Poison (5/?)
Poison (5/?)
Kai/Lu Han, Kai/SeHun
M (language, dubious consent, pseudo-rape)
Romance/Drama/Angst
so does anyone still remember this fic?
I hope someone does..
Been gone so long (busy training for my new job, yay!)
I predict I'll be busier, but that's a problem for later.
Still, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Weirdly enough, this offer to help didn't materialize in the days or weeks after. Jongin started and jumped and waited apprehensively every time SeHun came near him, to which SeHun replied by ignoring him altogether.
It was this way until many months after, when Jongin's stomach had forgotten what it felt like to house lead, when he had forgotten SeHun’s ominous offer.
It was his birthday when SeHun had dragged him out of their place and into an area Jongin hadn't known existed in their district. The place was lit with almost garish lights, streets littered with the smell of smoke and drugs, and people with so little dress hanging out on the streets, eyeing them hungrily.
Jongin shivered.
"SeHun." he whispered. "I don't like this place."
SeHun dutifully ignored him, marching purposely inside the district with Jongin in tow.
"SeHun!" Jongin said, tugging his hand and SeHun, in response, tightened his hold, pulling him towards a brothel. He pushed Jongin through the door with little difficulty even as Jongin dug his heels to the floor.
"SeHun!" A woman calls, lifting her voluminous skirts and walking briskly towards the both of them.
"Darling, good to see you again." she said, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, her red lips stretched into a smile. SeHun nodded politely.
"Madam." he intoned.
"And who do we have here?" She said flirtatiously, eyeing Jongin.
"This is Jongin." SeHun replied, pushing Jongin forward and right into the woman's waiting arms.
Jongin cursed under his breath, pulse quickening as he tried to look for escape routes.
"Handsome boy." The woman said, turning Jongin's face left and right. "Alright, now what do you want for him, SeHun? I'm assuming I'm getting something for him and not you.”
"Let him try Lila." SeHun said after a brief pause, smirking at Jongin's venomous look.
"Good choice.” She replied, motioning to another girl who steered Jongin away from the lobby and into a hallway, pushing him past the rows of doors until they paused at Room 11.
"In you go." She said cheerfully, pushing Jongin inside and locking the room behind her as she followed him. "Lila will be coming along so I'll stay with you until then."
Jongin shuddered, eyeing the bed with distaste.
"Are you nervous?" she asked, mistaking his shudder as restlessness and maybe desire. Jongin wasn’t in the mood to entertain her.
He felt the panic rising up in his chest.
"No, not really." Jongin groused with rising hysteria. "I don't want to be here, damn it."
"Well, too bad." the girl continued, as if Jongin hadn't expressed his aversion. "You're stuck here until Lila is done with... whatever she wants to do with you."
She grinned.
Jongin groaned.
It was minutes, maybe hours later to Jongin, when Lila came, body undulating beneath her shimmery blue frock.
"Oh, here's the little boy." she said, pressing long, red-tipped fingernails to Jongin's chin.
"I am fourteen." Jongin said as calmly as he could, despite the thudding of his heart.
"Still little." she grinned, and shooed her companion anyway. The door shut with a soft click that still sounded so loud to Jongin's ears. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you a man.”
"Let me go. Please." he whispered. Lila just laughed, pressing soft kisses to Jongin's cheeks, smearing her lipstick, as she guided Jongin's hand to her fat breast.
"You paid for me, dear boy, and I cannot not pay you back. That would be... ungrateful of me." she whispered, voice husky with suggestion.
Jongin's face flamed and he tugged his hand back frantically, but Lila's hand was steady and she tightened her grip on his wrist.
In vain he curled his fingers into a knuckle, but his thumb brushed her nipple by accident and she gasped in delight.
Jongin squeaked.
"Let me go, let me go." he begged, tears of frustration pooling at the corners of his eyes.
Lila hummed, wiping his tears. "There, there. Don't cry." she said, voice mockingly gentle.
