im too tired and dealing with a flare up to write something proper
imagine its been a long day, the appeals process is an arduous and demeaning exercise in futility. you just want to come home, drink some hot cocoa and watch shitty reality TV.
that would be great. if your home wasn't invaded by the most exhausting perpetrator imaginable. he's standing there in a pink heart apron holding a bloody knife. and you're too tired to deal with his whole flirting thing. you push through to your kitchen, looking for the body of whatever poor soul he slaughtered in the name of love this time. then your bedroom, while he eagerly follows behind you like an excited puppy. nothing in the bedroom.
"where is it?"
he tilts his head at you cutely.
"i know you killed someone. where is the body?"
"i left it in a special place for you~"
you slam him against the wall getting increasingly annoyed by his presence. you rip the knife from his hand and press it right against him.
"is this what you wanted? is this what you were hoping for?"
"please... sir..." his breathing hitches and you can feel his hard on pressing against your leg.
you don't know what comes over you but next thing you know you have a handful of his hair and you've shoved him into your bed. the knife in your hand helps you rip through his clothing and it's not delicate. but every little knick makes him moan and squirm.
"shut the fuck up."
you want to tell him this is punishment but you both know that isnt the case. this is just your anger, your fury being taken out on his body. and he's so grateful for however you show your wrath.
dae-ho practically creams himself when your foot comes down on his head. your cock lining up to fuck his slightly loosened hole. he actually does cum when you slam into him and begin fucking him brutally. you fuck him like you hate him, the bed shaking, his hips bruised from your grip, his head stuck under your foot. he keeps telling you he loves you but you can't hear him past your own haze of pleasure.
you fuck him rough and hard for hours. dae-ho ends the night with a mural of bruises and cum and cuts. he's so happy. but he knows he has to leave, to go get you more gifts~ so he makes you a nice breakfast before he vanishes.
the next morning when you get up, body aching. you head to the shower and..... you found the body. and a message written in blood.
"thank you, dear. i love you 💕"
RAAAAH WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF
LITERALLY YOU GOT HIS PERSONALITY TO A T!!!!!!!!!! OMIGOSH
LITERALLY THIS:
