. That’s what you’re doing now.

You tried to learn some of the maths, but your head kept spinning back to the encounter you had with Seongje—how did that even happen? You promised yourself you would never. Ever. Let yourself loose like that again. You had a certain disgust towards him—towards what he did. ,,Come on..” you mumbled as you were just drawing random shapes on the paper with your pen.

You scoffed and leaned back on the chair, looking out the window now— ding ding—your phone buzzed. You took it immediately staring at the message,

asshole: tomorrow, after school. Might even wait outside for you.

Fuck,

-do not. I will be at our usual spot.

asshole: 3pm. Sharp.

Okay, good. You finally let out a breath, tossing your books in your bag before collapsing onto your bed–slowly you drifted off.

Morning and most of the day were the same as usual. Nothing interesting happening until lunch. Jae—of course. He was headed your way. You were talking with your friend in the hallway, ,,Y/N would you mind? It’ll be a second.” You just nodded, silently apologizing to your friend and she just rolled her eyes smiling.

He lead the way to some corner next to the stairs— ,,Look, what the hell was the other night? Where were you after? And why do you even know that guy?” He just spit the questions out on you and you knew you had to explain or he’ll keep digging until he actually finds out.

,,Look Jae, I don’t know the guy personally. I saw him a few times when i was out, yes. But that’s all. About where was I.. i had to go home,” you said firmly ,,Not like that’s any of your bussiness though.” You just scoffed, ,,Nice nose you have by the way..” you smiled and turned around—walking away from him. He just stood there trying to gather some of the few things you said to him, you were never really a sharing type of a person. But something wasn’t clicking.

It was almost 3pm, you packed your stuff and headed towards the school gates—that’s when you saw him.

Orange fucking windbreaker.

Of course he’d wear something like that.

You sighed and sped up.

He was in a black car, some bmw—you hurried to him and opened the door, sitting in the passenger seat. ,,What the hell are you doing here! I told you to go to our usual spot! What if people saw you,” you looked around, worried someone put two and two together. He chuckled.

You were so cute when that mask of yours slipped and you let yourself loose.

,,I don’t care who sees us.” he fixed his glasses,

,,Saw our little friend earlier,” he tapped his finger on the steering wheel.

,,Still looked a little upset about the nose thing.” He tried not to burst out laughing and you just rolled your eyes at his fucking ego. Unbelievable.

But you did find it a little funny—he sure as shit deserved it at the end of the day.

Seongje started the car.

Exhaled and leaned back into his seat.

One arm rested against the open window. The other stayed on the steering wheel.

His legs spread lazily.

,,This task is simple, you take the pills i give you and just bring it to someone union works with,” he glanced at you ,,Can you do that for me?” His voice was barely above a whisper. His annoyingly hypnotizing eyes locked on you,

,,S-sure” you quickly said and turned to your window.

,,Where are we going then?” You mumbled, curious now.

,,My place. Forgot the package at home.”

You turned your head in a “what the fuck seongje?” way.

You’ve never been to his place and you didn’t want to ever visit him. That fucker probably did that shit on purpose to annoy and stress you out—

,,Hey,” he glanced at you.

His hand settled on your thigh like it belonged there.

,,Relax princess.” His finger tapped lazily on your school uniform,

,,Im not gonna rape you or anything..probably wouldn’t even have to.” He chuckled and licked his lips staring at the road again. You looked down on your thigh where his hand was for a few seconds before he withdrew it casually.

,,You wish, Geum.”

He stopped the car,

,,Oh i do.”

The apartment complex looked worn out, nothing fancy. All dimly lit.

,,Maybe we could recreate the first time.”

He leaned closer,

his breath was now on your neck.

What the fuck was happening? Your mind and body were not cooperating.

,,Might even film it again..”

That did it.

You opened the car door spitting “fuck you” out of your lips before shutting the door behind you.

He walked ahead, like he expected you to follow.

Hands in pockets, head down.

Wearing his fucking smirk.

He knew what he was doing.

Every word. Every touch.

It was like he knew you better than you knew yourself. Your body always reacting before your brain registered it.