"It will feel good, I promise." Lila said, and drew her hand downward, cupping his length.
He gasped, feeling almost violated.
"How does it feel?" She asked, stroking lightly, small touches igniting little fires on Jongin's skin.
"No----stop." he huffed, holding her wrist, but she continued her ministrations, pressing just a little bit harder on his burgeoning erection.
Jongin felt sick, and with a sudden burst of energy, wrenched her hand free and pushed her away.
"Stop it!" he hissed, chest heaving.
"Why should I?" She asked. "It is an insult to one as I if a man leaves my room without receiving pleasure in any way I could offer."
She laughed scornfully.
"So know that I refuse. I am used to a courtesan's life. You would not find me sighing in relief when I am spared from a man's attention for one evening, and instead, now I ask myself if I have offended my patrons, or if they found me repulsive, or if they found my services lacking."
She glided back to him, and pressed her fingers to his jaw once again, this time hard enough to bruise. She turned his face this way and that. "And now, dear Jongin, I find myself asking why you would refuse."
"I---"
"Am I ugly?" she asked.
Jongin gulped. "No."
"I don't think my patrons have complained that I have done them a disservice..." she mused, stringing her hand through Jongin's locks.
"So what's the problem here?" She said, looking deep into his eyes.
"Do you not want me?" She whispered, face a mere's breadth away from his.
"No." Jongin replied quickly.
Too quickly.
Suddenly, she grinned. "Ah. The right question should have been: am I not the one you want?"
They stared at each for a few moments before Jongin's eyes fluttered shut.
"Ah. Thought so." she crowed. "Oh, you poor, poor dear. It must be someone whom you think you cannot have!"
"Shut up!" Jongin hissed, but Lila ignored him.
"The Madam told me you came with SeHun..." she mused, watching at the corner of her eye when Jongin tried to hide the tremor that ran through his body at the mention of SeHun's name.
"Ah." She clapped her hands. " A drama is unfolding before my very eyes!"
"Fuck, stop it---" Jongin said harshly, but she ignored his words.
"Don't you want to ask me how he is in bed, Jongin?" she asked, splaying her fingers on Jongin's chest.
Unbidden, Jongin's dreams came rushing back into his head. Heat started to pool in his belly and he tried to inch away from Lila but she laughed almost coquettishly and pressed her thumb to Jongin's collarbone.
"Don't you want to ask how that smooth expanse of skin tastes like? Or how he looks like when he comes? Don't you want to see it for yourself, you impaling yourself on his dick or you fucking him into oblivion?" she said, coming close to whisper in his ear.
"Oh, but no, you can't have him." she said wickedly.
"I wonder why. Is he too good for you, or are you too dirty for him?"
"Fuck-- FUCK YOU! Shut up! Shut up shut up!" he screamed, ripping away from her and catching himself on her sharp fingernail.
He slid against the floor, tears finally streaming down his face, as he watched her twirl, falling back into the bed with an almost careless fall.
"Poor, poor boy." she said finally, voice almost gauging Jongin for a fight.
"Have you told SeHun you're lusting after him?" she crooned in delight as she rested her face on her palm, lying on her side. "Have you told him you wanted him, wanted to fuck him, want him to fuck you, and wanted him to make all your perverted dreams come true?"
"You---- you fucking bitch!" Jongin cursed, launching himself at her, and she only laughed, fighting off his advances easily.
"You could do it you know. Pretend I'm SeHun and have all your wicked way with me." she said as she gasped in delight as he squirmed on top of her, fighting to gain advantage and injure her porcelain face.
He hit her on the cheek with a loud, resounding slap, and she winced, but pushed up her elbows to glare in his face.
"Of course, I'll probably pale in comparison since I don't have a dick-- but you know what? That's the closest to SeHun you'll ever get." she said, eyes blazing maliciously.
With a loud cry, Jongin pushed her, making her fall onto her back on the bed.
