❝He stabbed me with a box cutter... almost.❞
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She's not scared of Suga, at least that's what she shows him. Literally lying down at her death bed or should we say death 'dental chair' in the middle of an unfamiliar dark room with a blinding lig...
"Our so called love was that of toxicity and death."
☹ She looks at Suga's eyes to try and prove he was playing but sincerity beamed, he wasn't joking. He was enjoying her existence as if she just said yes to marriage.
But is this really real? She stares at him, perplexed and confused as to what it meant.
Does he like my body for the black market or on the positive side... shit nothing's on the positive side... or.. or what if he meant that he won't let me go because... fuck I'll be a slave won't I.. will I be tortured? A-at least I won't be maybe auctioned? I mean he said he won't let me go... BUT on the other hand, am I even safe with him, I mean look at him he's beautiful... I mean he's DANGEROUS.. please no torture. I mean he hasn't hurt me. But he did try to scare, yes...
She overthinks her thoughts all over the place. She's stuck thinking of Suga's statement that could also be a confession. "You're one of a kind. I cannot ever let you go."???
She can't escape for what's to come since she's tied up and cornered. Her life's on the line and there's only one life.
The words he said were vague and almost unbelievable, it was hard to decipher. He's straightforward and it gets her confused.
Y/N? Naive and unfamiliar with simple honesty as she tries so hard to keep her questions to herself in an attempt to alter her fate.
Suga? He's falling in love(?). He's certain he wants to keep her, taste her, do things he never did to a woman. He wants her. She's worthy, worth the risk.
Both of them? Amateurs at socializing and understanding people.
Suga looks at her and his features soften. He thinks of doing sinful things to her and for her. But he won't, at least not yet.
He defines this as love, destiny even. Even though it's obvious he's clueless about what it means. All he knows is that he doesn't want to sell her insides. Instead, he wants to hold her tight and not let go. Even if it means breaking her spine and crippling her.
Just because she was fearless and a new type of human.
Suga closed his eyes and leans closer and closer to her startled face until their lips met. Suga's kiss was curious, similar to a teenage boy's first kiss.
He kissed you. Suga kissed you.. The psychopath kissed you...
She was surprised by his sudden approach, refusing to respond to the kiss. She stood still, frozen, she didn't know how to kiss. The movies didn't have a tutorial, even the porn ones.
Should I touch his arms or tilt my head? HOW do I make this believable?
Obviously, she has to continue what she started and commit to the I'm in love with you too facade.
Suga bit her bottom lip hard that it bled, where he tasted her metallic flavor. Y/N on the other side felt numb with the loud heartbeat that overpowers this foreign feeling, this sensual feeling.
He nibbles on her lips like a tasty chewable before ending the kiss with a cat lick on her neck. Suga faces her as he lifts her chin only to meet her bewildered eyes, rosy pink cheeks, and plump glossy lips. They stare at each other with eyes lustful in a mutual sense.
Y/N felt hot, raging with hormones and that feeling always ends up pushing people to do what it needs. She felt the tension enveloping her senses and she was lost in it. They both are.
They leaned in, aiming for the other's lips. Y/N tries her best and she's an expert now that Suga demonstrated it first hand. She's suddenly hungry for him as if she was drugged.
She bit Suga's upper lip earning a groan from him. She loves the sound, it awoke her and that bite visioned sparks. They make out for a good minute before Suga decides to fix the awkward position by placing his knee beside her thighs, climbing on the dental chair, hovering above her in a very dominant position.
He did not stop this session and kept taking over her mouth. He continues kissing her; this time rough and, needy.
Doctor Suga made a new version of a session. A session is usually a meeting of a doctor and their patient and this could be one but fairly different.
Suga's legs hooked themselves under hers as his bulging crotch meets her needy one. His hand grips her waist while the other one holds her jaw up as his tongue explores her. He couldn't dare stop kissing her. He's addicted. It's rough but sultry that in it feels like a tease.
They are seconds away from losing themselves, they slowly become aggressive with each other. His large hands scoop her back as she arches followed by a satisfied breath.
I can't do anything... I'm tied up.
"Unlock... me," she whines between moans of breath-catching and pleasure. She raises her hands up making loud sounds.
He opens his eyes to look at her. A low chuckle escapes his mouth as he licks her lips and pecks on them three times before unlocking the handcuffs. Y/N took a glimpse of his expression, sadly it was void of sexual desire, emotions in general, stoic.
She shrugged it off as her arms moved to the back of his neck and harshly pulled him into her. It was ecstatic, the feeling of pleasure from him. The slight touch of his fingertips, the way his hair tickles her. Everything was dreamy.
It's a good make-out session before I die. I think he does this to his previous victims and I think I'm really screwed.
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