Warnings ⚠️— manipulation, obsession, power imbalances, age gaps, inappropriate behavior
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I came up with multiple plot lines and felt unimpressed everytime 😭 I know this dragged longer than necessary, let's blame life and burn out —it also lowkey felt triggering bc I was in a similar situation when this ask came through 💀ayy nothing happened -did my best to not be a homewrecker 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ anyweeyyys
I hope this is decent.
I haven't posted a fic in so long it actually feels terrifying.
This story contains mature themes , MDNI!!!
You just had something about you , an addictive pull that drew attention —male praise and envy alike. You knew this from a pretty young age , that you could play men, that men were pretty much all the same no matter the angle you viewed them from
-Visual with a deep need for control,
they could be so simple.
It was so simple,
If they felt control in your presence —you would become addictive to them.
Maybe that's why you widened your eyes, bit the back of your pencil and feigned attention in maths class , in biology , physics, accounting —maybe that's why your grades stayed in their 90s even when you barely paid any attention.
You became the model student in every classroom entered, all at the bat of your eyelashes —you never had to lift a finger and you'd be gone as soon as they decided that there was something unspoken there, something they needed to possess to maintain some control, they could risk it all for something more but— you'd leave, retracting with coldness, leaving them lost - desperate for more —confused and obsessed —men much old enough to father your mother, men old enough to parent you, men in cold manipulative fields who could probably buy you and trade your existence for something so small as a cigarette , you'd seen a lot and you could still conclude —a man was a man. and when it came down to it ,they wouldn't complain — they could never, what would they say when all you'd done was bat your lashes...?
You had never met a man you couldn't have —until Jungkook.
Something was wrong with Jungkook .
you knew it had to be him because the rest of he office men and women alike drew to you like moths to a flame -everyone else in the office tended you — the reports you needed, your coffee order, anything could be done to make your day easier —you were spoilt rotten and expected no less from your boss
—only. You get the litteral less, something close to nothing beyong the casual standard procedures of office keepings
schedule run throughs, essential report updates, and so forth. anything beyond that came with a set word limit that involved a critical gaze prone to causing silent brain damage –or wet panties.
You felt it deep down, just for a brief moment — that something was deeply wrong with you.
You felt hot at the mere idea of a non-existent memory where he couldn't resist you —where he desired you, day dreams of deep , primal, and raw lust oozing from his end
-you needed something. ANYTHING
you craved that silent tug of war , untouched, unspoken ,tension you could cut through with a knife
you just needed Jungkook unhinged , for you.
by you. —putty at the center of your palm
and You always get what you want .
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It was 7pm.
Another late night of work , another night you couldn't take in stride of Jungkook’s silence —another opportunity to break the cycle.
You took a breath in and exhaled another one. The light from the ceiling reflected right at the top of your chest, right where the top 3 buttons —once sealed and closed popped open,
the office was damn near empty, while he was left somewhere in the hallways seeing off the last bit of investors once hosted in a meeting.
you waited for him, perched on a chair right across the desk in his office, You reak of practiced poise, and resembled a personified sharpened knife. Your legs crossed —your skirt bunched to near nothingness and you feigned innocence
Even through your facade you couldn't ignore it.
You see the frame , it faces the direction he sits... like he would crash and burn of he didn't see her face —that or he pleads for a reason to stay grounded.
you have seen her before, drop dead gorgeous
—you found her there and you'll probably leave her there — you scoff a little as you reach for the frame , manicured fingers at the edge of the frame when you turn it towards yourself , a tilt of your head and you're face to frame with a delicately smiling Mrs Jeon —Jungkook.
a creak that goes over your head and he's right behind you ,charged silence
'what are you doing?'
you turn your head, you look up from your seat like a deer caught in head lights, you blink—
you flutter your lashes and speak the language that he speaks -eye contact and charged silence that you don't let sit for long.
"She's gorgeous..."
you chime and absorb every click of his dress shoes , you drown in the scent of his cologne and pout when he turns the frame towards himself —how it should be.
you pout, because that's all you can do and as per usual he has no reaction to you like you don't even exist enough to get that, not even the light of your chest get's a reaction and again -you know it's not
with his attention off you, you whisper -silently, it's not me
it's not me
this all feels new, you never had one you couldn't have and Jungkook feels so distant-
it's not you,
but it kind of stings in the moment.
He briefly assesses the image of his wife, protective and guarded like you'd endanger the framed lady. It's all so sudden, the 180 of your emotions -the short lived flash of his emotions, unidentified, it's subtle but you swear you saw it , close to nothing but it was all for her.
you see it all for a moment and you hate it -you shouldn't, but you feel it —jealousy and possible offense that just delves deeper and deeper. To a possible point where it slices deep.
Maybe it’s the hour, or the light hitting your skin just right, or maybe it’s that damn silence but the tears come quick. Hot. Silent.
Undeniable.
-right there, just when he looks back into your eyes, the only place he ever looks of you - you slip and feel quick tears rushing down your cheeks, a select few enhancing the wasted potential of your tits..
your lips tilt down and you view him through a blurry lense.
a part of you hopes -you blink one away and your sight is momentarily clear in seek of his reaction -but he's rigid -eyes narrowed - controlled and calculating ,you can't accept that .You feel the rug slipping from beneath your feet and you try one last time, to hold onto to your loss of control and so you bring your sleeves to your eyes -voice low and breaking
"i'm s-sorry".
he's caught off guard.
He wants to ignore it , ignore you because a part of him tells him something he can't care to confirm -ever. He wants to let silence handle it and he does just that,
you hear shuffling, drawers opening and a box of tissues is silently placed before you
-he won't ask what's wrong and more tears roll down -he stands there palms slipping into his pockets like he's seen this before -so you try to compose yourself, his eyes never stray -it could be pity, but he looks at all of you that he could see, it's assessment .
like he wants to give you the benefit of the doubt
"where are the reports"
you sniffle -push them forward,...if someone were to enter they'd think you'd been scolded _you feel scolded.
"are they complete?"
"you nodded" head held down, gaze avoidant.
silence and cold stares
'words'
it's like you sense it and you look up at him, lashes wet, mouth parted
—"yes" it's breathy, low and he hums
, barely audible. but it's Jungkook,
he threw you a bone -you look up to see his eyes glued to the file in hand
he's intentional -he would never slip -you tell yourself -it's damaging yet before you can let it sink he orders,
"Mr Kim will take you home."
your mind shuts down, sirens go off
it's like the glass veil cracks and reality -reality slips in, you hate reality and it hurts...
