#mrkizen

pairing: bf!sungchan x (f)!reader

wc: 1726

cw: smut, oral (f receiving), food play (ice cream), spit play?? (idrk he’s literally like a dog), needy sungchan.

an: this is kindve a weird concept to me, but it’s like hot in an odd way and idrc so yeah!

sitting in the car with sungchan, watching the vanilla ice cream melt down into the nooks of his fingers. the way his tongue looped around the dessert, completely unaware of what his actions were doing to your mind. the chocolate flavor on your spoon trickled down, beginning to melt, grabbing your attention, the cold feeling hitting your warm skin. heat pooled in between your thighs as sungchan delved deeper into his cone. a lump grew in your throat, a knot twisting deeper in your stomach, unable to stop yourself from crawling across the console. sungchan stares at you, holding his ice cream up to his mouth to refrain you.

“look at you.” a purr rolls off your tongue, setting your bowl of unfinished ice cream on the dashboard; your free hand bracing you right between sungchan’s thighs. your eyes were so enticing, using them to allure him into your trance. he brushes some of your hair out your face, letting that same hand trail down to the small of your back to brace you.

both needy and bold, you lap your tongue at the melted cream left on sungchan’s hand: licking up as much as you could. you climb fully onto his lap, the cold dessert getting on your cheek as you kiss his cheek. sungchan temporarily removed his hand from your back, rolling the window down—feeling a bit of shame as he suddenly threw the cone out.

his smile grew watching your face contort into a frown.

"you wanted that ice cream, huh?" sungchan taunts, both of his hands finding their way to your waist. he was quite amused by your behavior. wanting to go out for ice cream, just to seduce him in the car with it. your hands find the collar of his ribbed fading-black tank, pulling it down to place bare kisses against his skin.

“yeah i did.” you respond in between kisses. “i… really…did.”

small groans emit from him, as you begin to grind your hips into the hard forming in his jeans. sungchan tugs at his tank from the backside, over his head, revealing his toned torso. small beads of sweat collected around his pectorals. sungchan swipes his tongue over the leftover ice cream on your face, licking up and down as if you were the cone he previously had. it was hot—not just in the car— the light layer of salvia coating your face.

as you continue to kiss his neck and collarbone, his hands snake under your yellow tank, decorated with lace on the neckline. not to be an outfit repeater, but you knew your boyfriend loved this shirt. the way it sat on your shoulders, the thin straps sometimes falling off, exposing more of your skin. and oh, the colour…the way it perfectly complimented your pretty skin.

his large hands cup both of your breasts, the comforting feeling of your hardening nipples against the middle of his palms. you bit harder at his skin due to you being so sensitive. “sungchaaan.” you let out tender whines against his skin. suddenly your positions are switched. him hoisting you by your waist, pushing you down into the thick black leather of the passenger seat. sungchan lasers into you, way too mesmerized. your tank had ridden up above your breasts, leaving the soft curve of them exposed; glimmering with the sunlight.

your face glistened with a thin layer of salvia, mixed with ice cream. sungchan found it indulgent. having you under him, awaiting his touch, his warmth all over your face. he bit his lips as his hands dug deeper into your skin. “i want you so bad.” sungchan said, practically whining with every word that dripped out his mouth. your eyes shined with lust, body radiating with, “have me,” to lure him in…

sungchan exhaled, shakily, sinking to the carpet floor. pushing your legs apart as he finally dipped his head down, his soft lips pressing to your sternum. his kisses are unhurried, like he needed to study every inch of your body. like skipping even the smallest part would be wrong. his hold moves from your waist down to the sides of your jean shorts. sungchan places a wet kiss onto the inner side of your left thigh, then the right. once he kisses again, your body jolts at the sensation; him placing a kiss right onto your clothed cunt. “need to taste you…” sungchan knew he didn’t need any actual signal from you; just the way your body writhed beneath him, trying to stop every small moan that slipped out.

