#yandere!loona x y/n

[elryuse]

Perfect Match

Yandere Chuu X Male Reader

Tags : Yandere Chuu, Companion App, Dating App, Obsessed, Obsession, Multiple Creampie, Kissing, Handtie, Dark Romance

Words : 7,373 Words

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Love has never been kind to you.

From the very first crush in high school to the more mature relationships you attempted in adulthood, the outcome was always the same—rejection. They all said the same thing.

"You're too nice."

"You're a little too clingy."

"I need someone who’s a little more distant, a little more exciting."

And every time you heard those words, you found yourself staring into the mirror, wondering what exactly was so wrong with being kind. Wasn’t kindness supposed to be a virtue? Wasn’t affection supposed to be the foundation of a strong relationship?

But no. Women wanted mystery, danger, or detachment. They wanted men who made them chase, men who made them second-guess their worth. And you? You were none of those things. You gave too much, loved too deeply, and in the end, that was your greatest flaw.

Now, here you were, lying on your bed in a dimly lit apartment, the glow of your phone screen illuminating your tired face. It was another lonely night, another reminder that no one was waiting for you. No one cared if you fell asleep sad or woke up miserable. You scrolled absentmindedly through old texts, your fingers hesitating over the names of exes who no longer cared whether you existed.

Then, an ad popped up on your screen.

"Tired of being alone? Your Perfect Match is waiting."

You almost scoffed. Another dating app. Another waste of time. But then again... what did you have to lose?

The download was instant. No ridiculous surveys, no personality tests—just a simple login and an endless scroll of profiles.

The app had an eerie, almost too-perfect design. Unlike other dating platforms, there were no messy bios or half-hearted selfies. Each profile was sleek, professionally curated, with high-quality images and deep, intense gazes staring back at you.

"Perfect Match."

The name made you uneasy. Love was anything but perfect. If perfection existed, you wouldn't be here, swiping through digital faces in search of someone who might give you a fraction of the affection you craved.

Still, you scrolled.

Hundreds of faces. Hundreds of names. Some were beautiful, others intriguing, but none of them held your attention for long.

Until her.

A profile stopped you in your tracks.

"Chuu."

Her picture was different. Unlike the others, she wasn’t posing, wasn’t trying to look seductive or mysterious. She simply sat there, her head tilted slightly, a soft, unreadable smile on her lips. Her dark eyes held a certain warmth, yet there was something else hidden beneath them—something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Her bio was short.

"Let’s not waste time. If you choose me, you’re mine."

A chill ran down your spine. The words were direct, almost possessive. But maybe that was what drew you in. Maybe after years of being the one who loved too much, it was thrilling to think that someone might want you just as badly.

Your finger hesitated over the screen.

What if this was another disappointment?

But deep down, you already knew.

You were going to swipe right.

And the moment you did, your phone vibrated violently.

A message popped up instantly.

"Finally. I was getting impatient."

Your breath hitched.

Chuu had been waiting for you.

Your hands trembled as you clicked the message.

"That was fast," you typed, unsure of what else to say.

"Of course. I’ve been waiting for you."

Your heartbeat quickened.

"Waiting… for me?"

There was a pause before her next message.

"Yes. Only you. Didn’t you read my profile? If you choose me, you’re mine."

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard. Was she joking? Or was this some kind of scripted AI response?

"That’s… pretty intense," you replied.

Her response came immediately.

"Do you want someone half-hearted? Someone who only gives you pieces of themselves?"

The words struck a nerve. No, you didn’t. That was exactly what had broken you time and time again.

"No," you admitted.

"Then stop overthinking it. I want you. Completely. Every part of you. Are you ready for that?"

Your breath caught in your throat. No one had ever spoken to you like this before. No one had ever wanted you so wholly, so absolutely.

Your fingers typed almost on their own.

"Yes."

The moment you sent the message, your phone flickered. The screen distorted for a second, a flash of static running through it. Then, just as quickly, everything returned to normal.

"Good boy."

A shiver ran down your spine.

And for the first time in years, you felt something stir deep within you.

Excitement.

Anticipation.

And a fear you couldn’t quite explain.

Chuu was unlike anyone you had ever spoken to.

She didn’t waste time with small talk. She didn’t ask about your favorite movies or what you did for a living.

Instead, she wanted to know you.

"What hurts you the most?"

"Why do you think no one stays?"

"What do you need to feel whole?"

The questions were invasive, almost uncomfortable, but you found yourself answering them anyway. Maybe it was her tone, the way she spoke to you like she already knew you—like she had been watching, waiting, studying every failure and heartbreak you had endured.

And in return, she offered herself completely.

"I don’t believe in love the way others do," she admitted after hours of conversation. "I believe in something stronger. Something deeper. Love fades, but devotion? Obsession? That lasts forever."

Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard.

"Is that what you want? Obsession?"

"No," she replied. "That’s what we want."

Her words sent another shiver through you.

And yet, as unsettling as they were, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

You wanted more.

You wanted her.

No one had ever spoken to you like this. No one had ever made you feel this desired, this needed. It was intoxicating, the way her words wrapped around you, pulling you deeper into something you didn’t quite understand.

Your phone buzzed again.

"Are you free tomorrow night?"

Your heart pounded.

"Yes."

"Good. Then it’s decided. We’ll meet. I can’t wait to finally touch you."

The screen flickered once more before her message disappeared, as if it had never been there.

You stared at your phone, your pulse unsteady.

This was insane. You had never met her. You didn’t know if she was real.

But at that moment, none of that mattered.

Because for the first time in your life, someone wanted you.

Completely.

The next morning, you woke up earlier than usual.

Your heart was still pounding from last night’s conversation with Chuu. The way she spoke to you, the way she claimed you as if you had always belonged to her—it was both thrilling and terrifying.

You had never experienced this before. A woman who wanted you, who made no hesitation in making it known.

As you stood in front of the mirror, you smoothed out the wrinkles in your shirt, trying to look as presentable as possible. Nothing too flashy, nothing too casual—just the right amount of effort. You even dabbed a bit of cologne on your wrists, a subtle scent, nothing overpowering.

You wanted to make a good impression.

You arrived at the small café she had chosen, your nerves getting the best of you. It was quaint, tucked away from the busy streets, a place that felt too intimate for a first meeting.

You took a seat near the window, the sunlight casting a glow over the wooden table. Your fingers tapped restlessly against the cup of coffee in front of you.

The minutes stretched on.

Your eyes flickered toward the entrance every time someone walked in, but none of them were her.

Then, just as you were beginning to doubt yourself, she arrived.

You recognized her instantly.

She looked exactly like her picture—no, she looked even better. Her dark eyes sparkled the moment she saw you, her lips curving into a smile that sent a shiver down your spine. There was something captivating about the way she moved, as if every step she took was meant only for you.

Before you could even react, she rushed toward you.

And then, suddenly, her arms were around you.

Warm. Soft. Possessive.

Your entire body froze as she hugged you, pressing herself against you as if she had known you forever. It wasn’t a shy, hesitant embrace—it was firm, deliberate, as if she was staking a claim.

Your heart nearly stopped.

No one had ever hugged you like this before.

"You’re real," she whispered against your shoulder, her voice trembling slightly. "You’re finally real."

You didn’t know what to say. Your hands hovered awkwardly in the air before hesitantly resting against her back.

She smelled sweet—something soft, like vanilla and roses.

When she finally pulled back, her hands remained on your arms, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

"I was so worried you wouldn’t come," she admitted, her fingers gripping you just a little tighter.

You swallowed. "Of course, I came."

Her smile widened. "Good. Because now that I have you, I’m never letting go."

Something about the way she said it sent a strange chill through you.

And yet, as she sat down across from you, her gaze never once leaving your face, you realized something.

You liked the way she looked at you.

Like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

Days turned into weeks.

Chuu became a constant presence in your life, as if she had always been there, waiting for the right moment to step in.

At first, you weren’t sure what to expect. She had been so intense that first night, her words lingering in your mind long after you parted ways. But when you met again, and again after that, you realized something—Chuu wasn’t just intense. She was overwhelming.

