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C.S - INNOCENT🔞

trigger warning :

contains mention of blood and usage of a switchblade. 

if any of these topics make you uncomfortable, don't proceed. 

read at your own risk.

CHOI SAN

INNOCENT 

Y/N'S POV

You had been watching San come home with blood smeared over his jaw and a few bruises on his face and knuckles. Upon asking about it, he would say that he fell in a pit or fought with someone because they messed up with his best friend.

Today was a bit overboard. There was blood smeared all over his leather jacket and pants. It kind of excited you to see San covered in blood but you didn't have a blood kink. The glorious sight of blood splattered on his pastel shirt, some dripping down his hands and a faint red smeared across his lips awakened an unknown desire in you.

You approach San who just shut the front door and making his way to the bathroom to clean up. Upon your arrival, he gives you an astonishing look. 

"Did you fall down the steps? Or someone beat up your ass?"

You speak up as he tries to form sentences but fails miserably and sighs instead.

"Well..."

you grab his wrist and bring it in front of his eyes. You sniff it a little before speaking up, 

"helped an injured animal? No no this is human blood. Tend to explain Sannie?"

 you question him as your strong gaze pierces his eyeballs. 

"Well, you are the one who should be answering right now."

He says while moving front as you take a few steps back before hitting the wall behind.

"How does my darling know to differentiate between animal and human blood?" 

San asks grabbing your wrist as he moves towards you. 

"ah. I don't know. But I know you wouldn't hurt me because I'm innocent." 

You blabbed out as you breathe hitches from the stare that San's giving you. 

"I guess, you choose to be bad to master."

He states before leaving and heading towards the bedroom. You take deep breaths because being under San while he stares at you as if you're his prey is suffocating. The sounds of objects shuffling in the drawers scare you. You peak a little in the bedroom to see what he's doing. It was the drawer where he kept the tools to punish when you decided to be a brat. 

You are fucked y/n!

Whenever San punished you, he acted as if in a demon's possession. It scares you to death each time but the feeling of your ass cheeks stinging when his hand came strongly in contact with them excited you.

San comes back with a marble handle in his hand. Its looks like a switchblade. He then clicked a button on the top of the handle and a blade sprung out. It had a sharp clip-point resembling a pointed dragger. 

"When the fuck did you get a switchblade?"

you yell at him as you didn't even have a hint of its presence. 

"Mind your words, darling." He says with a sly smirk.

San brought the knife in contact with your thigh running it up over your white t-shirt and placing it under your chin. You regret covering your bare body with just a t-shirt. You feel chills as the cold metal grazes against your bare skin and then he proceeds to tear your clothing. San loves undressing you in his own way. He never let you touch yourself.

He raised your chin with the cold metal as your eyes meet his dark, lustful ones. You don't even have a hint of what's going on in his head right now. You can't read him unlike other situations when you could perfectly predict his next move.

He moves forward leaning towards your neck before sucking on it as he brings the knife a little above your collarbones and making a slight cut, allowing the little drops to flow down freely. He watches your blood drip down your collarbones and lowers making your t-shirt stain a little.

"Ah, did I just waste your precious blood? Too bad."

San says as lets out a little chuckle before tilting his head a little towards the left while still staring at the cut he just made. With no hesitation, he leans in and starts sucking the cut as little whispers escape your lips while his hands get a tight grip on your neck and waist. 

"Just as I expected. Sweet~"

He whispers in your ear in bliss before grabbing you by the waist and seating you on the couch as he takes out your only clothing. He hated the sight of you touching yourself. 

He says,

'you belong just to him.'

The vintage lighting in the room glistening on your bare body as San eyes your naked form from afar like it's a delicacy while he licks his lips rotating the switchblade between his fingers. You get terrified as his gaze lands on your right thigh.

He takes few steps forward, getting down on his knees before grazing the sharp tip along your lower limb bringing it up to the back of your thigh, pressing it a little to make a long and slight deep cut.

Blood rushes out of the wound and San rushes to suck it off and licks his lips while looking right in your eyes. He continues to suck on the wound before moving a little forward. He starts to leave little kisses along with your inner things before moving towards your womanhood. 

He looks up at you before licking it like a cat.

"Buzzzzzz~ buzzzzzzzz~"

the doorbell rings, producing an ear-piercing sound as you both regret not changing it. He gets up to check the person at the door. You knew this fucker wouldn't continue it as you groan and let your head fall backward on the couch. "Fuck it", you scream as you grab your hair frustrated.