his fingers snaked inside your shorts, pulling them down, with great effort; unveiling the one thing he was so desperate to have his mouth upon. his tongue laps at the pearl of arousal leaking from your pink cotton lace panties, teeth every so slightly nipping at the fabric. your eyes flicker back down to watch him, catching the way his head dipped, with every careful movement.

it was doing something to you. your core tightened just at the mere thought of his head between your thighs, divulging into you like he was a starved man. the air felt even warmer, your pulse picking up as his hands finally guided the fabric lower, exposing you more and more. his hands rest at the undersides of your thighs and he doesn’t even give himself another second before he’s completely latched onto you.

an ear-splitting moan erupts from you, your hand clasping hardly against your mouth. sungchan delved into you like he was a starved man; his tongue prodding at your core. the pads of his fingers trace against the nerve of bundles, he was threatening to lick out, your hips bucking into his mouth. you squeeze your eyes shut, as the slick sounds of your arousal on his mouth engulf the ambiance of the car.

“fuck…fuck.” you whine, hand entangling in his brown locks. as his fingers find their way inside your tight wetness, moving at a pace your mind couldn’t keep up with. suddenly, an idea piqued in his head. sungchan slowed his indulging, beginning to transition to more chaste-like kisses against your clit and very inner corners. his left hand drug up your skin, your eyes following his movements; his hand feeling around on the dashboard. sungchan finally detached himself from you, his lips and chin glistening with a mixture of things.

he grabs the now completely melted cup of chocolate ice cream off of the dashboard, bringing it between the two of you. you lick your lips, gaining a perspective on his idea. overall, your body was still in the process of catching up to how he just devoured you, heat settles inside of you, thighs pressing together slightly before you even realize it.

the deep connection your mind makes without permission. the way you know where he’s about to go next. the way you know that same slow attention—that same mouth—was meant for you. sungchan’s gaze lingers on your face, not just looking–but reading. the small part of your lips, slightly showing your upper teeth, the way your chest heaved; sweat beaded atop of your forehead, and the way your thighs had not relaxed.

“you trust me?” sungchan questions you, able to hear the concern in his tone. your answer is in the way you don’t move. hand lightly on his shoulder, head tilted back against the seat. that was truly all he needed. sungchan’s thumb dips into the cup, testing the taste and texture before he brings it back to you. he dips his thumb back into the cream, lowering it back towards you.

the first sensation is what gets you. cool, yet expected. he spreads the chocolate flavor along your folds, allured before lapping it up like a dog with a treat. the way your body reacts, once again, is completely out of your control; back arching slightly. you wished he would move at an impatient-like pace.

“sungchan.” his name comes out breathless, your fingers snaking back into his hair, to reel him closer. every second stretches to feel like minutes. each minute you grow impatient and too needy. he only lets out a small laugh, completely ignoring your expanding want. his hand steadies the cup between your legs; his mouth disappearing in the cup. your breath slows, admiring how his long tongue drug along the cardboard of the cup, slow and unhurried, looking up at you sensually. you feel him again.

the foam-creamy like texture, along with the drool from his tongue hits your cunt in an indescribable way. you cry out, as he flattens his tongue, letting all the chocolate fall on to your cunt. your hand tightens in his hair, practically mounting him to you; the pinnacle inside of you growing at a rapid rate, your body knowing you could not keep it down much longer.

“i need…channie, fuck i’m gonna cum..” the sensation hits you deeper than expected. it pulls a sharp cry from you, your entire body convulsing at once; back arching with great strength, your grip basically digging into sungchan’s scalp as if you needed to hold him there. “all on my tongue, there you go.” sungchan mumbles into you–words you don’t even acknowledge.

ragged breaths shoot from your chest, your thoughts scattering, replaced only by feeling. wave after wave hitting you, as sungchan’s fingers traced near your cunt. that tight coil inside you winding faster, sharper, your thighs tensing around him as your body starts to give in, starts to lose whatever control you thought you had left.

