#starts bashing my head against the wall so hard i see spots. slash romantic

[smuttybronde]

My Perfect Psycho Pt. 1

Summery: Shin Hoseok was a legend, a genius, charmer, and kind hearted person but what happens when he is really the serial killer Wonho? 

Warning: Killer! Au, Blood, Death, Dirty talk, Knife play

A/N: This was so much fun to write!

Shin Hoseok was undoubtedly beautiful. His body was tall and lithe, covered in smooth muscles that you could sometimes see over his shirt. His straight teeth were covered by perfectly plump lips. His ears dipped out slightly, slimming his already angular face. His jawline was naturally sharp, adding to his beautiful profile. His eyebrows were full but not overwhelming in any way. And god his eyes. They were formed half moons when he laughed or smiled, melting anyone who could see. When he didn't smile they pointed up slightly, giving him a cat-like eye- not that I was looking at him, of course.

Hoseok was charming. With the help of one sweet smile anyone would comply to whatever he wanted- male or female. In no way was he pushy about it, he was kind and bashful when he asked favors.

Hoseok was powerful. With a slight tilt to his lips and a seductive look in his eyes he could make the most respectable person fall to their knees, begging. He didn't even have to speak.

Hoseok was smart. Since he was young Hoseok had always been considered a genius. His IQ and problem solving skills earned him spots in articles and any job he desired. This fame didn't make him slack however, if anything it only made him work harder.

You could say he was the perfect man, everything anyone could ever want. So why would a man who could have anything he desired at his fingertips in an instant be a killer? Perhaps it's because a life was the only thing that he couldn't have with total ease. Perhaps he enjoyed seeing someone look at him with something other than admiration. Maybe playing cat and mouse with the police gave him a sick satisfaction. Because he was too smart and needed a challenge- a game that allowed no room for mistake. Maybe his parents were abusive- or too nice. Maybe it was as simple as a dysfunction in the orbitofrontal cortex.

He was a co worker of mine but we had never spoken out of a respectful ‘hello’ while passing each other. I knew of him of course, it was hard not to when everyone in the office cooed over how untouchable and attractive he was. He was a very friendly person, talking to anyone who started a conversation. He never showed romantic interest in anyone in the office however, no matter who threw themselves at him. This only spurred everyone's interest, hoping they could be the one to date the Shin Hoseok.

You can imagine my surprise when our resident untouchable was on a date with a girl, whispering closely into her ear as she flushed a bright red. I was intrigued at the thought of our ‘ethereal Adonis’ who hadn't shown attraction to the world's most attractive and rich people being on a date with a seemingly ordinary person. These thoughts were disrupted when I looked into his coal eyes.

It wasn't admiration in his eyes or love. They were calm, cold, and collected. He was scrutinizing her every move, observing her like a lab rat. She didn't seem to notice past his facade, however, far too busy fawning over his looks.

I turned away from the couple, stopping by a food stand and ordering a few things to eat at home. Work was hard and I was far to exhausted to cook and too hungry to skip dinner. I handed the woman my money and thanked her before walking in the direction of home. After walking for a few minutes I spotted Hoseok with his arm slung around his dates waist.

They walked for a while through the winding roads of my neighborhood, the girl giggling loudly. Hoseok paused by a street light and turned her to face him. She smiled brightly as he slowly leaned in to kiss her. Voyeuristic as it may seem, I couldn't look away.

So there I stood, watching silently as she closed her eyes and victorious smile crept onto Hoseoks lips. He leaned in so their noses brushed together. Instead of his mouth, his hand covered her lips. The girl brows furrowed slightly in confusion as she began to open her eyes.

The way the knife tore into the soft tissue of her skin was as fast as lightning and smoother than I would care to admit. I gasped but quickly closed my mouth and hid behind a corner, hot tears welling in my eyes. I peeked back, my heart repeatedly slamming into my chest.

Her eyes and mouth were open wide as she attempted to scream. Hoseoks hands latched on tighter, muffling the noise. He quickly slashed at her jugular as she looked at him pleadingly.Her eyes slowly drained of light as she slumped to the ground, dead.

I couldn't help but let out a loud sob, making Hoseok to jerk around. I dropped my food and bolted, hearing the sounds of his feet padding after me. I took the shortcuts to my house, running faster than I ever had before.

I unlocked my door, hands shaking badly as I darted inside. I closed the door quickly but quietly and locked it behind me. My hands reached for my phone, dialing 911 but hesitating.

Who would believe that Shin Hoseok was a killer? He would charm his way out of a police investigation or come up with an alibi. He was a genius. Tonight was a mistake on his part. He hadn't looked around and the both of us were facing the consequences.

I threw my phone across the room, tears streaming down my face as I hiccuped. The scene played in my head like a record, blood splattering onto the ground. I darted to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time for my stomach to spill it's contents inside the porcelain. I collapsed against the floor, weeping.

