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Ultraviolence — P.SH

pairing: Prisoner Seonghwa x fem reader

synopsis: You decide to send a letter to an inmate out of curiosity. Thinking he’d never get out of prison, you tell him things you never shared with anyone else before. Seonghwa decides to fulfill one of those things for you. (this idea came to me after watching love after lockup lol)

Tw: Cnc , rough sex, spanking , Mc is naive and kind of a dum dum, do NOT send letters to inmates, dirty talk, degradation squirting, spitting in mouth, face slapping, unprotected sex, overstimulation, the word rape is mentioned. (Do not bothering reading if that makes you uncomfortable. I’m not your babysitter and any hate will just get you blocked.) I didn’t proofread because I’m lazy, if im missing another warning lmk.

You ran fast, backpack jostling behind you. You pushed past people walking along the street, wanting to get home as soon as you could.

There’s has to be something that every person looks forward to every day of their life—or at the very least, every week.

Yours is this.

You quickly reach the lobby of your apartment building, walking towards the room where each unit’s mails were placed and start looking for your own. You pushed your key in, twisting and pulling until it opened only to be met with nothing.

It’s empty.

Again.

It’s been three weeks now and you fear that you have gotten a little too attached. You expected a reply a week after you sent your mail, it was always like that. It’s like a routine now.

It’s been a year since you started sending mails to an inmate that went by the name Park Seonghwa. You started doing so after scrolling through the internet for hours and saw a person sharing about her experiences in sending mails to a person in prison. It didn’t sound so bad, she made it sound like it wasn’t something people should be scared of and encouraged more to start doing the same.

You weren’t opposed to the idea.

Your friend warned you about it though, Wooyoung specifically; a senior in the university you’re currently a sophomore in. Wooyoung looks at you incredulously, as if you just said the most foolish idea you had ever come up with.

“You should really get off the internet,” Wooyoung says, voice low as he tried to keep in mind that you were in a public place. A library, to be more specific, where people are busy studying either for exams or projects.Wooyoung turns back to the book he was reading, pushing his eyeglass higher on the bridge of his nose with a twist of his wrist.

“It doesn’t seem so bad, Woo. I’ve been doing some research and they said that doing so could give you a sense of fulfilment,” You explain, trying to convince Wooyoung that it is, in some ways, a good idea.

“If it’s just fulfilment you’re looking for, Y/N, there are many other ways to feel fulfilled,” Wooyoung rationalises, eyebrows curving in worry as he stares at you. “Besides, these are criminals we’re talking about—”

“Some could just be falsely accused. You never know,” You cut off, shrugging your shoulders.

“I know but I mean, you don’t know which ones. They’re master manipulators!” Wooyoung says, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to meet your eyes.

You exhale, eyes looking anywhere but at Wooyoung. Maybe it was a bad idea. Wooyoung sighs, reaching for your arm resting on the table and caresses your skin with his thumb. His hold warm and strong, “Are there things you wish to talk about? I’m right here, you know?”

You breathe out a laugh, shaking your head as you finally meet Wooyoung’s gaze. “I know that, Wooyoung,” you say, tapping his hand that was still holding you. “And it’s not that, I just want to try and be of help, maybe they need friends. It must feel lonely there, right? Besides, I won’t be revealing too much. I’ll just send a letter and if they don’t reply then I’ll take that as a sign that it’s a bad idea.” You shrug.

Wooyoung stares at you for a beat longer, eyes looking from one eye to the other before he breathes out a heavy sigh, shoulders sagging.

He looks down to his book, tapping his pen on it before he looks back at you who just confided in him about something that’s a little troubling. Wooyoung was just looking out for your safety, above all. But you were also old enough to know about what you were getting yourself into and Wooyoung knows that you know that.

So, he sighs, defeated. “Okay, but if anything happens. Tell me, okay?” Wooyoung says, staring straight at you with all the seriousness he could muster. A smile breaks out across your face, as if his approval was all you needed. “I promise, thank you Woo.”

You knew what you should and should not do when sending a letter to a prisoner, after all, they are in prison for a reason. They’re criminals who could manipulate, take advantage of, or use someone for their gain. But you tried hard not to think too much about it. After all, you believe that humans are capable of change.

So you scroll through the website with the highest recommendation of the netizens to use when writing to an inmate. There are a lot of things you could talk about with a stranger. The idea of anonymity and the thought of them basically being a stranger without knowledge of what you look like brings you comfort due to the fact that you could never meet this person since he’s locked up somewhere.

So even if you told him something about yourself, the man could never do anything about the information. And you take comfort in that fact.There were various prisoners listed there who were looking for a pen pal, their picture plastered above their names and age.

So you scroll through a hundred profiles, staring as you cringe in slight fear at the look on some people’s faces. You try hard not to discriminate but the tattoos on their faces, their sharp eyes and huge bodies makes you shiver at the thought of what they’re capable of.

You aren't sure that you’ll find anyone you're comfortable enough to send a letter to, or most of them don’t even seem like they’ll reply to some college student sending a letter with the thought that maybe you’re just doing it for the fun of it.

You were just about to scroll again when a certain profile stopped you in your tracks. He’s no different from the other inmates, he has the same sharp eyes the rest do, piercing, cold and indifferent. He’s staring at the camera as if it's the one that committed a crime against him and you shiver at his gaze.

