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gyuzgrl · 8 months ago

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sixth sense //jww//

anon req- yandere/stalker Wonwoo

summary- when watching you wasn't enough, he'd sneak into your house to get himself off. what happens when Wonwoo realizes he might be able to get something more tonight?

wc- 6k

Wonwoo swore this would be the last time. As his feet carried him further and further, across the street into private property, he promised himself that this was it.

No more.

You see, no matter how hard he tried, Wonwoo just couldn't stop watching you. Where you walked around on campus, the way you spoke to just about everyone so sweetly, how you secretly drifted off in class- he saw it all.

He'd spend hours and hours staring at your face, observing the way your features would morph into all sorts of expressions- so much so he now knows them by heart.

What started as something innocent, however, turned much darker when he realised that you lived in the house opposite his.

Night upon night, Wonwoo would sit by his window, watching, observing as you went about your life, completely unaware.

Your curtains were open- always were.

He knew when you studied, when you slept, when you touched yourself. You were so naive, so innocent, he really just couldn't help himself.

You made it so easy.

And now he's here, inside your house- with an hour to spend and a filthy, filthy imagination.

He's been here a couple of times before. Once when you'd left to go study at the library, another time when Somi and you went out for brunch, last week when your mother and you went shopping.

This time was different, though.

This time, you'd left him a little present on your bed.

As he walks into your room with practiced ease, Wonwoo's breath catches at the sight of pretty pink lingerie and a matching vibrator, laying exposed on your duvet.

'oh you have plans tonight, don't you?'

His thoughts show so clearly on his face- that signature Wonwoo smirk, corners of his lips just barely tilting up, head tipping to one side as his eyes linger over the pink lacey fabric.

Tentatively, he takes hold of the toy, clasping it in his palm, feeling the smooth, shiny plastic against his skin. Wonwoo's thoughts drift to how you'd use it in a few hours, completely unaware that he's been touching it- in turn, indirectly touching you.

'didn't know you liked this kinda stuff,'

'dirty girl'

Your room's mostly clean, usually is, save for the tangle of wires under your desk and a few odd clothes tossed at the foot of your closet. The laundry bin's full; a lid keeps it under control, but fails to hide the silky red fabric of your panties- the ones he saw you take off earlier this morning.

His eyes light up. The vibrator is long forgotten.

Time is of the essence here- there's not a lot of it left- so he grabs the red fabric in a haste and holds it to his face, inhaling deeply to take in your scent.

"fuck-" he groans softly, knees weakening at how goddamn good you smell. There's a hint of that fabric softener you use, clean and floral, but there's also the intoxicating scent of you.

The most intimate part of you.

Wonwoo settles on your duvet, nose still buried into your panties, and his eyes flutter closed as an evil hand snakes it's way into his sweatpants.

His cock jumps at the contact, and he hisses, taking his lower lip in between his teeth. Thoughts of you flood his mind, and he replays the image of you from two nights ago, with your naked body on full display as you lay in this exact spot, touching that pretty cunt of yours.

Slowly, Wonwoo begins to pump himself, squeezing hard around his girth, trying to satiate that red hot pit of desire screaming within.

He takes in a shaky breath, letting you flood his senses, and he feels himself grow in his fist, now moving faster.

Wonwoo thinks of you- of your voice, of your face, of your body. How you'd sound, whimpering, sobbing under him, how your features would settle so perfectly into utter bliss, how your skin; soft to the touch, would jump under his fingertips.

Within minutes, he feels his cock throb. It's hot and heavy in his hand, the tip burns a fiery shade of red as he works himself up to his release pumping faster as he takes you in desperately.

"f-fuck y/n" he chokes out, head falling back into your pillows.

His fist tightens around the width of his dick, trying to mimic what he thinks you'll feel like, and in seconds he tips over the edge. Hot, white ropes stream out of his cock, dribbling out of the tip, and he hunches over quickly to your nightstand to pluck out a tissue or two.

As he cleans himself off, the guilt hits, like it always does.

This is wrong, he knows it is, but he really just can't bring himself to stop. It's as though you've cast a spell on him and now he's become your very own moon- chasing after you, endlessly.

Wonwoo tidies up the bed, fixing your sheets, fluffing up your duvet, and he deposits- albeit reluctantly- your panties back to their assigned spot in the laundry bin.

15 minutes till you come back home.

He heads to your kitchen and discards his soiled tissues into the garbage shoot, destroying all the evidence that he was ever here.

There's still a bit of time left for him, so he looks through your pantry, face falling when he sees the endless sea of instant-meal cartons and ramen packets.

'you really should take better care of yourself,'

Just as he's about to close the cabinet, something catches him eye.

A hand blender- rather, the hand blender you borrowed from him last week. In a sudden burst of genius, Wonwoo comes up with a plan.

It's hasty, definitely reckless, but he has a shot at getting to touch you.

step 1- hide the blender inside the highest shelf of your pantry.

check.

step 2- head back home, shower, put on the cologne you seem you like, change into loose grey sweats and a fitted white wife beater.

check.

step 3- wait till you get home and watch as you settle into bed, ready to play.

check.

step 4- once you begin to work yourself up, almost on the verge of release, that's when he'll strike, ringing your doorbell to ask for his blender.

Wonwoo's heart thuds against his chest as he presses your doorbell. The sound echoes around in his head and he swears he can feel his heart in his throat. Scuffling footsteps draw his attention back to you, and he smirks, imaging what you look like right now; scrambling around to cover yourself up, frustrated that you've been interrupted.

The distinct slap of your house slippers against wooden floors grows louder and louder, in time with Wonwoo's speeding heart, and he feels his mouth go dry.

This is happening.

Creaking your door open, you pop your head out, eyes widening when you see Wonwoo at your doorstep.

"this a bad time?" he asks, tilting his head to the side as his eyes rake over your body, observing the loosely tied robe you've covered up with.

"uh n-no, what's up Won?"

Fuck there was that petname you used all the time. He hated petnames, hated when people called him stuff like that, but with you? God, there was something so cute about it when you said his name like that. Makes him want to push you down and fuck you senseless right here on your doorstep.

"you remember that blender you borrowed? I kinda need it right now," his voice is deep as he speaks, and you notice his apperance.

Tight white vest, baggy grey sweatpants, wet hair- fuck he's your very own wet dream, delivered right to your doorstep. A deep blush spreads across your cheeks and you wonder if he knows what you've been up to.

"y-yeah, come in I've got it around here somewhere," you stutter, stepping back to let him in. Wonwoo steps forward, his long legs closing the distance between your bodies, and you gasp, eyes flicking over to his as he towers over you, barely an inch between your frame and his.

Once again, he let's his eyes skim over you, taking note of the way your cheeks heat up under his stare.

'oh? you like this, don't you?'

There's that smirk again, the knowing twitch of his lips, the condescending look in his eye. He's assured, you're far too desperate to turn him down when he makes his move.

Despite the rambling thoughts inside him, Wonwoo appears composed. He quirks a brow at you, looking almost unimpressed, and you scramble around for words..

"you w- you walk really um, really fast,"

"you don't," he states, bemused, "I really do need that blender, though."

Embarrassed, your skin burns crimson and your lips part, forming an 'o' shape.

"o-oh uh yeah that. it should be in here," you mutter, sauntering your way over to the kitchen with him trailing right behind.

Wonwoo has to physically restrain himself from reaching out to run his palm over the curve of your ass, swaying enticingly as you walk.

'fuck you made this so hard-'

You slip behind the kitchen island, throwing a quick glance his way over your shoulder, before opening up the first cabinet- the one that originally did have Wonwoo's blender.

Clumsy hands, pat around the surface of the shelf in vain, and you turn around, pouting. Wonwoo thinks this is his breaking point (it isn't, but still).

"not here, sorry this might take a while Won"

His heart swells at the petname, and inside he's got fireworks going off. On the outside, however, he remains unmoved.

"yeah take your time, baby, I've got all evening"

You flush.

He called you baby.

Turning to face him, you offer a watery, nervous smile.

"m'sorry Wonnie"

'oh fuck me-'

You turn back around pulling open another cabinet, and then another and another. Moving from the ones at eye level, you kneel down, digging through the shelves under your counter top. The angle makes Wonwoo dizzy.

'you're doing this on purpose, I swear'

On your knees, eyes a little teary from embarrassment, you look up at him, shaking your head. This is the sixth shelf.

"sorry-"

"you're good, here- I'll help you look"

Wonwoo's voice soothes through you, it's low timbre running along your nerves like guitar strings. He steps beside you, eyes scanning over the counter top as you stand up and open your highest cabinet.

You stand on your tip toes, arm fully outstretched, and you begin to search around; this time in the right cabinet. As your fingertips glaze over something that feels like a blender, your eyes light up, and Wonwoo, standing behind you, takes notice.

"think it's here"

The only issue now, is that you can't reach it. It's too high up for you to grasp properly. You stretch as far as you can, straining your body as you try to reach the little plastic device, and before you know what's happening, you feel a presence directly behind you.

Wonwoo.

His chest pushes flush against your back as his arm extends out far beyond yours, and you let out a surprised squeak.

He grins.

The hard muscle of his torso has your mouth watering, only adding to your desperation. Sure, having your orgasm so rudely ripped away is one thing, but to have Jeon Wonwoo of all people, dressed the way he is, pushing up against you, all while you're defenseless and unable to satisfy yourself? Oh this is just pure torture.

"found it" he whispers right above your ear, his breath tickling the shell of it. You shudder.

Wonwoo brings his arm back down, setting the item down on the counter. You turn around, caged between his arms, and your knees go weak at the sight in front of you.

The thick muscles of his arms are on full display, veins jutting out deliciously right beside you. Wonwoo's eyes stay trained on your own, a dark desire, a hunger, running wild in them.

Suddenly, you realise, your little bullet vibrator won't be enough for you tonight.

You gulp noticing the proximity of your bodies, of your faces, and Wonwoo smirks.

"you're all red,"

"s-shut up"

"but you are, I mean look at these" he grins, bringing his fingers up to press your cheeks together. "so fuckin' cute when you blush,"

You're stunned into silence.

"and this-" he motions to your robe, now loose, falling apart at your cleavage, revealing the delicate pink lace of your bra, "who's this for?"

Your eyes almost double in size when you glance down, and you scramble to adjust yourself.

"it's nothing! I was just- I was just um,"

"just what?"

Your brows scrunch up as you bite your lip, suddenly conscious of your surroundings, and you avoid his gaze, opting to look down at the fabric of his vest.

"were you playing with yourself?"

You shake your head furiously, tears welling in your eyes. God, this is embarrassing but for some reason, you find yourself growing hotter, wetter by the second, with your body pressed up against his.

"dirty girl,"

Wonwoo's voice is sultry and low, he's practically purring at you, eyes glazed over with desire. The way he calls you has your cunt clenching down around empty space, and you know you need this. You need him.

"if I was t-touching myself, would you be upset?"

'hook, line, and sinker.'

"oh princess, you were just trynna feel good, of course I won't be upset" he coos, stroking your hair.

"a-and if I say that I was thinking of y-"

"hm?"

"if I say that I was thinking of you, while I was... y'know, would you be mad?"

Oh he wasn't expecting that.

Not one bit.

The stoic, unmoving persona dissipates within seconds and Wonwoo let's out a shaky breath, bringing his face closer to yours, leaving barely an inch of space.

"not at all,"

There's a short pause as you both share understanding glances- a wordless confession.

"this is my mess to fix, isn't it?" he whispers, breath fanning over your face, burning hot against your cheeks.

You nod, desperately, and he leans his forehead against yours.

"and you want me to fix it, baby?"

"please," you whimper, pressing your thighs together helplessly.

Wasting not a second more, rather, unable to wait a second more, Wonwoo pushes his lips to yours, enveloping them in a hungry, needy kiss.

Hot, wet skin greets your mouth, cradling your lower lip as he sucks feverishly at the tender flesh. Wonwoo slides a hand up to your chin, tilting your face up between his thumb and forefinger, and you gasp when he prods his tongue into your mouth.

A pathetic whimper escapes you, and you give in to his body.

"you want this?" he pants, his breath hot, meshing with your own.

"I do- fuck I really do Wonnie"

Your voice is whiny, your eyes gloss over, Wonwoo curses under his breath.

Without warning, he slides his hands under your thighs, and hoists your body up, moving you to sit on the counter. You gasp at how easily he manages to lift you- like you're a fragile little doll, completely at his mercy.

As your thighs spill out from under the robe, they make contact with the cool, hard marble below, and you jump at the sudden sensation.

The fabric of your robe rides up, giving Wonwoo access to the hem of your panties, and his eyes flick down, darkening considerably when he looks at your pink lingerie.

"oh? what's this you're wearing?" There's a smirk in his voice, plain as day. His hands smooth over the front of your thighs, stopping right at the edge of the robe.

"may I?"

His eyes draw back up to yours, and he looks at you, the question genuine in his gaze.

"yes," you breathe, swallowing at the thick lump in your throat.

Eager hands slide up, disappearing momentarily under your robe to feel you first, before pulling the loose fabric apart completely.

Wonwoo slips the silky fabric over your shoulders, letting it pool around your thighs on the counter, and it's as though life presses pause for a while.

He stares at you in awe, in wonder, eyes tracing over every curve, every contour of your body and the lace against it.

"you're so beautiful-" he shudders, unable to stop himself from looking.

"I am?"

Wonwoo rolls his eyes.

"what, you didn't know?"

"uh uh," you shake your head, staring up at him through thick lashes, "nobody's called me that before"

There's a pause. You can practically hear the gears twisting and turning in Wonwoo's head, with his brow set in a frown.

'you really didn't know'

'how do I show yo-'

His lips twitch up, revelation written all over his face.

"as much as I'd love to fuck you into this counter, there's something better in store upstairs,"

"u-upstairs? but how do-"

"shh, princess, don't bother your pretty head about silly things, hm?" he cooes, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

In a swift motion, you feel the surface beneath you shift away as Wonwoo lifts you into his arms, hands hooked under the flesh of your ass.

You yelp, eyes wide with panic, but the adoring grin painted on his face calms you down. He walks up the stairs, turning to the right, unlocking your door.

"but how do you kno-"

"patience, pretty- we'll talk when I'm done with you" his voice takes on a darker tone, and you feel your arousal seep through the flimsy lace of your panties. Feeling the tip of his fingers dampen, Wonwoo smirks knowingly.

"someone's eager"

You blush, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, but Wonwoo's quick to pull you back.

"don't you dare hide from me."

The familiar, plush mattress of your bed greets your thighs as he sets you down gently, eyes practically glued to your face, scanning for discomfort.

"if you wanna stop you're gonna tell me, kay? if you can't use your words, tap twice" he says, bringing your hand to his bicep.

"uhuh" Your eyes are hazy, staring into his, as you marvel at how breathtaking he looks crouched down towards you, watching, observing.

Your hand smoothes over his muscles, dipping into the ridges, feeling how firm and strong he really is. Wonwoo shivers under your touch, revelling in how soft your fingers feel tracing over his skin.

"keep touching me and this is gonna go a lot different than how I planned,"

"oh yeah? what did you have planned?"

"you see that mirror there?" he tips his head to the side, angling it toward the mirror standing opposite your bed,

"I'm gonna make you watch."

Wonwoo crawls his way up the mattress, shifting himself to sit up against the head board. His legs are folded at the knees, spread just enough to fit you in between, and he smirks.

An arm moves to rest on his knee, and he crooks two fingers at you, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips.

"c'mere"

Wordlessly, you obey, moving shyly into his embrace, facing him so innocently, Wonwoo can barely bring himself to tell you that you need to turn around.

You shuffle onto your shins, awaiting his next command, and he sighs.

"so fuckin' eager- god I bet you're soaking"

Bashfully, you nod your head, eyes lowered.

"turn around for me, hm?" he ushers, his voice gentle yet firm, and you comply once again, turning in between his knees.

The sight before you has your face flaming. Right there on the wall sits a painting of you and Wonwoo, exposing your most intimate moments, bringing them to view. Your eyes meet in the mirror, and his own shine knowingly at the blush searing across your cheeks.

"keep your eyes on us, sweetheart" he mumbles into your ear, breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps spreading over your neck and shoulder. "don't you dare look away"

A soft whimper escapes you as Wonwoo's lips attach themselves to the skin just below your ear, kissing so gently it raises the tiny hairs on your neck. Your eyes narrow in on the spot connecting your bodies- his lips, your neck- and you feel yourself grow hotter, needier, just from the sight alone.

Leaving wet, dull red marks as he moves to the side, Wonwoo reaches a sensitive spot just above your collar bone, grinning against your skin when you gasp.

"see how pretty you look right now? all marked up for me- all mine,"

"a-all yours," you breathe, head lopping to the side, giving him better access to your neck.

His hands grasp your shoulders, smoothing down your arms slowly before settling at your stomach, essentially caging you into himself.

The sharp sting of his teeth nipping at your skin, the way he holds you so secure, how his voice- sensual and deep like the ocean- resonates deep inside you; it's simultaneously soothing and exciting.

While one part of you wants to melt into him, let yourself drown in the ebb and flow of his voice, the other part is on fire, raging within you, begging to be quenched.

"can I take this off?" he murmurs into your skin, hands grazing over the hem of your bra.

"please,"

Tantalisingly slow, Wonwoo rakes his nails lightly along the width of your bra, until they find your clasp.

Deftly, he clicks you free, ridding your body of the fitted fabric.

"oh would you just- just look at yourself, christ-"

Feverish hands slide under your arms, cupping your breasts, toying with your nipples, as your eyes remain trained on yourself and on the way he handles you.

Wonwoo kneads the flesh of your breasts, squeezing the supple flesh in his grasp, feeling how you fill up his palm so perfectly.