He pushed all your fucking buttons and somewhere in the middle of all that shit he still had the upper hand and you hated that.

His apartment was plain. No decorations, just necessities he needed to survive.

Bunch of ramen noodles on his kitchen table, cigarettes in ashtray,

,,You done snooping?”

He threw his windbreaker on old leather couch.

Leaving him just in his black shirt and that chain he always wore.

,,I-im not. I was just checking if you had any murder weapons around, just to make sure im making it out alive, you know.” Just giving him a flat look.

,,Are you that afraid of me?” he took the package from the couch.

Took one step.

Then another

Until he backed you off into the kitchen counter.

,,No fuck ups.“ he leaned in,

,,Seriously.” He smirked. His hand taking a strand of your hair out of your face. You snapped his hand away.

,,You’re tense again.” He put on a fake sympathy look,

,,Do i make you that nervous, baby?”

Sigh escaped your lips while you just grabbed the package, not even reacting to it anymore. Heading straight towards the front door.

Just as you were about to open it—

A hand grabbed your wrist, again.

You were getting used to him always hooking his fingers around your wrist at this point.

,,Damn no goodbye kiss either?”

He tugged at your wrist.

You fell into his chest for a moment before you gathered yourself up immediately, taking a step back,

,,For what? Not leaking my nudes? Yeah sure, lets fuck. Like you deserve that shit.”

His smirk never left his face, but you could feel the change.

Wrong thing to say.

His grip tightened.

His other hand snapped behind your neck, dragging you closer.

,,You talk too much when you’re nervous,” you could feel his body heat now.

You gave him a look, fighting the urge to react.

,,Your jaw is tense. Do you have something to say?”

You couldn’t do anything. You felt defeated.

,,I need to go Seongje.” You whispered. Before you could react,

his lips pressed against your collarbone,

your breath stopped. ,,Don’t dissapoint me.” He said before letting you go..

[ikigaidao]

Pt. 1

summary: you owe him. For what?—let’s just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.

warnings: 18+, strong language, rough sex, toxic dynamic, degrading

that’s all i think. This will be more chapters, this one is not that explicit. Just a lot of tension and getting yall into the plot—enjoy!

You didn’t really know Geum Seongje.

Except for the tasks he made you do here and there.

They weren’t really dangerous or anything—You weren’t part of the union though.

And you would never be—how could you? You were straight A student, always attended cram school, never any troublemaking near you.

But you had your secrets—one night stands, smoking, occasional drinking, nothing too crazy, but for some people it for sure would be.

Your parents trusted you, cared mostly about grades–as long as you brought home tests graded A, you could pretty much do anything.

It all started when you were having your usual night—well your one night stand type of night.

You and your prince charming for tonight decided to go bowling, you were against it at first, because it was a place where the union spend most of their time, also you wanted to avoid seongje.

No need to see him except the tasks, the less he knew about you the better.

But he kept talking about some “come i insist ill buy you whatever drink you’ll want” and that was irresistible for you.

You had to get drunk to even enjoy his annoying ass. He was gorgeous, but plain personality-wise.

Not really for you, but he was a good fuck, you think, since most of the time you were wasted.

You occasionally slept with him like once every three months? The only issue was the fact that he was talking too much, always about his parents, the way they pay the school to get him out of all trouble—like he had any, you always wanted to laugh in his face for that.

But he, on the other hand–was super into you. Sometimes it scared you off and then you didn’t text for months.

You were on your way there.

You doing the smoking.

him doing the talking.

,,Have you ever considered quitting this shit? Seriously it’s not good for you..” he just brought you back from your deep thoughts with that one.

,,Like I give a shit Jae.” You couldn’t care less about his point of view on things and you sure as hell won’t ever listen to a man like him commanding you around.

He just sighed and opened the door for you–the atmosphere was nice there.

People talking, playing, some smoking. There was a bar near the alley—your destination for now.

,,Yah, come here, I’m gonna need you to fullfill your promise.” You yanked his arm and basically dragged him there.

,,Hi, I would like to get two vodka shots..wait no four,” you turned to Jae and whispered ,,Two for each, don’t worry.” You just smiled and turned back.