But aside from his eyes, he seemed…too soft to be in prison. You click on his profile, and find out that the crimes he had committed to end up in prison are not listed on his profile. To prevent people from being scared of sending letters or because of a whole other reason, you aren't sure, but you mostly think it’s the former. You start reading his profile, eyebrows furrowed at the fact there was only minimal information written there.

Park Seonghwa, #713933M

28 years old

I like music and I like to write. I can play the guitar. Anyone is welcome to send me mail. We could talk about anything.

Life before prison: Songwriter

Sentence: 91 years

Can you write through email?: No.

You contemplate as you read through his profile once more before deciding to go for it.

There was no specific reason why it made you choose to write to this man named Park Seonghwa. There really was none. He even seemed like the type that would never reply to mails that don't pique his interest.

Nonetheless, you wrote him one:

Hello!

My name is Y/N L/N. I’m a sophomore in college. I just turned (age) last (birth month)

I’m sending this letter to you because...

You pause, you know you just can’t write because you wanted to or because I’m curious it would seem like you’re mocking those people who are behind bars. You could be carefree sometimes but you weren’t careless.So you think about it, you can’t figure out what to say so you just go back to it and write what you deem appropriate to say.

I’m thinking maybe you’d need a friend from the outside to talk with. You’re not obligated to reply to me. I just want to send you this letter to ask about you and how you are there.

I look forward to hearing from you! I hope we can be friends. :)

Sincerely,

Y/N L/N

The thought of it being too simple and plain crossed your mind, but you figured you couldn’t really say too much in the first letter. It would be too overwhelming to talk about many things on the first meeting, who would want that the first time a person meets someone.

So you resorted to a short and simple message, put it in an envelope and wrote your address as the nearest post office to your apartment building.It’s advice you had gotten from the internet, to not put your real address on the mail since of course, if ever—which is highly unlikely—this person does get out or escapes prison, he won’t be able to locate you even if he tries.

So you input the recipient’s name along with the address of the prison he’s in before going to the post office. After all those things, you began to wait. You didn’t exactly expect an immediate reply, you weren’t even thinking that the man would reply, but deep inside you hoped he would.

Nonetheless, you never bothered checking in the post office. You were loaded with schoolwork during the whole week, too occupied to even have anything else cross your mind aside.

The library was packed, multiple students occupied each chair available and there were more people entering. It seemed they were all on the same boat as you were. It did not give you the slightest bit of comfort.

Just one more day, you remind yourself. Just one more, and this will all be over.

You tap your pen on your book, finding yourself spacing out more than actually focusing on what you needed to be reading. You rub your temple, eyes closing heavily in frustration.

You finally decide to just close your book after another moment of your mind spacing out, the sound almost echoing in the building surprises you. Your eyes widened, shoulders tensing in shame as some heads raised in question. You try hard not to meet their eyes as you pack your things up, hoping no one recognizes you.

You leave the campus and trod the usual street home. Your apartment building isn’t that far from the campus but it wasn’t close either. Nonetheless, you usually enjoy the walk home.It was a quiet walk, your phone clenched tightly in your hand when the thought finally crossed your mind. You weren't exactly counting how long it had been, but as far as you could remember it’s been more than a week since you had sent your letter to a certain someone.

You turn fast, building up your speed in excitement to reach the post office as soon as you can. It didn’t take long before you were already in front, eyes wide as you went to the counter. “Anything for me? Y/N L/N?”

The man stares at you, a little surprised at your outburst but you just stared back with equally wide eyes, eager to know whether you had received a reply or not.

The man starts looking at the countless envelopes, reading each of them before he finally sees the one with your name written on it. “Here,” The man hands it to you.

You take it, reading the addressee and your eyes widened at the name that became familiar on your tongue. “Thank you!”

You run out, a wide smile on your face as you hurried home. You couldn’t believe you received a letter back and you couldn’t spare another second to see what the letter contained.

You pushed the apartment door open after you had typed in the code, the door automatically closing behind you as you removed your shoes with lightning speed, letting them lay messily on the foyer as you walked deeper inside the room and dropped your bag on the floor.

You sit on the wooden floor, crossing your legs as you panted heavily. Your back rests on the foot of the couch, the wood beneath you warm; the comfort of your home embracing you like a hug. You push a stray hair behind your ear, before reaching for the opening of the envelope and start to tear.

You take a deep breath in, and try hard not to read it too fast.

It reads:

Hello, Y/N.

I’m glad you decided to send me a letter.

My name is Park Seonghwa and I’m 28 years old. You can probably already tell that because of my profile, huh?

Life here in prison isn’t that great actually but I get pretty busy so the day passes by quickly. I made a few friends here, one of them is Hongjoong, he’s in the same prison cell as I am. We both have life sentences so we bond over that fact. But it’s nice to have a friend outside these prison bars so I’m looking forward to talking with you, Y/N.

How’s college life so far? Was it everything you ever hoped for? Do you have friends? How are you?

Just tell me about yourself in general and don’t hold back. I’m open with any topic we could talk about.

I’m looking forward to your next letter, Y/N.

Sincerely,

Park Seonghwa

You let out a sigh you didn’t even realise you were holding.

Your face was numb from smiling the whole time and you couldn’t help but to let out a small squeal. Seonghwa’s handwriting was a little messy but it surprisingly goes along with the way he looks.

He seems open and kind. And you’re probably just being naive but all the warnings you heard from Wooyoung just went way past your head.

You hurried over to your study table and started writing your reply.

