ENG - Fractured Fates ʰʸᵘⁿˡᶦˣ

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I felt the cool air on my skin before I felt his warm lips around my member. [...]

He playfully glided his tongue over my most sensitive spot, circling the sensitive tip before slowly traveling down the entire length. His hand gripped my hard cock firmly, sliding up and down in a steady rhythm, gripping a little harder each time.
The sweet pain he inflicted on me as he took my throbbing glans into his mouth was so intense that I felt like I was going to lose my mind at any moment.
"Oh God," I murmured, my voice rough with arousal. My hips instinctively thrust against his hot, wet mouth as he pleasured me with a devotion that took my breath away. His hands slid roughly over my thighs and his fingers left a burning trail on my skin before gripping my ass tightly, making me feel completely in his control.

The moist heat of his mouth enveloped my shaft and I felt every hot breath as it brushed over my sensitive skin. Every touch of his soft lips and skillful tongue sent shivers of pleasure through my body, so intense that I threw my head back and surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.
My hands clawed even harder into the old, worn seat as my body began to tremble under his touch. He played with me, varying the tempo, sometimes faster, sometimes slower and every time I thought I could get used to the rhythm, he changed it again.

His tongue danced around my glans, licking and sucking, while his hand continued to massage my shaft. "Fuck," I gasped, unable to suppress the urge to thrust my hips towards him. He took me in willingly, his lips and tongue working tirelessly on my shaft with faster and faster up and down movements of his head.
His hands slid more firmly over my thighs, his fingers dug into my flesh and the feeling of his dominance sent a new wave of arousal flooding through me.
The feeling of his tongue circling my glans before taking me deep into his mouth again made me groan with pleasure. My breathing became faster and heavier, my heartbeat rumbled loudly in my ears and I felt the tension building inside me. An unbearable tingling sensation spread from my center and permeated every fiber of my being, making my skin prickle with anticipation.

My hands found purchase in his hair, my fingers dug firmly into it and I couldn't stop another deep moan from escaping my lips. His response was to take my cock even deeper and I felt a wave of pleasure race through my body, almost overwhelming me.
I felt him smile, his lips closed even tighter around my member and the movements of his tongue became even more intense. It stroked my most sensitive area in gentle, yet precise movements, while his lips closed tightly, almost roughly, around my pregnant body. This contrast drove me crazy.
With a combination of sucking, licking and rough biting, he brought me closer and closer to the edge of climax. His hands moved to my ass cheeks, gripping them tightly, massaging them and pulling them apart. My muscles tensed, my body began to shake uncontrollably under the intense stimulation, while more and more moans escaped my throat.
This man definitely knew what he was doing.

I could feel the tension inside me building to breaking point and my breathing became faster and more erratic. My hands clawed harder into his hair, my fingers burying themselves in the thick strands as I involuntarily thrust my hips against his mouth. The world around me blurred, existing only as a background noise as all my senses focused on him and his tongue around my cock.
"I can't ... no more," I burst out between my now incessant moans. My body was tense, every muscle twitching and I knew I couldn't hold off much longer, no matter how much I wanted to. His response was a deep, satisfying hum that I felt vibrate through my cock and it was this final impulse that finally made me pour myself completely into his mouth.

He didn't let a drop escape and swallowed greedily while I pressed myself against the worn seat with trembling legs. His mouth worked tirelessly, sucking my cock further, as if he wanted to absorb every last trace of my lust.
My breathing was heavy and erratic and each breath was riddled with the echoes of the orgasm that shook my body. His tongue continued to play over my sensitive glans, causing sweet, agonizing aftershocks that made me tremble.
He looked up at me, his eyes glowing with desire and lust as he slowly slid my cock out of his mouth. He looked at me with a smile on his lips that seemed triumphant.

His hands slid demandingly over my body, his fingers digging into my skin and making me tremble with desire. With a hungry, lustful look, he leaned forward and kissed my stomach, his lips hot and wet on my skin. Every touch of his lips and tongue was like an electric shock that shot through my body.
"You taste damn good," he growled hoarsely in a deep, raspy voice and his words sent a new wave of pleasure through my body.
He let his tongue glide over my glans once more before slowly straightening up. With one fluid movement, he leaned forward, his lips found mine and I tasted the salty aftertaste of my own cum on his lips. The kiss was wild and demanding and I couldn't help but meet it with equal intensity.