It’s not just dismissal. It feels like exile —the worst thing he could have ever said to you ,there was so much that he cold have done,
he could have pry-ed ,he could have circled the table, reach out -give his back to that photo frame
-and it all feels so horrible, you feel cold and your tears make it feel a bit too real -you almost feel sad beneath the frustration and when you get up to your feet with his eyes on you
-when your chest bounces slightly at the impact of you pulling your skirt down...you hope his eyes are at least in the right place and when your heels click to the door, your lips unable to utter anymore words
You walk out, you walk right past Mr. Kim and straight to your own vehicle because the screwed part of you hopes it irritates something in him, regret- care maybe...you would take anything
and when you speed down the road to your apartment -you vent out your frustration and hope to ram directly into the framed woman you have never met
Heyy, since u write dark romance would you ever write a plot with cheater jk? Something like were jk is married and a new employee at his office tries to seduce him. Like with showing cleavage only with jk around, brushing against him in elevators or even subtly flirting. Jk finally gives in and goes feral. He is not even guilty about fucking her in the office, hotels, work parties with her partner around But will always tell her its the last time so that she keeps up the game and tries seducing him all the time.
😭😭😭i'm having a shitty day and this sounds so fun and unhinged, give me a sec🫡
Okay but why friends to fwb don’t they like each other?
they are bestfriends , they just never really thought of each other like that , I was tired from work when I wrote this so i didn't include too much of a backstory but , jungkook used to have a little crush on her when theyfirst met in high-school, I'm envisioning a shy jungkook, a transfer student who doesn't really talk to people especially girls but was just aambushed by outgoing yn who was popular in high-school , they grow closer into their adult years , hence the bestfriend title , I made the fwb part because their relationship just stepped out of the bounds of friendship with them sleeping together.
I think it is also cool to acknowledge that they are both very attractive people, they have always cared for each other...them sleeping together was almost just because of the bet that got out of hand 😀 I don't know of I'm even making sense , This was just my first attempt at writing smut and I didn't want this to drag on.
Summary: when your weekly hangout with your befriend fuels a bet between the two of you, you take it upon yourself to do your best , even if that means crossing boundaries that neither of you can make a return from.
Warnings: shy kookie. heavy smut. PWP
pwp because being horknee is just not enough reason to have s€x!!
Not Edited.
MDNI!!!!
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This is what had become of your Thursday nights with Jungkook, some forgotten movie playing on his huge tv screen while you ran your fingers through his hair , gasping and trying to muffle the sweet noises he loved so much, just another thing that made him proud to know you so well, proud of how he could just make you tremble by his tongue alone, all of this stemming from that one night.
Your kookie, the shy guy you had just lost a bet to , your once flushed and flustered best friend of seven years n̈ow .
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You stood there before your mirror, soft hands running over the latex piece that caught to you like second skin
It was shard to put on with the many cut outs that blend so well with the lace down going down your navel, it was fascinating how humans could just create things like this. You completed your look with a pair of lace thigh length stockin̈s that the hem was lined with latex. Your make up done to a perfect T , ass sat nice in the little set and it all disappeared under the equally black coat as you clicked your way down to your car
You didn't even need to question your actions and the active role you took In enabling Jungkooks competitive nature
you were just pretty much the same , grinning with mischief at the thought of proving that deep down your best friend of 7 years, once shy enough miss a flight because a woman was in the direction that he wished to travel
Sure he was 17 at the time but the list just kept going and going, again, it was not nice to leverage on his past experiences, you could however get a trip to Boca out of him all you had to do was just turn red , crash out a little over the fact that you were no better than naked in his living room space under his newly purchased red neon light
you trusted that you would have a hole in the shape of your best friend through his door as soon as you started swaying your hips under dim lights where only your silhouette and his eyes exist.
the winning conditions were too easy ,a bet , a result of your previous movie night with jungkook,
It was his turn to pick a movie
his usual picks treaded on some gruesome horror films that would just make you not want to go back home all together.
He mentioned the title somewhere upon pressing play as he mentioned that he'd been looking to watch the film for a while now, you just didn't care to listen because let's face it , you were not going to be needing to remember that .
The characters seemed messy , a party girl and a grumpy boy who was inlove with her , you wondered if he was going to be the one initiated the killings or if it was another well written one where she does it, 15 minutes passed, Jungkook laid his head in your lap, you ran your fingers through his fluffy hair and focused on the film,
all was well until the woman started peeling off her clothes layer by layer down to her underwear and started to dance for the man in her presence
you started it...."hot ,I wonder if I could pull that off..-"
You could feel Jungkook tense in your arms for a second there
"Ooooh , would you borrow me your neon lamp-"
you started giggling, remembering how you had first met the bright light
"It's giving sex dungeon " you had initially joked
You think jungkook is doing that thing where he ignores you so that you eventually quit but he of all people should know that you never quit
"I bet you would turn all red and cover your eyes if I danced for you, maybe I should try Joon or Ta-"
He waltzed off your lap, gaze solid and tongue poking the inside of his cheek , you shut up on instant, your lips twitching , aching to tilt and giggle , he could see it and deliberately he dragged his dark gaze to your lips , your collar bones, your chest , your manicured fingers for split second and then back to your eyes
"Do it." His gaze went up to the tv screen as you scurried to be closer to him sitting on the back of your knees, your hand tucking a strand of hair behind his ear
"Do what Kookie" your voice was teasing not void of humor like his , he's mad , your thumb goes to rub slow circles where he pokes his tongue, your thumb moves to the corner of his lip , you feel it twitch and he smirks , turning his head to you
"Dance for me yn," his hand comes to caress your cheek in soft motions but something about him is not giving you soft in the moment, his eyes are dark, his voice doing that thing of dropping to an octave , like he has left and you are with a whole different person. his knucklesare on your collarbones ,each of his words slowly dragged out as if to give you time to feel them deep in your bones
"show me what this pretty little body can do , if I do as you claim I would ,I'm getting you those tickets to bora. Just pray that you don't lose, YN."
You gulped...but this was your kookie,...right
he was just being his usual competitive self, so you grinned
"Can I use the lights, Kookie ?"
"Use the lights pretty face."
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You stared at the message once more, 'I just knocked off, got a cool movie '
a breath in and another one out.
You slipped your phone back into your purse before punching in the code to Jungkook's apartment.
you don't have to look for him and maybe that makes you a little nervous,
He stood there on his counter , black shirt ,black formal pants , tie discarded somewhere in the room which tells you that had just gotten here himself, a glass of whiskey in his hand and his eyes do that thin̈g where they get extra shiny as he looks in your direction lips still on the glass in his hand
they are only shiny for so long, until he scans the rest of you
It certainly wasn't that cold for the coat, the shoes.. your makeup...
You couldn't, possibly...right ?