"I hate you. I hate you." he cried out, trying to restrain her hands, but she wasn't even retaliating. He fisted her hair roughly in his hand and pulled, waiting for her to scream and yank her hair back, but she only laughed.
"Pretend I'm SeHun, dear baby." she said mockingly. "You can do it, prove that you are a man despite your love for one!"
With a cry pulling deep from his throat, Jongin kissed her.
It was messy and it was all teeth and his nose bumped with hers and he was shaking in anger and nervousness and embarrassment because he didn't know how to do this, he didn't want to, but this woman, and SeHun---
SeHun---
Abruptly he pulled at Lila's clothing, tearing it, still hissing scornfully at her. She just laughed and did as he wanted, lying languidly on the bed and taking his abuse with sharp laughter and breathy moans of delight.
And in his mind, it was SeHun who was looking up at him, eyes glazed with desire.
He didn't know how to do this, not at all, but he grounded his hips against hers instinctively, thrusted against her. He bit her lip and smiled in satisfaction when it drew blood, ran his nails on her arms and wishing she could bleed, but the scratches did not draw blood and remained long strips of red, red, red. A bruise was starting to form on her pale cheek where he had hit her, and her clothes were tatters, surrounding her messily. She was bare before him and Jongin supposed she was beautiful, in others’ eyes, but she was vindictive and dirty and moaned like the slut that she was, not like SeHun who was perfect---
He took hold of her shoulders and pressed her into the sheets, and from where he touched, her beauty began to corrode and fall off in pieces.
He laughed harshly and she stared at him quizzically.
“You bitch.” Jongin said, curling his fingers on her shoulders harder, hard enough to hurt, and she keened and spread her legs wantonly, pulling him close to her and in one smooth motion, plunging his sheath inside her warm body.
Jongin recoiled, sudden mind numbing horror flickering in his head.
It was wrong, this wasn't SeHun, no, no, no---
But she wrapped her legs around his frame and they were like a vise, keeping him in place. He didn't move, but she did, clenching and pulling at him, and it was wrong but he felt so good, so good---
But it wasn't SeHun.
It was Lila underneath him, voice shrill as she screamed her pleasure, rocking against him.
“Fuck you.” Jongin glared, and she laughed in his face.
“You’re doing exactly that, darling, you’ve not lost your mind, have you?”
He cursed her and with wiry strength pulled out and slammed back into her body, and she screamed.
“Oh, yes, exactly that, baby. Can you see SeHun in my place, screaming and moaning your name?” She said breathlessly, gasping lewdly after a particularly hard thrust.
“No, because he’s not like you, you fucking bitch.” Jongin spat, disgusted with himself.
She started twisting and tightening around him, and he gasped.
His tears started falling, feeling betrayed by his body, feeling anger and the steady thrum of his blood screaming at him to hurt her even as he gasped in pleasure at the sweet torment. When she paused to catch her breath, tight and wet all around him, he glared at her and with a sudden surge of resentment, hissed, "I love you.", and she laughed.
"Of course you do." she said, sweat matting her hair to her forehead, but otherwise she was nonplussed, and started thrusting against him again.
He shivered in her hold.
"I love you, I love you." he kept muttering at her, because it was more hateful than all his cursing and all the obscenities that filtered through his mouth, but he was still crying, and inside his mind he was screaming for SeHun to come and take him away from this nightmare.
And she laughed, and laughed, her body's vibrations sending rifles of pleasure to his cock.
"I love you too, baby." she said breathlessly, watching gleefully as Jongin's eyes dilated, his pleasure close.
After a while, he cried out, "SeHun!" as his vision whitens and there's a deep shudder of pleasure, an almost agony because of its strength, and he's sobbing under his breath, crying SeHun's name.
SeHun, I love you, I love you, please---
SeHun.
And his world fades to black.
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er. right.
/runs
will someone murder me for hurting Jongin, poor baby?
please don't.
please read and review!