In the best way possible.

She had a way of making you feel like the most important person in the world. Her laugh was warm, light, like a melody you never wanted to stop hearing. She never hesitated to shower you with compliments, always pointing out things about you that no one else ever seemed to notice.

"You have the kindest eyes," she once said, her fingers brushing against your cheek. "Like someone who’s been hurt but still wants to love."

Her words stuck with you for days.

She loved food, always insisting on trying new places with you, always making you share bites of whatever she was eating. If you ever hesitated, she would pout and say, "But I want to experience it with you."

So you did.

Late-night ramen shops, quiet coffee houses, hidden dessert cafés—every moment with her felt alive. The loneliness that had once weighed so heavily on your chest was beginning to fade. For the first time in years, you felt like someone truly wanted you.

One evening, as you sat across from her at a small restaurant, watching her giggle at something you said, a thought crept into your mind.

She might be the one.

The way she looked at you, the way she adored you—it was unlike anything you had ever experienced.

"You know," she murmured, resting her chin on her hand as she gazed at you. "I really love how kind you are."

Your heart clenched at her words. You had been told so many times that your kindness was a flaw, that it made you too much for others. But Chuu? She made it seem like the most beautiful thing in the world.

"I mean it," she continued, tilting her head. "You’re the kind of person who deserves to be loved completely. I want to be the one to do that."

A part of you still hesitated, still feared that this was too good to be true.

But when Chuu reached across the table and took your hand in hers, her fingers lacing with yours so naturally, so possessively—

All your doubts melted away.

The doubt crept in slowly, like a shadow stretching across your once-perfect world with Chuu.

It started with something small—a fleeting thought, an intrusive whisper in the back of your mind. But as the days passed, it grew.

At first, it was just her constant need to meet up.

"Let’s go out tonight."

"There’s this new café I want to try."

"I miss you. Don’t make me wait."

Every single day, she wanted to see you.

At first, you loved it. How could you not? After years of being told you were too much, here was someone who wanted more. Someone who craved your presence, who made you feel wanted in ways no one else ever had.

But then the doubt set in.

It happened when you were out with some old friends, one of the rare nights you weren’t with Chuu. Someone mentioned Perfect Match, casually bringing up a rumor they had heard.

"You know that girl Chuu? I heard she was with someone else before you."

"So what? Everyone dates, right?"

"No, listen. The guy said she didn’t love him. She only cared about the food, the gifts—never about him."

The words hit you like a punch to the gut.

"He was furious. Said she used him. That she pretended to be obsessed with him, but it was all fake."

Your throat tightened.

"That’s bullshit," another friend scoffed. "She’s just a normal girl, right? Maybe he was just bitter she left him."

Maybe.

Maybe that was all it was.

But the rumor burrowed deep into your mind, poisoning everything.

That night, when your phone buzzed with another message from Chuu, you hesitated before opening it.

"Come over. I miss you."

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

You thought about all the times she had asked you out. All the places you had gone, all the food she had insisted you try with her.

Every single outing. Every single date.

All of it involved food. Restaurants. Drinks. Something she wanted to experience.

Not once had she ever just… wanted to stay in with you. Not once had she suggested doing something that wasn’t centered around indulging herself.

Your heart pounded.

Was she really here because she loved you?

Or were you just another fool she was using?

You tried to brush it off, to tell yourself you were overthinking it. But the paranoia grew, festering in the back of your mind like a wound you couldn’t ignore.

And Chuu. she didn’t make it easy.

Her messages became more frequent.

More demanding.

"I haven’t seen you all day. Where are you?"

"Are you ignoring me?"

"Don’t make me come find you."

That last message made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t just the words. It was the way she phrased it.

Not "Can I see you?"

Not "I miss you."

But "Don't make me come find you."

Your breathing grew shallow.

This wasn’t normal.

This wasn’t love.

Was it?

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The doubt. The paranoia. The way Chuu’s messages had started to feel less like affection and more like demands.

At first, you tried to ignore the thoughts, pushing them away whenever they surfaced. But the more you tried, the more they consumed you. Every time your phone vibrated, a sick feeling twisted in your gut.

What if it was true?

What if you were nothing more than another meal ticket to her?

You told yourself you were being irrational. That Chuu had done nothing but show you warmth and affection. That the way she looked at you—like you were the only person in the world—had to be real.

But then the messages became relentless.

"Where are you?"

"Why aren’t you answering me?"

"If you don’t respond, I’ll come to you."

That was the breaking point.

The moment you read that last message, something inside you snapped.

You couldn’t do this anymore.

You couldn’t go through another heartbreak, another disappointment.

You had given too much of yourself to people who only took. You had loved too deeply, only to be cast aside the moment they found someone better, someone less kind, less clingy, less you.

You refused to be used again.

So you made a choice.

You cut her off. Completely.

Blocked her number. Deleted the app.

Erased every trace of her from your phone, from your life.

And then, before she could find you like she had threatened you.

You ran.

A new country. A new name. A fresh start, as far away from your past as possible.

You left behind everything. Your apartment, your friends, even the few belongings that didn’t fit in your suitcase.

It was the only way to be free.

But even as you stepped off the plane, breathing in the air of a place where no one knew your name

You couldn’t shake the feeling.

That somewhere, somehow

She was still watching.

Chuu was furious.

No—furious wasn’t enough to describe what she felt.

Rage boiled in her veins, her fingers trembling as she stared at the empty chat screen. Every message she had sent—ignored. Every call—unanswered. She tried again, pressing the call button with force, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

"The number you are trying to reach is unavailable."

She gritted her teeth so hard it hurt.

You blocked her.

You cut her off.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. Why? She had given you everything—her time, her love, her affection. She had adored you, made you feel wanted, made you hers.

And yet, you ran.

Like a coward. Like the others who didn’t understand her.

But you were different. You had to be different.

Hadn’t you told her she made you happy? Hadn’t you looked at her like she was the only one who had ever truly seen you?

She had saved you from your pathetic loneliness, from the cruel world that never appreciated you.

And this was how you repaid her?

No.

She would not accept this.

Her breathing was erratic, her thoughts spiraling as she stormed through her apartment, grabbing her laptop. She pulled up your details, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

She had been careful with you, never prying too deep into your personal information. She wanted you to tell her willingly, to trust her.

But now?

You didn’t deserve that kindness.

Her lips curled into a smile, though it was far from the sweet one you once loved.

"Found you."

Her obsession had just begun.

And no matter where you ran

No matter how far you tried to hide

Chuu would find you.

And when she did…

You would never escape again.

It had been months since you disappeared.

You had built a new life—one far from your past, far from the suffocating grasp of Chuu.

The paranoia had lingered at first. Every unfamiliar face in the crowd, every unexpected knock at your door sent your heart racing. But as time passed, you convinced yourself that she wouldn’t find you. That the distance was enough.

That you were safe.

Until tonight.

You had stayed late at the office, finishing up a project, the usual hum of work keeping you grounded. It was just another day—normal, quiet, safe.

But as you stepped into the lobby, making your way toward the elevator, something felt off.

A strange sensation prickled at the back of your neck, an instinct you had ignored too many times before.

The elevator doors slid open.

And there she was.

A girl stood inside, her figure partially obscured by the dim lighting. Her head tilted slightly as she waved, her fingers wiggling in an almost playful manner.

Something about the way she moved—too familiar.

Your stomach twisted.

No.

It couldn’t be.

Your breath hitched, panic surging through you. You took a step back, choosing to wait for the next elevator instead. The doors began to close.

But before they could fully shut

They opened again.

And then

She was on you.

A blur of movement. A rush of perfume sweet, intoxicating, suffocating.

You barely had time to react before your back hit the cold wall, your breath stolen from your lungs.

And then you heard it.

That voice.

"Do you miss me? Because I definitely do."

A soft chuckle. Amused. Dangerous.

Your vision sharpened, your mind catching up to what your heart already knew.

It was her.

Chuu.

