control ;; phan

touch

-trigger warning-
-also nsfw-
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"you deserve to
fucking die,
phil. you know
that?"
"yeah, i know,
peej."
he was taken
aback.
"don't get smart
with me, you
little prick."
i shrugged.
what was the
point in trying
anymore?
pj's eyes seethed
with rage.
he took my neck
in his hand and
pushed me against
the cold, hard wall.
struggling to breath,
i stared at him.
i was already dead,
none of this was going
to change that.
i closed my eyes,
expecting everything
to end; to fall into
silence; to just stop.
but it didn't.
i felt wet lips press
against the side of
my face, as the grip
around my throat
loosened.
i could feel his
hot, heavy breaths
against my skin,
making me squirm
under his grip.
"i love it when you
get scared, kitten."
his voice was low,
almost as if he was
growling.
fingers moved to
my hair, raking
back my fringe,
and then down
my back.
i didn't know what
to do.
pj hadn't ever gone
much further,
but the sea of lust
in his eyes told me
that this time was
different.
"tell me, kitten,
does dan ever
touch you like this?"
his hands moved
to my front,
slipping under
the waistline of my
underwear.
my breath hitched
when he let the
tips of his fingers
dance on the
bulge, which
unwillingly was
becoming more and
more noticeable.
"i said,"
he nipped at the
skin above my
collar bone as his
lips moved further
down my body.
"does he ever touch
you like this?"
and with that he
grabbed me, pushing
me harder against
the wall, letting his
fingers curl round
my member.
i gasped at the
sensation, and he
smirked.
"n- no, peej."
i shook my head,
squeezing my
eyes shut as pj
began to palm
me through my
underwear.
"h- he doesn't."
pj chuckled and,
with his free hand,
began to unbutton
my shirt, pulling it
off me in the process.
he took his hand off
me and unbuttoned
my jeans, smiling as
he did so.
motioning for me to
take them off, i
obliged. i wasn't in the
mood to argue.
i didn't want this,
but what choice did
i have?
"you're mine, phil,"
he led me to our
bedroom once i had
kicked off my jeans,
and pushed me down
onto the bed.
"you're all mine,
kitten."
i forced back a tear
as he moved closer
to me, removing his
clothes.
"say it for me."
i stared at him.
"say it."
"i- i'm y- yours."
"good boy,"
he grinned
devilishly.
"we're going to
have fun, baby."
i nodded
reluctantly.
"forget about
that howell prick,"
he climbed on
top of me.
"he's nothing."

but pj was wrong;
he was
everything.

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a/n: idk why I wrote this chapter but it happened. do I continue from here or skip ahead??