[Fanfiction] Wrong Number
Another Fanfiction. Because shan_ah_non was asking for another upload XD You see? I did like you want and like I told you, even when I'm busy with anything, I would be find some time to share another thing with you. So you have to reply !
Like any other KyuSaeng story, the Fanfiction belongs to shadichan <3 I wrote the whole KyuSaeng stuff only for her <3 XD I love you, you know? ♥♥♥
So, here we go ^0^
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Title: Wrong number
Rating: R ! [contains Sex between Guys]
Pairing: KyuSaeng [KyuJong x YoungSaeng]
POV: KyuJong (like all of my Fanfictions XD)
Warning: English is not my first language, so please accept and look over mistakes.
And as you see it's R-rated, maybe it's even smut... Just want to say it XD
Ahw and before I forget, it's a bit of rape and violence >////< (just wanted to add this x,.x)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons I used in the fanfiction.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------The mobile phone rang again and I sighed. What was the number of this call now? I really forgot to count after the tenth time. Maybe I should turn my phone off, but then, surely, he would appear right in front of my house, making a scene there.
“Yeah?”
“Why did it takes you so long for picking up? It must be the tenth time, that I called you.”
More than that, was my thinking. “I think there is nothing more to say.”
“But I need you!” His voice broke when he started to sob.
“I can't, okay? Just don't make things up.” I hang up.
Would this be his last call? I guessed no.
But things weren't ever like that.
It started really normal. I met him at a friend's house, talked to him and became his friend. We did almost everything together and I really enjoyed him around me. His smile made my heart beat faster and when his eyes looked at me I felt like burning. Yeah, it was more than simple friendship between men. I just fell in love with him.
He confessed to me as we met at his home because we wanted to watch movies all night long. In the middle of the third movie he just sat closer to me, touched my cheeks carefully like if his touch would broke me. I didn't move, afraid that his touch would disappear if I did. His fingers went to my throat and back again to my cheeks. And as I wanted to say something he just kissed me. I didn't fight against his kiss, I was feeling too intoxicated by the feeling of his lips on mine. And it was not only his lips that already killed me. His first shy tongue poked against my lips, but it wasn't that much shy as it entered my mouth. Surely, after this we did it the first time together, the beginning of our deep relationship.
And the beginning was really great. It was nearly like our friendship before, if one ignored the kisses and caresses all other. We did everything together, never be without the other one and always respected the freedom of the other.
But after two months it started to get out of control. In the first time I didn't suspect anything. He called often while I was at my work or at my home. He wanted to know, what I did and what I was going to do, when we would meet again. Then his question became really odd. He wanted to know, who I was friends with, how close I was with my friends and such things. When I asked him, why he put on those questions, he said he was only curious. And I believed him at the beginning, just thought of something like longing and a little bit jealousy.
But it didn't stop. He began to call me more often at work, at least every two hours. And after work it didn't stop until I was at his house. There he never let me go too far from him, asked every time I was moving on the sofa, if everything was alright. I felt observed and already got hallucinations of him.
And then that day came....
My mobile phone rang the third time when I reached for it and picked up. “Yeah?”
“Where are you?” His voice was strange and I frowned.
“I told you in the morning that I would hang around with a friend in a bar for some hours before I come to you.”
“Come here immediately!” His voice was commanding. He never sounded like this.
“But this was planned for long. Just give me a few hours, then I will come to you.”
“Don't you here? Come here! Immediately!”
“YoungSaeng...”
“Just come now! Or I'll get you.” Something made me believe him.
I sighed, giving up. “Wait just a few minutes. I will be there.”
When I reached his house I got a really bad feeling and I wondered how it was going to be just like now.
He opened the door before I could ring and pulled me in.
“W-what..”
I couldn't say more because he caught my lips with a harsh kiss. I tried to push him a little away from me, but I failed. So I tried to turn my head to one side to escape from the kiss but his hands reached for my face and held me tight.
Then his lips disappeared and he looked at me with angry eyes. I shivered because of that. I never, really never, saw him just like this.
“Why don't you do what I tell you?”
“What?” I stared at him, unbelievable.
He pressed me against the wall that I cried a little in pain, but he seemed not to care.
“I said, you should come to me, but no, you must met your friends.”
“You hurt me, YoungSaeng...”
He really seemed not to care. “Why don't you listen to me, KyuJong? I'm your boyfriend, why do you have to go out with other boys?”
“He's just a friend.” I whispered.
“But he is more important to you than I.” He hissed.
“You don't really think that...”
“It's a fact. When not, why don't you come as I said but to try to stay with him.”
“I told you..”
“You're mine, don't forget!” He shouted loudly. “Only mine!”
His lips were on mine again, not tenderly like usually, but harsh and unkind. I tried to get some air but when I opened my mouth his tongue pierced immediately.
I winced as I felt his hands under my shirt, as they touched me, not soft and tender, but possessive and unloved. He ripped my Shirt off and his lips went down to my chest and left wet lines on it. He bit my nipples, didn't care if I liked it or I fought against his touches. He just made his thing, left red marks with pain on my skin. I asked myself the whole time, why he did this to me, but I never knew the answer.