Hi, Seonghwa!

I’m so happy to hear from you. I didn’t expect to actually receive a reply from you but I am so glad you decided to send me one. It must be hard in there, but I’m glad you have someone to talk and relate with.

My life is pretty boring so I don't know what to tell you. All I did after I sent you the letter was study the whole time, it’s our exam week so of course, I had to. It’s hard but I manage, tomorrow is the last day of my exams and I can finally rest until summer break.

I don’t have many friends, aside from Wooyoung. He’s the only friend I have ever had since I started college. I didn’t expect college to be any different from high school and surprisingly, I was right. Aside from the heavier workload and level of seriousness, everything is pretty much just the same. Or maybe it’s just me.

I’m sorry, there’s really nothing that’s interesting about me. I hope you’ll understand.

But when you receive this mail, just know that I’m well.

How about you? I’d like to know more about you and I look forward to getting to know you as well.

Sincerely,

Y/N L/N

You quickly wrap the letter up, leaving at the same time to go to the post office to have it sent. You’re not exactly sure when you’ll receive the next reply but no one would be stopping you from dropping by every day.

It became a part of your life ever since then.

What you thought would start as something not so serious and child’s play lasted a year. The amount of commitment you both had in sending each other letters had you wondering sometimes. But you were just happy whenever you received a letter with your name written at the back of the envelope in Seonghwa’s handwriting.

It started from something casual, from you both asking about how your lives have been, information about yourselves, interests, hobbies and principles in life, until it grew into something personal you, not surprisingly, expected it to be.

You become open with any information about each other and you find yourself sharing everything you normally wouldn’t share with anyone—even Wooyoung. Maybe it’s because of the fact that you would never get to meet Seonghwa face to face (although, at some point, you started wishing you could) but you can’t tell, Seonghwa just feels like someone who will always be free from judgement.

... really, baby? I didn’t expect that from you. You just never seemed to be the type that will be into that sort of stuff. I admit I’m surprised but it’s good to know that you’re aware of what you like and what you do not want.

Have you tried talking about this with anyone yet? A boyfriend, perhaps? Or maybe friends with benefits? Fuck buddies? Do you want to try that with someone you love or is it fine even if it wasn’t? How would you like it to happen? How about aftercare?

Your cheeks grow hot, and you immediately start fanning your face with the letter the moment you finish reading it, savoring the way Seonghwa spoke to you—how he called you baby. The first time he’d said it, it had taken you nearly ten minutes to calm down.

At this point, you had told Seonghwa almost everything about yourself to the point that there’s nothing left to hide. Seonghwa’s aware what program you were majoring in, your university, your siblings, parents and he even started addressing the mail to your apartment building so you could easily check whenever a letter would arrive.

There’s no harm done, and a year has already passed. You doubt there would be anything bad that’s going to happen now, you’re way past those thoughts. Seonghwa’s got a life sentence, you doubt he’ll ever get out of prison or would even try to break out of it.

And Seonghwa made you feel safe, as if everything about him and everything he ever told you would be safe.

So you don't think anything could happen at this point.

You can’t tell exactly when your letters started transitioning into something that’s edging on intimate, maybe it’s the writer in him or maybe it was just natural of him, but Seonghwa just has his way with words that he smoothly transitions into calling you a term of endearment.

But you didn’t find it in you to point it out, or even try to correct the man.

You were too over the moon to even try, so you said nothing about it.

And Seonghwa continues doing so.

It was a hopeless kind of relationship you shared if you started wishing for something more than just this. So you try hard to limit yourself in thinking about Seonghwa, after all, this is nothing but just a fleeting moment for the both of you.

I actually haven’t tried yet. I’m too scared to even try. I might seem like the type who doesn’t care sometimes but I’m afraid that people would start thinking I’m weird once I told them about what I like.

It’s not everyday you learn that someone loves being forcibly violated during intercourse so it has been nothing else but just a fantasy of mine. Maybe someday, but I don’t know if I would ever meet someone who would be into that.

I don’t have a boyfriend and I’ve had one night stands here and there. I don’t want it to be extremely planned out, I like the spontaneity of it, take me by surprise type of thing. Does that make me sound like a pervert? I think it does. I’m sorry.

You send your reply, only slightly embarrassed about the contents of the letter since you’ve been talking about stuff like this for months now. Seonghwa has helped you discover things you didn’t know about yourself.

The man was too intelligent, filled with random knowledge even you didn’t know. Maybe it came with his age. It was either Seonghwa was naturally a genius or there’s just a lot of things you don’t know.

It was exactly four days later when you received a reply, opening the mailbox to see a letter from no one else but Seonghwa.

You readied yourself to read a long letter once you had reached your apartment, but you didn’t expect to see a paper containing only a sentence. Seonghwa has never done that before, so to see him do so made you frown in confusion.

What’s your safe word?

You read it once more, and then read it again. You reach for the envelope, turning it over to see that it did come from Seonghwa and it was addressed to you so there really was no mistake.

You thought a lot about it, and wondered why that was the only thing he had sent you since he usually sends two to three pages long.

But you still stand up, going to the study table and grabbing your pen. You pause and stare at the blank paper, thinking about what else you should write but considering Seonghwa didn’t answer your past questions and answered you with a single question, you resorted to doing the same.

You don't know what Seonghwa wants to do with the information but you answered him honestly. Like you always did.

