🕯Identity V oneshots🕯

Wu Chang x Reader 🍋

This is only slight lemon because surprisingly writing sex scenes does get boring. I miss having an actual plot 🧍‍♀️
I'm beginning to lose motivation to write and do other things in general that I would normally enjoy, but I'll keep trying for you guys.
Also uh TW: non-con
POV:
You're a survivor at the manor who is quite new. You know the basics of the games but aren't as talented as the other survivors. The hunters were still scary to you, other survivors somehow not bothered by them. One of the hunters, wu Chang, was one you feared most. Perhaps it was his appearance? His behaviour? Or his ability? Whatever it was, he had a strange, scary and assertive aura which made you feel weak.
Your POV:
I looked out the large windows of the hallway as raindrops raced each-other to the bottom of the glass. The dripping sound of the rain crashing down onto the sturdy building was comforting, the sound making me feel slightly drowsy. I was just stood there in the large empty hallway. I went to get a glass of water but got distracted. My shadow reflected onto the ground behind me as the moonlight shone inside through the watery pane, casting shadows of the droplets onto the carpeted floor. I didn't hear anybody awake, the manor was still, completely silent besides the rain. I snapped out of my daze and continued the quick walk back to my room, enjoying the tranquility of the night. As I neared my room I felt the feeling of eyes following me, the familiar feeling of being watched. I stopped and turned around, unintentionally holding my breath as I did so, relieved to see there was nothing there.
When I turned back around I didn't fully process the image before me. Wu Chang stood before me. I let out a gasp and my hands shot up to my chest as a reflex. "Did I scare you?" He asked, his voice echoing from down the hallway - not the way a human one would though. It was a ghostly echo, like two people were talking. He was in his black guard form, who was known to be harsh and unforgiving. I took a step back, my heart rate increasing. I nodded in response to his question. Seeing the corners of his mouth twitch up in amusement to my reaction. "Don't be afraid, I don't plan on hurting you" he said, his face stern but his tone soft and gentle - it must be the white guard lulling me. I caved in to his trap and approached him, falling into a false sense of security from his sweet words and kind voice, coaxing me in like offering a child sweets. I allowed him to take me back to my room, following closely behind him as we did so. Upon entering, he shut the door and locked it behind us, giving me a smirk as I looked at him with fear and confusion in my eyes. "You're so adorable when you're afraid, (Y/N)" Fan Wuiju said, approaching me as I backed away, being pushed into the corner of the room, trapped by him. He ran his hand through my hair, playing with the soft strands as his other hand latched onto my waist. It didn't take long before I was thrown onto the bed, left completely at his mercy. He attacked my exposed neck with kisses and love bites, clearly not having done such a thing in a while. All his pent up sexual frustration was let out on me, being rough and unhinged. I moaned out as his hands traversed around my body, grabbing and pinching me in amusement. His breath tickled my neck as I squirmed beneath him, Which only encouraged him to continue. It wasn't long before my nightie was lifted up above my hips and my underwear was discarded onto the floor, leaving my dampened womanhood on display to him. I blushed, feeling his piercing gaze on it as his hand teased me, rubbing my inner thighs close to my womanhood. His hair now let loose, tickled my shoulder as he leaned down to kiss me, his tongue forcefully exploring my mouth. The hand on my thigh eventually made its way to my womanhood, separating my labia with his two fingers to gain a better view, it was already throbbing with arousal. My mind was saying no but my body was happily accepting his advances. "Please...don't" I whispered only for him to raise an eyebrow and smirk at my pathetic attempt. Completely ignoring my words, he thrust a finger inside to test the waters, causing me to moan in pain and pleasure at the same time. He grinned at my reaction, continuing his action as he stayed propped above me, trapping me in. I couldn't fight the inhuman being as I wished to, left completely at his mercy for his to do whatever he wanted. He continued until he grew bored, craving something more and something for his own gain. He released himself from the strict confines of his clothes with haste, not wasting any time. Both left completely bare, there was only one thing that could result from this which I dreaded with terror. "Are you ready?" He asked, voice low with no emotion besides a twinge of amusement and lust. I looked up at his eyes with a hurt gaze, knowing my answer to his question didn't matter. He aligned himself before thrusting inside, no time given for me to adjust. His careless actions stung like a hard slap, ramming himself inside with no mercy. Not a shred of love or compassion was found within his actions, just pure lust. He mumbled obscenities into my ear as I whimpered, pain and pleasure flooding through my body. His stone cold hand resting on my hip, occasionally wandering north to my chest as his other was used to prop himself up. It wasn't long before the pain had subsided, leaving behind a pleasure that bore no love - simply a nice feeling. His true intentions were only to use me for his own satisfaction from the beginning. My pleas and pained words only fell on deaf ears, as his pace only increased, his eyes glaring at mine intimidatingly. I dared let out another word. The dim light from the moon fell into the room gracefully, streaks peeking out from between the half-shut curtains. His face was illuminated hauntingly by the white light, unable to see anything else around me. I soon neared my climax after so long of him using me, and it seemed he was almost done as well.
"Sorry, (Y/N)" He said, his voice almost mocking under his fake look of regret. "I've always wanted to do this" He growled into my ear, sending a sharp shiver down my spine, as if I was listening to a fork scratch against a plate. With more of his deep, fast thrusts, I met my climax which was soon followed by his own. The blissful feeling was only temporary, soon being replaced with one of shame. He didn't bother to pull out, the feeling of still being slightly full lingering. "Nobody has to know about this" He said, a slender finger twirling my hair around, his face relaxed as he lay beside me. He only allowed me to rest after 3 more rounds.

Yeah. I rushed the ending. I might come back and finish it idk but I have a fat nic rush and I just threw up 🤠✌️