PRIVATE &&. HIGHLY SELECTIVE serial killer indie oc // written by JENNA
IN THE NIGHT
you’re in love with a knife fight
and his LIPS taste like gunpowder.
his h e a r t is a battlefield demanding
attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy,
but his love is like the whole world electric
and the sun laid at your feet.
i'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you i don't give a f u c k about you anyways —— !! whoever said i gave a shit 'bout you? you never share your toys or communicate i guess i'm just a play date to you —— !!
he almost laughed at that. the boy was amusing, he had to admit that. some of the shit that came out of his mouth didn’t even make sense, but it was still entertaining nonetheless. if it weren’t for the reputation jimin had to withhold, he might have actually had a conversation with the guy. it wasn’t as if he didn’t want to, it was just— what was he supposed to say to someone that was grinding on him with no intention of actually getting in his pants ? it wasn’t as if he could actually be himself, dirty talk & then leave satisfied. no, that would just make it worse. he already had a hard time keeping his hands to himself as it was with the way the blonde teased him, moving his hips against him just barely, but not enough. the grip of his hand on his throat didn’t help much either. you could say he had a thing for choking. he lets out a huff of air upon hearing the male’s words, his tongue peeking out to quickly moisten his lips. ❛ shut up. ❜
KING OF WITS; he definitely is not. but it’s not like that would ever stop him from speaking whatever it was that went through his non-filteredmess of a mouth. though he does have his, shall we say … m o m e n t s. maybe even counted as random strokes of GENIUS when it comes to the art of seduction, or annoyance. whichever comes first ! nothing really matters as long as he gets his hands on the big bucks! ❛ you’re such a MEANIE — who shit on your cereal this mornin’, mister ? i was jus’ tryin’ to be f r i e n d l y. can y’blame me to want to get to know my FAVOURITE client ? ❜ & with his words, silas merely continued to tease, fingers taking turns with his hips ever so often to g h o s t over the middle of his hips. pearly whites tugged onto his lesser petal, grey-speckled hues g a z i n g up to the male through curled lashes — almost LOVINGLY, even. as if he was actually scorned. ❛ ‘m really HURT, y’know — doesn’t daddy want t’play with me ? ❜