A part of him knows you absolutely would , the vixen in you would never let you past the opportunity
you lived for the thrill, liked to watch people melt at your finger tips without ever really doing much
"Hi Kookie " you strutted on your heels to where he stood, giving him a peck on the cheek, so innocent ,like everything was normal.
"could you get the lights for me "
He's hesitant , but he does as you requested. The music starts playing and he gulps ,hard gaze where your coat ties a knot
He's standing in front of you, towering over you in the heels on your feet, his fingers ghost over yours where they touch your belt , the room is luminated in red but you still feel his eyes burn with something, softened for your viewing
"You know you don't have to do this if you don't want to,"
"I want to. Are you quitting on me kookie, scared you gonna lose?"
He's so close to you, he can smell your perfume the scent that haunts him even in your absence, he gives you a long and hard stare and you roll your eyes raising your palm to pledge
"Kook , I'm good and if you don't want this it's okay...I will just go find a place else to use it " you smile and look him through your lashes
his hand on your belt pulls the tie and the front falls open
indulging his curiosity .
There is a silent plea , don't show this to anyone else
You take steps forward leading him back to the couch , he sits down eyes left level with the hem of your panties
You're gone before he can process , stood a distance from him ,in the middle of his living room where you let the soft material of your coat fall to your feet
And you watch him get comfortable, further spreading his legs and adjusting his seating .
And you start , parting your legs slowly , a little spin to give him a view of your back , expectantly your eyes meet his over your shoulder, not yet
You whip your hair and fall so effortlessly to your knees , you're in sync with the music , arching at the drop of the beat and throwing your hair back, your body following until you have an upside down view of him
where did you learn this and why were you so confident,
you spin, facing him on all fours , he's not blushing, not flustered and far from looking ready to bolt. He wants to keep his eyes on yours but your tits ready to spill keep him occupied, the way your thighs fall apart and the added motion of grinding ,
your eyes close shut for a moment, you were clearly lost in the music and when you open them Jungkook's eyes are dead set on you, dark and heavy at the way you spin so flexibly , arching your back before throwing your head back to roll back wards , it's so brief , more proof that if he blinks he will miss you.
you are back on your feet like the stilettos on your feet are just a mere extension of your legs yet he still won't get shy on you, a part of you already was aware that Jungkook's shy days were years beyond him
sure ,he still had his days of blushing himself into the ground when you teased him , maybe just a tad bit of that was what you expected tonight not him sitting there like a predator eyeing his favorite prey caught in the most obvious trap ーlegs wide spread so invitingly ,eyes dark and heavy with desire and a semi bulge tenting in his pants, that was the last reaction you expected from your best friend either way the show goes on ,
you see his tongue poke the inside of his cheek, that just prompts a mischievous smile from you and more seductive dancing.
You were going to do your best to break his resolve, you wanted him shy and flustered and that is what you were going to get, you turn your back on him trying to maintain some composure ,
you glide your palms down your thighs and back up again before gripping onto the latex of the bra and teasing the cups down just a little revealing the sides of your boobs , you look back and see him squirm in his seat a bit, but he's not giving in,
Jungkook doesn't like that you know what you're doing , youre too good at this he might just get you those tickets and keep you all to himself.
six songs and you were convinced that he was not gonna get shy on you , maybe it was time to get closer. You sink to your knees, crawling towards him
getting , closer and closer until you are right in between his spread legs
there is a fight under the surface when his hand comes to pinch at your bottom lip before tracing the area in soft motions.
Your hands find his knees as you settle between his legs and slowly rise like a mermaid emerging from forbidden waters.
your eyes lock together as you take his hands into yours , he allows you to straighten his fingers and gulps when he chooses to give you the benefit of the doubt , your soft skin is at the tip of his fingers , the latex straps of your bra making his head spin a little
he wondered for a bit how the material could blend so well with you, how taking it off would feel likeー
you play dirty , hooking his fingers into your straps just above the flesh of your tits and you guide him , sliding the material off your shoulders at a painfully slow pace,
his breath hitches, his mouth slightly parted, but the man has some self control.
there is hunger in his usually sparkly eyes and you know theres no turning back when his hands feel heavy beneath yours
he watches the bra loosen off your tits but it's like something snaps right before your nipples make a show for it , he palms the material over you tits
bummer , you think the fun was just beginning.
his eyes soften as they meet yours but you do liketo pokethe bear
"you put up a good fight, lover bo-"
it's like the wind is knocked out of you when he squeezes your fleshy mounds, it's a warning that goes straight to your panties causing you to gasp and bite your lip
"do you really believe that baby, did I really lose?" his eyes stay glued where his thumps rub slow circles above the latex material of your bra .
you bite your lip , you certainly know what he's saying but you're stubborn , your hand goes to get your hair out of the way before you further slide his hands down along with the latex bra and when his eyes drop to your breasts the moment they are exposed, the air changes, the atmosphere gets hotter, his tongue drags along his bottom lip and you're done for.
you realize how wet you're becoming and how much your nipples are hardening by the second, it's like all the sensations are heightened by a thousand and your motives have turned gray,
you hold onto his knees for support as you get up , his hands sliding down to your waist, it's like he doesn't want to let go when you find his hands again, only to detach them completely this time.
You peel off the bra and let it directly onto his bulge, you're standing above him trying to regain some control where the bulge in his pants is the only proof that he was equally bothered as you were, his dark eyes heavy with lust only promise you what you already know,
you turn around slow and calculated, your ass in front of him, he has always loved when tou wear those shorts of yours to sleep ,he'd always find himself entranced at the way your ass moved , youd just ne walking and hes have to forcefully tear his gaze away to stay in chattered territories .
You are moving your hips slowly and sensually, his eyes are trained on your ass, your hands go down and your fingers slide into the thong and you slowly tug it off ,the fabric grazing the flesh of your butt before bending over to further assist the material down your legs, dropping and the non existent fabric to pool around your heels.
you always knew that he was good at controlling his himself but you can see him losing grip and it's turning you on, a lot.
Its like your senses are heightened, hyper aware of the way his breath hitched when you wiggle your hips, your pussy gushing inches from his face ,glimmering under the red lights,
he is about to break, you can feel his eyes on your bare pussy, the lustful groan he lets out makes the fire between your legs burn higher and the ache in your lower abdomen grow.
you turn and you meet his eyes, you're playing a dangerous game that neither of you will adress nor stop. Your eyes drop to the bulge in his pants and then to his face, he is a goner and you both know it, so when you saunter back over and settle yourself on his lap, straddling him, your wet pussy pressing against the cloth of his pants, he groans and his lips fall to your neck, his tongue and teeth dragging along the skin. You moan his name, your fingers threading in his hair, he bites down and you yelp in response.