His hands slid greedily over my body, exploring every curve, every muscle fiber with a hungry desire. He let his fingers glide over my chest, teasing my hard nipples before sliding his hand further down. "I want you," he whispered hoarsely in my ear, his voice full of greed and dominance. I felt his hot breath tickle my neck and goose bumps spread across my skin.
He pushed me harder against the worn seat, his fingers slipping between my legs and finding their way to my ass. Slowly, almost agonizingly, he began to finger me before pushing it deep inside me. A deep moan escaped my lips as he began to stretch me, his movements skillful yet demanding.

"I want all of you," he murmured, his voice low and raspy as he added a second finger, the movements of his hand intensifying. My body tensed and every muscle trembled with anticipation and desire.
His mouth found mine again, our tongues battling against each other as his fingers worked inside me, stretching and preparing me for the inevitable. The heat in my abdomen grew unbearable, every movement of his fingers, every pressure of his hand made the pleasure explode inside me.
"Please," I gasped after releasing the kiss, unable to maintain control. A self-satisfied smile flitted across his lips as he pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me empty and longing for a moment.

He ripped my jogging pants completely off my legs while I helped him with impatient pedaling. Then he pulled his own pants down just a bit, just far enough to free his hard, throbbing cock. With one powerful movement, he lifted me up and flipped me onto all fours on the worn back seat.
He positioned himself behind me, grabbed my hips and placed the tip of his hard cock against my moderately prepared hole. With one swift, ruthless thrust, he rammed himself into me, filling me to the hilt as he pressed my ass firmly against him.
The searing pain of penetration mingled with a perverse, overwhelming pleasure as he thrust deeper into me. The feeling of being so completely filled was overwhelming and painfully intense and I couldn't help but moan loudly as my hands clawed at the seat.

He didn't give me a second to get used to the feeling, but fucked me with hard, relentless thrusts from the very beginning. He gripped my hips tightly and his fingers dug into my skin as he pulled me towards his cock. The car was filled with the sound of our bodies colliding and my uncontrollable moans that he coaxed out of me with each deep thrust.
With a powerful tug, he pulled me even closer to him and his movements became faster and harder. Every fiber of my body tensed, overwhelmed by the intense mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Fuck," I let out between moans as I lost my balance in my arms, unable to hold on due to the forceful penetration while my body shook with pleasure. His thrusts became even more brutal and I could feel his cock throbbing deep inside me. His hands dug harder into my hips, leaving deep, red marks on my skin as he fucked me relentlessly. Each thrust hit a sensitive spot inside me, driving me mad with lust.

His rough hands traveled up my back as he withdrew from me again and again, penetrating deep inside me once more. He gripped my upper body and pulled me forcefully onto my knees, forcing me to rest my hands on the steamed-up windows. In this position, I felt him even deeper inside me and a loud, uncontrolled moan escaped my lips.
His fingers found their way to my stiff cock, gripped it tightly and began to pump in time with his thrusts as he held me upright with his left hand. This double stimulation drove me to the brink of madness. My body tensed, every muscle trembling as I felt a huge wave of pleasure building inside me.

The heat of his breath on my neck, the feel of his hard, pulsing cock deep inside me and the relentless movement of his hand on my own cock brought me to the edge of the abyss.
My fingers clawed at the cold glass as I desperately tried to hold myself up. The windows fogged up more and more and the world outside blurred and I even forgot we were in his car as I lost myself in this moment of pure ecstasy.
The steady, raw slapping of his movements and the deep moans of his voice intensified the pure pleasure inside me. A hot shiver ran through my body as he quickened his rhythm and penetrated me with even greater intensity.

My hands slipped on the glass, leaving wet marks as I desperately tried to hold on. His breath burned hot on the back of my neck and his movements became wilder, more uncontrolled. The combination of the hard grip on my cock and the merciless thrusts deep inside me caused a burning heat to rise inside me. The tension inside me grew unbearable until I could no longer resist. My body twitched and shook as I poured into his hand with a loud moan.
I then felt his hand on mine, tangling it with mine and pressing it against the window, while his other hand gripped my neck and applied pressure. He withdrew from me completely, only to penetrate again all the more forcefully and elicit more loud moans from me.
He thrust into me even harder and sloppier a few times until he finally came too and poured himself into me with a deep, satisfied moan. I felt his cum filling me up as he thrust a few more times, his movements slowing down.

