There was no trying to reason with your stalker, he was always there, watching you, waiting for you and you knew that there was no escaping him not that you'd ever truly fought away from him before though. Maybe there was something wrong in your mind but you'd never feared your watcher, you'd always found him rather placid. That was until earlier in the night when he'd made a threat you could no longer ignore.
Your hand graced over your wrist as you remembered how hard he'd been squeezing your wrist in his grasp and you let out a small sigh. You'd been dancing with so many in the club and clearly, your stalker hadn't enjoyed watching other people being able to touch you and he'd come to you. The first time he'd ever touched you and spoken to you verbally. Before everything had been through notes, flowers or some text messages from unknown numbers. You could still feel his breath on your skin when he whispered in your ear.
"I bet you think you're real cute kitty letting them put their hands all over you. We'll see how cute you look after I get you home,"
You'd hightailed out of there so fast you were almost sure you'd left a cloud of smoke like you were some kind of cartoon character. Now you were in the "safety" of your own home which you knew wasn't safe, not even close. It was why you woke up to flowers inside of your home almost every day and then there were the times you'd woken up to notes telling you to get better locks. Thunder crashed outside and you jumped, turning to look at the balcony doors that were now open. But thanks to the darkness of October all you could see was the outline of your stalker staring at you,
"You were a bad girl tonight jagi." He said as he walked further into the room, Your hands shakily reached for the hammer you'd begun to sleep beside and he chuckled darkly. You'd never feared for your life but you'd slept with a weapon beside your bed just in case you ever needed it, not just for your stalker but who knew what could happen in the night.
"We both know if you were going to kill me, kitty, you'd have done it long before now." Lightening flashed and you dropped the hammer onto the floor.
"Minho?!" The hammer slipped down onto the floor, bouncing and almost hitting your toe but he pushed you out of the way and pressed you up against the wall.
"The one and only," He whispered, biting your lip as you slapped against his chest, How had you not recognised his voice earlier? Minho was someone you'd worked with for years and when you left jyp he hadn't been exactly nice about it. He'd tried to bribe you back into and when that didn't work he tried to threaten you. Clearly, this was all some kind of game for him as a way of getting revenge for leaving him.
"I told you I wasn't coming back to dance with you." You grumbled, staring at him as you reached for the lights and flicked them on.
"Oh jagi, you're cute. This isn't about dance, this is about us and our undying chemistry," He ran his hand over your cheek, his thumb gently running along your bottom lip before pushing your lips apart while you glared at him.
"What makes you think we have that?" You weren't an idiot, the reason you'd left being his choreographer in the first place was because of the sexual tension that there was between the two of you. God, it used to drive you insane going to work every day and having to act as though you didn't want him to fuck you against every surface of the dance studio. So you left. Cut him out and try to be cold so you won't have to talk to him anymore.
"You think I haven't seen you touching that pretty c*nt when I'm watching you? I know it gets you off." Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him,
"Even before you knew I was watching, you were moaning my name,"
"You're delusional." You tried to play it off as though it was nothing, that he had no idea what he was talking about but it was the truth. You used to touch yourself and cry out his name almost every night, imagining him in every way possible.
"No jagi, I took my Delulu pills this morning," He whispered before biting down on your lip, you let out a low moan and you hated yourself for it because he was right.
The idea of him watching you did get you off whenever you were laid in bed touching yourself and maybe it was the excitement of it all,
"I bet if I put my hand down your panties right now I'd find you soaking wet and all for me."
"I-I'm not wearing any." You admitted you'd gone clubbing without them on as it was just nicer with your dress but you let out a squeal as you were suddenly spun around with your chest pressed flat against the wall.
"Dirty f*cking whore," He growled, flipping your skirt up and groaning when he found that you weren't lying and the slap was delivered against your bare ass making you hiss out and buck your hips into the wall.
"W-What are you doing?!" You squealed, you'd only ever read about spanking in books and you'd never imagined it was something you'd enjoy but you'd loved the way that felt against your skin.
"Making good on my threat, let's see how cute you are after your little punishment." You wriggled a little but another slap was delivered to your ass and you bit back a moan, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to you.
"Who touched this pretty p**sy last?" He questioned as he ran his finger up your thigh agonisingly slow, almost touching you but holding back.
"Why?" You mumbled, not wanting to go into details about your past sex life.
"Because I want a list of people I need to kill for seeing what belongs to me,"
"I'm not a possession," You hiss at him as he chuckled a little,
"When was the last time someone touched you like this?" He quizzed, his voice soft this time as his other hand ran over your breast grazing over your hardened nipples and you sharply inhaled.
"A long time ago," You admitted shly before he pinched your nipple, your eyes fluttering shut a little,
"Minho," It came out in a sweet, breathless plea and he felt himself harden beneath his sweats . Tonight was supposed to be about punishing you but now all he wanted to do was please you.
"I'm going to worship this p**sy," He whispered as he watched you, your eyes found him and you bit down on your lip. You wanted nothing more than for him to bury himself inside of you, ruin you and f*ck you until you're screaming his name.
"You're fucking drenched," He whispered as he dipped his hand between your legs, your head falling forward against the wall and a moan left your throat.
"Do you like this? Your stalker spreading you open?" He hummed, rubbing your swollen bud until his fingers were soaked,
"You want to get finger f*cked by your stalker?" He whispered, biting down on your ear as you let out a whine, panting and rolling your hips back to try and get him to touch you more. He pushed your legs wider apart and pressed his thumb against your cl*t as he pushes a finger inside of you,
"You're so wet for me," He whispered as he pushed his finger as deep as it would go,
"Now answer my question, do you like being finger f*cked by your stalker?" He curled his finger inside of you and you clenched around him tightly, letting out the loudest moan you'd ever heard yourself do.
"Y-Yes! Yes! F*ck!" You cried out as your head tipped back, landing against his shoulder as he dragged his finger out of you, lazily rubbing our cl*t in circles before slamming his finger into you again. Air caught in your throat as you screamed his name out, sweat beginning to build on your forehead.
"My dirty little whore, letting me finger f*ck you when you claim to hate me," He pushed a second finger into you, stretching you out as your fingers curled into fists on the wall. The room filled with wet sounds as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, looking at you with a smirk.
"Minho"You moaned out as you clenched around his finger, his pace increasing with every pump. He leaned down, biting and sucking on your neck as he continued to f*ck his fingers into you.
"C-Close," You warned him, your vision begins to blur as you felt a tightness inside of your stomach and your eyes screwed shut. No one had ever been able to make you c*m so quickly before and you hated that it was coming from him, You hated how much you wanted this and you mostly hated how you never wanted it to end. Your legs squeezed together a little as you came around his fingers, screaming his name out as he gave you a toe-curling orgasm.
"Such a good girl," He whispered, pulling his hand away from you and looking at you as he took his fingers into his mouth cleaning them with his tongue. Your eyes locked onto his as you whined a little, throwing your arms around him before kissing him deeply.
The kiss was hot and commanding, he pushed you toward the bed laying you down as he took in the sight of you.
"I like this outfit on you, You've worn it a lot which means you like it too." He ran his hands over the fabric of your skirt and you frowned, Why would he notice what you were wearing?
"I didn't realise you noticed what I wore," He chuckled darkly at you, shaking his head. He'd noticed every little detail about you, from the moment you'd walked into the dance studio all those years ago he noticed everything.
"Oh Yn, I notice everything about you," He whispered before kissing you softly, gently laying beside you on the bed as you rolled on top of him continuing with what he'd just started.
** credit to artist for drawing ***