"Fuck Y/N" he groans as his lips suck on the area and your hips start rocking into his clothed erection.
"You're driving me insane" his words come out like a growl, his hand on your thigh squeezing hard enough for you to feel his nails digging into your flesh.
"Jungkook" you whine, your head falling back, giving him more access to the skin of your neck and chest.
his hands are all over you , groping and exploring, his touch is far from gentle , it burns and it is just what you need. his hand skims between your thighs, on to your panties plastered to your folds a motion that makes you whimper and Jungkook smirks mocking,
"whats the matter baby, mmh?...you know I'm your kookie, you can tell me anything mmh"
you moan, pressing down into his hand causing him further feel your dampness through your panties and he coos
"Look at you, a little slutty dance and you're this wet, hmm?" his nose drags along your jaw line before his tongue darts out , he licks and suckles on a spot before soft lips press a kiss.
"All that for me? What a pretty little whore" his words are so dirty, a tone he has never before taken with you but it's hot , it makes you pick up your grinding. his teeth clamp down on the skin of your collarbone and you let out a whimper, your hips rolling into him faster and harder.
"That's it baby, fuck my pants, get them all wet and sticky for me" his palm grips the meat of your ass, kneading the skin
"Kook" you call out for him, his eyes lock with yours and he looks at you as his hand grips your chin, his thumb drags along your lips and you let your tongue poke out to lick the pad, you watch him smirk.
"Such a pretty slut". he pushes his thumb past your lips, your tongue swirls around the finger and you start sucking on it
"So wet, I can feel you, I bet you're fucking drenched, hm? You love showing off like this, don't you? You love being a fucking tease, getting me so hard I can't think straight" his words have your pussy throbbing and you nod slowly, moaning around his thumb.
he pulls his finger out of your mouth , pressing down your bottom lip before rubbing your spit along the rest of your bottom lip
he tsk's , you're all fucked out , brain dead at his mercy and he hasn't even sunk his cock into you yet, you were simply grappling onto the crumbs of his clothed cock like this is your final chance
You are being so good for him he can't help the little bit of possession that grows in his him, he doesn't give himself the chance to examine what comes out of his mouth
"You're mine Y/N, all fucking mine, no one can make you feel this good" he pulls his finger out of your mouth and brings his hand down and cups your breast, his fingers squeeze the mounds before pinching your nipple, his eyes on your face the entire time."Tell me you're mine YN" his voice is hoarse, his gaze heated and expectant
he is so overwhelming, in the best way possible, you can not think without him and your wish is his command
"I'm yours Kook, all yours" your words are nothing more than a despetste whisper and his forehead falls on yours, his nose brushes against yours and your lips connnect in a passionate, paced kiss, your hands hooking at the hem of his t-shirt to get it off of him and when you part, it is pulled over his head and thrown somewhere behind the sofa
you resume kissing, his hands roaming all over your body, groping, kneading, pinching and pulling. your hips continue their movements, your clit rubbibg against the hardness in his pants ,which feels so good but you want him , you need him and you make it known arching your back and teasing the waistband of his pants, he parts his lips, his tongue meeting yours, he tastes of mint and vanilla, a delicious flavour you've always been a big fan of, he bites on your lip, tugging gently as you unbutton and unzip his pants, your hands work fast as you pull the elastic of his boxers down until the head of his cock is slipped out, precum coating the glistening tip.
your mouth waters and you're sure that your thighs have glued together by now, yet the pressure still remains,
"Open those pretty thighs for me" the demand comes in a soft raspy voice, a low growl and your thighs part like the most obedient girl ever.
He leans back and his eyes scan every inch of your skin, drinking in the sight, his fingers run over the curve of your body, a sexy smirk adorning his lips when youwhisper. "I want you inside me Kook, please"
his eyes darken, and his smirk widens and his cock twitches, the head tapping against his tummy, his tip an angry red under the neon lights stands shiny begging to be licked.
His thumb grazes over your clit and the touch has you arching into him , turninging into a mere begger ."Please"
"Begging already?, my baby is so eager for this cock, huh?"
the desperation in your tone drives him mad and his fingers slide through your folds, coating his digits with the stickiness of your cunt and when he pulls them back the strings of slick attached to his fingers make a sound and he chuckles,
"fuck YN... look at this mess" his thumb rubs the sticky fluid over the head of his cock and he uses it to lube his shaft, stroking his dick and
"Fuck" the curse leaves his lips in a hiss, his hand grips the base and the tip is pressed against your folds, he moves his hips forward, mushroom tip pushing past your folds, the stretch makes your eyes roll to the back of your head making you moan "Oh...God"
your walls clench around him and he lets out a grunt, "So fucking tight" he hisses, his hand holds your thigh up as his hips push forward, his cock sliding in and filling you up so deliciously that the burning stretch becomes bearable
"You're taking me so well pretty", he plants a kiss on your forehead and paces histhrusts at a slow pace ease you in, ,
His Jaw is clenched as if to maintain some control and his hands grip your thighs so tight he might leave bruises but you wouldn't mind because your manicure clings to him , dragging all overhisback to be inseparable with Jungkook.
You could take it all from him he's so deep inside you, his fullness has you seeing stars, your cunt spasming around him.his hips snap back before thrusting in and he bottoms out, hitting your sweet spot, making you scream his name..."right there?" he asks in a breathy whisper , you nod
and his hips start moving, he pulls out almost all the way and snaps his hips forward again, he continually hits that spot over and over again and your nails dig into his biceps, sure to leave crescent shaped indents on his skin but the man is too lost in his pleasure to care.
his hand reaches down to where your bodies connect, his thumb pressing down on your clit making you arch off the bed you're so close, he can feel your walls swallow him whole
his thrusts are relentless and he doesn't slow down.
"cum for me my pretty baby" his words are strained and you are on the edge
,kook...ahh-" your words are lost in the loud cry that leaves your throat when his thumb circles your clit and his cock pounding into your cunt,
your bodies shake and when his forehead falls on yours. your eyes pinch shut, your toes curl, your cunt is milking him, sucking him dry for all he has, and when his hips still, his cum spills into you and he groans , a sound so good you clench and twitch St the way his chest connected to yours.
when he pulls his dick out, his seed trickles out and the sensation is strange, he lays on top of you, chest heaving, head rests in the crook of your neck , it's sweaty and messy and when his fingers find yours, he intertwines your fingers and you're somewhere in the clouds but you feel his lips at the back of it and you definitely hear the man's question
"Did I win pretty doll?"
