Forget Me Not✓| Yoonmin(+18)

chapter twenty three (part two)

trigger warning: child abuse and rape

just please be careful

I experimentally force my hips up into him, watching his eyes close slowly. "just like that...do what feels right for you." he murmurs softly, leaning down to kiss me again. I tighten my hands on his hips a bit, guiding him to move like he did before and he moans softly, gripping my hair in his fists while he complies.

I bite my lip, trying to keep the panic in when I feel myself become hard at this. it's ok...it's ok. Jimin wouldn't force me to do anything and it feels good...everything's under my control.

He moans into my mouth. "are you ok? Does it...does it feel good for you?" his movements are slowing down, hesitating as he doesn't receive any reaction from me.

I think I drew blood, biting down so hard on my lip, and I want to get rid of my boner this instant. It doesn't feel good. It's been long since I've had a painful erection like this and having Jimin's ass crushing it should feel good but it doesn't right now. I have a sinking feeling in my chest, not wanting it anymore.

Should I tell him? should I just wait for him to get off? I owe him that much right? I can hold it in...I'll take a cold shower after...

He leans down, putting his small hands on either side of my head. "I see you're not feeling ok. Be honest with me. I promise it's ok. I'm not gonna be upset. It's been great already...I can wait a bit more."

I take a deep breath and nod. "I'm sorry...I don't know what came over me...can you please..." he doesn't let me finish before he gets off me, lying down beside me and keeping his head up on the palm of his hand.

"do you need anything? Water? Do you maybe want me to...go?" he's looking down at me while I'm working on remembering how to breathe, pushing the images of his big hand touching me where he shouldn't out of my head. Jimin's nothing like him...that's what I should focus on. Jimin's why I'm having a boner now, not his disgusting hand.

My therapist has been telling me it's ok to feel aroused and that there's nothing wrong with me being attracted to a man...that man being Jimin. The kid I watched grow up.

Jimin is laying his head on my shoulder, drawing patterns on my chest with his finger. "are you...thinking of him?" my breath hitches in my throat and I start to hyperventilate, all I tried up until now going down the drain.

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"you like it, freak?"

I whimper, trying to get away but his grip around the collar of my oversized torn off shirt, the only thing I have on, is too strong. My heart is leaping out of my chest and I'm so scared and his hand on my lower stomach is painful but it kinda feels good?

The pain overrides pleasure and mom laughs at my face, touching between her legs, completely naked. I don't recognize her face or laugh anymore. Maybe it's because it's so smoky in here? Her skin was pretty before but now it's dark and wrinkled with scary laughter and she barely wears clothes anymore...she told me it's not good to be naked before...why is she doing this now?

"look at his tiny little dick standing up...you like watching your whore of a mother get fucked?"

He takes his belt out, wrapping it around my bruised wrists and tying me to the coffee table. "then you're gonna watch...I'll hit you to death if you even blink, hear me bitch?"

I nod when his grip on my chin gets painful, not sure what I should be watching...at least he's not touching me there anymore...it felt weird. I don't like it.