I can't stop thinking about christian boyfriend (Eunseok, Sungchan, or Wonbin) who wants to keep you both pure until marriage.
He's so serious about it, but he also doesn't mind keeping his hands and mouth on your breasts whenever he has the chance; after all, it's just affection, right?
He also doesn't mind you rubbing against him when you're alone; after all, you were still dressed. It was just innocent contact between lovers who loved each other very much, right?
Until one day he furtively frees his dick from his underwear and positions it between your thighs, but that wasn't a problem either, since sex without penetration isn't a sin, right?
TW and Tags: slasher!Wonbin, mentions of violent acts (death of a character), heavy dubcon/almost noncon (well... hard to explain), dark!riize, blowjob, p in v, no condom.
WC: 3.4k
Summary: Wonbin swore he had changed, he was better, he had a job he liked, and he had met you, so why did you have to ruin everything?
Comment: don't you hate when I'm such a cunt? having a thousand unfinished drafts I decided to write something nobody asked for. I just wrote this because I NEEDED TO WRITE SOMETHING TO NOT LOSE MY MIND, I've been swamped with work so I wanted to relax a bit, it's something I did pretty quick so it probably has inconsistencies and grammar mistakes (when have I done a fic with perfect grammar in first place?).
Breathing as silently as you could, you watched the shadows moving in the dim light of the night that trespassed the curtains of your room.
Tears were still flooding and your shoulders were shaking, but you couldn’t do anything about it, even if you tried to force yourself to stop, they kept moving on their own, and the only thing you could do was bite your lip and cover your mouth with the palm of your hand, praying with open eyes that god, if there was even one, helped you and let you live at least one more day.
One more day and your cab would go for you in the morning, just like you had planned with your best friend the day before.
The thumb of his steps over the hardwood kept tricking your mind into believing he was far away from the closet you were hiding in, and you had thought that perhaps God had given you the gift of protecting you, but he was the one making the decisions at that moment, he was playing God, and he wasn’t as kind.
If only your friend had never teased him. If only she had listened to you and had left him alone. If only.
‘’You’re too noisy’’ he opened the door and you tried to close it back immediately, nails almost breaking from how much force you were using to not let the door go, gripping on it to not let him in (or to not let him drag you out).
‘’I didn’t do anything’’ you cried and did your best to fight him, ‘’I swear I never laughed’’.
‘’Don’t lie to me’’ the same hand that prepared your cold drinks when you woke up, that carried your bags and held the door open for you when you arrived now held it to stop you from closing it, ‘’I saw you, you were laughing with her, you’re just like her’’.
‘’Wonbin, I never laughed at you, I swear, I always treated you good’’ you tried to make him remember, ‘’We talked a lot, don’t you remember? I told you about my family, and my job, and my home.’’
Your voice waved with every word that left your mouth, and when you thought he was finally weakening, he used more of his strength to create a bigger gap between the door and the frame, enough for one of his arms to enter and grab one of your wrists and tighten it to hurt you.
You hissed, trying to shake him off, but it was useless, and soon, when he got tired of your little game, he completely pulled the door open, pulling you with the same strength and rage, grabbing your hair instead of your wrist, dragging you out of your cave.
‘’Liar’’ he repeated with his stern voice, full of hate, and with a touch of what seemed like pain and deception. ‘’You’re just like her, and you’ll end up just like her’’.
His grip on your scalp made your head burn, and you closed your eyes and cried his name when he dragged you to his feet.
Not knowing what else to say, you don’t know why you said it, but you didn’t have many options to ponder, so you said the first thing that came to your mind ‘’I-I never agreed with her, I thought you were cute, I think you are cute, really’’.
You felt the weight of your words on your head, when his hand debilitated for a second, and you felt a light of hope illuminating you, the same ray of light that infiltrated between the curtains and that told you how late it was.
‘’Then why aren’t you looking at me?’’ he asked, tugging even harder your hair, making you yelp in pain before you answered.
‘’I’m- I’m’’ I’m scared, you wanted to say, but you knew it would make him angrier. ‘’I’m sorry’’.