“i need—” you can’t even finish it properly, your words breaking apart as your head falls back, chest heaving.

“inside,” you exclaim, the words coming out more as babbles than formed. sungchan kisses you once more, before bringing himself back up to face you. your legs fall like a ragdoll, on each side of him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him to your lips. the kiss reflects sweet sugar, bitter chocolate, and the odd taste of saliva. it only made you melt deeper into the kiss.

ex!roman x (f)!reader pt.1

cw: roman and you broke up 8 months ago; him saying he’s over you, now he’s back…

lowk felt yearning roman a lil too hard.. but guys should i continue it lmk? I prob will tho.

texts w/conceal.

exbf!conceal x (f)!reader part one - part two - part three - part four

cw: falling out of love with your boyfriend because he starts distancing.

they will be toxic af next part trust. 🤫

comment to be added to the taglist!

pairing: sister’sbf!eunseok x fem!reader

wc: 1801..

cw: noncon, infidelity, age-gap (reader is 18), coercing, unprotected sex, loss of virginity.

eunseok as your older sister’s boyfriend who visits quite often, your mom, fairly content with his presence.

it’s late june, you’re out in the backyard, tanning with your best friend while scrolling on your phone. your coral and pink bathing suit, warm from the sun, molded to your skin, a second damp layer. 

your older sister sits on the couch with eunseok watching tv, cuddled up to him despite the heat. although you were old enough to be left without supervision, she was visiting so you didn’t mind too much. 

 your best friend sighs, turning her phone off. “can we get in the pool now?” she asks. your eyes flickered to your still-pale thighs, a silent negotiation playing out in your mind. but it wouldn’t matter too much, you could just come back out tomorrow. the UV shouldn’t be too different tomorrow. 

“sure, let’s get in!” you smile, placing your phone on your beach towel. without hesitation, the resounding crash of her hitting the water leaves droplets scattered across the patio like flung pearls. you dove after her, the sudden chill of the water chasing away the lingering summer heat from your body. 

the sudden sound of laughter, broke your sister’s gaze from the tv to the two of you. eunseok’s gaze followed, a faint, unreadable smile touching his lips as you splashed.“i miss times like that.” your sister says, smiling at your enjoyment. eunseok nips at his bottom lip. 

“we could always go to the beach when we go back home?” he proposed. her face, which had been relaxed, suddenly lit up. 

“you’re so right, we definitely have to before the summer is over.” 

-

night time settles in, your best friend is long gone, but you’re still in your bathing suit—too lazy to remove it and shower. the crisp air of the fridge hits your face as you open it, looking for a snack. you search up and down the fridge, a bag of grapes in the fruit drawer catching your eye. crouching down, you grab the bag out the fridge to place them on the counter. 

you straightened up, only for a solid form to block your light, his presence suddenly unnerving, his eyes leveled with yours. 

“oh shit!” you breathed, your heart already thumping in your chest. your feet, almost on their own, pulled you away from him, instinctively seeking a safe distance of the cupboard, where bowls were kept. 

“what are you doing?” he asked, voice too light, too innocent. you felt his gaze, heavy and unsettling, as he languidly leaned against the refrigerator. you didn’t even turn your head, “grabbing a bowl,” you drawled out, letting the words with sweetness that soured in your mouth, “so i can eat grapes.” 

“let me get some.” he said, his low voice filling the quiet kitchen.

you focused on the sudden burst each grape made as you plucked it off the vine. but before you could even register the quiet rustle of clothes, eunseok was there, too close, too invasive. his presence, suddenly a suffocating heat. his hand unexpectedly and invasively slid along the sensitive curve of your back, lingering just a moment too long. 

“what—i can’t touch you now? i'm your brother.”

a rigid stillness settled over you. your spine straightened, and your brows drew together, taking in his words. 

