#riize sohee

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"you think you’re so brave, having someone else touch what's mine?" he asks, his voice chillingly calm as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. "you think you’re so free? you have no idea how much trouble you’re in."

he moves in, backing you against the dresser until the wood bites into your spine. he doesn't kiss you—he just presses his hand over your mouth, muffling your first sob before it can even leave your throat. his other hand goes straight to your waistband, ripping the button right off.

"you wanted a different touch?" he asks, his voice vibrating against your ear, hot and hateful. "fine. let's see how much you enjoy this. you’re going to spend the rest of the night wishing you never looked at anyone else."

he doesn't care about your tears, or the way you’re shaking, or the apologies you’re trying to choke out into his palm. he flips you over, forcing you down stomach front onto the mattress with a blunt, punishing shove. he doesn't bother with foreplay, doesn't bother with being gentle. he wants to reclaim you so thoroughly that you’ll feel his presence in your bones for days.

"every time you close your eyes, you’re going to think of this" he growls, his hips slamming into you, driving you into the mattress with enough force to make your breath hitch. "you’re going to remember that you belong to me, and you’re going to realize that no one else is ever going to take you from me again."

he’s obsessed, his movements fueled by that cold, sharp rage, using his weight to pin you down and his hands to hold you exactly where he wants you. he’s taking you back, stripping away the ghost of whoever touched you and replacing it with his own, heavy, suffocating weight. every thrust is a claim, every groan a reminder of his ownership.

his hand is at your throat, fingers wrapping around your windpipe. not enough to finish you, but just enough to make your pulse thrum frantically against his palm. he jerks your head down into the sheets, his palm flat against the back of your skull, holding you helpless.

"look at you" he hisses, his voice a jagged, hateful rasp right against your ear. "so eager for someone else’s hands, but look who’s got you now."

he doesn't let you breathe, squeezing your throat until your vision blurs and you’re clawing at the sheets, your breath hitching into thin, wheezing gasps. then he lets go just enough for you to drag in a desperate, ragged sob, only to repeat the cycle. he leans down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder with violent intent, biting deep until he tastes copper and salt, leaving a jagged, bruised crescent that will last for weeks.

"you like being handled like this?" he taunts, his hand moving to your hip, his fingers digging into your skin until he knows he’s leaving dark, purpling prints. "like a toy someone else tried to play with? you’re ruined, baby. you’re mine and you’re ruined."

he drives into you, hard and unforgiving, his rhythm a punishing, wet slog that makes you choke on a cry. he’s not looking for pleasure he’s looking for total, inescapable domination. he grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so he can watch the pain and the want warring on your face.

"i’m going to fill you so deep" he growls, thrusting until you feel the blunt, heavy impact of him against your cervix, over and over, trying to bruise the very core of you. "i’m going to leave so much of me inside you that you’ll never be able to get me out. i want you carrying my kid, i want you so heavy with my mess that you can't even stand up straight."

he’s panting, his movements frantic, his hands bruising your waist as he holds you steady, anchoring you to the mattress. he slams into you again, a wet, sloppy sound filling the room, and he leans down, his lips ghosting over the bite mark on your shoulder.

"that’s it" he mumbles, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly soft, obsessed tone as he starts to cum. "i’m going to breed you until you’re nothing but mine. let them try to touch you again—i’ll just fill you up more until you can't even think about anyone else. you’re going to be so swollen with me, so full of my kids, that everyone will know exactly who owns you."

he’s so close he’s shaking, his breath hitting your skin in short, ragged bursts. he’s not done punishing you, not until he’s absolutely certain you’re drained of every bit of defiance you had left.

his hand that was pinning your hip slides down, his fingers finding your clit and pressing into it with a cruel, rhythmic intensity. he knows exactly where to hit to make you unravel, and he uses it to force you over the edge while he’s still buried inside you.

"that's it, don't fight it, just let me own you" he growls, his hips stuttering as he starts to spill, his cock pulsing and throbbing, pumping wave after wave of his heat deep into your womb.

your body betrays you, just like he wanted. you’re already spiraling, your pussy clenching around him, the friction of your climax making your vision go white. you’re sobbing, clawing at the mattress, your inner muscles locking down to drag even more of him inside, greedily swallowing every drop he’s pouring into you. he’s leaning over you, his eyes dark with that terrifying, possessive hunger, watching as you shiver and come apart, your body working overtime to trap him, to hold his semen deep where it needs to be.