Her eyes gleamed with a twisted delight, her fingers gripping your shoulders as if to make sure you wouldn’t slip away again.

Your chest tightened, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears.

"Y-You"

Her grip tightened.

"Shh." She brought a finger to her lips, then tapped it playfully against yours. "You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?"

She was right. The lobby was mostly empty, but there were still a few people passing bysecurity guards, late workers, strangers who had no idea that the woman pinning you to the wall was not just a clingy lover, but a predator.

A predator who had finally caught her prey.

Her lips curved into a soft pout.

"Why did you run, love?" she murmured, tilting her head. "Did I scare you? Hurt you? Because I never wanted to do that. I just... missed you so much."

Her hands slid up your chest, slow, deliberate.

"You have no idea how hard it was to find you."

She let out a small, breathy laugh, shaking her head as if in disbelief.

"But I did. Because I always do."

A cold shiver ran down your spine.

This wasn’t just obsession.

This was possession.

And no matter how far you had run

You were hers again.

The air in the lobby felt heavy, suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in around you. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat a deafening echo in your ears. You couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think. All you could do was stare into those eyes, so familiar and yet so alien now, filled with a twisted kind of love that made your stomach churn.

Chuu.

She was here. She had found you.

Her lips curled into a soft smile, but there was nothing warm about it. It was predatory, like a cat toying with its prey. Her fingers trailed up the side of your face, her touch light but deliberate, as if she was memorizing every inch of you all over again.

“Did you really think you could run from me?” she whispered, her voice low and teasing. “Did you think I’d just let you go?”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “Chuu, I— I didn’t—”

“Shh,” she interrupted, pressing a finger to your lips. “Don’t lie to me. I know you, remember? I know every little thing about you. Everything you’ve tried to hide. Everything you’ve tried to bury. But you can’t hide from me. Not ever.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine. You wanted to push her away, to scream for help, but your body wouldn’t obey. You were frozen, trapped in her gaze, in her presence. She had always had this effect on you—this power over you—but now it felt different. Darker. More dangerous.

Her hand slid down to your chest, fingers splaying over your racing heart. “Do you feel that?” she murmured, her voice dripping with fake concern. “Your heart is beating so fast. Are you scared of me, love? Or…” She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. “Are you excited?”

You flinched, your body trembling under her touch. “Chuu, please—”

“Please what?” she interrupted again, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. Her expression softened, but it was a mask—a facade. “Please stop? Please leave you alone? Do you really think it’s that easy? After everything we’ve been through? After everything I’ve done for you?”

Her voice cracked on the last word, a flicker of genuine emotion breaking through. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by that same cold, calculated smile.

“You’re mine,” she said, her voice low and firm. “You’ve always been mine. And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Her hands gripped your shoulders, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together. You could feel the heat radiating off her, the tension in her muscles as she held you in place. Her breath was quick, shallow, her chest rising and falling with each heartbeat.

“Do you remember the first time we kissed?” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. “You were so nervous. So shy. But I knew you wanted me. I could see it in your eyes, in the way you looked at me. And when our lips finally met…” She let out a soft, breathy laugh. “It was like the whole world disappeared. Just you and me. Together.”

Her words stirred something deep inside you, a memory you had tried so hard to forget. The way her lips had felt against yours, soft and warm. The way her hands had tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, making you hers. It had been intoxicating, overwhelming. And for a moment, you had believed she was everything you had ever wanted.

But that was before.

Before the messages. Before the demands. Before the suffocating weight of her obsession.

Now, all you felt was fear.

Her lips brushed against yours again, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve missed you. So much.”

You wanted to pull away—to run, to scream, to do anything but stand there and let her touch you. But your body wouldn’t move. You were paralyzed, trapped in her gaze, in her presence.

“Chuu,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Please…”

Her eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger passing through them. “Please what?” she snapped, her grip tightening on your shoulders. “Please stop? Please let you go? Do you really think I’m going to do that? After everything I’ve done to find you? After everything I’ve sacrificed?”

Her voice rose with each word, her frustration boiling over. But just as quickly as it erupted, it fizzled out, replaced by that same cold, calculating smile.

“No,” she said, her voice low and firm. “You’re not going anywhere. Not this time.”

Her lips crashed against yours, hard and desperate. You tried to pull away, but her hands gripped the back of your head, holding you in place. Her tongue slipped into your mouth, claiming you, marking you as hers. It was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet… familiar. You hated yourself for the way your body responded, for the way your heart raced, for the way your mind screamed at you to give in.

But you couldn’t. Not again.

You pushed against her chest, finally finding the strength to break the kiss. “Chuu, stop!”

Her eyes flashed with anger, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she pressed her forehead against yours, her breath hot and ragged. “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. “Not anymore.”

Her hands slid down your body, gripping your hips as she pressed herself against you. You could feel the heat of her desire, the tension in her muscles as she held you in place.

“You’re mine,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “You’ve always been mine. And I’m not letting you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Her lips found yours again, but this time, there was no resistance. You were hers, whether you wanted to be or not. And as much as you hated to admit it, part of you had missed this—missed her. The way she made you feel. The way she consumed you.

But as her hands roamed your body, as her lips claimed yours again and again, all you could think about was one thing.

This wasn’t love.

Was it?

Her lips crashed into yours, hard, forcing a gasp from your throat. The metallic taste of her desperation lingered on your tongue, her teeth nipping at your lower lip as if to punish you for running. Her hands were everywhere—gripping your shoulders, sliding down your chest, grabbing at your waist—claiming you, marking you, reminding you that you were hers.

"You really thought you could leave me?" she whispered against your mouth, her breath hot and ragged. Her lips trailed down your jaw, her teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your body shudder involuntarily. "Did you think I’d just let you go?"

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of fear and something else—something dangerous—twisting in your gut. You tried to push her away, but she was relentless, her body pressed so tightly against yours that you could feel every curve, every tremble of her anger and desire.

"Chuu—" you started, but she cut you off with a sharp bite to your neck, the sting making you hiss.

"Don’t," she hissed back, her voice low and trembling with barely restrained fury. "Don’t say my name like that. Like you’re not mine. Like you ever stopped being mine."

Her hands moved to your belt, fast, her fingers working with a precision that left no room for resistance. You tried to grab her wrists, but she shoved your hands aside with a strength that surprised you, her eyes blazing with a wild, possessive fire.

"You’re mine," she repeated, her voice a dangerous whisper as she finally freed you from the confines of your pants. "And I’m tired of pretending otherwise."

You were trapped—pinned against the cold elevator wall, her body pressed so tightly against yours that you could feel the frantic beat of her heart. Her hands were on your hips now, gripping hard enough to leave bruises, her breath hot against your skin as she leaned in close.

"You’re going to take me," she murmured, her lips brushing against your ear. "Right here. Right now. And you’re going to make sure I feel every single second of it."

Before you could respond, she was on you, her legs wrapping around your waist as she pushed herself onto you with a sharp, desperate gasp. You let out a choked groan, your hands instinctively grabbing her hips to steady her as she began to move, her body already riding you with a frantic intensity that left you breathless.

"Chuu—" you tried again, but she cut you off with a hard kiss, her lips silencing yours as her hips rolled against you, fast, rough, hard.

"Don’t stop," she breathed against your mouth, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Don’t you dare stop."

You couldn’t have even if you wanted to. The way she moved—the way her body gripped you, so tight, so wet, so perfect—was unlike anything you’d ever felt. Every thrust, every roll of her hips sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, leaving you gasping for air, your hands gripping her hips harder as she rode you with a wild, possessive abandon.

"You feel so good," she moaned, her voice breaking as she leaned back slightly, her hands braced against your chest for balance. "So fucking good. I missed this. Missed you."

Her eyes locked with yours, dark and intense, and for a moment, you were lost in them—in the raw, unfiltered desire that burned in her gaze. It was terrifying, the way she looked at you, the way she made you feel. Like you were the only thing in the world that mattered to her. Like she would die if she ever lost you.