"Wonnie-" you whimper, watching how he manhandles your body, doing as he pleases with you.

"that's right, baby, Wonnie's right here"

His lips resume their work on your neck, pressing sloppy, heated kisses along your skin, occassionally nibbling at a particularly sensitive spot.

The hardened peaks of your breasts poke out enticingly, and Wonwoo knows it'll be criminal to leave them untouched. He pinches each one between his forefinger and thumb, rolling, tugging, squeezing the dark nubs, giving you a different kind of pleasure.

"oh my god-" you gasp, back arching when he tweaks one of your nipples with more pressure than before.

The motion sends a jolt of light all over your body, and you feel yourself yearning for more.

"didn't know you were such a dirty girl," he mumbles into your skin, "letting me touch you like this- must've needed a cock inside you really fucking bad, yeah?"

"uh uh- wanted you for so long Wonnie, just you"

Your voice is embarrassingly whiny and breathy, but Wonwoo hears you loud and clear. He looks at your reflection, meeting your eyes.

"just me, huh?"

You nod, biting your lip, suddenly embarrassed of your sudden confession-

"I- I like you,"

Wonwoo let's out a quivering breath, hands leaving your chest to pull you into a hug. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as he leaves you with a muffled- "I like you too, god I really like you"

He sighs into your skin, relaxing as he doesn't have to hold his cards so close to his chest anymore. His feelings, your feelings, were out in the open. You feel for him the way he feels for you and that's enough.

The moment you share is almost sweet enough to let you forget the ache deep in your cunt.

Almost.

You need him.

"Wonnie,"

"yeah baby?"

"need you to touch me" Your voice is a mere whimper, you sound pathetic, but you can't bring yourself to care.

The corners of his lips turn up into a sly smirk, and you feel it against your skin. Wonwoo lifts his head, eyes finding yours, and you note a dangerous fire dancing behind his gaze.

His ankles hook over your own, trapping your legs under his as he spreads you open, completely at his mercy. You gasp, feeling your limbs move without your command, and Wonwoo mimics you, mocking your naive surprise.

"oh look at how pretty-" he mirrors your gasp, your wide-eyed expression, "all spread out for me, hm?"

For some reason, you can't bring yourself to bite back. Insults and snarky remarks flood your mind, and you chastise him internally, calling him an asshole, a cocky, arrogant idiot; but the sight in front of you brings you back to reality.

You like this- you like being mocked and ridiculed. You like being at his mercy, unable to control your body. The flush on your cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, tells you all you need to know.

Curse him in your head all you want, your body likes this.

Wonwoo let's his hand trail down, snaking past your collarbones, your tummy, just above the hem of your panties. You watch, transfixed, as his touch raises the tiny hairs on your body, creating a path of goosebumps.

A thick lump forms in your throat when he reaches where you need him most, and Wonwoo notices how your eyes are narrowed in on his hand.

"good girl, keep looking at yourself baby-" he breathes into your hair, sending a shudder down your spine.

Your heart swells at his praise, and you look at him, wide-eyed.

"hey," he warns, sliding a finger along your clothed slit before pressing down on your clit, "here. keep your eyes right here- you're gonna watch me fuck you,"

Your hips jerk up, jolting at the sudden stimulation, but his legs force you back down, pushing your body further against him.

Words escape you, your mouth feels dry, and your eyes snap back to the image of your clothed sex. The way his finger toys with your clit, teasing just enough, has you growing so desperate, you're willing to do just about anything to get him to touch you.

"Wonnie p-please," you shudder as his finger presses into you again, "please just- oh," Your voice breaks off into a broken moan when Wonwoo begins to rub firm circles into your clit.

The textured fabric of your lingerie adds an additional layer of stimulation to your nerves, sending sparks flying all over your skin like scattered fireworks.

"please?" he echoes, his tone mocking your own.

His fingers move faster, pushing down on your most sensitive spot, and you can't help but stare shamelessly at how effortlessly he plays with you.

Wonwoo reads the silent language of your body like no other, watching each crease in your forehead, each stutter of your hips to see what you need. Those long, slender fingers flick at you so easily, so deftly, it's as though he knows you better than you know yourself.

Soon enough, your clit throbs under his touch, and he knows you're close.

"oh sweetheart-" he coos, "I haven't even touched you yet-"

Your cunt clenches down at his condescending tone, anticipation building to a shocking crescendo. Just how far is he going to push you?

"m'gonna- fuck m'gonna cum-" you moan, head tipping back. Your legs twitch under his, and your thighs work tirelessly to press together, but in vain.

You're trapped.

"aw baby look," Wonwoo brings his free hand up to clasp your neck, forcibly turning your head straight. "so pretty like this- fuck you're shaking,"

Your eyes flick over your reflection, hazy as ever, and you feel your orgasm coming on. There's something so sexy about watching yourself come undone, watching Wonwoo spread you apart and use you like a little toy.

A wave of pleasure, approaching fast, washes over you as he works you up to your orgasm. The rough texture of your panties has you drooling, and soon enough, you're nerves ache from overstimulation.

"that's it, princess- so good for me,"

Wonwoo pushes the crotch of your panties aside, without warning, and dips two fingers into your cunt, pushing deep inside to collect your essence. Your body jolts in his embrace, thighs tensing with effort to squirm away from him, but again, there's no escaping.

"oh you taste like heaven," he groans, slipping his fingers into his mouth, licking up every drop he collected.

You find yourself entranced by the sight, watching him clean off his fingers, slipping his tongue so deftly between each digit, you can't help but wonder what it would feel like inside you.

Noticing the fascination with which you observe him, Wonwoo shoots you a sly smirk, letting your legs slip free.

'I know what you're thinking,'

"turn around,"

Your body moves on its own, following his voice, and you shift in his arms with your back to the mirror.

"now c'mere," he licks his lips, moving his hands to your waist, pulling you onto his thigh.

Within seconds, his lips are on yours, pressing needy, hungry kisses to your mouth. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you dizzy, in dire need of more.

Air escapes you quicker than water in a broken dam, and you find yourself growing light-headed, pulling away for breath despite Wonwoo's grumbling.

When you draw back for the third time, he's beyond frustrated, groaning as his lips chase yours.

"get back here." he seethes, hands gripping the flesh of your waist, "right. fucking. now"

Your body, unfortunately, is slow to respond.

Wonwoo curses under his breath before flipping you over, arms straining as he lays you down as gently as he can.

You yelp, clutching onto his biceps like your very own safety belt, and your eyes widen at how easily he moves you.

"what are y-"

"can't have you running away," he smirks, tongue running along his lower lip.

Balancing his weight on one arm while bringing your hand to touch the other, Wonwoo repeats himself-

"if you want to stop, tell me. if that isn't possible-"

"tap twice, got it" you interrupt hastily, impatient as ever. He smiles fondly at you, a soft huff of laughter spilling past his lips.

"that's my girl,"

Your nails run over a thick vein jutting out from under his skin, and he swallows thickly, Adam's apple dipping low into his throat.

"you're really fucking distracting, y'know that?" he tuts, grabbing your hand and pinning it up above your head.

Before you can respond, Wonwoo captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue past your lips, and exploring the expanse of your mouth fervently as if he's trying to memorize the way you feel, the way you taste.

The hand on your wrist loosens its grip and Wonwoo runs his fingers down the inside of your arm- ghosting a feathery touch over the sensitive skin.

"Won-" you whimper into his mouth, desperate for air, but he doubles down, pushing his lips closer to yours. Your helpless, muffled whines fill his ears and he can't help but grin against your lips.

'you make the prettiest sounds,'

Finally showing mercy, Wonwoo lets you breathe, moving from your lips to your chest, kissing his way down to your soaked panties.

"made a mess of these-" You can practically hear the smirk in his voice and you want nothing more than to smack it off, but you know he's right.

"you'll clean me up though, won't you?"

Silence.

Wonwoo sucks in a deep, composing inhale. His eyes meet yours, and your breath hitches. There's a deep, dark desire, an untameable lust behind the browns of his eyes, one that sends a shiver down your spine.

His fingers hook into your panties, tugging them off firmly, and his jaw clenches at the sight of your bare cunt.

"fuck-"

As if under a spell, Wonwoo finds himself drawn to you, placing his lips to your sex. He sticks a kiss to your slit before running his tongue along your folds and you know you're done for when your legs begin to twitch.

"oh please-" you whimper, hips bucking up into his tongue, and his lips twitch up. He brings his tongue to your hole, prodding it inside you, flicking in and out as his hand splays over your lower belly, thumbing your puffy clit.

Your jaw falls slack, hanging open, and your head lolls over to the side in pure ecstasy.

Wonwoo moves inside you with ease, pressing into every spot you need, rubbing lazy circles into your sensitive nerves. A choked moan claws its way up your throat, flooding the room, and Wonwoo knows he's doing something right.

All those nights studying you, the way you touched yourself, the things you seemed to like- they paid off in the end.

Your breathing grows unsteady and rapid, and he moves faster, pushes deeper into you, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

"f-fu- Wonnie m'gon-" you stutter, breathlessly, and he hums an affirmation, his voice sending waves reverberating through your nerves. The added stimulation of his voice, buzzing through you, is just enough to send you over the edge, and you cum on his tongue, back arching off the bed.

Unable to control the sounds escaping you, you're a whimpering, moaning jumble of nerves.

"that's it, baby-" he soothes, easing his tongue over your cunt, lapping up the remnants of arousal as you shudder uncontrollably. "taste so fuckin' good,"

Wonwoo kisses up your torso, settling on his knees to take his clothes off.

The white tank goes first, revealing his chiseled upper body, and your jaw drops. He looks unreal. The sweatpants are next, leaving him in a pair of fitted black boxers that cling to the width of his thighs and do little to hide his size.

"you're still okay with this?" he asks one last time, fingers halting at his boxers.

Stunned by the view, you nod dumbly, lips still parted in surprise.

"baby- I need wor-"

"yes! yes- yes I'm o-okay with this" you blurt out, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"do you hav-"

"I'm on the pill" The boxers are shucked off.

Oh my God.

The mattress dips under his weight, dimples forming under his knees and elbows as he hovers over you. Wonwoo places a chaste kiss to your forehead, aligning himself with your entrance before easing into you.

"you-you're so big-" you breathe, feeling the wind knocked out of your lungs. "Wonnie- oh my god"

Your eyes widen, brows knitting together as he pushes further and further, until he bottoms out inside you.

"shi-shit that's it- takin' me so good-" he hisses, clenching his teeth.

The girth of his cock has your walls stretching wide, trying desperately to accommodate him, and your eyes roll back. Wonwoo finds himself in a bit of a dilemma, unable to figure out whether to keep his eyes on your face, contorting in undeniable pleasure, or on your cunt being stuffed full by his cock.

With each thrust of his hips, you feel him move further, reaching deeper inside you until his tip nudges your cervix, coaxing out strangled moans on your part. The thick, pulsating vein running along the underside of his cock drags against your walls, and you feel him grow inside you- getting even bigger than before.

"W-onnie-" you mewl, words cut off by sharp gasps every time he slams back into you. "too big oh my g-"

"shh, you're takin' me so good doll, doin' so fucking good for me-" His voice is tainted with effort, each consonant ringing sharp and breathy as his lips ghost over yours.

Every fiber in your body buzzes with electricity, sweat glistens off of you like gold- you're on top of the world right now. The pleasure you feel in this moment is simply unparalleled. Nobody has, or ever will, come close.

Wonwoo's motions pick up speed, as he hooks his arm under your thigh, pulling it over his back- angling himself deeper into you, reaching spots you don't even know exist.

The first thrust with this newfound angle has both of your lips parting, breathing out shaky "oh"s against each other. Tears well in your eyes and you shake your head, breathing ragged and fast.

Wonwoo lets out a huff, smirking like he isn't gasping for breath the same way your are-

"that's it- I know you're close baby"

His hand leaves your thigh, rubbing zig-zag patterns into your clit, just enough to steal that orgasm out of you. The calloused pads of his fingers show no mercy, pressing directly on your nerves, and your hole spasms around him. You're certain you can feel your heartbeat where his finger presses, you can feel his too with the way his cock throbs inside you.

"so goddamn tight-" Wonwoo seethes, now feeling his own high approaching. He continues his motions on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves from left to right, until you finally give in with a sob.

"m'cumming oh fuc- oh fuck"

The muscles of your thighs tense momentarily, cunt clenching down hard around his cock, before you let go completely. A warm, prickly relaxation washes over you, and Wonwoo grunts, releasing himself inside you.

His thrusts slow to a halt, and he lets out an airy laugh, in disbelief. He stares down at your disheveled frame- flushed, sweaty skin, blown pupils, hair tangled up around your head.

"you're beautiful," he breathes, unable to hold his tongue, and you giggle, turning away bashfully.

Wonwoo tilts your chin back, pulling you to face him-

"I really like you, y/n,"

You smile, eyes shimmering up at him. "I like you more"

There's a brief pause as you gaze into each other's eyes, before you realise something.

"wait- how'd you know wh-"

"sixth sense" he grins, eyes carrying just a touch of madness. "I know everything."

#seventeen #seventeen smut #svt smut #smut #anon ask #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #wonwoo smut #jeon wonwoo smut #yandere wonwoo #stalker wonwoo #send help #seventeen wonu

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iconicjk · 2 months ago

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y’all i’m sooo tired of looking through an x reader tag and finding multiple x OC stories!! what is so wrong with the x OC tag that you HAVE to put your story in the x reader tag as well?! i’m talking multiple different fandoms, different characters, different platforms (AO3, Wattpad, Tumblr etc) all having their x reader tag clogged with x OC stories. if you’re main character has a name and/or a description of what they they look like, ITS NOT AN X READER STORY!!! STOP PUTTING YOUR X OC STORIES IN THE X READER TAG😤😤😤

#bts x reader #cillian murphy x reader #thomas shelby x reader #harry potter x reader #spencer reid x reader #coriolanus snow x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve rogers x reader #jonathan crane x reader #clark kent x reader #yandere x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #peter parker x reader #x reader #seventeen x reader

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mint-yooxgi · 3 months ago

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Kinktober Day 25 - Yandere!Dragon!Mingyu + Size & Overstimulation

Anonymous Said: Okay, so!. For kinktober... hear me out... a yandere dragon mingyu with maybe... size and overstimulation? 👀 A/n: Love that guy... *looks at smudged writing on hand* Kim Mango! But omg, I completely agree, he just fits this so well. Anon, you are SO right! I hope you enjoy! Warnings/Genre/Rating: 18+ MDNI - Smut, Mature, Established Relationship, Yandere, Possession, Monster Features, Daddy Kink :) Word Count: 746 Kinktober 2024 Mini Masterlist

Smoke escapes his nostrils in a light puff, his chest rumbling in contentment as his hands settle on your waist. Clawed fingers dig harshly into your skin, keeping you pressed firmly against his thighs as you squirm above him. A soft whimper escapes you, clenching hard around his cock buried deep within your tight little cunt.

“Too much.” You whine, thighs shaking as you straddle his waist.

“You can handle it, Gemstone.” He purrs, his pupils narrowing into slits as he watches your whole body shake in his lap. “Come on. One more. Just one more for me.”

Another whimper escapes your lips, the tip of his cock brushing up against such a sensitive spot inside of you. Involuntarily, you clench around him again, eliciting a pleased growl from the dragon beneath you.

“Daddy-“ Shifting slightly only causes your breath to hitch, eyes squeezing shut. “Too big-“

A gasp escapes you as he helps you roll your hips over him. His grip is tight and unrelenting as he makes you start a steady pace over his cock.

“That’s it, Pretty Girl,” He coos. “Taking me so well… Like I was made for this tight little pussy of yours.”

Slowly, his traces his hands over your sides, loving the way he can feel your previous combined releases dripping over his balls and onto his thighs. His knot is buried deep within you, too, stretching you out so delicately. Every pulse of your warmth over him makes his head spin, more smoke rising from his nostrils as his golden eyes absorb your every movement.

Each and every sound you give him is music to his ears.

He clicks his tongue as your hips begin to stutter over him, more desperate whimpers and whines falling from your lips.

“Come on, Gemstone,” Reaching a hand up, he caresses the side of your face gently. “I know you can do better than that.”

Your hands tighten over his shoulders, thighs burning as you lift yourself over him. Slowly, you sink back down, whole body shaking as you feel his thick cock fill you right to the brim. You nearly go tumbling forward as his knot pushes passed your entrance, stretching you open once more.

A low, pleased growl escapes him, lips curling upwards over his fangs.

“There you go, Pretty Girl,” His hands are back on your waist, helping you to begin bouncing on his cock. “Taking me so fucking well. Gonna ruin this pussy so that nobody else can ever claim what’s always been mine.”

The snarl he lets out goes straight to your core, clenching hard around him as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Every bump and ridge of his cock presses against your sensitive walls so perfectly, the tip hitting that special spot deep inside of you. The glorious stretch of his knot filling you over and over again only serves to make your head spin, stomach tightening in pleasure.

“Daddy!” A sharp cry escapes you, nails sinking into the skin of his shoulders. Your whole body shakes as you gush around his cock, eyes rolling as you arch into him.

Your orgasm is so sudden, and so intense, that your vision briefly goes white.

A deep chuckle reverberates around you, his cock throbbing deep within your pussy. His claws prick at your skin, hands holding you steady as you catch your breath.

Nothing but high pitched whimpers and whines escape you, practically collapsing into his chest as you come down from your high. Every twitch of his thick cock inside of you has you shaking, clinging to him for stability as he begins to trace a hand tenderly down your spine.

In the blink of an eye, he has you pinned beneath him. His golden gaze is intense as that all too familiar smirk pulls at his lips.

He pulls almost all of the way out, only to thrust back into you. Slowly.