Just the basics. The traffic light system, green, continue. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop everything immediately. Unless I say them, everything I say is not considered, like no, or stop. All that stuff.

Why?

The moment you sent that letter, you never received a reply from Seonghwa again.

You wondered whether you had gone a little overboard in sharing your preferences. Anxiously you think about how maybe you had finally weirded Seonghwa out after everything you had told him.

You’re aware it wasn’t normal, considering it’s something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. But you thought Seonghwa understood. He had indulged you, asked you about it, encouraged you, and comforted you—reassuring you that there was nothing wrong with having kinks that fell outside what most people consider typical.

You were grateful that you could finally talk about it openly with someone—grateful that Seonghwa understood you and was someone you could rely on. He made you feel there was nothing wrong with wanting to be forced beyond your limits during sex, and that it was a good thing to know yourself so well. It left you feeling more at ease with what you wanted.

You thought you had finally built up the confidence to try something you’d wanted for a long time, especially after Seonghwa kept telling you not to be afraid of any judgement.

But since his silence, it was as if you went back to where you first started again. Way back to your hometown, surfing the internet hoping it had the answers to why you wanted to be taken against your will and why the thought of it turned you on.

That feeling of anxiety started creeping in on you again just like it had back then.

You should’ve listened when Wooyoung warned you about it. When he had spoken about how prisoners could easily manipulate someone. If you have heeded his warnings then maybe you wouldn't be feeling this way now.

Tomorrow would mark three weeks since you’d sent your letter. Seonghwa had never gone this long without replying, so if there was still nothing waiting for you when you got home tomorrow, you’d decided you would force yourself to let it go and start moving on.

Even then, you knew it would take a long time before you could truly forget.

You stopped by your mailbox right after you had come home from a night class you dreaded having. Your heart was hammering in your chest, nervous and all the more hopeful that there would be something inside, an envelope that contained a letter and bore Seonghwa’s handwriting in it.

But you were met with disappointment when you tugged it open and found nothing.

Your mouth pursed, heart sinking as you closed the metal loudly. You considered staying there, lumping down the floor to curl up and bask on the lingering feeling of pain and betrayal in your chest. But you push yourself to start walking towards the elevator, trying so hard to suppress the tears threatening to fall as you walk inside the elevator.

Your mind spaces out, the tears you were trying so hard to hold back finally vanishes and results into blank—empty.

You walk out of the elevator when it chimes, signaling your arrival to your floor. You were way too out of your mind as you walked along the hallway, not even noticing your surroundings, too deep in your feelings to even start worrying about anything else.

You stand right in front of your apartment door, shoulders sagging as your hands reach out to type the code in. Your eyes were distant, mind blank as you sighed.

There’s usually no one along the halls at this time of the night since people resorted to resting in their units. You rarely see your neighbours even except in the mornings when people tend to get busy especially on weekdays.

So when someone crept up behind you without making a sound—the warmth of their presence sending a shiver across your skin—you froze where you stood.

Your movements paused and your eyes widened, rising from its gaze on your hands on the pad to looking ahead right at the wood of your apartment door.

Your first thought was it could be a ghost, or a creepy feeling you had never felt before in your entire life, something paranormal and scary—but when you felt something sharp placed right on the side of your torso, you finally got the idea of what was happening.

Your heart began to race, and sweat started to gather on your forehead as a wave of adrenaline washed over you.

You raise your hands slightly, trembling in fear as the man grabs you by the shoulder while the other stays right at your side while holding something—which you could suspect as nothing else but a knife.

“Open the door,” The man commands. His voice was deep and a little raspy, and the power it held had you automatically obeying.

You immediately continue with typing your code in, turning it to the side and twisting it open. The man behind you pushes you in and follows right after you.

Your head was tucked, fear overcoming you as all thoughts circled your mind. What could this man possibly want? What could you even offer? You have nothing. You’re not even that rich to be involved in this kind of incident. You surely don't have enemies as far as you know. So why the hell was this happening?

“I-I don’t have much money,” you begin, words stuttering out as you continue looking ahead, refusing to turn as this might trigger the man. “But you could take anything—everything, I have my laptop over there and my phone—my money is—“

The man chuckles, in amusement or in a way to mock you—you don't know and you could care less. You just want to know what this man wants from you, “That’s not what I want.”

You pause, wondering what else the man could take from you aside from material things.

One thing came into your mind, but you deeply hoped that wasn’t the case.

“Turn around,” The man orders.

You did as you were told, albeit hesitantly. You refused to look at the man’s face when you had made a full turn, eyes cast down to the floor.

There was a moment of silence and you were so close to tears when you felt a warmth on your chin, forcing you to lift your face and you did, trembling in fear as you followed the movement and you finally got to see the man’s face.

“What else can you offer?” The man says with a tilt of his head and a smirk on his lips.

You stared, taking in the sight of the man in front of you, and your face relaxed—contorting into something akin to relief as realization dawned on you.

You haven't seen this man in person, nor have you met him personally even once, but you know him. You were just exchanging letters with him a few weeks ago, talking about everything you could never talk about to anyone and shame finally overcame you.

Your fear was gone in an instant, almost non-existent as embarrassment took its place.

You almost utter out the man’s name, but Seonghwa comes close, wrapping you up in his warmth as his lips graze your ear.

Seonghwa was tall, and the way he carried himself—the way he stood, the weight of his presence—made you want to shrink into yourself.