"I think we already established that...no?"
a kiss to your collarbone and your eyes shoot open
wild, so I'm making an edit of the salesman from squid game and that scene during Russian roulette just randomly terrified me 💀 like I just looked into his eyes for a moment and got the creeps😭 maybe it's BC I'm sitting in the dark 😭😭😭😭
im so obsessed with the hills by the weeknd (the ending of it), and this song give me dark vibe and make me feel things. do you take request? can u write a oneshot (or series) taehyung or jungkook x reader with this kind of dark romance vibes 🙏🏻🙏🏻. (if u okay with it ofc not forcing tho)
🫡im screaming lol🫠thank you sm for my first evaaa request , I absolutely love this 🥹noww my the hills days are somewhere far behind me , I had to listen to it again to refresh my memory of the themes and damnnn 🫢yk what , let me cook 👁️👁️.
Summary: your husband is obsessed with you , his little doll , to spoil of all the little big things that money can buy , anything and everything but ever spending time with you , next to his job you come 5th and , even then you never imagined yourself cheating , you are spoilt rotten , and just what Taehyung needs .
warnings : cheating themes , reader and tae are toxic but he's a tad bit unhinged ,adult themes , possessiveness and obsession.
I deadass hate cheating, I'm still gonna experiment though.
mdni.
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you don't need much from him , not another Birkin bag , not the most exclusive pair of shoes and absolutely not the exclusivity of what the two of you share
he simply doesn't have the time for you , neither does he , how could two people be so similar yet so different?.
junho, your husband lives for you , breathes for you ,you get all you could ever want being an heiress who never missed anything from parental care to far from basic necessities, your parent's adored you and it was only natural that you married the son of an equally influential name ,it was good for business plus the man worshiped the ground you walked on , he loves you and there within lies the safety net , the refugee for your feelings
your emotions that HE does not indulge , you save those for Junho.
Taehyung likes you on his lap,sitting pretty with his arm secure around your waist while he jolts his hips up with an innate force pounding into your soaping cunt, Taehyung loves you , the faces you make when you're fucked out like this , the way you go putty in his hands and let him get high off you , when you're so close like this and he ditched his fix for the full experience the moment it randomly hit him that you were something a bit addicting , he just wanted to confirm that his senses were not entirely tainted with all the drugs that infiltrated his regular routines , it wasn't the drugs and Taehyung craves you more , it only makes him love you more
but love to Taehyung holds an entirely different meaning , you have love all around you , you breathe and exhale love , it's not what Taehyung translates to you when he holds your chin in a tight grip and tears your expensive dresses off you
it's something deeper , something intense , animalistic , something a married woman should definitely not be getting up to and not even guilt and can save you from this , you feel a twinge of guilt until he's there in front of you , all over you and he fucks you in ways you never knew you needed
Taehyung loves you , what you have is by far the best relationship he has ever had , Taehyung is obsessed with you but never in the way that Junho is and that is why this dynamic works so well , there is simply no room feelings and that makes everything perfect , for you , for him .
you don't pester him about anything at all , you are just like him , different motivations that lead towards the same goal post , you are the way you are because you are married satisfied with everything you have , Taehyung was your concious mistake , you knew he was your mistake and you never knew that your heart could so easily be separated from your motives until you came across him .Kim Taehyung , business associate of your husband , you had known him for nearly 5 years , occupied the same expensive venues an uncountable number of times , he knew you as his wife , he watched him flaunt you on his good arm , witnessed the love your huband held for you , loud and proud even when with the little time he had on his schedule, Taehyung saw it all and despised it , he has never in a day of his life wished for that ,he is screwed and selfish that's why it was so easy for him to desire you ,to fuck you and return you back to him for what he won't let anyone try out of him , not even perfect little you
his views of love are skewed but he knows he loves you when his mind tracks back to how this whole ordeal began , a dreadful mistake on your part and an eye cleanse on his, it was 5pm and your husband had invited the man to dinner, no warning, no heads up, nothing
it had been a minute since you last received any action and you had just happened to come across the cutest- no, sexiest lace lingerie during your shopping trip
you texted your husband that you had prepared the most delicious dinner before tossing your phone to the side and spending hours on preparing to get your back blown out , that is why you didn't get to think much of it when the door bell rang on cue just as you placed the make up brush down and you gave it one last look in the mirror before swaying your way to the door
it was pure horror
if you located your phone you would surely find the apology send by your husband telling you that he was going to be a bit late
serve some of your delicious dinner for Mr Kim and pass my apologies, love you.
oh if only he had known, how Taehyung simply accepted fate , the way his eyes darkened, the way your face drained of color , the way Taehyung's eyes wouldn't dare to depart from your body , the way they burn holes into every exposed curve, you were damn near naked marinating in embarrassment,
you hesitated not sure whether to let him in with how wide you had opened the door
was this how you greeted guests
"M-mr Kim?..."
after a quick debate and your mind buffering you let him in , it would have been rude if you left him out there, right?
you consoled yourself with the idea that Mr Kim has seen all this and beyond better before , you too have eyes and you'd be lying if you said you had not looked at him and found yourself awestruck , you have thought of him in the most innocent of lights never has your body heated up like this
you leave him to sitting, everything of him is respectful, you'd swear you had just not flashed the man if it was not for the eyes you feel on your back when you make a trail up to your bedroom
you were still so eager of your efforts that's why you settled for a fluffy robe instead of changing into respectable clothes like a wife should
something changed that night between you two, something you would go on to avoid even when your panties further stuck to your folds , your husband was who you needed
your husband who barely made dinner while his guest's eyes untied the robe off your body , it shouldn't work like that but you felt sexy , frustrated and so much desired from the visitor who sat across you, the temptations hanging in the air unaddressed, the handsome man with intense eyes had seen you, the stretch marks decorative of your ass and all that entranced his mind was the bubbling effect of each cheek as you walked away from him, he fought, tried to keep his gaze off you to make you comfortable irregardless of the damage already inflicted
Half past five.
the rest of Taehyung's night carried on , leading him to a familiar door step with self destructive company , alcohol and drug induced highs pacing the fine image of you at the back of his mind.
To be continued...
i hope this is decent 😁 😁 😁 LMK if you would like it in a different setting , I took the route of cheating bc the hills is dead ass about cheating 😔 🤚 thank you so much for requesting, I appreciate requests, they are always open, I feel like there is do much I want to do with these characters already 🫶
Warnings: Violence,manipulation, dacryphilia, mentions if stalking, INTENSE stuff, future smut, there's blood just MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!!
not edited excuse the errors+ enjoy 💐
Word count: 4.8k?