You opened your eyes, looking at his feet first, dirty brown shoes covering them, to then move your eyes up, passing through his dark pants, and his silver black belt, arriving at where you were trying to avoid when you closed your eyes.
His shirt still had your friend’s blood drenching its front, and you could even distinguish the prints of her hands when she tried to push him away.
His green-striped shirt was the last thing your friend teased him for, telling him how he looked like a creep when you two arrived from your night walk.
You saw how his eyes were different after she left the comment in the air, and you had no idea why, but all your instincts said he wasn’t in the mood for it, so you quickly pushed her inside when he opened the door for you, telling her with your eyes to shut up when she lifted one of his eyebrows at your attitude.
But she never listened.
Hours later when the lights went out in your shared room, she decided to go to the first floor of the old cabin to leave a piece of her mind one last time before the two of you left first hour the next morning.
‘’Can’t believe I paid so much for this shithole’’ your friend said, leaving you alone while you took a shower, wait for me, you screamed under the water, but she was already gone when you finished getting dressed in the darkness.
You found your phone as you could in the obscure room and turned on your flashlight to walk down the stairs and search for her.
Five minutes later, after calling her name numerous times, receiving no answer from her, inside the kitchen, you saw her body on the floor, blood pooling around her and dirtying your sandals, liquid touching your feet and starling you with the wet sensation before you illuminated her and saw her lifeless eyes.
You screamed and your phone slipped from your hands, falling to the pond and splashing the red fluids to your bare legs with the fall.
His steps, because of the shoes he wore all the time, boots perfect for the woods but heavy on the floor, made soundly thuds, indicating how close he was to you.
Running to one of the single rooms on the first floor, you tried to hide from whoever was out there, but deep inside, you knew who did it.
And you weren’t wrong, your hunch, as almost always, was right.
Your hunch had told you to treat him good, to sweetly say good morning and ramble about the weather and other things you saw with your friend while he prepared breakfast and she got dressed for the day.
Wonbin wasn’t exactly bad at the start, he was just… different.
He never smiled when you two arrived, he didn’t even dare to maintain eye contact, and when you talked with him sometimes you felt you were talking more to the air than to a person, but there was something inside you that pushed you to be overly nice to him, perhaps the same thing that pushed your friend to treat him like shit.
‘’You’re still not looking at me’’ his voice interrupted the memories of you telling your friend to not treat him like that, and you had to move your eyes from the stain on his shirt to his face.
His blonde dry hair seemed lighter at night, almost white, and you sobbed when your eyes inspected his face and a drop of his own blood dripped down his cheek because of a scratch.
It definitely was product of your friend’s manicure, nails always long and sharp enough to cut skin, she once even hurt you when you tried to hold her hand while you were walking through a tough area in the woods and she tripped over one of the many rocks, so it wasn’t hard to deduce how he got that cut there.
‘’I’m sorry Wonbin, I’m sorry’’ you didn’t know what you were apologizing for, it was the only sentence that came out of you.
‘’How sorry are you?’’ he replied to your constant mumbles.
You couldn’t answer, how sorry were you? You didn’t do anything at all, you shouldn’t even feel like that, but there you were, on your knees, with his hand on your hair, his eyes looking down at you, and your heart flinching of fear.
‘’Show me how sorry you are’’ he continued.
The same hand holding you in place pushed your face to his crotch, a bulge was already there, and your breath hitched when you understood what he wanted.
‘’I never- I’ve never done it’’ you sobbed, palms over his thighs to stop your chest from touching him.
Your cheek was pressing his zipper, which felt cold and slightly painful against the soft skin of your face.
‘’I never let anyone free either, there’s a first time for everything’’ he answered, both hands now resting over your head and pressing you to give him what he wanted.
He smelled earthy, like the wet puddles near the river, and you somehow found yourself inhaling the aroma again, to maintain you sane and ignore the stronger smell of your friend’s blood in his shirt had.
With shaky hands you pulled down the zipper, the sound extremely notorious in the quiet house, and your sobs were quickly silenced with his cock intruding your mouth.
He let you take your time with it, sighing with the superficial licks you gave to his shaft, letting you get used to it before he ordered you to open your mouth enough to accept him inside.
