dead dove / 18+

You hadn’t slept in days, work consuming your every waking hour. Sleep deprivation was bound to take its course if you weren’t to rest your head against some variant of a pillow. Overworked and severely underpaid, you were simply happy to be home.

Shoes left abandoned by the front door, you’d go through the motions — body on autopilot as it hauled itself further into the dark apartment. Shadows casting on the floor and stretching onto the walls from the street lights. A yellow ghastly glow casting over the furniture.

Throwing your work bag, it slumped against the couch as you walked through the room. Experiencing an intense form of mind fog, the thought of sleep was really the only thought you had. Pushing open your bedroom door, a breeze rushed from the opened-framed and covered your body with small goosebumps. It sent a chill down your spine but you’d continue to move inside. Unbothered.

You would change, slowly peeling off work clothes and replacing the clothing with pajamas. The longer you lingered, the more you realized just how eerily frigid the room was. Glancing around, the space was shrouded in darkness — but from what you could see, the window was cracked. Just enough for the cold winds of the outside world to seep into your enclosed space.

You went to close it, putting all your weight onto the old window until it gave out and closed. A loud thud bouncing off the walls as the window slammed shut. Humming to yourself, satisfied, you looked outside one last time. Eyes glazing over the line of cars parked outside.

Red, white, white, black, blue...blue?

A red oldsmobile cutlass, you’d had never seen the car on the block. But yet again, you had barely been mentally aware for the last week or three. Staring at the vehicle, your brain told you to forget about it. Dismiss it.

Forgetting about the vehicle while slipping into bed, the sheets were as if they were coated in a blanket of ice. The chill making your back arch up slightly at contact before settling in.

You’d lay there for a while, waiting for sleep to come and take over. Drag you into an unconscious state of mind, give your brain a break. But it wouldn’t.

Or maybe you couldn’t let it.

As you laid in bed, staring at your closet — you couldn’t ignore the set of eyes that stared back at you from the crack. Sure, you would try and try to pass it off as your mind playing tricks on him, you were just seeing things. It had been so long since you had a solid night of sleep and maybe, just maybe, it was a piece of clothing-

Did it just move?

The set of eyes moved further into the closet, the door creaking open slightly — and they’d appear again. This time accompanied by a smile. A freakishly wide, toothy grin with a set of eyes.

Your body went into fight or flight — but you froze. You had froze and the door creaked open. Fingers, wrapping around the doorframe as the man in your very closet slowly stepped into the light. A foot, then another one. Connected to a leg, connected to a torso.

He’d slowly reveal himself.

But who exactly was he? You had never seen his face until this night, although see was an understatement. No matter how frightened you were, your body was still tired. So, so tired. The edges of your vision blurry.

All you knew was that he was in your house. Uninvited. Unwelcomed. Unsettling. Your thoughts bounced in your skull as the man just stood there. Staring, his beaty eyes filling your body with fear — pure, raw, unforgiving terror.

You should have moved, should have screamed. You wanted to move, you wanted to scream. Call out for help even if no one else would hear. You wanted to put in an effort to get out, to live, to survive.

But you couldn’t and that would be the death of you.

— —

The pain, it came slow.

The pressure of a grown man’s hands tightening around the tense muscles of your throat. Your breathing became labored, the muscles contracting as you’d attempt to take a deep breath. Your lungs burned at the lack of oxygen, the organ expanding just enough for you to stay alive. Not enough to keep you conscious.

Unfortunately for you, you were alert enough to feel his dull nails dig into the flesh of your neck. Nearly breaking skin before the hands were gone. Gone and giving you a short window of time before they were back. So close to crushing your hypoid bone, teasing. Playing with your life, the man would let go again.

It didn’t take long for your ears to start to ringing, a laugh breaking through the haze. He was laughing — and it was loud. The type of laughter you get from a real good joke, the type of laugh that makes you grip your stomach in pain from just how funny something was.

But you didn’t find it funny. You didn’t see the humor in this moment, and you didn’t understand how anyone could.

