Your Favorite Villain (M)
Pairing: Zico x Reader Prompt: Villain (Jackpot AU) Word Count: 2.9K Warnings: SMUT
~Admin V
Time was an elusive concept at the moment, but it felt like days had passed since you were chased by the seven men on bikes. After catching you, they’d brought you back to whatever this place was. It reminded you of a circus, but it definitely wasn’t a fun place filled with joy and laughter. The clowns that roamed around were horrifying and acted as security guards. The green and black swirls and checkered pattern of the rooms caused unease.
The men who captured you treated you like a doll, a play thing. One of them tied you to a chair and cut and styled your hair like you were a little girl. Another threw you in a clear, plastic room and watched you try on outfits he’d brought to you. All of them were impossibly small, and again, as if they were for a child. They were turning you into a baby-doll. There had been countless hours of these different men poking and prodding you, barely acknowledging you other than using you for whatever menial task they were focused on.
Now you were waiting in a bleak, gray room with a mirror wall for the one the others called the puppet master; Zico.
A shiver ran up your spine, both because you were scantily clad and because of the fear for what Zico might have in store for you. Before being seated in this room, a different man had tried to help you find a skill you were good at to show off to the buyers. When it proved you didn’t have any, he sent you to someone else who tied you to a spinning wheel and threw knives at you. He didn’t hit you with any, but apparently your reaction wasn’t something to be anticipated. Whoever Zico was, it seemed like he was the last resort for you.
You jumped when a door suddenly opened. Surprise filled your face. In fact, you felt surprised when you’d met the other men who handled you as well. They were all so attractive. Why would they choose this as their profession? Clearly, they were smart, and with their looks they could probably do anything they wanted. But this?
Zico smiled at you as he scanned you from head to toe and a different kind of shiver coursed through your body this time. “You’re prettier than I remember.” Than he remembers. He was one of the men on the bikes who chased you.
After being captured, you were too scared and exhausted to speak to the other men who took you, but there was something about Zico that gave you courage. “Why am I here?”
“The others couldn’t find how to present you well, so now it’s up to me.”
You swallowed a lump in your throat. “I mean here, in this place.”
His humorless chuckle raised goosebumps on your arms. “I think you know why.”
Your bravery evaporated and tears welled in your eyes. “Please let me go.”
He looked bored as he leaned against the wall across from you. “Your tears and pleas won’t save you. You’re not the first to cry and you won’t be the last.”
You couldn’t help but cry harder. “But you don’t have to do this.”
Zico sighed and moved off the wall to kneel in front of you. “I’m not a good guy, sweetheart. I’m not the superhero coming to rescue you from this fate. I’m the villain in this story, and there won’t be a happy ending.”
His words didn’t help to calm your emotions and you continued to cry.
“Jaehyo won’t be kind with makeup if he has to hide puffy eyes.”
You didn’t care. Zico made it clear no one was coming to save you. What did any of this matter now?
He lifted your chin with his fingers. “You’ll want to impress the buyers, love. The richer they are, the better the outcome might be. If no one wants you, you might go to a low bidder and be used as a servant or slave.”
“Won’t I be that regardless of who buys me?”
“Trust me on this; you want to be desirable.” He stood up then commanded for you to do the same. Taking your place in the chair, he had you sit in his lap. To your surprise, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was almost nice being in his embrace. He tapped the center of your back with his fingers. “When I tap, you’re going to open your mouth. You’re going to be presented as my puppet, and I the ventriloquist.”
“Don’t I have to mouth the words you’ll say?”
“No, it doesn’t matter. No one will be listening to what I’m saying.”
Your body shook again.
“Look at the mirror. Watch how your mouth moves when I tap. You need to open it unnaturally wide to show movement.”
You obeyed his commands and opened your mouth when he tapped you. Then he began talking so it looked like the words were coming out of your mouth.
“See, not so hard.” Dumbly, his encouragement brought you a small feeling of hope. Nothing about this place was comfortable, but with Zico you started feeling a small bit of calm.
Tears were still streaming down your face while practicing the motions with him. He finally grabbed your chin so you’d look him in the eye again. “I already told you crying wouldn’t help you.”
“I can’t stop,” you whispered. Being kidnapped and knowing you were about to be sold to “buyers” didn’t exactly cause you to feel joy. What could you do but mourn the loss of your freedom, your life.
A hand ran through his hair as he released a sigh. Before you could process what was happening, you felt his lips on yours. Despite his appearance, his kiss was soft, tender.