"yeah, swallow it" he hisses, his voice thick and triumphant as he watches your walls pulse around his spent cock. "clench for me, keep it all in there. i told you, didn't i? i'm going to make sure you're carrying my kid."

he doesn't pull out, doesn't even budge. he stays there, fully embedded, his weight heavy and suffocating as he waits for you to stop trembling. he’s still rubbing his thumb against your clit, keeping you on that razor-thin edge, making sure your muscles stay tight, making sure that what he gave you stays exactly where he put it.

"sohee-ya" you whined, leaning back on his bed and letting your head drop against his pillows. "please. if we don't finish this section tonight, we're going to fail the presentation tomorrow. i don't understand the grading rubric at all."

the clicking stopped.

sohee didn't take his headset off immediately. he saved his game, pushed his chair back with a soft creak, and finally turned around to look at you. through the glare of his lenses, his eyes traveled slowly from your frustrated face, down the front of your cropped cardigan, to where your skirt had ridden up your thighs as you lay on his mattress.

"you still haven't figured out that section?" he asked, his voice low and entirely devoid of the stuttering, awkward tone he used when you first met in the campus library.

"no" you pouted, completely oblivious to the way his gaze darkened as he tracked the movement of your lips. "it's too confusing. you're smart, can't you just write it for me? i'll do the formatting."

sohee let out a small, breathless laugh, standing up from his desk. he walked over to the bed, his posture shifting from a slouch to something much more deliberate. "i already did my half, remember? it's not fair if i do the whole thing while you just sit here looking pretty."

"i'm not just sitting here!" you protested, but your voice trailed off as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, right next to your hip. the sudden proximity made you blink. up close, he didn't really feel as small or harmless as he looked when he was hunched over his computer.

"aren't you?" sohee murmured. he reached out, his long, pale fingers gently taking your laptop from your lap and setting it on the floor without taking his eyes off you. "you've been staring at the same page for an hour. you're smart enough to get it, you're just... lazy. or maybe you're just distracted by me."

"i am not distracted by you" you muttered, a little flustered by how close his face was now.

"really?" he tilted his head, a subtle, almost imperceptible smirk touching the corner of his mouth. he reached over, his hand brushing against your knee as he pushed himself closer, trapping you between his body and the wall. "because you keep looking at my mouth whenever i talk. and you chose to come to my dorm instead of the library. you knew we'd be alone here."

"because the library was crowded!" you said, your heart rate picking up. you felt a little confused—sohee was always so polite, so quiet. why was he talking like this? "sohee, stop playing around, we need to study—"

"we are studying" he whispered, his hand sliding up your thigh, the contrast of his cold skin against your bare flesh making you gasp. "we're studying how easy it is to make you lose focus. you're so easy to read. it's kind of pathetic how quick you get confused when someone presses you even a little bit."

"what..." you breathed, your brain struggling to process the shift in his demeanor. "that's not... i'm not confused."

"yes you are" he cut you off, his voice soft, almost comforting, but the words were pure venom. "you're so pretty, but you really don't think things through, do you? you come into a guy's room, lay on his bed, complain about how hard the work is... what did you think was going to happen? you wanted me to do it for you. you wanted to use me."

"i didn't—"

"shh" sohee murmured, pressing a thumb against your lower lip to silence you. his fingers were steady, entirely devoid of the nervousness he simulated in public. "it's okay. i don't mind. but nothing is free. if i'm going to write your entire conclusion and guarantee you an A... you have to give me something back. that's how group projects work, right?"

you stared up at him, completely trapped by his weight and the dizzying rhythm of his words. he was totally rewriting what happened, making it sound like you had planned this, like you were the one taking advantage of him. and because your brain was already fried from studying, you found yourself actually wondering if he was right.

"what do you want?" you whispered, completely vulnerable beneath him.

sohees eyes flared with pure, unadulterated heat. the shy nerd mask completely broke, revealing the dirty, obsessed little freak hiding underneath.

"i want you to take your clothes off" he said plainly, his hand sliding under the waistband of your skirt, his fingers immediately finding the damp heat between your thighs. you let out a sharp cry, your hands flying to his shoulders to push him back, but he didn't budge an inch. "see? look how wet you are already. you came here wanting this. you're just too stupid to admit it to yourself."

"sohee, no— wait, it's too fast—"

"it's not" he groaned, his fingers shoving deep inside you without any hesitation, making your hips jerk off the mattress. he watched your eyes roll back with a dark, satisfied grin. "you've been wanting me to fuck you since the first week of semester. i saw the way you looked at me when i helped you with your homework. you think i didn't notice?"