I put my hand over my mouth- much like Hoseok did to the girl- and screamed in anguish.

I walked into work, utterly exhausted from my lack of sleep and terrified at the idea of being recognized by the beautiful killer.

I walked briskly through the halls, trying to hurry to my desk where I was safe- well safer at least. A hand grasped my wrist and I jumped, freezing in place. A minute in the office and I was already caught.

I turned around to see Hoseok smiling curiously at me, “Why are you walking so fast?” He questioned, furrowing his brows playfully. Last night flashed behind my eyelids, causing me to flinch.

“I- I have a l-lot of work to do today and I drank lots of coffee so i’m jittery,” I lied, slowly pulling out of his grip. He nodded before smiling blindingly.

“Well have a good day!” I did my best to smile back at him. I muttered back that he should too and scurried away nervously. I was sitting in my cubicle, attempting to calm myself when my boss walked by.

“Are you okay?” He asked, resting a sweaty hand on my shoulder.

“I'm fine.” I gave him a pinched smile in return but he didn't seem to notice. He gave me a pat on the back.

“I would hate for you to feel sick.” He added, looking sympathetic. I nodded quickly, hoping he could leave so I could bury myself in work. He sauntered to his office and I sighed in relief, slamming my forehead down on the wood of my desk.

I was sitting on the couch, attempting to engross myself in a good book when a knock sounded at the door. I stood up set my book aside before walking to the door and opening it, expecting a friend, instead peering into the dark eyes of Shin Hoseok. My eyes widened with shock but I composed myself, “Hoseok, what are you doing here?” I asked, faking a smile.

“You left your bag at the office and I thought you would need it. I thought I would bring it to you.” He explained kindly.

“Thank you.” I replied, taking my bag back. I moved to close the door but he wedged his foot in so I couldn't.

“It's rude not to even offer me coffee after coming all the way over here.” He said, frowning. I hesitantly opened the door and he pushed his way inside. I remained by the door for a minute before closing it reluctantly.

Hoseok was sitting on the couch when I turned around, waiting patiently for his coffee. I forced another smile before walking into the kitchen and beginning to make the coffee. It's times like this I wish I had cyanide handy to slip into his drink. I knew for a fact that I couldn't overpower the man or outsmart him. My only option was to feign innocence and hope would leave.

I poured the coffee into a mug and walked back into the living room. Hoseok looked up from his phone and placed it back in his pocket, “Thank you.” he said gratefully. I moved to set down the drink but my shaky hands caused it to spill slightly, the hot liquid stinging my hands.

Hoseok gasped, “Are you okay?” he took my hand in his own and observed it for burn marks. My heart fluttered slightly but I played it off as being nervous. It's only to be expected while a devilishly handsome serial killer is touching you. I slowly pulled my hand out of his, cradling it slightly.

“It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much.” I assured him, sitting down in a chair. Hoseok frowned, taking a sip of his coffee. I licked my lips, hurriedly thinking of an excuse. His eyes followed my tongue, lingering on my lips for a second

“You seem very nervous. Am I scary?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I haven't had a guy alone with me in my house before. It's nerve racking.” Hoseok took another sip of coffee. He stood up and circled the chair I was sitting in, pretty fingers trailing across the sides.

“I know that you know.” He whispered into my ear, plush lips brushing against the lobe. I bolted up from the chair and ran to the door but before I could reach it Hoseok slammed me into a wall, pinning my hands above my head, “That was rude.” he chided.

Fearful tears welled in my eyes, “I won't tell anyone, I swear I won't!” I promised. The man tsked in disapproval, his lips trailing over my neck and his breath tickling my ear. My breath stuttered at the close proximity.

“I know, Babygirl.” He said, kissing my neck. I held in the urge to moan, closing my eyes and soaking in the pleasure, “It wasn't even hard to find out it was you. You brought the same bag you wore last night to work this morning and you were acting very suspicious. I decided to search your address and when I did I realized that you lived in the same area I was in last night.”

“I said I won't tell anyone so just go.” I panted, heat pooling in my stomach. This was wrong- this was so fucking wrong. He licked a stripe on the underside of my my jaw and sucked on the skin just below my ear.

“You like this don't you, Babygirl? Does being powerless like this turn you on?” Hoseok asked, nipping at my ear.

“No.” I denied, trying my hardest to keep my composure. He bucked against my hips, causing a whine to escape my throat.

“Don't lie.” Hoseok growled, grinding against my clothed heat and making me moan. “Do you want to know why I didn't talk to you as much as the others? Huh?” He bit the juncture between my neck and my shoulder, “It's because I would either have to fuck you or kill you.” Wonho admitted, no guilt reflecting in his eyes, “But you're just too pretty not to sink my cock into.”