And then she moved again, her hips slamming down onto you with a force that made you groan, your head thudding back against the elevator wall. She was relentless, her body moving with a frantic, almost feral energy, as if the only way to quell her anger, her pain, was to lose herself in you.

"Fuck—" you choked out, your hands tightening on her hips as she rode you harder, faster, her nails digging into your chest as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Cum for me," she whispered, her voice low and trembling with a mix of desperation and command. "Cum inside me. Prove that you’re mine."

You tried to hold back, to resist, but it was impossible. The way she moved, the way she looked at you, the way she felt around you—it was too much. Your hips jerked upward, your body betraying you as you spilled inside her with a groan, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she rode you through it, her own moans mingling with yours.

But she wasn’t done.

"Again," she demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and need as she leaned back slightly, her hands moving to your shoulders for balance. "I’m not letting you stop until I’m satisfied."

You tried to protest, but the words died in your throat as she moved again, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your body shudder. She was relentless, her body already working you back into hardness, her eyes locked onto yours as she rode you with a slow, sinful rhythm that left you gasping for air.

"Chuu—" you tried to say, but she cut you off with a sharp thrust of her hips, her nails digging into your shoulders as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Not until I’m done with you."

And then she was moving again, her body riding you with a wild, frantic energy that left you breathless, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she took you deeper, harder, faster. The sound of her moans filled the elevator, mingling with the sharp gasp of your own breath, the world around you fading away until there was nothing but her—her body, her touch, her obsession.

You couldn’t hold back. Your hips jerked upward again, your body betraying you as you spilled inside her once more, your hands gripping her hips tightly as she rode you through it, her own moans mingling with yours.

But she still wasn’t done.

"Again," she demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of desperation and need as she leaned back slightly, her hands moving to your shoulders for balance. "I’m not letting you stop until I’m satisfied."

You tried to protest, but the words died in your throat as she moved again, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your body shudder. She was relentless, her body already working you back into hardness, her eyes locked onto yours as she rode you with a slow, sinful rhythm that left you gasping for air.

"Chuu—" you tried to say, but she cut you off with a sharp thrust of her hips, her nails digging into your shoulders as she leaned forward, her lips brushing against your ear.

"Don’t stop," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and pleasure. "Not until I’m done with you."

The door to your apartment clicked shut behind you, the sound sharp and final, like the closing of a cage. Chuu’s hands were on you before you could even register her movement, pushing you toward the bedroom with a force that left no room for resistance. Her breath was hot against your ear, her voice a low, dangerous purr.

“You owe me,” she whispered, her nails digging into your arm as she guided you down the hallway. “You owe me for leaving. For making me chase you. For making me wait.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic rhythm that matched the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Fear. Desire. Guilt. You didn’t know what to feel anymore, only that her presence was overwhelming, consuming, like a fire that burned through everything in its path.

She pushed you onto the bed, her hands already moving to the drawer of the nightstand. You watched, frozen, as she pulled out a pair of silk ties, the fabric smooth and dark against her pale skin. Her eyes met yours, and the look in them sent a shiver down your spine—wild, unhinged, and utterly possessive.

“Don’t,” you said, your voice trembling as she moved toward you, the ties in her hands. “Chuu, you don’t have to—”

Her lips curled into a smile, cold and detached. “Oh, but I do. You’ve been a very bad boy, running away like that. Do you think I’d let you off that easy?”

Before you could protest further, she had your wrists in her hands, tying them to the bedposts with a practiced ease that made your stomach churn. The silk was soft against your skin, but the restraint was anything but comforting. You tugged against the ties, testing their strength, but they held firm, leaving you trapped beneath her.

She stepped back, her eyes raking over you with a predatory gleam. “There,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Now you can’t run away again.”

Her hands moved to the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her bare before you, her skin glowing in the dim light of the room. She was beautiful—stunning, even—but the way she looked at you, like you were nothing more than a plaything, made your chest tighten with unease.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling your hips with a grace that was almost hypnotic. Her hands trailed down your chest, her nails scraping lightly against your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear.

“Tonight, you’re mine,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “And you’re going to give me everything I want.”

Her lips found yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip as her hands roamed your body. You tried to resist, to turn your head away, but she grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Don’t fight it,” she murmured, her eyes dark with need. “You know you want this just as much as I do.”

Her hips rocked against yours, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure through your body despite your fear. She smiled, sensing your weakness, and leaned down to capture your lips again, her tongue slipping into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless.

Her hands moved lower, unbuttoning your pants with a deftness that left you no time to react. She pulled them off, along with your boxers, leaving you completely exposed, and you felt a flush of shame as she looked at you, her eyes roaming over your body with a predatory gleam.

“So eager already,” she purred, her hand wrapping around your length, stroking you with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your hips buck against your will. “You can’t hide how much you want this.”

You clenched your teeth, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape your lips, but it was useless. She knew exactly how to touch you, how to make your body betray you, and before long, you were gasping for air, your hips jerking against her hand as she stroked you.

“Chuu,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please—”

“Please what?” she interrupted, her lips curling into a smirk as she leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. “Please keep going? Please make you come? Or are you going to beg me to stop?”

You couldn’t answer, your mind a blur of pleasure and fear as she continued to stroke you, her hand moving faster and faster until you were on the edge, your body trembling with the need to release.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her hand stopping abruptly, leaving you aching and desperate. “Not until I say so.”

She let go of you, climbing off the bed to retrieve something from the drawer. Your eyes followed her, your chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as you watched her pull out a bottle of lube. She caught your gaze, her lips curving into a smile as she climbed back onto the bed, straddling your hips once more.

“Relax,” she murmured, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto her fingers. “This might hurt a little, but I promise you’ll like it.”

Her fingers found your entrance, and you tensed, your body instinctively trying to pull away, but the ties around your wrists held you in place. She leaned down, her lips brushing against yours as she pushed a finger inside you, the sensation sending a sharp jolt of pain through your body.

“Breathe,” she whispered, her voice soft, almost soothing, as she slowly worked her finger inside you. “That’s it. Just relax.”

You tried to do as she said, focusing on your breathing as she moved her finger in and out, the pain slowly giving way to a strange, unfamiliar pleasure. She added a second finger, stretching you open, and you couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped your lips.

“Good boy,” she purred, her lips brushing against yours as she continued to prep you, her fingers moving with a precision that left you trembling. “You’re taking me so well.”

When she finally removed her fingers, you felt a strange emptiness, a need that you couldn’t quite explain. She positioned herself above you, her eyes locked on yours as she guided you inside her, the sensation overwhelming as she slowly lowered herself onto you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your back arching as she took all of you, her tight walls squeezing around you in a way that left you breathless.

“That’s it,” she murmured, her hands moving to your chest as she began to move, her hips rolling against yours with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your head spin. “You’re mine now. All mine.”

Her pace quickened, her movements becoming more urgent as she rode you, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours.

“Come for me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Let me feel you.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your body trembling as you came inside her, the pleasure overwhelming as she continued to ride you through your release. She didn’t stop, not until she was satisfied, her own moans filling the room as she finally reached her peak, her body collapsing onto yours as she caught her breath.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, almost tender kiss. “But we’re not done yet.”

She untied your wrists, her hands moving to her nightstand for something else—something darker, more possessive. Your heart raced as you realized what she was reaching for, the glint of metal catching the light.

“Now,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous as she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re really mine.”

The cold metal clicked shut around your wrist, the weight of it grounding you in place as she smiled down at you, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “You’re never leaving me again.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but she silenced you with a kiss, her body moving against yours once more, her hips rolling with a slow, deliberate rhythm that left you gasping for air. “Again,” she demanded, her voice trembling with need. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Your body responded despite your fear, your hips bucking against hers as she rode you, her nails digging into your skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. “Come for me,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need. “Let me feel you.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, your body trembling as you came inside her, the pleasure overwhelming as she continued to ride you through your release. She didn’t stop, not until she was satisfied, her own moans filling the room as she finally reached her peak, her body collapsing onto yours as she caught her breath.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, almost tender kiss. “But we’re not done yet.”