Seonghwa’s hand rounds your body, reaching behind you, hand low before it finally comes in contact with the supple flesh of your ass.

You gasp, eyes widening in surprise as you try to hold back any more sounds you could make as Seonghwa starts to caress you there.

You don't know what to do with yourself nor where this was leading to. You haven't even talked to him in three weeks now, and seeing him here was more than just a surprise.

But the way Seonghwa was holding you, the way he had started whatever he was doing to you excited you to no end. This was what you were just talking about with him a few weeks before, and now Seonghwa’s giving you exactly what you wanted.

“Please … stop,” you mutter, voice weak and quiet as you shut your eyes tight. The words coming to you naturally, your skin prickling, buzzing with heat as the thought of what’s happening burns your loins.

A smile spreads across Seonghwa’s lips. He didn’t expect you to play along immediately considering you had never seen each other in person like this. He expected you to push him away or tell him to leave.

He guesses you really are just too fucked in the head.

Lucky him.

Seonghwa pulls away, seeing that your eyes are shut tight and he grinds his teeth. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you into a kiss and you push on his chest, lips shut tight as Seonghwa tries to force them open with his tongue.

He grabs your jaw, tightening his hold to coax your mouth open and you wince, the pain unbearable. You had no choice but to open your mouth, welcoming his tongue in.

There were so many thoughts circling your mind, so many questions you wanted to ask—confusions you hoped he would finally clear up after you’d gone so long without hearing from him.

But you couldn’t think straight as the lust flooded your mind. You could feel your panties getting wet at the contact of Seonghwa’s thigh in between your legs.

The man was everything but gentle, he pushed you backwards by walking forward, hand still clutching you by the jaw as your lips did not break contact. You weren’t even reciprocating the action.

You were just there, mouth slacked and tongue lolled out as Seonghwa sucked you in as if he’s been starved for so long and you whined at the thought of being used.

You push on his chest, finding the man unbudging before the back of your knees make contact with your bed and you fall against the sheets, forcing your mouths to break.

You sit there, looking up at the man who was looking down at you , eyes clouded with lust and you turn away, catching your breath. You already know where this is leading to but you don't know what Seonghwa’s planning.

Seonghwa pushes his hair back, reaching for his pants and unzips it. He positions himself right where you sit in front of him, your brows furrow as you sit there looking up at him.

He pulls his dick out, stroking himself a few times before he grabs your hair, forcing you to turn your head towards his dick and he smiles at the sight of it.

You pull back, trying to turn away but the hold Seonghwa had on you had you stilling, his grip against your hair tight and painful.

“Suck,” he says, voice authoritative as he grazes the head of his cock against your lips. The action made your pussy clench, finding yourself getting wetter at the thought of him forcing you to take him down your throat.

“N-No,” you beg, pressing your lips together but his hold on your hair tightens making you hiss in pain.

“I wasn’t asking,” Seonghwa grunts, gaze piercing and you shiver.

Your eyebrows pinched together and tears welled up at the edge of your eyes, but your mouth fell open slightly, until Seonghwa opened it wider by thrusting his dick in without remorse.

You choke, pulling back at the force, pushing him by his hips but Seonghwa holds you there, laughing at your struggle.

“If you don’t do it properly, you’re gonna choke. Come on,” he pulls his hips back, giving you time to readjust before he pushes once more, thrusting his dick in and this time, your throat is more relaxed as tears fall down your cheeks.

Seonghwa’s mouth falls open, almost cumming at the face you were making. You looked so pretty, eyes filled with tears looking up at him, eyebrows pinched as you glared, mouth full with his dick, sitting there, pliant and powerless as you let him use you.

“If I feel teeth, I’ll kill you right here,” he threatens and your throat tightens around his cock as you whine.

Seonghwa groaned, throwing his head back as he thrusts in your mouth, gradually getting rougher and faster. It had you closing your eyes, hands raising once more to hold him by his hips to slow him down but the man refused to do so.

“Your throat is twitching, do you actually like that, huh?” He grunts, panting as he chases his high.

You find yourself choking in discomfort and you try to pull away once more, pushing yourself up further by the bed in hopes of getting away.

Seonghwa lets you go, his cock coming out of your mouth filled with spit and his precum. You heave, catching your breath as if drowned.

Seonghwa watches you, amusement dancing in his eyes as you climb up the bed until the back of your head collides with the wall, finding yourself cornered.

“I haven't even cum yet,” He mutters, climbing up the bed on his knees as he strokes himself, his cock dripping wet. Your hand raises, covering your mouth with the back of it.

“Please … no more, I can’t do it,” You plead, turning your face away.

“You were amazing, baby. It’s like you were born to be used,” Seonghwa says, voice mocking and the smile on his face sinister.

You look at him in fear when he grabs your hair once more, he holds his dick with the other and lines it up again against your lips.

His cock grazes your lips, his precum spreading on it and he bites his bottom lip at the sight. “So pretty, aren’t you? How many dicks has this mouth sucked, huh?”

Seonghwa slaps his cock against your lips teasingly as your eyes scrunch close in humiliation. You’re pretty sure there was a wet spot forming in the middle of your jeans from everything he was doing to you. You hated how much you loved this but it was everything you ever wanted.

“Open wide, baby,” He says and you do so, not wanting to disobey the man further and push the wrong buttons.

