UNCLE!TORU AND UNCLE!SUGU having their favorite niece over!!
A/N: lil' repost from my prev accs. </3 i suddenly thought of stsg dp and i was like wait...i've written that before lmfao. not my fav but!! it's okaysies. ── .✦ BLOSSOM™
CW: (INC3ST!! stsg! moments, use of 'princess' and 'baby' and 'good girl', satoru calls reader 'kid' once, is this dub/c0n cuz reader is not into it at first?, praise k1nk, suguru being manipulative ofc, or4l (f and m receiving), t1t play, sugu calls reader a slut once, d0uble p3netr.ation, slight spit klnk, creampie)
UNCLE!TORU who doesn't even realize you're there at first; he's too busy sucking marks and nibbling down suguru's neck, whining at the taste of his skin in his tongue and under his teeth.
UNCLE!SUGU who does notice you arrived. he'd tilt his head back to look at you, adam's apple bobbing with a swallow and a breathless chuckle. “ah, princess, you're here. did daddy drop you off early?”
UNCLE!TORU who pulls away reluctantly from fondling suguru's squishy pecs when the other man lightly smacks his arm. finally lifting his head to look up at you, satoru immediately lit up, like you hadn't just witnessed them making out a second prior.
“hey, kid! long time no see!” UNCLE!TORU would say, getting up from the couch in a rush to smother you in a hug. a tight hug. tight enough to feel something hard poking at your stomach.
UNCLE!SUGU who steals you from satoru's arms as soon as the other man walks you to the couch, chuckling from your cute little squeak when he makes you sit on his lap. “how's uni, princess?” he'd ask, rubbing a hand up and down your thigh in a way that feels friendly, but not friendly enough.
UNCLE!TORU who stares as you shyly stutter through telling about your recent life. and i mean really stare. those blue eyes make you shiver, tho not as much as when he starts drinking you down like a prized possession.
UNCLE!TORU who even licks his lips, noting his favorite parts of your body, and how cute you look with a little tummy peaking out as suguru's other hand draws patterns on the skin.
UNCLE!SUGU who adding little “ oh, i see ”s, “ really? ”s and hums along to your story, relishing the way your voice wavers when he mumbled so close to your ear.
UNCLE!SUGU who stops to chuckle when your thighs finally give a twitch, nuzzling your cheek softly as he murmurs: “what's wrong, princess? ticklish?”
UNCLE!TORU who smirks at this, wiggling his fingers threateningly at you. “ohh! is our baby niece ticklish? lemme see, lemme see!” he'd say, before attacking your sides until you giggle.
UNCLE!TORU who makes your giggles into moans when he suddenly starts playing with your breasts.
UNCLE!SUGU who hugs you by the waist when you squirm, peppering kisses down your cheek and neck. his voice is so warm and soft, you feel yourself dumbed down from how smooth he sounds alone. “you're such a good girl... wanna please your uncles, right, princess? make us happy and get lots of praise and attention. yeah, right~?”
UNCLE!SUGU who kisses you until you melt in his arms. sloppy and slow and with lots of tongue, drool dribbling down your chin. UNCLE!TORU who kisses like you might disappear, holding your face with two hands, rough and loud until you're breathless and whimpering.
UNCLE!SUGU who peppers bites and kisses on your sides and tummy before eating out your sweet pussy. UNCLE!TORU who's obsessed with your tits and leaves your nipples sore and drenched in saliva.
UNCLE!TORU who takes his sweet time prepping your tight little ass to receive him; with lots of lube and his fingers, maybe even a toy from his collection. UNCLE!SUGU who relishes each moan satoru elicits from you and that vibrates around his cock.
UNCLE!SUGU who'd leave your face a sticky mess of precum and saliva, from gently coaching you how to deepthroat. he'd rub his cock all over your face every time you pull away with a gag. “you look s'pretty, princess, you know that? huh? how pretty my perfect girl looks, all slutty for some cock?”
UNCLE!TORU who almost loses his mind the moment he's inside you. who does most of the thrusting from behind while you sit and buck on suguru's thick cock. satoru's balls slap against you, suguru's pubes tickle your clit just the right way.
“sss'good, s'good, fuck, squeezin' so t'ght,” he'd say between gritted teeth. UNCLE!TORU who had this smile on his face: his eyes half-lidded, his eyebrows creased upwards, sometimes poking his tongue out as he worked his long perfect cock inside your puckered hole.
UNCLE!SUGU who looked straight up heavenly . biting his lower lip, grunting soft and deep, long pretty hair loose and draped over the armrest and a hand resting behind his head comfortably. the other is on your ass, caressing circles and patterns with the tips of his fingers and nails that made you squirmy.
UNCLE!TORU who wouldn't resist bending down, sandwiching you between their chests, to whimper and moan around suguru's tongue. you'd feel every vibration of their grunts and moans from how tight you're squeezed between their big bodies, their hips moving in synch to always keep you full of one or another.
UNCLE!SUGU who'd kiss you right after, sharing their mixed spit with you.
UNCLE!TORU and UNCLE!SUGU who'd fuck you harder and harder, more and more messy, then creampie you from both ends as you moaned loud and cried out. who'd hold you tight as you writhed and squirmed through your orgasm and their owns.
UNCLE!TORU who'd be so loud when he cums. fucking you through it in squirming, rutting fashion as he whimpers from the oversensitivity but fuck he can't stop .
UNCLE!SUGU who'd arch with a loud grunt and a gasp, panting and bucking his hips, holding your thighs for support and bite your shoulder as the afterglow washes through him.
“not a word of this to your daddy,” UNCLE!SUGU would chuckle, slapping your asscheeks fondly with both hands, happy with the small jump you gave.
UNCLE!TORU who'd refuse to leave your tight hole, nuzzling your nape and purring like a content kitty as he said: “our baby, all for us... such a good girl...”
UNCLE!SUGU and UNCLE!TORU who'd ask to have you over a lot more often from now on. 🩷
…and you make him your little plaything, walking him like a dog, forcing him to cum inside you, keeping him as your own personal dildo.
But Ghost loves it, because he’s just as fucking crazy as you are, allowing you to think you have the upper hand in this dynamic. He let’s you have your fun, waiting for that perfect opportunity, flipping the power balance, dragging you back to his place.
Now you’re his plaything. Keeps you gagged, naked, tied up in a special room he made just for you in his basement. Fucks you however he wants, puts you in a pretty collar, keeps a vibrator taped to your clit so he can turn it on wherever he is, forcing orgasms out of you until you pass out so he can have sex with your unconscious body.
If you’re a good girl he might let you out. A little “thank you for coming inside me” earns you a mattress. A “fuck me again, master” earns you fresh water and a meal. You stay on your knees, present your pussy when Ghost enters the room. You’re a good little pet, earning those treats, earning enough trust for Ghost to bring you upstairs.
That’s the first mistake, giving you space to roam. It takes all but a few days to plan your escape, to subdue him and punish Ghost right back.
But Ghost knew you would.
He was waiting for it.
And what’s the punishment?
Back in the basement, restrained with a doggy style spreader bar. You’re a hole now, and Ghost is looking forward to breaking you in.
dead dove: do not eat.
cw: canon-accurate aerion, kidnapping, (supposed)cousin incest, dubcon, noncon, stockholm syndrome, exhibitionism, cock warming, slight voyeurism.
brief description of reader's left side having targ features.
aerion, whos eyes are drawn to you the moment he enters the brothel, the streak of white at your temple reminding him so much of his dear cousin.
aerion, who grabs your ass first, pressing himself to you from behind. calls you enamouring, lips pressed against the shell of your ear after brushing that streak behind your ear.
you, who stiffens instantly. you were not a working girl, only there to do the madames bidding--bringing letters to and from customers, to other girls etc.
aerion, who doesn't care. offers you 200 stags; you had never seen so much money before, how could you turn him down?
he's obsessed with your hair--burying his nose at your temple as he fucks you into the wall, unable to find care within him at your cries, or as to whether or not anyone saw him on the bottom floor of the green dragon.
aerion, who's heart jumps to his throat when he finally looks you in the eye. one beautiful, amethyst iris; glossy with tears, framed by silver lashes. if he were to cover up your left side you'd look as plain as any other girl.
aerion, who thanked the gods you were not.
you never saw the money he promised you, instead waking up in an unfamiliar bed, and an unfamiliar room.
you, who was too scared to leave.
you, who had the fortunate (or, unfortunate) pleasure of being there when aerion came back.
aerion, who is quick to mount you. he flips you, one calloused hand on the back of your neck, pressing your face into the pillow, the other forcing your sore thighs apart.
aerion, who's lip curls at the blood on his cock, leaning down to whisper how obedient you were, so sweet and pliant, perfect.
aerion, who rubs his cum into your back, panting, before leaning down to lick a line up your spine, tasting himself and a little bit of blood that had smeared there.
you are tended to by silent maids, all three of them avoiding your gaze and not daring to speak a word in your presence. they bathe you, wipe away the tears and the blood, dressing you in a wine-coloured dress before leaving.
it becomes habit: aerion fucking you in the morning, the maids putting you back together, aerion fucking you again in the evening and through the night, keeping himself tucked inside of you so he can pick back up whenever he feels heat prickling at his stomach.
aerion, who begins to bend you over the balcony, threatening to throw you over if you were too loud or if you tried to leave. you tighten around him every time he threatened you.
you, who begins to soften. he was your only companion, the only person who would speak back when you spoke first.
you, who stops fighting when he pushes you down, instead wrapping around him when he's next to you.
aerion, who opens the door.
you are terrified. you didn't know where you were, pressed tight against aerion's arm like you would be lost if you softened your grip.
aerion, who has you in every room he shows you. on your knees, bent over a chair, over a table, him on his knees.
aerion, who offers you a moment of respite when he takes you to the gardens.
they are beautiful, filled with more green than you had ever seen in your life. he takes you upon the forget-me-nots, crushing the tiny flowers beneath your cheek.
aerion, who had noticed a shadow every time he folded you over.
he pulls you up by the neck, squeezing as a whine pinches past his fingers. "isn't she beautiful?" he pants, turning your face. your eyes were glassy, rolling back into your skull.