“exactly.” you state, the single steel-cold barrier between you. eunseok bites at the inside of his cheek, then, in a sudden, jarring motion his hands were on your hips. gripping tightly, and you were spun around to confront him fully.. your mouth, suddenly dry, turning down at the corners. your brown eyes, unblinking, fixed on his, a coldness behind them. “this bathing suit looks so good on you.” eunseok compliments, taking his hand and smoothing it over your hair. 

you felt trapped, stuck between a 24 year old man who you distinctly saw as your brother. “eunseok get the fuck away from me.” you spit out, grabbing his hand placed on your head. his expression switched from this alluring, sweet façade to an ugly demeanor. 

you knew you made him angry. the way his jaw clenched, a muscle jumping in his cheek, the pleasant glint in his eye vanished, replaced by a sudden chilling flatness.

eunseok shoves your hand away, twisting your wrist in his grip. hard. and behind your back. 

“no.”

the last expression you see on his face was an earth-shattering smile, his warmth coming into contact with your skin, the taste of chlorine coating his lips. you shudder, balling your fists tight, knowing if you were to scream your sister would come rushing down the stairs. but how would you convince her that you didn’t provoke him in the first place?

his kissing intensified, the sensation of his teeth skimming your skin making your flesh raise with bumps. the words you yearned to say, stuck. eunseok could easily shut you up if he wanted to, so it was best to stay quiet. he frees your wrist, letting it travel down your back to the waistband of your swim bottoms.

the damp fabric of swim bottoms offered a fleeting, fragile barrier. but it was useless, his hand, hot, a brutal weight to it, dug into the soft flesh of your lower back, fingers gouging into your skin, even as his teeth grazed your neck. a guttural sound drew from you, a strangled shriek that felt ripped from your core. your hands, trembling but desperate, clawed at the rough fabric of his khaki shorts, gripping with great strength. 

his hand clamped down, a firm, brutal hold on your ass, his middle finger violating a probe, beginning to trace the unwelcome arousal that seeped, hot and shameful, from your core.. “sure you don’t want this?” he murmured, the sickly warmth of his breath coating the shell of your ear. you were paralyzed with dread. this was it. the nightmare. something you prayed away. the one your  sister tried to protect you from–only now, the monster was her soon-to-be fiancé. 

his fingers continued their insidious exploration, the slickness on them a grotesque guide toward his harrowing intentions. your eyes burned, with unshed grief, finally betrayed you; hot, fat tears, unstoppable. “awe baby, don’t cry.” he consoles, wiping your tears harshly with his thumb. you jerked your head away from his touch–something you were still able to control. “come on pretty, take my fingers…you know you want it.” the way the words flowed out his mouth, made him so enticing. but you’d never fall for it. not for a menacing creature like that. 

a cry tore from your throat, his fingers forced their way, wedged in between your walls, too wide, too rough. the vibrations of his groans against your face, stiffened every muscle in your body. “eunseok..” the name was a bare whisper. a desperate plea.. his fingers repeated the motions you’d done to yourself repeatedly. but this was different. when you did it to yourself, it was an act of quiet, private pleasure. no warmth, no release. only the cold crushing weight of violation and a sickening surge of fear and repulse.

 “s’fucking tight,” he grunted, the words hot against your ear, “wonder how you’d feel around my cock.” he rammed into you, pumping faster, a fistful of your auburn hair yanked tight in his grip. your head smashed against the cold marble countertop, a sharp blinding pain exploding behind your eyes. you cried out, hands scrabbling against the unforgiving surface, desperate for it to anchor you. 

 the harsh sound of his zipper, whisper of khaki fabric dropping to the ground pierced the suffocating silence, screaming at you to just run away from it all. but your mind flashed with possibilities: two figures frozen in this kitchen; his hand swift and unhesitating, snatching a knife; the cold blade plunging deep between your shoulder blades, right into your spine. 

the blunt tip of his cock lies perfectly between your folds, right before your deepness. your throat constricted, the salvia in your throat is coarse and thick, almost impossible to swallow. every muscle in your body screams in protest as he forces himself to fit inside of your small frame. your press-on nails screech against the marble, your knees knocking inwards. the arousal secreted from your walls around his cock, was only a bodily response. a desperate mantra, even as he continued to boast about how much you–he–needed this.