,,As you wish.” The tattooed lady said and went to the back of the bar.

You turned–with your back to the bar, your ass barely sitting on the stool— to look around.

You were enjoying yourself, while your company went ahead to pay for the bowling.

And then it hit you.

Seongje.

He was sitting across the room, chatting with like four other men, each of them laughing except for him.

He looked exactly as people called him.

A wolf.

Just waiting for the right occasion to beat the shit out of somebody.

He turned his gaze to you— ,,Fuck”

You quickly looked down at your shoes.

One second.

Two.

Three.

Then you finally looked up again, he was talking to someone else— smirking now.

Oh, fuck me. Him and his huge ego—you scoffed and turned around sitting down now.

,,Sorry,” Jae said as he returned to your side, still slightly out of breath.

,,The reservation line was insane. Had to pay extra too.”

Before you could answer, he took your hand and lead you towards your bowling alley.

The TV lit up, scores being on zero for now. Oh, he’s gonna fucking loose.

,,Listen,” he stepped behind you whispering in your ear ,,If i win…you will stay till morning?” You caught your laugh in your throat, he noticed but didn’t say anything. ,,Sure, but if i win.. we go early and just fuck somewhere?”

You were getting drunk.

He kept buying more shots—

,,Here for your another task princess?”

Fuck.

You coughed and turned your gaze immediately to him, ,,Fuck you want seongje, now is not the time, im here privately.” You said visibly nervous now–

,,what the fuck is he talking about Y/N..?”

You didn’t respond.

Didn’t care enough to.

Or maybe you were just too preoccupied with staring at seongje.

This will have to be a problem to solve later.

,,Privately..that’s why you’re laughing so loud the whole place can hear you?”

He was calm—for now.

Your wannabe date stepped in after that ,,I don’t care who you are, but don’t talk to her like that.” He stepped next to you.

You told him to wait, but it was too late.

You barely blinked before Seongje threw a punch that made Jae fall to the ground.

You yelped and before you could barely help him–

,,You’re coming with me.”

He grabbed you by your wrist.

Yanking you around the place, not even looking back at the damage he did.

,,Yah, let go! No need to drag me jesus, what’s wrong with you?” you were pissed off.

He backed you off into a wall putting one hand against it.

He stepped closer to you. Towering above you right now.

,,What’s wrong with me? You owe me. You do as you’re told. Fuck you’re lucky im not dragging your ass around every other day-“ he scoffed.

Amused at all of this.

He turned around taking a step back.

,,You literally punched my date in the face. You keep making my life harder. I don’t wanna do it anymore.” You mumbled your words out softening now.

You tried to sound firm.

You sounded regretful.

He scoffed and chuckled

,,you..” he looked at the ground.

Playing with his tongue inside his mouth.

He looked you in the eyes, ,,You want out? There’s no out. You stay with me till i say you’re done, I don’t think you want your little porn tape out.”

Your jaw dropped.

Heart stopping and your ears started ringing.

The tape—haunting you.

One fucking mistake you made.

You were drunk as shit back when you were 17 and stumbled upon Seongje for the first time in a club. You didn’t know.

Didn’t realize.

You were just drunk and fucking dumb. You went to the toilets and you sucked his dick.

He fucking filmed that shit.

Tormenting you ever since then—well more like haunting you with it whenever you started being difficult or too bold for his liking.

You didn’t know why he couldn’t let it go, but he never did.

You had no idea that it was the best blow job he ever had, your eyes fluttering at him, humming against his dick—fuck, he craved you.

And he fucking hated himself for that.

He never craved anyone.

Just meaningless sex with random girls. They obeyed. Did anything he said. All of them knew who he was. So it was easy.

,,It was a fucking mistake jesus christ can’t you let that shit go?” Your eyes flickered between his irises.

Your stomach twisted.

Legs pressed together—you liked this, he thought to himself, his pride just swelling.

,,Mhm,” he chuckled stepping closer to you.

You were breathing against him.

The smell of cologne and cigarettes clouding your senses.

,,You keep telling yourself that.”

