Sexual Toy {Yoonjin}

0.5

I looked discredited at the person in front of me, what the hell was he doing there? I swallow dry, still feeling the horrifying effect that smile was causing me little by little. His sadistic gaze was to make anyone afraid, and with me it would be no different, but there I would not lose, not now. I lift my chin and sigh deep, trying in a failed attempt to face the person standing in front of me.

"What are you doing here?" I ask calmly, in order to keep the firmness that was fading as that smile remained on his face, I looked away again.

"I came to pay you a visit, if I may say so." He said now without that smile on his face, which made my muscles less tense, but soon this tension increased when he thought about approaching me.

"Stay right there!" I say quickly enough to make him stop and look at me as if he had committed a crime by saying that. "W-Who let you in?" Cursed me eternally, because when I stutter I make my nervousness apparent, then that smile returned, only this time with more intensity.
Totally ignoring what I had said, he returned to approach, which made me inevitably move away, approaching the door. He bowed his brow became serious and stopped, only to be watching me.

"The doorman let me up." He went straight, making me look at him right away, I watched his face intently and there was no trace of him lying. My gaze was evident, I had not allowed Yoongi to enter or leave my apartment freely. " Before you complain about how I managed to get him to let me in, think about it. I’m always around when we’re making that deal..." He says making me bow my head, I was feeling dirty, but soon woke up from my light trance when I realized that it was closer to me. I then held the door handle tightly, preparing to open it when he was close enough, but it did not arrive, he stopped, and soon that macabre smile was replaced by a scowl.
"Who was that boy who brought you?" The sarcastic voice made me laugh mockingly, but was soon replaced by an accomplice smile in remembering Jungkook. Yoongi must have realized because his frown frowned, and his dissatisfied face soon gained even more shape.

"A friend of mine." I say crossing my arms, looking at him feeling hot from embarrassment because of his sharp gaze. Even not wanting was anxious with his answer, my chest warmed up with the possibility of being a kind of jealousy, but soon this possibility was ruled out when I saw the smile return to his lips.

"A friend, huh?" he says getting closer, staying at most half a meter away from me. "I thought that deal was just between us Jin... who only did that to me." My body paralyzed, and he just kept coming, with a cynical smile on his face, making me step back more, and slam my back on the door, and as if my life depended on it I held the doorknob with all my strength. At that time Yoongi stopped approaching and looked at me with arched eyes. "Are you seriously pulling away from me, baby?" I glanced at him, somewhat surprised by the nickname I did not expect to hear.

"Baby? Since when do you call me that, Yoongi?" I questioned him still with suspicion.

"Since when I know the effect this has on you Seokjin." he says now with his mouth in my ear, closing the door behind me brutally as he holds my chin making me look him in the eye. For a moment I scolded myself for not noticing his approach, but looking into his eyes so directly mesmerized me. "You’re so incredibly beautiful, baby. And so incredibly mine..." He whispered against my lips, going down on stamps to my neck, where he sucked slowly and strongly forcing me to think that soon I would be with a huge mark for that region, but that did not stop me from giving a slight gasp. His left leg seeped into the middle of mine, making me tense my muscles. Finally gave me a sore bite on the collarbone, making me moan in disgust. "Tell me, Seokjin. Do you behave like a real bitch with him like when you’re with me?" He turned my back to you by the waist, giving a painful grip in that region. "Do you moan like a bitch in heat like when you’re with me, Jimin?" I closed my eyes tightly to hear this name, holding the will to cry.

I felt the grip on my waist go away, making me sigh relieved, but this sigh was soon interrupted when I felt his hand stick into my neck making me completely lose my breath.

"I should kill you for being a real bitch to hang out with some guy but... you’re still good for a lot, baby."

And as if time had never passed like lightning, there I was again, in a deplorable position as I was taken up once more by someone who imagined someone else in my place, in a way that made me want to die every time I felt stronger against me. I couldn’t take it anymore, and after that torture session that he put me through, cursing me in every way while assaulting me both psychologically and physically. I promised myself, that would be the last time, and as if the same read my thoughts ended that act that disgusted me. I lay sore and tired, already feeling the tears fall, along with sleep.

******

I woke up with an unusual affection on my back, the aggressions of the previous night came like a thud when I tried to get up, making me moan with disgust, feeling each muscle compressing me, crying for rest, making me immediately give up wanting to get up. The affection that was done now stopped, and I could hear the voice that gave me chills.

"If you’d behaved that wouldn’t have happened, my baby..." Suddenly the will to cry came up and the tears came down sharp, making me sob. "I only ask you to be obedient, so we will avoid this kind of occasion." He whispered in my ear. "And don’t cry baby, it just makes me want to abuse you more." Ended his speech getting up from bed, going to wear his clothes. I only felt relieved when I heard the front door slam, causing me to cry copiously. With much effort I got up and turned my eyes around the room, not finding what I wanted most, walked slowly to the room, trying to hold the murmurs of pain that wanted to get out of my throat. I sighed looking around, finding my cell phone. Not long to take it in hand and dial to the only person you’ve been trusting lately. It didn’t take more than three taps to hear my natural tranquilizer.

"Hello?"

"Kookie" I muttered crying softly.

"Jin? What happened my love?" smiles for a moment at the affectionate nickname from which I am sure he did not notice calling me. But then I came back crying. "Jin?"

"Kookie, I can’t take it anymore..." I let the tears fall freely, I could swear that my cry could be heard from outside the apartment.
I shook my hand, closing my fist.
"Please Kookie, help me..."