"i think she's one of your father's." he laughs crudely, pushing you back into the flowers. "perhaps i should ask grandsire to legitimise her. the two of you together might make a whole dragon, her left and your right."
Warnings: DD:DNE (we are dealing with the Cody’s, primarily Pope); age gap (around Craig/Deran’s age); no use of Y/N; your shitty ex; Yandere?Pope; protective!Pope ; hardheaded/stubborn!reader; platonic?; mentions/acts of abortion, abuse, excessive violence, stalking, blood, arson, drugs (addiction/overdose), kidnapping, religious psychosis; angst/thriller to fluff? A happier ending; POC friendly; could be OOC; not proofread
Summary: Recently moved to SoCal, not for a restart but to continue your life without your shitty ex. Befriending Deran and Craig leads to you meeting someone new. Whom you thought was paranoid was actually right.
Moving to SoCal was a dream. Living by the beach, going to a great university to go beyond the bachelors you already held, working a job that isn’t shitty minimum wage, and away from your past. Like, your shitty ex. Your family. Everything.
Another bonus is the people. Not the best people, but fun to be around. Like the Cody’s— well, Deran and Craig. You didn’t know what they did, nor did you want to care. They had connections with drug lords, probably laundered money too, you wanted to live your life the best you can. Maybe even find love.
When you were at one of the parties, you saw him. Pope. For the first time. You were sitting in a quiet corner, that quiet corner being Pope’s room. Listening to the voicemails you got from your ex. Making you sober up in both confusion and sadness; confused since you changed your number and sad ‘cause you were sobering up. The threats from him progressively got worse before you slid your phone across the carpeted floor then dropping yourself to lay down. Closing your eyes, sleep sounded better than having a panic attack. The tears still dripped ever so slightly, even with closed eyes.
“What are you doing in here,” you heard a stiff whisper, sitting up immediately to look in the dark room. An incredibly burly shadow was staring at you. The boys told you about having older brothers. You’ve met and seen Baz, not Pope.
“You must be Pope:”
“Answer me.”
Terrifying, alright. Getting up, walking up to him so your hand could steady itself on the glass sliding door, “someone called me and I needed to sober up. No biggie. I’ll be on my way now.” He clearly saw the tears but didn’t say a word. Just stared at you, stance still rigid as hell.
For the next few days, you ran into him frequently. Never speaking. You’ll notice his truck in front of your job or house. Stationary for hours on end until you leave, then he follows you. Slightly waving at him but he only stared.
“Alright, not creepy at all,” you thought to yourself.
You’d been too scared to tell Deran and Craig about it. Sitting in the back of the bar with them. Both were smoking a joint and drinking, when they tried to pass it to you, you declined, “can’t. They drug test me. Plus, I at least want to be decently sober” The boys sounded impressed, slightly mocking you.
“Oh, fancy,” Craig faked a posh accent, “went all corporate on us?”
“Been corporate,” shrugging as you opened a glass bottle of soda, “I have a quick question though.” The boys nodded, prompting you to continue, “is Pope, like, okay? I mean no disrespect, I know that’s you’re older brother, but he’s kinda—“
“Standoff-ish,” Deran interrupts. Craig added on, “a fuckin’ creep,” Deran kicked his leg, “not a pervert but just a weirdo. If it’s that, then yea, why’d you ask?”
“He’s been,” trying to find a better way to put it but you couldn’t, “stalking me. Or we just repeatedly keep running into each other and that’s totally not his truck parked outside my house.”
The younger Cody boys made an ‘ahh’ sound, Deran spoke up, “Pope was askin’ us about you. Making sure you were safe and shit, y’know. He didn’t say much else besides that you need to be safe.” Make sure you were safe? You looked incredibly confused. Gobsmacked, if one will.
“Safe?” You looked around, then down out your phone for a second before letting out a knowing groan.
Craig’s eyes furrowed, “what?”
“My ex, no big deal.” Lying. You lied. This was an incredibly big deal, they could tell you were lying too but didn’t let you know. As if you guys were playing poker, or even chess. “He’s not gonna do shit,” you said getting up, stretching, “I gotta get going anyways. First day off in a hot minute.” The boys cheered, getting up to escort you to the car. Odd, they usually just watch from afar.
“You sure you’ll be okay, can always—“
Quickly cutting Deran off, buckling your seatbelt, “Deran, I’ll be okay. You know I keep that on me.” He nods, giving the roof a gentle slap before walking off with Craig, allowing you to pull out and drive home. You kept an eye on the rear view, watching a certain car. Recognizing it as someone else’s. Pope seemed harmless to you, despite his jaded past, you assumed he wouldn’t hurt you. But this car? Every turn you took to lose it, it was right there. Debating on if you should call someone or not.
“Probably have greater things to worry about,” doubting yourself as the Cody boys don’t constantly and continuously reminds you that they will forever be in your corner. Eventually, the car went away, assuming you were safe, you parked in your usual spot and went inside your house. Double checking if your doors and windows were locked. Any possible hiding spots for an intruder. All melee weaponry in their correct spots. You turned your phone off and slept soundly, with a few melatonin of course.
The next morning, you were awoken by heavy banging on your door. Quickly grabbing your gun, a bath robe for modesty, tip toeing to the front door to only find Pope, in his usually rigid stance in the peephole. When you unlocked the door, you barely got a chance to open it. He just barged in, seemingly panicked, “you need to protect yourself.” Pope looked at you, seeing your gun, he nodded to himself, “good. Pack your shit.”
“What the— why?”
“It’s not safe here, not for you.” Pope commanded, he looked around your home as if he was trying to find something. Rolling your eyes to put the gun down, groaning, “Pope, I’ll be okay. Whatever you know, I know too. There’s no need to worry. Or stalk me like you have been.”
Pope immediately got in your face, whispering, “I’m not stalking you, he is. You aren’t safe. I’ll make sure you’re fucking safe!”
“I am safe,” whispering back at him, “it’s nothing I can’t handle. Handled it in the past, now I’m handling it in the present. This time, it’ll be the last. Now, get the hell out of my house. It’s my day off, I’m tired.” The burly man only stared at you before walking out your house, even though he could see the fear in your eyes; could probably sniff it out of you as well. Knowing that he wouldn’t leave you be, rather be there for you at a distant. The second he left, slamming the door shut, you locked all the bolts with blurry vision. Throat closing in on itself with that tingly burning sensation in your chest. Lying down on the ground, ear and chest to the floor, steadily listening to your own heartbeat. Calming yourself down. “Get the fuck up and get ready. Keep the gun on you, you’ll be alright,” you muttered to yourself.
You’ve dealt with worse with him. Whole reason you moved. He tried to baby trap you, you ran off. Besides, becoming a parent wasn’t in the cards at the moment. With all the broken bottles, overdoses, bruises, and blood shed you endured, that wasn’t right for a child. Nor you. Who wouldn’t run? Not even to start over but continue the life that animal tried to strip from you.
You walked around the nearby shopping center, not taking your car since you decided that you needed your steps in; plus he wouldn’t follow you. Pope, probably, but you knew the pattern of your ex.
Thought you knew. As you went headed inside your home, putting the bags down in your room, there was a creak in the floor. Before you could find somewhere to stalk whoever broke into your house while whipping out your gun; you felt a heavy pang in the back of your skull. Not immediately blacking out but your vision became darkened and unclear, body met the floor. That’s when you saw him, beginning to straddle over your body, wrapping calloused fingers around your neck. Watching you fade out. No matter how much you clawed or weakly punched, he kept his hands around your throat.
Deran and Craig snuck into your house. Not as intruders but you haven’t been answering their calls or texts. It looked clean, too clean, until they went to your room. Bags discarded on the floor, they accepted that. But your phone and gun? “Shit,” Craig gasped, “shit, Pope was right. Who would do this shit? Kidnapping?”
“Whoever the hell Pope told us to protect them from,” Deran took his phone out so he could call his older brother, trying not to seem panicked but he clearly was. Running his fingers through his hair until his brother finally picked up, “Pope?”
Sat in a dark room, tied to something, you were unable to tell what it was. But your body felt elevated. The scent of marijuana, most likely an incense, that’s why you felt like this. Petrified, not even unstoppable. Then, a hint of mold with that odd scent of rain. Bleach too, you pondered to yourself. A candlelight came through, as if y’all were in the Victorian era.
“Got you some to eat and something to take, sweetheart. I missed you. Those guys you’re always with…they’re not good for you. Not Godly. The acts you’ve done— but! It’s okay. We can get you right,” the candlelight made his smile creepier.
Rolling your eyes, trying your best to back away from him, “since when were you of God? This seems righteous to you or has the guilt eaten you alive like other shithead guys who swap—“ before you could continue, there was a hefty hit to your temple. All you could hear was disabling ringing while he yelled in your face. Only causing you to sob profusely, not in fear. Pain. “No child of yours would ever live a prosperous life. You’re always shooting up. Doing lines, knowing damn well you don’t have the money to pay for it. Drinking, petty crimes. You know the amount of times I had to grab narc—“ he hit me again.
“I’m a better man! I repented,” rubbing the spots he hit me, “so can you. We can get you all right. Even got you a Bible in your favorite color,” he proceeded to say the color on the opposite side of the color wheel from your favorite. Spitting the built up blood in your mouth out onto the ground.
Should’ve listened to the warnings. Packed your shit and stayed with the Cody’s but damn does Pope had a way of being inarticulate. Like a damn sphinx. With his closed off body language, he made everything worse, a bit more than uncanny and eerie. It was also comforting in a sense. Your phone isn’t on you either, shit. They won’t be able to find you. Pope can’t keep his word up.
All that was audible was him yelling at you to eat, trying to force food down your throat; probably laced with some bullshit. Though your feet are bind, you managed to kick him off of you, earning another hit by him. This time, you could feel the blood leak out of your nose. Shit. The kind of hit that had the same impact as a gun, you thought.
Yelling, that’s all your head was acknowledging. It wasn’t coherent but you knew it was loud, not as loud as the ringing. Consciousness was slipping but you felt the house shake, at least what was under you, so you’re on a two story.
“Shit. They can’t ruin our plans, my love! This is the house where we restart. Have the kid that you killed,” he got up.