Seonghwa thrusts fast almost immediately, chasing the high he was on earlier and you keep your eyes closed, throat clenching sporadically as he holds you still, face pressed right against his pubes as warmth finally spreads across your throat.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, gulping down the spurts of cum Seonghwa was releasing in your mouth as he refused to pull away, determined to make you swallow everything and you did just that, choking and gasping for air.

You hadn't even fully recovered when he tugs you down, turning you over, and forcibly bends your body across the bed face shoved in the pillows causing you to tremble.

“Wait—Please, haven’t you had enough?” You say, voice scratchy and breathless as you try to look over your shoulder at Seonghwa but he firmly holds you by the nape.

“You call a mediocre blowjob enough? Who would be satisfied with that?” Seonghwa chuckles, the sound is too humiliating to your ears.

Seonghwa towers behind you, pushing you harder on the bed when you try to struggle. The man hovers right behind your head, you feel the hand on your nape let loose only to reach for your hands on each side of your body to tie them together behind you.

You freeze, heart hammering loud in your chest at the thought of being unable to fight back or do anything but lay there and take whatever he was going to do to you.

A familiar heat swept across your skin, and you squeezed your eyes shut as a whine escaped you, mentally berating yourself for being so obvious.

Seonghwa chuckles, almost breaking out of his own character and pushes himself up after successfully tying your wrists with his belt.

He hovers behind you once more, hands pressing on either side of your head as he lowers his face right at your ear and whispers, “Isn’t this supposed to be the part where you struggle, baby? You love it too much, you're breaking out of your own character.”

You grit your teeth, wiggling your body and thumping your head back to try to knock him off balance to no avail. “Let go of me.”

Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, amazed at the shift, and smirks at your struggle. "You do realise you're not going anywhere, right? I'm going to fuck you, and you're going to take it whether you want it or not. But judging from the back of your jeans, I don't think that's going to be an issue."

He shifted back and flipped your body over so you were on your back, and you gasped at the sudden movement, your wrists still locked together behind you.

Seonghwa grabs your jaw, forcibly making you turn to face him and spares no time smashing his lips against yours. You clench your jaw tightly when his tongue tries to pry your mouth open.

The hold on your jaw tightens in retaliation, the stinging pain making you wince. You were left with no choice but to relax your jaw, unable to bear the pain as his tongue made its way into your mouth.

Seonghwa was relentless. It was as if he was sucking you in just like before. The hold he had on your jaw was more relaxed now, just angling your head to lift it higher so he could kiss you better—deeper.

You whimper as he sucks on your tongue, fidgeting and rubbing your thighs together for some sort of relief for your neglected pussy that’s been left untouched.

Seonghwa seems to notice this. He lowers both his hands, easily unbuttoning your jeans and yanking down the zipper. You struggle once more, all the more surprised and overwhelmed.

“Wait—” you blurt, frantic. You turn your face to the side to break the kiss, and Seonghwa’s lips collide with your cheek.

You try to reach for his hands on instinct until you remember that your hands are still bound, and you whimper in helplessness as Seonghwa finishes pulling down the rest of your jeans along with your panties. Seonghwa relishes the sight of you naked from the waist down in front of him as he drops the items to the floor.

He spreads your legs open and you immediately turn your head away in humiliation as if that would make you feel less exposed but it didn’t, not even one bit and fresh tears gathered in your eyes from the shame.

Your hole twitched and Seonghwa smiled, no matter how much you tried to deny it, he knows just as much as you do that you loved this.

It would take a fool not to notice.

And Seonghwa’s not a fool.

He fits himself between your legs, rubbing his cock against your bare cunt, and feels you trembling against him—whether in shame or excitement, he couldn't exactly tell. "You're a pervert," he whispered in your ear, leaning down.

You whimper, biting your bottom lip, embarrassed that Seonghwa thinks you’re a pervert—and that he knows it, too.

You’d been physically open and vulnerable with one-night stands before, but none of them knew what you liked the way he did. And even though you were excited and looking forward to what would happen next, you couldn’t ignore the humiliation and shame simmering beneath your skin.

But you find yourself liking that as well.

So, Seonghwa’s right.

You are a pervert.

Seonghwa grinds his hips forward again, lingering for another moment as he revels in the way his cock rubs against your slit and brushes your clit. You can't help thrusting your hips up to meet his, your eyes fluttering in pleasure.

You don't even notice when he swiftly inserts two fingers into your entrance, making you throw your head back—you weren't prepared for the sudden intrusion. Still, you try to fight it, pulling your hips away, but Seonghwa only grows more persistent. One hand reaches out to hold your hip still while the other pushes his fingers deeper inside you until they're buried knuckle-deep, drawing an involuntary moan from your lips.

Fuck, you're so tight," Seonghwa cursed, his mind flashing with images of his cock sliding in and out of you instead of his fingers. His fingers graze against the gummy walls of your pussy, looking for something that he knew without a doubt would add to your pleasure.

He knew he found it when your thighs began to shake, your breathing growing faster and heavier, resulting in you squirming even harder, trying to get away from Seonghwa’s relentless onslaught.

“Stop! Stop! Wait, please—slow down!” You beg, eyes wide in panic as you grow nearer to your climax but that only riled Seonghwa up.

Unless he heard exactly the word that signified it being too much for you, he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

“Stop—Please! I’m coming!!” You scream, voice high and pitchy. Your thighs close, trapping Seonghwa’s arm in between your legs as if that would stop him.