‘better than your sister. should’ve fucked you when i first laid eyes on you.” the cruelty of those last words ‘first laid eyes on you’ made something knot into a cold, hard stone.. five years. five years you'd seen him as a brother. how could those ear-piercingly, vile words come from him ? eunseok increased his pace, grunts following every thrust, his hand winding into your locks, using it to grind your head into the cold marble with every violent push. small noises emitted from you, but by now you were so frozen, even your vocab was. the tears couldn’t stop, and neither could your moans. 

“stop, please…please. eunseok.” your pleads came out in short breaths, as his thrusts became relentless.  eunseok chuckled, admiring the tiny, pure body–a body he now utterly controlled. “don’t wanna wake your sister, do you?” he taunts, yanking your head up to meet his gaze. you glare into his cold eyes, scared to detach them from his gaze. eunseok plants a kiss on your lips, once, twice, and even a third time. demanding a response you couldn’t give. “come on now,” his lips brushing yours, “i know you’ve wanted to kiss me at least once. now's your chance.” *eunseok smashed his lips against yours, you involuntarily pressing back onto him. the kiss is rough and leaves you gasping for air against your saliva coated lips. 

“such a pretty girl.” eunseok compliments, his rhythm slowing, dragging out the agony. your pussy responded to him, the feeling of his orgasm reaching. “gonna cum in this pretty sweet pussy of yours.” your eyes frantic and wide, darting around the kitchen, the sun finally dipping below the horizon. you hadn’t even noticed.

as he incessantly grazed in and out of you, your surroundings dissolved once again. your head recoiled against the countertop as he unraveled his hand from your hair, hands finding your waist, a familiar anchor. eunseok bucked his pelvis into your hips, holding his grunts in his mouth. and then, the hot, viscous flow of his seed. you swore you could feel it coursing through your veins, a searing venom. the foul taste of semen– you never knew–somehow coated your throat. a broken sob poured from your lips. a shuddering mess in his hold.

ex!roman × (f)!reader pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3

cw: roman and you broke up 8 months ago; him saying he's over you, now he's back...

guys they finally get to see eo… lowk the most texts so far!

taglist: @22crush22 @pvdulmol

ex!roman × (f)!reader pt.1 - pt.2

cw: roman and you broke up 8 months ago; him saying he's over you, now he's back...

pt.2 no one asked for..how hard is this boy gonna have to fight for his ex back?

ex!roman x (f)!reader pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3 - pt.4

cw: roman and you broke up 8 months ago; him saying he's over you, now he's back...

wc: 687 (small story below texts)!

• ★☆★ •

after coming to the mall with hollis and somehow losing him—now texting him and he’s nowhere to be found. you text roman after convincing yourself you just watched him walk past you and into a store. you snatch your phone back out your purse and open your messages; immediately texting him to reassure yourself that he wasn’t there.

roman: turn around

the message makes your stomach fall, turning around to meet your ex, his renowned black silky hair—that complimented his eyes a little too well, capturing your attention. his voice doesn’t even seem to register—just the sight of him, the gravity of him. roman is standing a few feet away from you, rocking back and forth; hands shoved deep in his pockets like a young teenage boy.

“hey.” he says, softer than you expected. saying your name would have been too much, even for him; though he desperately craved to say it, the way your name would roll of his tongue and such a sweet tone was something he wished he could have.

you’re quick to take notice of the small details; his gold rings he never takes on his index and pinkie fingers, his thick—yet so well groomed eyebrows, and his hair. it was longer from 8 months ago, but you couldn’t help but like it.