You retorted, “I d-didn’t,” spitting out blood on the ground since you could barely see where your lap was let alone him, “kill shit! Clump of cells.”
“Life,” that dipshit roared, “you ended it. But we’re going to start over. Just,” inhaling sharply, “wait.” He ran off, leaving you alone. There was a few gunshots and thunderous skin on skin contact, or maybe skin on wood. While that was happening, you used your feet to reel in the candle. Though you couldn’t see well, you tried to find a way to escape the restraints. Attempting to burn the rope, ignoring the slight burns your ankle was also getting. That was until heavy footsteps crept towards you. Quickly pretending that you weren’t trying to undo the restraints until you saw the rigid man again. A weight lifted off your chest.
“Pope,” lazily speaking, “h-how?”
“Tracked your watch,” he muttered, his voice was shaky as he stomped towards you, releasing you but you could barely hold yourself up, falling into his chest, “I should’ve stayed with you.”
“ ‘ts’ok,” forcing yourself up to crawl away. Pope didn’t let you go far though, effortlessly picking you up. Using your hand to shield your eyes didn’t stop you from seeing how bloody everything was. The shitty clothes your ex put you in, the old, almost rotten walls, and even Pope’s shirt. Walking past your ex, he seemed like he was stirring back to consciousness, giving Pope a pep in his step. Holding you one handed to open the car door and place you inside.
His eyes averted immediately, he commanded you like he usually does, “stay in here. I’ll be back. Don’t fall asleep, you could have a concussion.” Before you could say anything, the door slammed shut. The car shifted slightly, then you saw him with a thing of gasoline. It took 9 minutes and 48 seconds. You kept count so you wouldn’t pass out. The second the 48 hit, he stepped out the house, lit a match, and chucked it inside the house. Screams. Curses. Pope marched back to the car, shaking like a leaf. Getting into the driver’s seat and speeding off. He grabbed your wrist to check your pulse, “are you okay?” You nodded, he added on, “how’s your head.” You gave him a thumbs up.
“Pope,” you weakly spoke, “why?” He immediately pulled over, luckily you were far enough away from the burning house where he left the man. “How’d you know I was gone— never mind,” putting your forearm on your eyes, trying not to touch your nose too much, “Deran ‘nd Craig, huh?” Pope nodded, he looked away from you still. Now, it caused you to question him more, “w-why do you want to protect me so bad, hm? Ever since we first met.”
“Y-y-you were crying,” he stammered, now you tried to get up. Reaching for his face to make him look at you. Pope couldn’t meet your eye, stuttering, “h-he was hurting you. I did this to protect you.”
“I know, Andrew.”
“I didn’t want to see you s-scared anymore! This should’ve never happened. I’m sorry.”
“Andrew,” putting your palm to his bloody cheek, forcing him to look into your eyes, “I know.”
“I’m,” his teary eyes began to letting salted droplets roll down his cheek, “sorry.” He collapsed into the nape of your neck, you held him close. As best as you could. “Do I creep you out?”
You nodded, getting that scratching feeling in your throat, “yea. I understand w-why you did the things you did though.”
“Hospital,” your brows quirked as he left your neck, putting the truck out of park, “you need a hospital. Could have a broken nose and a concussion. Hopefully nothing more, just don’t fall asleep. Make a case, tell them I found you collapsed on the ground. Tracked your watch. The fire, you don’t know anything about it. You defended yourself then ran until you couldn’t anymore.” Leaning back into your seat, you groaned, covering your eyes once more, no argument to form. He glanced at you often on your drive back, shaking you at times, making sure you were still conscious. It got to a point where you just took his hand into yours, squeezing it 3 times subconsciously.
Pope was a creepy man. Yet he only wanted to make sure you were safe. Even though it was twisted, it was better than your ex. Anything was, you thought at that moment. You spoke up, even though your voice was still hoarse and soft, “what about you? The blood?”
“Not mine, I’ll wipe it off before taking you in plus I do MMA. I’ll be fine.”
part three of monster fucker may: skinwalker kenjaku x f!reader (jujutsu kaisen)
in which kenjaku had successfully assimilated as geto and was on his way back with everyone else in tow — a continuation of the part of one piece from march that follows a goatman inspired story of you going on a camping trip with your friends, before something goes terribly wrong
trigger warnings: !!please read carefully!!: this piece contains graphic horror, dark smut, non-consensual acts (non!con/coercion), memory alteration & memory loss, lost time and surreal reality, psychological trauma, manipulation and trickery, in addition to implied character death(s) • MDNI • read on ao3 • part two of two • read the first part here
As you sat between Suguru and Shoko, a tense and suffocating quiet settled over the interior of the car.
Nothing seemed to add up, and the heavy strain of the atmosphere was not making anything better. Shoko, for example, had gone quiet, her expression glazed over with a thought she could not voice. At most, she could only look out of the window as the same trees kept passing her by. Kento was stuck in the passenger seat, his fingernails scratching at the fabric of his seat, which was already fraying at the seams, and Satoru was speeding through the road with his shoulders raised high and his posture coiled tight.
Suguru, on the other hand, did not feel like who he was supposed to be.
It was a strange realisation, but you could no longer deny it anymore:
This was not the same man that you once knew.
A heavy, thick gulp travelled down your throat as you tried to remain calm. Briefly, a memory surfaced as you thought back to last night—of you getting lost, maybe—though you did not understand or remember what led up to that point. Nothing made sense. A terrible soreness settled over your lower half as well as over your shoulders; parts of your skin just felt bruised in a way that you couldn’t accomplish from a mere fall or anything of the sort. In addition to that, you felt exhausted, and your mind felt hazy, but that much seemed to be the case for everyone else, too.
As if to ground you, Suguru slipped his hand over to find yours, his fingers threading past your own and anchoring you to the seat. For whatever reason, however, you could not bring yourself to face him, let alone find comfort in his company.
Subconsciously, without even realising it, you pulled away from him a moment later, shuffling over towards Shoko’s side—who made an effort to accommodate you, sensing your unease. She seemed just as out of it as you, but something kept her going. Knowing her, perhaps it was scepticism.
Kento was in a similar boat because, despite his distance, he refused to accept something in particular. Yes, you all left in a hurry because something felt wrong, but he didn’t like that he couldn’t place it. Finally, he snapped, tearing through the tense quiet.
“Right,” he began, his voice rough with a lack of sleep. “Does anyone remember anything at all?” he asked, his tone firm.
Satoru shook his head; his mind was still focused on the empty stretch of road up ahead that never seemed to end. Shoko made a soft, disagreeable sound, whereas you gave a small and uncertain “no” to seal it all together.
Suguru was the only one who answered with something cohesive.
“Yes,” he replied calmly, his voice low and smooth, something about his cadence sounding more rehearsed than natural. “The weather turned bad, and there was an episode of someone sleepwalking.”
Kento immediately refused that answer.
“Someone?” he repeated, catching him right away. “How are you so calm?” he accused, his fingers curling into his palms. “That someone was your girlfriend,” Kento added, his jaw tightening in an anger that rarely surfaced. “How are you so calm over her going missing through the night? What if she had gotten seriously hurt?”
Suguru adjusted his tone quickly, mirroring the concern in Kento’s voice, not Suguru’s. The result sounded uncanny.
“But she wasn’t hurt, and besides,” Suguru said, turning the accusation back on Kento, “I don’t want her to panic, so I’m being calm for her sake.”
His hand sought yours out again, but you didn’t let his touch reach you that time.
Shoko’s eyes widened, as though she had remembered something vital, her hand quickly tapping on the side of the car door as if to jolt her memory. “Wait,” she blurted out, sounding half-tired but desperate, trying her best to keep herself steady. “We went into that cabin nearby or something—right? Was it because something happened at the campsite?”
Her question suddenly gave you pause. Yes, there was something along those lines that you did remember. Suguru expressed initial panic because it felt as though there was someone else in the tent, in addition to the two of you, when it should have been just the two of you. You remembered how quickly he tore out of the tent and how he pushed you behind him protectively, before everyone else woke up and agreed to hole up in the nearby lodge. Briefly, you remembered playing cards—Uno, maybe? Then something disrupted the peace again—either Kento or Shoko noticing it first, before rushing everyone out for a head count.
Just needing to make sure of something, you forced yourself to turn over to look at Suguru, your heart dropping as soon as you noticed just how widely he was smiling. Glancing around, too, everybody seemed to be looking everywhere but at him, as if guided by that same instinctive feeling to avoid that man at all costs, because yes, there was something horribly wrong. When he noticed you looking at him, however, he slowly turned to catch your gaze, but you turned your head away just as quickly, not wanting to face him directly.
“You’re right,” Kento said quickly, his fingers snapping in realisation. “We were playing cards, weren’t we? All six of us were—”
“Six?” Satoru interrupted him abruptly, turning briefly to face his friend, his blue eyes wide with panic. “No, no, no. There’s me, you, Shoko,” he nodded back towards you, adding your name to the roster, “and Suguru. That’s five, Kento. Five.”
Kento blinked just once, already forming a response that countered his, but his words seemed to die in his throat. A shiver of something unpleasant washed over his body as he was barely able to voice his thoughts. “Then… who was the person who sat between us?”
A heavy silence filled the air.
Then at the realisation, Kento could only reply with just one thing.
“...Oh.”
For that charged duration, nobody spoke as a dreadful quiet settled around everyone; the tension rising to a pressure that felt uncomfortable to ignore. Panic brewed all around, but then Suguru, just like before, broke through everyone’s unease. The way his voice sounded gave the implication that he was enjoying himself, as if he were elated.
“Well, we were all exhausted, weren’t we?” he brought up calmly. “We likely just imagined it.”
“All of us imagine the same thing?” Shoko replied at last, shaking her head. Her fingers curled into her palms as she struggled to make sense of a thought, before nodding her chin up, coming to focus on Satoru’s eyes in the rear-view mirror. “Wait. Actually. Can we pull over at the next rest stop?”
Satoru hesitated, but then just as she said it, a gas station rolled into view as if on cue. “Sure,” he muttered, too shaken to question the timing of it. “One’s coming up. We can stop for a bit.”
Suguru leaned back. “Sure, maybe some air will do us all some good.”