“Daddy-“ You choke on a moan, head tossed back onto the pillows.

Tears dot the corners of your eyes, one tracing a path down your cheek. A small hiccup escapes you, and you find yourself leaning into his touch as he brings a hand up to cup your face so tenderly.

Gently, he brushes your tear away with his thumb.

“Just one more. Come on, Gemstone,” He coos, snapping his hips suddenly into your own and making your whole body jerk. “I still have to make you scream my name.”

#mfu-net #yandere mingyu #yandere seventeen #yandere svt #yandere kpop #mingyu smut #mingyu scenarios #mingyu x reader #svt smut #svt scenarios #svt x reader #seventeen smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop au #dragon au

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00angelyoon · 8 months ago

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mdni!!!

wonwoo hard thots ୨୧

all im thinking about rn is abriding with wonwoo just like imagine him holding onto your hips while he pushes you up and down his defined abs like dear fucking god and your just a babbling mess head thrown back in pleasure fondling with your breasts and hes there just gawking at you praising you like “good girl use me however you see fit”

“make a mess on my abs pretty” “hottest thing ever my sweet” “most prettiest girl ever” and your letting out some guttural fucking moans and hes just edging you on then you lie back a little still riding up and down his abs and you stroke his cock from behind and he lets out the prettiest fucking whimpers and your about to cum and that just does it for you and you make a complete mess on his abs and your just riding out your high on his abs while pathetically whimpering.

and after all is said and done you take some pictures of his abs messy with your cum.

(im such a fucking slut for this man like he could do anything to me)

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yiichan · 1 month ago

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I'd love to see an almost inverse version of effortlessly- where chan (feels odd to say his name in this context lol) is a submissive stalker- almost pathetic and desperate for the reader to pay attention to him, and by extension, be claimed/posessed by the reader. Think limerence. I'm excited to see what you write next!

😶‍🌫️

pairings. yandere!sub!chan x top!m!reader (ft. jeonghan & vernon). word count. 2.7k genre. yandere, request, smut.

warnings. obsessive behaviour, manipulation, the (in)famous drunk dino and kneeling jeonghan story, stalking, drunk sex, no protection (pull out game, sorry. please use a condom, people, ik mpreg doesn't happen in reality but you might never know), anal fingering, biting, chan is feral, reader is younger (idk but i feel like lee chan should be a hyung here), oral sex (chan receiving), use of drugs.

writer's notes. it took me a long time to figure out how i should write this. i might have went out of the theme im sorry hehe. normally im all down for bottom chan (esp wonchan or allchan) but i prefer uke male readers (rip my current and future ocs' and readers' asses). i hope that you are satisfied with this, though. let me know about your thoughts through my inbox, the anon who sent this in!

mentioning my imperial beta reader, @sousydive

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Chan needs you like a fish needs water.

You are his air, his world, his everything. His heart races wildly every time he catches a glimpse of you walking down the lecture hall.

But his love—no, his obsession—runs far deeper than simple admiration. He knows everything about you: your schedule, your favorite seat in the lecture hall, the snacks you nibble on between classes. He’s memorized the little quirks that make you you—the way you twist your pen between your fingers when lost in thought, the slight tilt of your head as you read, the soft furrow of your brows when something puzzles you.

Before he even realizes it, his phone is in his hand, snapping another photo of you. A snapshot of you deep in thought. Another of you sitting alone at the cafeteria. One of you walking home.

And then, there’s the one that sends his pulse racing the most—a picture of you standing by your window, reaching out to close it.

The pictures are printed and carefully pinned across the walls of his room, a shrine dedicated to you. Chan has convinced himself it isn’t wrong. He’s not hurting anyone, after all. He just wants to keep a part of you close, something to hold onto during the hours you’re out of reach.

But it isn’t enough.

The pictures, the fleeting glimpses of you, the stolen moments he captures through his camera lens—they only feed the growing void inside him. He needs more. He craves more.

He doesn’t just want to watch from the shadows anymore. He wants you to see him. To look at him the way he looks at you. To need him the way he needs you.

You were looking at your phone when you bumped into someone.

“I’m so sorry!” you quickly apologized, boxes tumbling to the ground as papers scattered everywhere. The man you knocked onto the floor coughed, peering up at you with narrowed eyes.

“It’s okay. Could you help me find my glasses, please?” His voice was soft and warm—and your heart skipped a beat. You bent down, quickly retrieving a pair of golden-rimmed glasses from the floor, gathering his scattered papers in the process.

You recognized him.

Lee Chan, from the finance department. He was a popular student—quiet, yet effortlessly attractive.

You held out your hand, and Lee Chan grabbed it, using you to pull himself up from the floor. “Thanks.”

“No worries, I wasn’t looking my way…” You passed the papers back to him, scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment. You were slightly taller than him, and as he stood close, you couldn’t help but notice a faint, sweet strawberry-like scent coming from him.

Your ears burned. What were you thinking?

“It’s fine. I wasn’t paying attention either.” Lee Chan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Oh, I know you. You’re from the sports department, right?”

“Yeah. You’re Lee Chan, right?” You made a quick bow, which he returned. “I didn’t know someone famous in this college would know someone like me, haha.” You tilted your head, scratching at the back of your neck again.

Lee Chan raised a brow, his tone surprised. “Are you trying to brag or something? You’re famous for that baseball match, you know?”

“Am I?” You laughed. Lee Chan nodded.

“Anyway, I should be on my way.” He glanced at his watch, ready to leave. You eyed the boxes and papers still scattered around, feeling guilty about knocking into him.

“Actually, I can help you, you know?” you said, flexing your toned arms with a grin. Before Lee Chan could protest, you quickly grabbed the heavy boxes from his hands. Seeing that you’d left no room for argument, Lee Chan reluctantly allowed you to carry the boxes for him.

By the time you reached the finance department, you had already started calling him "Chan hyung"—a natural transition since you two were now exchanging phone numbers. The walk had been brief, but there was something about the way Chan kept glancing at you, his lips curling into a small smile every time you caught his gaze, that made the air feel charged, even in the mundanity of it all.

"Thanks for helping me out," Chan said once you reached the door. He paused, the corners of his mouth still lifted in that soft, almost shy smile.

You grinned. "No problem, hyung. I’ll see you around, then?"

He nodded, and you gave him a quick wave before heading back towards the sports department.

From that day onward, Chan was always on your mind. You could almost always smell that intoxicating scent of sweet strawberries whenever you walked down the corridors. You found yourself checking Chan’s social media, or searching for his figure when you passed the finance department.

Chan texted you from time to time—sometimes to congratulate you on a game, other times to ask if you'd be up for a casual coffee. You would invite him to watch your games, eagerly looking for his familiar figure among the crowds.

Until one day, when you got a phone call from him.

You had just finished practice and were washing up at the dorm when your phone rang. Stepping out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around your waist, you quickly checked the caller ID. Your eyes widened when you saw who was calling.

Without hesitation, you answered, putting the phone on loudspeaker as you grabbed another towel to dry your hair. "Chan hyung?" you asked, your voice slightly breathless.

“Hello?” The voice on the other end of the phone was unfamiliar. You frowned, pausing in your actions as you glanced at the screen. The background noise was chaotic—loud music and indistinct chatter. “Sorry, are you Chan’s friend? Could you come pick him up? He’s, uh, really drunk—VERNON! HOLD HIM!—sorry, he’s very, very drunk right now.”

You blinked, your pulse quickening. “Oh.” The unexpected turn of events threw you off balance.

There was a brief pause, and you could hear muffled voices in the background. Whoever was on the phone sounded frazzled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out... but he’s not really making any sense right now. He keeps asking for you. Can you come?”

Your hand tightened around the towel at your waist. Chan, drunk? And asking for you? It was a lot to process in a moment. “Uh, yeah, I’ll be there. Just... send me the address.”

The call ended abruptly, and the address was quickly sent to you. You threw on a casual shirt and black pants, grabbed your jacket and wallet, and headed out of the dorm. You hailed a cab and gave the driver the address.

As you neared your destination, you saw three figures standing at the roadside outside a nightclub. You instructed the cab driver to stop and wait for you, then quickly opened the door and rushed over.

Chan was holding onto a lamppost while one man supported him. The other man was kneeling before him, almost as if begging him to let go of the poor pole. You rushed forward, calling out, “Chan hyung!”

Your heart pounded as you neared the scene. The man who had been kneeling quickly stood up, pointing toward you. “He’s here! Chan-ah, please, let go of the lamppost—”

Chan’s head snapped up, his glassy eyes locking onto yours. A small, drunken smile tugged at the corners of his lips, but it seemed distant and unfocused. His grip on the lamppost tightened for a moment before he slowly, shakily let go and staggered toward you. “You... You came,” he slurred, his voice slow and heavy with alcohol.

You instinctively reached out to support him as he wobbled toward you. His breath smelled faintly of alcohol and something else—something sweet, like strawberries. He tried to stand on his own but swayed dangerously, his body pressing too heavily against yours.

The man who had been kneeling sighed in relief, a slight smile on his face. “Thanks for coming. He’s been asking for you for the past half hour. We thought he might knock himself out with the pole at some point.” He sighed, while the other man nodded coolly. You recognized them as Yoon Jeonghan and Vernon Chwe from the marketing department. As Chan leaned heavily on your shoulder, you gave a quick bow to them. “Nice to meet you, sunbaes. I’m—”

“We know you.” Jeonghan gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “You’re the rising star of the baseball team, Cheolie’s most reliable striker. Besides, Channie told us a lot about you.” He sighed at the man currently trying to hide his face in your neck. You quickly wrapped your jacket around him as he tightened his arms around your waist. “I see. Do you have the address to his dorm?”

“About that,” Vernon spoke up. “Chan’s dorm room is undergoing renovations. He’s been crashing at Jeonghan hyung’s place, but since he got drunk, he refused to leave with him. If you don’t mind, could you bring him back to your dorm instead?”

“Sure.” You nodded. Jeonghan looked relieved. “Great, I’ll leave Channie in your hands.” He said, before dragging Vernon off in the opposite direction. You gently guided Chan’s hands off you and led him back to the cab.

By the time the cab reached your dorm, Chan had already fallen asleep. The driver, kind enough to assist, helped you carry Chan onto your back, and you left him a generous tip. Once inside, you laid Chan gently on your bed.

As you straightened up to grab a warm towel, a hand gripped your shirt tightly. You looked down to see Chan staring up at you, a faint blush across his face. “Where are you going?”

“I’m just getting a towel for you, hyung,” you replied, taking in his appearance. Chan wasn’t wearing his usual glasses—his eyes were wide, pupils dark, pulling you in like a siren. You swallowed, suddenly aware of the sweet scent of strawberries filling the room.

“Stay,” Chan insisted, his head tilting slightly to the side. You nodded, a bit dazed, and before you could fully process what was happening, he pulled you onto the bed, positioning himself to straddle you.

When your lips crashed, you froze, your hands laying helplessly at either side of your hips. You could feel Chan grinding on you, his hands gripping your shirt as his lips moulded with yours. When Chan finally pulled away from you to gasp for air, you quickly held him by the waist, stopping his movements. “Hyung… You’re drunk-”

“‘M not drunk,” Chan replied, his hands snaking down your chest. Your face burnt as he reached the hem of your pants, teasingly pulling at the band. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Hyung…” You swallowed. The air thickens as Chan frowned, leaning so close that your noses touched. “You want me to beg you? Please, fuck me?” He growled, grinding harshly at the tent in your pants. You let out a groan, your grip around his waist tightening. “I-”

“I’m giving you permission to put your cock in my ass right now. I like you.” Your eardrums ringed as Chan confesses, one hand pulling up his shirt while the other working on your pants. You choked on your own saliva at the sight of his body, quickly turning your head to the side. “Hyung, sl-slow down.”

Articles of clothing were soon removed, pooling at the ground of your bed. Chan is now lying beneath you, one hand grabbing the sheets as he moaned loudly, his other hand now tightening around your hair. You hollowed your mouth, your tongue flicking against his tip as you gave a harsh suck.

Chan whimpered, arching his back off your sheets as his thighs clamped around your head. You ignored the tightness around your head, your finger working relentlessly on his hole as he thrashed around the sheets, wailing loudly before spilling into your mouth. “Ah…ha…”

The taste of salty musk and sweet strawberries filled your tongue as you lolled them out, letting them spill onto your fingers. Using Chan’s cum and your saliva as lube, you continued to venture in him, earning a loud cry from the older man. “Wait- T-too mu-”

“You were impatient just now, hyung.” You replied, forcing his knees to open for you again. Chan panted, looking at you through his hooded lids and wet hair. His upper body was littered with hickeys and bite marks, his nipples red and swollen. “I’m just giving you what you want.”

You added another finger into him, stretching him out as he moaned your name in earnest. A particular sharp jab of your fingers caused him to arch his back yet again, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. You poked around that soft muscle for a few more times, before pulling your fingers out.

“You…” Chan looked down at you, a confused yet fucked out expression on his face. You stood between his legs, your expression suddenly mortified. “Um, hyung, I don’t have condoms…”

“Just do it raw.” Chan deadpanned, rolling his eyes. He raised his knees up, hanging them over your shoulder and hooking you closer to him. “It’s not like I would get pregnant.”

Your cock twitches at his words and you hummed in reply. “You do know the colour system-”

“Green, now hurry up and fuck m- ah, shit,” You guided your hardness towards his hole, burying in Chan’s warmth with one slow thrust. You could feel him sucking you in as you groaned, pushing gently so as to not hurt him.

Once you bottomed out, Chan’s eyes were unfocused. You leaned downwards to nibble at his swollen lips, and his hand quickly wrapped around your neck, supporting himself. You took this as a sign to continue, and your hips started to move.

Moans and groans bounced off the walls as you rammed Chan into the sheets. Chan felt like a drug, his addictive scent filling your nose and brain as you continued to plant hickeys along the sides of his neck. It didn’t take long for Chan to arch his back again, and so you stopped.

“Wha- Y-” Before Chan could say anything, you flipped him around, still impaled in him. Your hips moved at an unforgiving speed, as Chan could only cry your name out in both pleasure and mercy. “Can’t… Please- close…”

“I’m close too, hyung.” You pressed a gentle kiss on his shoulder, your hand reaching down to grab at his cock. A few lazy tugs and Chan was cumming, his head on your shoulder as he sobbed, falling to the bed. You groaned at the sudden tightness, pulling out before tight ropes of your cum spurt over Chan’s back and ass.

“I’ll clean you up, hyung,” you whispered softly as Chan’s heavy eyelids fluttered with exhaustion. Carefully, you lifted him off the bed, guiding him toward the bathroom.

With patience and gentle coaxing, you managed to shower him with warm water, wash away the remnants of the night, and dry him off. By the time you were done, Chan looked peaceful, dressed in clean clothes, and already half-asleep. You laid him gently on your bed, now fresh with newly changed sheets.

Sliding in beside him, you couldn’t resist wrapping your arms around his resting form. His familiar strawberry-like scent lingered, soothing you as you nuzzled your nose into the crook of his neck.

Contentment swelled in your chest. Tomorrow, you would ask him out on an official date. For now, though, holding him close was more than enough.

bonus:

02:23 a.m.

hannie hyung🐰: so... how did it go? did you get cheol’s favourite junior?

hannie hyung🐰: judging from your lack of response, i guess you got what you want. i really need that strawberry perfume back, you know. besides, if he smells it too often he might get really, like really addicted to it.

hannie hyung🐰: and bononie just cleared out the stash of photos in your dorm, you can bring him back any time.

hannie hyung🐰: we didn't throw it away though, it's at shua's.

hannie hyung🐰: and text me back when you're awake. i can't believe i had to kneel down to you in public, you little freak. do we really have to go all out to that extend?

hannie hyung🐰: hyung loves you, anyway.

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cheegu3 · 3 months ago

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Heyyy! Can you do a seventeen yandere reaction where they broke up with you but when you move on with a new guy, they kidnap you?

There's very limited yandere svt content 😭

ofc, here for my carats 🫡

some of them aren't actually kidnappings but more their actions leading up to it, I forgot the prompt halfway through writing and then didn't change it bc they might've been too similar otherwise, hope u don't mind <3

warnings; yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, jealousy, toxicity, kidnapping, blood, murder, graphic scenes, man-handling, drugging, violence, nudes, alcohol, forced kissing, objectification

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Seventeen - kidnapping you when you move on with a new guy

S.coups

He took it cooly when you wanted to break up, or at least on the outside. With a scoff and roll of his eyes, he turned his back on you as you packed your things and left.

But in his chest, he felt a bitterness that made his jaw clench. A week passed during which he did everything to distract himself from thinking about you. Any time he wasn't occupied with something his mind began to obsessively wonder; Where is she? What is she doing? Who is she with?

Almost always these thoughts would disappear, however, as soon as he engaged in something stimulating, and during the second and third week since you broke up, it became a lot easier to deal with.

After a whole month, he comforted himself by rationalizing you'd never date someone that quickly, you weren't into hookups and rebounds and you weren't one for revenge either.

Imagine his surprise then when he walked with his friends during the night on one weekend in the second month as he spotted you far away.

His footsteps came to a halt leading his friends to look back at him in confusion. They followed his eyes, but didn't see what he saw, didn't understand the remnants of a story of heartbreak that formed on his face right in front of them.

'' What are you doing? ''

He blinked and slightly swayed forward awkwardly, brought back to earth as if he snapped out of a trance. For the rest of the day, he was off, he barely said anything and refused to tell his friends what was going on.

When the night came, S.coups followed you closely with his car. His fingers shook with rage, clenching around the steering wheel at the sight of you kissing another man before he drove off. Quickly he memorized his license plate and then drove to the front, a few meters ahead of where your boyfriend had stood.