At least he wasn’t rough, his hand wasn’t a grip on your hair anymore from the moment he made obvious his needs, posing on the back of your head and even caressing it while guiding you.
Not daring to interrupt the sudden softness he had with you, you let him use you, as if you were only an object for him to satisfy himself, and it was wrong, but you found yourself not hating it.
Your brain turned off for a second, a line of saliva escaping your lips when he pulled out and pushed back in with a deep thrust, making you dizzy with his flavor, and an unrecognizable pressure started to build in your abdomen.
Tears kept rolling down your cheeks, it was horrendous how you were giving the first blowjob of your life to your friend’s killer, and it was even worse that you weren’t dying to push him away from your face.
‘’Shit’’ he exhaled when you started to move your head on your own, choking yourself with his length and gripping on his pants with the pressure traveling from the pitch of your abdomen to your cunt. ‘’You like sucking cock, uh? Were you lying when you said you had never done it before too?’’
You stopped for a second, wrapping one of your hands to the base of his cock to move it up and down while you talked. ‘’I’m not a liar’’ you defended yourself.
You never lied, you did think Wonbin was cute.
Even with his terrible outfits, his ugly straw-like hair and his awkward attitude, he gave you unusual amounts of attention you had enjoyed, like always receiving you with fresh juice when you walked down the stairs and preparing bags with things you might need in the forest.
Your friend had noticed it too, saying how it was his job and for you to not get swayed, he was only the service there, and the treatment you received wasn’t anything special, but you knew why she was like that, resentful, because she wasn’t the one receiving it, and you, her fat friend, were doing it when it should be her.
Grabbing you by the hair again, he dragged you to the only bed in the room, covered by a clean set of bedsheets, laid flawlessly by him, without a single wrinkle in sight, until he tossed you over them and ruined the perfect image he had created.
He felt you were sincere when you said you weren’t a liar, but how could you think he was cute? No one had ever called him that, saying how his face was frightening instead, with those big eyes and his forever dark gaze studying them, hating his equally black hair so much that he decided to dye it to avoid those comments.
It didn’t work, they said how he looked even more like a freak now, and he thought he had left those violent responses well behind in his life, until your friend appeared and broke him again.
She wasn’t the only one breaking him though, you had played a significant part in his mind wanting to repeat past patterns, he even swore he could’ve ignored her if you hadn’t laughed that day.
It was just hours ago, before your daily walk, that he recognized the gray clouds gathering in the sky, and that his body moved on his own, running to give you one of the raincoats he had stored for emergencies. He gave you the coat with a small smile, and you accepted it with a wide one, making him feel something warm install in his chest, making him weak for you.
He thought you were different, and then he heard you laughing when your friend called him an idiot, finishing the job your friend had started so eagerly since you two arrived there.
You had laughed because you thought he was adorable.
‘’Take your shorts off’’ he ordered, watching you stay still in the bed, tears flooding and your hands shaking on your sides. ‘’I’m getting tired of you not listening.’’
You heard him clear, and not wanting to see what he would do when he got fed up with your behavior, your hands tucked down your baby blue pajama shorts.
When you watched them slide down your legs you saw how little red dots appeared on the fabric and the dry blood scrap down like old paint.
His hands were clean, unlike his clothes, so it was probably he was washing them when you walked down the stairs.
They felt cold over your thighs when he made you open your legs for him, and you shivered for the sensation of his big palms touching your large thighs.
He put force into his grip to see how deep into your skin he could go, thinking how good it would feel to sink into your bare skin.
Moving your panties to the side, he was welcomed by your shiny entrance leaking for him. ‘’Fuck, are you enjoying this?’’ he asked, happily surprised by your excitement, ‘’You’re even sicker than me.’’
You didn’t like that affirmation, but you didn’t want to deny anything to him anymore.
His thumb grazed your clit teasingly, enjoying how the little bud jumped in front of his eyes and you shook from something else than fear.
You would rather die than admit it, but it felt good.
‘’You like it so much’’ he said more to himself, showing you the first wide smile you had ever seen from him since you got to that place.