I gushed- quite literally- at his words. Why would such a comment from a serial killer fluster me this much? Why was I turned on? Maybe I wasn't a normal person either.

The tall psychopath pressed his lips on mine and began to kiss me hard. He tasted like coffee. Despite enjoying the sensation I refused to kiss back. This was wrong. I shouldn't kiss back.

Wonho made a noise of displeasure. He pushed my wrists against each other so he could keep them in one hand. He took his now free hand and grabbed my jaw, squeezing it. As the seconds went by he pressed his fingers harder and harder until I gave in.

Hoseok pulled away, grinning as he ran his tongue over his teeth, “You do like it, don't you, Babygirl?” He pulled me in for another kiss, free hand slipping around my waist and pulling my body against him, his knee nudged between my legs.

Without noticing I began to grind slightly on the hard muscle of his thigh. Hoseoks tongue traced along my own, hot and precise in it's movements. His hands moved down and gripped my ass hard, pulling forward roughly so I was very aware that my clit was rubbing against his leg. He pulled away, eyes dark as hell and lips puffy.

I could feel my sanity slip away as I sunk into the delirium that was Shin Hoseok. He kissed along my neck to distract me, hands reaching into his pocket to slowly pull something out. Through the lust I could feel my heart stutter. He remained calm, licking a line along my neck and up to my ear, “Don't worry, Baby girl, you’re safer with me than anyone else.” He promised, nipping at my ear. I took a deep breath, making Hoseok smile at my lack of disapproval. He gripped the top of my dress shirt and let the knife slide through it with minimum effort. My stomach was burning with nerves.

Once finished, Hoseok set the shredding fabric aside to admire my bra. He licked his lips and cut the middle of it, pulling it off my arms and throwing it, “We’ll buy you more lingerie tomorrow.” He looked at my chest in admiration, “You look so delicious.” He growled, leaning forward to lick along the line between my boobs. I felt tingles travel between my legs. If only he moved a little bit more in either direction. He looked up at me, panting slightly.

“If I take my hand off your wrist will you be good?” He rasped. I nodded enthusiastically, craving him. He let go slowly and I let my hands fall, feeling the soreness from his grip still ghosting on my wrists. His fingers traced over the swell of my breasts. I took in an unsteady breath as the tips of his fingers trailed delicately over my nipples before his lips fell on one.

A whimper fell from my lips as his tongue ran over a nipple. He pulled away and did the same thing to the other but this time he bit it lightly. My hips bucked against the air, “Hoseok!” I cried.

“Call me Wonho, Baby girl,” He instructed, licking a fat stripe over the nipple he bit, “you're special.” I recalled the name even in my haze. How could I not when it was always in the news twenty four- seven. He was a serial killer who didn't discriminate between gender or race. The police were asking for leads constantly because they had none. My thought process shattered as one of his hands cupped my heat, thumb digging into my clit. It was hard to care about morals when I couldn't even remember my name. I would think about this later, I decided. He pressed harder against the nerves and I moaned loudly. Definitely later.

Wonho’s lips pressed against my throat, sucking and biting expertly. As a form of revenge I reached down to cup the front of his jeans, making him hiss and bite my neck harder in warning. As an extra precaution he grabbed my wrists again, slamming my back against the wall, “Be good.” The killer chided, snarling slightly.

He unbuttoned my pants and roughly tugged them down my legs, underwear following. Excitement rushed through my cells, growing as each second passed. Wonho lifted one of my legs and adjusted it on his shoulder as I panted from the sensation of his breath against me.

After what seemed like hours, his tongue finally slid through my folds, collecting my essence. Wonho moaned, savoring it, “You taste sinful, Babygirl.” He breathed huskily, “You tried to hide this from me, didn't you?” He said with another lick. I cried out, struggling to keep my hands pinned to the wall. If I kept my hands down I knew he would stop and hell if I would let him. He slid the muscle inside me, gathering more slick- which he gladly swallowed- before trailing up to my clit. His tongue nudged the bud tauntingly as I begged for him to do something more. His lips captured the pearl, sucking lightly as I keened, “Wonho!”

He smirked against me before moving my leg off his shoulder and standing once again, “Face the wall, sweetheart, you'll like this.” He said smugly. I did as he said, listening to the shuffling of his clothes as he stripped. Once the noises stopped I felt myself being pushed against the cold wall, boobs pressing against it.

I felt his cock nudge against my entrance, pushing into me. I moaned at the feeling of being full, being stretched open perfectly, his cock snug inside me. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, angling his hips slightly, “And to think I haven't gone into that cubicle of your and fucked you where all your coworkers could hear.” Wonho rasped, hips agonizingly slow. It was hard to focus on his words when I was whining and trying to push back on his dick. Wonho kept me pushed against the wall, slowly fucking me, “I bet your boss would hate to watch you gripping my cock so pretty like this. He watches you. That's not going to work if your mine, Babygirl.” I nodded in hazy agreeance. If saying yes means he speeds up then i'll agree.