He saw you eying the car and knew he only had a split second after recognition flashed across your face. He jumped and sprinted out of the car, you let out a yelp as you didn't even have time to turn away and run once you saw whose car it was.

You tried screaming, but it was muffled by something pressed against your mouth. It smelled strange, and the more you inhaled it, the dizzier you felt, until you couldn't control it anymore and fell into the darkness.

You awoke to someone playing with your hair, making you automatically squirm uncomfortably. Opening your eyes, you stared right at the face of your ex-boyfriend.

'' You kidnapped me? '' was the first thing you could think of saying, scoffing and sounding in disbelief.

He smiled flatly '' I had to. You weren't making me very happy.''

His cryptic message hung in the air as you thought over them, then it finally clicked.

'' You saw me? With...him? ''

'' Yes, you'll pay for that. But first I have to deal with him. Will you stay here and be good for me? '' he stood up abruptly and kissed your head, clearly not waiting for an answer.

'' Deal with him? What do you mean? '' your heartbeat picked up, but he only turned in the doorway to give you a smile, this time it was genuine, full of sick, sadistic joy.

'' Kill him, of course. ''

Jeonghan

He got very jealous when he saw you showing off your new partner all over social media. It felt like it was directed at him specifically, mocking him.

You were rubbing it in his face, how could he just sit still and let it happen?

Immediately Jeonghan went swiping on dating apps. It was easy for him to get matches with his good looks, and in an hour he had around a hundred. He texted one girl and asked to meet up.

Then he got her drunk and took some pictures while she was pretty out of it. While leaning on him for balance, he snapped a picture to make it look like they were hugging in the elevator.

In the car, he held her hand and asked her to kiss his cheek so he could have two other photos - one of them holding hands and the other with his cheek, sporting a red lipstick mark.

If that didn't work to catch your attention. He'd woo her into becoming his girlfriend. Everywhere he went, he'd bring her with him, and being hyper-aware of the cameras at all times, he skillfully knew the right moments to be sweet so people would upload it online.

He knew how comments got to you, so he'd make fake accounts writing comments that would compare you to his new girl. Then he waited. Very conveniently you were single about a month later.

The next day, his own breakup would make the headlines and he showed up at your house not long after.

'' Missed me? '' he cockily asked, leaning against the frame when you opened.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, but quietly gave an answer when you stepped out of the way so he could come in.

'' Knew it, '' he murmured victoriously to himself.

Little did you know that after that, there was no way in hell he'd let you leave. You became a prisoner in your own home.

Shouldn't have taken the bait.

Joshua

He heard of the news from one of the people working with him who he had forced to follow you around. Calm and collected, although anger was brewing underneath the surface, he came up with a plan.

His master plan was put into motion about two months after much careful detailing. It was that he'd manipulate you into feeling bad and choosing him over your boyfriend.

He started by blowing up your phone with messages as well as faking his mood in front of his friends. Since your friend group overlapped, he knew that they would likely tell you that he was acting a bit off.

You responded, according to his predictions, after he had met up with his friends.

Meeting in person, he leaned on you and sobbed heartbreakingly, putting his best acting performance on.

'' I can't live without you, y/n, I don't think you understand, '' he sobbed loudly and sniffled.

'' Joshua...I- '' you let out a long sigh, feeling caught in a dilemma with no clue what to do, '' I have a boyfriend now. ''

He had been waiting to hear that so he could make the final push. With blank eyes, he lifted his head to look at you, face showing nothing but pain.

'' Then...can you at least see me sometimes? Here, in this park. I need someone to talk to. ''

You chewed on your lip while considering it. Joshua saw your eyebrows knit and your gaze shift away from him right as your body moved an inch. He knew what he had to do.

'' I feel like I deserve it a little bit. You moved on so fast, it fucked me up, y/n, it feels like I didn't even exist at all, '' he purposefully broke his voice.

It had the effect he wanted it to. With shame painted all over, you agreed and from that day on, you met practically every day near that fountain - the one he had asked you out by.

After a month he asked his team to take a photo for him. Just before leaving he leaned in for a kiss and pressed your face against his so you couldn't escape. When releasing you, he looked very smug.

Your shouts after him went unheard as he felt like he was on top of the world. The photo of you and him kissing was naturally sent to your boyfriend.

Now he just had to wait until the evening when he'd coerce you into having dinner with him, then drug you and take you home.

Jun

Delusional and slightly aggressive as he was, he'd think at first that you would come back, you were simply just taking your time.

Maybe you needed to find the right words to say for when you would apologize, or you went to your friends who said that Jun as always, was the perfect boyfriend and that you were in the wrong for storming out shouting you wanted to break up after a fight.

Almost every night, he took a walk in your neighborhood and ate at the restaurants or shopped at your local corner store, trying to orchestrate a run-in with you. But strangely, he never saw you. You weren't even at the usual places you liked.

Then one rainy evening, he finally saw you and it was like the world stopped. He didn't see the people as he pushed through them to get to you.

With a big, bright smile on his face, he took a moment to return his breathing to normal before catching your attention.

'' y/n! ''

You flinched at the familiar voice that always made your blood freeze. But today of all days, it did so more than usual. Before you said it out loud, Jun seemed to catch on to the reason why. His eyes went to the man next to you, who had his arm interlinked with yours while he was busy looking at the shelves. Slowly, Jun's smile faded, and you feared the worst.

'' Let's go, there's a better shop a few blocks away. ''

it seemed that luck was not on your side. Although your ex stood frozen in shock while he processed what was going on, your new boyfriend looked up just in time to catch his eyes, and he would say just the wrong thing to make him tick and get into motion again.

'' Get your eyes off my girl, creep, '' he spat at him.

As if out of a movie, Jun immediately snapped out of being stun-locked and grabbed your boyfriend by the collar.

'' What the fuck did you just say to me? ''

There was no way he'd let you walk away with that guy. He didn't care if he had to call every person in his firm to help cover up the kidnapping. Without a care in the world, he'd drag you away right in front of everyone in broad daylight.

He didn't appreciate people stealing his things.

Hoshi

You wouldn't even get very far into that relationship until he found out and threatened both of you.

His anger exploded, all he saw was red when he knocked on your boyfriend's door. It doubled when your head popped up behind him, curiously seeing who would be ringing the doorbell so late.

Your eyes met and fear struck through you. With limbs frozen, your lips trembled when your boyfriend leaned back towards you to see if you knew him.

'' It's my ex, '' you whispered, completely mortified.

You could tell that he was fuming, anyone could really, he wasn't even trying to conceal it. His veins popped along his neck and arms, and he was scowling uncomfortably.

Your boyfriend instinctively pulled you behind him, wrong move. It only made Hoshi even angrier; seeing that man treat you like you were his, when you belonged to someone else, and you - you were accepting it.

He bit down on his lips hard until he could taste metal. Did you even like it? '' You bitch, '' he screamed, staring directly at you.

'' Get the fuck out of my house. ''

His eyes slowly moved over to your boyfriend. At this point, you were almost certain that if he charged forward, tried to hurt you, or dragged you away - your body would give in, legs having been turned to jelly.

The look on his face, of disgust and so much contempt for a stranger made you shudder. He looked like he wasn't going down without a fight.

'' Sure, '' he sneered, '' this might be your house, but she's mine, so we're leaving. ''

He attempted to reach his arm forward and grab your wrist but was stopped by your boyfriend grabbing him instead. There was something unsettling that made your hairs stand up when Hoshi gave him one last look and quietly exited, murmuring under his breath,

'' You'll regret this. ''

It frightened you so much more because you'd never seen him like that. You had predicted that he would lose his temper like usual and beat him up.

This was worse, so much worse.

Hoshi went to his car and got his weapons, ready to take you back by force.

Wonwoo

Since he was a bit of a sadistic type of yandere, he'd take great pleasure in carefully planning how to get revenge and also get you back to him.

For months, he watched you while you went on dates, holding himself back from losing control completely. He noted characteristics in your new boyfriend and then slowly started talking to you again, pretending like he had changed.

He lied and said he was going to therapy and that he had to make amends with the people he'd hurt in the past. His cold and cruel personality became hidden behind his soft, nice, and gentle fake one.

And of course, you would fall for it, there was no manipulator nor actor as good as him.

One summer night, approximately six months after you and your boyfriend started dating, Wonwoo invited you to dinner. He insisted you had to come because he was moving away and wouldn't be able to see you anymore.

You were hesitant, but your boyfriend liked him and thought he was genuinely sorry so he told you to go. Slowly, you stalked towards the building.

It was a rooftop restaurant, a very expensive one that he had rented out. There were no people there and you didn't even see any staff around, that made your stomach turn for some reason.

He was sitting on the balcony, back turned and with a glass in his hand, he was smiling, unknown to you the first genuine one he'd had in six months. Today was special - today he was truly happy.

'' Hi. ''

'' Hi, sorry. I've already started without you. ''

'' Am I late? ''

The corners of his lips pulled up and he lowered his eyes, as if he was laughing about something to himself that was a secret.

'' No. I just had some things to do first. ''

It felt a bit awkward when you sat down, like the air was different than when you two usually met up. He was less talkative, with no mention of his latest therapy session or showing any interest in you.

After only half an hour which was filled with mostly silence, he surprised you when he said, '' Do you want me to walk you to your car?''

A laugh in disbelief slipped out.

'' What? Are you serious? I just got here. ''

'' And now I've seen you, so you can go. ''

Your face turned sour. Hearing that familiar tone on him again made you get reminded of the Wonwoo from the past. You wondered at that moment if he had actually changed at all. His face was void of the fake warmth he usually radiated.

However, you still nodded at last, feeling like he was in a bit of a snappy mood so pressing his buttons was not a good idea. He walked a respectful distance behind you, yet hurried in front to open the doors and press the elevator button.

His presence oddly felt like it was becoming darker as you approached your car, closing in on you the closer you were within grasp of safety. It must've been paranoia, but, did his footsteps quicken?

Intentionally, the last few steps you half-ran to your car and then put one hand up on the roof casually to hide the sudden fear that had struck you. You turned towards him and gave him a meek smile.

'' Thank you, for the dinner and walking me back. ''

He didn't smile back so yours faded as that feeling of something being wrong only grew. You turned away from him to get the car keys out and knew immediately that he was standing right behind you.

You tried to turn but were grabbed from behind, one hand over your mouth and the other on the side of your face. That was the last thing you remembered before your head was smashed against the car and you became unconscious, one with the darkness.

Woozi

He's a cold man with rarely any other expressions on his stoic face than anger. He wouldn't give you the satisfaction of even seeing that this time though, knowing you were trying to antagonize him by holding hands with your boyfriend; pointedly walking past his company's building hoping he'd see you.

You looked up and by chance stared right into his eyes while your gaze was wandering from floor to floor, trying to find him.

He was standing with his arms behind his back, looking down on you calmly. You couldn't read his face and were left confused when he raised his eyebrow slightly before turning around and leaving.

Even on the inside, he felt relatively calm. He was ten steps ahead and already had a plan so sure, you could have your little fun - enjoy it while it lasted.

That same evening, you woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. Your hand searched the cold sheets in the dark, only to find that you were alone.

With a frown, you hurried to turn on the light. You almost jumped up in shock, letting out a small gasp and clutching your racing heart.

Were you imagining things or was that the outline of a person in the dark, illuminated by the bedside lamp?

You took a few quick breaths and then tiptoed over to the light switch.

'' one, two...three, '' you flipped it on, and right as you did so, the shadow seemed to move towards you.

The room lit up and you were once again face to face with Woozi. You screamed and tried to turn away, despite having nowhere to run or hide.

He caught you very easily and pushed you by the throat against the wall.

'' Where is he? '' you intuitively knew he had something to do with your boyfriend's disappearance.

His face finally showed emotion. His eyes sparkled with sinister glee while the shadow of a smirk played on his lips.

'' I paid him to leave you. ''

Your heart dropped. '' What? What do you mean? He would never... '' you trailed off, feeling disheartened by his unbreaking gaze.

He wasn't lying to you. Your boyfriend had actually left you for money. Filled with despair, your legs gave in and you sank to the floor where Woozi picked you up, ready to carry you back home.

He would know you liked the guy you were friends with even before you did. Always lurking in the shadows, one step behind you after your breakup. He picked up on the way you changed in front of his eyes, just like you had when you were falling for him.

It broke his heart. Seeing your gaze soften just like how he was used to. Seeing you shyly look away, feeling the blush on your cheeks, and seeing the way you couldn't stop smiling to yourself afterward.

DK didn't hate you for it, he just couldn't. It wasn't your fault that you found the countless pictures he had kept stacked away, ones of you before you'd even started dating.

It wasn't your fault that this seemingly perfect guy swept in at the right time and became a shoulder you could lean on.

It was him he hated and he would do anything to get rid of him.

He didn't care if he succeeded and you still wanted nothing to do with him, it didn't matter. What mattered most was that DK would never have to watch with a face of disgust again when the guy tried flirting with you.

One week he had seen enough and started planning on how to get rid of him. He was careful, not missing a single detail for fear of getting caught.

After your date at the carnival with the guy, he was supposed to drive you home. Everyone had already left since DK had rented the park and told everyone else it closed a lot earlier than it did.

You tried the gate but it wouldn't budge. The guy laughed at you, like he thought you were just pretending to be cute however, when he tried pulling the gate, he had the same result.

'' That's weird. ''

You looked around a saw a man in the carnival workers' clothes and went to tap him on the shoulder for help. He turned around slowly for the dramatic effect and sneered when you screamed loudly and almost fell.

It was your ex, DK. He stalked closer towards you, bent down, and stroked his fingers against your cheek which almost made you feel nauseous. Just when you thought he'd get closer, he got up again and ran for the guy.

He stood frozen in fear and before any of you had time to react, you suddenly just heard a squelching sound as a groan came from him. Then he fell down.

You tried to get up and see what was wrong with him, that was when you spotted the scarlet blood. Another scream of horror ripped from your throat.

Mingyu

Overcome with jealousy, he doxxed you so his sasaengs would go after you; as well as writing hateful, untrue remarks about you cheating on him.

Knowing your house would be swarmed, he started lurking near it to see if anyone would go in. During the first month, it was pretty calm except for some people breaking windows, egging, and writing things on the walls.

But during the second, one person broke in while you weren't home. Mingyu felt very pleased, knowing it was only a matter of time now until he could orchestrate the perfect way to get you back.

That opportunity came a lot sooner than he'd thought. At the end of the second month, the same girl tried breaking in. Curiously he peeked closer like a cat and followed her all the way into the entrance where he saw a van parked.

Moving figures inside made him come to the conclusion that they were either there to hurt you, kill you, or kidnap you.

He smiled to himself, this was perfect.

He crept closer, clutching his concealed weapon inside his jacket. For a moment he hesitated, but then you walked past your bedroom window, and by chance, he saw you, so he bit down the fear and slid the van door open.

The people screamed and jumped back when they saw Mingyu holding a knife. He swung it at the closest person, managing to strike them across the arm. The victim let out a bloodcurling scream which Mingyu hurried to muffle with his hand.

'' Leave, now, '' he said gravely.

They didn't need to be told twice. One of the men stood up and with shaky legs, he hesitantly approached the steering wheel.

'' Hurry up! ''

The man jumped and became much faster at getting the keys in and then turning it, he gave one last glance back and stepped on the gas pedal, speeding off.

Mingyu caught the girl running out with you at that moment, seeing where the noise was coming from. Unfortunately for her, all she'd see was an empty parking lot.

She didn't even get to see her attacker, arriving from behind and slitting her throat in one swift movement. He put on his best act when he took your hand and told you to run.

Shaken up, you did so without looking back and you hadn't even registered it was Mingyu who had saved you until you'd run a safe distance to catch your breaths.

When you crouched down, lungs burning with fatigue, you took a glance at your hero and almost choked. '' Mingyu? ''

He feigned an innocent look. '' Sorry, we were going past here and I saw what was happening. ''

It was the cheapest lie ever, but he couldn't come up with anything better, and at that moment you were just happy to be alive and felt like you didn't want to be alone. You let yourself be driven to his house, unknown to you, that was very much his plan.

The8

Smart as he was, he knew you'd never agree to meet up with him if he texted you again, after you dumped him callously. So he made a plan to make you swipe right on a guy he hired.

He was the perfect guy, so the chances of you not swiping on him were slim. Sneakily he tried to influence your mutual friends to talk to you about using a dating app and to his surprise, and disappointment, it wasn't long before you did so.

Throughout it all, Minghao was watching over the man's shoulder, making sure he wasn't actually flirting with you and doing it with amusement, since you were still his at the end of the day.

He did, however, get some sadistic enjoyment out of you sending nudes about a week into his plan; knowing he could use that to punish you later and that he had a backup plan to blackmail you if this one failed.

Feeling completely confident in himself, he pressured it to move faster and eventually set up a date. You were excited, telling all of your friends about it, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel after being scared of dating again after Minghao.

You took a long time getting ready when the night came around. Your ex watching outside could practically feel his eyes roll to the back of his head as you tried on yet another dress.

Almost running late you ran out of the door, only a meter from where he was standing. He had been in a trance for a few minutes, daydreaming about you, and didn't notice you had left your apartment. But luckily, with the date and nerves on your mind, you didn't see him so he could quietly follow you again.

Like rehearsed, the guy gave you a hug and flashed a big friendly smile to you when you met in front of the restaurant. Then you went up. Minghao had rented a rooftop one, all to yourselves for the evening - easier and more impressive but also easier for other reasons.

He let the illusion play for a few more minutes before walking out from behind the curtains at the entrance. Watching you look so head over heels for that guy made him feel sick.

'' I hope I'm not interrupting anything important, '' he coyly said, dragging a chair over to your table and sitting down.