Still breathing heavily, he stayed deep inside me for a moment before slowly withdrawing. A feeling of emptiness and pulsing afterglow flowed through me as he lowered me onto the back seat. I felt his cum slowly leaking out of me, leaving a sticky trail that felt uncomfortable and strangely satisfying at the same time.
He leaned back, his chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths as he looked at me with a lustful gaze. With a sudden jerk, he grabbed me roughly by the hips and flipped me onto my back as he lowered himself heavily onto me.
I was still struggling to catch my breath, while he had already calmed down completely and continued to breathe calmly. It surprised me because I would never have thought that he was someone who cuddled after sex. Rather, I thought he would just get off and leave me here.

Still trembling in my body, I put my arms around his shoulders and closed my eyes, exhausted. I hadn't had sex for ages, which made it all the more intense and I would still be feeling the after-effects tomorrow.
"Do you always say thank you like that?" I asked hoarsely once my breathing had calmed down again. He laughed briefly and shook his head slightly. "Sometimes," he replied calmly and with a hint of amusement.
I rolled my eyes at his answer and left it at that, because despite everything, I couldn't complain. "We're such bad friends," I muttered afterwards. "Our best friends are miserable and we're sleeping together."

I felt him open his eyes as his eyelashes brushed my bare skin since my top was still pushed up. He blinked a few times before closing them again and sighing. "Sex is one of the few things that distracts and calms me. Otherwise I'd die of heart failure because of that bastard," he whispered.
I let my fingers run through his hair as I listened to him and played with his strands. "And what would the other one be?" I asked, trembling as my body was still shaking from just now. "Drugs, alcohol or hurting others," he replied with a calmness that contrasted sharply with his words.

He slipped his hands between me and the back seat and took a deep breath. "The thought of losing that moron scares me. I'd rather distract myself with things like that instead of facing reality," he added quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
I widened my eyes in surprise and lifted my head to look at him, but all I could see was his black hair on my chest, so I lowered my head again. Was he someone who got emotional after sex? Kind of cute.
"I don't think what you're doing is right, but you can tell how much you care about each other. That's nice," I said as my gaze wandered out of the steamed-up window, where drops were forming and slowly moving down the pane in lazy streams.

I heard him sigh again before he replied. "If you'd been through anything like what I've been through, you'd be the same," he grumbled harshly. I swallowed hard and paused with my fingers playing in his hair. "What have you been through?" I asked cautiously. I had no hope of an answer, but it was worth a try.
But he remained silent and my hopes of finding out more about him disappeared. However, when he began to speak, I widened my eyes in surprise. "My father was a violent son of a bitch. Not only did he beat up the others and me and broke our bones, but he also abused the woman who gave birth to me and the boy who was supposed to be my brother and sold them to perverts and pedophiles for money. Since I was younger than the other boy at the time, I wasn't that interested in sex, more in hand jobs or blowjobs," he suddenly explained and I felt my heart get heavy and start beating faster.

Hearing those words made me incredibly angry. "One day, the woman and the boy ran off and left me alone with my producer. By then I was old enough for him to abuse and sell me instead of the other two," he continued in a calm voice.
The more words he said, the more tears gathered in my eyes. How could parents do this to their own children? "Then one night, while he was asleep, I tried to kill him and stabbed him savagely with a blunt knife. But unfortunately the wanker didn't die and I was sent to juvenile prison for attempted murder, as I was only 15 at the time. That's where I met Hyunjin a year later," he said, his voice now barely more than a whisper.

There was a soft, bitter laugh from him before he continued, leaving me no time at all to deal with my troubled feelings. "We shared one of those teenage rooms there and hit it off from the very first second," he began, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "It was as if we'd known each other all our lives. His eyes were like mine at the time and I knew he was just as fucked up. However, I still don't know what brought him there and he doesn't know from me either. But that didn't matter to us either," he continued, shaking his head slightly. "Neither of us was interested in the other's past and perhaps that was one of the reasons why he became so important to me." His voice softened and a sigh escaped his lips as he turned his head the other way and lay more comfortably on top of me.

By now, hot tears were streaming down my face, but not because I was sad, but because I felt an incomprehensible rage inside me. The cruelty he had experienced was beyond my imagination and yet it was his reality.
"We even got out of juvenile prison with only one day's difference and we were inseparable ever since," he said in an incredibly calm, almost monotone voice. "We lived together on the streets, stealing from people and stealing their valuables and money or stealing food from supermarkets. Sometimes we went hungry for days."

