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illfoandillfie · 4 years

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Ever since you’ve first written about that request someone first sent in about the prompts for knife play and dom dynamic, and then that second one, I died, i’m just now a sucker for those i guess, thanks to you. Since you’re still accepting And no ones sent one for it, What about one expanding on all or one of those things Ben mentioned doing in the last one? Omg, I would be dead i think... If you do all maybe it could be some head canon thing? But even if you do one, i’d be happy 😆

ngl i wasn’t expecting more knife play requests lmao but I had fun with this one so thank you!!

Knife Play 1 / Knife Play 2

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After itbecame clear that Ben was as into the whole knife play thing as you were, yousat down and had a conversation about it.

“How wouldyou react if I actually cut you, intentionally? Not badly of course, but just asmall scratch, a little blood maybe.”

“Um,”

“Or, uh, wecould try role play stuff? Like I pretend to be a burglar and you’re the loneresident caught of guard and restrained so you can’t call for help.”

“Okay, yousaid that way too fast and it was way too detailed for it to be the first timeyou’ve thought about it.”

“Sorry. Justcurious. And excited,”

“I wasn’tsaying it was a bad thing. I like that you have an idea of where we could gowith it because I don’t really. I just know I like when you pull a knife outand tell me what to do,” you laughed softly.

“Well thenhow would you feel about the roleplay stuff? I think it could be fun as long aswe’re clear about boundaries and all that. I don’t actually want to hurt you.”

“I know Benny. Maybe we can work out way up to it? Start smaller and get a feelfor what we enjoy about the whole knife thing.”

Once he knewwhat you were comfortable with and what you were most interested in trying, Benhad no qualms about surprising you with a knife. It was always a surprise. Afew times you cried off, not in the mood for it, and on those occasions, he putthe blade away and you did something else instead. But, for the most part, itjust made you more aroused and eager to play.

One time, whilewatching boring TV, he returned from the kitchen and told you to sit on hislap, patting his thigh as if you were an obedient dog. When you shrugged himoff he leant over the arm of the couch and picked up the knife he’d just stoodup for. Your heartbeat quickened immediately, and you found yourself noddingand swinging a leg over him.

“That’s muchbetter. Now,” he waved the tip of the knife carelessly around your chest, “shirtand bra off. And while you’re doing that you can hump my thigh and show me howbadly you want me.”

You adjustedyour position and began rocking your hips, holding onto his shoulders as youbuilt a rhythm.

“Haven’teven started and apparently you’re already too fucked out to remember all yourinstructions. Shirt off before I cut it off.”

Youwhimpered and lifted your shirt over your head, hurrying to undo your bra andthrow it aside too.

“There yougo,” he said as if he were speaking to a child. The knife dropped to yourthigh, the cool flat of the blade making you shiver, though Ben’s suddenattention on your chest also contributed. Small whines fell from your lips as heteased your nipples, drawing circles around then with his tongue, sucking theminto his mouth. For a while he made you stay like that, knife alternating betweenbiting into your thigh and dancing around your breasts as his spare hand movedover your chest, pinching and squeezing and pulling. When he decided you weresuitably wet and whiny, he lay you back and, knife resting in the valley ofyour breasts, pulled off your pants. He himself remained fully clothes as hesunk to his knees in front of the couch, holding the knife against your moundas he leaned in to lick along your cunt. Every movement was slow and deliberate,making you whimper and moan as he pushed you closer to the edge, trying to makeyou squirm, to buck your hips into the knife. You held as still as you couldmanage, locking your legs around him as you came, back arching. He didn’t forceyour legs open again, didn’t pause his ministrations. Just kept going, eatingyou out until you were begging him to put an end to it. All your effort was onstaying as still as possible, squeezing the couch cushion and tugging on Ben’shair to alleviate your desire to move. But that meant you had no energy left tohold back the orgasms Ben was insistent on pulling from you, succumbing as soonas you reached the tipping point, leaving you overstimulated and defenceless.