“are you gonna speak? i know you saw me walk past you a few times..” roman adds.

you swallow, finally averting your gaze from his rings to his eyes. “i thought i was losing it.” there’s more seconds of silence that’s feels heavier than the months you’ve spent apart. people pass by, walking in and out of stores, chatting and laughing—living lives in the space you and roman are unable to move through.

the distance between the two of you is a friendly distance, and neither of you have moved an inch closer. he shifts his weight, finally pulling one his hands from his leather jeans, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

“i know this is probably so weird to see me out of the blue..hollis was supposed to meet you but he told me to go instead.” roman sighs, meeting your gaze. you might actually kill hollis, he lied and he’s nowhere to be found.

“but…” he trails off, “i didn’t text you to get in your head you know. i just—missing you didn’t stop, I thought it would; but even eight months later, it didn’t.”

your chest tightens, recalling all of your memories: late nights together, arguments that ended in nothing but silence. roman takes a small step toward you, close enough that you can smell the intoxicated cologne, the exact smell bringing a wave of emotions; a smell you’d never thought you’d have to remember again. you don’t step away from him, but you don’t step toward either. you fold your arms to give yourself some sort of defense, even though it was more to keep yourself calm.

“you can’t just say that, roman.” you say, barely touching the frequency of a murmur. “you just text me, and show up out the blue as if nothing never happened between us..” you stare into his brown, encapsulating eyes, making a strong effort to not bring up tears. roman nods his head, like he’s been waiting for the judgment.

“i know…i know.” his jaw tightens, eyes glistening with something that was extremely close to relief just from hearing you speak. “i’m not pretending we didn’t… end badly. i just—” he exhales softly, grounding himself. “ i needed to see your face. not this version i have created in my head.”

you bite your lip, letting your head fall to not let him see your tears, “can we talk somewhere else?” you ask quietly, eyes glued to the floor. but roman knew you, you quiet tone was something he picked up on through your arguments.

“yeah we can go to my car.” you nod, letting him lead the way. your mind traces back to hollis, grabbing your phone to send him a quick message of your whereabouts.

how could this possibly go?

• ★☆★ •

i hope you guys liked this part + the story! this will eventually turn into just a regular story rather than texts, so hopefully you guys continue to like it 🫶

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pairing: sungchan x fem!reader

wc: 1833

cw: noncon, murder, necro but not really, kidnapping, coercion.

don’t read if uncomfortable

the old sedan groaned against the gravel, eating at the last of your patience. nebraska. the word tasted of ash on your tongue. not that chicago had given you much solace these last few months–too much commotion. so against your better judgement, back to your home it was.

practically in the middle of nowhere—your lucky night—a low thump meddling to the ground. a curse escapes your lips, your foot presses harder on gas, scanning the barren landscape, desperate for some sign of life. 

a motel sign, faded yellow, loomed ahead, its “welcome” sign–though barely legible–catches your eye. you swung the wheel hard, tires crunching against the gravel driveway. the place you arrived at was a decrepit relic, paint peeling like sunburnt skin, the windows vacant, the words shady shear motel flickering, appearing like a message to “decode.” your face cringed at the sight, but the insistent hiss of your tire gave you no other choice. you cut the engine off, the silence of the night, deafening.

midnight. no chance of being able to call your mom without sending her into a heart attack. only six hours of hell, you thought to yourself. you grabbed your phone and charger–pratically the only two things that mattered in your life–pushing open the grimy door. a jangling bell above the door, causing a figure upright, his eyes piercing into your soul. hesitantly, you approach the desk, the receptionist blinking slowly, his eyes resembling the vacant windows of the motel. 