He licked his thumb and groaned at your flavor, admiring you there for a good minute. Your hair was ruffled, your gleamy eyes were looking at his, and your chest was moving up and down, making your hard nipples noticeable through the white t-shirt you wore to sleep. When he saw you wearing your pajama a couple of days earlier, you keeping him company while he made your breakfast, he had salivated more to the picture of your round unsupported chest calling for him to taste them than to the fresh food in his hands.
Now that he had you dripping for him, pussy clenching around nothing, waiting for him to touch it again, he pushed his middle and ring finger inside you.
Knuckles deep, he felt his cock twitching every time you moaned his name when he shoved his fingers with force in and out, biting his lip to not moan at the feeling of you making a mess in his hands.
‘’Fuck-fuck’’ you let your head fall, and you should’ve wanted him to stop, but you were so close to your orgasm, you closed your eyes to ignore the reality of the moment, permitting him to touch you, only begging to cum inside your mind.
His hands pushing your legs up made you aware of your surroundings again.
You couldn’t even ask him what he was doing when he plunged inside you, sliding his cock without any kind of signal, forcing your walls open to accept his length.
It was a pain you had never felt before, a good pain, but the stretch had burned a little, making you whine as a response.
He, on the other hand, sighed of relief, shuddering at the long-missed sensation of a warm real person accepting him.
Messily moving his hips, he didn’t wait for you to get used to him, and he thrusted as deep as he could, completely bottoming out, making you slightly bounce in the bed with each hard smack.
Your skin and his were creating a loud echo inside the room and you moaned his name with how good he was fucking you.
You honestly would’ve enjoyed it so much, free of guilt, if he hadn’t done that. You would’ve even pulled him closer to you if only your friend’s blood wasn’t drenching your t-shirt too.
‘’Take it off’’ your fingers tried to reach for the hem of his shirt, but he kept with his rhythm, groaning with your velvet walls perfectly wrapping him, ‘’please, please.’’
The begging was hot too, but he didn’t want to do it, so he only stopped his movements to take yours off instead.
You lifted your arms for him, and when he had the impure fabric in his hands, he decided to clean some of the sweat accumulating in his forehead with it, tossing it to the floor when he finished.
He looked strangely handsome when he did it, like a normal man you would’ve met in the city, maybe in a club or a bar, one of the kind that usually ignored you to dance with your friend.
But he was with you that night, and you cried when he went back to fucking you, remembering that he wasn’t just any man, making you feel even dirtier with his wet shirt sticking to your abdomen.
It was on purpose, he couldn’t hide it, the amused breath he let out told you how much he wanted to taint you too.
Launching to your breast, he rocked into you while his mouth maintained itself busy with your nipples, taking turns with his hand, making eye contact until you felt the past interrupted orgasm coming back.
He looked so drunk with your chest and your cunt, you couldn’t help but moan louder when the same hand playing with your nipple went down, pushing its way between his solid abdomen and your soft tummy, until it found your clit.
You were already clamping his cock when he started to play with your clit, and he left your chest to moan on your mouth when you cried and writhed under him.
Spreading your legs wider, you didn’t care that his shirt felt disgusting against your skin anymore, or that his steaming breath was directly falling in your open mouth, you simply wanted to cum.
His mouth joined yours when you said his name one more time, a broken Wonbin that made him weak once again, pressing his lips against yours while his hips rutted harder into you to help you obtain your well-deserved orgasm.
He came not much after, letting all in your insides, painting you with his cum to mark you.
You were his the minute you smiled at him and said his hair was pretty the first morning of your stay.
‘’One time is not enough to earn my forgiveness’’ he said, and you eagerly nodded.
You convinced yourself that, when you straddled his lap, it was because you wanted to live, and that it had nothing to do with the fact that he had made you cum for the first time in your life and how you wanted to feel it again.
The next morning you woke up with his weight sinking in the mattress and his hand moving your hair out of your face, making you open your eyes to see him staring at you with a tenderness you had never seen before. He was wearing a clean change of clothes, but with a particularly weird aroma, like the smoke after a campfire.