He paused for a moment before continuing: "At some point, we ended up staying with homeless people who took us in. It was scary, because their place was kind of like a camp where almost every homeless person in the city lived. That's where we really learned how to survive on the streets."
I felt the corner of his mouth turn up into a smile as he continued: "The others really taught us how to steal, how to break into cars or doors, how to fight, how to treat our own wounds and so much more that we needed to survive."

As he spoke, I tightened my grip on his body and pulled him closer to me, as if I could protect him from the shadows of his past. My tears flowed steadily and my shoulders shook slightly under the weight of the emotions I could no longer hold back. The soft sniffle that came from my throat interrupted the silence that spread between his words.
His breathing was calm and steady, a soothing rhythm amidst the chaos of my emotions. My heart was heavy with compassion and anger, a mixture that almost threatened to overwhelm me.

Again, I heard a soft sigh from him. "About two years later, we met Chan, who suddenly appeared one day. He offered us and a few others work, even though he was barely older than us. We accepted his offer and he took us from Busan to Seoul," he said with shocked composure. "There we were trained by him and others from his ranks - specializing in murder, torture, espionage, dealing, fighting, elimination and much more," he continued, a grim seriousness permeating his voice. "Of the 18 people we were at the beginning, only Hyunjin and I survived this training. Since then, we've been part of Chan's group for over ten years now."

He paused for a moment before adding quietly: "Oh yes, before we went to Seoul with Chan, Hyunjin and I killed my parents together. That's how I got revenge on them for what they did to me." His tone was so casual that it sent another shiver down my spine.
"That's the beauty of Hyunjin... He just goes along with it without asking why," he said, his voice sounding almost melancholy. "It was the same when I told him I wanted to sleep with him and to this day he still thinks it was my first time. I just wanted to find out if sex is always so shitty. But he really made me learn to love it."

I slowly released my arms from him and wiped the tears from my face with trembling hands. A loud sob escaped me and my body shook with emotion.
Of course I was glad that he trusted me and told me, but at that moment I wished I hadn't found out and had remained unsuspecting. This cruel truth hurt much more than the dark fantasies I had imagined to justify their actions - when they were both just two children. Two innocent children who had been drawn into the wrong circles and forced into a brutal world.
Minho was right: I would probably have become the same person as they were if I had suffered the same fate. At least I could understand it much better now, although that was no excuse for what they did.

I felt the pressure on my body ease as he pulled back a little and slowly I took my hands from my face and looked at him. He was leaning over me and gave me a weak smile. "Just ignore what I said," he began in a sighing tone. "I get extremely emotional worrying about that idiot and even more so after sex." His voice trembled slightly as he straightened up and sat down next to me.
He picked up my pants from the floor, which had fallen down, and tossed them to me. With my legs together, I slid into a sitting position and looked at him, still crying. "Get dressed, we're going back inside," he said firmly as he adjusted his own clothes.

I pulled my top down to cover myself and somewhat awkwardly slipped back into my sweatpants. "Even though you've been through so much, you're still a good person somewhere deep inside. That's impressive," I murmured quietly, wiping away the last of the tears that were running down my cheeks before they stopped.
Next to me, I heard a dry, almost bitter laugh coming from him and I looked over at him, confused. "Where did you get the ridiculous idea that I'm a good person?" he asked me incredulously, raising an eyebrow.
I averted my eyes, shrugged my shoulders and looked down at my hands, which were resting nervously in my lap. "Aside from the way you talk sometimes, you treat me well, even though I'm actually kind of a prisoner to you guys. Besides, you stopped Hyunjin from killing Felix and me. Nobody does that unless they're a good person," I explained to him with a trembling voice.

I heard his laughter again, even colder this time. "Don't get me wrong, ex-Blondie," he said sharply, "but I wouldn't have cared if you'd been shot by Chan in the hospital." His eyes narrowed as he continued. "I only protected you from Hyunjin because you saved his life back then - twice, in fact. I was only paying my debt to you. He also protected you and the other blondie from Chan first. He must have had something in mind, even if I don't yet know what. Until I find out, I'm going to make sure neither you nor your friend get killed because of our shit."
His voice suddenly turned icy cold as his eyes bored into mine. "So don't think I'm a good person, because I'm not. I kill people and play with them, so don't spin something just because I fucked you. My thanks were sincere, but that's about it for my feelings towards you."

I clenched my hands into fists, felt my nails pressing painfully into my palms and swallowed the heavy lump in my throat. It was somehow obvious that I would fall in love with such a person.

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