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Evil Eye (possessed Jiji) x R.femele.
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You love Jiji, but you also find yourself completely involved by the Evil Eye - intense, possessive, wild. In a scene full of desire, he kisses you urgently, presses you against the wall and whispers that he wants you whole, without brakes. You can't resist. His touch consumes you. Deep down, you know: you can no longer separate the two. And he, looking into your eyes, expects you to ask for more.
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It was supposed to be just another normal day at school - if that still existed in your dictionary since you started dating Jiji, the kind, inattentive and sweet boy... who unfortunately also housed within himself an obscure, vindictive and absurdly jealous entity: the Evil Eye.
You were in the hallway, walking next to him, as usual, when you remembered to check your cell phone - a notification about the school tour blinked on the screen. A slip of attention. Two seconds, at most.
When he raised his eyes again, the scene was a visual absurdity:
- A visual sickness of round skirts, exaggerated bows and sparkling eyes of completely mad schoolgiers surrounding poor Jiji, like hungry sluts around an innocent little fish.
And there he was: wide-eyed, laughing nervously, with the posture of someone who had no idea what was happening. So far, normal. You almost laughed - almost.
Until one of the girls, all pompous, took a mini yogurt out of the thermal bag.
- No... she's not going...
She stuck the straw right in Jiji's mouth.
He widened his eyes - surprised - but drank.
The ground shook under his feet. The girls walked away, scared, when Jiji's body stiffened. The dark aura began to leak from his eyes like dense fog, and the muscles tensed. The straw fell to the floor, crumpled.
You already knew what was coming.
- "Who... put that... in my mouth?"
His voice was no longer Jiji's.
You ran and grabbed his arm before he made the whole school turn into an extermination field.
He turned to face you, his red eyes sparkling, but... he hesitated.
He always hesitated with you.
You dragged him through the corridors as if you were carrying a fierce caged animal, ignoring looks, screams, teachers. You locked the door of an empty room and pushed him against the wall.
- "You promised you would control yourself!"
- "That bunch of disgusting touched him. In me. They stuck something in my mouth... did you want me to leave it?"
You snorted, but he was too glued. Jiji's body - now Bad Eye - trembled under the uniform, heavy breathing, half-closed eyes. He smelled of anger, contained desire and...
- "I just need you... only you can calm me down. You know that."
He leaned his forehead against his, and for a moment, the tension turned into electricity. Your fingers slipped down his shoulders, even while you tried to keep your composure.
- "So control yourself. Because next time... I'll let the girls drown you in Danone."
He smiled from the corner, a dangerous smile.
- "You wouldn't have the courage."
You looked at him, seriously.
His laughter echoed through the empty, low, hoarse room. A second later, the true Jiji came back, as if he were sucked back. He looked around, confused.
- "Uh... why are you holding me on the wall?"
You blinked, still gasping.
- "Because you almost killed half the school because of a strawberry yogurt."
- "I... did I drink that?!"
You couldn't stand it and laughed, despite everything.
He hugged you, insecure, and you squeezed him with affection.
- "Am I grounded?" - he murmured, with a sly voice.
- "I'll still decide. But if you want to avoid problems..." - you whispered in his ear - "No one else sticks anything in your mouth but me."
He turned red up to his ears.
You left the room with him hanging on your shoulder, embarrassed.
And there you were, again, holding a boyfriend... and a demon.
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The house seemed quieter than usual. Jiji was already calmer - or pretending to be. You knew he felt guilty. After that outbreak because of yogurt and the way you had to contain it in high school, it was clearly quieter. I wanted to compensate, please.
He took a shower, put on a sweatshirt, was all huddled on the couch, with his hair damp and his head on his lap.
- "I'm sorry..." - he murmured from time to time, as if it were a scratched record.
You ran your fingers through his hair.
But you knew it wasn't okay.
That look... hadn't completely disappeared.
The Evil Eye was still there. Observing.
And he didn't like how weak Jiji was with you. Submissive. Insecure.
You got up to get some water in the kitchen.
Jiji just grumbled, without moving.
But when you came back... it wasn't Jiji who was waiting for you.