Part 1
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You have seen this man what now like three times?, you have played his games and walked off with a hefty amount that has not let you sleep a wink at night and perhaps you should have kept your distance and do away with your lucky streak , he is incredibly handsome , he towers over you so...deliciously- no- he has a gun, and you have seen him slap the lights out of someone before paying them , but why?
the hairs at the back of your neck are standing with every step you take trailing behind him like a lost puppy . after going out of your wits end demanding that he takes you along wherever he was headed you realize now that maybe it wasn't the wisest of your decision streaks , he looked at you long and deep ,he waited for you to waiver in your impulsive decision and take it back before offering you that faux smile again ,humming in approval and that's all it took for you to wander around in his shadow
you gulp hard and dry, even with his back facing you the memory of his empty eyes haunts you ,how they give you absolutely nothing that could confirm to you that the man in front of you is a normal functioning human being, he choked you , scratch that...he strangled you with a smile
and you honestly don't think you have ever seen him show so much emotion than when he did that to you and it suddenly registers in your mind that maybe you could get yourself home , it wasn't too late , was it ?
it takes you a minute to register where you have stopped as he holds the elevator open for you to enter
you walk inside albeit skeptically staring at your feet , you are doing your best to stay in his good graces while a part of you shouts at you for what you would like to dissociate from
it's a short lived ride as he ushers you out of the elevator, he actually has good manners, he hasn't touched you since he strangled you and you are quite glad for that , this place...it looks like an evacuated complex , whatever it is he holds one of the doors open for you, you gulp again, feeling the tingles in your throat as you stare at the number, 42
"are you going to hurt me?" It's a bit too late but there was never the right opportunity for you to pop the question, you see it again that flash of amusement swimming in his eyes
"do you want me to hurt you?"
you avert your gaze shaking your head no as he doesn't follow up with anything convincing you that you had received some sort of warning
, you take everything in as you walk past the threshold, hearing the soft click of the door closing behind you, the place is actually beautiful, dark but expensive looking with a chandelier that grabs your attention before you hear it, a sound resembling distress, your eyes search restlessly with purpose this time and tears fall on thier own frown your eyes while your legs drag back in the direction you came in , you don't get far because he stands firm behind you,, the fabric of your wet clothes uncomfortably heavy against his form
You are trembling violently and your legs are weak , he is talking behind you but all you can hear is muffled screams of the two bodies feet away from you, blindfolded with delicate silk and gagged with rubber toys that take shape of dog bones
blood, sweat , and tears- blood
"princess?"
Your body is numb all over, his fingers that hoist you up feel so distant and eerie, a sense of dizziness overwhelms you as the world around swirls into emptiness .
It's not sunny , you can't play on your back yard swing , it was a bummer but you also liked you muddy yourself in the rain
another one of your joys that your mother forbade of you , she wasn't wrong
you tend to get colds easily and there was never money for medication or let alone to take you to the clinic , good girls listen to thier mother's , you- listened to your mother
So then why was she shaking you to wake from your violent cough
your room is painfully bright and you slowly pry your eyes open feeling your mother's hand against your forehead
she kissed her teeth before issuing a lecture concluded "it's those miniskirts of yours - where are they , I'm getting you proper clothes..."
you want to protest, get up and defend your closet from the intrusion and before you know it she's walking out with a pile of your clothes
this is just another normal morning in your household , this is your life
You hear your mother telling someone to "throw these out on your way" and you try to get up but your body shoots electric pains literally everywhere, your head feels heavy while you are still just trying to adjust to another morning
it's there at the back of your mind, vivid dark eyes , it was raining just like today, did you dream it ?
what time did you sleep again? , what did you do yesterday, you think you left in your sleep wear , you think you saw the suited man, it rained and you were all drenched it felt so real
You manage to get your feet in the ground, you are still in the night gown you recall putting on last night, it's as dry as it can be, irritating on your aching body
Your mom walk back into your room commanding you to get back into your blankets and you do
your throat is uncomfortabl- your throat, you got strangled?
you feel around the area for validation but your body is just heavy
it felt so real yet the inability of your mind to follow through the events after convince you that it could have been a bad dream
you rest your eyes letting the heaviness of your physique weigh you down into the mattress
your dad walks in as well with a tray in hand, there is a bowl of porridge and some bottles of medication
Your father isn't much of a talker, he's too sweet for your mother is what you used to think when he got yelled at , you wanted to protect him from her when she got loud , you love her but you never liked her voice, it's like your brother's, he is the one who takes after her in looks and everything, you would say he was spoiled too much as a child and your entire family would say you are too sensitive, you then learned to shut your mouth and just live with it
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It took you two days to get out of bed and an additional two to be completely fine
all that is left is to come to your senses because you are actually scared of your mind , somewhere in your bedridden state you had tossed awake from another hyper realistic dream , bloody men , beaten up , they screamed silenced and you couldn't reach them because your body just wouldn't let you and you jolted awake with wet eyes
You had woken up crying again and it was actually getting on your nerves , your had has been spinning as you try to assure yourself that you were not tripping ,the more you healed the clearer your passing week came crashing down on you, you...you were not kidnapped , you were strangled and tagged along willingly ,those two people
did that make you an accessory to murder , maybe he hadn't murdered them maybe- maybe he was a loan shark like those your father owed , he go beaten up every now and then, never to a pulp and never to that extent
you spiral easily as you plant your feet on the ground, whatever he did that mqn was dangerous, you don't recall coming home, your clothes were drenched and you refuse to believe that it was a simple blackout
maybe this was a case for the police
he gave me money
he strangeld me
his wife threatened to kill me
and he had people tied to chairs and he had a gun
you recited as you put on the clothes your mother had planted in your closet realising that you didn't even have the energy to be fuming , not now anyways
your next step was to grab that weird card with you but your frustration only grew as it just appeared to be nowhere, you are almost confident that you put it right there in your little basket ,your mother doesn't touch there
would she?
you storm into the living room ready to cause a scene , respectfully demand that your mother gives it back but your heart instantly freezes and falls to your ass
he looks too big for your couch and your mother is serving tea in her Chinese set that is at least 5 years older than you
she has yet to see you but he does , that bloody eyebrow shooting to the ceiling at the sight of you, those damn eyes never opened to that crazy capacity when he's pretending to be normal-
maybe you could call the cops here
he looks you up and down ,before those dark eyes return to burn holes into yours again , he see's you squirm a little in your spot and he sees her coming when you don't
-you rude litlle girl...forgive her , she is a bi sick- your mother continues to shove you slightly - don't you know how to greet '
''annyeonghaseyo''.
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a broker?
