a/n: forgot about this draft lol anyways happy kinktober ;P and fansite pics are from Tiny Confection!
There was something perfect about right now. Only a receptionist and some nursing assistants, maybe another doctor in the clinic. Sungchan was referred to you by your previous gynecologist, she mentioned how thoughtful and serious he was about his patients, always going above and beyond to ensure their treatments.
Sungchan was a professional and most importantly: a gentleman. He always gave space to his patients, some were skeptical of male gynecologists, others walked out on him. Seeing the patients who returned to his care always relaxed his shoulders. He made sure to stay patient with them, always doing procedures swiftly and painlessly. The last thing he wanted was a bad reputation.
And those good reviews handed over the best gift for him: you.
Shy and timid as Sungchan internally doted on you. You were flushed red as you were sitting in the paper gown before laying back and resting your legs in the stirrups.
Sungchan almost gasped as he saw you, feeling his pants already begin to tighten as he sat in front of your exposed pussy. Pretty lips that were already shiny, the cutest clit poking out of your hood. Everything about you was screaming for him.
“First, we should check your temperature.”
Sungchan snapped his gloves on, “I hope you don’t mind me checking the old fashioned way.”
“Through my?” You squeaked out.
“It’s typically more accurate, your mouth can be exposed to so many things that change it’s temperature. Same with your underarm.”
“O-oh.”
You heard the click of a bottle open and close before feeling two thick fingers begin prodding around your vagina. Sungchan was sliding the lube around, grazing your clit before sinking his gloved fingers into your pussy. His fingers stayed put before pressing deeper, curling around to feel as much of your pussy was he could. Your legs shook, thighs trying to close in as he continued stimulating you in the best way.
He pressed further, thumb pressing against your clit as your walls clenched around him, a small yelp escaping your throat.
“Does this hurt?”
His voice was stern, if you said yes Sungchan would be upset, playing with you has been so fun.
“No, it just felt weird. Not weird, but, different, you know?”
You were squeezing your eyes shut, cringing at yourself.
“You know, this isn’t quite enough.”
You heard a light zipper noise.
“You know, the penis is a great thermometer replacement.”
“Huh?”
You felt something prod at your pussy as Sungchan pulled your gown off of you. You were completely exposed as you saw him sink his dick further inside you. Bottoming out, Sungchan groaned, grabbing onto your hips to keep you flushed against him.
You were dizzy with lust, eyes focusing and unfocusing as you tried looking at him. Sungchan was still fully dressed, his zipper down and his cock deep inside you.
Letting you adjust to his size as Sungchan was pretending to get a reading.
“Not quite there yet.”
His hips continued slapping against yours, his eyes watched your breasts bounce against his thrusting. His fingers moving lower to play with your clit, seeing it poke out it’s hood even farther now.
“Dr. Jung!” You yelp, “Is this normal?”
“Of course, it’s unconventional, but I’m still getting your temperature.”
Your legs twitched with every rub Sungchan made, feeling yourself grow closer and closer to cumming.
“Doctor,” You gasped, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Good,” He groaned, feeling himself grow close, “it’ll help me get that temp.”
Your legs froze, stomach tightening as your walls clenched and fluttered around Sungchan’s dick. Sungchan quickly pulled out, stroking himself before cumming on your vulva. He tucked himself back in.
“Now, your temperature is average.”
He sat down, leaning into your pussy, his gloved thumbs spreads your folds open as he looks around at your stretched out you are.
“Looks normal, I don’t see anything that would cause alarm.”
Looking up at you, “Have you had your mammogram, yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“Here.”
He leaned in to feel your breasts. Your back began to arch, still sensitive and so needy for his warm hands. His fingers tweak your nipples, laying his hands flat across your breasts and squeezing around their perimeters.
“They feel normal, no signs of lumps or abnormalities.”
“Dr. Jung.” You whined, feeling cold when his hands left your body.
“I’m still a little worried about your vaginal health, do you mind if I take another look?”
You nodded, “Go ahead.”
He grabbed a stool, sitting eye level with your pussy, still covered in his cum, and he leaned in. Looking around your folds and stretching your entrance open to peak inside.
“In case of anything weird, do you mind if I taste you?”
“Taste?” You squeaked out.
“Sometimes things can go undetected because we rely on sight only, if I taste you I can detect if something is off.”
“A-alright.”
“Can I get your full consent?”
“You can taste me, Dr. Jung.”
“Thank you, y/n.”
He leaned in, almost teasing you with how long he takes to lick your folds. Feeling his warm tongue flick upwards, your legs try to close around his head. He grabs your thighs and stretches them apart, leaning further in to lap at you.
“You taste really good.” He compliments.
“Ah— thank you, Dr. Jung.”
You feel your hips rock upwards towards his face, his lips kiss and suck your arousal out of your entrance before he moves upwards to flick his tongue along your clit.
“Doctor!” you gasped.
“Are you close?”
“Yes, yes.”
You could feel your walls close around nothing, his tongue still lapping at your core as your high comes and crashes over you. Your muscles ache, panting and feeling fully spent.
You watch him pull away, grabbing a tissue to wipe your cum off of his lips and chin. He pulled his gloves off, disposing them into the trash bin.
“Everything seems perfect, nothing to worry about. Since this is your first time visiting us I would suggest another visit in six months, then a yearly exam.”
Your head was still spinning, lightly nodding to his words.
“I’ll put in the info for your next exam, we’ll send you a confirmation email.”
Warning: smut! noncon, outside sex, unspecified age gap, reader gets infantilized by like everyone, slapping, degradation, reader crying, historical/fairytale setting, reader is an implied virgin, mentions of food
Wc: 3.7k
A/n: i have not abandoned your requests!! im just busy :( but im getting back into writing so heres something before a story update :]
All of yesterday was spent baking a preparing for your travel to your grandmother’s house. Your kitchen still smelled like baked goods and fruit jams, flour still spread on your counters and bits of dried pie crust were mashed into a ball. Your grandmother was growing more frail, something she tried denying more and more, so your parents wanted you to live with her for some time. Helping her around and keeping her company.
Now awake, you were dressing as quickly as you could. You were in charge of taking care of her now that you were an adult. To prove to yourself and your parents, you wanted to be as punctual and helpful as possible. For the longest time you were the youngest child in your village, making you babied and looked after for far too long. You finally had a chance to prove yourself.
As your parents were spending more time in the market, working extra hard to make money, you were instructed to travel and care for your grandma. As you prepared for your travels, you made sure to pack all of the baked goods you made for her.
Cherry turnovers, strawberry jam cookies, simple sugar cookies, flakey pastries. You made all of your grandmother’s favorites. Something to cheer her up as she was being cared for. You cheerfully packed your basket up with the treats, packing yourself a lunch alongside the sweets. You couldn’t remember how long the travel was, so you wanted to prepare for the worst.
You made sure to check the letters she sent you, talking about the various treats and desserts she’d been making to ensure you were bringing only the best for her.
After checking everything, you fixed up your dress, adjusting the skirts and tying the stays a little tighter, making sure everything was perfect before heading to your grandmother’s house. You made sure to grab your cloak, a simple red wool cloak she made for you that would keep you warm during these cooler days.
Walking out, you locked your front door. Turning around, you made sure everything was in place before walking away and towards the forest. This was the way your parents went to your grandmother’s, it was too long to ride along the side of the forest, far easier to ride through.
“Y/n! You’re off already?”
“Yes, ma’am!” You said cheerfully.
Your neighbor walked up to you, hugging you.
“Give your grandma a hello from me.”
“Will do.”
You began walking further, waving and saying good morning and goodbye to those passing by.
“My sweet babe, you need to be careful in those woods.”
The baker’s wife was warning you of strangers and creatures that walked through those woods.
“I promise I will.” You smiled at her.
“I’m serious, it’s far safer to walk around.”
“I know the way, my papa always goes that way.”
She shook her head, “You stubborn folk. Be safe, for me.”
You nodded, seeing her hands move up to fix your cloak. She tied it a little neater before patting your shoulder to go on your way. Walking away, you got closer to the dirt path entering the forest.
You looked around, seeing the beautiful greenery around you. You couldn’t see any creatures or critters but you enjoyed the smell of the trees. It was thick and strong, you were sure the smell would linger on your clothing. The scent of wood and earth reminded you of your younger years, playing in the forest clearings and looking for plants or animals.
The further you walked, the more fauna you saw. Seeing a few bunnies hop around and squirrels race around trees. You underestimated how long you could get before getting tired. Your boots were soft and easy on your feet but exhaustion got to you regardless. You were surprised at how fast a cart could drive through the forest compared to your feet.
You continued walking, looking around for any clearing in the woods but you were met with more thick trees. Bushes and tall grass surrounded the tall trees that made the forest so shady. After some walking, you finally found a clearing in the forest. Sitting beside some large rocks, relaxing your legs and aching feet as you looked through your basket. You grabbed at your lunch, eating to energize yourself for the rest of your journey. You only ate half, worried you’d need another snack for energy later.
You slowly set your feet onto the earth, feeling your feet grow tender as you continued walking. You were enjoying the views given to you. You saw some birds fly by, high up by the treetops. Looking around, there were a few deer running by, deeper in the thick of the woods.
As you were setting your things back into the basket, you heard something crunch. You snapped up, looking for anyone walking by. You turned your head, looking around the bushes and pathway. Not seeing anyone, you resumed packing and got ready to walk more.
Now well rested, you continued on.
The farther in you walked, going through some bushes and moving out of the way of carts, you walked through some forks in the road. You did your best to remember which way your father drove when traveling to grandma’s, feeling rather confident in your path towards her house.
The further into the forest you walked, the more animals you saw run around. Before you were lucky to see a squirrel but now you were seeing foxes race through bushes and a herd of deers run in front of you, making you fall backwards.
As the forest grew more shaded, your confidence wavered. You weren’t entirely sure you remembered the way your father drove the cart towards your grandmother’s house. But you were this far in, no turning back now. Even if you tried, you’d probably just confuse yourself more.