His thumb brushed against your wrist.

,,While you look at me like you want to be fucking destroyed by me.”

He bend down a bit now looking straight at you.

“I.. I don’t. It was- i was looking around,”

,,No you weren’t.”

Simple sentence.

Yet so impactful it hit a spot you didn’t know still existed.

He smirked.

Moved his head to your ear.

His hot breath brushing against your skin.

,,You’re trembling”

His voice was above a whisper.

Your breath caught, you were fidgety now.

Good—he thought.

,,Next time shut your mouth.” he licked his lips

,,Or won’t be as nice.”

Then the tension broke.

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until the door closed.

Your heartbeat fast like you ran a marathon and your usual attitude completely stripped out of you.

,,Fuck..what the fuck..” you whispered to yourself staring at the ground, you were pissed off.

Maybe at him.

Or maybe at yourself for reasons you didn’t wanna admit to yourself.

[ikigaidao]

summary: Han su-gang, your bully, that you hated so much… but did you really?

warnings: smut, rough sex, non-con but shes into it lowkey, degrading

posting this again..

Han su-gang. You hated him. He made your life a living hell alongside his stupid friends that only laughed at your suffering and the way he humiliated you.

Another day- another beating? Humiliation? Empty words just to make you shake with fear?

You weren’t the only person he bullied, it was almost the whole school. He came in and sometimes his eyes landed on you for a few seconds before he moved his sight to someone else just to fuck with them.

So many nights you spend fearing for the next day and what’s gonna come. You tried to make sense of it sometimes. It felt different, when it was just you and him. Sometimes he would take you to another classroom telling his friends he is gonna beat you up so much. And he did. But strangely different when you were alone. There was a lot of weird fucking tension.

„Listen Su-gang I- I can explain I can do something, anything please just don’t beat me up so much.” You always begged. He’d just stare at you and then smirk. The empty smirk you hated so much.

He walked up to you. One step. Then another. You moved till your back hit the wall. And he was inches away from you. He just whispered in your ear like you were one of his bitches, like he didn’t bully you each day.

„Anything..huh?” He just chuckled implying exactly what you thought.

„I didn’t mean it like that.” You whispered not moving an inch.

He looked you in the eyes, faking offence. Jerk.

„Why not? You whore. I bet you secretly dream about me anyways” What did he just call me? Before you could even think about any consequences of your actions you pushed him of off you. And you ran. Ran like hell. You opened the door and you ran till you were out of the damn school you hated so much.

Meanwhile without your knowledge su-gang stood in the classroom having enough of this.

He kept lying to himself he just bullied you specifically so much, because you were annoying. Disposable. Easy target. You never really dared to do anything, but you also weren’t acting like a little bitch…well sometimes you did, when he pushed it too far. He would never admit to anyone, not even himself, the many nights or just quick breaks in the bathroom, where he jerked off at the thought of fucking you. Why? He asked himself. He never really made any sense of it and he didn’t plan to as well.

He didn’t do feelings or love. But he did fuck, like a lot. No one could get him off as well as the thought of you though.

When you came home it was late afternoon. You sprinted to your room, before your parents came home and just undressed from your uniform into comfortable clothing. You sat on the bed and kept replaying whatever the fuck happened once again.

„Why the fuck do you keep taking me somewhere private more often..” you murmoured to yourself as you changed the side you were laying on. Little did you know the growing issue your bully had with you.

It was getting late and you watched some new k-drama that came out, you stopped the show and turned off your laptop heading to your bathroom for a shower.

On your way to the shower your phone buzzed. You opened it and saw a text from your dad.

dad: sorry honey, ill be home really late. Make it up to you next weekend?”

You didn’t reply. Just sighed. It was always like this, your parents fought, your mom got mad, your dad had to fix the mess and then go work extra hours. You just got used to it at this point. You opened your door to the bathroom undressing and turning the shower on waiting a bit for it to turn hot. As you were one foot in the shower your phone buzzed again.

„cmon dad..” you took your foot out and came to the sink again. When you looked at the message you froze. This can’t be happening. This is not real.

unknown number: thought i would pay you a visit after our little interaction in the classroom to make sure my little whore was okay. Open the door. Now.