You, all the while, could not help but feel as if this was all a mistake. The concern in his voice at least sounded real enough, but his intention did not. You found yourself nodding along anyway, at least because you agreed that stretching your legs in a space that did not feel so cramped might help clear things up. Maybe the fresh air could knock some more lost memories back into your head.
When the car came to a stop, you were met with the sight of what looked to be a very old gas station. Everyone scrambled out at once, eager to breathe in what waited outside, but the air felt too thick. There was also no sound just outside; no birds, no insects, no distant cars on the road, and oddly enough, no wind.
Nobody else seemed to care for the time being, too focused on seeking out something comforting instead. Shoko moved out first, aiming to find something caffeinated in the shop that could bring some of her rationality back. Kento disappeared somewhere else, too, his attention caught by an old map that was pinned to a wall. Satoru was already at the counter with a bag of sweets that he grabbed on instinct, his fingers drumming on the surface as he waited for someone to ring him up.
You, otherwise, looked for something passive. Maybe something salty that you could wash down with something refreshing; eating during long journeys always helped calm you down, after all.
Though as you drifted between the aisles, something else felt off. Your eyes dragged around the stock of the shelves, of what occupied the coolers, and even when you reached for a packet of something, you realised it especially then: it was all dated by a couple of decades.
As you caught up around the corner, you caught a glimpse of Shoko, who perhaps noticed the same thing you did.
“Um,” she started, her voice uneven for once. “My aunt used to talk about this awful iced coffee all of the time,” she said, her gaze settling over a glass bottle in the cooler. “She said you had to shake it really hard to get the glob of sugar at the bottom to dissolve, claiming it was good if you could look past that.”
You gulped, but tried to reply. “Y-yeah?”
“Yeah,” she replied, sounding even more distant than ever before. “It was discontinued by the time I was even a teen, but that damned jingle was stuck in my head for years after.”
“Shoko?” you asked, suddenly feeling something akin to dread settle over your shoulders. You looked behind you as she took a step forward, her hand coming to settle over the door of the fridge. Briefly, you spotted Kento open up a book of some kind, hearing the rustle of pages rapidly flicking.
In a voice that was almost flat now, Shoko continued. “My aunt used to sing it all the time, so of course I remembered it. How did it go again?”
She started humming—
Then, not even a second later, Kento let out a sharp sound of surprise, and you could hear something heavy hit the floor with a paper sweep, forcing the light to dim just a little. Closer to the entrance where the counter was, you could hear a “wait—” escape from Satoru’s lips as the light dipped even darker.
Shoko kept on humming all the while, until she, too, stopped abruptly, as if her attention was caught by something else. A quiet, “oh” left her lips just once, barely audible in the gas station at all. You heard the cooler door open, the bottle clink, and then slip from her hand, only to shatter over the floor, spreading glass all across the tiles.
The interior darkened yet again, but the sharp sound was enough to jolt you into a state of utmost awareness.
It was then that you remembered that you had not seen Suguru yet, and as if on cue—
Cold fingers settled over your shoulders, anchoring you into place, feeling heavy and certain. His voice came from behind you, lacking the warmth you desperately needed.
“Careful,” he murmured softly. “You should really be more aware of your surroundings.”
In an instant, your blood went cold, and you swallowed hard as the memory of the events rushed in all at once. That’s right. Suguru was not Suguru—but you had that suspicion already before—even if it was finalised just now. Whatever it was behind you was merely wearing his face, speaking with his voice and moving with his shape.
“R-right,” you blurted out, your voice shaky and small. “I-I think I remember, last night, in the woods, when y-you… you…”
The air went awfully still as you tried to continue, but whatever was wearing his skin did not move or say anything to stop you, regarding you with complete patience, unlike it had done with the others. God. Your friends were gone, weren’t they? Could they have been dead? Did this thing kill them? A tear slipped down your cheek as you struggled to process that very thought at all.
You swallowed a thick gulp down. “W-why? Why him?”
The creature’s body lowered slightly, its hands moving down from your shoulders to settle around your waist. Its mouth pressed against your neck, inviting a rush of goosebumps to surface from the contact.
“I wish to live amongst people,” it began, “for a time, I thought it would be easier to replace others, but people are perceptive. Perhaps infiltration and elimination could work better.”
Your throat tightened as you tried to listen along. “But his life—their lives—weren’t yours to take.”
“Perhaps not,” it replied with a hum, its grip around your frame tightening a little. “But, it is my nature to do so, and besides… It was lonely, existing as what I am. As I am.”
Just as you tried to move away, it kept you in place, its tone dipping into something even lower. “If it’ll help, I can alter your memory,” it promised. “I could spare you the pain of losing him. I can remove the parts you do not want, so you can live without missing him,” it added. “I do not mind either way.”
“Just kill me too,” you said instead.
The creature paused, but it seemed to struggle with something.
“I want what he had,” it said instead. “I want his life. His place in the world. The love—acceptance he had—you.”
At its words, the fluorescent lights over the interior flickered a pitch darker, all the while you felt its hands dip lower to rest over your hips. It turned you to face it fully then, allowing the illusion to lift significantly. Just as it had once done so before. This creature did not have everything right—merely only the essence of what made Suguru, Suguru—but nothing else: its jaw didn’t quite line up, its eyes were sharper, its skin was paler, its hair was duller.
You froze completely as you faced it directly, feeling the terror surface all too quickly, rendering you unable to move—let alone think, breathe, or act at all. To it, however, your pause was encouraging, and it took the opportunity to move its mouth over your collarbone, pressing a wet, almost starved kiss upon your prickled flesh.
In an attempt at Suguru’s former cadence, the creature smoothed its voice to the best of its ability. “Don’t look so scared, babe,” it assured, its hands reaching over the hem of your top, practically tearing the fabric off. “I just want to take care of you,” it added, pressing those awful kisses over your skin as it spoke. “I can be better. He didn’t know how to touch you like this, did he? He didn’t know how to make you feel this good, right?”
It continued as you were left unable to reply—unable to scream.
“I can be him if you just let me,” it promised, or rather, almost pleaded, its grip on you tightening as its other hand clawed away the rest of what you wore; the flickering of the nearly dimmed overhead lights feeding your already mounting nausea. “I can be so much better. I can be everything he was supposed to be—everything he failed to become.”
You tried to move all the while, but it was as if your limbs went heavy, and your body went numb. The sound of denim being pulled from your legs was somehow deafening, and your mind was a mess as it struggled to keep up with what was going on. Its voice was so much like Suguru’s that it must have been the familiarity that anchored you then; its touch was just as curious, too, but even so, it lacked the gentleness of him—the warmth of him.
Before you could finally react to the terror of it all—a thought finally surfacing—it hoisted you up and forced your legs to spread wide. Its large, heavy hands hooked beneath your thighs, walking a step back to pin you against the gas station wall, keeping you secure in between your chest all the same while. It was then that this all felt horribly familiar again, and you remembered just how it felt last night. A shudder of disgust rippled through your body as you tried to push it off of you, but the blunt force of its arousal was already seeking entry, and you were unable to stop it from pushing inside of you, either.
Almost reluctantly, you dug into its shoulders, desperate to find a glimpse of Suguru—somehow—even if your mind was already slipping. Instead, all you found was something denser and thicker. Misinterpreting your touch for acceptance, however, the monster wearing his face found encouragement in the act, beginning to move in and out of you, its body blurring against your own with a heavy, pulsing head. It leaned in a moment after, its mouth trying to find yours, silently begging for reciprocation, but you were successful in turning your head away.
Even so, your rejection did not deter it.
“You’ll let me work for it, won’t you?” it pleaded—its cock driving into you deeply—the weight of its thrusts forcing the air from your lungs. “I’ll learn every inch of your body. I’ll make sure you can’t remember him. I’ll be better—so much fucking better—”
The sensation of it was becoming all too much, though, and your mind was already in the process of faltering around what it, at this point, barely held onto. The boundary between the monster assaulting you and the man you loved dissolved into something dreadful and numb. All the while, those awful fluorescent lights flickered above you relentlessly, causing nightmarish shadows to cast all around you, highlighting the wrongness in its face.
Almost desperately, you asked it, wanting it to play along, even, just so that you could feel something other than despair.
“Are you really him?” you asked, hoping that this was all a nightmare from the start.
The creature before you slowed down, though the pressure of it kept you pinned against the wall. For a heartbeat, the silence had gripped you both, but then its face twitched and shifted, settling back to resemble Suguru, as if reminded that it was important to keep up the illusion.
“Please—” you begged.
And in a voice that was soft and eerily close to Suguru’s, something convincing enough had finally come out.
“Of course it’s me,” it whispered, holding onto a perfect mimicry of how Suguru used to sound. It assured you so thoroughly, so gently, especially so as it leaned into your cheek then, pressing something soft and affectionate over your tear-stained skin. “Don’t be silly. I’m right here.”
The lie was so seamless that it was all that your mind needed to finally break, even if its face was still wrong in some parts, or if its skin felt too strange—the sound of its voice was calling to you, begging with equal desperation for you to hold onto the illusion of what this all was. You let out a shaky breath, leaning in to chase after the delusion. Your lips found their own, choosing the comfort of the lie over the horror of the truth—and it—all the while—took advantage of what it could.
Pushing itself deeper, it bucked into you with increasing abandon, chasing after your acceptance far more frantically than ever before.
“Yes, yes, it’s okay,” it groaned, genuine pleasure threading its voice by now, sounding just as hungry as Suguru might have ever been. “It’s okay. It’s just us here. Just you and me.”
It deepened the kiss, its breath hot against yours, whispering sweet little filthy promises of how much better it could be—how it would never leave you—and how, if you tried to leave it, on the other hand—how it would not let you.
And as the friction built to a fever pitch, you stopped fighting what it was—at least for now—stopped trying to reconcile the mimicked face of the man you loved and surrendered to insanity instead, simply because that much was easier. You clung to it; your nails cutting into its back—although unable to break its skin—your reluctant climax consuming you at a violent rate, a coil of something hesitant yet overwhelming, shattering your resistance entirely.