As you traveled more and more, you felt eyes watch you. Something staring at you and only you. There were very few people traveling this far in, none on foot, either. All of the carts were squeaky and drove past you. Any person wasn’t walking in your direction, you’ve looked back enough times to prove that. You could only comprehend this feeling as an animal watching you. Something like a fox, you assume.
As you traveled through the forest you found yourself walking beside a man. You hadn’t seen him there earlier, the sight of his tall stature made you jump back.
“Scared, are ya?”
You shook your head.
“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t see you.”
“Daydreaming, huh?”
“Ah,” You meant to say something but you must have been daydreaming if you didn’t see him so obviously next to you.
“I must’ve been.”
“What’s your name?”
You paused for a moment, worried about what your neighbors said.
“Y/n.”
If he’s been here this long then he shouldn’t be any harm.
“I’m Eunseok.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Mister Eunseok.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Miss y/n.”
There was a slight pause before Eunseok chuckled,
“Aren’t you a little young to be walking through these woods?”
“Young? I’m not that young, sir.”
“Sure you are,”
His words made you irritated. Something about his tone and carelessness of speaking.
“I’ve never seen you around these parts. Where are you even going?”
“To my grandmother’s.” You were almost snapping at him, your irritation being more than obvious.
“‘To your grandmother’s’, are you sure you’re on the right path?”
“Yes, I’m on the right path.”
“Mind your tongue, girl.”
“Mind my tongue? You’re the one who started the conversation and the one saying I’m a child.”
“I said you were young not a child, but it seems to be that you’re a touch childish.”
You were growing more and more angry with him, doing your best to bite your tongue back. Your parents raised you to act proper and speak politely, would that still count if someone was talking and acting disrespectfully?
“You know this isn’t the way, right?”
He slowly began laughing.
“And how would you know the way to my grandmother?”
“You’re grandma lives by the oak trees, right?”
“Yes.” You answered, looking over at him.
“This isn’t the way.”
“Well it must be my way to get there, then.”
“Quite the attitude, little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl.” You stated.
“You’re sure dressed like one.”
You rolled your eyes, walking a little faster, “This is how everyone dresses.”
“How big and mighty to walk away from me.”
You continued on, catching in the corner of your eye that he was still back there. You walked on, brows still furrowed in anger as you stomped away from Eunseok. You walked and walked, far away from where he last stood but you still felt someone watching you. A suspicious feeling that something was sneaking around, you didn’t hear or see anything but that nervous sensation continued cementing in your gut.
You were quietly walking along, only hearing your footsteps before you came across another fork in the road. It was far darker here: dark green trees surrounding the dirt road, thick hedges and bushes covering their stumps and making the grass look even taller than before. You looked up, seeing the bright blue sky peak through the dark leaves. It was still daytime, probably around noon, but it looked like sunset with how the trees shaded the road.
You looked around, seeing if there was any sign of where each road led. You stood in the middle, huffing as you mentally admitted you were lost. You couldn’t remember which road your father took, you couldn’t remember if this was the right road at all. All you knew was that you ran the only guide you had away, opting self-righteousness and being alone over humiliation with a guide.
“Still know where you’re going?”
Eunseok’s voice popped back up, you turned around and saw him leaning against a tree. His smirk plastered all over his face as he watched your anger boil over.
“Get lost!” You snapped at him, “I know where I’m going.”
“What a mouth you have, does your grandmother know about this language?”
“Why would she care?”
You began walking, opting for the darker road to explore. You stomped away as you felt him run up and spin you around. His large hand grabbing and holding onto your shoulder.
“If my granddaughter spoke like this, I’d teach her some manners.”
Eunseok held you in place as you took a step back.
“Are you going to fix your language?”
“Why should I? You don’t know my grandmother.”
He pulled you closer, grabbing onto your neck with a strong hand.
“And if I did?”
You were beginning to shake, fear overtaking you, “I don’t believe you.”
“You don’t sound as confident as before.”
“Oh, do I?”
You felt a harsh slap against your cheek and you almost fell forward, bending towards Eunseok. You felt some breeze blow along your skirts, you felt wind blow up your thighs. There wasn’t any wind going through here, this was a forest. You looked up at Eunseok as his hand slapped against your ass. You yelped in pain as he held your hips in place.
“First time getting punished?” He laughed at you.
“Who are you to punish me?” You yelled, feeling tears trickle down your cheeks.
“Who are you to back talk your elders?”
Eunseok pushed you towards the ground, getting you on all fours before he kneeled beside you. Grabbing at your skirts, he lifted them and forced you down, laying a slap across your other asscheek.
You froze in place from the pain, scrambling to get up as he held you down. Eunseok pulled you into his lap, your cheeks burning against the fabric of your clothing as he wrapped his legs along yours and held you open. His hands lifted your skirts, seeing your exposed pussy before laying a hard slap onto your mound.
“What a dirty girl, not wearing any underwear.”
You fought against him, trying to free yourself.
“Get away from me, you old man!”
He pushed you up his lap, grinding his growing erection into your ass while doing so.
“Old man, huh? Well you’re just a stupid little girl, aren’t ya?”
“I’m not a little—”
“Sure you are.” He laughed.
Eunseok pushed you off of him, watching you fall into the dirt before attempting to crawl up. You looked around for the basket of sweets, seeing them throwing out of the basket as Eunseok got up and pressed his foot against your back.
He held you there, pressing just enough to show dominance without putting any actual pressure onto your ribs.
“Stupid girl.” He muttered.
He knelt down, flipping you into your back. His hands gripping your arms as he moved to sit on your hips, weighing you down beneath him.
“Stupid,”
Slap.
You felt his hand smack across your cheek.
“bratty,”
His hands grabbed at your cloak, undoing the knot in a swift motion.
“bitch of a girl.”
“And what great language you have.”
You felt his hand slap against your cheek again. Your head was fully turned away as you fell onto your elbow, your cheek burned as hot tears were welling in your eyes again.
“Wanna keep talking like that?”
“How bad and scary you are. Slapping me around.”
You could see something turn in his eyes: quiet, stewing anger. You saw his patience snap, grabbing at your neck and pulling you towards his face.
“I can break it if you don’t stop moving.”
His words shot fear into your spine, stopping and shaking in place as he released you. You fell back onto your elbows, watching his move lower and unbutton his pants. You were frozen in fear as he did this, hearing his belt buckling cling and undo as he threw it off.
You attempted to run, moving a second slower.
“You little fucking brat.”
He pulled you closer and bent over his lap, feeling his erection poke at your stomach.
“You know what brats get?”
You stayed silent, fearful of what he’d do.
“Answer.”
“Punished.” You whispered.
“Good girl. They get punished. Do you deserve to get punished?”
You shook your head, looking back at him.
“You do.”
His hands lifted your skirts, making impact with your ass as you yelled in pain.
“No point in making noise.”
Slap.
“You walked up into the deep end of the woods.”
Slap.
Every few seconds you’d feel his hand slap against your skin. Every slap made your eyes well and drip with tears. The stinging pain kept getting worse the more he slapped you.
“Are you gonna be a good girl, now?”
You nodded, sniffling as he pulled you off of his lap.
“Don’t cry.” His voice was stern and demanding, making you wipe your face immediately.
Eunseok undid the knot of your cape, setting it down as a blanket on the dirt. He walked over and sat comfortably on it.
“Come here.” He beckoned you over.
You crawled over, eyeing him with tear stained cheeks as you sat beside him.
“You wanna be a good girl, don’t ya?”
You nodded, seeing him take his dick out of his pants. He grabbed onto the back of your neck, pushing you into his groin.
“Be a good girl for me.”
You opened your mouth to say something, only for him to shove you onto his dick. Forcing your head up and down as you choked and gagged on him. He pulled you up.
“Stop using so much teeth.”
He pushed your head out of his grip.
“Continue.”
You moved down, stretching your mouth as far as you could before descending down his shaft. You bobbed up and down.
“Suck.” He complained, “Suck my dick.”
You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing more as he reclined back.
“Not enough.”
He pulled you off of him. You moved back, scared of being too close to him.
“Come here.” He called you over.
You shook your head, too afraid to move. Eunseok moved closer, yanking you forward as he held onto your arms. His ripped at your shirt, pulling the neckline open.
“Undress.”
You shook your head, fear closing your throat in.
“Undress!”
Eunseok grabbed at your hair, pulling you towards him.
“Unless you want me to undress you? You want that? Can you be a good girl and let Mister Eunseok undress you for him?”
You shook your head, standing up and removing your clothing. You stripped your overdress and underdress, pulling down your chemise.
“Boots.”
You knelt down and undid your shoes, stepping out of them before trying to hide yourself from his gaze. You felt a slap across your breast.
“Stupid girl.”
You kept your arms at your sides, feeling them shake.
“You only listen when I’m slapping you, huh.”
Eunseok began circling around you. He was watching every movement like you were prey. Some piece of meat he wanted to hunt and collect. As he circled behind you he’d pinch at your asscheek, circling to your front he’d pinch your nipple.
“What a shame such a pretty girl can be such a stupid, little brat.”
“Don’t call me that.” You turned away, not wanting to see his anger come out.
“Call you what? A brat?”
“Stupid. Don’t call me stupid.” Your voice was quivering as you were fighting back tears.
“I’m sorry.” He feigned sympathy, “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”
He walked over and hugged you, his erection pressing right between your folds. He held you tightly, rocking his hips against your damp core.
“Stop.” You tried pushing him away.
“You didn’t say stop before.”
“I did—”
He grabbed you and pushed you to the ground, forcing your legs open.
“Look at that.”
His hand grabbed both of your wrists, his other hand feeling at your pussy.
“So wet over some slapping? You’re a dirty girl.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.” He pushed you down, “You’re a dirty, slutty girl.”
You shook your head, feeling his tip pressing against your clit. You shook from the feeling.
“See? You’re a dirty, little girl who wants my fat cock inside you.”
You shook your head, “I don’t! I wanna go—”
He pushed inside you, hearing your yelp from the stretch.
“I’ll be nice, I can wait.”
You tried fighting against him, attempting to free yourself from his grip but he was stronger and bigger than you.