"mhm , we're just waiting for your father to return so that they can discuss his-"
you call bullshit and he can see the fumes from your stubborn brain in the crease of your eyes brows and obvious pout
he of all people knew about that money and he gives you a challenging look
you are in danger and you still haven't called the police
Your dad walk in minutes later and you want to hide him away once again while your mother won't stop singing the praises of the man across the both of you , he could easily be peers with your parents who wasted their entire lives in debts while he took lying to his aging
The night comes , you give up trying to do anything when the man eats dinner at your house , nothing that strange has happened yet but you are still watching him as your existence just blends once again with the walls like you are not even there
even he just got here but he is treated better than you , you yawn , once , twice and all he can think about is how your neck is void of his long fingers , the way your eyes sparkled with layers and layers of tears , how he shouldn't have tasted them because he has missed you to his unbelievable demise
You have haunted him deliciously and he is actually intrigued, he knows what he must do , he knows what follows that intrigue and how it progresses into wanting full control of everything in proximity to you
he can admit that St first he was so pissed to meet you , he couldn't pin point the particular reason but you made him so sick he wanted you discarded as soon as he could manage and the more he seeked you the more he realised that you pissed him off all the lot more without a clue in the world , you should have been welcomed into the game when you called- he knows exactly who you talked to but the slots were not even full so why were you rejected?
It was like whatever God you prayed to was determined to sabotage the great plan he envisioned for you , he was going to forgive you all you had to do was just sit there , be the porcelain doll that everyone treated you like, he had expected so much from you the last time he saw you ,despite not having planned for you he thought it'd be like a little date , he was doing all the work all you had to do was just...enjoy the show -you know what you did? fall limp in his arms , in front of his guests for that matter
you let him down
He was really upset with you, he had to go a little hard on the boys, he was a fair man , it was meant to be a fun game but with your body just layin limp on the couch while the record blended with muffled cries , you were too comfortable , he missed the flash of mortification that had graced your face earlier and that's the issue that brought him here -no...encouragedhim to go inside the premise of your home ,you.
he thought about you way too much ,you basically live on his mind and while just seeing your silhouette from your window could have been enough, you deprived him of that and made the man regret tuning out the idea of spying cameras while his fingers lingered the softness of your cheeks, your neck ,arms and that's all he could morally reach for as long as you stayed out
your light stayed out , your curtains never opened , the better part of him thought you had moved, ran away but he never could have missed that but then again he truly had been to soft on you , you never understood your stakes , him , the danger he already is to you
that could be reason enough for you to flee the country , he debated again that this place was all you knew , even so he had to knock and face your absence, the idea came to him while he stared the ceiling last night , the face you'd make keeping him up all night long ,thought of you came with a distinct category of emotions , an excitement that speaks to the innate humanity in him that he wouldn't feel for just anybody , there was just something tempting about you and you are damn near the most useless of all he has recruited , you are guarded , shielded as if to be kept naive of half of the evil that swim over your head and that...god-he wants to ruin this world for you so bad , in all the unimaginable ways, that's why he had needed to collect his debt while making you an offer you couldn't refuse , hand you what you have waste your pretty days searching for on the streets on a silver platter .
your whole family had completed ,making him half glad , for the better half you looked near mortified-alert but you couldn' say anything , for the suckish part he just thought about shooting everyone to silence just to ,make up for the lost date , no that's not the real reason , he just wanted to be near you but you are all the way across the kitchen helping your mother
the night is nearing it's end when he adds ''by the way Mr LN I see here that your daughter has been struggling to find work, she got decent grades in high school, I bet she'd be perfect for the vacant position at my office ''
You were an adult,he could have asked you, it didn't really matter bcause you don't exist in the system so he needed your loving father's signature before yours
it didn't really cross your father's happy mind to read the contract, he had met his angel and handed you right over to the devil himself , that is how impressionable your parents were , you had learned early on that the liked the easy things , things just handed to them , it often installed that layer of resentment in your head , how they suited one another so well ,despite it all the two were like those genuine love stories that wedding vows were exceptionall built on built on and you despite your stubborn streak were just their child , eager to please them , that is why after the man left you had sat down still and listened to what your father had to say in that soft tone
'this is the opportunity we have prayed for ,for so long. just go tommorrow ...I'm only one call away if you don't like it okay my little pumpkin?'
you nodded ,you could do this , for your parents who loved and protected you dearly
that is why you woke up the next day ,got ready at 5am putting on the navy blue dress that your mother picked out for you , it strangely fit you unlike the rest of the clothes you packed in that suitcase of yours , you got into that black suv that you had found already parked outside and that was it
it was only 6am , you weren't opposed to waking up that early but it was only the first day you had no idea when you had passed out ,waking up in what like like someones living room straight from a magazine
grey and white walls , cloud soft couches judging by the one you lay on which makes you jump instantly as it returns to you slowly by the sight of your dress , you are supposed to be working , your heels had been taken off as if to provide further comfort you had been covered by a shawl that you fold nicely and place there besides you , now all that was left was for you to find out where you were , the man who hired you and possibly get to work
you're actually barely up when the door chimes opening to that man and his briefcase
''you're up.'' it's an observation , he never really asks you are coming to understand as he extends a hand towards you , there is a silent command in his eyes and you take the hand ,getting on your feet with his help ,a minor step in obedience that he approves of with the slight tilt of his head
you will stay here for as long as you work for me , you grow slightly tense as he continues , I pay for everything- all you have to do is obey me , obey my rules , you grow tense as he continues don't worry, it's not for free.
you don't get him, your arm links with his as he guides you around the fancy apartment, laying a bunch of house rules with every door opened
a personal work space
"I don't live with you but I will show up here unannounced, you organize my meetings , plan my days and inform me of new participants , I don't do day offs even on your death bed you are working ,
you dress appropriate for work and all breaks should be reported to me
Bedroom + closet
You wear what I approve of ,you don't leave this house without my permission, when you do leave you tell me of where you're going, you should always be home by 10pm ,your days start at 7am .
Bedroom+ Closet²
he tilts his head as if in thought and proceeds ,I might have to sleep here." your heavy heart feels like you have ran a marathon.
the rest is all the regularities that make an apartment, a fully restocked kitchen and everything else you would never afford.
"everything you need will be right here if not , ask me , you don't talk to people who are not me. as long as you are working here , I own you, you are all mine sgf
once done he turns to you colliding his hands in finality while eyes search yours , he bends your height and you are face to face with him, that cologne itching part of your memory that makes you create some distance between your faces
"Yn-shii ?" he doesn't seem to find that smile of his today , you nod and he shakes his head standing back to his full height
-sir , you are to address me as Sir when I talk to you, you respond when I talk to you, yes?
"yes sir."