Your back arched as your legs trembled in the aftermath; salty, stinging tears rolling down your cheek. Pleasure wasn’t the right word for what you felt just then. That orgasm felt wrong: forced, stolen—reserved for someone else. You were left gasping and unable to stop yourself from breaking out into a sob as the sheer weight of the horror caught up to you all at once. God. It was horrible. Awful. It all rushed back into your lungs in a way that felt cold and suffocating. You tried to push yourself away from the beast before you, but it kept you grounded in place, and it did not budge at all.
It was almost comedic. Almost bizarre. But—
It tried to comfort you.
“I’ve got you,” it soothed with a hushed whisper, reflecting Suguru’s voice perfectly now. “I’m right here, babe. I’m not going anywhere,” it added, rocking you gently in its arms in an attempt to calm you down. “Don’t cry. I’ll make you forget the bad parts.”
And as it dissolved into a mantra of awful promises, you could no longer fight the spell of sleep it was inducing upon you.
Indeed, you started to forget the things that mattered, one by one—
Because just why were you out here at all?
And who were you here to begin with?
~~~
After your whole world had gone dark, you awoke the next morning in your own bed, right at home, as if you had never left at all. A dull sense of something akin to a reminder weighed over your shoulders, as if you had forgotten something important. Your head felt full and unfocused, otherwise, as if you were hungover.
Suguru, on the other hand, was already there as you stirred awake, immediately pressing himself to your side. You flinched without thinking, but then you forced yourself to calm down.
Strange. His proximity had never made you feel that way before.
You chose to ignore it.
“Are you all packed?” you yawned out, feeling a sense of deja vu washing over you.
Your hands reached over to find his body out of habit, meeting with flesh that felt oddly cold instead of the usual warmth you were used to, but the unease buried itself away as quickly as it surfaced.
A hum left his lips. “Yeah, about that. I rescheduled it.”
You blinked.
“That’s alright, isn’t it?” he added on a whim. “I figured that I might actually want to spend more time with you than around anyone else.”
You blinked again, feeling some confusion mount: Suguru had otherwise been excited about this trip for weeks. But then again, you no longer remembered what had happened at all. Gone were the memories of what happened in the forest, the gas station, let alone of what became of the real him or your friends at all. Everything about it all, in fact, blurred into something unrecognisable and easily forgotten.
All you could do, therefore, was to adapt to the sudden change of pace.
“Oh, okay,” you murmured. “Some time together sounds nice, otherwise.”
Suguru smiled at you, pleased by your acceptance. “Doesn’t it just?” he asked, watching you carefully with eyes that lacked his usual shine. “So, how about we start off properly then,” he added, his voice dipping into something suggestive, his hands moving to brush against your skin with familiarity, yes, you noted, but not with belonging.
Regardless, even if something felt off, you leaned into his touch.
“That okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” you nodded along. “That’s perfectly fine,” you assured him back, tracing your fingers along his ice-cold palms, pressing a kiss onto his lips, tasting ash and smoke and something vaguely sweet.
Pushing down all of the cold dread that threatened to surface.
pairings: famous a-list actor!leehan x upcoming/unknown actress!reader (afab, she/her)
MDNI !!! block the tag #misa;darkcontent to prevent viewing content like this from me! or just block me in general! + not proofread.
wc: 7.9k // leehan's masterlist.
disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, it is not to defame the said idols. it's just fantasy and not real, it doesn't represent the idol's real life personalities or behavior. i do not condone such behavior in real life, and neither should you. fiction is fiction, consume carefully and at your own discretion.
warnings: noncon/dubcon, intoxication, drugging, nonconsensual filming, abuse of power, power dynamics, nipple play, breast play, breeding kink, fingering, manhandling, choking, blackmail, coercion, manipulation, unhealthy obsession, leehan x side character for a bit but nothing too serious he just uses her for pleasure, leehan is fucked up so beware, DD;DNE.
The diner's door bell rang as it opened, new customers flowing in as you mentally made a note to take their order after you were done serving the current customers.
You set the food and drinks on the table as you move away to the next customer to take their order. You scribbled their orders before you went to the kitchen, pinning it as the chef readies the meal.
While you waited for the food to be prepared, your mind wandered off to a familiar place, a place of dreams and hopes that were currently on hold.
You wanted to become an actress, but you couldn't land any major roles to cement your stance in the industry. It is indeed unforgiving if you aren't a nepo baby. Starting from zero is extremely difficult in this day and age.
You knew that, and still dropped out of your 3rd year in college just to pursue acting, was it a decision you regretted? Definitely, you knew it was going to be difficult but didn't expect it to be an absolute hell.
Minor rolls in movies or shows didn't keep the cash flowing as you'd wanted it to, which made you work other jobs just to get by. You had made up your mind, if you didn't land a major role this time, you'd be returning back to college to pursue a normal degree and get a stable job.
For now, you just hoped for the best as you took back the orders to serve the customers.
>>>>
Luckily for you, your audition went well. You auditioned for the role of the best friend of the female lead who later becomes a villain but ended up landing the female lead role which got you excited.
You couldn't wait until the shoot started so you can finally quit this job, this role was finally going to be a catalyst for your dreams. You were so happy.
You didn't have a proper team to manage you, so you signed a temporary contract under the very entertainment company that was directing and producing this show.
Hanlee entertainment.
You were very excited about everything, until the casting was finally revealed to the public. Most of the actors were new too, except for the male lead.
You'd recognize that face anywhere.
Leehan.
Real name, Kim Donghyun.
He was the son of the founder of Hanlee entertainment, his mother was a well renowned actress, he too was well known and popular, despite being a nepo baby, Leehan was known to act well. He made his debut when he was eighteen, during his last year of high school and grew into an A-list celebrity almost overnight, he only cemented his status further as he did many successful projects throughout the years.
You felt a bitter taste on your tongue.
You genuinely considered giving up on the role. You didn't want to face him. He probably didn't know you, but you remember him.
The food you had eaten earlier threatened to spill out of your guts but you contained it.
You need to put the past behind and continue on.
So that's what you did, the shoot schedule was sent to you shortly and the filming had begun.
Introductions were kept short, the first episode for the drama only contained your backstory for the majority of it so over the week, you were able to film without any interaction with Leehan. You've acquainted yourself with the actress playing the villainous role, as she was also the best friend of the female lead. Her name was Soeun.
You dreaded the shoot for the next week, when male lead would finally be introduced to the plot, you'd be filming with Leehan, and it made your skin crawl.
The stylist was getting you ready on the scene when Leehan just arrived on the set. He greeted the staff and everyone else before he was hurried off by them to get him ready for the scene.
You both acted out quite naturally despite not even once talking to one another, you avoided him during the breaks, not wanting any interaction with him off-camera, but you could only avoid it so far.
The shoot concluded and you tried rushing to your vanity van to pack up the things and leave as quickly as possible, but you were interrupted by Leehan.
“Hey.” He stopped in front of you.
“I believe we haven't gotten the chance to introduce ourselves properly. Nice to meet you.” He gave you a smile that made you disgusted, but you didn't show it on your face and smiled back.
“Uhm, yeah, hello, nice to meet you too.” You stuttered, your tongue tied as you couldn't even form a basic reply. “Do you want to join us for dinner? In celebration of the drama. I've already invited others. It would be weird without the female lead there.” He shot a charming smile which made your eyebrows twitch.
“Uhm, no— I uh, I have other things to do.” You reply, trying to make up an excuse. “Like what? Come on, push it off for today, you're the female lead after all.” He pushed, stepping closer as he grabbed your wrist.
You fucking hated every moment of this.
You couldn't breathe.
So you agreed, stepping back, keeping the distance between you both as you pulled your hand away. Leehan was put off by how fast you snatched your hand away, his annoyance vanished quickly just as it came.
It was almost too quick but you caught it.
The dinner surprisingly went by smoothly, you got yourself acquainted with other actors who you hadn't met before. You were actually enjoying your time here, probably because you were seated very far away from Leehan.
Leehan left the dinner for a 'nature' break and you noticed how Soeun followed right after him. You didn't think much of it until fifteen minutes had passed and Soeun returned with her lips swollen and what looked like an attempt at retouched make-up.
Leehan too returned shortly after, and it seems like everyone knew what went on but didn't dare say anything about it. The dinner became awkward after the incident. Couldn't they have waited?
Leehan could've just taken her back home but nevermind, they had to do it ‘discreetly’ during the dinner even though it wasn't discreet at all.
It made you lose your appetite, if you had any in the first place. The dinner seemed to have come to a conclusion yet no one was getting up cause they were most likely gathering up the courage to leave. Fuck this.
You got up, announcing to them that you'll be leaving, you watched as relief washed over everyone's faces and then they too followed along with their own goodbyes. Leehan simply nodded, but he didn't take his eyes off you, as if he's observing you.
His eyes followed you as you left, thoughts preoccupying his mind.
You reached your home in a frenzy, everything was a blur up until that point, before shutting the door behind you as you could barely contain your panic.
You hopped in the shower scrubbing your skin roughly and wrist roughly as if trying to get rid of Leehan's touch and stare. The burning sensation felt soothing, your fucked up brain reasoning that it hurts because you're finally scrubbed off the ‘filth’
You then changed the water into the cold setting, soothing the heat on your skin, you were able to relax at last.
You tucked yourself to bed after your shower, trying to sleep the worries away as your mind recalled the dialogues for tomorrow.
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His hand was clasped over your mouth preventing any noise from escaping, your mind was hazy, your eyes watered as he thrust into you.
“Fuck, you're so pretty like this.” He cooed in your ear and you could only let out a squeal when you felt his other hand grope your chest.
He withdrew his hand from your mouth, as the drug in your system took effect, your limbs felt like jelly. You managed to let out a small whisper.
“Please Donghyun.”
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You woke up with cold sweat all over your body. What the fuck was that? A fucking nightmare. Why were you recalling it after all these years?
Well maybe because the perpetrator is literally your co-actor. You shook it off, trying to push it back, you can't have this resurfacing again and ruin your acting.
You quickly got off the bed before freshening up before leaving for the set once again today, to continue filming for the drama.
The day went by the same as yesterday, you didn't have to actively avoid Leehan since Soeun was always next to him, basically keeping him preoccupied. Leehan too didn't seem like he minded it that much because he can use some company and sexual favors.