“Enough time?”
“Fuck you.”
Slap.
You felt him push in and out of you, setting a fast, hard pace.
“Little bitch.”
He grabbed at some of your hair, pushing your head to the side as he fucked you.
You could only feel something blunt and thick move in and out of you. His dick stretched you out, moving uncomfortably inside you. You’ve heard stories of your friends sneaking out to have sex with their boyfriends and fiancés but you never expected it to feel like this. You thought it’d be how they described: soft and gentle, pleasureful and full of electricity.
This was painful and blunt. Nothing felt good, it was just feeling. Just something moving inside you as you laid there, feeling your face heat and throat close in, your eyes welling with more tears and nose growing stuffy. Was this the same thing your parents did? Your friends? Neighbors, even?
“Are you gonna cum?”
Slap.
“I asked you something.”
You turned to face Eunseok, feeling the pain vibrate and prickle along your cheek. He yanked you up, pulling you into his lap.
“I wanna feel you cum.”
His grip on your hair never let up as you attempted to shake your head.
“You’re gonna cum around me even if it takes hours.”
He pushed his hand down, pinching at your clit, making you squeeze around him.
“See? Feels good, huh?”
Eunseok began moving in and out of you. Feeling your walls clench around him. You were trying to hold in your sounds, not wanting him to see your pleasure.
Slap.
You moaned out, feeling him rub against some spot inside of you as he rubbed your clit.
“Feels so good. Be a good girl,”
You shook your head, trying to push away from him.
“Let me make you cum.” Eunseok was struggling to get the words out, fighting you as you tried pushing away.
He slipped out, grabbing you and flipping you onto all fours. Eunseok pressed your legs together with his, rutting his dick into your hole. With your thighs clenched together and his hips rocking into you, you were biting your hand to stop from moaning.
“Be my good, little girl and cum for me.”
“No.” You tried holding in your moan as you said it.
“Yes.” Eunseok pushed forward, almost laying on top of your as he forced his hand towards your clit.
“I’m so close, you’re gonna fucking cum for me.”
He stopped, beginning to rub your clit more and more until your walls closed around him. Your mouth biting your hand as Eunseok started rutting inside you, thrusting quickly before filling your pussy with his cum.
“S-so good.”
Your arms couldn’t hold yourself up, slumping against the cape as he pulled out. You felt him lift your hips up and slap against your cheeks.
“You little bitch.”
Eunseok pulled you closer, flipping you onto your back as he pushed himself in again.
“You’re such a bratty, little whore.”
He continued thrusting into you, holding you still as he rubbed your clit.
“Little brat can’t take simple commands.”
You felt that same knot reappear, feeling the mix of sensations you couldn’t help but feel it break and your walls squeeze around him.
“Fucking finally.”
Eunseok came a second time, filling you to your brim with his cum. His dick twitched inside you before softening. Holding himself against you to not let his cum drip out.
“Now that you’re done being a little brat I can show you the real way.”
He tapped his thumb against your cheek, making you feel pain wash through the skin before he searched for his belt.
You heard him laughing as he buckled his pants. You didn’t want to move, you wanted to lay there and let the earth swallow you in or wake up from this nightmare.
“And would you look at that.”
Eunseok turned towards you, showing off his dick and leaned over to see your exposed pussy, still dripping his cum out.
“Not a drop of blood. You are a slutty, little thing, aren’t ya.”
warning: smut! dubcon, coercion, manipulation, unprotected and rough sex, fingering, manhandling, one mention of tit slapping, reader is a virgin and cries a bit
wc: 2.7k
a/n: ngl this was pretty hot, of course this was me writing and plotting the story while in excruciating pain so hehe ✌🏼
edit: part two <3
Sungchan’s truck was humid, it smelled of pine needles and old cans of beer. The slight whiff of cigarette ashes came and went as he drove down the street.
Sundays were the town’s day off. Everyone knew that and even the corner stores closed. Why didn’t Sungchan know that? You glanced around, your arms twitched to cross themselves, wanting something to do to protect yourself. He knew the rituals of this town and still he insisted you help him with something.
You could see the sun dip farther, painting the sky in a yellowy-orange color. You were looking around, trying to see which street you were on, what buildings were nearby. Your hands were nervously holding each other, fiddling with your fingers and nails as you were anxiously waiting for him to stop the car.
“Here.”
Sungchan parked by an empty building, it was old and abandoned, paint and signs sun-bleached as the hardware along the windows began rusting. Sungchan had the keys to the building, unlocking and guiding you inside.
You wonder why you agreed to this. You’ve always had a small crush on Sungchan, many of your friends had, too. But now you were growing nervous, even more so than in his truck. You followed him around, walking deeper into the building and into the office spaces before he stopped.
Sungchan moved so you could see something, seeing an empty table as he hovered over you.
“Your perfume smells nice.”
You felt your face heat, stomach tightening as his arms moved to your shoulders.
“Thanks.”
You could feel his breath puff onto your ears and neck, watching you as he rubbed up and down your shoulders.
“What did you—”
“You know, you’re really pretty.” He interrupted you.
“Thank you.”
“Such a shame no one’s gone out with you.”
“Sungchan,”
“You have a pretty face and pretty body.”
“You needed something?” You finally got out.
Sungchan turned you around, smashing his mouth onto yours. You groaned, feeling your lips bump against your teeth, or maybe his teeth.
You squeezed your eyes shut. You never imagined him kissing you like this. Even in your daydreams you imagined him to be gentle or quick not rough and painful. You could feel his tongue lick at your lips, trying to turn your head again as you felt his cool hand grab at your cheek.
“You said—”
“Can’t remember right now.” He said through gritted teeth.
Grabbing onto your hair he pulled your head back, using your light gasp to press his tongue in. He groaned against you, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He pushed you farther onto the table, his hands grabbing onto your breasts and waist, pressing his erection against your core.
Finally pulling away from you, his eyes were blown out, almost irritated as he looked at you. You were shaking, scared of doing something wrong and scared of what he’d do next. He bent down to your neck, looking and almost scanning your skin until he found a spot to latch onto. You were squirming against him.
“What you don’t want me to fuck you?” He asked.
You looked away, you felt incredibly small under his gaze. He moved, grabbed you jaw to look at him.
“You were so eager to help me out, why not now?”
You looked around, scared and thinking of what to tell him before he let go of your jaw. His hand moved to your hair, almost petting you as you tried gathering your thoughts. Quickly he grabbed a section by your hairline, pulling you towards him.
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
“Now you know your answer, huh.”
Sungchan pulled you off of the table, turning you before he bent you over. His hand still gripping your hair, you could feel tears begin to form in your eyes. Fear overtaking you.
“Yes! Please, don’t hurt me, Sungchan.”
“Don’t hurt you.” He laughed, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”
He pressed his hips into your ass, feeling his erection hard and grind into you.
“This isn’t gonna hurt.”
This isn’t how you’d imagine Sungchan fucking you. You thought it’d fun, where he’s taking you to his truck bed or sneaking into your bedroom. Where he’s kissing along your shoulders and breasts before pressing into you. Learning how to rub your clit as he softly thrusts into you.
But Sungchan pulled you upward, back almost flushed against his chest as he stares at you. You feel something stir inside you, a primal, nervous fear shooting up your spine.
He leaned into your ear, “You’re gonna let me fuck you?”
“I’m gonna let you fuck me.” Your voice wobbled, feeling his grip loosen.
“And you’re gonna love it?”
“Yes.” Your eyes shut from his hand moving to wipe one of your tears, “I’m gonna love it.” You nodded.
He let go of you, letting you touch and soothe your scalp. His hands wrapped around your front, grabbing your breasts and kneading them. His mouth moved along your neck, feeling your back arch before biting along your shoulder.
You didn’t scream, it was more of a yelp with your lips being bitten shut. You felt more tears drip down, feeling his teeth scratch and drag along your skin before he yanked your shirt off. He grabbed your arm, spinning you around before he crashed his mouth onto yours. Your lips bumping against each other again.
Getting irritated, sungchan grabbed your jaw, practically prying your jaw open to lick the inside of your mouth. He pulled away,
“God are you some kind of virgin?”
You looked away, ashamed and trying to regulate your breathing. You were sure your face was red and shiny from crying.
“You are.” He smirked, leaning down to look at you better.
“You’re a fucking virgin.”
“You don’t—”
He grabbed your jaw, holding your mouth open as he kissed you again. Shoving his tongue into your mouth, he leaned forward, having you lay against the table.
Ripping your bottoms down, he leaned back to see your pussy. Pulling them down your legs, he saw how wet and drooling you were, dripping into the table. Sungchan smirked, watching your thighs try to shut before he pried them open.
“You almost taste like cherry.” He commented, watching you nervously look away.
“You want me to pop your cherry?”
You looked away, face heating to another degree as he leaned closer to you, amused at your shyness.
“Say it.” He whispered.
You looked at him, watching his jaw clench and eyes stare at you in anticipation. He’d hurt you again if you said no.
“I want you to,” You tried to finish your words.
“Say it.” He demanded.
“To pop my cherry.”
He pulled you down the table and flushed against his jeans, rolling his hips against your bare cunt.
“You want me to pop it?”
“Yes.” You grabbed onto his arms, feeling them tense and relax, “Please pop my cherry.”
“That’s it.”
You watch him unzip his pants, pushing them low enough to free his erection. Watching it slap against his stomach before grabbing and jerking himself. His tip was red, leaking precum as he moved closer to you. It was practically throbbing as he laid it on the top of your pelvis.
Looking down, Sungchan was huge. Too big for you. His girth was scary, too thick to probably wrap your hand around and his tip was leaking into your naval. He pulled your hips closer to him, your ass almost falling off of the table. Sungchan grabbed your bra and pulled it down to your waist, staring at your breasts.
“Take it off.”
You did as he said, unhooking and removing your bra as he moved to pinch one of your nipples. You gasped, worried he’d hurt you even more. Sungchan slide his hand down, having you feel his warmth travel from your breast down to your hip and towards your pussy.
“Relax.”