You kissed him back, forgetting the melancholy you felt only moments ago. Your hands snaked to the back of his neck to pull him closer and he held you tighter in his arms. The need to deepen the kiss was strong, but he pulled back.
Zico snickered quietly and wiped the wetness that remained on your cheeks. “There, that’s better.” His trick worked and you’d stopped crying.
“That was just a ploy?”
“Effective, no?”
Tears began flowing again, this time a mixture of sadness and anger. Getting off his lap, you stared daggers at him. “Why am I just an object here? I’m a person! I have rights and feelings.”
He looked bored again as he slouched in the chair. “Not anymore.”
A choked sound left your lips. You were at a loss. You had no control over anything. Your former life was completely gone, and you had no clue what was in store for your future. There wasn’t anything you could possibly do. Running seemed like an option the first few days here, but after being dragged to different areas, you had no idea of the building’s format, not to mention you didn’t want to find out what a clown would do if they captured you.
You grunted in frustration and desperately wished you had something to throw.
“Please stop crying. Do I need to kiss you again?”
Your face was deadpan as you glared at him. “Despite what you say and how I’ve been treated, I’m not some Barbie you can just have your way with.”
His cheeky smile made your breath catch in your throat. “I’m not trying to have my way with you. I’m not even supposed to touch the merchandise. I just wanted you to calm down, and kissing you seemed like it would be a good distraction.”
The words brought more anger and you huffed again in annoyance.
He only smiled wider. “It certainly didn’t seem like you minded the distraction. You rather seemed to enjoy my kiss.”
Your mouth fell open and cheeks turned red.
Zico stood up and walked toward you until you backed yourself against the wall. “So, I’ll ask again. Do you need another kiss?”
Your heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. The warmth from Zico being in such close proximity had your head spinning. You looked into his eyes and couldn’t control when your gaze dropped to his mouth.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” Hoping he’d make the choice for you, there was a long moment of staring. He was waiting for you and it was clear he wouldn’t move without your permission. Your head nodded briefly, and you instantly felt his lips on yours once more.
His tongue licked across your bottom lip, then against the crease until your mouth parted, granting him access. The taste of Zico was intoxicating as you breathed him in. You almost felt dizzy as your tongue brushed against his. Maybe he had a point about being a good distraction. Realizing this may be the last choice you’d get to make, your last ounce of freedom, you decided to completely give in to him and your desires.
He pressed you against the wall as you pulled on his hair, bringing him closer to you. Your chest pushed into him as you took a breath. Soon you could feel his desire as well.
Pulling away, Zico cursed under his breath. “I wasn’t expecting you to react like this.”
“How should I react?”
A frustrated sigh came out when he exhaled. He still had you pinned against the wall.
“Please.”
He looked up at you, slight shock covering his face.
Feeling your courage come back, you spoke again. “Please, don’t stop.”
His mouth twitched. “You . . . you want this? Me?”
You continued staring into his eyes. “It’s probably the last decision I ever get to make for myself.”
It was hard to read his expression. He didn’t really look pleased, but he didn’t look like he wanted to stop either. “I told you before, I’m not really supposed to sample the goods.”
“You also said you’re the villain. Since when do villains follow the rules?”
He smirked, clearly enjoying the challenge. Without another word, his hand slid under the hem of your tiny dress and under the elastic of the panties you were wearing.
A loud gasp sounded, and Zico quickly removed his hand. “You can’t make a sound. They can’t hear us. If they do, it’s bad for both of us.”
You nodded and bit your lip. Once he was sure you understood, he moved his hand back in place, two fingers finding your clit. Your eyes squeezed shut as you bit back a whimper.
“No.” Your eyes opened in response to Zico’s interjection. “Look at me. I want to see exactly how I make you feel.”
There was nothing you could do but stare in response. He began moving his fingers again, stroking against the sensitive bud, up and down. You exhaled, trying to relieve the pressure since you were forbidden to moan. You had to stifle a whimper when he switched from stroking to circling. Your hands moved to grip his shoulders. The grip tightened when he moved faster, your lips parting. When your legs began shaking you couldn’t help but say his name.
His movement slowed to a stop. His fingers pushed back until they pressed into your core, making you bite down hard on your lips to ensure quietness. He pulled them out and revealed how wet he’d made you. “Lick them,” he ordered.
Your eyes widened, your gaze going back and forth between his eyes and fingers. His voice was low and quiet as he repeated himself. “Lick. Them.”
