─── ⋆⋅☆ ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤
Tw: slightly noncon, manipulation, possessive behavior, toxic, control, power dynamic, drinking, forced alcohol consumption, read at your own risk
🂾 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 • sae itoshi
“If I can’t have you, no one can”
Sae itoshi always gets what he wants. He always has. He picks his lovers similar to how he picks his suits; expensive, eye catching, and easily disposable.
You caught his eye one day and since that day, you’ve been trapped. When he first saw you, he knew he had to have you because if you could catch the attention of the sae itoshi, then you’ve probably caught the attention of many other men.
And to sae, that was a challenge. He had to have you. He had to have a girl wrapped around his arm that everyone would stop and stare at.
But in the end, that’s all you were to him. A possession, an object. Maybe even a decoration piece for him.
He didn’t love you, no no, that was beyond his understanding. Love?? Who were you kidding. He was drawn to you like a king is drawn to gold and many shiny things.
He said he loved you. He would hold you close to him, he would kiss you in the most random times and places, he bought you whatever you wanted, treated you like a queen, fucked you with unexplainable desire. So what was wrong? I mean anyone who saw you guys would think you're both the ideal couple, right?
Wrong.
He didn’t love you because he owned you but owning something doesn’t mean you’ll love it. He held you close so you couldn’t leave. He kissed you so the only taste on your lips was his. He bought you gifts so you would always be indebted to him. He fucked you so you’ll never forget the shape of his cock; even if you left, his traces would still linger inside of you.
If it weren’t for the fact that he has a career that demands his attention 24/7, he would’ve gotten you pregnant by now.
But all that faded into nothing when you told him it was over.
He was on the couch, unmoving. Why? he asked himself.
You had the nerve to leave him when he made you feel nothing but happiness and pleasure?
You didn’t answer him when he told you that you’re being dramatic and whatever is bothering you can be talked about.
You just grabbed your things from his apartment and left.
Maybe you just needed a break, right? Sae has done so much for you, there's no way you could actually leave him. Or so he thought until he saw you outside a cafe, your hand holding onto some random guy’s shoulder while you laughed.
You were no longer sae’s possession, meaning other guys could gawk at you, hit on you, hell even ask you out.
Not for Sae though. You were his. You ARE his and you always will be his. No matter how many times you choose to run away and tell him it’s over.
You think he was just going to let you break up with him so you could talk to other guys. Yeah no.
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After your little ‘date’, you arrived home. It was chilly outside, probably because it was gonna start raining soon.
You were giggling and smiling the whole way home and while taking off your shoes until a cold chill ran down your spine. Turning around to find Sae leaning back on your couch, swishing around a glass of whiskey. He was looking at the tv in front of him that wasn’t playing but he had definitely heard you enter.
You rushed up to him, standing in front of him seething in disbelief.
“What. the. Fuck, sae!” you shouted, eyes wide open in rage. The audacity of this man to break into your house, relax on the couch while drinking as if he’s in his own home.
“Hello to you too, yn”
“Don’t fucking hello me!? Get out” you scowled, pointing at the door. He smirked, grabbing your arm and pulling you onto his lap. Wrapping that same hand around your waist and pulling you close enough to feel the heat of his body.
Your chest pressed against his. You couldn’t look more furious and he seemed just as amused, like he was having the time of his life.
“For one, stop yelling, it’s late”
“How about, for one, we start by you getting the fuck out of my house” you said more quietly this time but with still the same amount of rasp in your voice.
He sighed, taking a sip of his, your drink.
“Baby, i thought i told you we could talk about whatever was bothering you enough to make you leave but you decide to go out with other men not even a few days after leaving me.”
“Sae, i’m not your goddamn girlfriend anymore, i can do whatever the hell i want and see whoever the hell i want. But none of that gives you the right to break into my apartment!”
“See, this is where we see things differently. You’re still my girlfriend, whether you like it or not”
“I'm not your posses-”
“Shh, i’m not done. The old you would jump on my dick any chance you got but you spend less than a week without me and now you’re all different. You think just because we aren’t ‘dating’ anymore, you can do whatever you please, huh!?” he grits his teeth, narrowing his eyes on you. The look on your face is everything he’s been dying to see. Scared, shaken, even speechless.
He breaths out, cupping the side of your face with one hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb
“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.” lies.
Your lip trembled as you tried getting off his lap, but his hand was faster, wrapping itself around you to keep you in closer.
“Please.. Leave” your voice broke hoping sae might take pity on you and leave but it had quite the opposite effect.
“You aren’t in your right mind, baby. Did that guy say something weird to you? You’re not like this at all. We both know i'm the best option for you, right?” he gently cooed, tucking a hand under the hem of your shirt.
“No can treat you like i do, yn. Nobody knows you like me. I’m all you need, remember? And nobody can fuck you as good as i do, i’m the only one who knows how to make my girl feel good and make her cum, isn’t that right?” he kissed your cheek, whispering so softly and gently against your skin. You sniffled, nodding.
He brought the whiskey glass to your lips. You stared at him with doe eyes, not wanting to drink the alcohol. He raised an eyebrow, removing his hand from your waist and grabbing a handful of your hair to pull your head back.
You couldn’t even voice the pain or shock that coursed through your body because your mouth was filled with the bitter taste of whiskey.