Another timehe took you in the kitchen. Backed you up against the counter, tugging at yourclothes as he attacked your neck with his teeth and lips. When you tried toremove his clothes in return he grabbed your wrists in one hand, and continued markingyour skin, holding you tightly so you couldn’t wriggle free. He let go of yourwrists to lift you onto the counter with a warning to behave or he’d have toget the cuffs. You watched as he stepped away from you, pulling a pot out ofthe cupboard and five full ice cube trays out of the freezer.

“Didn’t know we owned so many of them,”

“That’s because we didn’t until yesterday when I bought them specifically forthis. Now quiet, and spread your legs more.”

The crack of the first tray being twisted to loosen the cubes made your breath speedup. The clinking sound each ice cube made as they hit the bottom of the metalpot had you itching with anticipation. When all of the trays were emptied intothe pot, Ben took it to the sink, topping it up with water. On his way back tothe bench he pulled a knife out of the draw, holding it up to taunt you.

“What’re you going to do with that?” you said, gulping.

Ben ignored you, dipping his hand into the water and giving it a stir, “Jesusthat’s cold. Here, feel.”

You were prepared to yank your hand out of his reach, sure he would grab it anddunk it into the water. What you didn’t expect was his icy fingers to wraparound your throat, excess water dripping down the base of your neck towardsyour breasts. You whined and shivered, too distracted to notice him lower theblade into the water. Using his grip on your throat he pulled you in for akiss, teeth and tongue in equal measure. Just as you lost yourself in the kiss,the hand around your throat no longer feeling so freezing cold, he surprised you.A yelp was pulled from you as he pressed the cold flat of the blade on the sideof your breast, releasing your throat so he could dip his fingers in the wateragain and bring them to your nipples. Slowly he dragged the blunt edge of theblade down your side and around over your stomach. The freezing temperaturemade even the safe side of the knife feel like it was cutting into your skin, redmarks left in its wake. For a while he teased you like that, dripping the waterover you to make you gasp and whine and squirm, trailing the blade over whateverskin was within reach, covering you with criss-crossed red lines. Finally, whenthe ice had melted and the water had warmed he pulled you down again, bent youover the bench and fucked you hard.

Andsometimes there was no trick, just him holding a blade to you as you rode himor as he pinned you down and ploughed into you. It was during these sorts of scenesyou let him try a few things you were both curious about. Drops of bloodclinging to the scratches he made on your skin. Testing how far you werewilling to go with him by adding gags or restraints or other toys. He’d makeyou beg, sometimes for an end, sometimes for more. He’d pull out degradingnames and demanding orders. He’d take control. And you let him, every time,trusting him to keep you safe even as you struggled against his grip. When youthought about it hours after the scene had ended, when you were eating dinneror watching TV or cuddled up to Ben half asleep, it made your knees weak. Itmade you stomach tighten with excitement and thankfulness that you had foundBen, found someone who understood you and who you could trust to experimentwith. And it only made you want to experiment more.

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pnksausage · 6 years

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a/n: i honestly couldn’t tell you where the inspiration for this came from but i had the idea and decided to go with it. it’s a mess ngl!! i wrote this au with a slightly aged up jihoon in mind due to the nature of being a detective, but his current age works just as well! please note that this is my first time posting any sort of scenario so please do go easy on me and let me know if there are any mistakes or if you liked it!! also i named it after this song! mainly because i’m awful with names and... you’ll see. btw i bullshitted 99.9% of the information and based it off of cop shows because it’s all for fun anyway!

as a final note, this is written in jihoon’s pov because it just fit best for the way i wanted to tell this story. sorry if that isn’t your thing!

warnings: dead bodies mentioned but never described.