"that's a good girl " you damn near side eye him and he seems to be displeased for a flashing second
Thank you -sir
he thinks you are going to get along so well as he take you bacj to your work room
"I like this dress , you can keep it ".
your cheeks shade at the compliment and you know you have found yourself another person to please ,
you walk beside him as you head back to your work room ''everything about the work you do is on your desk , makesure that you read and understand everything, clearly...mistakes stand to receive harsh punishments miss Yn
he pulls out the chair for you to sit and it's like the two of you don't really need words to communicate as he turns to leave you
"h-how do I contact you ?''
it's a ridiculous question as your eyes fall on the landline right beside the papers, it nevertheless makes you realize that you haven't see your phone and you more so ASK YOURSELF
''my phone-''
''you won't be needing that here .''
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you have no idea what it even takes to be a broker and you have no idea what you're doing but you're doing it
print cards , verify files and number them , arrange them in formattable order and prepare everything for pick up .
it's been nearly a week , after you are done with your work on all your days here you have proceeded to make dinner , for him and you even though it made you wonder of his wife who had once threatened your existence for the very same man who you haven't seen since that day you got here , 6 days ago , it was a wednesday then and you still do as you had been told , throughout the week people stopped by ,he'd call you , instructing that you place the packaged box through what looks like those trap doors you see in the movies ,only it's on the wall , it opens when you place the box in and closes as soon as you try to peek inside
6 days , and he hasn't stopped by , you refrigirated the leftovers that you had even thought to give to him as a lunch box but he never showed up, only calls for work , he doesn't even offer the faux reeting anymore and you mi- you would like to see him again.
your days are quite the same , the clothes , glamorous and fitting like a glove make you look foward to the next change and as the the water hits your skin preparing you for the blue nightgown handpicked from the endless selection you can't help your curiosity that brews at the thought of that man , there is just so much you don't know about him , you wonder if it would be rude to ask- questions like why he carried a gun , played games and gave you money , maybe he was just bribing you to agree to working for him
you step out of your shower wrapping a towel around yourself , this empty place , the walls are all you have , you work to sleep and there are infact days where all you wished for was a 9 to 5 , this is it
you always imagined shitty coffee and gossiping coworkers , maybe you'd make friends but you'd never be alone,
everything here is the opposite ,the coffee here is expensive, everything is epensive , even your reflection in the mirror looks nothing like you remeber , everything looks better you should feel better but it draws tears
you exit the bathroom and the silence welcomes you back , you didn't even bother to turn in the lights today, even food was hard to swallow so you gave up on doing anything at all
you hear a sound from the livingroom , it's nothing subtle like a bang on the table
your heart drops to your knees
He's here ?,the light switch is all the way across the room ,and the moonlight is not even enough to help you make anything out
you are well aware that it's him yet that is not even enought to calm you down as you clutch your towel tightly and move as silently as you could afford to where a glass taps faintly , it's him , you can at least make out his silhouette from the kitchen counter , an instant chill running down your back
you don't think you have it in you to speak , you have been quiet for so long and a part of you might even be upset with him that is why you decide against your better sense ,turning on your heels in the direction of your room
the door is just right there , you're nearly there-
''what's wrong with you?''
the words come out a sharp irritated growl , they bounce off the walls and you freeze in your tracks
the lights flicker on blindingly making you squint momentarily disoriented .
he takes , slow deliberate steps , those shiny dress shoes clicking against the marble tiled floor, every step taken in your direction sounding like a ticking time bomb invoking some sort of nausea in you
you suck in a breath and you do it , you turn , your eyes landing at is feet , shiny black dress shoes
''good evening sir.''
your eyes dare to look further past the pristine lines of his suit pants and you see it ,a gruesome red splattered across the collar of his white shirt and the side of his cheek , you meet his eyes briefly , his head tilted to the side ,a silent unsettling question hanging inn the angle, you can never read him but he seems to know you very well, every fear...every tremor ,balancing the cold metal of a gun beneath your chin to keep you from averting your gaze
you are trapped.
''did I not ask a question?''
apart from not knowing what to say you have no clue what he's talking about , too bad your response is to water your eyes away , you are right , he is unpredictable , he's bloody with a gun to your chin and you have no idea what he's talking about
so what it the correct answer when he suddenly pulls the trigger to hold
''n-nothing sir''
you have fucked up , it's written in the movements of his head that moves from side to side as he further invades your personal space and you back away your body shaking hard along with the tears that waste on the towel
your back crashes into the nearest wall and it's not the right time to bring it up but if you are not in a ditch by tomorrow you are definitely out of here
''nothing...?'' he slightly crouches down to eyelevel with you , he get's close you think you can feel his breath on your lips , ragged breaths , soft lips that you would have liked to bite under different circumstances , perhaps in a world where he is not missing a few bolts in that beautiful head of his
his voice is low and menacing against your lips ,the gun could never be forgotten , it's coldness breaks out a cold sweat from you every chance spent there ,''that's not what I want to hear''. it's almost hard for your mind to drift to protection but you push and you push , and another push again until your lips brush against his , you taste the waters , wet eyes and lashes staring at him , it's an unhinged silent plea and his eyes are much darker than you would like to believe
the cold metal is detached from your chin before it's softly tapping against your lips ''open.''
he's too far gone , you can't back out of this , you don't even know what's happening but you obey, the bitter metallic flavor of the gun immediately invades your mouth but your eyes stay on his , shaky yet unwavering ,he could ruin you right here , destroy all those barriers the people around you wasted their lives building just for him to come along and-
''good girl, fuuuck-''
it's a swift motion in which the retracts the gun from your mouth , facing it toward the ceiling and releasing his finger on the trigger
it's loud ,deafening even and the result is a hole above your head ,it could have easily been your head but that's a side mater when your eyes pass over the bulge in his pants
was he...
You can't help but stare a moment longer , your mind racing with conflicting emotions. Fear, anxiety, and a hint of arousal swirl together in a toxic mix.
His eyes seem to bore into yours, as if daring you to look away, it's all so overwhelming with the gunshot still ringing in your ears
he is intrigued when you don't look away , that damned eyebrow doing it again as his skilled fingers hover above the knot of your towel as if to test the waters
you release a shaky harbored breath , you're so vulnerable under him- so meek and there is a hint of curiosity reflected back at him through your sparkling eyes
the corner of his lips tip up ,your entire body is heating up ,heart racing as you struggle to keep his gaze
''mhm...good to know''.
he removes himself completely off you , drinking you in one last time with those dark eyes before walking off to the room across the hall
''it won't be the ceiling next time you decide to lie to me -and make sure you get that fixed.''
he points upwards before the door shuts and you are left to gather yourself back together again after being around him , it makes you wonder
are you always going to be this drained at the end of everyinteraction with him ,tou wouldn't have to worry about that if you knew an approach to quitting.
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