You noted how demanding it sounded, almost glaring at you as he turned his head down to line his dick up with your hole.
Sungchan dipped his tip in, feeling how hot you were before he slid all the way in. You gasped, scared at how quick he did it. He was too big, too long for that. You looked up at him, grabbing his wrist as he pressed down onto your lower stomach.
“Can you feel it?”
You nodded, breath shaking from how full you were.
“so fucking tight.”
Sungchan leaned over you, his hands grabbing and teasing your breasts as he calmed himself down. You were so warm and tight, walls fluttering around him as you got used to his size. His fingers pinched and grazed your nipples, toying with their tips and feeling your pussy clench around him as you felt good.
Sungchan pulled out, looking down to see your gaping pussy. He smirked at the sight before sliding back in.
“Fuck.” He moaned out, “So fucking tight.”
He continued thrusting into you. Slow but deep, feeling his length pumping into you made you breathless. Gasping and panting as he leaned over you.
Sungchan grabbed that same patch of hair, your eyes welling with tears. You beg him to stop pulling your hair as he lets go and shoves his tongue onto your mouth. You were still aching, feeling the pulsing pain from your head as he continued pumping his dick into you.
You were aching everywhere. From your pussy getting stretched out, a dull ache that was barely feeling good. From your hair getting pulled and yanked. From your back, being pulled and pushed around by Sungchan. Even your eyes hurt, swollen and red as you felt more tears drip down.
Your hand moved to rub your clit, small circles that made you moan into sungchan’s mouth.
“My cock’s so good?”
You nodded, “So good.”
Sungchan sped up, pounding into you now. Watching the way you were swallowing him up. You felt that familiar knot tighten, feeling it grow tighter and tighter as Sungchan fucked you. You were silently moaning, worried about being too loud before Sungchan pressed his hips flushed against yours. Hips rocking and rutting into you as he came.
Sungchan pulled out, jerking and squeezing out the last spurts of cum onto your pussy.
“Oh, did you wanna cum?” He teased you.
You nodded, feeling your thighs twitch and tighten. Sungchan flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips in the air and knees onto the table. Now your elbows and knees were hurting, feeling your weight press them into the hard wood.
You felt exposed, your entire ass and pussy exposed to him. You had no way of know what he’d do next.
“You want me to help you?”
You tried looking back at him before he pushed your head down.
“Words.”
“Yes. Please make me cum.”
“Good girl. Finally learning how to speak.”
Sungchan opened your folds, seeing how stretched out and wet you were. Arousal dripping down your thighs as his cum leaked out of you and onto the table. Spitting on your folds, his thumb stretched over to rub it in, marking his territory.
His fingertips traced up and down your thighs, feeling your ass and pressing his fingers into the flesh before squeezing your thighs. You stayed as silent as you could, the occasional whimper coming from you as Sungchan continued teasing you. You still felt anxiety in the pit of your stomach, worried that the wrong sound would make him stop.
Pushing his fingers inside you, Sungchan’s thumb stretched down to massage your clit. You moaned as he rubbed the muscle, already clenching around him as he sped ip.
“You like this?”
“Yes.” You moaned.
“You like my fingers deep in your pussy?”
You moaned, feeling his thumb circling your clit, “Yes, I love them.”
Your fingers dripped onto the edge of the table, face smushed into your forearm as he pumped his fingers into you. You felt so close already, a little bit more would have you squeezing around him.
A few more moans were heard before Sungchan felt you clench around his fingers. He continued pumping into you, loving the whines and squeaks you made while being overstimulated. He pulled his fingers out and held your hips in place, leaning down to lick at your folds.
“Sungchan.” You whined.
His tongue flicked in and out of your hole, stretching down to flick your clit. He could feel his dick harden again, slowly growing stiff as he played with you. Feeling satisfied, Sungchan turned you onto your side as he grabbed at a chair from another table.
Slapping his lap, he was ordering you over. You stood up as fast as you could, legging wobbling as he pulled you into him. He made you stand there, exposed, as he brushed his fingers over your body. Rolling your nipple, grabbing the skin around your hips, spreading his hands along your ass to grab.
Sungchan pulled you into his lap, folding your legs as you sat facing him in the office chair. His hands were dragging and feeling at your body. Thumbs pressing along the sides of your ribs, hands cupping your cheeks to pull you up his lap, thumb and index finger gripping your jaw to look at him.
“Ride me.”
“I’m sore.”
“Ride me.” He said sternly.
You felt that anxiety pool again, flaring across your lower back and creeping up your spine. You grabbed onto his shoulders, pulling yourself up and sitting on his erection. Your hands moved down to unzip his jeans, pulling his semi-hard dick out of his boxers as you adjusted to hover.
“Jerk me first.”
You looked up at him, your eyes shaking as you tried reading his face. You sat back down, using both hands to massage and jerk his dick until it grew hard. He leaned back into the chair, arms relaxed on the armrests as lazily looking at you. The occasional moan slipping out as you swiped across his tip.
“Ride.”
One hand held him up, the other gripping his shoulder as you hovered and sank onto his dick.
“That’s it.”
You were squeezing around him, trying to steady your breathing before you sat fully in his lap. Sungchan laid relaxed as he watched you slowly bounce on him. His hands would move and feel at your flesh, gripping your ass or thighs, teasing your breasts or just slapping at them.
Sungchan’s hand traveled up your breast and onto your shoulder, slowly creeping up to your jaw as he pulled you closer. Sungchan kissed you, slow and steady until he bit down onto your lower lip. Whining you tried pulling away as his grip tightened.
“You must love me.” He laughed.
He could feel his orgasm come closer and closer.
“Say it.”
“I love you.” You obeyed.
Your anxiety flared up. Sweaty and scared, your heart was squeezing in on itself. You couldn’t tell if you were lying or telling the truth. You used to like him but everything right now was too much.
“You love me,” Sungchan repeated, pulling you into another kiss, “and you’re only gonna love me.”
You nodded, feeling your orgasm approach, “I do, I love you.”
Sungchan let of your jaw, hands moving to holding your hips down onto his. His hands gripping your skin and almost crushing you as he bounced you on his cock. You grabbed onto his shoulders, finding something to ground you.
“No one else.”
“No one.” You moaned.
You felt your stomach tighten and relax, feeling your climax approach more and more. One hand moved to your clit, rubbing it before you clenched around him. Feeling how tightly you were squeezing him, Sungchan bucked into your pussy. Your walls were hot and gummy around him, milking his dick perfectly as he came inside you.
He pressed you there, making sure your pussy drank up as much of his cum as it could as he gripped onto your scalp again. Holding and pressing you against his mouth, tongue pressing into every crevice. You felt his press against your teeth, tongue, under your lips, feeling drool drip out of your mouth as he claimed every inch of you.
Warning: smut! dubcon, protected sex, vaginal sex, manipulative sungchan, trauma bonding, mentions of anxiety and nausea, size kink in the subtext (im 5’3!!!), pet names (doll), mentions of food/eating and alcohol
Wc: 3.2k
A/n: im such a lovergirl i forgot how to write this mean, nasty sungchan :( had to read the first part to really get the character
not finished! this was a draft I haven't updated since forever and I'd feel weird abt not posting it (in case I completely give up on it) so the end is very rushed bc it's literally an outline for what i was gonna write 😭
In the haze of your busy schedule you could almost forget about Sungchan. You could almost forget about that entire Sunday but there was always something in the back of your mind. Sometimes it was an off comment made by a coworker or classmate, something that flooded the memories back. Sometimes just being alone and in your thoughts for too long brought everything back.
Though, you were able to get some time to yourself before Sungchan eventually nudged his way back into your life. You were grateful for the break.
Back in his cigarette scented truck, same hands fiddling with each other, same relaxed posture of his arms on the steering wheel, Sungchan told you to come with him to buy furniture. Of course, telling you to come with him had some difficulty, you told him you were busy and he was quick to grab your jaw, pulling you closer before saying you two were leaving. A forced peck on the lips before dragging you out to his truck.
You sat in the passengers seat, looking around at the scenery before he pulled in front of store.
“Did you not have anyone else to come with you?”
You asked him, hopping out of the truck.
“Why would I bring anyone else when I have my girlfriend?”
Sungchan laughed as you felt a knot sink into your stomach. His girlfriend. The thought made you sick. You two were not dating, he had some humiliation ritual performed on you but that did not equate to you being his girlfriend.
You walked around, looking at the different items. Some pieces were dusty and others overly clean. You followed a little behind Sungchan, asking him what kind of things he was looking for.
“Mostly a coffee table, probably a dining table.”
You nodded, looking for the smallest dining table they sold. Most were a bright orange-brown wood, a terrible eye sore. You eventually found a medium wood table and a dark wood coffee table.
You felt his arms wrap around you, making you tense as he settled his arms into a lock at your waist.
“This looks nice.” He commented.
“Could use a dusting, but the whole store could, too.”
Sungchan chuckled at your comment. You felt his grip tighten and pull you into him.
“I saw a small sofa earlier, might wanna get these two.”
You nodded, “Yeah.”
Sungchan set up the payment and moving the items outside to his truck bed, you were pretending to look around, deep in thought about what game Sungchan was playing.
Grabbing at the last item, Sungchan led the two of you out. He set the furniture down before driving towards a mattress store.
At a stop light you found the courage to speak up.
“Is this some game?”
Sungchan laughed, “What are you talking about.”
“Taking me to these places, calling me your girlfriend.”
You looked at him, trying to decipher his expression while the truck was still stopped.
“Well,” the light changed and Sungchan continued driving, “we both know I think you’re pretty, we’ve already been pretty intimate.”
“Against my will.”
Sungchan tensed his jaw, “The usual thing people do is start dating.”
“You never asked me out.”
“Thought I’d done enough.”
Sungchan stopped in front of the mattress store, getting out of the truck while you unbuckled your seatbelt.
The store was small, a decent selection of soft to firm mattresses in the standard sizes. It wasn’t a lot but this was a small town, you didn’t need a booming business in mattresses.
This store was quick. Sungchan asked you to also feel at some of them. You both were able to pick a foam mattress, it wasn’t terrible firm or soft, a good in between.