You knew it was common in the industry to have affairs like this, but this just disgusted you to no end. Soeun from what you could tell, was decent but also an opportunist.
You felt like you should warn her.
Do you really want to recall your past with him in detail just to warn her? You wanted to erase it completely and deny it of its existence for your own sanity.
Would she even believe you?
So you decided to try warning her through another method.
You finally found her alone and rushed over to her. “Soeun.. Are you okay?” You question, waiting for her response. “Yup! Why? I've never been better.” She responds, a smile painting her face.
“Everyone… knows about what's going on, I just want to make sure that he isn't forcing you.” You unveil carefully. Soeun raised her eyebrow. “No, why would he force me?” She furrows her brows.
“You know, since he is a famous actor, there's a lot of power complications involved, just be careful okay?” You advice, she just shrugs before nodding. “I guess, thanks for looking out for me.” She replies.
“What are you ladies talking about?” The voice paralyzed you with fear, Leehan walked closer from behind you. You didn't turn to look, not wanting to interact with him at all off-camera.
Your lack of response and movement doesn't go unnoticed by Soeun, she looks at you confused before turning her attention to Leehan. “Oh it's nothing, she said that everyone knows about our relationship and wants us to be careful!” She aired it out, but also covered up about what you actually warned her out. Leehan comes into your view standing beside Soeun, he squinted at you suspiciously, eyeing you down.
“There isn't any relationship between us, we just fuck, I don't think anyone cares enough.” He shrugs it off, wrapping his arm around Soeun. You could tell that she was disappointed with his response but isn't showing, so you just nod.
Just then the stylist calls out for Soeun, she rushes off, leaving you and Leehan alone.
“So… [name]? right? We haven't been interacting off set at all, sorry if you feel left out, but Soeun can be a bit handful.” He sighed, rubbing his temple.
“Uh no worries, I don't feel left out, I've been talking to others here.” You reply quickly. “Now if you'll excuse me—”
“You look familiar.”
His words cut off your sentence, making you freeze up again. Your heart starts beating loudly in your ears.
“It's probably because you might've seen me in small advertisements and roles. I've been in the industry for a bit. But not as significant.” You answer, he seems to not recognize you, after all, it's been years. You pray that he doesn't.
“Ah, that might be it.” He gave you his charming smile again, you wanted to curb stomp his face so badly but you held back due to your own fear.
Before anything escalates further, you guys are called back to set to film.
Interacting with Leehan while he's acting feels safer and you are able to do so because it's almost like you're living in an alternate dimension, you both fully embody the male and female lead characters, so it doesn't make you fear him.
But off set? The reality is too much.
You guys were almost done filming for the day, you just had one more scene to film, a solo one so you stay back on set while Leehan goes back to his vanity van.
Soeun is already waiting for him in there, she doesn't waste time, as soon as he sits down, she's already pouncing on him, unbuckling his pants as she sucks him off.
He just breathes out of order as she sucks him, but his mind reeled back to you. Why did you seem so familiar to him, is it because he's seen you somewhere?
He closes his eyes, trying to remember and then suddenly a flash of vision appears in his memory. A memory of his hand clasped over a woman's mouth. His eyes shoot open immediately, he grabs his phone, thumbs quickly typing and logging onto an email he hasn't used for years to access its drive.
Soeun was confused, but she didn't stop.
That's when he found the sole video uploaded to google drive, about an hour and a half long video, titled ‘favorite ♡’
It's been years since he last touched this video, mainly because he lost track of the woman and didn't bother with it anymore as he got busy career wise and there were plenty of women trying to please him, so he didn't concern himself over the video anymore.
He clicked the video, watching as he watched a close up of his own dick ramming into the woman's cunt, grabbing her breasts as she tries pushing his hands away. The screen then turned blank, it seemed like he had put down his phone down in the video and then picked it up later again, it repeated a few times, Leehan just skipped over majority of the video, trying to catch a glimpse of the woman to no avail, though he felt himself nearing his edge as he recalled the events as he watched the footage by skipping through the segments.
He couldn't forget how her cunt wrapped around his cock, how her breasts felt in his hands, it was the one and only time he had ever kept a memorabilia of a woman he fucked.
No wonder he was so stuck up about her back then. He was fucking obsessed with her. Even just imagining it now was sending him over the edge.
He reaches the final minute and a half of the video, where he just filmed the state of her body. He started from the bottom, showing how his cum dripped down her cunt as she gasped for air. Hickies and bites all over her breasts. And finally her face.
Leehan's eyes widened the minute her face came into the frame.
There was no mistaking who it was.
It was you.
Maybe it was the way your eyes were hazy as you looked up into the camera all while he caressed your face gently and pressed his thumb against your lips or it was the sight of your eyes glossy with tears, your lips swollen from when he kissed you and ruined you, whichever it was, Leehan came hard.
He choked out a moan at the sight of your face before finishing down Soeun's throat.
He gripped his phone tightly, shutting his eyes as your face was now burned into his vision permanently. He panted heavily, never having experienced such an orgasm for a while.
He pulled Soeun off him, cleaning himself up and dismissing her with a wave of his hand. She was confused but Leehan behaving cold after sexual favors isn't new to her. So she too cleaned herself and left his van.
Leehan stayed there for a while, gazing at his phone.
He remembered now.
No wonder you looked so familiar.
He didn't recognize you because your appearance was completely different from back then. Different hair style, different fashion style, very different from how nerdy you were back in college.
You were the person he was obsessed with for a short while, before you disappeared of course.
How could he ever forget? The one thing he wanted so badly for the first time in his life was you, yet you slipped away, and he forgot because of his very own busy schedules.
He chuckled remembering those times, did you remember him? Probably. How would you ever forget it? He probably traumatized you.
He bit his lip, holding back his smile, thanking the universe for bringing you right back to him.
You were just pretending all along, that you didn't recognize him, there's no way you'd forget, now your avoidant behavior around him made sense. You were scared of him.
It sent a sense of thrill up his spine.
Leehan exited his vanity van with his things, he caught the sight of you coming out of your van as well. You froze when you saw him, he noticed it this time, and then you pretended to behave as normal as possible, passing by him.
He only stared at you before following behind you, staring at the way your hips swayed side to side as you walked. If he could pin you to the ground and fuck you right then and there, he would. But he told himself to be patient, put on a facade.
So he walked up to you normally, greeted you with fake enthusiasm as you tried your best to contain your fear.
“Going home alone?” He asks you and you just nod in response. “Want me to drop you off?” He asks again, you shake your head a no. You were afraid of speaking, wondering if your tone will give away your fear.
“Oh come on.” He grabbed your wrist, dragging you to where his manager and driver were waiting for him in the car.
“We'll be dropping her off first.” He explained in a short words before pushing you into the backseat. You couldn't resist, you were scared to do so. You just complied and sat quietly as Leehan got in behind you, sitting next to you as the manager sat in the front seat.
You were trapped with him, it felt so claustrophobic. The presence of two other people didn't help due to the sheer fact that they're both pawns of Leehan at the end of day.
“Where do you live?” He questioned, you really didn't want to reveal your address but you were already in his car. You tell him the address and you're taken to your run down rental apartment place.
You could see his disgusted look at the state of the apartment complex as you guys pulled up.
You get out of the car immediately when you reach, thanking him as you bow deeply and leave as quickly as possible.
Leehan eyes you down as you walk away, his phone rings with a text from Soeun. “Can we talk? You promised me the role of the female lead if I obeyed, but the shooting for episode two has also concluded, they will start airing the show in two weeks.” He scoffed at her audacity.
He stared at his phone as the driver drove out of your apartment complex.
He did promise Soeun the offer for the female lead by kicking you off the role since it was his dad's company that was producing this drama so it was quite easy but he didn't want to do that anymore.
He never really had the intention of doing so in the first place, actually. He just lied to get her to sleep with him and he couldn't believe how fast she immediately folded.
Power is definitely a great thing.
He just left her on read.
The shoot continued normally the next few days, Soeun grew irritably worried as time passed by. Leehan was acting extremely friendly towards you. It bothered both you and her but for different reasons entirely.
You were currently taking a break in your van right now, resting as you scrolled through your phone when the door opened. You expected it to be staff and didn't pay much mind until your worst nightmare stepped in.
Leehan.
You immediately shot up from your seat, body on full alert. “We're going drinking after the shoot, want to tag along?” He asked and you shook your head. “No.” You vocalised it this time.
“Come on~ have some fun you know? You're always so uptight and extremely professional.” He drew out. “I don't want to. I'm sorry.” You were firm this time.
“Why not—”
“I said I don't fucking want to. Leave me alone.” You asserted, anger getting the best of you. Leehan was taken aback, didn't expect you to be this fiesty. But he smirked, he knew the reason why.
He put his hands up in surrender.
“I understand, no need to bite, okay? I guess you don't have a good drinking experience.” He sighed before leaving, it felt like he was mocking you right in your face, he was, but you still believed that he didn't recognize you at all.
You collapsed into your seat again, head in between your hands as you shut your eyes, forcing your brain to stop recalling memories. You felt powerless, Leehan existing was already a big trigger and on top of that he pulls shit like this.
You went home.
You did in fact not have a great drinking experience in the past.
All because of him.
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The third year of your college began with you learning the fact that Leehan seemed interested in you. You couldn't wrap your head around as to why, but you shrug it off, dismissing it as a rumour. Your friends are probably playing a prank on you.
After all, he was a talented actor who debuted at a young age, many girls on the campus were already his fans, he's also smart considering how he's managing education and acting at the same time. Besides, you weren't interested in him anyway. But you wished you could also do that, going to college while acting, but your parents forced you into a stem major for ‘stability’, dropping out has always been on your mind since freshman year.
You finalized that decision during one night, to drop out of college for good and pursue acting. Already having submitted the withdrawal request. You felt sorry but you didn't want to stay stuck anymore.
That night, your friends invited you to one last party, you haven't told them yet, and you didn't plan on telling them either, you just wanted to disappear and start a brand new life.