‘’It’s raining, roads are closed until it stops’’ he murmured to not startle you, ‘’sorry honey’’ he finished, and you closed your eyes, tired of thinking, only praying that your cab didn’t ask you to reschedule, because you doubted he hadn’t burned your things too.
Warning mdi ⚠️ dubcon sorta noncon choking, unprotected sex, stepcest, perv stepbrothers sungchan and seunghan, abuse, bullying, submissive reader, + more so you have been warned.
Thinking about stepbrother seunghan and sungchan making efforts to bond with you since your parents have been leaving on trips and working late. How sweet!
But.. that’s not the case. At first it was but, soon as they left, they’d make you do there school work, house chores, and clean up after there sleep overs and house parties. If you decide not too one of them has you pinned to the wall with their hands around you neck, choking you until you submit to their authority.
Soon you notice how your panties come up missing, how they barge into your room at night for no reason, the long stares at you tits and ass, even making it their mission to graze/ grind their boners on you when pretending to need something from the same cabinet as in the kitchen, never saying sorry just walking away.
Eventually they get very bold, groping you when ever they want. “ your tits look nice in this. “ seunghan said while squeezing the subtle flesh over your clothes. Or like the time you wore a cute skirt and sungchan just couldn’t help himself for lifting it while you bent over to pick something up “look at this… pink panties for me?” He’d say while rubbing his thumb against your clit through your panties only to stop suddenly, laughing while walking away.
The first time you and sungchan had sex was after one of the many parties they have. He came into your room drunk. You awoke to him rubbing his cock between your folds, holding your panties to the side while focusing on how wet and good you felt. You panicked and asked home what he was doing, trying to push him away before he suddenly kissed you. His lips soft, with the taste of alcohol. He pushed into you not caring about how you moaned into his lips. He started slow, but quickly turned into a grueling pace, smashing in and out of you. The sensation of the stretch along with how well he was fucking you sent you over the edge, coming hard on his cock while he kept his pace and rubbed your clit, chasinghis own orgasm. He came inside you, only pulling out to watch his cum spill out before cleaning cum off you and him self . He got up and went to his room not giving you another glance.
With seunghan, he found you reading a book for an upcoming assignment after greeting your parents. He asked for your opinion and help. You started helping him while he had his hand on your thigh. Slowly, overtime creeping all the way up until it was underneath your skirt so we playing with your cunt. He was addicted to the soft airy words that you let out still trying to focus. Something about him screams corruption kink. Of course you’re never gonna say that to him though.
After trying to still teach him the material, he says “okay, I got it from here” while pushing you to on your knees , shoving you under the desk. He undoes the string of his sweat shorts and pulls his cock out, tapping it on your lips. He grabs your face telling you “open up pretty girl, I gotta have motivation to work.” He tells you with a grin you know so well. He presses his tip against your lips, other hand squeezes your cheeks so he can guide your head down his length, reaching his base with a gag. He pulls you back to his tip and guides you a few more times before telling you to take the lead so he can "focus".
you put on hand on his thigh and wrap the other around his cock. What you can’t fit on your own you just use you small hand to compensate. When you make your way to his tip you kitten lick it before sucking back down on him. While sucking him off he suddenly taps you head, “I hear them coming. You better be quiet baby.” Panic floods your veins and you feel your cheeks flush. You hear a faint knock on the study door before it’s opened. “ hey hunn!” She says ‘fuck me’ you think as you hear your mother’s voice. You slightly slow your pace only to have your hair pulled. You pick back up your pace. “Have you seen y/n? Sungchan said she was helping you study.” She said, now standing by the desk. If she just so happened to look beneath while backing up she’d definitely see you. “She should be in her room most likely, she left a while ago.” He responded calmly as if he wasnt getting sucked off. “That’s strange..” she pondered “I just check and she wasn’t there.” A brief silence took the room before she said “well she might be out. Let me know if you see her.” “Sure thing” and with that she left, shutting the door behind herself.