"i didn't..." you sobbed, the intense, sudden friction of his thick fingers making your knees shake. "ah— sohee, please—"

"shut up and listen to me" he commanded, his voice dropping into a harsh, demanding register that made your stomach flip. he used his free hand to rip his hoodie over his head, discarding his glasses onto the nightstand. underneath the baggy clothes, his chest was lean, his shoulders broad as he hovered over you. "you're going to let me do whatever i want to you tonight, and tomorrow morning, your name is going to be on a perfect paper. understood?"

he didn't even wait for you to answer. sohee unzipped his jeans with a rough, heavy click, pulling his shaft free. it was thick, already dripping with pre-cum, pulsing angrily in the dim light of his LED strips. the sight of it made your breath hitch—there was no way the quiet guy from your sociology class was hiding this under his loose clothes.

"look at it" he muttered, grabbing your chin and forcing your head down. "look how big i get just thinking about how easy it is to break you. you're so dumb, you'll believe anything i tell you, won't you? you're just a pretty little doll for me to practice on."

you tried to shake your head, tears of overstimulation prickling your eyes, but he leaned down and bit your collarbone, hard enough to leave a deep purple mark. you cried out, and taking advantage of your parted lips, sohee shoved his mouth against yours, his tongue invading your mouth in a sloppy, dominating kiss that tasted like energy drinks and raw heat.

while you were completely dazed, he grabbed your ankles, dragging your hips to the very edge of the bed and spreading your legs wide over his shoulders.

"sohee, wait— it hurts a little, it's too big—" you begged, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing right against your opening.

"it's supposed to feel tight" he growled against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. "you're going to take every single inch of it. don't move."

with one heavy, unyielding thrust, sohee slammed his entire length inside you.

the sudden, massive invasion made a broken scream rip from your throat, your fingers clawing at the bedsheets as your vision went blurry. he didn't give you a second to adjust. he immediately started moving, his hips rolling in a heavy, punishing rhythm that made the metal frame of his dorm bed bang violently against the wall.

"fuck" sohee choked out, his head rolling back as your tight walls gripped him. "you feel so good. so fucking soft. i've been thinking about this during every single lecture. imagining how loud you'd scream when i finally filled you up."

"stop— please, it's too much—" you whimpered, your body bouncing with every rough stroke.

"i'm not stopping" he hissed, leaning down so his chest crushed yours, his sweat dripping onto your skin. he started fucking you faster, the wet, slapping sounds of his pelvis hitting yours echoing through the small room. "you wanted the smart guy to take care of you, right? this is how i take care of you. take it. take my cock like a good girl."

you were a total mess under him, crying and shaking, completely overwhelmed by how dirty and aggressive he was. he kept whispering gaslighting nonsense into your ear, telling you how much you loved it, how you had begged for this, until your brain completely gave up trying to fight back and just accepted the pleasure.

"that's it" sohee praised, his voice turning sweet and toxic as he felt your muscles clenching around him in a hard climax. "cum for me. show me how ruined you are by the nerd."

you screamed, your body stiffening as you came heavily around him. the intense pulling of your walls broke him completely. sohee let out a low, guttural animalistic growl, burying himself to the absolute hilt inside you as his own body spasmed. you felt the hot, thick pulses of his semen pumping deep into your womb, over and over, until it was overflowing and leaking out onto the sheets beneath you.

he stayed inside you for a long minute, his chest heaving as he panted against your shoulder, his fingers still tightly gripping your hips to keep you pinned.

finally, he pulled out with a loud wet pop. sohee reached over, grabbed his glasses from the nightstand, and slipped them back on. he looked down at your trembling, messy form, a sweet, innocent smile spreading across his face—the exact same smile he used in class.

you managed a tight, polite curve of your lips and stepped to the side to give him room. but instead of standing next to you, he shuffled into the back corner, positioning himself directly behind you. the elevator doors hissed shut, and suddenly the small space felt much tighter. you couldn't see him, but you could feel the steady, unblinking weight of his gaze on the back of your neck.

as the elevator went up, you heard the plastic bag crinkle again. then you felt him. his hand moved to your neck, wrapping around your throat to pull you flush against his chest.

"you didn't even notice me staring at you in the lobby, did you?" he whispered. "you were too busy looking at your phone, acting like you were too good for this building."

your breath hitched. your hands came up to his wrist to try to get him off, but he was surprisingly strong—or maybe you just weren't fighting hard enough.

"shh, shh. it's okay... don't fight me. i don't want to be mean to you" he said, though his tone felt like he meant the opposite.

the elevator doors opened. he guided you toward your apartment, your steps clumsy and almost tripping, until you stopped right in front of your door.

"open it" he commanded. his voice was mean. you just shook your head, which made his grip on your throat tighten.

