(warning: mature content)

When Chan placed his lips on Soojin's, she halted completely. 

The kiss was ardent in frustration and desire, so very explicit as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, her submitting to him completely. She whined into the kiss, not having expected this to happen all of a sudden in a place like that, at a moment like that.

One of his hands crawled across her body, while the other one gripped her lower jaw, dominantly holding her in place. His exploring hand traveled from her ass, to her waist, to her breasts, and then slipped the sleeve of her nightdress off her shoulder. She gasped when his hand gripped her shoulder, massaging it, and he parted from the kiss, heavily breathing. 

"You have no reason being so..." he leaned in closer again, nibbling on her ear, "Irresistible." 

Soojin felt chills go down her spine, and when his hand gripped her neck, her eyes shot wide. 

Breaths were erratic, hearts were pounding wildly, and her knees were about to give up before him; because that look in his eyes -- that hateful yet dark, lusty look -- was intimidating and powerful in ways she was scared to discover. 

He then placed his leg between hers, his hand still gently grasping her neck, and she squirmed, body heating up more and more, "I'm..." 

Chan did not say or hear much; he picked her up and carried her over to the couch, plopping her down. As soon as she landed, looking up oh-so innocently at him, he felt aroused more than ever. In a mere second, his t-shirt was off and on the floor, and he climbed on top of her.

His slender, veiny hands lifted her nightdress off, revealing her only in her panties. His eyes scanned her body, and upon the sight of her exposed, naked breasts and the outline of her vagina through the underwear, he guiltily licked his lips, breathing raggedly and feeling his dick harden. Just the thought of him running his hands up and down her silky skin, putting her pretty lips and perfect mouth to use, fucking her until she could barely utter something other than his name -- it aroused him to no end. 

Soojin wished she had worn her bra, too, because she felt overly exposed to him right there, on the couch. Although she had never graphically pictured herself with the man she had come to adore so much, the circumstances and their relationship made it all the more difficult for her to keep "adoring" him for long, because she had ruined his life, and tonight, he was going to ruin her. 

Chan looked up at her flushed face, and seeing her so aroused herself made him all the more turned on in the spur of the moment. 

"Soojin," he spoke, eyes clouded with an immoral desire, "I hate you." 

She knew it. Even if it hurt her, she knew it. 

And the least she could do was to serve as a stress reliever, degrading her own self, shattering her own dignity -- just the way she was never rewarded with any. 

He unbuttoned his pants, kicking them off and climbing up to her mouth. He looked down at her, and she stared right at him, apologetic and guilty. Taking his boxers off, his long, thick cock sprung out, and he positioned it right over her mouth, inserting it between her cherry lips. 

Soojin obediently sucked, swirling her tongue around it and hollowing her cheeks, making him groan in pleasure, "Fuck...!" 

If something made her feel better about herself, it was her providing pleasure to him, whose life she had intruded upon. 

Chan face-fucked her, thrusting into her mouth and making her whine and moan in return, gaining utmost pleasure out of it himself. Just as he feared he was near his release, he pulled away, kneeling back and positioning himself between her legs. 

Pushing her panties to the side, he saw how soaking wet she was for him. He grunted, lowly growling, "Make me feel good..." 

And he pushed himself deep into her, making her arch her back and elicit a loud, pleasurable moan. Chan, indulging in his fantasies, closed his eyes, feeling her tighten her walls around his dick. He moved in, groaning, "You're so fucking tight!"

She was finding it hard to breathe, having his dick pierce into her pussy and holding her on the edge of a pleasured yet guilty feeling. And when he began to thrust in, her eyes rolled back. 

He held her by her waist, holding her in place, and a few slow thrusts later, he did not even give her a chance to agree to going faster when he commenced pounding into her, rough and fast. She moaned and whined his name, the tone of her voice sounding more like pleading, "Chan! Oh, my god!" 

Chan went faster, trailing one hand up to her throat and choking her. The two hot, sweaty bodies shook at the same pace, him batting his eye at her extremely reddened face, and he kept going. Their moans filled the living room, and he grunted, "Fuck, I'm so close!" 

Soojin was too lost in the moment to pay attention to anything else... except, in the back of her mind, his words played over and over: You're not worth it. Soojin, I hate you. 

Tears escaped from the corners of her eyes, and she did not know whether they were sourced from that pleasure or that pain. 

Minutes later, Chan cried out a curse, reaching his climax and releasing it inside her. He breathed hard, finally halting his movements, all sweaty and burning hot. He looked down at her, seeing her looking at him through hooded, dazed, teary eyes. A wave of guilt immediately splashed over him, and without uttering another word, he collected his clothes, sliding his boxers up. 

Soojin looked at him from the couch as he spared her a look -- she could not tell whether it was one filled with loathing toward her, or with guilt over what had just taken place -- and he walked away. 

(a/n: okay i told you that there's gonna be toxic relationships in here 

again, i would say: THIS DOES NOT REPRESENT ANY IDOL OR THEIR MINDSET. THIS IS JUST FICTION. 

what do you think? 

thanks for reading! i love you!)