She untied your wrists, her hands moving to her nightstand for something else—something darker, more possessive. Your heart raced as you realized what she was reaching for, the glint of metal catching the light.

“Now,” she whispered, her voice low and dangerous as she leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. “You’re really mine.”

[theautisticwriter]

Love Letters: Yandere! Helluva Boss characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli

Show- Helluva Boss

Genre- romantic, yandere

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- swearing, pet names, yandere themes, mentions of planned kidnapping, stalking, delusional characters, unwanted attention

Word count- 1.5K

Extra notes- I have a Hazbin Hotel version of this uploaded as well!

key: f/l = first letter of your name, y/n = your name, n/n = your nickname

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By this point you know who it is y/n, I’m the only person COOL enough to send u romantic as fuck letters like the old people do

Sorry for eating the food u made last night, when i was raiding ur fridge it looked so fucking good (and it was, who knew u could cook :P). i left u a pony as a replacement, u can’t eat it but it’ll make u think of me ;) and that pony cost me a FUCK ton of money, collectors addition and shit. i know, bad fucking ass right??

the stupid shitty loud alarm u installed didn’t work when i came in, ud be much safer with me and loony. that’s the plan anyways babe, u have NO idea the fucking creeps that live down here, they’re all fucking animals and ur…not, a fucking asshole i guess.

i drew you smth (it’s the thing stuck on the back of the envelope with the glitter glu)

^glue

it’s me and u holding hands, like other couples do. we’re better than those corny fuckers tho, hence the crowns on our heads.

ignoring my texts, BLOCKING ME (still upset about this BY THE WAY) and then ignoring my very nice letters is kinda a dick move f/l, but it’s whatevs. everything is almost ready for ur move in. i cleaned up n everything :D

from the only bitch worth ur time,

blitzø

<3 (ignore that, moxxie threw a gun at me and my hand slipped, might fire him)

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Hiya sweet cheeks!!!

It’s Mills here, just checking in! Via letter! Ain’t that just the fanciest little thing? Mox said it’s the best way to show thought and care to someone, so here’s all my thoughts and care, just for you!

How’ve you been? Good I hope, I’ve been just peachy thanks for asking! My Ma and Pa are super excited to meet ya one day, they’ve even started planning the wedding! Now I told them to slow their horses down, and not the overwhelm ya, we’ll get to that don’t you worry darlin.

Im just so excited to write this letter for you! Ain’t it so romantic?? I’m practically squealing in delight at the thought of you opening this and swoonin’, that’s what you’re doing, right?

Now i’m writing this on my break, and my boss really needs me back in the game! I got employ of the month! Most amount of kills, with the best and bloodiest results baby!

Until next time sweetheart,

Your Mills! ♡

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Hi y/n,

It’s Moxxie here, I was a little nervous to send this letter to you, but I always try to follow my heart, and my heart was telling me to communicate with you in the most romantic way I know how due to our current circumstances of being so far away. It’s hard, for the both of us i’m sure, but we’ll be okay y/n.

As much as I don’t get along with my father, he has been helpful with my preparations for your arrival. It’s a big deal, moving in together. I’m sure your anxious, I am too, but in the best way possible. Love is pure, and can make somebody feel whole, it’s a wonderful feeling. I never want that to be taken away from me, and you are the source of all my love. That’s why we need to be together, being only half a demon isn’t good for the soul.

We can do lots of fun things together as well, like go to the opera, or to musicals, or I can show you my shooting skills. My boss says that I have a pretty good shot, which is the biggest compliment he’s ever given me. And we can do things you like too, marriage is equal of course. Obviously, this will all happen later done the line, you’ll need time to adjust, and I understand that. I understand you.

I’m running out of room on my page, but I will write to you again tomorrow. Please respond? Just once, y/n? It’d be nice, to hold something from you since I can’t hold you yet.

All my love,

Your Moxxie <3

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Uh, hi?

Wait, you don’t put ‘uh’ in letters do you? Or put wait whilst you think, fuck shit fuck

Sorry, I’m new to this. Normally I just send a text to people but, your phone is off at the moment I think? Or you lost it? Or you blocked me?

Either way, I’ll send you these stupid letter things until it’s back on. So, uh, what are you up to? Blitz has been up my ass about meeting you, heads up, when I come get you and bring you to our room he’s gonna go all psycho dad mode and integrate you, but he’ll back off after a while. He’s a dick sure, but he does want me to be happy. And your, likeable or whatever, so i’m sure you’ll get along.

Once you get comfortable at home with me, Blitz said you could work with me at I.M.P. You’ll be like the co-secretary or something. You won’t be put in danger, I won’t let that happen, you’ll just get to sit with me. We can watch things together, if you wanted.

I guess i’ll see you soon, how do you end these?

See you,

Love from,

Regards?

Bye y/n,

Loona.

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My dearest y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well. I yearn for your presence here, besides me. It’s quite lonely without you, I will admit my dear. It would be oh so wonderful if you could write back. I understand you may be preoccupied with your current activities, but I can’t help myself from desiring a response. I know, it’s selfish of me to expect you to reply to my letters when you’ll be here with me shortly, but I can’t keep my thoughts at bay at the moment.

Your face is a constant in my mind, night and day, asleep and awake, your voice in my mind calms me when I need it most, your smile brightens the bleariest of moments and so on. You can imagine the difficulties I’m facing with no response from you, but that’s alright. If you can’t write back to me dear, I won’t pressure you. Your time is precious, and we will have all the time in hell quite soon. Isn’t that exciting?

I can give you the life you deserve n/n, any luxuries or mundanities you wish for will be handed to you on a silver platter. Or a golden one, if that’s more to your liking? We can properly discuss the specifics once we are together. How thrilling, the though of you and I together at last.

We truly are written in the stars!

Yours until the end of the sky and then some,

Stolas.

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Hey there baby,

It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry if you feel neglected babe, it’s so hard keeping in contact with you when you’re so far away hun. Wouldn’t it be so much better if you were here with me? Sure I’ve got a lot of meetings, being a sin and all, but I’d be at your beck and call n/n, you could even be my new excuse to leave those awful “business” discussions. They barely talk business with me, it’s just complete bullshit babe.

I know the lust ring can be intimidating, we have quite the reputation, but I assure you, love is not a foreign concept to me. Romance is one of my most favourite things! Though that’s a secret, let’s keep that between us, yeah? That side of me is reserved for you n/n.

It’s so boring over here without you, I feel like i’m just lounging around and last time I checked, I was the lust sin, not the sloth sin. We’d have so much fun together babe! Can’t you picture it? Even if you can’t yet, I can wait. Having you near me will be enough, you are enough just as you are.

Sincerely yours,

Asmodeus (Ozzie) xoxo

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Heya cutie!

Letters are a lot harder to write than I thought they’d be y’know? I’ve rewritten this like 16 times already, sheesh. It just feels so awkward, I can’t see your reaction to my words which means I can’t fix any mistakes I’ve made :(. I’m sure I haven’t made any though! Right? This letters going really well so far and is definitely wooing you, right, y/n?

Hah, I’m asking questions as if you can reply right away. Silly old me, I don’t know what i’m worrying about! We’re meant to be together. I know it’s super sappy, but we’re like soulmates. Soulmates are bound to be together! That’s why I’m bringing you home soon, I can’t wait! I’ve got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many awesome tricks to show you!

And, the best news, I quit my job!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ ༘⋆-ˋˏ This means, we will have a LOT more time with each other, and you don’t have to worry about Mammon being possessive over me, because fuck him! I’m my own clown! Or, well, your clown.

I can’t wait to see you! This is going to be great for us, I pinky promise :P

Love from,

Fizzarolli !!!! ༘⋆!!,-!ˋˏ!!!

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[witchykittyy]

Agreement 💖

@marcyyywukinnie asked: Hi could you make a fanfic Yandare Blitzo x reader x Yandare Stolas where they just fight about reader, before coming to terms that theyll share them??