“Was it necessary I come for this?”
“Of course, you’re gonna spend some nights over.”
It almost sounded like a demand. You were going to spend a night over. He’d make you spend the night.
Next was the linen store next door, walking in Sungchan hugged his aunt, the owner, before looking around to pick some things out. Her eyes followed you, almost like she was trying to recognize you.
You helped pick out a few sets of cotton bedding and various towels, some bath, some washcloths, some kitchen towels.
While checking out, his aunt was sure to give him some things on sale, adding in free items before finishing the payment.
“Oh, this is my girlfriend.” Sungchan said.
“Oh?” His aunt was surprised.
“It’s nice to meet you.” You said, smiling at his aunt.
“We started seeing each other recently, sorry I didn’t introduce you two.”
“I’m y/n.”
“It’s so nice to meet you, y/n.”
After the brief introduction, Sungchan drove you two to his apartment. He grabbed at the furniture and walked inside the building. Unlocking the door to his place, it was really spacious, you were sure some furniture would make it more like a home.
“I have my old mattress here but tomorrow they’re sending the new one tomorrow, same with the sofa.”
You helped Sungchan move the dining table and chairs into a corner by the kitchen, he was able to move the coffee table in the general area he’s like the sofa.
Sungchan’s hand wrapped around the back of your shoulder, moving inward to grab the back of your neck before he pulled you into a kiss. You felt your anxiety spike as he held you close. He pulled you in even more, his free hand playing with the neckline of your shirt.
You were able to pull away, “I’m really tired.”
“See, I’d told you, you’d stay the night.”
He grabbed the tip of your chin before pulling you in to kiss your forehead.
Sungchan ordered take out before sitting down at the dining table.
“Shit, I’m gonna need to grocery shop.”
“Did you need anything tonight? There’s a convenience store across the street.”
“Yeah, the guy said he’d be fifteen minutes, we can grab some stuff and come back.”
You both left his apartment, the building was rather small for apartments so you only had to climb a flight of stairs. You both grabbed some things from the convenience store, some snacks and drinks, and Sungchan grabbed a case of beers before paying and walking back.
You were able to get most of the drinks in the fridge before the take out came. You both ate and showered, most of Sungchan’s clothing was already here and he offered you one of his shirts to wear before bed.
So far things were okay. You’ve been on edge but nothing terrible has happened. He hasn’t humiliated you.
After drying your hair, you laid in bed next to Sungchan. You did not want to be here. You don’t know how he trapped you into staying. But at least he was just sleeping, he was trying to fuck you while slapping you around again.
You were almost comfortable enough to sleep when Sungchan shifted to spoon you. You could feel something poke at your legs. He was hard. And, of course, he wasn’t subtle with it. You tried calming your breathing, slowly feeling his hard on rub against you. His hand slipping down to your panties, his fingers tapping around your thighs and core.
“Y/n.”
No.
“Y/n, can you help me?”
Fuck no.
You shift trying to find the words to say no but Sungchan moves on top of you before you can try. Leaning down to kiss you while spreading your thighs, he’s already grinding against you as he moves down to kiss along your neck.
“Sungchan,”
He head popped up, his hips still rubbing against you.
“I’m really tired.”
“Oh, I’m sure you are.”
“Sungchan—”
“I’ll do the work, don’t worry.”
“No—”
Sungchan’s hand slipped your panties off, fingers kneading through your wet folds as he pushed his underwear off.
“So wet.”
“Sungchan.” You tried making your voice stern.
“You want me to have a condom or something?”
“I don’t want to right now.”
Sungchan paused, you couldn’t see his face that well but you were sure you could imagine the flexing of his jaw, stern expression dawning on his face. Sungchan kept his hand against your heat.
“You’re such a tease.”
Huh?
“You’re this wet and you wanna say ‘I don’t want to have sex right now,’?”
“Sungchan,”
Your words were cut off by him leaning down and kissing you.
“I said I’d do all the work.”
He had grit in his words. This was a reward. He was gonna fuck you regardless. You laid back, looking around, your nerves were acting up. You felt scared and cornered. He did this before and you should have expected this but you felt scared and cornered.
“I’m sorry.”
You knew saying anything was a risk but if anything he’d wanna hear you admitting some fault he made up. Sungchan relaxed, leaning down to kiss you. Your hands moved to cup his cheeks, letting him feel the love you had for him.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s been a while since we had sex.”
Your memory flooded with the abandoned building. Humiliating and perverse. Him just playing with you.
“Relax for me.”
He shifted lower.
“Do you have condoms?” You asked.
“Yeah, let me grab one.”
His voice was tight and had an obvious irritation, but you both knew the last thing you wanted was some child growing inside of you.
Rolling the condom on, Sungchan settled back into bed. Slowly teasing your entrance with his tip before pressing into you. You whined as you felt him insert, a noise Sungchan could easily think was pleasure.
Sungchan pushed further in, already getting breathless from being inside you. You stayed there, legs stretched open as Sungchan continued pushing in until his hips mets yours.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
He waited a moment, getting used to feeling your walls grip around him before moving in and out of you. You felt his hand move to your clit, thinking he was going to rub you or even forget it, you felt his pointer and thumb begin to pinch at your clit.
“Ah.”
You felt jolts of a painful pleasure everything he pinched you.
“Feel good?”
You had no words to say, unable to comprehend how much it hurt and felt good.
“Can’t speak?”
You shook your head.
“It’s good, it hurts and it’s, ah, it’s good.”
In the middle of speaking he was even pinching you.
Sungchan sped up, holding your shoulders to keep you in place as he pumped himself into you. The wet sounds were so loud, Sungchan sat up to focus on the mess between you two. You were dripping everywhere, seeing your soaked pussy made his go even harder, rough pounding into your core as he began chasing his high.
Soon Sungchan was cumming in the condom, holding you flushed against his as he hips rut into you. Pulling out he laid next to you, pulling the condom off and throwing it into his trash bin.
‘All that and I don’t get to cum?’
You laid down, trying to relax under the blanket. You felt his arms pulling you closer to him.
“Come here.”
You turned to face him, his hands already pulling you on top of him.
“I know you didn’t cum.”
“I’m just tired now.”
“Don’t lie.”
You felt panic shoot up your spine.
“You’re gonna cum then you can sleep.”
You nodded, feeling his hands move to your core. You relaxed on top of him, feeling his fingers push into your core.
“Wait,” Sungchan had an idea, “turn around and let me see you.”
“Huh?”
“Like 69ing but just you.”
You were already shaking, lifting yourself up and turning around. You slowly scooting back towards Sungchan, his hands already kneading your ass and lifting you down onto his torso.
Your ass was completely exposed to him while he began fingering you. He was finally rubbing your clit, making your hips rock against his fingers that were stuffing your pussy.
“So wet.”
He pulled you closer, pulling his fingers out to get a taste of you. His tongue was feeling everywhere it could, flicking your clit, slipping into your core. Sungchan groaned at your taste.
Sungchan’s hands were spreading your ass, gripping the flesh before pinching the skin. Your hips shook the more he did this, pain making you jolt before he’s laugh and keep lapping at your folds.
“I’m getting hard again.”
You could see his dick getting more erect, hardening in his underwear and slowly rising. Your hand reached out and rubbed him. You heard his groan.
“Ride me.”
You moved and sat down onto his dick, faced away from him made it feel a little better. He was so big, even relaxing from having him inside you earlier, he was still stretching you out.
“That’s it, fuck your ass looks good.”
His hand slapped your asscheek, his eyes watching it jiggle before kneading the flesh.
“Arch more.”
You did as he said, rubbing your clit as you continued riding him.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
His hand stayed on your ass cheek, thumb stretching over to graze over your hole. The feeling made your shake, scared he’d try pushing his thumb into your ass while you continued riding him.
Sungchan slowly sat up, pressing you into his chest. His hand pushing yours out of the way to pinch your clit, his other hand gripping your ribs, his fingers stretching out to tease your nipple.
“You’re my obedient baby, huh. You like doing what I say?”
His breath was hot against your ear, you nodded, whining as you felt your orgasm approach. His fingers slowly pinching your nipples harder, no longer grazing against the buds.
“You wanna feel my cum fill you up?”
“So bad.”
“Exactly, you want me to cum so deep in you.”
The more you rubbed your clit the sweatier you got, almost feel beads run down your back and form along your hairline. You were desperately reaching your high and completely froze with a loud moan when it came. Sungchan came deep inside you, rutting his hips into yours as he bit down onto your shoulder. His teeth stung your skin, a soundless sob escaped you as Sungchan continued thrusting into your core.
He pulled you off of him, pushing you forward to expose your ass to him. Sungchan could see your pussy still clench and flex, his cum slowly dripping out of you while he squeezed your ass.
“You’re such a doll. A perfect doll for me to play with.”
Of course that’s what you were. Since the beginning you’ve been his plaything. Now he has you even closer, trapped inside where he can do whatever he wants with you.
You grabbed a napkin and cleaned up, finally relaxing in bed before you both fell asleep. You could feel him relax and slowly go unconscious. You were up far later, thoughts and feelings washing over you in the empty room.
The next day, Sungchan woke up earlier than you. Shaking you awake, he said that deliveries were coming today. You nodded, slowly waking before getting out of bed. Sungchan pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your mouth before you tried pulling away.
“I have morning breath.”
He laughed before walking out of the bedroom.
You looked around, remembering you have nothing to change into, just yesterday’s clothing. You kept Sungchan’s shirt on while dressing in some of yesterday’s clothes before walking to his bathroom.
Again, nothing of yours here.
“You can use my toothbrush, I don’t mind.”
Sungchan had a playful tone in his voice. You grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and began brushing. You’ve had worse things in your mouth.
After washing up, you walked out.
“You should bring your things over.” Sungchan said.
“My things?”
“Yeah, bathroom stuff, clothing, whatever you want.”
He’s serious about having you here.
“After the deliveries.” You said, sitting down.
“After?”
“I don’t have my car, you’d have to drive me.”
Sungchan nodded.
