Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

— # WARNING: attempted SA (kind of) and Y/n has a little crazy moment
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Inhaling a breath through your nose, you slowly sturred. Your eyelids blinked slowly, heavy and resisting to open. A dull ache behind your eyes spread across your temples and to the back of your skull. Slowly but surely, the fog in your head began to lift only for confusion to replace the lingering feeling. You found yourself lying on the floor, the chilly surface of the hard concrete caused goosebumps to spread along your arms. Finally, your eyes cracked open and the pain in your chest felt almost unbearable. The air was stale, leaving a metallic taste in your mouth and a whirring sound made your ears ring. 

Inhaling another breath, your breath came out in short, shallow pants as you pushed whatever weight you could muster into your fingers. You screamed inside your head, commanding them to move like you wanted them to. Then a fragment of your memory washed over you. 

Instinctively you jumped at the surge of memories tugging at you—then something sharp stabbing you right in the neck, and a hand covering your mouth. Next, there was that disgusting voice. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Kidnapped.

You don't know how long you were out or where you were. You tried to swallow, but your throat was painfully dry and your eyes scanned the room. The room or whatever it was—was dimly lit. Tall concrete walls, a single overhead light that flickered constantly. There was no window only an observer wind, a small metal door set into one corner and a chair sitting nearby.

You gasped for air as you struggled to sit up, feeling incredibly heavy. You strained, your muscles protesting, but with a grunt, you managed to pull yourself up and rest on the palms of your hands. Your legs gave way, and you had to clutch the chair for support.

Looking around, your eyes land on the window, then the chair, and lastly the door, forcing your mind to think.

"An interrogation room?" you whispered, your voice hoarse, swallowed by the silence. Feeling movement in your feet, you ran straight for the door and pulled on the knob. Twisting the metal, you pound a fist into the sheet of metal. 

"Damn it," You cursed, slapping the door.

Suddenly, footsteps on the other side of the door had you stepping away. As you backed away, your hand grazed the chair and an idea appeared in your head. Standing beside the door, you held the chair up. Despite your aching limps screaming at you, you were ready to hit whoever was about to enter. Hearing keys jingle in the keyhole, the doorknob twists and the door is flung open. Tightening the grip on the legs, you swing the chair with all the strength you can muster like a baseball bat.

Instead of hitting someone, a hand caught the chair, earning a fearful gasp. A muscular man stood before you, and he shielded Kouichi, appearing from behind. As your eyes fell on Kouichi, a colossal hand swats your right cheek, hard causing you to cry out when it cut your cheek and bottom lip. You fell on the floor, lamenting in pain.

Having shooed his companion away and closed the door securely behind him, Kouichi knelt before you. Your cries died down, and blood spilled onto the floor. As fingers glide across your injured cheek, they cause you to hiss in response to the touch.

Slapping his hand away, you growled. "Don't fucking touch me!"

Kouichi grasped your leg, preventing you from moving back any further. "You know you've been on my mind since you had the police out there searching for me. I would've gotten caught if it weren't for my friends and my beloved mother."

"I knew it," You said to yourself internally. 

"After your little friend punched me in the face, it made me realise that I had a little competition on my hands-" Kouichi brought up the incident with you and Bakugou in the alleyway.

"What are you getting at Kouichi?!" You spat, glaring daggers into his eyes. "He'll find me and you're going to pay for it."

"Oh, is that so? And did you tell him how I already claimed you as mine?" He chuckled, holding your chin in his hands. Your body stayed still, and your face contoured in disgust. "I remember it clear...every detail,"

"And my son?" Your voice was a low growl. "Where is he Kouichi?"

Kouichi's lips curled into a smirk, and for a second your anger almost made him laugh. "Your son? I didn't know what you're talking about-?" 

"Don't," You warned him, your sudden burst of bravery overshadowed your fear. "I know you have him. You took my baby from me and I want him back. Now." 

This time, Kouichi's expression never faltered. He clicks his tongue. "You think it's that simple, hmm?" 

Then you feel his lips pressed upon yours. With a whimper, you push at his shoulders and chest with your hands, trying to create some space between the two of you. As he hovers above you, he forcefully shoves you down, spreading your legs apart. You felt him press himself against you while one hand pinned your hands above your head and the other felt you.

It's like that night was happening all over again. Angry tears slipped as your attempts at fighting proved to be useless. However, that didn't stop you from using your mouth. Between the forced kiss, your teeth caught his bottom lip, and you bit down hard enough to draw out blood. You didn't let go until Kouichi removed himself from you. 

The inside of your mouth tasted like copper, making you gag. Sitting up, you spat the blood at his feet, chuckling as Kouichi held his hand under his bloody mouth, catching the blood pooling in his palm. He listened to you laughing manically with your teeth stained in his blood. The sound that came out of you was madness, a manic cackle that shook your whole body to the core. You couldn't stop it. You didn't want to.

"What the helf is so sf-unny!"

"Katsuki kisses better than you shithead," You fall on your back, clutching your stomach and still laughing. 

Kouichi froze, his hands still falling from his chin, but now there was something like a flash of jealousy in his eyes. He tried to hide it, but it was there as he brain imagined it. He leaned in again, his mouth just inches from yours. 

"Don't talk abouw him," he growled, his voice coming out muffled because of his lip.

But you didn't care about his feelings. "Why? Are you jealous?" 

You were teasing him, your grin widening. "Does it sting knowing that someone else knows how to kiss me without forcing it? Someone who knows how to kiss?"

Kouichi's face twisted in anger, but you could see past his facade—the way his nails dug into his palms a little harder and the way his breath hitched in his throat. He was unravelling, and it felt so damn good to watch.

Kouichi's jaw clenched, his hands shaking with frustration. "Shut up!" 

"You could learn a thing or two from him," You explained, smiling while doing so. 

Kouichi's face darkened, the muscles in his jaw twitching, and you saw it—the absolute fury bubbling up beneath the surface. It was hilarious. Unexpected,  a quick hand grabs onto your face as he leans in again, his breath hot and ragged against your lips. "Shut your fuching mouth," 

"Make me you useless excuse for a man," You taunted, your voice dripping with defiance. "You think you're in control here huh? That kiss was pathetic, Kouichi. I feel sorry for you, mushy mouth."

For a moment, Kouichi stood there, shaking with rage, his eyes wild. But then, to your surprise, he stepped forward, his hands stained in his blood reaching for your hair, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He raised a fist at you. The sight of his lip made you laugh harder.

"You little bitch!" 

A double update whatttttttttttt??