"open. it." he hissed.

a low whine escaped your lips as you punched in the code. your legs felt weak. as soon as you were inside, he looked around and tossed his groceries onto the entrance table. he kicked off his slippers and dragged you straight to the sofa, shoving you down harshly.

you gasped as he instantly gripped your throat again, forcing you to look up at him.

"take your shirt off."

his voice was firm and your legs were trembling. you swallowed hard, trying to hide how much the situation was actually affecting you. you shook your head again, but he didn't get annoyed. instead, he just smiled widely, licking his lips like he was enjoying a joke.

"no?" he asked, his voice dropping deep. "you don't want to?"

he asked it mockingly while you shook your head one more time. his free hand crossed your cheek in a stinging slap that made your skin burn.

"take it off" he groaned, his thumb pressing against your windpipe just enough to make you whine.

you finally reached for the hem of your shirt, your fingers shaking so much it took twice as long. he just watched you, that smile never leaving his face as you pulled the fabric over your head. he didn't even look at your face anymore. his eyes were glued to your chest, looking you over like he was finally getting to see something he’d been dreaming about for months.

"finally" he muttered, his voice sounding so smug. "i knew you'd be easy. all i had to do was get a little rough and you're already doing exactly what i say."

he pushed your legs apart, forcing your knees to the edges of the sofa so you were completely open for him. he didn't even bother taking off your pants the nice way. he just tugged them down along with your underwear, tossing them onto the floor like they were trash.

the cool air hit you, and you tried to close your legs, but he shoved them back open. his eyes widened when he saw how wet you were, the light from the lamp reflecting off your thighs.

"look at this" he laughed, a mean, breathless sound. he reached down and swiped two fingers through the mess, then held them up to your face so you had to look. "you're disgusting. you're literally dripping for the 'loser' neighbor you couldn't even say hi to in the hallway."

you let out a broken sob, trying to turn your head away, but he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at his fingers again.

"don't look away. look at how much you want this" he hissed. "you're so desperate, aren't you? crying like it's a mistake while you're soaking through the cushions."

without any warning, he pushed those same fingers inside you. you shriekd, your hips jumping off the couch, but his other hand stayed firm on your throat, pinning you down. he started moving fast, his touch wasn't gentle at all—it was blunt and heavy, meant to overwhelm you.

"you like being treated like this, don't you?" he asked mockingly, leaning closer until his forehead almost touched yours. he was still smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners while he worked his hand inside you. "you're just a lonely, pathetic girl who needed the weird guy next door to come over and show her how much of a mess she really is."

you couldn't even answer, just whining and gasping as he kept going, his thumb rubbing over you way too hard.

"say it" he groaned, his voice deep and demanding. "tell me you're a little pervert just like me."

you shook your head in embarrassment. moans leaving your mouth nonstop, small squeaks and whines everytime he was too harsh "s—sohee— please" you whined.

he licked his lips, his gaze predatory. The smile on his lips just widening every time. your hands going to his wrists, not to stop him but just to try to hold yourself upright, feeling your thighs tense and your body coil as your orgasm built up.

he just chuckled, the sound low and mean against your ear as he felt your muscles start to twitch around his fingers. he didn't slow down at all—if anything, he purposely made his movements rougher, digging his knuckles into you just to hear you cry out.

"please what?" he mocked, his voice dripping with attitude. "please stop? or please don't stop because you're about to make a mess of your own sofa over the 'creepy' neighbor?"

he pulled his hand back just an inch before slamming his fingers back inside you, hitting deep enough to make your back arch completely off the cushions. your toes curled into the fabric, your breath coming in short, broken hitches as you felt yourself reaching the edge.

"look at your face" he whispered, sounding so smug. "you look so pathetic right now. all that attitude you had in the hallway, and here you are, shaking and begging for me to keep touching you."

you couldn't even form words anymore, just shaking your head as the first wave of your orgasm hit. your internal muscles clamped down hard on his hand, and a loud, embarrassing moan ripped from your throat.

he didn't let up. he kept his fingers moving through the peak, forcing you to feel every single second of it until your legs were literally vibrating with the tension. he watched the whole thing with that same wide, scary smile, like he was proud of how much he’d broken your composure.

when you finally slumped back, gasping for air and completely spent, he slowly withdrew his hand. he didn't reach for a towel or offer to help you up. instead, he just wiped his wet fingers across your inner thigh, leaving a streak behind.

"wow" he breathed out, his voice sounding satisfied but still so mean. "you really were starving for it, weren't you? i bet you're going to think about this every single time you see me at the mailbox from now on."

he stood up, looking down at you as you lay there half-naked and shivering. he looked messy, his hair a bit ruffled and his tank top shifted, but he still had that superior look in his eyes.