Without warning seunghan grabbed your hair and stood up, keeping you on your knees. He starts roughly fucking your face shoving his whole length into your throat using it like a pocket pussy. You gag around his cock unable to control all the drool and spit coating your chin and dripping down your chest. He throws his head back focusing on the growing knot in his lower abdomen, chasing his own release. You look up at him with wet eyelashes, tears streaming down your cute face and that was the last straw for him. His eyes squeezed shut as he spilled his heavy load into your mouth. It was thick and creamy and enough to flood your senses. After cleaning himself he leaves you sitting on the floor catching your breath and trying to wipe your face.
They definitely enjoyed having you around. Easy to access and too afraid of doing anything out of fear of what could happen. Almost like the perfect victim is what they think.
can´t stop thinking about roommate wonbin who looks so inoffensive that you treats him like a girl, buy cute things for him, barely wear clothes at home and even cooks for you both
you keep bringing boys to the shared apartment thinking wonbin is to inocent to know what happens at your room, even defending him when sungchan says he looks like a pervert nerd
one night wonbin finaly comfrot you about this and when you say he looks like a cute princess when angry, he finaly decides to show you what hes been filling for months and he isn't even a little gentle while showing you this
Could I request ways Riize members are toxic and possive and how utterly turns into sex
I hope I understood the request, toxic!riize is so interesting, maybe I lost myself a little bit, and sadly I couldn't imagine everyone. Also, Sungchan one is based on a few headcanons I've read before in the platform, I kind of almost wrote a full fic there and with Eunseok hahahaha
TW and tags: toxic!riize, dark!riize, manipulation, lying, a touch of verbal abuse, sexual content.
Eunseok, like I've said before, is really controlling. He wants to know where you are, who you are with and why you are even out, being capable of flooding your phone with texts demanding your location and, if you don't answer, going straight for your friends. This is pretty much based on how possessive he's with you, even before he starts courting you, he sees you as a potential partner only if he sees you're willing to obey him, for example, watching you for some time and how you talk to your parents, "yes dad, I'm here at school, I'll call you when I get back home", "dad but I want to stay, please... 'kay, I'll be waiting for you outside", and finding that you're a good girl easy to manage, he'll go for it. So, throughout the whole relationship, he won't have a hard time telling you to come back home, sometimes he did with nice words and little bribes like gifts and desserts, and in worst cases, lies about him not feeling well and hurting. The last one, of course, he only used it when you made things difficult for him, and it's not hard to convince you to come back, but it's hard to make you stay when you're so angry you can't stop crying while you say how preoccupied you were, you're honest, you say that only because you really were like that, so to stop you from leaving him, he'll apologize with that sweet voice he has, pushing you until he has you under him, and after that he would treat you as good as never before to make you forget why you were even mad, whispering exactly what you want to hear, all the praises you wished you had heard before, "such a good girl, listening to me so well'', and filling you with love remarks to make you remember that there's no one who loves you more than him, ''my pretty baby, crying for me because you were preoccupied, there's no one as good as you for me out there, my perfect girl.''
Sungchan is a really jealous boy, he loves his smart girl, he loves that whenever he says the name of your university everyone's impressed with the catch you are. Pretty, smart, kind, you're just perfect, which sounds amazing when he shows you off, but always makes him paranoid when he's not with you. He doesn't study with you, he's pretty, but he's not smart, so he lives in the gym and does his best to live as a trainer, and he knows he shouldn't bother you when you're so busy, but he can't stop himself. He calls you ten times a day and needs to meet every one of your friends, to feel calm and check that none of them put his position as your boyfriend in danger. He goes for you when you finish class to walk you home, and if you have a party, he's going with you. He's so fucking afraid of losing you that he can't even sleep well, and he's usually nice in bed, but if he sees you talking to a man or about a man too much, he gets lost when he touches you, leaving his nice side and pretty smile aside, he touches you until you can't talk anymore, a mess after so many orgasms, "so smart and pretty at the same time, I'm the only one who can make you this dumb, right?", because he believes that, if you can't even walk out of his apartment, of course you'll never leave him behind.