“hi” you began, scratching self-consciously at the nape of your neck, “could i get a room?”

he stared blankly, an uneasy gaze. then a voice so monotone it sounded fake, “$39.”

you pat your pockets, a wave of dread washing over you.wallet. left in the glovebox of your car. “do you guys take tap pay?” you ask, lips forming into a shaky smile. 

a slow deliberate roll of his eyes.“you don't have money?” 

your brows furrow. “i do, it’s just in my car…i’ll be fast.” he merely nods, eyes scanning you back to the sedan. a shiver, fleeting and unwavering, curled around your spine. he watched you from the dirtied window, rummaging through the glovebox. you retrieve your wallet, and return to the counter, handing him the crumpled spare cash you’d forgotten.

he slid a heavy, metal-tagged key across the counter, “room 8”

you flash him a faint smile, grabbing your wallet. taking a quick glance at the nameplate beside the bell. “thanks, sungchan.” you acknowledge you turn to leave, keys cool in your hand. 

“wait.” he called, voice still flat, stopping you cold.

your eyes look back as far as physically possible before you’re turning around and retreating. sungchan shook his head slightly, a strange, almost amused glint in his eyes. “nothing. just couldn’t help noticing your tire.” he gestured toward the car, illuminated by the motel lights.

“oh yeah..” you mumbled, a wry laugh escaping your lips. “decided to go flat on me.” his eyebrow arches, a flicker of something unreadable across his face, "i could help you fix it?” he inquires, your face lights up at his request, but then you really take in his words causing your face to drop. you shake your head, “i don’t… i don’t have money to pay..” 

sungchan pulls himself from the chair, rising to his full, towering height. “don’t have to.” he murmurs. he bent under the counter, retrieving a heavy toolbox. as he straightened back out, his size seemed to dwarf you, along with the lobby. you blink a few times, amazed at his astonishing height. 

the conversation that followed was dull and brief;he’d fix your tire, and you’d be well on your way. he strides over to the door, holding it open for you with his freakishly long arm. you smile again, walking past, the unsettling feeling of his eyes on you once again.

 outside, he placed the toolbox on the cracked concrete, followed by a loud clang. “got a spare?” your eyes dart around the oppressive darkness, pretending to think, shaking your head no with great shame.

 “thought so.” he says, too quietly. he turned, unlocking his truck to grab his tire out the boot. he maneuvers things around in the bed, trying to find the tire. finally, he wrestled out a full-sized tire, then returned, rolling it towards you.

“you can take this one.” he stated, a directive more than an offer. you nodded, sinking down onto a nearby parking block, immediately checking your phone for the time, praying for the time to go quicker. you didn’t even notice he was finished, until his large shadow loomed over you, and you saw him dusting his hands. 

“can’t believe i fixed a tire in the middle of the night.” he mused, a dry edge to his voice. 

you stood, analyzing the car, as if you could discern the quality of his work. you hand grazed along his forearm in a quick, fleeting gesture. “thank you.”  he nods, “wanna take it for a test drive?”

“sure.” you said, a yawn escaping. “do you mind driving, i’m getting sleepy.” 

another nod.

as you pull out the driveway, a cold, unsettling realization starts to dawn upon you. no seatbelt. allowing a motel receptionist to fix your tire–for free. and now, letting him drive you into the unknown at 1 in the morning. your mother’s face flashes in your mind, thinking what would it be like if she found this out.

“what’s your name?” he abruptly questions, breaking the silence. you sidled him, giving your name hesitantly. sungchan chuckles, “you don’t have to be so reserved, kid. i’m not gonna bite.” you roll your eyes, you could say the same for him. his odd responses, the constant nodding instead of a basic response and just how quiet he seemed. 

“hm, okay.” you respond, crossing your arms. “why do you seem so quiet?” his eyes stay fixated on the road, shrugging his shoulders. 