You felt your fight or flight kicking in the moment you heard his cruel, familiar voice. After hearing it taunt you every morning for the past year, who could really blame you though?

You forced yourself to look at him after your gaze tried desperately to look anywhere else, you wanted to show that you weren't afraid of him anymore.

But that wasn't very believable, you both knew that, and Minghao had to suppress a laugh while looking away to not embarrass you further.

'' Well, '' he dragged out as if he was just bored, '' Time to go home then. Are you done? ''

Slowly, you stood up and grabbed the table to stabilize your legs. Once they stopped shaking, you were hit by a sudden surge of courage. '' No, '' you firmly spat out.

A deafening silence filled the room and the tension rose with every second he didn't respond. Even the guy he hired shifted his weight uncomfortably.

'' Let's go. I'm not dealing with your brattiness now, save it for later. ''

He was about to turn when you shook your head and started running with all your might in the opposite direction. Minghao only needed to give the man one look before he ran after you.

You heard his panting behind you and knew the end was near. You didn't even get to reach the elevator. Being pulled backward violently, you fell on your back and let out a scream, soon to be muffled by an angry Minghao stepping over you and covering it while the guy held you down.

'' You will regret this, I'll make sure of it. ''

Seungkwan

If you dared date anyone else after him, you could be sure to expect a very unpleasant surprise not too long after, and you did.

You were constantly on your toes, waiting for the other shoe to drop since you knew Seungkwan would be fuming and getting revenge after the photos of you and your boyfriend spread at school.

The anxiety added on top of the stress from the new attention you were getting, as well as the heaps of school work you had behind due to being away from school so much the year before. It was so unbearable that you were almost relieved when the shoe finally dropped.

But when you saw what it was, you changed your mind immediately. On Monday morning you went to school as usual, avoiding people's eyes and trying to quietly enter the building without drawing too much attention. That day, things were different from the start.

As soon as you came within a radius of the school, you heard people loudly whisper around you and when you raised your head, realized they were talking about you.

One of them was holding a phone and kept glancing down at it and then laughing when looking at you. Keeping your head down you sped up and were about to go up the stairs to the main entrance when you heard even more people doing the same thing.

You closed your eyes and swallowed the nervousness, walked over to them, and asked to see their phones. Not waiting for an answer, you eventually snatched it out of their hands and stared at the screen.

Everyone watched your face drop in silence, awkwardly moving around and whispering to each other. On the screen, a naked photo of you stared back at you and the more you stared the more you felt freaked out.

You handed it back and ran without looking back. It felt too humiliating to go to school like that. At your door, he was there, waiting - your ex, Seungkwan.

He stood cooly leaning back against the wall near your apartment and moved when he saw you running at full speed.

'' Hey, you okay? '' he faked his naiveity.

You opened your mouth but closed it again, feeling the tears clouding your vision. He came over and shushed you, pulling you in towards his chest.

His familiar scent unexpectedly made you cry even harder. Without meaning to, you had leaned into the touch and grabbed onto him, like he was your only hope at the moment; instead of what you should've done to the devil, pushed him away.

He couldn't help himself from crushing you even further, leaning down, he lowly said, '' You've made my job too easy. ''

You were about to ask what he meant by that as you blinked up at him with your tear-stained eyes but he didn't let you get a word in. Instead, he pushed your head against the wall with such force that it knocked you out immediately.

When he lifted you up with ease and began making his way to his car, he whispered your silent question out loud, '' Taking what is mine back. ''

Vernon

The first thing he'd do to get you back would be to smooth talk his way into persuading you to break up with your new boyfriend and go back to him.

Vernon would make your memories sound much better than they were, him sweeter in his words, and his punishments less harsh than you remembered. '' It was a long time ago, that's not how I remember it, '' would be a classic of his.

As hard as he tried though, he almost had to hold himself back from letting the anger show. After months of you not doing what he wanted you to, he started to think you were just stupid. But, suppressing his arrogant scoffs, he instead made up a new plan.

It was quicker, sure, but he'd have to put in a lot of work afterward to get on your good side again. Right then, he didn't care since he just wanted to have you back in his bed again, with him and not with that loser of a boyfriend you had.

Vernon arranged everything and paid the right people so he could just sit back and wait.

It wouldn't take long until they were back. He gladly welcomed them and got up purposefully so that he could tower over your cowering form on the floor.

For a second, he saw the fear in your eyes disappear as you saw it was him. He suppressed a laugh. Guess if the devil is familiar, demons are more terrifying. You must've been scared of what those strangers would do to you. But you saw his reaction and quickly tried putting on a brave face.

'' I hate you, '' you said, almost to make sure he knew that you weren't there on your own accord.

'' I know, '' he said simply. '' I made you that way. ''

Dino

On the way home from a dance practice, Dino caught a glimpse of someone who looked just like you. Maybe he was delusional, he'd been missing you so much lately, but he got out and started following her.

Even if it wasn't you, he might ask for her number. He was so obsessed with you that anything and anyone that reminded him of you sufficed until he had finally found you, even if he had to go to the ends of the earth to do so.

Rounding the corner he stopped in his tracks and felt disappointed when he saw the girl throw her arms around a guy.

It wasn't you. His girl wouldn't do that, you wouldn't do that. He was just about to turn when the girl turned her head slightly.

It was you.

His stomach dropped and he had to stabilize himself against a wall until his world had stopped spinning. How could you?

He glanced up again and felt his breath hitch. You weren't there anymore. Without caring if anyone could see him he walked out into the open, right where you'd been standing, and by luck he managed to catch the sight of you just as you were turning down a secluded road.

Dino ran after, his passion evident in his carelessness to conceal the sound of his footsteps or the pants escaping his mouth. You and your boyfriend heard him very clearly when he followed you into that dark alleyway.

No streetlights were near the entrance of it, so you couldn't see the face of the person nearing you.

'' Who is it? '' you tried, backing behind your boyfriend.

'' Stay here. ''

He went up to talk to the guy. A few seconds of silence passed between them. You couldn't tell if they recognized each other or not. However, everything moved very quickly after that.

Before you even had the chance to react or see who it was, your boyfriend fell down without a sound after it looked like he had been hit with something by the stranger. You yelped as he went for you next. He pushed you against the wall and covered your mouth.

'' Guess who? '' he half-whispered creepily, sending shivers down your spine.

It sounded familiar but it took a few seconds for you to place the voice. '' Is it...'' you trailed off.

You gasped and he snickered, '' Hope you missed me. ''

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The Maestro 0001 - the invitation

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Dear Ms. Kang Raeyang,

It is with sincere solemnity that we extend our invitation to you. You have been chosen to reside within the Maestro, as per your parents' prior instructions, following their untimely departure.

In the midst of our condolences, we trust that you will heed this summons and join us promptly.

Yours faithfully,

The Residents of the Maestro

The apartment complex loomed over the quiet street. Its sleek exterior, while undeniably contemporary, exuded an aura of mystery and unease. The building's design was a juxtaposition of sharp angles and smooth curves, creating an unsettling yet intriguing silhouette against the skyline. Dark tinted windows lined its façade, offering no glimpse into the secrets hidden within.

As I approached, a chill seemed to linger in the air, sending shivers down my spine. The atmosphere around the Maestro seemed to be cloaked in a thick fog, obscuring the true nature of what lay beyond its imposing exterior. Despite its modernity, there was something ancient and foreboding about the building, as if it held secrets that had been buried for centuries. It loomed over the surrounding landscape like a silent sentinel, watching, waiting.

A heavy iron gate stood sentinel at the entrance, its bars twisted into elaborate designs that seemed to writhe and shift in the shifting light. Beyond it, a cobblestone path disappeared into the darkness.

In front of the entrance, a small security post with tinted windows stood like a sentinel, its presence adding to the eerie atmosphere. My breath hitched as I grip the invitation tightly, slowly approaching the post.

Upon inspection, the post seems to be empty. Its tinted windows give no clue of whether there was anyone inside of it. I raised my knuckles, politely knocking on the window three times.

“Hello?”

The sound echoed hollowly in the still air. For a moment, there was no response, just the faint chirp of a passing bird. Then, a shuffling noise came from within, followed by the creak of a chair.

A figure emerged from the shadows, their features obscured by the tinted glass. They leaned forward, peering out at me with unseen eyes.

"Yes? Can I help you?" Their voice was muffled, distant, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Erm, h-hi," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I received an invitation to... to live here."

There was a moment of silence, as if the figure was considering my words. Then, with a slight nod, they reached out and slid open a small panel at the base of the window.

"Give it here," they said, their voice low and gravelly.

I hesitated for a moment before passing the invitation through the opening. The figure took it, their hand disappearing back into the darkness.

It felt like eternity, before they slid the window door open with a metallic scrape. A man sat behind the window, holding the invitation. He wore a black, security guard’s outfit and had a chiselled, handsome face with a strong, angular jawline and piercing eyes. His sleek black hair frames his face in waves, and he ran a veiny hand back his hair as he handed the invitation back.

“You're… Miss Kang Raeyang?” he asked, his voice deep and resonant, carrying a hint of intrigue.

I nodded, nervous under his strong and commanding presence. The man observed me with a judicious gaze, his eyes seeming to weigh every aspect of my being.

“My name is Choi Seungcheol,” he said, his voice low and measured, as if each word carried a hidden weight. His lips formed a tight smile, but there was a hint of something unreadable in his eyes, shrouded behind a veil of mystery. “I’m a resident and the security guard here.”

“I’ve been told to… show you around,” he continued, his tone betraying a reluctance. Cautiously, I bowed in response, feeling a shiver run down my spine. “I’m Kang Raeyang. Nice to meet you.”

Seungcheol shut the window panes with a deliberate click. The iron gates slowly opened, and he stepped out of his post, his movements smooth and controlled. He handed me a card, his eyes flickering to the luggage behind me.

“Your apartment has been prepared by your parents, Miss Kang,” he informed me, his tone neutral but his gaze penetrating. “This is the key card to your apartment, 201.”

“Thank you… You can call me Raeyang, by the way,” I replied, my voice a little uncertain as I peered at the keycard with interest. It was the size of a credit card, plain black with a ‘M’ logo in gold. A small ‘201’ was etched in the corner of the card.

Seungcheol hummed softly, his expression unreadable as I looked back up at him. “Likewise. You can just call me Seungcheol.”

There was a period of awkward silence. Seungcheol's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, as if assessing something beyond the surface. Then, with a nod, he motioned towards my luggage.

"You can leave them here," he said, his tone softening just slightly. "I'll take care of your luggage. Follow me."

With that, he turned and began walking towards the entrance of the building. I fell into step beside him, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity about what lay ahead. As we walked, the grandeur of the Maestro became even more apparent. The intricate details of the architecture seemed to come alive in the fading light, casting long shadows that danced across the cobblestone path.

Seungcheol remained mostly silent as we walked, his footsteps echoing in the quiet surroundings. Occasionally, he would look towards a certain direction, as if expecting somebody to be waiting there. But nobody ever showed up.

Finally, we reached the entrance, where the heavy black doors stood slightly ajar. Seungcheol pushed them open with a gentle push, revealing the dimly lit foyer beyond.

"After you," he said, his voice soft but commanding, as if granting permission to enter a forbidden realm.

I stepped inside, feeling a rush of anticipation as the doors closed behind me with a soft thud. I found myself in awe of a grand lobby adorned with marble floors and ornate chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The room was bathed in a warm golden glow, the light casting intricate patterns on the polished surfaces.

Seungcheol gestured towards the row of gleaming elevators at the far end of the lobby.

"Your apartment is on the second floor," he explained, his voice echoing faintly in the spacious room. I nodded, following him towards the elevators. The doors slid open silently as we approached, revealing a plush interior with mirrored walls. Seungcheol pressed the button for the second floor, and the elevator began its ascent with a soft hum.

As we rose, I couldn't help but steal glances at Seungcheol. There was something about him, something mysterious and intriguing, that drew me in despite my apprehension.

After Mum and Dad died in the sudden car crash, they left me nothing but some money and an instruction to wait for an invitation to an apartment building, which they had signed me up for. But why? Why this place? Why didn’t they tell me anything when they were alive?

These questions plagued my thoughts as the elevator came to a stop. The doors slid open, revealing a long hallway lined with doors. Seungcheol led the way, his steps echoing on the polished floor. As we reached the door marked with the number 201, Seungcheol paused. “Here.”

With a deep breath, I slid the keycard into the lock and pushed open the door, stepping into the apartment that was to be my new home. Inside, the space was bathed in soft lamplight, casting a warm glow over the furnishings. It was tastefully decorated, with touches of elegance and comfort that spoke of my parents' love and care.

But even as I took in the familiar surroundings, a sense of unease lingered in the air. What secrets lay hidden behind these walls? And why had my parents chosen to keep me in the dark?

"New neighbour?" I jumped at the new voice, turning around. A young man stood in front of the door opposite mine, his almond-shaped eyes peering at me with interest. He was dressed in a plain white tank top that accentuated his toned arms,and blue jeans that hugged his legs comfortably. Seungcheol frowned.

"Soonyoung, you scared her."

"Sorry," Soonyoung scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I was just about to go over to Chan’s; he had a new routine to show me."

If Seungcheol’s aura was commanding and mysterious, Soonyoung was the opposite. He cheerfully walked over to us, holding out a hand. "Hi, I’m Kwon Soonyoung. You can call me by my stage name Hoshi," he beamed, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth. "I live in 202.”

“I’m Kang Raeyang. You can just call me by my name,” I said, shaking his hand carefully. His skin was cool to the touch, like it was dipped in iced water. “Nice to meet you, Hoshi.”

Soonyoung gave me another huge smile before turning to Seungcheol. “How come you’re the one showing Raeyang around? I thought Jeonghan hyung was supposed to do the job.”

Seungcheol's expression shifted subtly, a shadow passing over his features before he replied, "Jeonghan is busy with other matters."

Soonyoung nodded, though there was a curious glint in his eyes as he glanced back at me “Well, I really need to go. You can always look for me if you need help,” he said, jabbing his thumb in the direction of his apartment door. “See you around, Raeyang.”

With that, he flashed me one last bright smile before bouncing off towards the elevator. Seungcheol cleared his throat, attracting my attention.

“Your parent’s lawyer lives in the Maestro,” he said. “He will be here shortly to explain some things to you. I advise you to wait in the apartment while I go get your luggage.”

I nodded, taking in his words. The mention of my parents' lawyer only added to the mystery surrounding this place.

"Alright," I replied. "I'll wait in the apartment."

Seungcheol gave a curt nod before heading off to retrieve my luggage. As I watched him go, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was much more to this building—and to my parents' intentions—than met the eye.

I entered my apartment. It was small and cosy, with a few decorative plants scattered around. The soft light filtering in through the windows added to the warm atmosphere. Seungcheol mentioned that my parents had decorated the place for me, and I smiled when I saw a framed photo of my parents and I on the counter.

The sight of their smiling faces brought a bittersweet pang to my heart. Despite the unanswered questions surrounding their sudden passing, it was comforting to have a piece of them here with me.

I moved further into the apartment, exploring the space. The living area was furnished with a comfortable-looking couch and a coffee table, while the kitchenette boasted modern appliances and neatly organised cabinets. Another soft smile found its way to my face when I saw a bookshelf filled with books on the wall.

A hallway led to the bedroom, where a cosy-looking bed awaited me, adorned with soft blankets and plump pillows. It was a simple yet inviting space, one that felt like home despite its unfamiliarity.

I left the bedroom, taking a book from the shelves before settling on the couch. The Girls, by Emma Cline. I frowned, staring at the cover of the book.

Strange. I don’t read books of this genre.

Just as I was about to open the book and flip through its pages, the doorbell rang. I hurried over to the door, revealing a tall, lean man standing outside. His presence exuded a sense of polished professionalism. He stood tall and composed, with an air of confidence that commanded attention. His dark hair was neatly styled, framing his face in a way that accentuated his striking features.

Dressed in a well-fitted suit, the man spoke, his voice was smooth and articulate, carrying a sense of assurance.

"Miss Kang Raeyang?" he said, his tone professional yet warm. I nodded. “You’re my parent’s lawyer?”

His lips were set in a gentle curve and his eyes crinkled kindly into a crescent moon. “Yes. My name is Hong Jisoo, or Joshua. Do you mind if I help you with these?” He gestured to the luggages behind him. “Cheol had to rush back, so he told me to help you.”

“Oh, thank you, Joshua!” I said gratefully. Joshua flashed me a small smile before he easily lifted the two heavy suitcases into the apartment. "I am sure that you have many questions, Miss Kang," Joshua said as I quickly pushed the suitcases into the bedroom. "I’ll try my best to answer them.”

“Please, take a seat. I’ll make you some tea… Do you have a preference?” I turned to Joshua, who sat on the couch. He thought for a moment.

“Some earl grey tea will do, Miss Kang,” Joshua replied.

“Alright. Do call me Raeyang,” I replied as I busied myself in the kitchen, putting the kettle on the stove and retrieving the tea leaves and cups. The layout of the kitchen was surprisingly similar to the one in the house where both my parents and I lived.

As I waited for the water to boil, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation and nervousness that hung in the air. Peeking from the kitchen, I could see Joshua looking around the living room, humming contentedly. He seems nice… and very handsome.

In fact, the three men I’ve come across were all very good looking. Seungcheol, mysterious. Hoshi, friendly. Joshua here gives me an aura of a gentleman.

I shook my head, dispelling the thoughts, and went back to preparing the tea. When it was ready, I set it on a tray, placing it in front of Joshua.

"Here…" I said, offering Joshua the tray with a small smile.

Joshua gave me a nod of thanks as he took a cup and had a sip of the warm tea. “Like I said earlier, Raeyang, I’m pretty sure you have many questions about this arrangement. I cannot promise that I know the answer to all of them, but I am pretty sure I can answer some basic ones.” He sat the cup down back on the tray, turning to me. “Let’s hear them.”