Sohee is extremely insecure, he wants to trust you, but he just can't. He tries to be good and contain himself, but before he notices it, he's already doing everything he knows he shouldn't, like checking your phone when you go to the bathroom, creating a fake profile to watch your social media and your friends, and watching all your and their stories to see if you told him the truth or not. He has tried numerous times to stop, he knows he shouldn't do it, that if he wants to have a healthy relationship with you he should trust you, but he can't, so when he sees you start suspecting he checks your phone and you take it to the bathroom with you, he decides he needs to do anything to see what you're hiding. So he fucks you even better than normal, the fire inside him pushing him to continue and continue thrusting inside you, "I'm sorry baby, I'll change, just feel how much I love you, you trust me right?", the insecurity giving him the strength to make you cum until you pass out, and once you're just like he wanted, deep asleep after everything he has done to you, he finds himself finally relaxing when he sees your phone as much as he wants, because that's a cycle that has no end.
Wonbin feels he has the right to control you and your decisions, what you eat, where you go, and especially, what you wear, so he's always judging how you look, sometimes even choosing your outfits himself because you really can't do anything well, and he can't let himself be seeing beside you if you're not looking your best. Like he says, he has a reputation to maintain. And doing all that, of course he decides when to fuck and where too. If you're in public and he feels the need to have you, you don't really have an option, whether you're on a reunion, a public place, even if you're extremely busy, if he wants to slip his hand under the skirt he chose, make you lie down and push to the side your pretty shorts or order you to go to your knees and suck him good, you'll do it, after all, he chose your outfits with the aim of getting what he wants fast and easy, and if you're good, he'll talk to you with a hint of affection and pride "shit baby, you'll have to redo your makeup, just look how you're crying all your eyeliner, but you look so good like that too", but if you don't leave him satisfied, he'll talk to you without an ounce of care, almost hurting you, ''Don't you dare come out looking like that, I don't need my girlfriend to look like a slut.''
stoner wonbin who leaves you alone with his other stoner friends and they take advantage of you??
rating: 18+. mdni.
content: noncon, marijuana
stoner!wonbin who is such a lightweight… he slurs his words as he talks about nothing and his eyes quickly turn pink and his eyelids get heavy until he passes out after only a few hits. you feel so out of place because you’ve never been around his friends and they all act a certain way towards you that makes you feel icky but you pushed your discomfort away to appease wonbin. but once the paranoia kicks in and wonbin’s head falls on your shoulder you start to notice it even more.
sungchan’s eyes are so dark as he watches you wrap your lips around the joint he offers you, hand placed conveniently on his hardening cock that he starts to palm. seunghan giggles when he notices, swatting at sungchan’s hands and scolding him for always getting so horny when he’s high, especially when they bring girls around. sungchan whines, telling seunghan he just can’t help it and wonbin had told him that you don’t mind anyway.
you blanch and ask him what he means, looking down at your boyfriends fluffy hair as he breathes heavily in his sleep. sungchan starts to stumble over his words, not making any sense so seunghan steps in. he tells you that wonbin told them about how you let him fuck you whenever and wherever he pleases and how much you love it when he does. he giggles as he tells you, but his smile falls a little when he bites at his bottom lip, saying that wonbin also told him how needy you can get when you’re high but he is never able to tend to you because of how drowsy he gets when he’s high.
you shift uncomfortably, your brain moving so slowly you’re struggling to think of what to say. you feel stuck because wonbin won’t budge when you shake your shoulder to wake him. sungchan’s movements on his cock become bolder and seunghan seems so pleased at the situation.
seunghan passes the joint to you again, holding it up to your lips until you take and when he pulls away his hand travels down your neck, lightly pressing it. you don’t say anything, positive that the look in your droopy eyes tell seunghan everything he needs to know but he doesn’t seem to care. his touch travels down your chest, lingering on your tits before moving down to your pussy. your press your legs together but you’re moving so slowly that seunghan manages to shove his hand between your thighs.
sungchan can’t take his eyes off you, his hand slipping under his waistband to grip his dick. you watch him stroke the tent under his sweats as seunghan starts to rub your cunt. you start squirming and you weakly wrap your hand around his wrist, already feeling tears spring to your eyes.
wonbin finally moves, but it’s only to lay his head on the armrest on his other side, leaving you cold and alone. seunghan smirks at you, eyes just as red as yours, movements just as sloppy and slow before he looks over at sungchan, telling him that they can finally have their fun.