I winced again, when he opened my pants and pulled it down to my feet.
“No...” I whispered, but he didn't listen. He kissed my legs and went to my, I wondered why that was so, harden member. “Please... YoungSaeng...” I tried it again.
He looked to me with a evil smile. “Don't know, what you fight against this. You already like it.”
I stared at him with big eyes while he started to lick my member. And then a moan left my mouth.
“See?”
Before I could say anything, he entered one finger hard into me and I cried out in pain.
“Don't do this, YoungSaeng..” I beg him with tears but he didn't stop it.
He added a second finger to the first and started to stretch me inside. I cried and moaned in the same time, didn't know if I should enjoy this or not. It wasn't any more the lovely thing we always did, it was a possessive thing from his side, showing me that I was his, that I belonged to him, not to any one else.
Then his fingers were away and I tried to control my breath. Maybe he was getting back to his mind, but I was wrong. I saw in his eyes, that he would now really start. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to see him and screamed as he pushed him into me without mercy. I could hear his panting and moaning and I could not suppress my own, much as I wanted it too.
He didn't start it slowly like usually, he was from the start harsh and fast, just thought about his own climax and were not interested in how hurt he would do to me. The tears just ran down my face and I let him do, let it pass over me and hoped that it would soon cease. And all the time, one question was in my mind. Why did he do that?
It took him about one or two minutes before he reached his climax and came deep inside me. He moaned out loud and as I heard it I felt relieved. He rolled to the side, away from me, and as I couldn't feel him on me any more I stood up, shaky, got dressed quickly and fled from his house.
When I ran home I could not catch one thought. Always got his moan and his thrust in my mind, his harsh kisses on my lips and my body.
When I reached my house I jumped right under my shower, washed all my tears and feelings away, but I couldn't stop crying.
I hidden in my bed under the blanket. And heard my phone rang. One, two... about twelve times until it ended.. for that day.
The next day it was the same thing. So many calls from him but I never picked them up. How should I? Maybe he now knew what he did to me, but who could tell, that he never would do it again? I didn't want to hear all his excuses, how much he loved me and that I shouldn't leave him.
He hurt me more than any one could.
My mobile phone rang. I sighed as I saw the number on the display and picked up.
“I said to you, not to call me anymore.”
“But I love you, KyuJong.”
“Your love is hurting me. And you know that.”
“Please... KyuJong... I need you...” I heard his sobs again. I closed my eyes.
“Wrong Number, sorry.” I hang up.
Like any other KyuSaeng story, the Fanfiction belongs to shadichan <3 I wrote the whole KyuSaeng stuff only for her <3 XD I love you, you know? ♥♥♥
So, here we go ^0^
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Title: Wrong number
Rating: R ! [contains Sex between Guys]
Pairing: KyuSaeng [KyuJong x YoungSaeng]
POV: KyuJong (like all of my Fanfictions XD)
Warning: English is not my first language, so please accept and look over mistakes.
And as you see it's R-rated, maybe it's even smut... Just want to say it XD
Ahw and before I forget, it's a bit of rape and violence >////< (just wanted to add this x,.x)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the persons I used in the fanfiction.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------The mobile phone rang again and I sighed. What was the number of this call now? I really forgot to count after the tenth time. Maybe I should turn my phone off, but then, surely, he would appear right in front of my house, making a scene there.
“Yeah?”
“Why did it takes you so long for picking up? It must be the tenth time, that I called you.”
More than that, was my thinking. “I think there is nothing more to say.”
“But I need you!” His voice broke when he started to sob.
“I can't, okay? Just don't make things up.” I hang up.
Would this be his last call? I guessed no.
But things weren't ever like that.
It started really normal. I met him at a friend's house, talked to him and became his friend. We did almost everything together and I really enjoyed him around me. His smile made my heart beat faster and when his eyes looked at me I felt like burning. Yeah, it was more than simple friendship between men. I just fell in love with him.
He confessed to me as we met at his home because we wanted to watch movies all night long. In the middle of the third movie he just sat closer to me, touched my cheeks carefully like if his touch would broke me. I didn't move, afraid that his touch would disappear if I did. His fingers went to my throat and back again to my cheeks. And as I wanted to say something he just kissed me. I didn't fight against his kiss, I was feeling too intoxicated by the feeling of his lips on mine. And it was not only his lips that already killed me. His first shy tongue poked against my lips, but it wasn't that much shy as it entered my mouth. Surely, after this we did it the first time together, the beginning of our deep relationship.
And the beginning was really great. It was nearly like our friendship before, if one ignored the kisses and caresses all other. We did everything together, never be without the other one and always respected the freedom of the other.
But after two months it started to get out of control. In the first time I didn't suspect anything. He called often while I was at my work or at my home. He wanted to know, what I did and what I was going to do, when we would meet again. Then his question became really odd. He wanted to know, who I was friends with, how close I was with my friends and such things. When I asked him, why he put on those questions, he said he was only curious. And I believed him at the beginning, just thought of something like longing and a little bit jealousy.