“Firstly, when did my parents get me an apartment in this place?” I questioned.

“Your parents actually own this building, Raeyang,” Joshua dropped the bombshell, his words heavy with significance. I gaped at him in shock. “What?”

“In fact, I am considered a tenant of yours,” Joshua continued, taking another sip of tea. “Now that your parents have passed, and the building is under your name.”

“I-I see…” I stammered, still digesting the fact. “I never knew…”

“Now you do.” Joshua said kindly. “If I am not wrong, the documents are in your letterbox already. Have Cheol shown you where it is?” I shook my head robotically in answer. “No worries, I'll retrieve it for you.”

“Thank you.” I composed myself. “Secondly… Did my parents leave anything else for me other than this building?”

Joshua shook his head. “I’m afraid not.” I nodded. “I see. Since when did my parents own this building?”

“For quite a long time.” Joshua answered. “Perhaps, around the time when you were born.”

Twenty five years? I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of disbelievement. How could Mum and Dad keep something like that from me for twenty-five years? What other secrets are they keeping from me?

“I understand how you are feeling now, Raeyang.” Joshua’s smooth voice pulled me out of my darkening thoughts. It was then I realised that tears were gathering in my eyes. I quickly wiped them away, embarrassed. “Sorry…”

“There’s no need to apologise, Raeyang,” Joshua said gently, his eyes filled with empathy. “It’s perfectly natural to feel overwhelmed by all of this. Your parents loved you very much, and I’m sure they had their reasons for keeping this from you.”

I must have said my thoughts out loud. "I guess so…" I sniffed, dabbing at my eye. Joshua turned away for a moment, peering intently at the artificial plant next to the couch. I was grateful for him to give me a little private moment to gather my thoughts.

When I composed myself, Joshua turned back to me. “Let’s talk about this another day,” he suggested, reaching for the tea again. “Over here at the Maestro, we usually would have dinner together. The residents of the Maestro,” he added, noticing my look of confusion. “You should join us; it’ll be a great way for you to get to know the rest of us later.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the suggestion. "That sounds like a good idea. Thank you, Joshua."

Joshua smiled warmly. "Of course, Raeyang. Over here, we all support each other. You’re part of us now.” He stood up and I followed him. “Dinner starts at seven, apartment 301. If you’re not sure of where to go, just look for Soonyoung. I believe you have already met him.”

“I’ll see you out,” I said, following him to the door. Before he left, Joshua turned to me, holding out his hand with a smile on his face.

“I forgot to say this,” he said softly as I held onto his ice-cold palms, shaking them. “Welcome to the family, Raeyang.”

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Overprotective

↦ pairing: yandere!joshua x fem!reader

↦ warnings: manipulating, overprotective

↦ note: overprotective yandere joshua because it just makes sense! i feel like this isn't good enough but i don't really know what to edit either so here it is :')

↦ word count: 745

Joshua was the epitome of perfection. A true gentleman, he was always attentive to your every mood and need, and was always there with you through the highs and lows of life. He was the kind of man that every woman dreamed of, but alas, his heart belongs solely to you.

A man who is wanted by everyone is with you so why is it that you seem unhappy these days?

“I’m going out to meet Hyerin at 4pm later.” You murmur, head resting on Joshua’s chest while he gently runs his hand through your hair. “Then I’ll come along again.” He replied, but you were having none of that. “No.” You said firmly. “No?” He repeats after you in a confused state as you push yourself up away from his embrace.

"Shua, my love, I can't have you trailing behind me like a lost puppy every time I go out." You gently expressed, watching as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand," he murmured softly, sitting up on the bed beside you. "Why the sudden change of heart? Why don't you want me by your side?" His questions made you sigh deeply.

"It's not that I don't want you with me, Shua," you explained, your voice soft and tender. "It's just that I want to spend time with my friend alone." Joshua takes your hand in his, his thumb tracing circles over your skin as he speaks. "I just want to be the kind of boyfriend who can protect his girlfriend," he said, his voice filled with love and devotion.

“No other boyfriend does this.” you retorted, your patience wearing thin. You cherished Joshua deeply, but his constant watchful eye was beginning to feel suffocating. “Did Hyerin put you up to this?”

“What?” You utter in disbelief at his ridiculous words. “You’ve been fine the first few months but ever since Hyerin came into the picture, you’ve been trying to push me away.” You scoff at your boyfriend’s words. “You’re being ridiculous right now. She has nothing to do with this.” You say as you get off from his bed. “Whatever. I’m leaving.”

You only made it two steps out of the door before Joshua was by your side, holding your hand and stopping you from leaving. “I’m sorry, love, I–” a sigh escapes his lips before he continues. “It’s just that I’m scared something might happen to you. Like that day.” He whispers the last sentence as he leans his forehead against yours, big hands gently cupping your cheeks. “And I'm scared I won't be able to help you the next time if it happens again.”

You know what exactly “like that day” means.

It was a year ago, back when you and Joshua weren’t in a relationship. You were returning home from college after all of your classes ended when 3 boys from your economics class had stopped you. They wanted to ask you about assignments, which is what you assumed, but their intentions were far more sinister. In that abandoned staircase the students were restricted from, they touched you inappropriately, but luckily for you, Joshua came just in time.

To this day, you don’t know why Joshua used that staircase that day. He never offered an explanation and you never pressured the issue either, being lucky enough that he saved you that day.

“I’m sorry I made you feel suffocated.” Joshua’s soft whispers of apology brought you back from your thoughts. “No. I’m sorry for this.” You said, looking at him in the eyes to show him you were indeed sincere with your apology. “I should’ve known how much that day affected you too.” You confess, ending your apology by pressing a kiss on his lips.

His hand makes its way to the back of your neck, pushing you closer into a deeper kiss before pulling away, breathless.

“So then, can I come along later?” You chuckle at his question. “Of course you can, Shua.” He gives you the smile that even turns his eyes into little crescent moons before pulling you into his embrace.

Jeonghan was right.

“Just try guilt tripping her.” Jeonghan, Joshua’s trusted friend said. “But I don’t want to hurt her in any way.” Joshua replied, his heart sinking at just the thought of seeing you in any type of distress. “It’s either that or you let her go out without you by her side.”

“Okay, but are you sure it’ll work?” Joshua asked, uncertain of his friend's way in this matter. “Trust me.”

Guilt tripping you hurts him but it works so damn well.

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chaepink · 8 months ago

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can you write about sub yan cumming too fast and having to overstimulating himself for us ☺️

sub!yan, dom!reader, overstimulation, whining, crying, teasing, masturbation

“I-It hic! It h-hurts, [name]!” Your yandere looks at you with glazed, glassy eyes, tears forming in the corners and falling as he pumps his dick fast.

“But darling, this is your punishment for cumming too fast. You caused this for yourself.”

He lets out a cry as he runs his own thumb over the tip, the pleasure making him shiver and for pre cum to leak out even more. There’s a small puddle of it underneath his dick and it slowly grows larger every time he cums.

You giggle at the lewd sight of his spread legs and how he’s watching your every move, wanting you to get closer and touch him any where.

“F-Fuck [name].” He lets out a desperate whimper. How many times has he cummed now? Three? Four? Your yandere doesn’t know, the pleasure and pain fogging his mind and making it hard to think. All he knows is that he’s close again and although it hurts, he doesn’t want to stop. His hand on his dick speeds up as the pleasure overwhelms him again.

“I-I’m close ah! Please l-let me cum, p-please?”

Grinning at just how pathetic he looks, you nod, wanting to see him fall apart again just from his own hand.

He sees you nod and lets out a cry as he cums, cum shooting out his spent dick and onto his already stained chest and thighs. He looks absolutely lewd like this but he looks so pretty at the same time.

Seeing his hand slow down, you only shake your head at him and he whines, knowing the words you’ll say next.

“Did I say stop darling? You’re not done till I say you’re done baby.”

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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mymoodwriting · 1 year ago

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10.2k, trauma, abuse, domestic abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, needles, drugs, medication, choking, suffocation, accidental murder, temporary death, mentions of suicide, guns, asylum patient, mind control, smut, non-con, manipulation, fingering, handjob, penetration, unprotected sex, yandere (@starillusion13)

“Found you.”

The voice sent shivers down your spine. For a moment you were frozen in fear, but as you began to hear footsteps approaching you broke out into a run. You didn’t bother looking back. You knew that voice all too well and your only option here was to run. It was already so late into the night, and nobody else seemed to be around. As you ran you reached for your phone, dialing emergency services. You were running out of breath, looking for a place to hide. As you heard someone answer the phone, a hand was suddenly over your mouth, pulling you back.

“You can’t run from me anymore.”

❤

Your eyes shot open and you jumped up in bed, breathing heavily as your mind was racing. You gripped the bed sheets tightly, taking in your surroundings and starting to settle back into reality. It was just a bad dream, just another bad dream. You laid back in bed, eyes losing focus as you looked at the ceiling, trying to think of anything else so you could forget this nightmare all the quicker. The problem was it wasn’t the first time you had dreamt of something like that, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

Once your mind had settled, and your breathing was even, you got up. You grabbed your phone and stared at the date for a while. It had nearly been a year since you last saw him, even in your nightmares about him, you never saw his face. His voice alone was enough to haunt you. At first you adored it, hearing such sweet words from him, hearing your own name, but now the memory itself made you feel uneasy. Even if you were living a normal life, he still clung to you like a shadow. Sometimes he wasn’t visible, but he was always there, and you could do nothing to get rid of him.

You had some breakfast and got ready for the day, taking a moment to let the sun wash over you. It was a silly substitute to the warmth you once got from another. You walked over to your bus stop, thinking about what your day would look like, already forgetting about the morning. The day itself was normal, and you figured it would end that way, but I guess that was too much to ask for. As you walked to your apartment you noticed two figures in black waiting outside your door. You thought to run away and call the cops but they noticed you first, waving you over and taking steps in your direction.

“Miss y/n, we’re with the police and have a few questions for you.”

“… pah… police?”

You were thinking of running, but when they said they were police you let your guard down a bit. The two got close and showed you their badges, detectives Choi and Kim.

“Uh… what is this about… I’m a good citizen and-”

“Can we speak somewhere more private?”

“Yeah… sure…”

You let the two into your place, offering them something to drink and sitting down with them in your living room. You were visibly nervous, and they noticed.

“You’re not in trouble.” Detective Choi assured you. “We just had some questions for you regarding Wen Junhui.”

“Oh… you mean…”

“I believe he goes by Jun.”

“What’s this about? I haven’t heard from him since…”

“Nearly a year ago he was institutionalized for…” Detective Kim began but stopped. “Well you know the rest. You haven’t had any contact with him since, have you?”

“No. Not at all. He wrote me letters for a while, but I never read them and just sent them back. Eventually he stopped, and I haven’t heard from him at all. Nor did I ever try to make contact with him.”

“But you do know where he is?”

“The facility that has him in their care, yes, I’m aware of it.”

“You said he sent you letters.” Detective Choi continued. “And eventually stopped. You haven’t received anything strange in the mail lately, have you?”

“Nothing at all. As you know I’ve moved, and I doubt he knows my current address. What is this about anyway? Does he have a hearing or something? I was informed he’d remain institutionalized because of his diagnosis and beha… vior…”

You trailed off as things started to fall into place. It was late at night and two detectives had been waiting for you at your door. Now they were asking if you had any contact with that guy, especially recently.

“He broke out… didn’t he…”

“Unfortunately he-.”

“How!? Those type of places-”

“Please calm down, miss. You’re correct that he has no idea about your current whereabouts, we’re just asking for information about him.”

“Information!? What can I possibly give you? The police report on him says everything you need to know! He’s a stalker, he abused me, he kidnapped me, he locked me up, he nearly killed me! He’s a psycho who got off easy going to some asylum for the mentally insane! And now you’re here telling me he escaped! How exactly do you think I can help you!”

“We just-”

“GET OUT!”

You expected some decency, for the two to get up and leave on their own. They did get up, but instead of leaving, they locked the door.

“Wa… what are you doing…”

“I’m afraid we can’t leave until we get what we came for.”

You grabbed your phone and bolted for your room, only for Kim to grab you and pin you against a wall. You tried to break free, but he was much stronger than you.

“Who are you!”

“We’re just trying to help, honest.” Choi said. “We’re trying to find Jun, and you’re our best bet.”

“I want nothing to do with him!”

“We’re well aware of his history with you, and understand you have no ties to him, but he’ll be looking for you. So we need to know everything. If anything strange has happened lately, any friends reach out and seem weird, anything at all. You might not be aware of his presence, but he could be nearby.”

“He… he…”

“Once we’re satisfied we’ll go, and you won’t see us again.”

“No… no, I don’t know anything!”

“Then just let us be sure.”

You were held still as the other jabbed a needle into your neck. You screamed bloody murder, thrashing around, but soon enough you felt yourself growing weak. You thought you’d pass out, but instead wound up in this drowsy state. Kim set you down on the couch, keeping his hands on your shoulders so you wouldn’t slump over.

“What are you gonna…”

“This won’t hurt, promise, but it might feel weird.”

“Uh…”

You could vaguely make out Choi getting something from his pocket, like a small tin case. Then you felt something small and cold pressed against the side of your head. It made you shiver, and then you felt some weird tingle, like static in your head.

“Why don’t we do a quick trip down memory lane to make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

❤

“Jun!”

You ran into the arms of your best friend, your lover, your everything. He picked you up with ease and spun you around before peppering your face with kisses.

“And where have you been all day, my love?”

“Working. Someone has to pay the bills around here.”

“We both pay the bills, not just you.”

“True… and what have you been up to today?”

“Trying out a new recipe for my love.”

“Is that what the delicious smell is?”

“Yes. It’s almost done, so wash up for dinner.”

“Will do.”

You had known Jun for most of your life, and we’re always so close. It only felt natural that your friendship would evolve into something more. Jun confessed to you with a bouquet of roses and poured his heart out, bringing you to tears. You had both loved each other for a while, but he was the one with courage to say it first. From there everything was like a dream. He was so perfect, and he convinced you to move in with him after a few months. Your life together felt like something out of a fairy tale at times.

“Open wide.”

Jun loved to feed you, especially when he cooked. Not to mention giving you a bath at the end of the week.

“This tastes divine.”

“Only the best for my love.”

He cuddled with you every night, and every morning you had to fight with him to let you go. It was adorable, even if sometimes you didn’t have time for it. You knew he did it all out of love, and you couldn’t fault him for that.

“I’m going to be home late tonight, so don’t wait up.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m hanging out with the girls tonight.”

“No, no, no.” Jun reached over and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back down into bed with him. “Let’s have a movie night together, just the two of us.”

“Hm, that does sound tempting, but I haven’t seen the girls in months now. So a night out is overdue.”

“Do you have to?” Jun pouted. “I don’t want you out alone.”

“I won’t be alone.”

“Yes you will, I won’t be there. It’s gonna be so lonely.”

You giggled. “Don’t be silly, I’ll be fine.”

“Then can I come?”

“Girls night, sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

“No fair.”

Jun was very reluctant to let you go, but he knew he wouldn’t get you to change your mind about the matter. He called you often that night, just checking in and asking if you needed a ride, wanting to know where you were. After a few drinks though you stopped answering and just focused on enjoying yourself. He didn’t take that well though.

“Y/n!”

“Huh? Jun? What are you doing here? How did you find-”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone, I was so worried!” Jun came over and pulled you into a hug. “I thought something had happened to you.”

“I told you I was hanging out with the girls tonight.”

“And you couldn’t answer my calls or texts?”

“I answered you ten times already.”

“Look at you, your face is burning up. It’s time you came home anyway, let’s go.”

“What, no, Jun.” You pulled away. “The night’s still young, and the party is far from over. I’m fine, so you can go now.”

“No, you’re coming with me. If you can’t even answer your phone, then you’re done.”

“Ya! You’re not my dad! Now go.”

“Y/n-”

“Go.”

“No, you’re coming home-”

“I’m not. I’ll stay with a friend tonight, so don’t wait up.”

Jun laughed. “Hilarious.”

Jun grabbed your arm, his grasp a lot stronger than before, and he started dragging you away from the others. Your friends immediately got up and tried to get him to let go, but he pushed them all away, and considering most of you were already tipsy, they lost balance quickly.

“Jun!”

“If this is how you’re gonna behave, then you’re not going out again.”

“Jun, let me go!”

You couldn’t break free, but when you got to the car you started fighting him. He had opened the door for you and was trying to get you in, but you refused.

“Don’t be a brat!”

Jun slapped you, making you freeze. It wasn’t a hard hit, but your cheek still burned from the impact. You grabbed your cheek with your free hand, slowly looking back at Jun.

“Get in the car.”

In your state of shock it was easy to get you in the car, he even put your seat belt on for you and then slammed the door shut. You watched him walk to the drivers side, silently getting in the car and driving off. You stayed quiet the whole ride over, waiting for him to open the door and pull you out of the car too. Neither of you spoke until you were in the house.

“I’m sorry about-”

“You hit me… you actually…”

“You’re drunk and-”

“YOU HIT ME!”

“And you weren’t listening to me! I told you I didn’t want you going out tonight, and you completely ignored me.”

“I have my own life you know, a life outside of you.”

“No you don’t. I’m your whole world, and what I say goes.”

“Says who?”

“Me! Nobody knows you like me, and I know what’s best for you. Being out late and drinking, it’s not the best idea, and you shouldn’t be doing that.”

“Oh, unless you’re there, right?”

“You need someone to look after you.”

“I can look after myself. In case you didn’t realize, I was doing just fine without you.”

“Hardly.”

“How did you even find me anyway? I didn’t tell you where I was.”