it all begins with a paper, almost unnoticed in its crumpled state in the middle of the floor

while most of the team was focused on taking pictures of the crime scene and the body on the couch, park jihoon was curious as to why in such an immaculately cleaned house that trash would randomly be there so close to the body

any other time he wouldn’t have thought much of it, but due to the victim and the necessity of solving the current string of cases that had come up within the past few months, he’d take any sort of clue he could get his hands on

he carefully picked the paper up with a gloved hand and after peeking over his shoulder quickly unraveled it to find out if there was anything of importance written on it

there was a jumped batch of letters and in the bottom right corner of the paper a bright red heart presumably was drawn with lipstick though jihoon couldn’t be sure

the team clears out within a few hours and jihoon shares the note with a few of the people he’s managed to get close to once becoming a detective; lai guanlin — the newbie on the team — and bae jinyoung — the young cop who always somehow accompanied jihoon whenever they were to look at the body and scan for any clues to connect the dots

he had also sent it in as evidence but was told it probably had nothing to do with the case and that the woman had most likely dropped it there before being killed

still, it was there... just in case

his friends, however, believed that maybe jihoon was onto something but... they didn’t know what. jihoon was the detective for a reason!

they urged him to treat it as a lead and try to piece together the letters and see if it managed to form anything worthwhile

he spent hours trying to make a word from it but continuously came up short and eventually came to believe that it was just something the victim had dropped

his potential lead having led to a dead end, jihoon felt hopeless as they were sure that this murder was connected to the others that had been going on, though they couldn’t be sure because so far all of them seemed erratic

he had a feeling in his gut that the same person had committed all the crimes he just needed a way to prove it

stressed and feeling disappointed as his clue led nowhere, jihoon finds himself holed up in the corner of his favorite cafe, fingers tapping mindlessly at his phone as he drinks a cup of coffee

it’s then that a sound draws him away from his tech, eyes peering up towards the piano settled in the middle of the room, a man with pitch black hair playing so beautifully that he wonders why the man isn’t playing professionally somewhere

it’s neither here nor there and he doesn’t dwell on the thought long, pulled out of his mind by the sound of a voice beside him

“it’s beautiful isn’t it?”

he’s shocked as he eyes her, eyes traveling over her features and darting away when her eyes meet his

a small smile tugs at his lips as he bashfully looks up again, this time offering her a small nod in response to what she’d said

“yeah, it is.”

she smiles. jihoon feels his heartbeat quicken.

“i’ve always loved this song.”

it’s said more to herself than anything, voice barely more than a murmur as her eyes flash back to the man playing the piano. jihoon notes the subtle disappointment that crosses her face when the man finishes the song and fades into another one tucks away the way she looks when she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear into the back of his mind

he looks away momentarily when her eyes meet his again

“what’s it called?”

his question is quiet, testing the waters

“spring waltz.”

she replies, just as quiet

he asks her why she’s there to which she replies she’s studying

she asks him why he’s there and he responds that he’s taking a break

she doesn’t ask from what and he’s thankful for it

they fall into a casual silence then, jihoon going back to his phone and her to her book

an hour passes and soon she rises to leave

he asks for her name

“y/n.”

she smiles, extending a hand to shake and he’s caught off guard by her formalness but shakes it nonetheless a smile gracing his own lips as well

“jihoon.”

it’s unspoken, the hope to see her again but for some reason, he thinks she feels the same

it’s months before he sees her again

by then there are bags under his eyes from a lack of sleep and overwhelming stress due to being unable to solve the case

he’s finally managed to figure out a pattern of sorts, noticed the beginnings of a line to connect the chaotic scatter of dots, but hasn’t been able to figure it all yet

for an ace detective, he sure wasn’t doing a good job at all

and at each crime scene there’d be another note, another jumbled mess of letters, and each time there’d be a red heart in the bottom right corner

the letters never seemed to mean anything but jihoon wasn’t going to let the notes go so soon, not after finding them at every single case

he wasn’t sure if the killer was the one leaving the letters or perhaps someone who had managed to find out about the case as well, but he was determined to find the source one day

one afternoon he finds himself in the corner of that same coffee shop mindlessly listening to the piano music filtering quietly through the speakers as this time there was no live player

she comes soon after, as if by chance, and offers him a smile before taking a sip of her drink, the book left opened on the table as she searches for his eyes

he meets hers and sends her a tired smile in return

“it’s been awhile.”