Seonghwa arches his fingers, pushing against that one spot inside of you so hard you choke on a moan, coming hard and fast, your thighs shake, mouth falling open as your eyes fight to stay open.

He pulls his fingers out, his hand wet with your release almost to the point it reaches his wrist and laughs before licking it off of his fingers. Sweat gathered at his forehead, making his hair stick to it and he pushed it back with his free hand.

“I fucking knew you would be good for this,” Seonghwa comments, looking down at you as you shivered from how hard your orgasm was.

You roll onto your side, curling in on yourself as much as your bound arms allow, trying to ride out the afterglow—but Seonghwa doesn’t give you any time.

He tugs on your shoulder, making you turn to face him once more and you do, eyes hooded and hazy as you look up at the man who stares down at you with lust and satisfaction swimming in his eyes.

“Open your mouth,” he commands, holding you by the jaw.

You were way past fighting back now, so you do as he says, mouth falling open at the command and Seonghwa’s gaze lowers to your mouth. “Tongue out.”

You did what you were told and rolled your tongue out, the muscle wet and Seonghwa gathered saliva in his mouth, spitting it right into your own and closed it with his hold on your chin.

“Swallow, bitch.” He says and you don’t hesitate, groaning at the action. Seonghwa slaps your cheek, the force leaving a mark on your skin and you whimper slowly, eyes closing in a daze.

It was so filthy, so dirty and lewd, you couldn’t believe how much you liked it.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praises. His hand grips your chin, holding you by the cheek as he caresses you there, and you nuzzle into his palm on instinct.

He grabs your shoulder again, turning you over, and pushes your head down into the pillow. “Raise your hips.”

You do so obediently, knees holding you up as you present yourself for Seonghwa to see and he smiles, loving the obedience.

“What a good bitch I have right here. Should I just lock you up? Keep you out of the world and tie you up right here, just for me, hmm? Just for me to use and fuck whenever I want.”

You shake your head despite the difficulty, appalled at what Seonghwa suggested and the man just laughs at your reaction. You’ve been panting so hard, mouth falling open as spit drips from your lips. You don’t know what to do with yourself, you have never been so lost in pleasure like this.

“I think you would be a great cock sleeve, baby.”

Seonghwa raises his hand, slapping one of your ass cheeks harshly and it immediately starts to sting. You wince at the pain, body jolting up at the force as you feel something drip out of your pussy.

You have never been like this before.

“Fucking slut,” Seonghwa whispers, landing another slap on the other cheek and your toes curl.

Seonghwa tugs on his cock, inching closer to your awaiting hole before he notices your hands fisted into a ball, wrist bruised from the tightness of the belt and he stops himself.

He reaches for the belt, tugs it loose and throws it off the bed.

A question pops inside of your head after the action but the relief that came with it when you were finally able to rest your arms on the bed washed it away.

Seonghwa pushes your shirt up, eyes peering down at your waist and wraps his hands around it. He lines himself up against your entrance, watching the way your hole gives in so easily to the head of his cock and he groans at the sight. Your pussy immediately wraps around his dick like a vice, so warm and tight Seonghwa couldn’t help but moan as he pushed his way inside.

You choke on a gasp as he buries himself to the hilt. Seonghwa’s cock was so big it was as if he occupied your insides, leaving no space for anything else. You couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes from the pressure alone.

With the little ounce of fight left in you, you reach behind you, trying to push Seonghwa’s hips away when it finally comes in contact with your ass. Seonghwa grips your hand, and reaches for the other.

He pins them both behind your back steady with one hand before he pulls your hips back with the grip and thrusts in. His free hand presses on the bed beside your head, holding himself steady as he thrusts in hard.

You jostled on the bed, mouth falling open in a silent moan as the head of his cock grazed your cervix right on.

Your thighs tremble, chest heaving in heavy breaths as Seonghwa fucks you without remorse. Your face turns to the side, mouth open and eyes unfocused as the urge to close your legs starts flooding your mind, the intensity of Seonghwa’s thrusts makes your legs shake, toes curling at the unimaginable pleasure.

It was the first time you had ever felt like this. Everything you knew about sex was gone with the way Seonghwa was fucking you. It was as if it was your first time all over again, only this time you were actually enjoying it.

You whine, teeth clenching as Seonghwa never once moves from that spongy spot inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You moaned, hands trying to claw their way out of Seonghwa’s grip to clench the sheets but Seonghwa refused to let them go.

He lowers himself, lips coming in contact with your shoulder and kisses you there. He raises himself to your ear and whispers, “You like that?”

He thrusts in, deeper and harder, the sound of skin slapping drumming in your ears and you relish in the filth of it. It was so unreserved and wild, you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes as you moan without a care.

“Fuck,” you whimper, burying your face in the pillow as you try to pull your hips away from Seonghwa’s brutal thrusts.

The buildup of your orgasm didn’t take long, you were already getting closer and closer as Seonghwa didn’t even try to hold himself back, pushing more when you tried to pull away, leaving you not even the smallest chance of escaping his onslaught.

True to his word, he fucks you like some cock sleeve only meant to be used.

And you take pleasure at the thought. Eyes closed, moans escaping uncontrollably as your mouth fell open.

Seonghwa lets go of your hands, lowering himself on your back and pins you down with his entire body as he chases his high.

You just lie there, taking his harsh thrusts before the man tugs you by the hair, making you yelp in surprise as he turns your head back and captures your lips. Seonghwa pins your hips down, knees spreading open on the bed as his thrusts grow faster and faster, finally coming close to his high.

