⚠️ Warning : teeny tiny violence, unstable mental state, Stockholm syndrome
P.S: Blame Bamboo_shoot I tried writing obsessed but I stumbled upon her book called anchor and this just bugged me so much! So I had to!! 😭
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Looking at the boy on the other corner from where he was standing Kongpob thought the boy was much too delicate to be hanging around in a place like that. The next thing he knew, he approached the boy with the cutest dimple.
"What are you drinking, sexy?"
He purred, a hand slowly snaked over the boy's soft squishy hips.
"Mgghh I dunno... hic..what am I dwinking?"
The boy giggled, sticking his nose into his tall glass.
"Only beer. So fragile, aren't you?"
Kongpob murmured, taking the boy's cup out of his hands gently, leading him away from the blaring music and flashing colourful lights of the club.
"What's...hic...y-your name, Khun-?"
"I'm Kongpob. And what's yours, baby?"
"I'm Oon... Hmm A-Arthit... or O-Oon...hic..w-where are we going K-Konggyyppop?"
"What a warm name. You're just too precious, baby, I'm going to take you home with me."
"Noooo I need to go to my house, Kongy-"
"Shhh, Oon, get in the car."
Kongpob opened the door to his car and set Arthit inside, the fair boy plopping into the passenger seat with an oomph. He patted his pudgy thighs, giggling and slurring out nonsense.
"What a cute little baby, you are, Oon."
Kongpob started the car and Arthit slumped back into the seat, biting his lip. He then turned towards Kongpob with a serious face.
"O-ohh g-gosh!! Y-you aren't a murderer are you?"
The he giggled a little. His eyes were lidded and he looked half asleep.
"What?! Pfft! Of course not, baby. You just wait, I'm going to treat you real good."
Once the car hit stop, Arthit fell out of the car then backwards. His back snapped and smashed onto his dark brown hair twisting crookedly.
"I...hic...don't even k-know you, Khun Kongggyy!"
He snickered, Kongpob taking his hand and leading him into the house.
"You will, baby."
He paused, opening the door with a creak.
"You will."
"Okieeessss..."
Arthit stumbled in, gasping way too dramatically.
"Wooooohhh, it's b-big house, isn't it?"
"Hmmm. Why don't you sit down here and I'll get your room ready, okay Oon?"
"M-My room? You're s-silly, Khun. This isn't my house."
"Call me daddy, Oon."
"D-Daddy..?!"
Arthit frowned for a moment, his tongue stuck in between his teeth.
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Peraya Fantasy II || one shots ||
FanfictionJust oneshots and smuts that happens to linger in my mind from time to time. => Most of it is Rated, 18+ => I won't be having any warning within => This is a second book. => Feel free time check out the first book in my profile ~~Hey loves! If yo...