“That was the first thing that made me worry! I had to use the tracking app to-”

“Tracking app!”

“Yes. The one for couples, so we can always-”

“When the hell did you install that in my phone?! And without telling me!”

You pulled your phone out of your bag and began looking through your apps, seeing what he was talking about. You couldn’t believe you had never noticed it before. You were about to uninstall it when Jun snatched your phone away from you.

“Ya! Give that back!”

“You won’t be going out for a while, so won’t need it.”

“Excuse me!”

“It’s late, and you’ve had dinner, so you should get to bed.”

“You can’t be serious right now.”

“Very.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You headed for the door. “I swear you’re acting crazy right now.”

“Where are you going?”

“Anywhere else!”

“You are so full of jokes tonight.”

Jun grabbed your arm again and dragged you to the bedroom. He started stripping off your clothes and you were quick to stop him.

“What are you doing!”

“You’re drunk and need help getting your clothes off so you can shower.”

“Get your hands off!”

“Come on, babe, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I said let go!”

Your actions and words were met with another slap, stunning you into silence once more. You felt tears sting your eyes, and then Jun pressed a kiss to your head.

“I’m sorry, love, that seems to be the only way to get you to listen right now.”

“Please let go…”

“I’m trying-”

“I’ll take a shower and get ready for bed…”

“But-”

“Can you make me some tea?”

Jun smiled. “Of course, baby, I’ll make your favorite.”

“Thank you.”

Jun gave you another forehead kiss before leaving you alone. You stood in place for a while before stripping out of your clothes and going into the shower. You didn’t know when the tears started mixing with the water, but you stayed there for a while and let yourself cry. The day had started out fine, but now everything felt like a nightmare. Everything you thought you knew about Jun had changed so fast, you felt like the boy you had known, had fallen for, wasn’t even real. Eventually Jun knocked on the door, and you told him you’d be out in a minute. You dried your hair and got into some clothes, meeting him in the kitchen for tea.

“Here you are.”

“Thank you…”

“I’m sorry about tonight, love.” Jun softly pet your head. “I didn’t like you being out there alone. It was better I take you home.”

“Hm…”

You took a sip of your tea, the warmth making you feel a bit better. Although you tasted something off about it. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, and while you were thinking Jun tipped the cup towards your lips.

“Drink up while it’s warm, it’ll help you sleep.”

You wound up drinking every drop so as to not spill anything, and you definitely felt funny. You had been tipsy earlier, and practically sobered up in the shower, but this felt different. You were feeling drowsy, and Jun took your cup from you before you dropped it.

“Jun…”

“Sh, it’s late, you should get some sleep.”

“I don’t… I feel…”

Your legs gave out and Jun scooped you up in his arms. You could barely make out his face, let alone his words. With whatever strength you had you held onto him, mumbling about what was going on, but you were incapable of getting an answer. Despite your effort to hold on, you eventually fell into darkness.

❤

You woke with a minor headache, snuggling against your pillow when you felt something cold on your leg. You lazily sat up, thinking your leg wasn’t covered, but it was, so you pulled back the blanket to see a chain. Now you were awake, and you grabbed the chain, following it to the leg of the bed frame, seeing that you were locked up.

“Wa… Jun!”

You were tugging on the chain when Jun came in, and he immediately stopped you. He could see the look of panic on your face, trying to calm you down.

“Easy there, baby, did you have a bad dream?”

“What is this? Why did you chain me up?”

“Oh, that, just to make sure you’re safe.”

“Safe?”

“You had a crazy night, so you should stay in bed today and rest. This is just a precaution.”

“Take it off, now!”

“Baby.”

“Now! Where did you even get a chain! And about last night, you were acting so crazy! I thought you’d be fine today, but this is unacceptable.”

“I’m just looking out for you and doing what’s best.”

“I can decide that for myself.”

“You’ve shown me otherwise.”

“What?”

“Last night is proof enough. I’ve always been worried about the company you keep and-”

“Stop, just stop it. Get this chain off, and then we can talk.”

“We don’t need to.”

“Jun!”

“Since you’re up, I’ll bring you breakfast.”

“No, Jun!”

He didn’t listen and left you to struggle with the chain again. When he came back he had you sit against the headboard, setting down a tray for you and trying to feed you, but you refused him.

“Baby, you have to eat.”

“Not until you let me go.”

“That’s for your own good.”

“…”

“Baby-”

You flipped over the tray, getting food all over him and the bed. He stayed in place for a moment before quietly getting up and gathering the dishes. He left without a word and then came back to properly clean up, removing the stained bed sheets, and anything else that was dirty. You watched him in silence, glaring daggers at him, but he paid you no mind. Your clothes had gotten stained, but he didn’t do anything about that at first. Although when he came back with a glass of water you were confused.

“Here. At least hydrate.”

“No thanks.”

“Seriously?”

“I know you put something in the tea last night… you think I’m gonna trust anything else from you?”

“Hm. I guess that’s fair.”

Jun drank the glass of water and set it down on the nightstand, going over to his dresser and rummaging around for something. From where you were you managed to see him pull out a small box, then there was a needle and vial in his hand.

“Jun…”

“You need a bath after that ordeal, and if you’re not gonna behave on your own, I have other methods.”

“What is that! Where did you get that!”

“It won’t hurt.”

“Jun!”

As he approached you tried to get away, but you could only move so far before the chain went taut. Jun crawled onto the bed, and then on top of you, keeping you pinned with his body weight.

“Ju… Jun…”

“It’s just some medicine.”

“Get that away.”

“Sh, sh, sh, just hold still.”

Jun had always been stronger than you, so he kept you still with ease, exposing your neck and driving the needle into you. The pinch made you close your eyes, and you could hear your own racing heart in your ears. A tear slid down your cheek, and a moment later Jun was wiping it away.

“Don’t cry my love, I’m just doing what’s best for you.”

“Please… let me go…”

“Sh, let’s get you cleaned up, okay.”

You were already feeling weak, and Jun moved you with ease. You barely noticed when he took off the chain, or began to get you out of your clothes. He disappeared for a moment, and the picked you up in his arms. He took you into the bathroom, removing the last bits of clothing and putting you in a warm bath. He actually felt nice, but that might have been the drugs talking. Jun tended to bathe you on friday nights, so this wasn’t difficult for him. Especially since you were nothing but a doll at his mercy like this.

At some point you did fall asleep, waking up dressed and in bed like nothing happened. Although the chain was back on your leg. You tried to sit up, but found it difficult to do so and just went back to sleep. When you woke up later Jun was there, helping you up so you could eat. You were still weak, so you couldn’t throw the food like before, but you did keep your mouth shut. That is until Jun grabbed your face and forced a spoon full of food past your lips. You had no choice but to eat, you were hungry after all.

“There you go, that’s a good girl.”

You never really recovered from that day. Jun kept you chained up and in that drowsy state. You slept a lot, and you had no sense of time besides the daylight, but you couldn’t always trust that. Jun always made sure you ate, and cleaned you up too. You could barely understand anything he said, but you could make out the smile he always had on his face. You were powerless to stop him, but you knew you needed to figure out some way out of this. It was hard to come up with a plan when you could barely think for yourself , but fortune was on your side.

One morning you had woken up with Jun, getting your face peppered with kisses as he cooed and snuggled against you. When he got up you noticed his phone on the nightstand. He’d be back soon, but you couldn’t waste this opportunity. You crawled over and grabbed his phone, shakily sending a message to a mutual friend of yours, and signing it with your name. You had to be quick, so you only begged them to come over. From there you scrambled to delete the message so Jun wouldn’t find out. As you were putting it back on the nightstand Jun came back and quickly took it from you.

“No, no, no, baby, that’s not for you.”

You were nervous about getting caught, but after inspecting the phone he didn’t find anything suspicious. Now you could only wait and hope your message had been received.

“I’ll get started on breakfast.”

Jun tucked you back into bed and went off to start preparations. He was nearly finished when he heard a knock at the door. He wasn’t expecting anything so he was quite perplexed. As he approached the knocking got louder and more aggressive. He checked to see who it was, finding a familiar face on the other side of the door. So he opened it, but only a bit.

“Hello, Misu, what brings you by so early?”

“Here to see y/n and talk about plans for the weekend. Can I come in?”

“Unfortunately y/n is sick and isn’t accepting visitors right now.”

“Oh dear, is it a fever? She rarely gets sick, let me see her.”

“That’s alright, I wouldn’t want you getting sick.”

“It’s no bother. I’m sure you’re tired looking after her day and night, I can give you a bit of down time.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’ll let her know you stopped by.” Jun tried to close the door, but Misu stopped him. “Yes?”

“I’m not leaving until I see her.”

“She’s sick and-”

“And no one has heard from her in weeks. Not even her job.”

“She’s on sick leave.”

“Prove it.”

“I’m sorry, are you doubting me?”

“Not at all. I just want to see my friend and make sure she’s alright.”

“She is, I assure you.”

“And you expect me to trust you after that night?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Oh you know, when you showed up unannounced and dragged y/n out of the restaurant. You fucken hit her! Twice!”

“We had a little disagreement and-”

Jun didn’t get to finish as Misu pushed their way into the house, calling out your name. They didn’t get far before Jun grabbed them.

“If you don’t leave now I will call the cops and have you arrested for trespassing.”

“Go ahead, call them. I’m curious to know which of us will end up in handcuffs.”

Misu pulled away and stormed into the house, still calling out your name. Jun glared and watched them go, starting to think about what to do. The sound of your name stirred you from your slumber. For a moment you thought you were just hearing things, but it was getting louder and louder. You tried to sit up, but you could barely manage, so you just screamed out for help with your voice, starting to choke on your sobs.

“Holy fuck, y/n!”

Seeing Misu in your line of sight made you cry tears of joy. They had come, and they knew you weren’t alright.

“What the hell is all this, what happened?”

“Hel… help…”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to call the police, this is fucken crazy.”

Misu dialed emergency services, putting the phone down for a moment and focusing on the chain, trying to figure out how to remove it. You were so focused on them that you didn’t notice Jun coming into the room, not until he had Misu in a choke hold.

“Jun!”

“Sh, sh, sh, don’t worry about this baby, just an uninvited guest.”

You couldn’t do anything as Jun dragged Misu out of the room. You started crying again, thinking you had made matters worse. In between your sobs you heard a voice, and then realized Misu left their phone, and it was still on a call. You quickly found it, realizing the operator was still on the line. You composed yourself enough to ask for help, telling them you were being held captive, managing to give your address too.

“I know that… give me that!”

When Jun returned and found you on the phone he quickly took it from you and hung up. He was glaring at you, but before he could say anything he noticed Misu had left her messages open, and there was the one you had secretly sent from Jun’s phone.

“You… you… how could you!”

“Jun, please… please…”

“After everything I’ve done! You, you, how dare you!”

“… please… just stop this…”

“We have to go, we can’t stay here anymore.”

“Jun-”

“Quiet! Not another word from you.”

You certainly quiet down when you saw Jun with another needle. You could barely struggle beneath him, and felt the pinch on your neck. Jun removed the chain and picked you up in his arms, taking you out to the car, and that’s when you heard the sirens. A weak smile appeared on your lips, feeling a sense of relief. So you let your eyes shut, hoping to wake up in a better place.

❤

“Y/n… y/n, please wake up…”

“Hm…”

Once again your name brought you back from the void. Everything was a blur as you opened your eyes, your senses slowly taking in the world. You heard a steady beeping noise, the white of the room hurting your eyes. Although your movements didn’t go unnoticed.

“Y/n! You’re awake! Doctor! Doctor!”

Soon enough you could make out Misu’s face, but your vision was soon blurred by tears as you saw the bruises on their neck.

“Misu… Misu, are you okay…”

“Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize something was wrong sooner. I couldn’t fathom Jun… I’m sorry…”

“He… what happened…”

“He was arrested, and is currently being processed. I already told the police everything, and even asked about getting you a restraining order.”

“… what happened to us…”

“Don’t waste tears on that monster. Everything’s going to be alright now.”

The doctor looked you over once you were awake.Thankfully your health was alright, you just had drugs you needed to flush out of your system. Although the doctor did mention the withdrawal wouldn’t be pleasant either. Misu promised to stay with you, not planning to leave your side anytime soon. You’d be staying in the hospital for a while, and they’d be your overnight guest. It was weird getting back to normal. The world was no longer spinning and you could actually focus on things and be awake again. The withdrawal wasn’t fun though, but you were in a hospital, so nothing bad could really happen to you.

“What the fuck do you mean he got out!”

Misu reacted for you when some detectives came by, telling you that Jun had gotten out on bail. He would still be prosecuted for assault, and kidnapping, but for now he was free on the streets.

“What stupid… look at me! Look at her! A guy like that shouldn’t be out of prison!”

“I’m sorry, but that’s the law here.”

“What if he comes here, tries to threaten us to drop the charges?”

“We’ll have someone posted outside until the court hearing.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Misu… we’ll be okay… right?”

“Of course. You heard them, we’ll have our own security detail, and I doubt that asshole knows where we are anyway. No one’s gonna talk to him and tell him. We’ll get him arrested at court and get that restraining order as well.”

Misu’s words reassured you, so you could rest easy. You had a date set, so now you had to wait for that. It gave you some piece of mind, and that’s all you could ask for right now. Once you were better you were allowed to go to the garden to get some fresh air. You’d probably be discharged soon, and Misu offered you to stay with them while you figured out what to do next. Your other friends also came to visit you, glad to know you were alright and also apologizing. You didn’t blame them though. You and Jun had always been so perfect, but things just went south so fast. You thought everything would be alright now, but that wasn’t the case.

You were sleeping peacefully when you heard some noises outside your room. You groggily woke up, seeing someone come into the room. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, seeing the white coat and believing a doctor had come to see you. It was strange to have a visit at night, but you figured it was for good reason. Before you could ask there was a rag in your face, and you were pushed back against your pillow. Now that they were close you could see their eyes, and you’d recognize those anywhere. You tried to scream and squirm, but the chemicals were already taking hold.

When you had gotten weak he stepped away, doing the same thing to Misu who had not woken up from the commotion. You could barely keep your eyes open, and you certainly couldn’t scream for help. Once Jun was done with her, he brought over a wheelchair, getting you into it, and putting a mask on your face. He gently pet your head and mumbled something about taking you home, but you couldn��t do anything to stop him. He wheeled you right past the officer posted outside your room, even greeting them on the way out. You desperately wished to say or do anything, but you were barely holding onto consciousness.

You could barely make out the elevator ride, but you were aware enough to realize you had been taken to the parking garage. Jun easily got you into the backseat of the car, laying you down and wrapping you up in a blanket. He found your attempt to struggle adorable, but just told you to get some rest and that everything would be alright. You couldn’t fight the drugs for much longer, and ultimately passed out. Completely unaware of what awaited you when you woke up.

❤

The new place was so unfamiliar to you, the first thing it did was strike fear into your heart. You felt like no one would find you, and that’s exactly what Jun wanted. You woke up as you arrived, Jun carrying you inside and into the bedroom. Of course he chained you up again, but things were different this time. You weren’t on his drugs anymore, and now that you were awake, you were gaining back your strength. You couldn’t just be weak this time.

So when you had the chance you attacked, grabbing Jun from behind and trying to choke him out. He was quite surprised by your actions, but he still had the upper hand. He slammed you down on the bed and pried your hands off him. You would have thought he’d scramble away, but instead he quickly pinned you down, glaring daggers at you. Of course you were afraid, but you couldn’t just let that fear take over and make you helpless.

“When did you get so brave?”

“You should be in prison!”

“And away from you? Do you have any idea how agonizing these last few days have been without you?”

“They’ve been heaven for me.”

“Liar!”

“It’s true! Being away from you, being free! I don’t know what happened, but you’re not the Jun I fell in love with!”

“I am! I’m the same Jun you’ve known your whole life.”

“No you’re not!”

“Yes I am! The same man who has loved you for years, who couldn’t bear the thought of you being with another! I’ve always loved you so deeply, I can’t live without you! Don’t make me lose you again… please…”

“This isn’t love! You kept me trapped at home like some animal and-”

“You were gone! Out in the world without me, and I didn’t know if you were alright. You scared me to death that night, I couldn’t handle the thought of losing you again. I had to keep you safe!”

“This isn’t how you keep someone safe! This is kidnapping and-”

“It’s just the two of us. No one will find us here, we’ll be okay, and we’ll be together, that’s all that matters.”

“You’re crazy if you think I still love you after all this…”

“Don’t say that… I know you love me…”

“I don’t know you…”

“…”

You could see the heartbreak in Jun’s eyes, and it terrified you. He was acting like a total psycho, yet it seemed like his feelings for you were sincere. It made you wonder if he was always like this, if you had never known this side to him. Although the answer was clear as day now. He had always been so clingy, never really letting you go out without him, and even when you did, he’d check in every hour or more. You were so blinded by love you couldn’t see the warning signs, no one around you really did.

“Liar… you’re a fucken liar! You think you can just throw away all those years of our love! All your stupid so-called friends have been feeding you lies! Taking you away from me when I’m the only person you need! Because of them you were in the hospital! Because… you called them… you were the one… you betrayed me!”

“Then just kill me already! I’d rather be dead than be locked up with you!”

“You don’t mean that!”

“If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself!”

“Liar! You… you… if you don’t love me anymore, then I can’t let you love another! It’s only me!”

“What-”

In the heat of the moment Jun wrapped his hands around your throat and started to squeeze. You didn’t register what he was doing at first until you found it difficult to breathe. You reached up to get him off, but he didn’t budge.

“Ju… Jun… Jun…”

“You’re mine, and only mine!”