Your hands would twitch at your sides as your throat was practically used as a toy. It wasn’t until the hands didn’t touch your neck again, they instead slid down and dipped underneath your waistband.

That was when you moved. You jerked upright and pulled away from the touch before being dragged back. The grip on your neck returning as a single hand made its way into your pajama shorts. Dull nails dragging against your skin once again, like a warning. Leaving red angry marks in their wake.

You knew where this was heading, and it made your blood run dry. The hairs on the back of your neck stand and your limbs twitch with fear.

You didn’t want this, you wanted out. To run and not stop until your head spun and you didn’t know where you were. Run until your bare feet burned from slapping against the ground so hard, adrenaline nulling the pain just enough to keep you going. To feel the concrete of the roads under your toes, the feeling of being free.

But there was no adrenaline, there was no rush, there was no escape.

There was acceptance, there was digust, and you didn’t know it yet or maybe you did. but there was death.

Held firmly in place, Your legs were lifted and the shorts were ultimately discarded. You were completely exposed to the cold air, making your body jerk and shiver. Eyes glossed over before shutting them tight — tears slipping past the waterline and staining your cheeks.

First came the sound of a belt unblucking, metal unzipping and the ruffle of jeans being pushed down. Then a voice, low and threatening.

“I’m gonna enjoy this,” He’d pause, a long silence stretching before something nudged at your exposed bottom half, “and you’re gonna pretend to.”

You were raped in his own home, in the place where you felt most safe. Violated in your own bed, tangled in sheets you thought looked nice sitting on some random store shelf.

You’d scream and cry. Body trembling as your hands went up to push whoever it was, away from your body. Trying so hard to reject him, to not enjoy it. But your body couldn’t tell the difference, so your back arched. Your toes curled and your voicebox would betray you ever so often.

Your entire body would give in, while mentally your mind faught back.

Until it was over, rough ragged breathing right next to youd ear before you were empty and sticky. Cum leaking onto your sheets as you laid there. Crushed under the weight of an intruder, a rapist, a murderer.

The man got up, positioning himself between your legs once more. For a sick, sadistic variant of round two. Back to the original position, with his hands crushing your neck. And this time , you were truly too hazy to fight back.

The pressure increased, but the relief never came. His fingers never left. He continued, and he didn’t seem to be stopping. That same laugh rang louder than any noise ever could. Paired with the sound of your own blood rushing through your head.

Cheeks turning a ghastly shade of purple, your reaction window was limited to a fraction of a second. The second half where the hands loosened and it gave a glimpse of hope.

before the big squeeze.

Your hyoid cracked, throat collapsing under the pressure — like just like an old window shutting. The crack reverberated through the room, followed by silence.

A gurgle, silence, then another one. Silence.

. . .

Red, white, white, black.

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📢 — HELLO. been awhile, and i really needed a d.d scene. i had anton and hendery in mind while writing this which was why i had riize and wayv in the top. that’s all i gotta say really, enjoy? 🥹

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.

you’re always lost in your own world. forgetting your keys on the counter five seconds after grabbing them, walking into rooms n standing there blinking like “wait why am i here?”, staring off into space mid-conversation with the softest confused pout on your face. you’re not dumb. you’re just… floaty. soft-headed. way too pure n trusting, especially around sungchan who towers over you n has been quietly obsessed since the day you bumped into him at the dorm entrance n apologized for three full minutes while he stared at your lips the whole time.

he starts testing how far your naivety goes. small things at first.

asks you to “help him stretch” after practice. you nod eagerly, no questions asked, n let him guide your hands to his shoulders while he leans over you, chest almost pressed to yours. “push harder baby… yeah like that…” his voice is low n rough n you just do it, cheeks pink, completely missing how his hips shift forward just enough to let you feel how hard he is against your thigh.

next time he “accidentally” spills water on your shirt. “oh nooo i’m so sorry angel” he says all fake-guilty, already pulling you into his room. tells you to take it off so he can “throw it in the wash real quick.” you hesitate for half a second but he’s looking at you with those big puppy eyes n saying “c’mon it’s just us… i won’t look i promise” (he looks. a lot.). you peel it off shyly n stand there in your tiny bra while he stares like he’s seeing god. “you’re so pretty…” he mumbles, voice cracking. you blush harder n mumble “thank you…” completely missing how his sweats are tented obscenely.

