crazy (scömìche)

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j: *crosses his arms over his chest, his eyebrow raised - snarls* well?

s: *reluctantly pulls out a stack of money from his pocket and holds it out to him*

j: *his eyes light up evilly and he snatches it, flipping through it slowly as he counts it*

s: *glances behind himself nervously, then turns back and watches him count*

j: *his lips curl back in a snarl once he finishes and stuffs the money in his pocket, but slams scott against the wall again* it's not enough. *pushes up against his throat*

s: *winces and glances at him - chokes out* s-sorry.

j: *his eyes darken and he pushes harder*

s: *gasps for air and pushes at his arm*

j: *smirks coldly - snarls* you like that? i bet you do, kinky b*tch.

s: *shakes his head and runs out of breath, desperately trying to push his arms away*

j: *eyes flash, but he pulls away* act like you love me. *grabs his hand and pulls him through the streets, putting on a smile*

s: *doesn't hesitate to obey, reluctantly gripping onto his hand*

j: *pulls him to a large house and opens the door, throwing him in*

s: *hits the ground with a small groan and looks up at him fearfully*

j: *yanks him up and slams him against the door, slamming their lips together*

s: *eyes widen and he tries to push him away*

j: *growls lowly into the kiss and forces his tongue into scott's mouth*

s: *makes a small noise and pushes him harder*

j: *growls louder and pins scott's arms over his head, continuing to roughly kiss him*

s: *whimpers quietly and struggles against him*

j: *growls against his lips* do you want me to punish someone else?

s: *shakes his head quickly*

j: *smirks evilly* that's what i thought. now, i'm going to let you go. you are to go into my bedroom. if you run, i swear you'll wish you'd never been born.

s: *nods slowly*

j: *roughly bites scott's bottom lip hard before pulling away and letting go of his arms*

s: *reluctantly walks away from him and down the hallway*

j: *smirks, following him*

s: *finds his bedroom and walks in slowly*

j: *enters behind them, closing the door and making eye contact with scott as he slowly locks it, smirking widely*

s: *shakes his head and backs himself up against the wall*

j: *softly, slowly moving closer to him* nah ah ah, scottie. i don't think so.

s: *moves away from him again*

j: *eyes flash* do you want me to get your f*ckboy?

s: *glances up at him* don't call him that.

j: *smirks* you don't like it when i call him your f*ckboy, huh?

s: *lower* don't call him that.

j: *smirks wider* hmm. you don't. *tilts his head* that's strange. he's definitely your f*ckboy. your f*cking psycho f*ckboy.