Previous Chapters:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Kai/Lu Han, Kai/SeHun
M (language, dubious consent, pseudo-rape)
Romance/Drama/Angst
so does anyone still remember this fic?
I hope someone does..
Been gone so long (busy training for my new job, yay!)
I predict I'll be busier, but that's a problem for later.
Still, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Weirdly enough, this offer to help didn't materialize in the days or weeks after. Jongin started and jumped and waited apprehensively every time SeHun came near him, to which SeHun replied by ignoring him altogether.
It was this way until many months after, when Jongin's stomach had forgotten what it felt like to house lead, when he had forgotten SeHun’s ominous offer.
It was his birthday when SeHun had dragged him out of their place and into an area Jongin hadn't known existed in their district. The place was lit with almost garish lights, streets littered with the smell of smoke and drugs, and people with so little dress hanging out on the streets, eyeing them hungrily.
Jongin shivered.
"SeHun." he whispered. "I don't like this place."
SeHun dutifully ignored him, marching purposely inside the district with Jongin in tow.
"SeHun!" Jongin said, tugging his hand and SeHun, in response, tightened his hold, pulling him towards a brothel. He pushed Jongin through the door with little difficulty even as Jongin dug his heels to the floor.
"SeHun!" A woman calls, lifting her voluminous skirts and walking briskly towards the both of them.
"Darling, good to see you again." she said, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, her red lips stretched into a smile. SeHun nodded politely.
"Madam." he intoned.
"And who do we have here?" She said flirtatiously, eyeing Jongin.
"This is Jongin." SeHun replied, pushing Jongin forward and right into the woman's waiting arms.
Jongin cursed under his breath, pulse quickening as he tried to look for escape routes.
"Handsome boy." The woman said, turning Jongin's face left and right. "Alright, now what do you want for him, SeHun? I'm assuming I'm getting something for him and not you.”
"Let him try Lila." SeHun said after a brief pause, smirking at Jongin's venomous look.
"Good choice.” She replied, motioning to another girl who steered Jongin away from the lobby and into a hallway, pushing him past the rows of doors until they paused at Room 11.
"In you go." She said cheerfully, pushing Jongin inside and locking the room behind her as she followed him. "Lila will be coming along so I'll stay with you until then."
Jongin shuddered, eyeing the bed with distaste.
"Are you nervous?" she asked, mistaking his shudder as restlessness and maybe desire. Jongin wasn’t in the mood to entertain her.
He felt the panic rising up in his chest.
"No, not really." Jongin groused with rising hysteria. "I don't want to be here, damn it."
"Well, too bad." the girl continued, as if Jongin hadn't expressed his aversion. "You're stuck here until Lila is done with... whatever she wants to do with you."
She grinned.
Jongin groaned.
It was minutes, maybe hours later to Jongin, when Lila came, body undulating beneath her shimmery blue frock.
"Oh, here's the little boy." she said, pressing long, red-tipped fingernails to Jongin's chin.
"I am fourteen." Jongin said as calmly as he could, despite the thudding of his heart.
"Still little." she grinned, and shooed her companion anyway. The door shut with a soft click that still sounded so loud to Jongin's ears. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you a man.”
"Let me go. Please." he whispered. Lila just laughed, pressing soft kisses to Jongin's cheeks, smearing her lipstick, as she guided Jongin's hand to her fat breast.
"You paid for me, dear boy, and I cannot not pay you back. That would be... ungrateful of me." she whispered, voice husky with suggestion.
Jongin's face flamed and he tugged his hand back frantically, but Lila's hand was steady and she tightened her grip on his wrist.
In vain he curled his fingers into a knuckle, but his thumb brushed her nipple by accident and she gasped in delight.
Jongin squeaked.
"Let me go, let me go." he begged, tears of frustration pooling at the corners of his eyes.
Lila hummed, wiping his tears. "There, there. Don't cry." she said, voice mockingly gentle.