When the afternoon came, his apartment was full of deliveries. The sofa was set and moved around, there were a few people coming on to get up his oven, Sungchan even had a dresser delivered.
After everyone came and left, you put together a small grocery list. Just the necessities: shelf stable foods, frozen meals, snacks, meal ingredients for later.
You both walk into the grocery store, grabbing things both on and off of the list. It wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be. Sungchan sure knows how to act in public.
Scene where reader gets like stalked? Followed? Idk theres a creep and sungchan kinda saves reader and she’s all omg he’s so bad but he’s kinda nice? Gotta get that trauma bonding! And she thanks him even though he like objectifies her.
You have to go to work the next day so you get your things together and sungchan wants you to stay the night, it’s better to have space from your folks.
You stay the night and Sungchan drives you to work or whatever.
That weekend sungchan throws a housewarming party, inviting friends and some family over for a dinner. You help around and he seems to always have a hand on you throughout the night. You feel suffocated and unable to leave, already having a closet full of your things here. It’s like sungchan’s trying to cement himself into your life.
He feeds you drinks and even when you say you’ve had your limit, he’s spiking your normal drink.
When everyone’s gone he’s all on you. Forcing you to blow him, cumming all over your face, marking you as his territory. Makes you squirt and fucks you so hard.
Your makeup is already running, even the little you put on was streaming down your face. You had a mix between tears, cum, and spit decorating your face. Feeling sungchan smush your face into the mattress, laying on your back as he held your head to the side, palm pressed into your face, while pumping himself into you.
“You love it?”
You were overwhelmed with pleasure, the way he was manhandling you, holding you up while pumping his dick into you was more erotic than you’d care to admit.
“Yes!”
“You love feeling me stretch you open.”
You nodded your head, biting down on your lip before he pressed you close and stopped.
“I do! Please, I do. It feels so good, Sungchan.”
He adjusts, pushing you flat into the mattress and pulling your hips up to rut into. He felt so thick and holding your thighs closed made everything feel so good. You were mindless moaning into the mattress.
“Fuck this pussy is so good.”
His actions sped up, pulling on your hips to meet with his thrusts.
“All mine.”
You felt your stomach knot when he said that. A knot that churned in your stomach, something making you feel sick.
When you came it was almost like you were going to vomit.
You shower after and try to wash the nasty feeling off.
The only time you can really get away from him is at work, always staying late until the overtime kicks in when your boss forces you to stay home. With Sungchan.
caleb who’s obsessed with piss. he loves the thought of you and him marking each other with your urine. wet and gross but intimate in a way only you two know.
there’s nothing he loves more than holding down your stomach while fucking you. you thought it was him feeling how deep he was inside you but then he wanted you to pee while he fucked you.
“huh?”
“please, pips, i want you to mark me.”
his ragged breathing and strong pace made you indulge in his fantasy. slowly a light stream came out of you before he pumped himself even harder, making you piss even more as caleb came inside you.
“yes,” he moaned.
caleb leaned down, mouth connecting with your pussy as he ate you out. tongue grinding against your folds that were stained with piss and cum, salty with a strong scent of sweat.
practically rubbing his face against your pussy as he brought you to your orgasm.
“caleb,”
your nails dug into his shoulders, your orgasm shaking you to your core.
as he detached and licked the rim of his mouth, you pulled caleb closer.
“please,” you begged.
“please, what?”
“you can do it back.”
caleb aimed his tip along your folds, letting out a stream onto you as his shoulders untensed. urine splashing up onto your stomach and dripping down onto the bed.
“c’mere, pips,” he helped move you into his lap, “they say it’s always best to pee after having sex,”
“again?”
“last thing you want is a uti, c’mon now,” he positioned your pussy right on his hips, “relieve yourself.”
hii can i request degrading obsessive sungchan…mean big broody muscly sungchan…size kink…psychologically making yn feel dumb…mind games, creepy and sickening…make it as disgusting as u want and all details upto u <3
Pairing: sungchan x fem!reader
Warning: smut! manipulative!sungchan, unprotected sex, grinding, choking, religious!reader, implied atheist!sungchan 😏 (hes a virgo I cant stop this from happening) also not proofread
Wc: 0.6k
A/n: Can I kiss you?? Originally was thinking of pyc sungchan but I’ve seen enough religious fics being dropped these days I wanted to try it out <3 not entirely creepy or sickening :( but I do hope I got the other parts right :D
What was supposed to be a normal bible study session wound up becoming you splayed out for Sungchan to play with.
“You’re so pliant,” Sungchan commented, “so malleable.”
You began squirming, trying to shut your knees. You were laid out on his bed, skirt hiked up, panties exposing a wide wet spot, your was felt hot and every glance and comment from Sungchan made your face burn.
“You’re like a lost little lamb,” his finger traced up and down your clothed slit, “always looking for the next thing to follow.”
“I’m not.” You protested.
“You’re abandoning your faith in the hope I touch you.”
Sungchan shifted, moving on top of you and lowering his hips across yours.
“I can be your god.”
“Don’t say that.”
He squished your cheeks, turning your head to survey your face.
“Blasphemy can look good, especially on a face like yours.”
He rolled his hips against yours.
“Say it.” He whispered.
You groaned when you felt his erection, almost mountainous against you, roll against your core.
“Don’t make me.”
Sungchan leaned down, kissing before biting harshly onto your bottom lip. His large hands cradled your ribcage, pressing into the flesh and bone to hold you still.
“Say it.”
You mewled, feeling your hips grind against Sungchan. You could feel how soaked your panties were becoming, you could feel it drip down into the back end of your panties.
“I want you to say it.”
Sungchan held you down onto the bed, still his body as you were panting below him. Your body twitched for any kind of relief, rolling your hips across his before Sungchan’s hands held you in place.
“Your pussy and your mouth are saying some contradicting things.”
You couldn’t take it.
“You’re my god.” You confessed.
You were breathless, so full of lust you couldn’t think of anything else but returning to that pleasure you felt seconds ago.
“That’s it.”
Sungchan moved his hand to your throat, he holds it there, showing a sign of authority to you while his other hand frees his erection.
Tapping his dick across your clit, “You want this?”
“So badly.” You desperately look down, trying to catch any glance of him before he rips your panties down.
“So fucking soaked.”
Sungchan slid his tip along your folds, slowly pushing inside you. Feeling your hips meet, Sungchan undoes your dress.
“Wait—”
“I thought gods were able to do whatever they want with their followers?” Sungchan asked, “If you’re really devoted to me then this shouldn’t be a question.”
He pulled your dress off, looking over your exposed skin before returning his hand to your neck, craning your head up so his whole hand could wrap around your neck. Sungchan quickly set a steady pace, you could feel exactly how deep he was inside you. Every thrust pushed you higher up his bed.
The strong scent of Sungchan’s sweat, of his bed, feeling his hand wrap tighter around your neck, feeling him reach impossible spots inside you, you were overwhelmed.
“I’m gonna cum.”
“Wanna cum around god’s cock?”
You nodded your head, “Please let me cum around you.”
“Already asking for permission, good girl.”
You squeezed around him, feeling a strong flood of arousal leave your pussy.
“That’s it, you like being my personal devotee. So dutiful.”
The more Sungchan commented on your compliance the more your body jerked around, growing closer to your orgasm.
Opening your eyes, which you couldn’t remember when they closed, all you saw was Sungchan. Surrounding every inch of your vision, he was staring down at you, leaning down to cover your peripheral. You could smell him, pretty soon you were sure you’d taste him.
a/n: had this in my drafts since like february? idk it's old and i need to post it lol
SM’s prince Park Wonbin was known for getting what he wants, regardless of repercussions. He’s their golden boy, the peak of what they could train, which they didn’t even train him much, so naturally talented he aced every test he took. Dancing was his specialty but rapping and singing were more than exceptional. He had amazing stage presence, he was kind and patient when waiting on people, he was the epitome of what they wanted.
Of course being so perfect has it’s leverage. Because he’s so perfect his staff never bothered asking or talking back to his requests. He could ask for a specific cake from a bakery cities over and someone would be on it. He could ask for someone to drive him to this place or that place and some staff member was already grabbing their keys.
What Wonbin wanted, he got.
If something caught his eye, flashy or discreet, people got it for him. Be it fan or staff. He was pampered and fawned at, always living in leisure as SM’s prince. Every movement he made or glance taken, people reported on it. Within the walls of SM, Wonbin was the one calling the shots.
One of the few lines he never crossed was fans. Wonbin knew how desperately people wanted to tear his group apart, already trying before the group was even announced. So fans were a rare luxury of toying with. A few may have caught his eye but never often enough to feel tempted to bring up to a manager.
Of course, Wonbin was smart. He knew fans posted vlogs and twitter threads of their fansigns or cafe events. He could find them if he wanted, his fans made it quite easy. But the temptation never made it past any vlog or twitter account. After some minutes or scrolls in he grew tired, wanting to move onto something else.
That’s where he is now, mentally burnt out and pouting while his stylists finished his makeup before a fansign. He’d scrolled enough on his phone to fry his brain, looking around there wasn’t anything particularly stimulating. Their managers sent them boba from a shop they really liked, that was the most interesting thing so far.
As they prepare to walk out to sign hundreds of albums and talk to their fans, Wonbin put his idol front on. Pretending to not be bored out of his mind or tired from the lack of sleep, he made sure he was awake and focused, or appeared to be awake and focused. Who knows, maybe something will spark interest.
They walked out and greeted their fans, sitting in their foldable chairs before beginning to sign albums, Wonbin smiled and talked to his fans, making sure to pose with whatever props and gifts they’d given him for his plethora of fansites.
He’d told about 20 fans he’s eaten and shook hands with almost 40 others before he spotted someone. While waiting for someone to move from Sohee to him, he looked over at the sea of cameras and fans before finding someone to fixate on.
Standing in line, you were lucky to win a draw for a fansign. You’d tried with so many different websites and sellers to get a raffle and finally you’re here. You anxiously waited as you slowly approached the table, patiently waiting for the staff to let you sit and meet each member.