But it didn't stop. He began to call me more often at work, at least every two hours. And after work it didn't stop until I was at his house. There he never let me go too far from him, asked every time I was moving on the sofa, if everything was alright. I felt observed and already got hallucinations of him.
And then that day came....
My mobile phone rang the third time when I reached for it and picked up. “Yeah?”
“Where are you?” His voice was strange and I frowned.
“I told you in the morning that I would hang around with a friend in a bar for some hours before I come to you.”
“Come here immediately!” His voice was commanding. He never sounded like this.
“But this was planned for long. Just give me a few hours, then I will come to you.”
“Don't you here? Come here! Immediately!”
“YoungSaeng...”
“Just come now! Or I'll get you.” Something made me believe him.
I sighed, giving up. “Wait just a few minutes. I will be there.”
When I reached his house I got a really bad feeling and I wondered how it was going to be just like now.
He opened the door before I could ring and pulled me in.
“W-what..”
I couldn't say more because he caught my lips with a harsh kiss. I tried to push him a little away from me, but I failed. So I tried to turn my head to one side to escape from the kiss but his hands reached for my face and held me tight.
Then his lips disappeared and he looked at me with angry eyes. I shivered because of that. I never, really never, saw him just like this.
“Why don't you do what I tell you?”
“What?” I stared at him, unbelievable.
He pressed me against the wall that I cried a little in pain, but he seemed not to care.
“I said, you should come to me, but no, you must met your friends.”
“You hurt me, YoungSaeng...”
He really seemed not to care. “Why don't you listen to me, KyuJong? I'm your boyfriend, why do you have to go out with other boys?”
“He's just a friend.” I whispered.
“But he is more important to you than I.” He hissed.
“You don't really think that...”
“It's a fact. When not, why don't you come as I said but to try to stay with him.”
“I told you..”
“You're mine, don't forget!” He shouted loudly. “Only mine!”
His lips were on mine again, not tenderly like usually, but harsh and unkind. I tried to get some air but when I opened my mouth his tongue pierced immediately.
I winced as I felt his hands under my shirt, as they touched me, not soft and tender, but possessive and unloved. He ripped my Shirt off and his lips went down to my chest and left wet lines on it. He bit my nipples, didn't care if I liked it or I fought against his touches. He just made his thing, left red marks with pain on my skin. I asked myself the whole time, why he did this to me, but I never knew the answer.
I winced again, when he opened my pants and pulled it down to my feet.
“No...” I whispered, but he didn't listen. He kissed my legs and went to my, I wondered why that was so, harden member. “Please... YoungSaeng...” I tried it again.
He looked to me with a evil smile. “Don't know, what you fight against this. You already like it.”
I stared at him with big eyes while he started to lick my member. And then a moan left my mouth.
“See?”
Before I could say anything, he entered one finger hard into me and I cried out in pain.
“Don't do this, YoungSaeng..” I beg him with tears but he didn't stop it.
He added a second finger to the first and started to stretch me inside. I cried and moaned in the same time, didn't know if I should enjoy this or not. It wasn't any more the lovely thing we always did, it was a possessive thing from his side, showing me that I was his, that I belonged to him, not to any one else.
Then his fingers were away and I tried to control my breath. Maybe he was getting back to his mind, but I was wrong. I saw in his eyes, that he would now really start. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to see him and screamed as he pushed him into me without mercy. I could hear his panting and moaning and I could not suppress my own, much as I wanted it too.
He didn't start it slowly like usually, he was from the start harsh and fast, just thought about his own climax and were not interested in how hurt he would do to me. The tears just ran down my face and I let him do, let it pass over me and hoped that it would soon cease. And all the time, one question was in my mind. Why did he do that?
It took him about one or two minutes before he reached his climax and came deep inside me. He moaned out loud and as I heard it I felt relieved. He rolled to the side, away from me, and as I couldn't feel him on me any more I stood up, shaky, got dressed quickly and fled from his house.
When I ran home I could not catch one thought. Always got his moan and his thrust in my mind, his harsh kisses on my lips and my body.
When I reached my house I jumped right under my shower, washed all my tears and feelings away, but I couldn't stop crying.
I hidden in my bed under the blanket. And heard my phone rang. One, two... about twelve times until it ended.. for that day.
The next day it was the same thing. So many calls from him but I never picked them up. How should I? Maybe he now knew what he did to me, but who could tell, that he never would do it again? I didn't want to hear all his excuses, how much he loved me and that I shouldn't leave him.
He hurt me more than any one could.
My mobile phone rang. I sighed as I saw the number on the display and picked up.
“I said to you, not to call me anymore.”
“But I love you, KyuJong.”
“Your love is hurting me. And you know that.”
“Please... KyuJong... I need you...” I heard his sobs again. I closed my eyes.
“Wrong Number, sorry.” I hang up.