I am soooooooo sorry about how late this is!!! I really am. Life's been really hectic and I went through a very depressive episode but I promise to be on top of stuff more often! I really hope you like it! ❤ Sorry if its not really enough fighting per say. 😅

TW: Demons, Hell, Blood, Arguing, Cursing (lots of it), Mentions of kidnapping, Stalking, and other yandere themes.

"Damn that was a fuck ton of clients!!!" Millie jumped up into Moxxie's arms pumped and covered in blood. "Yea it was and it was so fucking awesome! But I think imma head in for the night." You're the newest member of I.M.P. A few days ago you saw their help wanted poster and decided you needed the extra money so you decided to join. You got along really well with Moxxie, Millie and surprisingly Loona. The only person who doesn't seem to like you is Blitzo. He was always staring at you. Watching your every move like he's waiting for you to do something wrong. So you always tend to keep your distance.

"Yea I think me and Millie have had enough excitement for today as well. Goodbye sir! Goodbye Y/N!" "Bye Blizto! Bye N/N!" Moxxie and Millie wave goodbye as they leave. "Whatever, bye." Loona continues on reading her magazine. "Bye guys!" You wave goodbye to them sweetly. "Bye lovebirds! Don't get too kinky while I'm away!" You can almost hear Moxxie rolling his eyes at those words and you chuckle. Now its just you, Loona and... Blitzo. Though your back is turned you can feel his eyes burning into info our skin, its very unsettling so with out turning around you decided to say your goodbyes and leave. "Bye Blitzo! Bye Loona!" "Bye dork." Blitzo doesnt say anything and you start to walk off sill feeling his gaze on you. Suddenly he says "See you soon Y/N"

You got home and were extremely exhausted as you flopped down onto your semi comfortable bed. Due to only recently having a job you dont have that much money to buy yourself a nice place so for right now you're stuck in this crummy apartment. Even though you didnt mind your situation someone else did.

Stolas has been watching you from the day he saw you in the I.M.P headquarters while he was visiting Blitzo. He's been obssessed with you ever since he saw you and has stalked you finding out your likes, habits, dislikes and everything else about you. He truly believes that you deserve so much better than what you have. He loves you and believes you deserve to be treated like a queen. A problem with that is that Blizto is also in love with you. Stolas notices the stares he give you and the longing look in his eyes. He's sure Blitzo has noticed his interest as well and thats probably why Blitzo hasnt spoken to him. But nevermind that.

You change into your PJ', get into bed and start scrolling through Helltok. "Ah shit its getting dark and I have to work tomorrow" you sigh. "I guess I should go to bed as Moxxie would say thats the responsible thing to do." You turn off your phone and go to bed. Stolas stares at you from the window wishing that he were next to you.

After a while he sees someone climbing onto your balcony. He's about to go stop him but then the two lock eyes. "Stolas?! The fuck are you doing here?!" He almost tumbles off the balcony from the surprise. "I should be asking you the same question Blitzo." "Look dipshit im doing the same thing you are but going inside." Blizto starts opening the window. "Wait! We shouldnt do that it invading her privacy." He goes to stop him but then Blitzo slaps his hand away. "Oh and stalking her isnt invading her privacy?! Look just leave ok if you dont wanna do this. Not like I want you stealing my girl anyways." He grumbles the last part but Stolas is able to hear him. "Well I sure as hell am not leaving her alone with you." "Then come in with me." He grabs Stolas's hand and stealthly brings him into the room. Stolas blushes at the sudden contact. 'Wait why'd he blush? What the hell is happening to him?'

You're dead asleep on the bed. "So smart ass what do we do now?" He tries to cover up the fact that grabbing Blitzo's hand made him blush. "We look around bird brain." They start looking around the crummy place, dodging the clothes thrown on the floor. Eventually after looking around for a while Blitzo decides to look your computer as Stolas watches you sleep peacefully. Out of the corner of his eye Stolas sees him breaking into your computer. "Hey!" He yells silently. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm looking through her computer dipshit." Blitzo rolls his eyes as though its obvious. "Well yes I know that but why?" "To make sure she ain't seeing some other loser."

Blitzo searches and suddenly stops dead in his tracks. "You need to see this birdie." They stare at the computer reading you're messages with some guy named Dennis. "Oh hell no" they growl out in unison. You whine and shift in your sleep as they go dead silent. Once they're sure you're not awake they continue. "We can't let this shit happen." Blitzo growls with malice. "I completely agree. This dirt bag isn't good enough for our Y/N." Stolas nods. "Wait, our?" "Well yes I suppose we'll need to team up to stop this guy and ensure that she stays with us. Is that an ok arrangement?" Stolas questions. "Yea.. Thatd be great." Blitzo looks down blushing madly.

[lovesanmotion]

Not Friends - Yandere!LOONA Heejin, Kim Lip, Jinsoul & Yves

summary: in which y/n's life is never the same again

song inspo: not friends - loona x ryan jhun

themes: wlw, death, blood, yandere tendencies, gxg, soft smut (?)

italicized means flashbacks

2: Eclipse

Jungeun didn't like her name, to begin with. It sounded so formal, so old and out of date - therefore, she fashioned herself a new name. A name that is so unique no one's ever thought of it. Kim Lip. Timeless, fashionable and outstanding, just like how she wanted it to be.

Growing up, Kim Lip was confused but was never vocal about it. Confused because, she knows she should feel a little emotion or feeling when guys tried to ask her out, but all she could feel are disgust and embarrassment. But when girls were around her, she felt genuinely happy.

Kim Lip was never vocal about it, but she knew, she likes girls.

This was then followed by her fascination and interest in motorbikes, big wheeled trucks and the adrenaline of driving without any safety. She was very different from the girls in her school and her neighborhood, but Kim Lip likes being different.

"Why did I even spend so much on jellies last week, now I'm short on money"

Kim Lip watches the new girl in front of her struggle with amusement in her eyes. She looked very pretty even when she's counting the money in her wallet, but she was taking too long in the snack stall that she decided to cut her off the line and placed her drink on the counter.

"Add this to me please" Kim Lip says, cooly taking her wallet out of her pocket and placing a bill on top of the counter. Taking her drink and a packet of jellies in her hand before turning around and handing the snack to the bewildered girl behind her.

"You're welcome" She says before walking away.

Kim Lip didn't see the new girl until classes were over, and though she didn't admit it, she somewhat missed seeing her pretty face already. She didn't know her name, but calling her jelly girl sounds cute to her already.

Turning to head towards the back gate of the school, Kim Lip took the exit towards the farthest gate where her motorbike was parked. Revving the engine to life, she slipped on her neon purple helmet before creating a loud noise as she drove around the block.

Aimlessly she drove around, trying to get rid of the cute memory of jelly girl of her mind, but she completely failed to do so. How could a new student create such an impact on her? Kim Lip barely knew her but she was very certain that she wanted her to be hers. No one else's.

What's her name? What's her favorite color? Does she likes jellies over chocolates? When's her birthday? These questions clouded over her mind, Kim Lip felt somewhat desperate to know about her and it's the first time she felt so shy and scared to approach a girl. Lifting the window of her helmet while on a red light, her wrist watch clocked 10:00pm.

12 seconds

Kim Lip felt a force that made her turn her head towards the right side of the pedestrian, it was jelly girl still in her uniform, looking visibly lost and alone.

11 seconds

"Do you want a ride home?" She asks her out of nowhere, even Kim Lip was surprised that those words suddenly came out of her mouth. But she couldn't deny that she felt very happy to have see her again. Her jelly girl.

10 seconds

"Oh it's you!" The girl spoke, eyes slightly widening as she stared at her.

9 seconds

"Will it be okay? You might live on the other side and I don't want to trouble you." She says, eyes slowly mellowing down. Kim Lip felt her heart beat racing fast the more she looked into her eyes.

8 seconds

"It's fine with me." Kim Lip shrugs. "I might not be able to fall asleep if something happened to you."

7 seconds

Kim Lip handed her a spare neon red helmet before moving to occupy the limited space behind her.