You were able to get a small plushie for all seven members, all characters each member showed an affection for. You felt nervous, stuttering over a word or two as you talked to each member down the table before sitting in front of Wonbin.
You smiled and chatted, giving him a little Chococat plush. You felt that anxiousness bolt through your body, knowing he’s always been one to give undivided attention to fans. When sat face to face with you, Wonbin felt infatuated. He’d never seen someone that looked quite like you, your natural shyness, the way you avoided eye contact before you’d stare a second too long at him. You were absolutely adorable.
“Are you from around this area?” He asked.
You quirked your head, curious as to why he’d ask that.
“No, I traveled in from another city.”
Wonbin nodded, “I thought your accent sounded different.”
You laughed, continuing to talk before a staff member moved you along to the next member.
Wonbin’s eyes lingered on you, memorizing your features and keeping you in his peripheral as he continued talking to other fans. He carefully watched you move down to the last member before walking back to your seat in the auditorium.
Wonbin knew he had to be discreet, he was in the most public area and full of cameras, most zoomed in on him. As the members moved from the table, staff removing it from the stage so they could perform their songs, Wonbin strategically glanced over to your area every few minutes. Watching what you were doing, seeing who you talked to. You didn’t come here with a friend, barely talking to the people around you.
As the fansign slowly ended, Wonbin was quick to search you, checking tweets and instagram tags, remembering your name from the roster to search into different sites and apps. Finally finding something, even if it was just a picture of your hand. Wonbin saved your profile to view later.
This was the fix he needed. Even if he knew this interest would die off in a week, Wonbin still grabbed onto it with a tight fist.
As his schedules ended and he finally found time to relax at home, Wonbin opened his phone to find your saved profile. Opening it, he looked through your posts, seeing pictures of pets, maybe yours or a friends, seeing photos of your study material, a photo from a cafe you went to.
That’s something.
He looked at the blurry logo, trying to decipher the name before searching it on naver. Finding the location, he saved the place to visit when he had time off. Hopefully he’d find you there.
Looking further at your page, he scrolled up to see your following. The celebrities you kept up with, the university club you joined, the friends you were close to. Slowly Wonbin was understanding you, maybe in a skewed and almost bastardized way, but he was understanding something. Digging deeper, he was able to find the email you used. Slowly finding more and more about you.
Wonbin peeled back from his phone, thinking about how invested he’s already become. Why was he so invested? This isn’t normal, especially not for him. He was supposed to be watched and surveyed, not the other way around. Looking down at his screen, he was reading about the job you’ve working at. Why is he so invested?
Wonbin saved the page before closing his phone. Maybe he needs some rest to understand this weird obsession.
His next few days were packed with schedules. Photoshoot here, filming a video there, make sure to practice for this event and for this comeback later in the year. As he pressed through his schedules on nothing more than four hours of sleep every day, he played their games and did as he was told. Posing the right way, acting the right way in front of the camera, practicing just as hard and well past the time they expected him to.
When Wonbin was granted his time off, he wanted nothing more than to pass out and sleep for the entire time. While he did get the chance to sleep in, he checked his phone for your page. There was still the itch to look at you, he can’t quite remember how you looked. A slight blur of your features from how busy he’s been.
He saw a little ring around your icon. You posted a story?
Clicking on it, you were at that same cafe he saved. Running out of his room, he alerted a manager that he wanted to visit that cafe.
“You should cover up unless you want a staff member with you.”
“I can cover.”
“Go ahead.” He waved Wonbin off.
It took a train ride but Wonbin made his way to the cafe you were at. Entering the doors, he scanned the menu before looking around the cafe.
He spotted you, tucked away in the corner on your laptop. He walked up to the counter and ordered some specialty drink they made. Something with coffee and fruit. He sat near you, not close but enough to observe you.
He grabbed his drink before returning to his seat, scrolling on his phone as he glanced up at you. He saw the glimpse of earphones as you were absorbed into your work. Looking around, he noticed how everyone was busy, customers working on their things while the cafe employees were assembling or cleaning.
Wonbin enjoyed this, no eyes on him. He could relax while keeping his eyes on prey. That might be a crude way to put it but you were his prey. His fascination, his current interest, and obsession.
Seeing you pack up your things, he quickly finished his coffee before throwing it away. Keeping some distance from you as he followed you out of the cafe. He stood by the cafe while watching you walk down a street. He kept a good distance while following you. Just far enough to blend in with the crowd while also keeping his eyes exclusively on you.
You took the main roads. Walking from the cafe to somewhere only you knew. You looked around, enjoying the sights of your everyday scenery.
After following you for some time, Wonbin grew a little bored. Walking off towards another direction, slowly going back home. He walked through alleyways and busy streets before finding himself in front of an appliance store. He’d usually walk right away but they had a sale on bluetooth luggage tags.
Walking in, he investigated the items.
‘Knockoff airtags?’ He thought.
Wait.
He could use these.
Even if they were shit quality, he could utilize them. Even if they died within a day, he could use those prime hours to see you. To see where you moved and possibly where you lived.
Wonbin took two to the front counter before catching a bus home.
His week continued being as busy as the previous week. Photoshoots, filming behind the scenes, filming more shows for their youtube channel, practice, practice, and even more practice. Remember this dance for an SM concert, practice these songs for music shows, practice singing these songs for those RIIZE concerts later this year. Every corner Wonbin turned, he was moved into a practice room.
While he was being drained of every ounce of energy he had, he still found a small amount of energy to check his phone for any update from you. He usually checked your page once a day, just before he had dinner or before he fell asleep. A small update to see what you could be up to, but it seemed like you and him were more similar than he expected.
Maybe Wonbin wanted someone to live vicariously through. Someone mundane who worked and showed what they ate or movies they saw. Someone he could feel normal with, not like an idol snooping into a stranger’s personal life.
This week, he only had one day off. A small day to squeeze in as much rest or personal time as he could. Almost hoping to recreate last week, Wonbin planned on going back to that cafe. Alerting his manager, he asked Wonbin if he liked the place.
“They’re not bad, their coffee is sweeter than a lot of places.”
His manager nodded, letting him go off whenever he wanted to.
Like last week, Wonbin slept in a few hours later than usual. He checked your account and saw no updates. Still, he connected his phone to the airtag knockoff before heading over to the cafe.
Walking in, he spotted you. Same drink and same spot in the back area of the cafe. He walked up to the counter and ordered a different drink. Something caramel? He couldn’t quite remember. His mind was racing with thoughts of you.
Wonbin grabbed his drink before going back to his seat from last week. He grabbed at the airtag before placing it in his jacket pocket. Feeling his heart beat quicken with how he could drop this into your bag.
Looking at you, you were halfway finished with your drink. Wonbin scrolled on his phone, drinking his coffee while stealing glances at you. This coffee wasn’t too bad, he could see you drinking this.
Looking a little closer, he tried figuring what coffee you were drinking. It was a lighter brown color, nothing plain or dark brewed. It was similar to his, but not exactly. Wonbin made a mental note to screenshot any order you post, he saw the coffee order right on your story but it never crossed his mind to save it.
Wonbin finished his drink, walking over to dispose of his cup as he saw you pack up. You quickly packed your bag with your laptop and notebook before walking over to throw your cup away before leaving the cafe. He noticed you left your pencil case, walking over, Wonbin grabbed it to follow you.
As he stepped out, his hand moved to put the tracker into your case before racing after you. He was filled with adrenaline, chasing after you far faster than he’d anticipate.
“Excuse me! You left this.”
You turned around, wondering who was yelling in your direction.
Wonbin jogged up to you, “You left this.”
Handing you your case, “Oh my goodness.”
You placed it in your bag, “Thank you, I’m running late, I completely forgot it.”
“Thank you.” You repeated, looking up to see Wonbin’s familiar face.
“You-” You cut yourself off.
“Don’t tell anyone.” Wonbin smiled under his mask, hoping you could see the smile in his eyes as he waved you goodbye.
Wonbin walked away with a calmness he never knew he had. He was relaxed and suave, loving your flustered and shocked state. He turned to see you walking over to wherever you were heading. Taking his phone out, he saw the gps tracker move with you. For, at least, the rest of the day, he could observe you better.
He waited til he got home to check the tracker. Seeing you move to different buildings, seeing one was your job. He noted the time you clocked in and later checked when you clocked out. He watched you ride a bus home, entering an apartment complex before going to your unit.
Wonbin wished he could find out where you lived exactly, only able to see the building and which area of it you lived.
Wonbin noticed the tracker had a feature to save the details of every day. He could go back to today’s data later if he needed. If it holds a decent charge, Wonbin could see when you like to arrive at the cafe and catch you there more.
Around two in the morning, he saw you walk to a convenience store. You didn’t take your case out? Interesting. Thinking on it, people don’t always remove things in and out of their bags. If they put something in, it’s usually kept there for some time.
‘People use pens.’ he thought.
Wonbin tried falling asleep, getting as much rest as he could before repeating his schedule. Waking, he continued on his usual routine. Stylists poking and adjusting his hair and wakeup, telling him what to wear, directors and photographers telling him out to move and pose. Wonbin did as he was told, as he always did.
During their small breaks he snacked on what he was allowed before moving onto practice. The endless practices they needed to do. Singing, dancing, instruments, remember to do this and remember to do that.
He thought about the tracker, if it still worked or not. He took a break from his daily check-ins, maybe later that night he’d check up on you. It’s been a couple days.
While Wonbin was busy practicing and recording, you were relaxing during one of your few days off. Relaxing in your bed as you mindlessly napped. Hearing your doorbell ring, you slowly made your way there.
Opening the door, you saw a cardboard box. Taking it, you opened the box to find a purse you ordered, what lucky timing. Taking it to your bedroom, you played with the zipper and strap, relaxing the materials before removing the paper stuffing.
You grabbed your older bag, taking out each item before choosing what to keep and remove for your new bag, it had a bit less space than the one you’ve been using. You’ve got to utilize as much space as you can.
You took out your wallet and cosmetic bag, placing them in your new purse before grabbing at your smaller things. Placing your hand sanitizer and painkillers in there.