You stood there at the bar ordering drinks, planning to drink to your heart's content. Leehan all of a sudden came up and struck up a conversation. You didn't know why he was showing interest in you but he was. You were too engaged in your thoughts to see Leehan slip some sort of powder into a drink and switch the drinks, pushing the spiked one to your side.
You didn't notice and drank it.
It didn't take long before things escalated, you were feeling dizzy as your body swayed, Leehan pushed you on the bed of an empty room, hovering on top of you as he undid your clothes, you tried to push his hands away but you couldn't. The only option was to call out for help but he blocked it too by putting his hand over your mouth.
You watched him pull out his phone and began recording. It didn't take long before your brain lost all rational thought when you felt him push inside you, his dick stretching your walls. Your moan was muffled by his hand as he groped your chest. “Fuck, you're so pretty like this.” He whispered against your ear as your limbs turned into jelly due to the drug that was flowing in your system.
"Please Donghyun.” You let out a small croak when he withdrew his hand. Please what? Stop? Continue? What were you asking him? You didn't know anymore, and for some reason you were scared of the answer and the outcome of both the situations.
But you could only let out phallic noises as he thrusted into you, grabbed you everywhere, as he kissed you and left bites and hickies everywhere.
“Been wanting to fuck you like this, I wanted you so fucking badly.” He confessed, his thrusts hitting the right spot.
The night stretched out long with you in Leehan's hands as he fucked and filmed you. You didn't know how many times you've cum, the drug in your system seemed to have elevated the pleasure even more. By the end, you were fucked completely out of your mind.
You left immediately the next morning you woke up, wanting to disappear. You felt disgusted, by everything, by yourself.
The dread in your chest weighed heavily, bestowing a sense of shame upon your body as you recalled the last night's events, your body had betrayed you back then, a stark contrast from your mind that was currently rational, which spoke the uncomfortable truth. You didn't waste any time to leave.
You reconsidered your choice of becoming an actress in case you ever have to come across Leehan again since you'll be in the same field, but it was already too late, so you didn't look back. Besides, there is no way you'll ever be casted along with him right?
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What you feared then, had come true now, granted it took years, but just when you were beginning to feel safe, it was shattered. You didn't want him to drug you up again to fuck you. It should be fine as long as you don't stick around him, but it's extremely difficult since he's practically circling around you most of the time for the past few days, so you bet on his memory, hoping that he hasn't recognized you.
But what would happen even if he did? It's not like he'll be interested or obsessed with you again, but it didn't matter, you just didn't want that.
Since the next episode was being filmed overseas, you packed all your essential luggage, the stay is going to be for a week, and right after the fifth episode is filmed, the first episode will premiere. You couldn't wait to see the audience's reactions, you were very nervous, hoping everything would turn out well.
The crew and the cast had made it to the location safely, you were allotted your respective hotel rooms, having to share one room with two people due to the sheer amount of people present.
You hoped yours could be one of the staff or one of the side actors, since rooming with Soeun would be weird due to what's been going on.
What you didn't expect was for Leehan to be your roommate.
But why would he even be told to room with someone? He's always got vip treatment, you expected him to have a separate room on his own, so you were baffled with the revelation that he's sharing a room. Though you felt more unsafe than shocked after the realisation set in.
But five days have passed by since then, sharing a room with him, yet Leehan hasn't made any move. He was oddly very respectful, for the first time since the filming started; you had genuine conversations with him, and… truthfully speaking, he felt nice to talk to normally.
Have you been way too paranoid to realise that?
Your experience with him wasn't great if we're putting it lightly, but the past few days also made you realise that you've never actually properly talked to Leehan, not back then, not even recently. You were too busy putting up walls for justifiable reasons.
Aside from his behavior towards Soeun during the initial days, he hadn't really done anything to harm you. Although he is an extremely pushy person and always wants to get his way, he did nothing to harm you.
Did you judge him wrongly?
Then again, he spiked your drink to fuck you back in college.
Maybe he changed? It has been years after all, people don't stay the same and actually learn from their past mistakes, right?
You felt conflicted.
On top of that, he probably doesn't even recognize you— is what you think.
Your gut screamed at you not to trust him or believe him, but you decided to ignore it for the first time in your life, having convinced yourself that Leehan changed because of his behavior.
But you forgot one thing.
Leehan is a great actor.
You shouldn't have ever ignored your gut.
Spots appeared in your vision as you clawed at the hands wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air. You struggled beneath him, kicking off the blanket from the bed as he lingered over you.
Tears welled up in your tears as you coughed, begging him to let go, and when he does, the air almost knocks you out, your lungs burning from the painful sensation of oxygen filling it rapidly.
It was the last night before you all had to go back, the crew went out on a late night cruise to celebrate, but you stayed back just wanting to relax before the return flight tomorrow and you swore Leehan had left with them too.
So what was he doing here?
You're snapped out of your thoughts as he grabs the hem of your pajama top, trying to pull it off you, but you force your hands down, making sure it doesn't come off. He glares at you before his hands rip at the fabric, tearing it off you. You were bare underneath, no bra.
He hovers over you after he throws the fabric away, his hair strands falling forward as he looks down at you. You try to push him off but halt when you look up at him.
It wasn't clearly visible in the dark, but through the moonlight's reflection from your window, you caught what seemed to be tears. Was he crying? Why?
He plopped down on top of you, nose buried in the crook of your neck while he inhaled your scent. He didn't understand why he felt emotional himself, perhaps seeing you up from that angle once again stirred something in his gut.
This idiot was in love with you.
Something he thought he was incapable of feeling.
“I love you.” He whispered and you froze.
Love?
“I love you so fucking much.” He mumbled against your collarbone, his lips softly pressing against it. Leehan didn't know what was happening to him. This wasn't what he planned, he wanted to get you back in his arms again through any means, not be vulnerable himself and confess his love.
But something about the look you gave him sent him over the edge, the feelings he thought he had suppressed and left behind came back rushing over him.
For as long as Leehan could remember, he felt empty, bored and wasn't interested in anything. He had his life handed to him on a golden platter, his education, career, everything was just given to him without having to earn for it, hell, even his retirement plan is set for him. It was a very boring life for him mentally, but he did his best to enjoy it.
Until he saw you during college.
You piqued his interest because of the way you behaved, he remembers bumping into you, knocking over your lunch tray and ruining your clothes, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him back then.
Absolute disgust.
As if he was a pesky insect.
An inconvenience to humankind.
No one ever looked at him like that before.
Normally people would hide it when they realised it was him, but you didn't, expressing clear dissatisfaction with him.
It made his cock twitch in his pants.
And so he gathered more information on you through mutual friends, learning about the struggles you've faced and how you've overcome them.
He truly admired you.
Out of everyone in the campus, you were the only one that didn't look at him like you wanted something from him, you had no interest at all, he could tell you didn't dislike him but rather you just had no interest at all. He finally found a human being that wasn't after to use him.
He became more obsessed, keeping tabs on you during college, becoming a creepy stalker wasn't something he'd catch himself becoming for a random person, yet here he was. That obsession churned in his gut, slowly blossoming into love, driving him crazy.
He couldn't contain it anymore, especially when he saw you at the party, he didn't want to resort to this lowly method of drugging you but it didn't matter anymore because his brain only focused on having you.
And so he did exactly that.
The night was everything he could ask for, he disregarded your perspective on it because it doesn't concern him, you belong to him after all. But when he woke up the next morning, you were nowhere to be seen, and after that he never heard from you or saw you ever again. Your friends told him you had dropped out and that was the last bit of information he had on you.
After that, his life got busy, the feeling of emptiness returned, though he stuffed it with other things; it would never be the same. He gradually forgot about you, your name, your face due to his busy life, meeting so many people tends to do that.
Yet now, here you were, back again, underneath him and it felt like he was back in college all over again, He felt pathetic.
He lifted his face, just enough to have it lingering over yours. His gaze softened before it darted to your lips, without giving you any chance to respond, he pressed his lips against yours, devouring them as he licked your bottom lip.
His hands followed behind, lowering down onto your abdomen into your pants before disappearing in between your thighs, fingers lifted the waist band of your panties before his finger pads pressed against the heated bead.
You gasped in response, which gave him an opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, pressing his tepid tongue against yours as he kissed you with intent.
You couldn't figure out how to react, this was wrong, yet he confused you, you've never seen him in such a vulnerable state before, you couldn't even imagine it due to how his personality typically is.
The sensation of Leehan shoving his finger inside your gummy walls pulled you out of your thoughts, he pushed his middle finger first as he stretched you out and then added another.
You whined against his mouth as you gripped the sheets below tightly while he moved his fingers in and out rhythmically. He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes gazing down to your exposed breasts, his tongue swiped across his own lips as he swallowed nothing, just staring at your breasts while his fingers moved.
He hesitated but licked your hardening bud, his tongue swiping across your nipple before he twirling around it, he played like that for a while with both of your breasts, giving them the same attention while teasing. Your wet nipples listened deliciously due to the moonlight, he couldn't hold back anymore and dove straight in, wrapping his hot mouth around your areola as he sucked your tit.
He groaned in satisfaction, his finger caressed your sensitive spot causing you to jolt when he pressed up against it. He let go of your tit to suckle on the other.
You placed your hands on his shoulders, attempting to push him but he didn't budge. He instead bit down on your nipple which made you stop due to the sharp pain.
He released his mouth off your breast with an audible ‘pop’ as he straightened himself, pulling his fingers out from your hole before he licked them.
He leaned back onto his knees, taking off your pajama pants and his own clothes before placing one leg on his shoulder while he pushed the other one sideways to give him an opening.
“So pretty.” He commented from above as he stared at your form, hair arranged like a halo on the pillow as you stared up at him, completely naked and vulnerable. You gripped his shoulders as you lifted yourself slightly, trying to snap him back into his senses if he had any or just push him away.
But he pushed you back into the mattress, his hand firmly pressing down on your shoulder, he held you there for a minute or two while you calmed down. He positioned himself near your entrance, eyeing the gushing hole.
“Look at you leaking and dripping. You should drop the resistance act, you are fooling no one.” He mutters cruelly before pushing himself in.
Your walls flutter and contract as he pushes himself in, trying to adjust and make way for his cock. He whines, taking in a sharp breath as he fully sheathes himself in your cunt. He stares at the point you're both connected deep in thought.
