FNF Senpai X Reader || Corrupted Code

Chapter 11: Reinforcement

"Stop." He spoke once and allowed a growl-like noise to rumble within his chest. "Why are you doing this the hard way? You're not seeing things from my point of view!" He, to his and your surprise, gently pushed his hands against your shoulders, digging his fingertips into the fabric that covered your no-doubt bruising skin. "I'm sick and tired of being pushed into a corner and having everything I know be stolen away from me." His eyes narrowed as he spoke. His grip was firm and unforgiving; no matter how hard you struggled, he merely dug his fingers deeper.

In laymen's terms, Senpai was absolutely crazy. Maybe he was like this because of how he was programmed, maybe he was like this because he was 'abandoned'. You couldn't find it in you to even care anymore, you've been pushed past the point of sympathy. And you were sure that he knew that, too - maybe it was the reason he was lashing out. He took your silence as obedience.

Which caused him to simmer down a bit, him calming down as he silently spewed out apologies, his shoulders shaking up and down, foretelling all the emotions that he was suddenly filled with, pushing past the brim because they've just become hyperactive and basically spilling out from an open gash like the blood from the aforementioned wound; overflowing in the form of despondency rather than bodily fluids.

Suddenly, Senpai's hands slithered up the sides of your neck. He cupped your face softly, his cold fingertips causing you to recoil, flinching back in such a manner that he would deem as playful, but he merely shushed you silently. He leaned close to you, face flushed. He was going to kiss you. He was going to force you to kiss him. You shook your head this way and that in a desperate attempt to get away, but he held your face firmly in place, his hands squishing your cheeks. He was staring at you through his darkened eyelashes, his eyes conveying pure and utter devotion to you.

Without warning, his lips suddenly smashed against your own. Due to the sudden force, his teeth clashed against your own and sent a shock straight through your nerves, forcing you to open your mouth to emit a gasp. Which he took advantage of, inching himself forward as one of his hands reached to the back of your head, tangling his fingers within your hair while the other harshly gripped your cheek. Giving no warning or second chances, you bit down on his bottom lip, snapping the tender skin between your teeth. 

Senpai jolted back, suddenly, droplets of blood dripping down his chin. He looked surprised, he always did, eyes staring at you with betrayal. "That hurt," he whined pathetically, "was it really worth it?" There was a pause between his words until it finally clicked in his brain. "A part of me is inside of you, now." He sounded deranged, pupils dilating as his gaze met your own. "That's just perfect." He dragged himself forward and wiped the blood from his lips, his bottom lip beginning to swell from the wound. 

As a couple of seconds pass, you felt the rage build up in your gut, swelling to the point where you felt yourself become unstable, practically shaking with rage. "You're insane," your lips trembled as you spoke, "Senpai, you're fucking insane. Your justification is poor. Your actions are inane and terrifying in nature. You're crazy!" You couldn't help the words spew out despite your desperate efforts to try. "My hand is nearly fucking skinned because of you! My shoulders are going to bruise, and here you are; arguing that this is for love, that you love me so much that you have to do this, that you need- ackchh-!" He cut you off, painfully. Perhaps in one of the worst ways imaginable.

One of his hands suddenly wrapped around your neck, fingers curling around your throat and pressing against your arteries and pulsating veins, practically squeezing the life from your lungs as your vision begins to blur. But not quite yet. You pull and struggle, cough and desperately try to suck in air, but his grip only tightens on your throat. You can't pull your hands free from your binds, you can't even kick him away as he stares down at you with that damned expression. Tears fogged your vision, or maybe it was the lack of air meeting your brain.

His words were somewhat of a blur, but you could hear him as he implored you. "You don't understand, (Y/N). I was created to be the perfect, ideal lover; you were supposed to love me! I did everything I could to get you to listen to me, to get you to love and appreciate me, and yet, your gaze faltered from me with each time I even as much I try!" His grip was hesitant, now. "Maybe I am spoiled. Maybe there is something wrong with me. But I don't care," his voice dropped an octave, "you punched me, you ran from me, and now you've bitten me." His grip suddenly tightened with no warning, his eyes narrowing.

His touch was almost yearning; holding a certain emotion that seeped from his fingertips into your warm skin. An emotion that didn't sit right with you, especially with the next words that slipped from his lips: "I just want your approval and love. That's all that I ask for." His hand fell from your throat, leaving you to gasp and whine for air. "And it seems that you fall short with even that simple of a task." His hair cast a shadow over his eyes, those baby blue hues seeming more devoid than they ever looked before. 

You blinked away the tears from your eyes, helplessly coughing and hacking as you inhale shakily, your lungs desperate for something, anything to give them the oxygen that they needed. Senpai stared at you expectedly, as if he wanted you to say something. And you hated it. You hated how he had complete and utter power over you. "O-okay," you choked back on the knot that settled itself in your throat.

"I'll... I'll give you what you want, Senpai."