At the bottom of your bag you found your pencil case. Oh the one you lost at the cafe, the one Wonbin returned to you. You can still remember the shock, your face warming up as he handed you the pouch.
You opened the case, looking through your pens and pencils to pick out your favorites. You were lucky to find a purse with a pen pocket, slim enough to fit two of your favorite pens.
Looking around your case you saw a circular piece of metal. Seeing it reflect light into your eyes, your body froze.
Who put that in here?
How long has that been in here? Was this here for a day or a week? Who did this? Your mind slowly started filling with anxious thoughts. You dropped your case, fear overtaking you as you were trying to breathe. What should you even do? You have no idea how long this has been happening, this could be someone from your university or work or even a complete stranger.
You took the tracker, walking out with it. You made your way through some alleyways, walking towards a dumpster before dropping it beside the rain gutter. At best it will short circuit from the water, at worst it will slowly die from batter drainage.
You made your way back to your apartment, greeting the front desk worker.
“Y/n, honey, are you alright?”
“Yeah,” You try to keep your voice from shaking, “something weird just happened, don’t worry.”
She nodded her head, “Someone left a package for you.”
Again?
She handed you the small box.
“Really pretty boy, he was quite tall.”
“Oh?”
You thanked her before walking up to your unit. Maybe this can distract you from whatever was watching you.
You took a small box cutter to the tape. Opening the box up, you saw some plush dolls of RIIZE characters, some of their albums, the rest of the items were obstructed by a letter sitting on top of them.
Opening the small envelope,
“Hello, y/n! I never found your apartment number but I wanted to send this package to you! You’re very pretty and I wanted to make sure you received this no matter what! I hope you enjoy it :) also! Please write me back who your bias is? It was a little hard getting a plush of every member, haha. Your rockstar, Wonbinie.”
You felt your hands freeze reading his name. The letter slowly fell out of your hands and your stomach twisted and knotted.
warning: liz and reader are implied to be step/half siblings, allusions to emotional incest, mentions of violence and blood, set during the italian renaissance (characters mirror borgia siblings), mentions of treating wounds (vague descriptions but can be gross)
wc: 1.8k
a/n: was gonna post this on my main but then i made this blog! how fun! now i can write weird things without feeling guilt :D
Liz had soft skin, so soft one could compare it to a newborn. It had the faintest hint of a tan, just enough color to her skin from sitting out in the sun when she bleached her hair. You knew Liz enjoyed her soft skin, always fragrancing her baths with aromatic oils, moisturizing herself and always leaving a soft, delicate scent following her.
You admired her, some might call it vanity but when compared to your rougher hands, dry and cut from working as a nurse for a convent, it was a luxury. You cared for Liz in these details, purchasing her oils, even some for yourself when your hands cracked.
Many said you spoiled Liz, always saying she could live without the plethora of dresses or rosaries, oils or hair tools. But she was yours to care for. Liz was your little sister, maybe from another father, but your family never had the best reputation, making you look after her far more than you’d like to admit.
She’s always been so delicate. Delicate features, delicate feelings, her body was delicate, even. Liz had a habit of overdoing herself, bruising or injuring herself. And as her elder sister, you’ve always been there to scoop her up and heal her.
Being the eldest, you were forced to work with the convents, helping the nuns and being exposed to the people of Rome who saw you as an outsider, a bastard, a parasite.
You were used to this, growing up around these people made you grow thick skin. You used to hurt from their words but the longer this went on, the better you got at hiding how it made you feel.
Your younger brother was a hothead when he heard these comments. Always quick to pull a knife out, to throw a punch. You’d have to drag him out of fights, regardless of how much taller he was than you. Something people loved teasing him over, which just made him lunge further at them.
When comparing your siblings, it was easy to declare a victor. Even your father, maybe not your father but a man kind enough to marry your mother and care for you all, knew Liz was the better child. You were reliable, responsible. That’s why you were in the church, or as far in as you could get.
Your thoughts left you as you laid your brother into another straw bed, second one this week, to clean his wounds. The beds were always itchy and poked at you, usually meant for those suffering far worse injuries or illnesses. You never let the nuns bother with him, he was your responsibility and it was your job to clean him up.
It was exhausting, Rome was full of people who hated you and the brother of yours who loved “proving” himself, even when it left him bloody and half dead. During the moments you’d drag his body to your convent, you daydreamed about what Liz was doing.
How she was probably leisurely reading in the library, maybe practicing her writing. How she was walking throughout the garden, sometimes you’d look up at the sky, seeing how cloudless it was, and wonder if she was doing the same. Cloud gazing as she turned her attention back to your mother’s garden.
You let him rest for an hour before dragging him back home, moving to different patients in the convent to heal before returning home, all while getting sneered at by onlookers and neighbors.
You sigh in relief, already pulled your brother into his room to rest as you felt your day was finally over.
“Y/n? You’re back!”
Liz ran towards you, her bright smile already easing you into relaxation. She ran into your arms, hugging you tightly.
“Dear Liz, it’s been a long day.”
Her hair smelt like oranges, probably from her oils, probably from bleaching her hair with its juices.
“He’s gotten into another fight?”
Liz pulled away, arms still wrapped around your waist as she looked at the door.
“As always, never a day that goes by without some petty fight.”
“He knows this will only hurt us more, right?” Liz asked you, her brows furrowing together, lightly upturned to show her affliction.
You began walking her away from the room, “He cares about the family, in different ways than we express it, but he cares.”
She leaned against your shoulder, walking beside you, “He’s too haughty, so…” She took a moment to think of her next word, “Impulsive.”
You laughed, “He is, he is. But we still have to look after him, we still have to look after each other.”
You both relaxed in the villa’s atrium, sat playing cards while enjoying the last hours of daylight. Finally with your sister, you feel refreshed, relaxed. The stress of today can melt right off of you. No worries of what the convent is up to, no worries of what is being said by your neighbors.
With the dimming glow of sunset, you set your card down, a lopsided smile stretching on your face when Liz tries to find a card of hers to set down.
“I have a tricky feeling you’re cheating.”
You laugh, “And how does one cheat at this game?”
“I will have to figure that out, dear sister.”
She set her card down, facing defeat at you won another round. You continue to laugh as you pack the cards up.
“You’ll have to teach me your tricks.” She said.
“Oh, but only when our brother is feeling well enough to play, then you’ll be able to win every round.”
“Will I?” She asked, eyes shining.
“With everything in my power.”
“Everything?” She walked up beside you.
You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss into her cheek, warm and soft.
“Everything.”
The next morning you were ready to return to work. It was interesting meeting the women, willingly and unwillingly confined to their churches and quarters. Some were poor and needed a place to live, others were noble but were rejected by their families. For some this was their only chance at education. Such unique circumstances.
Of all places, this could be the safest place for Liz. In your eyes, at least.
You knew how cruel men are. How they fight and harass, the little respect they give each other let alone those who they deem are lesser than. You’re fearful of the day she might get married. Your poor Liz forced into a marriage and held captive in a man’s house.
At least here she could get an education, she’s always loved learning. She’s always loved showing her handwriting and music lessons, how quickly she can read, how many languages she could learn.
Deep down you knew these were only features to show off to attract a wealthier man, one who could elevate her in society, ensure she never has to work and keep her clothed or fed.
You knew your job as the eldest and you knew her fate, you only wish it could wait a little longer or halt altogether. Enough to advocate for her position in the convent. Yes her hair would be cut, yes it would return to it’s brown color, but she’d be far safer.
But she would still be too far from you. She’d have others looking after her, an abbess or two. Even other nuns who watch out for each other. Tutors who could teach her latin and sciences.
Too far for comfort.
You were her protections, her shield. You were the one tucking her into bed, pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead and telling her to sleep peacefully. You were the one protecting her from your brother or neighbors trying to make her upset and cry. You carried her when her legs grew tired, you helped curl her hair and spread citrus juices to keep it blonde. You may not have had a choice in it, but you were her knight. You were the one keeping her happy and safe.
You walked into the convent, veiled appropriately and prepared to help the sisters and nuns with their duties. You usually helped with sick patients, healing wounds and getting people around, or you carried errands to and from marketplaces. You’ve never quite noticed how nuns never left their convents, too focused on your brother or merchants selling wares to really pay attention to the lack of sisters walking around Rome.
You were sure today was an errand day, yesterday wasn’t, and unless they paid another woman to come and deliver meats and flour, they were going to have you do it. You walked to the usual offices, following an Abbess to the infirmary. You were really hoping today was an errand day.
She sat you beside some nuns, not unhealthy but they probably had some cut or problem. One was telling you about the infection the other had growing along her hand, it looked like an accident in the kitchen.
“Sister Agnes, you’re far too fragile to continue working.”
You grabbed her hand, grabbing a small knife from your work bag to cut the top layer of infection off. It was a harsh sight but somehow far prettier than others you’ve seen.
“So you’ve said a hundred times.” She replied, croaky and raspy.
“Please stick to breads or plating, knives are far too sharp for you.”
“I’ve tried telling her,” A nun beside Agnes said, “she’s too stubborn.”
Your eyebrow raised, not surprised at the comment. You took a small candle, turning her hand to cauterize the wound. This has worked before, hopefully it will work again.
This wasn’t work for Liz. She hated seeing the scrapes on her own knees, let alone an actual wound on someone else. You made sure to keep her far from your brother after his fights. Beaten and bruised, scabs forming on his body. You’re sure the sight would terrorize her and stay in her mind, tormenting her thoughts.
You were sure the only place Liz was safe at was with you. You also knew there was no chance your parents wouldn’t marry her off. A terrible dilemma, one always hushed around Liz. Your mother was always careful with her words when Liz discussed marriage. Her flowery language and romantic ideas of what her husband would do for her.
The thought made your stomach flip. You knew your thoughts would continue to plague you, regardless of what will happen, nothing will turn out right. Liz would miss you, you would miss her. She’s shipped off as a bride or as a nun.
Bandaging the wound, you let Sister Agnes rest, urging her relax before going back to work. You walked towards the Abbess, trying to distract yourself from your thoughts.