Opening your mouth just enough, he pushed his fingers in. You sucked and licked them until he pulled them back out. Not that the spice of yourself wasn’t enjoyable, but you wanted to kiss Zico again. When you arched to do so however, he pushed his fingers back over your mouth to stop you.
“We can’t have your lips turning to red.” He smiled again when you pouted. “Undo my pants.”
Again, you were taken aback, but you didn’t need him to repeat himself this time. Once his belt and zipper were undone, you pulled the pants down to the floor. He grabbed your hair and gently tugged it to bring you back up, not giving you time to really appreciate his nakedness. Once you were face to face again, he grabbed at the fabric around your hips, then pulled it down until you walked out of it.
Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears again, though it was much different than how it felt earlier.
Zico didn’t hold the confidence he had before. He looked concerned. But then you noticed it was because you were trembling. “We don’t have to . . . we shouldn’t anyway.” He started to turn away.
Reaching for his cheek, you made him look at you. “I’m not scared. I want to. It’s okay.”
His eyebrow raised in response. “Yeah?”
Pride swelled as you were able to find a way to smirk. “I didn’t think villains had a conscious.”
“You’re a piece of work.” Grabbing your hips, he lifted you. “We have to be quiet, remember?” You frantically nodded, then he pulled you against him until you sank against his length. Both of you gasped to the sensation. You felt so full, and exhaled again since you couldn’t let him hear how good it felt.
“Wrap your legs around me.” As you did, he pushed you so your back was flush against the wall. That’s when he began thrusting into you.
It was fast, hard. Biting your lip didn’t stop little grunts from coming out with each pump. You wished he’d slow down even a little. You wanted to enjoy it, savor it, build up the tension by going slow and sensual. But time wasn’t something you had a lot of, and you knew going fast was the only real choice.
Despite the speed, Zico masterfully hit your g-spot with each thrust. The position also allowed him to rub your clit in time as well. Your nails dug into his shoulder as your orgasm was closing in.
He slowed a little. “You’re biting your lips too hard.” He was worried about making them red again.
“Because if I don’t, I’m going to scream.”
It was impossible to hide his smile. He pulled your hips hard down against his shaft, making your body shudder and a low gasp to escape. You were close and both of you knew it. “Scream in my mouth then.”
Not hesitating, you kissed Zico, your tongue instantly finding his. His pace sped up again, causing you to moan in his mouth as you reached your climax. As you squeezed around him you felt his release as well.
He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you still panting. “You have to go to Jaehyo now.”
“Okay.”
“He needs to clean you up and put on your makeup.”
“Mmm.”
“Then we perform.” He lifted and looked into your eyes. “You can do this.”
You nodded in response.
At that moment, the door slammed open, and who you assumed was Jaehyo walked in.
“Is she almost ready? There’s a lot I . . .” The other man took in the situation.
Zico quickly pulled out, causing you to whimper. Your legs unwrapped from his back, and you were unsteady as your feet touched the floor.
Jaehyo quickly closed the door as Zico pulled his pants back up and you put the slinky underwear back on. “Are you fucking serious, Zico?”
“Jae.” You could hear the warning in his voice.
“If anyone else had walked in . . . if the boss had walked in, he’d throw both of you in the alley and shoot you.”
“But he didn’t, you did.”
“Yeah me. And now I have to wash her on top of everything else I needed to do because you defiled her!”
Looking down, you felt another blush wash over you with embarrassment.
“Can you calm down. She was a wreck. Now she’s not. I was helping.”
“Yeah, helping yourself to fuck what’s not yours.”
“Get out.”
“Oh hell no. I’m not leaving her here with you for round two.”
“I need a minute Jae. Get out.”
“I need to fix her up, and now scrub her of any trace of you.”
“Jae. I need a minute. Get out.” The calm of his voice made you shiver.
“You have thirty seconds.”
“Fuck off,” Zico growled.
Jaehyo grumbled to himself about all the extra work he now had to do before leaving the two of you.
Zico softly brushed your cheek and lifted your chin so you were looking at him. “You’re not in trouble. Jaehyo won’t say anything. Nothing bad will happen because of what we did.”
You simply nodded in response, not sure how to feel.
“He’s gonna take care of you now, then I’ll see you for the show, okay?”
Again, you nodded.
He brushed your lips with his thumb. His eyes almost looked sad as he did it. Grabbing your wrist, and pulled you to the door and handed you over to Jaehyo. The other man was still rambling to himself as he lead you to his station.
You looked back at Zico, knowing it wouldn’t be too long before seeing him one last time. It never occurred to you before, but now you were sure that you had a favorite villain.