Wonho pulled out and I mewled, beginning to turn around, “Stay facing the wall!” He ordered, voice strict. His clothes rustled again and when he stood back up he slipped inside me once more. I sighed in satisfaction at the fullness as he began to rock into me at a pace faster than before. I looked back at him upon feeling something cool trace my back.

Trailing across my skin is a small knife, a different one from the murder, “Don't worry, it's only gonna hurt for a second. It'll be worth it.” He promised. I clenched my teeth and he pressed a hot kiss to my lips, pressing into the skin between my back dimples.

“Wonho…Can we just skip this?” I plead nervously. He gave me a reassuring smile and a kiss on my nose before he drew the knife closer to my skin.

“Trust me.”

I screamed out at the pain of his blade pressing into the flesh, tears streaming down my face instantly. He pressed hard enough to scar but not to cause significant damage. He peppered quick kissed across the expanse of my back and pushed himself into me harder, hoping the pleasure would ease the pain, “It's fine, it over.” He assured.

He tossed the knife aside so that it landed on his clothes, his breath stuttering before grasping my hips and began pounding into me. The burn of the cut remained and I could feel the hot blood trailing over my ass. The roughness of his thrusts edged away the sting and made the feeling of him more intense, “You're mine now, Babygirl, i've claimed you. No one can hurt you now.”

Hoseok pulled out and spun me around quickly, picking me up bridal style and walking to the couch. He layed me down on my stomach and I flipped over so I could look at him, “Ass up.” Wonho said.

“Okay.” I gulped, moving onto my stomach and pushing my ass closer to his and wiggling it. Excitement and blood dripped from me and onto the couch, “Hurry up!” I whined.

I heard the growl come from Wonho’s chest before I felt the smack of his hand, “You are not the one in control here. Don't order me around, Baby.” He warned with another hard smack on my ass.

“I’m sorry.” I moaned.

“You want me to fuck you?” Wonho hissed, getting on the couch and adjusting behind me. I nodded my head frantically, eyes welling with need. He pushed into me quickly and thrusted quickly into me, “You want me to pound into your cunt? Fine then.” He murmured, nails digging into my hips.

Despite the intense speed he knew exactly where to angle his hips for me to clench around him, “Moan louder for me.” He grunted, sweat gathering on his forehead. I let my moans loose and Wonho grinned at the noise. He loved knowing he could make me moan, scream, and cry in a way different from all the others. I moved my hips back to meet his so he could reach deeper inside my heat.

I cried out his name like a chant as I tried my hardest not to cum- cumming meant I had to face reality- but when Wonho leaned forward and ran his teeth down my spine, scraping the skin slightly. Once he reached the carving in my back he licked over it, tasting some of the blood and soothing the sting.

I turned around to look at him and moaned loudly. His hair covered parts of his face but I could see his obsidian eyes with ease. He pulled back up, lips stained slightly with red. I looked where the cuts were and felt myself clench around him. He carved W. H. into my back, marking me as his property.

That was all it took for me to clench around his cock and cum with a loud scream. My vision was spotted with dots as I came around him. The man behind me moaned as well, gripping my hips harder as he slammed into me. Now that he had taken care of me he could take care of himself.

I layed my head on the couch, panting and moaning as he continued to press into my heat. After rutting into me for a while and giving me another orgasm he finally released into me, streaks of cum coating the inside of me.

He pulled out and I burrowed into to couch so he had enough room to lay beside me. He fell next to me, a beautiful smile draped beautifully across his pink lips and satisfaction glazing his eyes.

Hoseok and I walked into work together the next morning, ignoring the stares of confused coworkers. I tried to distance myself from him slightly but he moved closer to me again, letting our hands brush together as we walked, “Why are you walking so close?” I whispered, pulling up my turtleneck. Damn hickeys.

“Because you’re cute.” He replied, loudly. Some of my coworkers gaped at the words, quickly texting on their phone. I sighed, letting Hoseok walk me to my cubicle. I sat down in my chair, setting down my purse and turning on my computer. I typed in my computer password, “Bye, Hoseok.” I said, still looking at the computer.

“No no no.” He chided, spinning my chair around. I made a sound of disapproval but before I could scold him he pressed his lips to mine, large hand cupping my jaw. I instantly melted into the kiss, forgetting where we were. Hoseok pulled away and smirked at me, kissing my cheek, “Bye, Babygirl.”

“Bye.” I replied, slightly woozy from the kiss. He sent a smirk behind me before walking away. Looking behind me I saw my boss, seething as he glared at the other man's retreating figure and the now exposed hickeys on my neck. Hoseok pulled my turtleneck down when we were kissing on purpose. I tugged my turtleneck up, flushing red as I turned my computer back on.

And that was how I began dating a serial killer.