This is a fucking joke right? What the fuck were you supposed to do now? Pretend youre not home? How did he even get your number? And adress? You turned the shower off standing there for another minute—ding ding

unknown number: you have two minutes before i break the fucking door and drag you by the hair outside.

You dropped your phone, panicking. You quickly threw on your crop top and pajama pants. Fuck, you’re literally naked. You ran quickly to your bedroom across the hall and threw on a zip up hoodie to at least cover your nipples that could be seen through the white top.

You ran to the front door of your apartment and unlocked the door literally freezing in the doorway at the sight of him. You looked at him, he was wearing his green bomber with his perfect fucking tie, hair styled with his empty look. He looked you up and down and then poked his tongue in his mouth. You just covered yourself more and asked him „What do you want? Why did you come here? How did you even get inside?” You stumbled out the most important questions that you could possibly think of in this very second.

„So many fucking questions, kitty cat..” he pushed through you and welcomed himself in your apartment taking the handle of the front door and closing it. Locking it. You just watched him as he looked around the apartment, hands in pockets and small smirk plastered on his face, then he looked at you. Like really looked, it wasn’t as empty for a second and you noticed it. You didn’t mention it. No. But noticed.

„I had to pull a lot of strings to get here, though you don’t look as happy to see me hm?” He took a step forward—closer to you.

You just watched him not knowing what to really do. You nervously picked skin on your fingers.

„I asked you a question.” He tilted his head clearly enjoying seeing you so uncomfortable not knowing what to expect from him.

„I.. I um.. what do you want from me?” You kept your voice down looking him in the eyes, because that was the only weapon you had left to use. Eye contact. You couldn’t do anything else to stand up for yourself, so at least you did this to pretend you weren’t fucking terrified of him and had some power over what was happening.

„I just.. show me your bedroom.” He said coldly.

„What?..” Why the hell does he need to know where your bedroom is and hopefully it wasn’t what you were thinking. God, please may he not rape me.

„Show me your bedroom, now Y/N” he said more sternly. You just nodded slowly and guided him towards your room. Before you could turn around you heard the door being closed. When you turned around you saw him walking towards you, not really quickly but not slowly as well, just enough so you were caught off guard. You backed off a bit, but before you could miss him completely he put a hand on your throat—not choking, just holding enough to make breathing harder. Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to say something, but he cut you off

„I hurried here. I didn’t punish you for slapping me and yet you still seem to be completely oblivious to the fact that if you were anyone else you’d be dead right now.” He whispered in your ear. You could feel his warm body against yours and your face tingled, when he whispered that to your ear. All you could think about was how your body started to react. And how fucking wrong this is.

„I’m sorry” you whispered, he moved his head to look you in the eyes and you could hear his breathing, like really hear—you almost believed he wasn’t alive when you we’re in school, because you never heard his heart beat—only knowing his cold gaze. Now you did hear it though.

„I noticed the way you look at me..you want me to fuck you hm?” His head got closer to you moving to the side just waiting for your response. What? What the hell was happening.

You never ever allowed yourself to acknowledge the fact that you did find him attractive in a way. Like a lot. You also never acknowledged the fact that when your fingers were inside of you, sometimes your mind wandered off to the thought of him being the one doing it. You never allowed yourself to think about it after. You clearly had some fucking issues and you didn’t wanna deal with that.

„I-Im.. what are you talking about su-gang?..” you breathed out without realizing. Immediately regretting not controlling yourself more. He moved his hand to the bottom of your throat and let the hand rest there, while his other hand reached your jaw near your ear.

„I bet if I reached down between your legs right now, you’d be soaked.” He said in such calm tone all while having that confident smirk of his. Your breath hitched and you quickly answered

„No.. I wouldn’t. I’m not.” You looked up at him your breathing quicker now. He noticed everything. Every little reaction you had. Well, more like your body had. He knew you hated that you wanted him to fuck you. And he hated he wanted to do it. He dragged his right hand from your jaw slowly alongside your chest, your stomach and he stopped on your waistband. He looked you in the eyes.