he starts pushing boundaries slow. tells you to “sit on my lap so we can watch this movie better” even though the couch is empty. you do it without thinking, straddling his thigh like it’s normal, skirt riding up, panties pressing against his sweats. he wraps his arms around your waist n starts rocking you back n forth “just to get comfy” while whispering “you’re so small like this… fit so perfect on me…” you think he’s just being sweet. he thinks about how easy it’d be to slip your panties aside n fill you right there.

one night the boys are out. he pulls you into his room “to show you something on his phone.” sits on the bed, pats his lap. you climb on like always. this time he doesn’t let you face forward. he turns you so you’re straddling him properly, chest to chest. his hands slide up your thighs under your skirt, thumbs brushing the edge of your panties.

“channie… what are you—”

“shhh baby just relax.” he kisses your neck soft, one hand cupping your face to keep you looking at him. “you trust me right?”

you nod fast. eyes big n trusting. “of course i do…”

“good girl.” his fingers hook your panties, tug them aside slow. you gasp when the cool air hits you but don’t stop him. he slides one long finger through your folds. groans when he feels how wet you are already. “fuck… always so ready for me… even when you don’t know it.”

you whimper. confused but needy. “sungchan… feels weird…”

“i know angel… but it feels good too right?” he curls his finger just right n you arch with a tiny cry. “see? your body knows what it wants even if your head is all floaty n cute.”

he adds another finger. slow pumps while his thumb circles your clit. you’re shaking, clinging to his shoulders, babbling “c-channie—jinsu—too much—” but your hips keep rocking down to meet his hand.

“not too much baby… you’re taking it so well… my good little girl… so naive n trusting… letting me play with your pretty pussy like this…”

he keeps going until you’re crying. soft overwhelmed tears, cumming hard around his fingers with a broken “sungchan—!” while he kisses your tears away n whispers “that’s it… cum for me… love how you fall apart so easy…”

after he pulls his fingers out slow, brings them to your lips. “taste yourself angel… see how sweet you are for me.”

you open without thinking. suck them clean while he watches with dark eyes.

then he lays you back, strips slow so you can watch, cock springing free thick n leaking. lines up n pushes in slow, watching your face the whole time.

“good girl… taking me so deep… look how your tummy bulges when i’m all the way inside…”

he fucks you gentle but deep, long strokes that make you see stars, hands holding your face so you can’t look away. “you’re mine now baby… my naive little thing… gonna keep you full n happy forever…”

you cum again. shaking, sobbing his name n he follows, filling you up while whispering “mine… all mine… love you…”

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.

ohhhhhh swooning <33 thinking about this.... about him... something about eunseok making non sexual things sooooo gross :( always leaves you feeling weird about it in your tummy but he's your big brother and you don't wanna be mean :( you're a good girl !! a good little sister !!!!! seokie doesn't even ask you, he just pulls you on his lap, running his hands up and down your sides and it makes your tummy flip and you don't know why but you like when he's holding you! he's warm and hard and the only bad thing is that you don't understand why something hard always pokes against your panties :((( always sniffling and going "oww! s poking me again" and he always says sorry but it keeps happening !!!! sitting in his lap at every given moment... you're eating? you're in his lap, his hands running up and down your thighs and when you're finished he's pressing onto your tummy asking if you're full and it feels funny.... especially after drinking so much :( like you're gonna pee all over him!! sitting on his lap when watching tv? doing your makeup? doing homework? it's just easier!! not taking up space and he can help you!!

