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The Intersection (Wu Chang) x Reader 🍋

Hey guys I just got back from watching Junji Ito so this one is gonna be based off Wu Chang's crossover skin, The Intersection "aka crossroads pretty boy" 🥴 there's a picture above of the skin.

I walked among the foggy street peacefully, the amount of fog in the crossroads never failed to surprise me. There was a rumour that whoever came to the crossroads would receive a fortune, but bad things have happened in correspondence to this rumour. I had never tried it myself or known anyone else to try it. It was most likely an urban myth that everyone had somehow been fooled to believe. As my footsteps echoed through the concrete fences and foggy atmosphere, I noticed another set, slightly misaligned with my own.
I held my bag close, I had ran into many people who had asked me for a fortune, who I had to let down gently. As often as I came here, I noticed a few familiar faces through the mist. There were girls who always came to find out about their love, all asking the same question each time. "Will my love be realised?" It was always best to say yes and speed walk away - at least that's what I do. There was a tall boy who came here quite often, known as the Crossroads Pretty Boy. He is well recognised by the fortune seekers and often gives out fortunes. I couldn't imagine someone so beautiful spending their time like this, though. The footsteps from before came closer, I noticed I was at the intersection - where the girls came to have their fortune told. The girls who also died came by here. Each of them had committed suicide around this area, all because of the fortune telling myth. I stopped at the intersection, peering down the street to see who was coming, their footsteps heavy and loud, echoing in the desolate street. The fog and the darkening sky made for an eerie environment, one I didn't wish to stay for long in. As the figure came closer, the blanket of fog concealing his identity was lifted, showing the pretty boy striding towards me. My heart sank, realising he was probably here to give fortunes, as he usually did. He was tall and wore all black. His face had a sharp look, and a supernatural beauty. He seemed to acknowledge me from afar as he slowly walked my way, you see, I was at the part of the street that joined onto a straight path, he must've been headed straight forward. The footsteps came to a halt as he came closer, my eyes widened as he didn't look at me, but instead looked straight ahead, his white eyes looking into the abyss as he waited my question. "I-I'm not here for a fortune!" I said, taking a step back in protest. He hadn't asked me if I wanted one, yet I knew what he was waiting for. He turned to look at me, his face calm and collected, he truly deserved the title,"pretty boy".
I was pinned against the wall quickly, he was so tall - I couldn't believe it. I looked up at him, confused. "You should have one anyway" he said, his voice deep and smooth. It didn't seem human though, it was too nice to be human. He had a strange aura, one of mystery and danger, or more like a sense of authority, despite just being a man who wandered the streets. He seemed more than just that. The fog seemed to be thicker, the street barely visible through the grey mist. He towered over me, awaiting my response. I shook my head, "I don't want one, I was just passing through-" I said in a panicked hurry, feeling intimidated by the man. He cut my off by placing a finger against my lips. "Your love will be realised" he said with a grin, his hand clasping my chin, forcing me to look at him. His other hand was against the wall, cutting off my exit path, trapping me in.
"What?" I asked, fear shaking in my voice. With that, he kissed my neck, trailing up to my jawline. I froze in place, not sure if what was happening was real or a bad dream. His black hair brushed against my cheek, tickling me as his lips grazed across my skin, leaving gentle kisses before parting, looking down on me once more. He wore an evil grin plastered to his beautiful features, it was fitting. His white eyes gazed into my own as his free hand moved from my neck to my chest. His gold earrings twinkled in the dark light, barely shining in through the thick clouds. His hand gripped my hair tightly, forcing me onto my knees before him. I winced in pain, looking up at him with a teary gaze. His sadistic grin remained as he looked down at me. He kneeled down to my height momentarily, "you'll do as I say, won't you?" He asked, through it seemed like less of a request and more of a demand. I looked away, hesitant to answer. He didn't need to threaten me, I was already afraid so I gave in, allowing him to do as he pleased. My bag had long been forgotten on the ground nearby, my knees burned from being on the sharp rocky path. The boy leaned against the wall as I knelt before him, my hair bunched up in his hand. I knew what would happen, the state was suggestive enough. He unzipped his pants, releasing his already erect member. I hadn't expected something like this to happen today. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach, I nervously grasped his member, holding it with a gentle grip. I was scared id do something wrong, his hand guided me to pump his shaft. I watched as it twitched in my hand, his own vascular one gripping my wrist loosely. I couldn't help admire how attractive he was in the moment. He yanked my hair, causing me to yelp in pain and shut my eyes tightly. He shoved my face beside his member, giving me just a slight hint of what he wanted. I opened my mouth fearfully, taking the tip in my mouth. His grip on my hair remained, his other hand resting against the concrete wall. The idea of being caught not once entered my mind, this place was desolate half the time. He hummed in pleasure as I took more of him in my mouth, rhythmically bopping my head. This didn't last long, he eventually grew bored, yanking me back up to my feet. My knees shook as I was held against the cold wall, his hand roaming down south to my core. Despite the fear and unwanted attention from him, I was drenched. He tugged my panties down, throwing them to the ground. Using his other hand to lift my thigh, he positioned himself at my entrance, lifting my skirt. His heated member pressed against my wet entrance, threatening to penetrate at any moment. I blushed as he looked into my eyes, smirking as he pushed himself inside me slowly. His hand once again on the wall beside my head, little space between us as we connected. I moaned in pain as he stretched my tight walls apart, his large member forcing its way inside. My vulva ached as he widened my small hole, thrusting inside slowly. His attempts to be gentle went unnoticed. I gripped onto his broad shoulders as he began to thrust at a steady pace, filling me whole. I moaned quietly as he oh so sweetly violated me, pleasure riding over my senses. Though it was just February and still cold outside, my body seemed ablaze at this moment. The man grunted as he went faster, feeling me squeeze around his large girth. He bit my neck, gently sucking the skin - leaving deep purple marks behind. The cold metal of his earrings brushed against my cheek as he continued to mark me, his pace quickening as we neared the finish line. his pale porcelain skin was tainted with a look of strain, the ecstasy coursing through his body. With a few more thrusts he reached his climax, driving me to my own in the process. I tightened around him as I came, the built up pressure releasing into a feeling of bliss which shot through my body like electricity. My leg shook in his hand as he too came, releasing his seed inside me. The warm liquid shot inside me, my mind clearing and the panic setting in as he pulled out. He let go of me, watching as I learnt against the wall tiredly, my legs shaking. "You're so beautiful like this" he cooed sadistically, zipping his pants back up. His deep red lips contorted into a grin, placing his hands in his pockets once again. "I should give you a fortune again someday" he said before disappearing into the fog. I stood against the wall, catching my breath - it all happened so fast. I was left to go home and wonder what happened, who he was and why he did what he did. Am I the only one? Does he do this to everyone? Was it a dream?
My core hurt, an aching pain which lingered for a couple hours after. I crawled into bed and thought about the strange encounter, wondering if the next time I walked down the intersection - would he be there?

Yeah this is an excuse to write about a hot character from another series in the disguise of *crossover skin*
I was listening to falling in reverse as I wrote this but like the revamped version of "I'm not a vampire" so I was sat there listening to this beautiful orchestra while writing about sucking dick.