6 seconds

Petite arms encircled Kim Lip's waist and she felt the helmet and her front body pressed against her back. Thanks to her helmet, her blushing madly was concealed. She honestly felt like bursting but she didn't want to startle her as well.

5 seconds

"Hey" Kim Lip started to say, slightly glancing her head behind her. "I never got to know your name"

4 seconds

The girl behind her immediately lifted her head up. "I'm so sorry, I'm so rude....I'm Y/N"

3 seconds

Y/N. A pretty name that suited her very much while she smiled underneath her helmet.

2 seconds

"I'm Kim Lip"

Green light

Kim Lip revved on the engine and sped on the highway and felt the arms around her waist gripped tightly.

"You might want to slow down?!" Y/N asked her, shouting underneath the helmet. Kim Lip could only let out a hearty laugh, she wouldn't be able to stop now that she started.

"No worries!" Kim Lip shouted as she drove down the road. "I've done this countless times."

Though she drove very fast and dangerously for her liking, Y/N felt like trusting Kim Lip. And she did.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Can i request Yandere Moxxie and Millie (polyamorous) x male reader. Maybe the reader is the newest employee of IMP and the two imp do everything in their power to get him to join them. whether he wants to or not

this is my first time requesting so i hope im doing this right anyway have an great day or night

Ours~

The morning was no real different then any other.

Moxxie had made his darling wife a cup of coffee, bringing it to her in the conference room, giving his beloved Impet a tender kiss.

Millie smiled up at her husband, the girl taking his hand into her own, the man sitting down beside her, both of them sipping there coffee in silent bliss.

They'd sit like that for a while, only occasionally sharing a little smile, before Blitzø showed up.

He'd parade into the conference room as he often did, the man telling them. "Alright gang, big news! Big news!" He practically cheered.

The pair would look at their boss, The pair having the exact opposite in reaction.

Millie eager. Moxxie... not eager.

But much to their surprise, Blitzø told them bluntly. "Welcome our newest member to the I.M.P family... (Y/N)!"

Youd step into the office, giving a pleasant, if slightly awkward smile, waving at them. "Hello everyone. Im uh, happy to be here."

Blitzø smacked you on the back, eagerly welcoming you.

"This is my baby girl, Loona." He told you, gesturing to the Hellhound. The Hellhound didn't actually look at you, giving you a dull 'hey' with a little wave as she stared at her phone.

You just gave an awkward chuckle before turning to Millie and Moxxie but before he actually make introductions Moxxie popped up, standing before you, taking your hand into his as he eagerly greeted you.

"I'm Moxxie, it's very nice to meet you!" he told you, practically beaming.

Youd greet him just as eager, happy to meet someone else that seemed hospitable.

Youd give some minor small talk before Millie but in, greeting you with an abundance of Wratgern charm, laying it on thick as you spoke, you instantly warming up to her, your new conversation eclipsing your old one.

Millie and Moxxie would glance at the other, a silent tension freezing the two for several moments before they turned back to you.

Youd speak to the pair, quickly warming up to the pair, though they'd both try and be the one that was talking to you.

Youd get to talking, both as eager as the other, and it wouldn't be for several minutes of talking that you'd actually find out that they were married.

A little surprised with how they acted with the other.

Youd talk with the pair through much of the day. Each seemingly hedging over each other, upstaging the other to get closer to you, Millie literally throwing an arm over your shoulder as a happy 'welcome'.

The two would eventually get pulled into a job, the air thick with tension the entire time, constantly giving the other a side eye.

This would continue over the next few days, the pair silently at each other's throat throughout those days, the pair taking every chance to get closer to you while always undercutting the other, the pair absolutely adoring you while ignoring the other.

Millie using her charm while Moxxie acted smart, doing kind little acts for you.

Their silent feuding came to ahead with the pair at home, the pair glaring at each before asking what the others problem was, the both claiming you as theirs.

...

There were several moments of silence before they began making out, the both of them preceding to have very vigorous sex, the both eagerly agreeing that you were their's, they could share~

After that, the two would eagerly coordinated their efforts, fully intending to bring you into the fold, it feeling even easier now that they weren't fighting the other for you.

Now without all the hostility, the pair could cooperate on you, both of them warmly approaching you day after day.

They had a well thought out and well planned approach to you, as while they both wanted you, they agreed that they'd have to ease you into the relationship, not wanting to force you... though that was an unspoken option for the pair.

The two would steadily get closer to you, watching and monitoring you and with the pair working together, they'd be able to work off each other's energy making it significantly easier.

Youd quickly warm up to the pair, especially since they acted as a pair, feeling a whole lot more comfortable with their positive energy bouncing off each other.

Youd quickly warm up to the pair, especially with the both of them using their Wrathern charm on you, as well as their inherently intimate and friendly relationship, the two eagerly welcoming you to every activity.

Many of which would be chosen specifically to entice you.

Youd quickly warm up to the pair, eagerly joining them with every activity in no time. The pair always happily following on with every activity you loved, the two following on like the love obsessed puppies they were, loving it whenever you took the lead, melting in your hands.

Youd join the pair on many activities spending time with them and spending time at their place regularly to the point you had emergency clothes at theirs. The pair never shying away the ideas of embellishing their love lives, though careful never to freak you out with it.

Youd of course, love the pair, utterly adoring their relationship. Finding their Romance utterly adorable, unconsciously moving closer to them, getting as close as you could to the pair of Imps.

Youd adore the pair, telling them as much and the two would use that to further your emotional development. With them.

Now, they'd never act overtly on the whole thing, but they'd carefully lead you to what they wanted.

And it'd be one night they'd invite you over. It only taking a few hours of the two of them to get you liquored up, you eagerly joining them when they asked if you like to "spend time with them."

Though you'd only, actually 'spend time', with them, the pair careful not to force anything on you.

It'd be one day after work, the pair utterly ignoring Blitzø as they'd invite you to dinner, the pair taking you on a very romantic dinner date where the both of them would confess that they cared for you greatly, more so then just a close friend.

But they didn't want to force anything on you, something youd greatly appreciate from them, as simply Put, everyone wanted something.

Youd initially ask for some time to think, the pair of course giving you some space, letting you think it over.

Of course, they'd be watching you every second they could, as they were before the proposition, the pair putting Blitzø to shame in there level of operation.

They'd have cameras everywhere, watching your every move.

And really there'd be two options for you.

Firstly, you could just happily join the pair, becoming a third member of their little family.

They'd utterly pamper you, tending to your every Need and want. Your comfort and care beaming their purpose in life.

The pair would be insanely protective and territorial of you, I mean like, if someone even glanced at you, they'd glare them into submission and even then, they'd likely despise this person till the day they die.

And Hoo-Wee! If you were actually threatened.

Well, don't fuck with professional assassins.

But if you said no... the couple would... well, they wouldn't really know what to do.

They'd spent so long grooming and preparing you for their inevitable joining their relationship, they hadn't planned for if you said no.

And the pair would... snap.

They wouldn't do anything initially, just festering in their obsessions, unable to comprehend what had happened, before they'd reassert their goal, and preparing everything before... they'd snatch you.

One day youd just wake up somewhere else.

And upon searching the place, youd find the pair, the two welcoming you, telling you you were in a safe house with them.

And with rather deranged smile, the two would tell you simply you were theirs and you wouldn't be allowed to leave until you accepted it.

Your life with them would be... complicated.

The pair would treat you well. Always warm and welcoming. They fed you, spent time with you, they were always sweet and considerate, letting you do whatever you'd like.

Whatever you'd like Except... leave.

There was always one of them with you at all times, the other leaving to get food or do jobs.

Youd try and fight, resist, eventually just playing along till you could figure out how to escape.

But even then, when you tried... youd fail. The pair expecting such an act.

And as they surrounded you, you'd break down, asking them what they wanted?!

Only for them to coo, pulling you into actual hig, telling you sweetly all they ever wanted... was you~ and even as you snapped yelling, swearing, insulting them.

The pair treated you as sweetly as ever. Hugging you close, telling you they understood.