The constant emptiness that plagued him was long gone, he felt fulfilled.
And so, he began to move, sliding himself in and out slowly, you could feel him, each and every ridge and vein as if your walls were trying to etch this moment in your brain permanently.
He spread your legs wider as he grabbed your ankles, pushing your legs apart using them as leverage, in a way that made your thighs and hip ache. Your hands meekly rested against his abdomen, knowing that he won't be budging at all.
He tightened his grip on your ankles as he bobbed his hip in and out of your hole, head thrown back as feels your cunt clench around him. He lets go of one leg, causing it to fall to the side, then he leans down to press kisses against your neck. He sucks on your flesh, front teeth nibbling on the skin underneath.
You instinctively extend your head upwards, giving him space. He frees the skin from his mouth and moves back, admiring the mark he left on you.
The mark blooms and sends an aching sensation up your neck, the tiny blood vessels rupturing just beneath the surface of the skin allowing the blood to accumulate in the area, forming a hickey.
He leans down again, mind reeling as he leaves more hickies down your neck and on your breasts, yet not once stopping the rhythm of his hips.
You felt your mind melting away slowly due to his touch, tears pooled in your eyes as your body ached but the ache started to subside slowly but surely as the pleasure creeped up behind it from beneath. You felt a sense of shame wash over you but your brain immediately shut it down, focusing on the heat of the intense moment instead of anything else.
Just like it did years ago.
Leehan all of a sudden grabbed you by your waist, holding you tightly before he flipped you around, your face was now pushed into the pillow as you steadied yourself on your knees. It felt humiliating the way he just spun you around on his cock like you were some meat on a skewer.
You gripped the pillow tightly as Leehan balanced himself on his knees and now rammed into you from behind. He pushed your face further into the pillow, smushing it and not allowing the air to pass through.
You struggled against his hold, pushing your hips back to pull yourself up and breathe but it only caused his cock to drill into you further, his tip hitting your cervix which made you lose balance and collapse into the pillow again.
You were seeing spots in your vision again from the lack of air and just then Leehan pulls your face up, his fingers gripping your hair tightly as he yanks your face up, you gasp loudly, taking in quick breaths.
He doesn't stop there, yanking you completely up by your hair, pushing you against him as he moves inside you. His chest was pressed up against your back, ass against his hips while the hand that was once gripping your hair now slipped forwards, reaching for your throat from the front, he twisted your head to face him and then kissed you once again.
His other hand wrapped around your abdomen and held you tightly as he continuously drove into you.
The hotel room filled with obscene sounds of skin slapping and rubbing against one another as well moans and grunts from both you and Leehan. Your thighs ached, threatening to collapse even though he was holding you, so you leaned into him for more balance.
The hand that was wrapped around your abdomen slowly slipped downwards in between your legs, dipping into your slit as he rubbed your clit in a calculated manner. The stimulation and his thrusting combined sent chills up your spine, making you moan loudly into his mouth.
He broke the kiss, holding you tightly as he sped up the pace of his fingers rubbing your clit, you grabbed onto his arms tightly, feeling intense pleasure creep up in your abdomen.
Leehan dipped his head onto your neck, kissing your flesh, his hand that was wrapped around your throat moved down to grope your tits, squeezing the flesh as he pulled and pinched your nipples.
The tip of his cock rubbed against the sensitive spot inside your walls constantly, pushing and pressing against it while his hand stimulated your bundle of nerves at the same time.
You gripped his arm, nails digging into his forearm as you gasped, the sensation of pleasure pooling in your lower abdomen. He seemed to have noticed it and sped up his hand.
You threw your head back against his shoulder as the pleasure blossomed across your body, eyes shut closed as you let out the most filthiest moan of his name, thighs convulsing as you finished hard. Your chest heaved up and down as the remnants of your high bloomed across your body unevenly.
Your cunt clenched around him tightly which made him whine, the noise stuck in his throat as his thrusts now turned sloppy.
His hips stuttered as he came inside you, the noise ripping out of his throat when he felt you contract around him once again. Hot white ropes of his semen coated your insides, he rode out his orgasm slowly, his cum leaked out down your thighs. There was so much of it to the point you could feel it.
He pulled out of you, watching as the droplets stained the sheets.
The high fades and soon reality hits you, Leehan still hasn't let go of you yet, he pulls you down with him, collapsing on the sheets as he nuzzles into you, embracing you tightly. Meanwhile you freeze up in the shock of the aftermath.
“Don't try to leave like that again.” You hear him say, his lips brushing against your ears. “You belong to me now, completely and forever.” He presses a kiss before holding you against his body even tighter.
You were trapped.
Everything had changed since that night, whether you agreed to it or not didn't matter as Leehan considered you his girlfriend, making the relationship known to the entire crew and production. Soeun was kicked off from the drama, which resulted in you refilming some scenes.
The premiere was delayed by a week due to Soeun being kicked off, the articles all stated the reason being that she behaved unprofessionally with Leehan even though he had ‘turned her down’ you wanted to scoff, a blatant lie, but that was the narrative they spun, and the public believed it.
You could only watch in horror as her career got completely destroyed, which further instilled deep rooted fear of Leehan's power into your gut. That could be you too if you disobey Leehan.
The show had been an instant success as it premiered, you gained many followers on your account, the unfamiliar taste of success lingered in your mouth. It felt nice to be finally acknowledged as an actress, like you'd finally made it, already getting more opportunities for big roles.
The filming progressed as the drama aired simultaneously, and once the filming concluded, articles revealed your and Leehan's relationship to the public after strategically studying the response of the fans of the show. They wanted you to get together in real life too, and so it was the perfect time to release it.
You couldn't believe the uproar it had caused, although some of it was negative, most of it was drowned out by the positive reactions. Brand deals, greater opportunities all started flowing in. All because of Leehan. It felt surreal, and you almost felt indebted to Leehan.
The articles spun your relationship into a cute little fairytale. Painting you as Leehan's first love who he met in college and lost contact with because you dropped out to pursue acting only for fate to bring you back to him, omitting out the part where he drugged you to have sex with you obviously, and how you both reconciled during the filming and ‘fell in love’ when it was far from the truth.
You did not know how to feel, on one hand, the attention was nice, the success was delicious but on the other hand, you were bothered by it, this could all be taken away just as fast in the snap of his finger.
You tried to break up with him, but every time you did, it would almost always end up in two conclusions, blackmail or you getting fucked to good that your brain forgets everything.
Eventually you gave up, and put on the persona everyone wanted to see. The talented actress, Leehan's perfect girlfriend. It was always easier to hide the truth than confront it.
You couldn't return back to the old life anymore, Leehan made sure to wiggle himself into each and every aspect of your life, making him the center of your world. If you tried to change that, everything would collapse.
So you stayed.
But still, a small amount of hope lingered nonetheless, that he would get bored of you and leave, but he didn't.
And so, time flew by fast, your position was cemented in the industry, the life you'd always wanted, but you couldn't enjoy it to the fullest since it wasn't the way you hoped would happen.
And then the flickering flame of any amount of hope you had left was finally extinguished as you stared at your newborn daughter in your husband's, Leehan's, arms while he pressed small kisses on her forehead. He looked up at you, giving you a small kiss on your forehead as well.
“You did well.” He cooed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into a hug. “Isn't our baby the cutest?” He asked, his eyes lit up as he gazed at your baby.
Right, this is your life now.
He was your everything.
There was never any escape from the moment you got entangled with him.
Warnings: MDNI, DD:DNE, Smut, Kidnapped!Reader, Essentially Stockholm Syndrome, Murder Mention, Dead Animals, Generally Just Fucked Up, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Soft Sex, Gore Mention
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Summary: You came to love the man who holds you captive as he seeks to protect you from a worse fate
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You'd be surprised the things you can get used to…. The smell that lingers in your shared home, bones from various critters dangling from strings as decor. He’s like a cat whenever he drags something home from the side of the road, so adorably proud of himself as he uses his trusty knife to cut off whatever pieces can be kept. You don't flinch anymore when he pulls it out, you don't recoil when he holds out an animals severed foot, nor do you shy away from his touch and kisses. He keeps you safe from his brothers and their activities and in return you give him the love he never properly got, you don't treat him like a freak or like he doesn't even exist.
“Pretty girl.”
He coos softly into your ear as he lays you down on his bed, the springs squeaking beneath you two. He hasn't even showered yet - not that it matters much, it seems the stench of death is a part of him now, just as much as it's a part of his brother's. Just because he doesn't do the killing doesn't make him any less guilty, luring people to a dead town to become part of some sick display. In spite of this you touch him back, hold onto him tight as your only anchor, the way he seems to worship you - peeling off your clothes as well as his own, everything landing on the floor that once was dirty - but since you've been here things are much nicer. He's thankful for it - thankful for you.
“My sweet lil buttercup… Best thing I ever picked up off the side of that ol’ road.”
He presses kisses to the side of your neck, fingers delicately tracing over your torso, pulling back to admire you as he settles between your spread thighs. Sometimes you can feel it in his gaze, the way he looks at you as if imagining the bones beneath your skin, thinking about how beautiful your insides must be to match how beautiful you are outside. Slowly he slips himself inside of you, the roll of his hips nice and steady, leaning down to touch his forehead to yours, sex with him feeling like making love rather than brutal fucking. He moans softly the whole time, never shutting his mouth about how pretty you are for even a moment, the slick slide of his cock in and out of your pussy having him drunk off the feeling instantly, every soft breathy sound you make causes him to almost cum - he hangs in there just so he can make you feel good. He goes until you both burst, fingers digging into the sheets as he buried himself deep inside. When he pulls out a bit of his sticky spend mixed with your juices drips out, his fingers dipping down to push it back in.
“Atta girl…”
He praises as he slowly fingers your cunt, mesmerized by the way you squirm and clench. He'll never get tired of playing with your pussy, only stopping when you whine his name, fingers retracting from your overstimulated hole.
“Lester…”
He meets your gaze and licks the mess from his fingers, despite the lewd gesture he looks at you with softness - admiration… But also fear. Fear that someone or something could take you away from him.
“Y’know I love you, right? I ain't gonna let nothin’ bad happen to you…”
