you are malevolent
you are malevolent (monstrous and empty)
r/nc-17
drabble: 553
A sinner will always be a sinner.
an: surprise, surprise! i wrote a junseung fic after so damn long of not writing anything kpop related lol. this... i started this ages ago and since it's saved in my school laptop, i forgot about it. just found it a few weeks ago and had the biggest desire to finish it. and since i found the perfect song to listen to (Carmina Burana by Carl Orff) and had some free time, i finally finished it~ yay for me OTL really hope you peepz like it. listen to the song. it gives off some sort of feeling and yeah :3
warning: very au!setting, non-con, asphyxiation, sexual themes (vague they might be but still)
They say we're sinners. In front of God, in front of all the people and in front of the one we love. We're sinners and even death can't change that. No one can escape it, not even the disciples of the almighty God.
You'll burn in hell, Junhyung thinks as he groans and clutches a fistful of hair, sweat forming on his forehead. You'll burn in hell and suffer your whole life, he chides himself mentally while his hips moves in a fast pace and hearing a sort of choking sound from under him. He didn't mean it. He really didn't because it just happened in a snap and everything became a blur to him.
He shouldn't have done this, shouldn't have been alone with this kind of kid, shouldn't have caved in. It's like the devil itself in a human form with an innocent face that is the contrast of it's personality. He regrets agreeing to meet him in such a late hour now. He wouldn't have earlier, he didn't even think about this kind of scene earlier.
A quiet plead washes away a little of the haze that clouds Junhyung's mind, his eyes still wide and blazing with unwanted lust that he somehow couldn't control. In the front and back and sides of his mind, he can hear the pleas, the 'stop... don't.. please, it hurts' but still, his body feels foreign. Not his, not him.
The name of the kid tumbles out of his mouth, he vaguely heard himself through the loud groans that followed the word and the screams of pain the body under him was letting out. But he caught the name, the rush of 'hyunseung' that somehow makes him want to cut his tongue off. It sounds filthy coming out from his mouth, not angelic, not innocent, neither beautiful anymore.
Gripping the hips of the boy under him tightly, his thrusts seems to gain power; harsher, harder, faster. And he's drowning in pleasure while the poor fragile kid under him suffocates in the immeasurable pain that he's feeling. Junhyung doesn't care - no, no, he does care; half of his mind cares while his body is completely overtaken by some evil, unwanted feeling that he has never in his whole life felt before. Junhyung does care but he can't stop now. Not now and in the back of his mind, not ever.
Everyone's a sinner. In the eyes of God, in the eyes of society, in the eyes of the people you love and in the eyes of people who loves you. Everyone's a sinner whether you've done anything bad or not.
A sinner will always be a sinner. Everyone's going to hell, Junhyung's mind provides as he feels his hands clamp around the boy's fragile throat, feeling his smooth skin under his calloused palms. He gasped when the tight heat around him clenched, forcing him to release the intense desire that he held off for a long time.
Sleep angel, his mind that cleared for a few moment thought, his eyes drooping but not missing the almost lifeless eyes of the boy that he once thought angelic. In his dazed and unfocused mind, he didn't know if he muttered an 'i'm sorry' or if he whispered a 'good boy', followed by the boy's precious nickname; seung-ah.