she begins, eyes flickering back to her book before she ultimately decides to close it, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the detective

“yeah, it has been. i’ve been busy.”

he takes a small drink from his coffee and sets it back on the table, the clink loud in the quiet of the cafe

she nods in return, lips pursing

“i see. tough job?”

he nods in return, rubbing his eyes before catching her gaze

“you know those unsolvable questions your professors give you? the kind that are meant to test your resolve more than your knowledge? well, that’s what i always think they’re doing, anyway.” he pauses to laugh, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “i have one of those. i’ve been trying for months to solve it but i just can’t figure it out. i’ll stare at it for hours and hours and i just can’t seem to get it down.”

she laughs softly in response and he finds himself enraptured by the sound of it

“i know what you mean.” a pause to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear similar to the way she had the last time they’d met, “i wonder if it’s just as tiring for your professor to see you failing to figure it out.”

he hadn’t thought of that

maybe the person leaving the notes was watching for his progress

he’d have to keep that in mind

“maybe.” another pause, this time longer. “hey... last time i never asked for your number... so.”

she laughs again, his heartbeat pitter patters in his chest

“of course.”

moments later he has her number stored in his phone with a rabbit emoji next to it, her choice

they continue their conversation like they’ve known each other forever, him questioning about her taste in music and her love for piano pieces to which her eyes light up and he feels as though he can watch her talk for hours

eventually, they part ways, but the conversation never lulls

they chat all night on their phones and before his head finally hits the pillow in the dark hours of the morning he wishes her a goodnight

it goes like this for awhile, constant chatting even when they can’t meet up, and the times where their schedules align he finds himself eating meals with her and overall spending whatever free time he can find with her by his side

then another body is found and jihoon is whisked away to work yet again

it’s another tireless week of attempting to unscramble the code and piece together the fine line of the case

with no luck, he finds himself in the corner of the cafe yet again, but this time he’s asked her to accompany her

it’s much more fun to wallow in your misery with someone by your side

he’s thankful that she never presses for information about his job after he mentioned he couldn’t really talk about it, but it’s when she’s getting up to go back to her place that he gets an idea

“hey, you’re good with words, right? do you think you can help me with something?”

he misses the way that she hesitates, doesn’t see the look that momentarily crosses her face, too caught up in the beautiful way she smiles and nods

he pulls up the picture he took of the latest note then, one that mimicked one of the earlier ones, mocking him for being unable to solve it

it takes her only a moment to answer, the name rolling off of her tongue instantly after she scans the photo

he doesn’t realize until after she’s long gone, too caught up in messaging guanlin and jinyoung that he’s finally figured it out

there was no way she should have been able to figure it out so quickly

no matter how good she was with words, it would have taken much more effort to piece together that it was a name unless she had seen it before

unless she had written the note

he begins to connect the dots then, the red lipstick she always wore, her handwriting, the paper she always used

there was no way she could be connected to the murders, though, right?

in due time he manages to connect the case after searching the database for the name on the notes because of course, each note had led to the same thing even if it took him a while to piece it all together

some of them had to be connected together while others had the whole name on the note just scrambled so much it was impossible to figure it out

they had found the man and with evidence managed to connect him to every case that they had assumed was committed by the same person in the first place

still, he felt idiotic for having not been able to figure it out on his own in the first place

and for not seeing all the signs right in front of him

she texts him the day after the encounter but doesn’t say anything when he questions her immediately after

“i’ll tell you why i did what i did one day. i wasn’t involved. please believe me.”

it goes against everything he’s been taught but he does

he never mentions it to anyone and when his friends ask about the girl he’d been so enamored with he simply tells them that the spark fizzled out

he doesn’t hear from her after that day, all his attempts at contacting her having been met with silence

he hopes that one day he’ll get to hear that beautiful laugh again along with spring waltz playing in the background

maybe then he’d understand

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