„Fucking desperate.” He just said as you looked at him already looking completely fucked out just from this. He kept playing with the waistband till he decided you were desperate enough and his hand slid down to your panties. He put two fingers on your clothed cunt. You whined, unaware of your body’s reactions, hating yourself for that.

„Liar. You’re soaked..” he couldn’t hold his own breath and how hard he already was seeing you fall apart in front of him. ,,I haven’t even touched you properly yet..” he was looking down between your legs and then his gaze turned up to your face—your lips, then your eyes. All you managed to do was watch this all unravel, because your body was obviously not cooperating with common fucking sense you should have. ,,Su-gang.. no—“ you tried to push him away with the last bit of logical thinking left in you, but his grip at the back of your throat was too strong. ,,uh-uh, you don’t get to run away now and pretend you’re not letting your bully touch your soaked cunt..such a slut..” The tension was never ending his fingers just resting there, provoking. Not doing enough, but also doing just enough to feel it—feel how your cunt clenched around nothing. And then his fingers finally moved. He put them to your clothed hole, soaking. ,,Fuck-“ He breathed out without even realizing, hoping you didn’t hear. But you did and you whined at that, creasing your brows. He suddenly flipped both of you around, holding you by your throat, your back hitting the locked door. You just cursed under your breath at the impact and looked up at him. He was loosing it, you could feel it and maybe..even see it. He looked…animalistic, like he had only a bit of control left before he just turned you around and fucked you raw from behind.

He threw your stupid hoodie off and looked at your chest under such thin fabric—he grunted and then his lips crashed on your throat. Not romantically, not with care. Just with need that has been building up for weeks now. He was hungrily biting down on your neck and a moan saying his name escaped your lips. You were cursing yourself in your head for letting that slip out. He chuckled and put his lips near your ear —whispering ,,That’s right. Moan my name while i make you feel the best you ever had in your life..slut.” Your breathing hitched and his hand cupped your breast and slid down between your legs again, he just rubbed his fingers and you were whining and buckling your hips up—your body unknowingly begging for more. He was like a predator. Waiting for his prey to start begging to be eaten alive. His fingers eventually sped up and the room was filled with your moans and whines. And then he stopped. And pulled his hand out. He backed out in front of you putting hands in his pockets as he chuckled and looked at you. God he wanted to take you right now right there, but he wanted to savour it. You whined at the loss of contact, gathering yourself up a bit even though your cheeks were flushed and your hair was a mess, hickeys all over your neck still throbbing from the pain.

,,Why.. why did you sto-“

,,Beg for it.” He came closer to you looking in your eyes knowing how humiliating it already was for you and he, of course enjoyed it. You just looked at him your mouth opening to say something.. but what? What did you even wanna say right now? That you don’t want it? Or that you were wet because you were thinking of someone else and this was basically rape? You wanted so badly to lie to him just as much as to yourself for wanting this.

,,Beg me for it. Beg me to make you cum, because i know you want it to be me so bad. You were soaked just from me doing that..so needy hm? Didn’t even put my fingers inside of you..” He traced your jaw with his finger making you look at him. ,,I’m not gonna..beg you for it n-no.” You mumbled out his hand now on your neck and his face even closer.

He cupped your breast his other hand sliding down again making you moan out already because you were so sensitive. He was biting your neck and licking it with his tongue ,,Now Y/N, or ill stop and tell everyone what a slut- you are- letting me touch you like this..” he kept saying in between his kisses, it was all too much. Your pride was gone the moment he slid his finger under your panties and just stopped there torturously. ,,P-please, please su-gang.. just touch me already i need it” your eyes were watering from the humiliation, which turned him even more ,,fuck..” he tore your shit off in seconds and slid his finger inside of you in one rough thurst. He wasn’t slow, no, he was fingering you so fast you couldn’t even breathe properly just a mess of moans escaping from your mouth. He slid another finger. Pumping them in and out of you in insane speed. You felt your orgasm coming.