He bites on your lower lip, pulling a pained whine from your mouth before he pulls away. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He groans, voice heavy with lust as he pants right in your ear.

It was so heated, so heavy and hot as your pants and moans echoed in the room. Your cunt clenched down on his dick as you came, surprising yourself and even Seonghwa as you clenched tighter around the man’s cock.

Seonghwa’s hips still, groaning at the pleasure that wracks his body and grinds his cock in. It took everything in him not to paint your insides with his cum, but he didn’t want this to be over so soon just yet.

Seonghwa pulls out, turning you to face him and pushes on your inner thigh spreading you open once more. Your hand raises to hold his hips back when he starts lining himself up against your throbbing hole once more.

“A-Aren’t we done?” You asked, voice weak and face filled with confusion.

Seonghwa just looks down at you as if you just asked the stupidest question that ever was. “Did I cum?”

“B-But I just came, I’m still sensitive—”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he says, slapping your hold on his hips away and pushes inside once more, sighing at the warmth that envelopes his cock and tosses his head back.

You tense, jolting uncontrollably at the sparks of pleasure as tears hit the edges of your eyes from the oversensitivity. Seonghwa thrusts almost immediately, fucking you with no intentions of stopping and your thighs tighten around his hips.

You feel the familiar buildup, only this time it feels different.

“Wait—Wait, Seonghwa!” You call out his name, frantic. You try pushing the man by his chest, but he smacks your hand away.

You try to fight, thrashing in his hold as he didn’t make a move to stop his hips, fucking you like it’s his first time and your tears fall on instinct.

“No! Stop! I think I’m gonna pee!!” You almost scream, frantic at the thought and he laughs at you.

“If you really want me to stop, you know what to say.” Seonghwa replied, not even trying to slow down. His thrusts grew faster, pushing you up on the bed as your body jostled from the force of his thrusts.

You cry out, legs shaking so hard as your pussy starts releasing clear liquid, spurt after spurt of it shoots out of you making you sob in shame.

You clench around Seonghwa’s cock one last time, holding him tight like a vice, leaving the man with no choice but to bury himself deep inside of you and cum.

Seonghwa trembles from the force of his climax, releasing his cum right inside of your sloppy pussy and makes no move to pull out until he has filled you with every last drop. He looks down at you and sees you shaking as your eyes start to lose focus, clouded with haze as he basks in the force of his orgasm.

Seonghwa lowers himself, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s not pee, you dumb bitch. You just squirted like the slut you are.”

You don’t say anything, you just whine as Seonghwa finally pulls out of you, his cum oozing out of your pussy.Your legs close, body shaking as the pleasure wracks your whole body.

And then you pass out.

You blink, shuffling on the bed as you finally come to. Your body was heavy the same way your eyes were and your muscles were sore. You momentarily forgot how you got into that situation until the smell of cigarettes entered your nostrils.

The room was cold, but the blanket wrapped around your body provided the warmth you needed.

Your eyes open fully taking in the man resting against the headboard right beside you blowing out smoke from his lips.

You sit up despite your aching back’s protests, catching Seonghwa’s attention as you do, and the reality of what just happened finally sinks in. You fume—confused, overwhelmed, and even more embarrassed.

“You’re finally awake,” Seonghwa says and you can’t believe what you’re seeing and hearing.

Seonghwa was here.

It’s not him in the form of a letter, handwriting or an envelope. It’s him right beside you, smoking a cigarette, eyes piercing and deeper than his image indicated on the website, his hair was silver and it reaches up to the nape of his neck, features soft and his lips are quirked up in amusement.

You gape, not knowing what to say.

“What?” He says, chuckling. Obviously too amused at the way you were gawking at him.

“Well—I didn’t expect you to be here.” You tell him, voice scratchy from overuse and you clear your throat, ashamed as the memories of why that was floods your mind again.

Seonghwa chuckles once more, crushing his cigarette on a paper he had laid out by the bedside table and leans closer to you, caressing your hair.

“Well, I came for you, baby.” He says, leaning closer to reach for your cheek and plants a kiss on it.

“But… But don’t you have a life sentence? How come you’re here? How’d you get here?” You ask, question after question running through your mind.

Seonghwa pauses, caught off guard but he tries hard not to let it show.

“Does that matter?” He asks back, chuckling as his hands lower to your arm tugging you closer to try and capture your lips but you turn your face away slightly, brows furrowing.

“Seonghwa,” you begin, your eyes unfocused as your face relaxes and your mind tries to make sense of everything. “I never got to ask.”

Seonghwa pauses, pulling back to give you a bit of space as you press a hand lightly to his chest.

“How’d you end up in prison?”

Seonghwa studies your face, noticing how you refuse to meet his eyes, and a grin plays at his lips. Out of what? you couldn’t tell.

“You really do ask the right questions, baby.” He says, leaning back on the headboard as the grin never once vanished from his face.

He stays leaning there, eyes looking ahead as the smile slowly fades and his face morphs into something you can’t understand when you finally lift your eyes to look at the man you barely knew.

“You wanna know what crime made me end up with a life sentence?” Seonghwa asks, turning to look at you as your eyes finally meet.

Only this time, your eyes faltered as Seonghwa’s turned piercingly cold.

“It’s rape.”

A/N: it feels wrong to upload this an hour after leaving from church. I gotta go repent