"It will feel good, I promise." Lila said, and drew her hand downward, cupping his length.
He gasped, feeling almost violated.
"How does it feel?" She asked, stroking lightly, small touches igniting little fires on Jongin's skin.
"No----stop." he huffed, holding her wrist, but she continued her ministrations, pressing just a little bit harder on his burgeoning erection.
Jongin felt sick, and with a sudden burst of energy, wrenched her hand free and pushed her away.
"Stop it!" he hissed, chest heaving.
"Why should I?" She asked. "It is an insult to one as I if a man leaves my room without receiving pleasure in any way I could offer."
She laughed scornfully.
"So know that I refuse. I am used to a courtesan's life. You would not find me sighing in relief when I am spared from a man's attention for one evening, and instead, now I ask myself if I have offended my patrons, or if they found me repulsive, or if they found my services lacking."
She glided back to him, and pressed her fingers to his jaw once again, this time hard enough to bruise. She turned his face this way and that. "And now, dear Jongin, I find myself asking why you would refuse."
"I---"
"Am I ugly?" she asked.
Jongin gulped. "No."
"I don't think my patrons have complained that I have done them a disservice..." she mused, stringing her hand through Jongin's locks.
"So what's the problem here?" She said, looking deep into his eyes.
"Do you not want me?" She whispered, face a mere's breadth away from his.
"No." Jongin replied quickly.
Too quickly.
Suddenly, she grinned. "Ah. The right question should have been: am I not the one you want?"
They stared at each for a few moments before Jongin's eyes fluttered shut.
"Ah. Thought so." she crowed. "Oh, you poor, poor dear. It must be someone whom you think you cannot have!"
"Shut up!" Jongin hissed, but Lila ignored him.
"The Madam told me you came with SeHun..." she mused, watching at the corner of her eye when Jongin tried to hide the tremor that ran through his body at the mention of SeHun's name.
"Ah." She clapped her hands. " A drama is unfolding before my very eyes!"
"Fuck, stop it---" Jongin said harshly, but she ignored his words.
"Don't you want to ask me how he is in bed, Jongin?" she asked, splaying her fingers on Jongin's chest.
Unbidden, Jongin's dreams came rushing back into his head. Heat started to pool in his belly and he tried to inch away from Lila but she laughed almost coquettishly and pressed her thumb to Jongin's collarbone.
"Don't you want to ask how that smooth expanse of skin tastes like? Or how he looks like when he comes? Don't you want to see it for yourself, you impaling yourself on his dick or you fucking him into oblivion?" she said, coming close to whisper in his ear.
"Oh, but no, you can't have him." she said wickedly.
"I wonder why. Is he too good for you, or are you too dirty for him?"
"Fuck-- FUCK YOU! Shut up! Shut up shut up!" he screamed, ripping away from her and catching himself on her sharp fingernail.
He slid against the floor, tears finally streaming down his face, as he watched her twirl, falling back into the bed with an almost careless fall.
"Poor, poor boy." she said finally, voice almost gauging Jongin for a fight.
"Have you told SeHun you're lusting after him?" she crooned in delight as she rested her face on her palm, lying on her side. "Have you told him you wanted him, wanted to fuck him, want him to fuck you, and wanted him to make all your perverted dreams come true?"
"You---- you fucking bitch!" Jongin cursed, launching himself at her, and she only laughed, fighting off his advances easily.
"You could do it you know. Pretend I'm SeHun and have all your wicked way with me." she said as she gasped in delight as he squirmed on top of her, fighting to gain advantage and injure her porcelain face.
He hit her on the cheek with a loud, resounding slap, and she winced, but pushed up her elbows to glare in his face.
"Of course, I'll probably pale in comparison since I don't have a dick-- but you know what? That's the closest to SeHun you'll ever get." she said, eyes blazing maliciously.
With a loud cry, Jongin pushed her, making her fall onto her back on the bed.