“… jun…”

You couldn’t hold out for long, the edges of your vision going black. You said you’d kill yourself just to get away from him, but you didn’t think he’d do it himself. The lack of oxygen weakened you by the second, so you stopped fighting all together and just let it happen. This may not be how you pictured your end, but you’d take it if it meant freedom. Jun didn’t let up either, not until you stopped moving. Then he realized what he had done.

“Y/n… y/n! Y/n, wake up! Wake up, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, please, y/n, wake up!”

Jun shook your body, quick to begin CPR, and not stopping until you took in a breath. He was so relieved, and held you tightly, weeping into your chest.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… please forgive me…”

You could barely make out his words as you were taking in life again. Relieved and disappointed all at once. Silent tears slid down your cheeks as you were left to wallow in your meaningless future.

❤

Jun couldn’t apologize enough for his actions, but he vowed to treat you with such care. Although that was difficult as you were still upset with you. He struggled to get you to eat, or even look at him. He may not have access to the medicine he gave you before, but your lack of nutrition was making you weak.

“My love, you have to eat.”

“…”

“I won’t let you die like this, so please, you have to keep up your strength.”

At times he’d have to force feed you, even if a bit, just to make sure he wouldn’t lose you. Still, he could see such emptiness in those eyes, and it pained him dearly. No matter what he did, it seemed like that spark was gone. You on the other hand truly felt like a living corpse, but a part of you still thought of escaping. It took days, maybe even weeks, it was hard to tell time anymore, before you found your chance. The chain only ever came off when you needed to take a bath, so that was your time to act.

When you had the chance you shoved Jun out of the bathroom and quickly locked the door behind him. He immediately panicked, but you focused on what you needed to do. You only had a bit of time, and your strength wasn’t what it used to be. You turned on the shower head, trying to fill the tub faster, grabbing a bunch of things and throwing them into the water all together, splashing it around a bit to give the illusion you were attempting to drown yourself. You heard the panic in his voice, knowing he was putting together pieces you had laid out, so now was your chance.

There was a small window in the bathroom, one you had never seen locked. It was just big enough for you to squeeze through, even if it would be painful. You forced it open and began to crawl through, grateful you were on the ground floor. Once you were outside you didn’t hesitate to get up and run. You weren’t trying to go far, you didn’t have the time for that, so the plan was to go to the neighbors for help. You saw a light on in one of the houses down the street and ran over to it, frantically banging on the wall and asking for help. Soon enough there was an answer and you let yourself in, telling the home owners to call the police, that you had escaped from your captor.

You were glad they believed you, and you stayed with them, out of sight, until the police showed up. Of course you had been missing this whole, so your escape brought relief to many around you. Although you had been worried about Jun escaping, the police had him in custody, and you saw him being taken into the back of a police car. That is until he saw you and went ballistic. He got away from the officers holding him and made a run for you. Thankfully he didn’t get close, but the possibility itself terrified you.

“Y/n! You’re okay! You scared me back there! Please, baby, tell them there’s been some mistake! Y/n! Y/n, look at me! Y/n!”

You hid behind a friend of yours that showed up, keeping your tears to yourself and trying to ignore his words. You were trembling, just wanting everything to stop. It wasn’t until you were told he was gone that you could lift your head. Relief washed over you, and you were properly taken care of from there. He didn’t get bail this time, just kept locked up until the trial. Now you were dreading that, not wanting to see him again, but you had no choice if you wanted to make sure he was behind bars. Although sadly that didn’t go to plan.

His lawyer pleaded insanity, going over all the things he had done to you, and stating how that proved Jun was mentally unwell. His behavior at the trial certainly convinced everyone else too. The whole time he couldn’t keep his eyes on you, on occasion whispering your name and an apology. Asking if you were alright, if you had eaten, completely ignoring the trial itself. Everything he did to you was out of love, even you couldn’t deny that, and his lawyer used that to his advantage. In the end he got a proper diagnosis and was sent to a mental asylum for treatment. That wasn’t really what you wanted, but as long as he was away from you and couldn’t hurt anyone, it was good.

You couldn’t really go back to the place you called home. You did try, but he was everywhere, not to mention the letters you received practically every day. If you truly wanted to get better you had to move on with your life, move on from him. So you did. You sold the house and got your own apartment, moving away and losing some friends along the way. You had to do what was best for you. It took a while, but you slowly started living again, but your heart remained still. After all that, you couldn’t possibly trust anyone with it ever again.

❤

“Hm… there really is nothing…” Choi said. “I kinda expected… something…”

“I guess she really hates him.” Kim added. “You know that boy never shut up about you, kinda feel bad for the sucker now.”

Your head was pounding, so many memories being dragged to the surface at once, you could barely make sense of the present.

“… who… who are… you… really…”

“No one important. We’ll keep an eye on you though.” Choi stated “Jun is bound to find you.”

“No… no, please…”

“Don’t worry. We won’t let him get you, we just want him back in his cage.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing to worry about. Let’s go.”

You felt something get take off your head, the static feeling finally starting to fade away. You could see the other two making their way to the door, and you tried to get up, but ultimately collapsed to your knees. You heard the door open, and then there was a crash. Kim landed next to you, knocked out from the impact. You were starting to get your stability back, looking up to see an impossible sight before you. Choi was dangling in the air, clawing at his throat, struggling to breath. You thought you were still delicious, moreso when you saw a third party in your apartment. The figure stepped closer and closer, ultimately coming into the light and making your eyes go wide.

“… no… no, no, no… it can’t be…”

“… how… how did you…” Choi choked out. “… how…”

“It was easy.” Jun laughed. “I saw you scoping out my old home, and I followed you from there. I knew you’d lead me right to her, so it was a matter of waiting.”

The gentlemen in the air suddenly flew out the window, making you scream and cover your head. You then heard footsteps approach, crushing glass along the way. You were too scared to look, wanting to believe this was all just another nightmare. Your desires didn’t do anything for you as you felt a hand grab your chin and force your gaze to meet theirs.

“Found you… I finally found you, my love.”

“… you… you’re not real… you can’t…”

“Sh, I know it’s shocking. I can’t quite believe you’re real either, but you are, and so am I.”

“… no…”

“My poor baby, you must have missed me so much. I know things didn’t go well last time, but this time it will be perfect. You and I-”

Kim had regained consciousness, immediately drawing his firearm, only for his weapon to suddenly be pointed up, and all rounds emptied into the ceiling. You screamed after the first shot and covered your ears.

“You dare to try and hurt my lover?!”

“Subject 074, you’re to return to containment!”

“I didn’t escape, just to go back. I will thank you for the blessing though.”

Once the gunshots had stopped, you took a moment to settle down. Whatever this was, you couldn’t stay, so when you had the chance you ran for the door. You only took a few steps before you lost your footing and found yourself floating up in the air. You screamed over the sudden levitation, not understanding what was happening.

“I’m sorry love, I know this must all be so scary and confusing, but I can explain.”

“… pu… put me down…”

“Of course.”

You tried to run away, but the door slammed in your face. Even though it wasn’t locked you couldn’t get it open, as if something heavy was blocking it. You eventually gave up and collapsed to the floor curling up and shutting your eyes. You heard footsteps approaching, flinching when you felt a hand on your head.

“Sh, sh, my baby, everything’s going to be okay, I’m back now.”

“No… no you can’t… the police…”

“They can’t keep me away from you, no one can.” Jun smiled. “I should get rid of our uninvited guest first though.”

You didn’t know what that meant, but you made the mistake of looking over as Kim was also tossed out the window. You hid your face again, starting to sob. This was the worst nightmare you had ever had.

“We should probably go somewhere else.”

You suddenly began to feel dizzy, as if the ground beneath you was moving. You opened your eyes, confirming that wasn’t the case, but not feeling well regardless. Jun watched you with a fond smile on his face, petting your head some more and softly cooing you to sleep. For whatever reason you couldn’t resist, not even if the adrenaline of all these events should keep you awake. The last thing you saw was Jun’s wicked smile, hoping this was all just a dream.

❤

You woke up peacefully, hoping to find yourself in bed, but that wasn’t the case. You sat up and found yourself in some kind of glass cage. There was no top, but the walls were too high, and there was no way for you to climb out. Around you there was nothing but darkness, and you thought you were alone until Jun showed his face.

“There you are.”

“… no… no you can’t… you’re not… this is just another dream… just another bad dream…”

“Oh, did you dream about me? I did too. Both at night and during the day. I missed you so dearly my love I was going insane.” Jun laughed. “I guess my love for you did work in my favor.”

You were still uncertain about this whole thing, but you were so confused more than anything. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore, nothing at all, but something was very different about him, very wrong.

“How… how did you escape… you’re supposed to be… medicated and… and…”

“Out of my mind? Please, I was never sick to begin with, so there was nothing to treat. Everyone thought my love for you was psycho, but they were wrong, even you.”

“… me?”

“You couldn’t understand that everything I did for you was because I loved you, because I had to protect you.”

“That wasn’t love…”

“Not what most would think, but that’s the only thing that dictated my actions.” Jun came up to the glass, a deranged look on his face. “I love you, y/n, always. Now we can finally be together, and no one can ever take you away from me.”

“No… no this isn’t right, this isn’t love.”

“Silence!” Jun took a breath. “Everyone always says that, but they’d happily use it to their advantage. You know a lot’s been happening these last couple of months.”

Even if you were scared, there were still things you wanted to say. Although now they all seemed to be stuck in your throat.

“At first I was in that asylum. Taking pills and talking to doctors, everyone trying to fix me, but you can’t fix what isn’t broken. Then they came along… I know what you might be thinking, who, but even I don’t know that. What I do know is they took me somewhere else, somewhere special. They said I was special, that I had great potential. I think it was just cause I appeared crazier than the others, but that’s when the real fun began. Needles, and drugs, and blood, and pills, and torture… I was their human lab rat… for what I’m not sure, but I can’t deny the results.”

Jun started laughing again, and then you began to notice things start to float up in the air. He knew you were watching, so he began to make the items move around with ease. Then it finally clicked, this was all his doing.

“Power, like nothing else. Telekinesis, that’s what they call it. Isn’t it cool? The power to move things with my mind. They were certainly happy with me, telling me I was a good investment, wanting to move on to the next phase, but I only cared about one thing, you. It honestly wasn’t that hard to escape, they doubted my skills, not to mention my other powers.”

In the blink of an eye Jun disappeared, and then he stood right before you, inside that glass cage with you. He quickly cornered you, keeping you pressed up against the glass and pinned by his own body. He had that devilish smile on his lips, and you wanted to look away but he grabbed your chin.

“They were really no match for me. The only hard part was finding you again. You completely disappeared, leaving behind no real trace. I guess I got lucky seeing those two snooping around. I would have found you anyway, but they sped up the process.” Jun stared at you fondly. “It’s good to see life in those eyes again. I missed it.”

“…”

“Ah, right, the other thing. You can speak your mind love.”

It was a strange feeling, this heaviness in your chest suddenly disappearing. Your throat didn’t feel constricted anymore, so you tried speaking, surprising yourself with the results.

“Who are you…”

“Jun, Wen Junhui, the one and only.”

“You’re lying…”

Jun sighed. “This again. Why do you lie to yourself, are you so afraid of loving me?”

“You’re not Jun.”

“Of course I am.”

His lips were suddenly pressed against yours, kissing you deeply, kissing you with hunger. Despite everything you had said so far, you couldn’t deny the familiarity you felt. When he pulled away you were both out of breath, but he was far from done with you. He latched onto your throat, kissing and sucking on your skin, marking you up in ways no one had in so long. You couldn’t resist it, not having felt this way in months, not having been touched in such a manner either.

While Jun’s lips were on your neck, his hands were running down the side of your body, caressing you and squeezing. They wrapped around your waist and then moved down to grab your ass, making you jump, and he chuckled, calling you cute, but continuing. His hands began to tug down your pants, and you tried to stop him, only to have your hands slapped away. He bit down hard on your shoulder, giving you a warning to behave.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you baby, and I know you’ve been yearning for me too.”

“No… no… you-”

“Your body doesn’t lie.” Jun hissed. “Just relax baby and let me take care of you.”

You felt like you were melting under his touch. Every little skin to skin contact sending sparks across your body. Once he had access he didn’t waste any time to grab your crotch, starting to rub you through your panties. You bit your lip to hide your moan, only for him to notice and kiss you. Forcing your lips to part and making you moan into his mouth.

“That’s my girl.”

Jun was just as impatient as you, soon enough moving your panties aside and teasing your core directly. He began to rub your clit, sending more tingles down your spine, and when he pushed a finger into you without warning you threw your head back. You nearly hit the glass but Jun moved you forward just enough to miss it. He loved the look on your face, especially knowing he was the cause of it. He just wanted to see more and more of it, having had his imagination for the past few months, and now finally having you in his grasp again.

You were too focused on your own pleasure to remember the circumstances of your situation. Not having felt this way in so long, you were easily giving in to your carnal pleasures. It also didn’t help that Jun knew, and knew exactly what to do to make you his. Your body began to move in rhythm with his, your hips moving on their own, and your hands mindlessly looking for what you wanted. Jun was a step ahead of you, already having his pants at his ankles, making it easy for you to grip his cock. He let out a groan when you wrapped your hand around him.

“You really did miss me, you can’t lie.”

“Just… just shut up… and…”

“Fuck you?” Jun chuckled. “Anything for you.”

He got sloppy fingering you, just wanting to get you ready as fast as possible, but he couldn’t hold out for long. Whatever bits of clothing you had that constricted his access to you were torn up, and soon enough your legs were wrapped around his waist.

“You want me baby?”

“Hm… yes, please…”

“You gotta say the magic word.”

“Please…”

“Nope, you gotta tell me what you want, and from who.”

“You… I want you to fuck me, please…”

“And what’s my name? What’s the name of your lover? The name of the one who owns our heart? The name I haven’t heard in so long.”

“… Jun…”

“Who?”

“Jun, please, please… fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

He wasn’t going to tease you any longer, and ready or not, you were going to take everything. In a swift motion he pushed into you, making you cry out his name in ecstasy. You had been stretched out like that in so long, and no one else besides Jun ever had the pleasure of doing so. He gave you a tiny moment to feel him before his basic instincts took over and he began to move. He was relentless, making up for lost time with each thrust, and making your eyes roll to the back of your head every time. His name spilled out of your mouth like a confession and a prayer all in one. Soon enough there was nothing in your head but him and what he was doing to you.

As Jun got close to the edge he held you tighter, keeping you right where he wanted with ease. Although he wanted you to climax first, pressing you against the glass and using a free hand to rub your clit. He didn’t need to play with you for long before your vision went white and your body shook for him, squeezing him tighter and pushing him to his own climax. You could feel the warmth inside you growing and growing, feel him throb inside you. It brought tears to your eyes, reminding you of everything you had missed. Your body was spent, but Jun was far from done with you.

He stayed put inside you, gently rocking his hips and making you tremble with the tiniest of movements. You could feel him getting hard again, knowing what came next and that you were powerless to stop him. He had a lot to make up for, and a lot of frustrations to get out. He worked you over for your second climax, and third, and fourth, and then it all blurred together into one. Somehow you could take, even if you felt like your body was way past its limit. Something in your mind keeping you in that perpetual state of bliss. You had lost count of how many times Jun spilled his seed inside you, but you could feel the overflow, and it was so nice.

“Had enough yet, baby girl?”

“Hm… I… I…”

“You don’t know? Did my precious girl get stupid on my cock?”

“…”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Why don’t you close your eyes and take a nap for me love, I got you.”

Just as quick as you found yourself floating in a sea of bliss, you felt a calm darkness wash over you. The exhaustion made it so easy to just pass out by his words.

❤

“Wake up, y/n.”

You inhaled softly as you opened your eyes, still in an unfamiliar area. You looked around, seeing some sort of lab equipment around, but nothing you really recognized. Then you realized you were strapped down in this metal chair, something similar to what you’d find at the dentist’s office. You tried pulling on the restraints, but it was no use. Your body ached with exhaustion over the previous events. Which brought it all to the forefront of your mind, making your eyes go wide. You couldn’t believe that after all this time you had merely let Jun take you like that. You barely even put up a fight.

“Don’t beat yourself over that.”

“Huh?”

“I might have cheated there. I need you exhausted for this next part, and I figured I could kill two birds with one stone.”

“What are you talking about…”

“It felt good though, better than before, right? I know your memory might be fuzzy, but I promise it was way better. And we can do it again, and again, in the future.”

“What is this… what are you doing…”

“Right. That. I mentioned I had other powers besides telekinesis. You saw me teleport, so care to guess what the other one is?”

“…”

“Telepathy.”

You screamed upon hearing his voice inside your head, pulling on the restraints again in a frantic panic.

“Easy there, easy. I’m not gonna do anything bad.”

“You… you manipulated me back there! You made me-”

“Oh please, you know you want me, and no one else. I was just making sure you felt extra good. Telepathy can be so fun when you figure out how to manipulate the brain.”

“Get out of my head!”

“You wound me with your words, but I forgive you. I’m gonna make it all better.”

“You psycho!”

“Everyone keeps calling me that, but what are you going to do? Even if you’re upset with me, that doesn’t change the fact you’re tired, and I can do what needs to be done.”

“Wot… what is that?”

“Fix us. Fix you.”

“What!?”

“It’s simple really. I’m just going to get rid of all the bad things, and only leave the good. Remove that terrible night where everything went wrong and go from there.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Yes I can. It’s all I ever wanted to do since that day, and now I have the power to do just that.” Jun came over to pet your head. “It won’t hurt at all, just a fuzzy little tingle while we talk and get things straight.”

“… no… stay out of my head!”

“Don’t be scared, I’m going to put everything back in place, and we’ll both be together again, like nothing ever happened.”

“Don’t… don’t, please…”

“Sh.” Jun kissed your head softly. “I’m gonna fix our love.”

(II)

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