,,M-m so close..su- sugang im gonna- s- stop..” Your walls clenched around him and as you were about to reach your peak he slid them out of you. His fingers coated in your slick fluids. He just started at you darkly licking his lips. ,,And who told you..you could cum?” He said tilting his head. ,,I- i thought…”

,,Mmm you thought..” he lifted his hand putting the two fingers that were pumping into you moments ago, on your bottom lip.

,,Open.” His gaze turning to your eyes for a moment and then back to his hand again. You just lightly opened your mouth and his fingers immediately slid in your mouth. You cried out a choke because he was shoving them so deep. He was breathing so fast it was taking all his strength to not moan already at the sight of you sucking your own juices from his fingers while tears streamed down your cheeks so humiliated at how easy you made it for him. He just growled and turned you around. Your cheek hitting the wall as you let out a startled moan. Your pants were buckled on your ankles in moments and you heard his zipper. ,,Su-gang..” you whispered unable to keep your body still. ,,You need to stop saying my name like that.” He breathed out pulling out his throbbing dick. ,,You wanna be fucked so bad mm? You wanna feel me inside of you? Shit.. I don’t even know if you deserve that…fuck it.”

He thursted in you—no warning. No gentlesness. You screamed out a pleasured moan from the pain and pleasure you felt. He didn’t move. Just grabbed your hair and yanked your head up. His other hand landed a harsh slap on your ass. Stinging. Then another and another. ,,That’s for thinking you can just push me and run away, bitch.” He whispered out of breath his jaw locking tight. You just choked out a moan “Please.. im sorry- im so- sorry” you could feel the tears coming as he kept slapping you for sure leaving bruises later. And then he moved. You couldn’t handle it anymore whimpering and squirming under him. He thursted in and out of you in such a torturous pace it was stealing the air out of your lungs.

,,Shit- such a whore- just taking it.. so pathetic.” He couldn’t even form full senteces in one go as he kept the pace. ,,Needed me to fuck the disrespect out of you hm?” One hard thurst. You cried out from pleasure and the stretch. ,,Shit- you’re practically sucking me in.. a-are you that desperate Y/N?” He was holding your hip harshly and slammed into you again and again and again. “Answer me.” He grunted more angry now. ,,I-i’m- fuck- please.. i need it.” you couldn’t think properly just saying words completely gone from the pleasure you felt. ,,Fuck- fuck-“ he moaned out already far gone too otherwise he would never allow himself to moan. “S-sugang gonna..gonna come, Fuck-“ he kept slamming into you feeling you clench around him, fucking loosing it himself. ,,Gonna cum all over the dick you’ve been daydreaming about huh?” He said taking his other hand and putting his fingers inside of your mouth. ,,Such a fucking desperate slut.. fuck- just- dripping on my dick.” He was breathing out every word. Each word sending sparks through your body. You felt the pressure building up in your lower stomach.

Suddenly he quickly turned you around and started choking you out. Not fully, but enough for you to start loosing vision, only fueling your pleasure more. ,,Open your eyes.” He barked at you. You barely managed to keep your eyes focused on him as he was slamming into you with such a strong force. ,,I want you to look me im the eyes as you come on my cock. Sh-shit—you hate me so much now Y/N?” His half open eyes from pleasure sending daggers through you. All you managed was to moan his name and he grunted in response. Fastening his pace. You couldn’t hold it anymore the pleasure being too much as electricity sparked through your whole body, your vision turning white. You choked out a high-pitched moan.

This was it for him. He slammed into you one last time so deep, and emptied himself into you. His cum dripping from your cunt onto your thighs. He just whispered a moan and put his forehead on yours, licking his lips.

You didn’t even catch your breath properly as he was already tucking himself in leaving you against the door, your legs shaking and your cunt filled with his cum. Shame started to take over. What did I allow him to do?…

He turned around and just chuckled poking tongue in his mouth. You slid down sitting against the door.

He just kneeled in front of you and took your jaw to make you look at him. ,,Thought i started bullying a fucking loser. Turns out you’re just as fucked up as any of us.” He stood up. ,,Move.” You listened. Just moving out of the way completely wrecked.

He opened the door, but before stepping out he turned to you again just saying ,,This isn’t over.”

And just like that he left.