sitting on his lap goes hand in hand with cuddling !!! pulls you into his arms and he's so strong, holding you against him and sometimes its so hard to breath from how tight his grip is... how his hands trail too low sometimes, fingers digging into your waist to pull you closer until you're practically straddling him, rutting up against you and just says he's massaging you, wants to make you feel comfortable !!! it's just that !!!!! eunseok's favorite thing about cuddling is when you fall asleep and you're absolutely puddy in his arms <3 pulling your skirt up, pushing your panties down and pressing his hand flat against your bare cunt <333 hissing when you whine and wiggle a little but he just holds you down against him, holding your hips and making you grind against his hand, sighing when you're dripping wetness on his hand and it takes him so much not to rape you like this. eunseok is a good guy !! your big brother is always so good to you :( so sweet and doting you would hate if he did this to you :(( but you're so cute muffling your moans in his chest when he slips himself out his boxers, rutting you up and down his fat length, so red and heavy, hard. nudging your clit with every pass and it's so gross he feels so gross whenever he does it but he can't help it !!!

It's really your fault for letting things go on too far. you questioned eunseok at first when he started taking showers with you, feeling a different type of icky when he insists on washing you. says it's normal that you're his little sister, how he always used to wash you when you were a baby but you feel in your heart that somethings wrong. always groping you, running his thick long fingers up and down your slit, going shhh when you shake your head and try to push him away but he's so much stronger than you and seokies just helping you get extra clean down there !!!! something about the assaults starting here <3 always joining you in the bathroom and locking the door behind him, watching you strip and get in the shower and you're so confused when he steps in with you, panicking and stumbling but he's already wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him "shh come on, don't be like that" his voice is so deep, and your eyes widen when he presses onto your stomach "we're just getting clean. let big brother help you get clean."

eunseok knew you were the type of girl who wanted flowers on the first date,your chair being pulled back when you get to the table at the restaurant,a gentle kiss on the cheek after he brings you home. he knew you were the take it slow type,so he did whatever he could to win you over. even if it meant wearing a mask and acting like a completely different person.

if he was being honest,he wanted to fuck you the moment he saw you at the bar. but then you smiled sweetly at him,your face turned red from embarrassment and he sighed internally when he realized he’ll have to work for it. so he charmed you to the best of his ability. he kind of liked it,having to play a gentleman who only has your best interest. it makes him even more excited to get to the finish line. he had to hold himself back from lowering his hand on your ass when he guided you by your lower back in crowded places. he has to hold himself back from sinking his teeth in your lips whenever you give him an innocent peck.

he’s a total pervert around you and you don’t even notice. you don’t notice the way his eyes go over your body,the way he takes in a deep breath when you sit on his lap. you’re a complete airhead around him,probably just thinking how lucky you are to have a sweet guy like eunseok.

when you two finally get to have sex his sweet loving boyfriend act disappears. his hands are too rough on your skin. he’s pulling you,pinching you,tugging you without a care in the world. your little mewls just fuel him even more. he’s got you on your knees,your mouth around him as he’s pushing you down on his cock,ignoring the choking sounds coming out of you and your hands hitting his thighs. his hand is tight in your hair,gripping your scalp,making your head hurt. “just like that” he whispers,head thrown back as he feels your throat convulsing around him. he pulls you off by yanking your hair and you look up at him through wet lashes,your lipstick smudged all over your face.

he bites his lip at the sight before his hand comes down to strike you across the face. your face turns sideways from the impact,but he holds you still with a tight grip in your hair. he hears you yelp from the impact and his cock twitches. gosh,he loves how helpless you look under him,just taking anything he gives you. he hits you again and you look at up at him like a lost puppy,your face red from his rough hands. he guides you back to his cock,thrusting in your mouth as you gag around him. when he pulls you off again to slap you,he hears you whine,”eunseok…it hurts”. your strained voice makes him clouded with lust.

he pulls you up by your hair,turning you around and pushing you to the couch. “eunseok! wait” you try to reason,it’s no use. your intricate stockings are ripped,the crack burning your skin. eunseok pulls your panties to the side and lines himself up with your entrance. you start squirming but to no avail. his hand goes behind your neck with force,pushing your face down in the cushion. his tip breaches your entrance and he has a hard time entering you,but he doesn’t give up. “-fuck- so tight” he breathes out as he feels your walls clenching around him,”you’re practically pushing me out”.