"I hate you. I hate you." he cried out, trying to restrain her hands, but she wasn't even retaliating. He fisted her hair roughly in his hand and pulled, waiting for her to scream and yank her hair back, but she only laughed.
"Pretend I'm SeHun, dear baby." she said mockingly. "You can do it, prove that you are a man despite your love for one!"
With a cry pulling deep from his throat, Jongin kissed her.
It was messy and it was all teeth and his nose bumped with hers and he was shaking in anger and nervousness and embarrassment because he didn't know how to do this, he didn't want to, but this woman, and SeHun---
SeHun---
Abruptly he pulled at Lila's clothing, tearing it, still hissing scornfully at her. She just laughed and did as he wanted, lying languidly on the bed and taking his abuse with sharp laughter and breathy moans of delight.
And in his mind, it was SeHun who was looking up at him, eyes glazed with desire.
He didn't know how to do this, not at all, but he grounded his hips against hers instinctively, thrusted against her. He bit her lip and smiled in satisfaction when it drew blood, ran his nails on her arms and wishing she could bleed, but the scratches did not draw blood and remained long strips of red, red, red. A bruise was starting to form on her pale cheek where he had hit her, and her clothes were tatters, surrounding her messily. She was bare before him and Jongin supposed she was beautiful, in others’ eyes, but she was vindictive and dirty and moaned like the slut that she was, not like SeHun who was perfect---
He took hold of her shoulders and pressed her into the sheets, and from where he touched, her beauty began to corrode and fall off in pieces.
He laughed harshly and she stared at him quizzically.
“You bitch.” Jongin said, curling his fingers on her shoulders harder, hard enough to hurt, and she keened and spread her legs wantonly, pulling him close to her and in one smooth motion, plunging his sheath inside her warm body.
Jongin recoiled, sudden mind numbing horror flickering in his head.
It was wrong, this wasn't SeHun, no, no, no---
But she wrapped her legs around his frame and they were like a vise, keeping him in place. He didn't move, but she did, clenching and pulling at him, and it was wrong but he felt so good, so good---
But it wasn't SeHun.
It was Lila underneath him, voice shrill as she screamed her pleasure, rocking against him.
“Fuck you.” Jongin glared, and she laughed in his face.
“You’re doing exactly that, darling, you’ve not lost your mind, have you?”
He cursed her and with wiry strength pulled out and slammed back into her body, and she screamed.
“Oh, yes, exactly that, baby. Can you see SeHun in my place, screaming and moaning your name?” She said breathlessly, gasping lewdly after a particularly hard thrust.
“No, because he’s not like you, you fucking bitch.” Jongin spat, disgusted with himself.
She started twisting and tightening around him, and he gasped.
His tears started falling, feeling betrayed by his body, feeling anger and the steady thrum of his blood screaming at him to hurt her even as he gasped in pleasure at the sweet torment. When she paused to catch her breath, tight and wet all around him, he glared at her and with a sudden surge of resentment, hissed, "I love you.", and she laughed.
"Of course you do." she said, sweat matting her hair to her forehead, but otherwise she was nonplussed, and started thrusting against him again.
He shivered in her hold.
"I love you, I love you." he kept muttering at her, because it was more hateful than all his cursing and all the obscenities that filtered through his mouth, but he was still crying, and inside his mind he was screaming for SeHun to come and take him away from this nightmare.
And she laughed, and laughed, her body's vibrations sending rifles of pleasure to his cock.
"I love you too, baby." she said breathlessly, watching gleefully as Jongin's eyes dilated, his pleasure close.
After a while, he cried out, "SeHun!" as his vision whitens and there's a deep shudder of pleasure, an almost agony because of its strength, and he's sobbing under his breath, crying SeHun's name.
SeHun, I love you, I love you, please---
SeHun.
And his world fades to black.
------
er. right.
/runs
will someone murder me for hurting Jongin, poor baby?
please don't.
please read and review!
Previous Chapters:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4