Kink (Completed)

Chapter 11: Broken

Pictured above is what JK body looks like in the story 

  I could still feel Jeon's hard body pressed against mine, my dick twitched in excitement. I stripped off his shirt I had been wearing the last few days, it is huge and looked more like a dress since it hung to my knees. I tossed it on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower, a few minutes later I walk into my room closing the door behind me. I pulled on a pale pink fluffy sweater and faded skinny jeans, thick warm socks and I'm done.

  Helen had taught me to cook a few things, so I headed to the kitchen to check what we had, I would probably need to go shopping. We are low on everything I see as I look in the fridge, there's six eggs some cheese and a few sausage links. I decide to make a breakfast scramble, in the freezer I find some shredded potatoes. Heating the pan with a little oil I toss in the potatoes let them brown, then add the eggs I've whipped in the bowl "something smells delicious" I jump and glare at Jeon "you scared the hell out of me" he chuckled "sorry, I didn't know you could cook" I nod "Helen taught me a few things, I love baking she said my cakes and cookies are better than hers" he smiled as he poured  himself a cup of coffee "I guessed how much coffee to use so be warned it may be awful" he took a sip "it's fine, I want to taste your desserts" my eyebrows disappeared into my hairline, was it just me or had that sounded dirty.

  I turned and looked at him, he is watching over the rim of his coffee cup "you've had plenty of opportunities to taste my desserts, it's not my problem if you passed them by" he spewed coffee everywhere. I giggled and moved the pan off the burner "What exactly do you mean by that?" I flit about the kitchen making toast and cooking the sausage "I usually make the dessert for dinner while Helen cleaned house, the berry trifle we had a couple of days ago I made. 

  He walked over and leaned a hip against the counter "really that was delicious" I made the lemon pound cake the night before and let it cool overnight then made the filling the next day. The limen cake and cheesecake filling balanced with the ras-" I turned and found him extremely close "I don't think we need a new maid, I can cook and do the cleaning. I would prefer not to have a stranger in our home" he reached out brushing my cheek with the knuckle of his index and middle finger as he gazed into my eyes "this is the first time I have heard you call it "our house" have you finally accepted this is where you belong?" he softly said.

  I shift nervously he is too close "go sit down breakfast is ready" he sighed and dropped his hand. Turning he headed to the dining room. I finished filling our plates and carried them to the dining room "I added fire sauce to yours since you like spicy" I said as I sat his plate down in front of him "you don't need to do this, you're not a maid" I sat down across from him "I helped Helen all the time, she was getting old and it hurt her knees to climb the stairs, so I cleaned the second floor. I like feeling useful. I don't mind doing the work, actually I prefer it because I like  things are spotless." He snorted "alright, but I will hire a few to come in and deep clean once a week" I sat my fork down, I'd lost my appetite. He didn't even trust me to clean the house, I stood up grabbing my plate "why don't you call Jenni if I remember she offers two for one service."

  His beefy fist slammed down on the table making his plate rattle, I ignored him and continued to the kitchen. I hear his chair scrap the floor but think nothing of it till I'm picked up, my plate falls from my hands shattering as it hits the hardwood floor. He sets me on the table bending over, so he could look into my eyes "Jeon what the fuck is wrong with you!?" I shout. I'm so turned on right now it's ridiculous, one of my biggest kinks is being manhandled by a much bigger man. I've had quite a few fantasies that started just like this and ended with him fucking me till I cried.

"There is only one person I want and it is definitely not a woman"  I felt my heart sink, I had completely forgotten he had someone. I pressed my palms against his chest pushing him back "I need to clean up this mess. I would really appreciate it if you would stop touching me I'm not a toy" I snapped jumping off the table, I hear a loud crash and jumped. Turning to look I realize he had thrown a chair against the wall "is my touch that appalling?" he asks his massive chest rising and falling with the rage that coursed through his body, flames danced in his eyes "you lied to me, you said you could never hate me, but I can barely touch you without you cringing in disgust!" he shouted "that's not true, jackass" I shouted in return "I have no problem with you touching me that the fucking problem" realizing what I said I turned away quickly, but he caught my arm jerking me against his body, his fingers cupped my face as his lips settled on mine, I moaned melting into the kiss his lips are velvety soft, abruptly he shoves me away. I stagger back my foot hatching on one of the chairs I fall hard, hissing as my hand lands on a shard of porcelain from the broken plate" that was a mistake" he says not bothering to look at me as he leaves the room. Seconds later I hear the front door slam shut, cradling my profusely bleeding hand to my chest I sob.

   Of course, it was a mistake, I'm a mistake, why would anyone love someone like me. All I'm good for is a good fuck, nobody wants to keep me around after. My heart hurt terribly I wanted someone to make it go away, pulling my phone out of my back pocket I called the only person I could think of. 

MY: hey are you coming over?

I sobbed into the phone hand shaking uncontrollably    

PJ: make it stop please it hurts so much

MY: Jimin, calm down, what's wrong?

I sat crying, blood soaking into my sweater 

PJ: he said it was a mistake, I'm a fucking mistake he should have let me die. God, it hurts so much

MY: Jimin stay put I'm coming over, don't do anything stupid 

  The call ended "something stupid" I mumbled to myself as I stared at the shards of porcelain.