He was standing in the middle of the room, his eyes now dark. The air seemed to weigh.
- "Do you think I was going to let it go?" - his voice was hoarse. Different.
- "That bunch of people looking at you... touching him. Wishing you. As if you were theirs..."
- "You said you were going to control yourself."
He gave a skewed smile. Not threatening - dangerous.
- "I controlled myself... for now."
He walked up to you, slowly. Like someone who surrounds the prey.
- "What did I promise?" - his voice came out weak.
- "That if I didn't kill anyone... you would let me do whatever I wanted."
You felt a chill run down your back.
He came close. Enough to feel the heat of the breath on your skin.
- "And now... you're mine. Only mine. Are you going to keep your word... or are you going to break a pact with me?"
His hands went to his waist, firm. The tension was almost unbearable - there was no more room for the "sweet boy". Now it was the dark side. Wishing. Dominating. Claiming.
You could feel the urgency on his fingers. Jealousy was still bubbling, but now mixed with something else...
And at that moment, you realized: there was no way to separate the two anymore.
Because what gave you goosebumps wasn't just Jiji's affection.
It was the warm shadow of the Evil Eye.
And the fact that... you wanted him to take you whole.
The warmth of his hands was still on your waist - firm, as if you were something he owns, and not just someone he loves.
But even so... you asked.
- "What do you want...?" - his voice came out low, almost trembling.
But with something darker. A raw satisfaction.
- "You. Whole. No filter. No brake. Without Jiji interrupting, without you saying you'll take it easy."
He brought his face closer, his eyes fixed on his own.
- "I want you to sweat for me. Shouting my name. Begging. I want to break you and glue you again, my way."
His breath was hitting his face now.
You could feel his body boiling. And yours answering - even if your mind still hesitated.
- "Don't lie to me..." - he whispered, touching his lips to yours, without kissing.
- "You tremble just hearing my voice like that. You like it when I don't ask. When I take it."
He pushed you against the wall with his body - slowly, but firmly. The hand went up his back, sliding, studying his heart rate by touch.
- "Did you ask what I wanted?"
- "Yes..." - you almost didn't recognize your own voice.
And then, with a low, deep voice, almost a sensual growl, he replied:
- "I want your voice hoarse from moaning so much. I want to see your skin marked only by me. I want to bury myself in you until I forget that Jiji exists."
He pulled his chin to face him closely.
- "And above all... I want that, when it's over, you no longer know who made you cum."
But out of desire. Of the most dangerous kind.
The air was heavy, loaded with electricity between you.
And now... he was just waiting for your signal.
You didn't answer with words.
He just stared at those dark and wild eyes, which no longer carried hatred - they carried hunger.
The kind of hunger that makes someone break rules.
The kind that makes you tremble... and still don't want to run away.
So, you raised your hand and touched his face.
Lightly. With trembling fingers.
And this simple gesture - this silent one - was all he needed.
His mouth collided with yours in a hot, firm, devouring way.
Nothing in that kiss was delicate - it was an invasion. An urgent need that he had been keeping for too long.
His language met yours with domain.
The hands, now firm on his waist, slid down his back, sticking you to his body - and how hot he was. Strong. Trembling, not of anger, but of pure contained desire.
You tried to breathe - he didn't let me.
He kissed her neck in a hurry, with teeth.
Every touch, a reminder of who was in control now.
- "You provoke me with this calm way..." - he whispers against your skin.
- "But deep down, you want me to end all this calm."
You moaned low, your hands ending up on his shoulders, looking for support.
He slid his mouth through the curve of his neck, smelling his smell, his hot skin. His hand went down the side of his thigh, slowly, as if marking territory.
- "Here..." - he whispered, sticking his lips to his ear.
- "That's where you'll beg for more."
He pressed his body on yours, making you feel exactly how much he wanted you.
And then it stopped. Just for a second. Looking at you.
Even in the heat of the moment, he waited. Not for fear of hearing "no"... but because he wanted to see you ask.
I wanted to see in his eyes the same uncontrollable desire that consumed him inside.
You no longer knew if it was the Evil Eye who took your body with thirst...
...Or if it was you who, little by little, took his whole.
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