“don’t know, been like that since i was kid.” the casualness of the conversation, juxtaposed to the uneasy feeling that settled in your gut, sent a fresh shiver down your spine. you would decide to end the conversation there, focusing on the road ahead.

except, this was nowhere near the motel. though you had not known this area, it was clear. the thought sparked, then flared into an alarm. maybe he’s driving the tires down to match the others?

your hands unknowingly tightened on the seatbelt. the streetlights thinned, then died out completely. only your car’s headlights pierced the void. then, he turned. not onto another road, but a path. a barely visible trail that seemed to claw its way into the woods. “where…are you going?” you question sungchan with great trepidation in your voice, swallowed by the sound of branches scraping against the windows. no response, his hands, massive on the steering wheel, tightened. the car plunged deeper into the woods, the trees closing in like a suffocating shroud. your heart hammered against your ribcage, a frantic bird in its cage. 

“hey, this is nowhere near the motel!” your voice cracked. “take me back! now!” sungchan slammed on the brakes. the car lurching to a halt, the engine dying with a soft sigh. slowly his gaze averts from the windshield, locking on to you. in the faint, otherworldly glow of dash lights, his eyes were not merely vacant. holding this deep, macabre darkness that instilled this seeping fear in you. 

“please-”  the word barely escaped, a desperate gasp, before his large hand, littered with callouses cups your mouth, muffling your words. harsh , ragged breaths tore through your nostrils. his free hand, slow and deliberate, unbuckled your seatbelt. sungchan’s movements are tedious, eyes fixated on your terrified ones. you’re a statue, the leather cold against your clammy skin.

“open your door.” he demanded, a low growl emitting. your mind rattled, struggling to process. your body twisted against the door, fingers fumbling. when it clicked open, you instinctively shoved at him, falling backwards. run. the single primal command screamed in your mind. scrambling to your feet, sprinting into complete darkness. the echo of your ragged breathing is heavy against your ears. sounds of sticks crunching below your feet, heart threatening to burst out your chest. you spun, desperate to get a glimpse of something. then, the ground fell from beneath you. you were airborne, hoisted, a puppet in his strapping grip. 

you flail in his hold, fists pounding against his broad back, feet kicking wildly at his abdomen. “stop fucking kicking!” he roared, and a sharp pain, blinding pain erupted at the back of your head, as he struck you. despite his towering height, his senses clearly were not heightened. he hurls you to the dirt. you hit the ground hard, gasping, but before you could recover, he was on you, his crushing weight. his hands, tearing at your clothes. 

in the harsh darkness, he didn’t need to sight to find you. his rough hands kneading your breasts hard, a searing pain with each brutal touch. you squirm under him, desperate to dislodge him, to escape. sungchan pulled you in tighter, a low rumble in his chest, as if wishing he could see your body, illuminated by a moonlight, that seized to exist. 

hot tears stream down your face as his hand snaked lower, tracing a path down your torso, reaching for the waistband of your jeans. 

“no, no, no.” you screamed in his face, thrashing like a cornered animal. sungchan groaned, a guttural sound of his frustration. his right hand clamped your throat, shoving you deeper into the earth. with his other hand he fumbled in his pocket, a glint of cold steel emerging. the moment the cold metal meets your trachea, every movement, every desperate struggle, froze. you felt not just frozen, but utterly, terrifyingly still, as if life had already begun to drain. sweat beaded on your forehead, a hopeless internal plea to suppress the scream that threatened to release from your chest. 

but even if you wanted to, you couldn’t. sungchan’s hand slipped under your waistband, underneath the elastic of your panties, and a choked guttural cry rips from your throat, your body turning cold.

“you just can’t be quiet.” sungchan growls, frightening vibrations against the darkness. those were the last words your brain could fully process before the cold–now searing hot–metal sinks past your flesh, past your trachea, slicing the artery that governed every last will you had left to fight back. the silk-like warmth of your blood welled, then pooled down his hand, the sensation causing him to jerk, driving the knife even deeper. 

you choked, taking in deep agonal gasps, somehow able to make out his bloodshot eyes in the inky blackness. the final image seared itself in your brain as your body slowly gave out. sungchan’s hand dug deeper into your core, his erection pressed hard against your now still body.