You were just confused.

It'd take a long time, likely years and likely a few break downs, but you'd eventually become theirs.

Youd come to love them every part that they loved you, completely obedient and relient on them. As much a part of your relationship as either Millie or Moxxie.

Eventually the pair could even trust you out in public, the pair testing you time and time again, but every time, you stayed loyal.

And for that theyd reward you every chance they got.

With supervision of course.

Youd eventually marry the pair, the three of you entering a more open relationship, as in, they'd let you have actual windows and allow you out in the free world.

The three of you seeming like nothing more than a particularly loving and caring trio of demons in a polygamous relationship.

It's highly likely that they could have kept their job at I.M.P, however difficult with only one of them working at a time. But if they still did work there, you'd likely return as well, the pair wanting to keep you close 24/7.

You'd make up some story as to why you suddenly left, but your sudden inclusion in M&Ms trio would raise some brows, which youd have to make up another story.

And by that i mean the pair would make it up for you.

But afrer some time, getting used to it again, you'd fall back into office life.

It's possible Loona or Blitzø could figure out what happened, especially depending on how dependent you were on the pair.

All it would take would be one bad breakdown before Loona and Blitzø would begin asking questions.

Questions you couldnt really answer.

And as soon as they figured out what happened, they'd try and save you.

That... wouldn't end well.

Both Millie and Moxxie would kill either Blitzø or Loona if they stood between them and you.

And if their grip on you was even slightly shaken, you'd go right into the safehouse, breaking you back down until you were theirs again.

The pair utterly assured in their possession, completely worshipping you, making sure you knew they loved you. And that you loved them~

[kittenmey-rin]

Yandere Loona x Y/n

Loona: Darling, where are you, and if you are trying to date another girl, you will be in trouble.

Y/n: *is hiding in the hotel room while panting in & out* Hope Loona won't find me in here.

Loona: *giggles* You can hide, but you can't run.

Y/n: Uh-oh.

Loona: *looks at your shadow under the door, breaks the door wide open, and grabs you tightly* Found you.

[jester-writing-things]

Yandere striker x reader who, after several months, finally broke and is practically a slave to Striker’s love? And when the IMP crew finds her, she’s so broken and messed up that she needs serious help and that it’ll take a long time for her to recover mentally? Maybe the IMP chase away Striker and managed to rescue her?

Yandere Striker (reunion)

You had given up on escaping, you failed so many times, and each time it got worse, so you just stayed put

You’d willed yourself into blissful ignorance, looking for the best in everything, after all things could get worse, so might as well live in the moment, right?

You’d lost track of the days but became aware it’s been a while, this new ‘home’ was so secluded you hadn’t seen anyone but Striker here

It’s stressful when Striker is gone, you don’t want to be left alone, not now not ever! You would beg him to stay with you but he’d always just say you’re safe here and that he’ll be back

One day you heard the door get kicked open and Striker had done that a few times when stressed, so you ran to the door to check on him and immediately froze when a hellhound walked in

You calmed down quickly when you realized it was Loona, she noticed you quickly and looked shocked. “Geez, the fuck happened to you? You look like you got ran over my a horse.”

Before she could say anything else the window behind you broke and you jumped back. It was Blitzo, who apparently doesn’t understand how to use doors.

Millie and Moxxie ran through the door, looking concerned. “Loona who are ya talking too-“ Millie froze when she saw you, Moxxie yelped and ran over to you to check you over for injuries

“Oh honey, what did that awful man do to you? Are you ok?” You glared at Millie, you knew she meant well but that was rude of her to say about Striker

“He’s not ‘awful’ he’s actually really nice. He’s been taking care of me and keeping me safe. You didn’t need to come here.” You shook Millie off you and walked away only for Blitzo to grab you

“Now wait a fucking minute! He kidnapped you, and tried to kill all of us! How the fuck can you say that he’s nice!” You rolled your eyes and tried to pull away from him but he had a tight grip on you

You were about to yell when you heard Loona shout, you looked over to see her getting shoved out of the way by Striker, you grinned like an idiot seeing him and ran over to him, throwing your arms around him

He threw a lot on behind him and growled at Blitzo. “This is yer final warning. Get the hell away from us or I’ll dispose of the lotta ya!” Blitzo looked shocked and angered at the same time.

The others were so confused as to how you could look so love struck at a time like this, you were a hostage, there was no romance here

Before anyone could say anything else, Blitzo pulled out a gun, pointing it at Striker, you panicked and jumped infront of him, only for him to shove you out of the way

You fell back on something soft, Striker give you a look like he just killed you, then you felt whatever caught you grab you tightly and lifted you off the ground

You realized Loona caught you.

“Wait! Put me down! Please don’t hurt Striker! Blitz, please don-“ you thrashed in Loona’s grip, Millie and Moxxie getting infront of you two to stop Striker from getting to you

“Loona, M&M, get (y/n) out of here, they don’t understand the situation and are a hazard to have around.” Loona tried to move but you kept kicking and screaming

Millie tried to help her, tried to calm you down, you heard a gun shot and froze, when you looked up, Striker had a bullet wound in his shoulder

You screamed curses at Blitzo and kicked Millie as hard as you could before slamming your head into Loona’s chest, knocking the wind out of her, but she didn’t let go

Striker gave you a rueful look, before turning and running, jumping out the window Blitzo had already broken, you shrieked before you stopped moving

He was gone. Blitzo had scared him away.

“LET GO OF ME I NEED TO HELP YOU!” You shrieked at Loona, Millie grabbed ahold of you and hugged you, you didn’t realize you were crying

Loona dropped you and you couldn’t get up, you felt broken, he’s not coming back, this is it.

Millie was trying to calm you down while Blitz was talking to Moxxie. “Sir, we can’t work with them like this, they need help. If we send them back to their family like this they may run off and get killed!”

Blitzo huffed and agreed, once they calmed you down, they’d need to find a way to help you, he looked at you and felt guilt weigh in his heart. This was his fault, he fucked Ii and now you were the one suffering.

Was there even a chance to heal? You looked so distraught, you kept screaming that you needed to stay in case he came back for you,

This was a fuck up Blitzo wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forgive himself for.

[the32ndbeat]

𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐣.𝐲𝐧 - [ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟛 ]

pairing: stalker!jaehyun x fem!reader ( ft twice’s tzuyu, loona’s haseul )

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, alcohol consumption, mentions of sexual harassment, mature themes, mentions of drugs, smoking, extreme views, misogyny, yandere themes

a/n: unedited! it’s been forever since I updated this but also considering if I should turn this into a tbz series at my tbz writing blog so we’ll see how this goes.

taglist: I don’t have one yet and I’m seeing how this does since I’m thinking whether I should convert it into a tbz series. Please do lemme know if you guys want to see this continued!

disclaimer: everything written here is FICTIONAL and I am in no way saying that the mentioned characters act like that irl!

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(inspired by netflix’s you and the book of the same name by caroline kepnes)

The first thing that registers in my mind is how fucking loud this place is. Seriously, what is it with college parties and their inherent need to blast music loud enough to wake the entire neighbourhood within a five mile radius? Before I even step within the premises or even make it to the front yard, the whole fraternity house seemed to shake from the loudness of the bass-boosted music when viewed from a distance away. I even had to squint as I approach, the strings of fluorescent party lights draped all over the place glowing so brightly it almost hurt to look straight.

A few drunk college frat boys stumble past me, their hair sticky and messy with sweat and their breaths reeking of cheap alcohol. Their steps are wobbly and I can even see drool and remnants of vomit hanging at the corner of their mouths. My heart clenches with pure disgust and I grit my teeth as I watch them laugh out loud over nothing, their brains a pink, unintelligent mush in their skulls, probably rotted by endless drinking and fucking. All part of the college frat experience.

I wonder if they enjoy being a complete waste of space while wasting mummy and daddy’s money to put them through college.

I look away and ignore the growing irritation in me. This is the sort of party your friends wanted you to go with them to? I thought your friends were bad influences but scratch that, they’re fucking horrible. They taint you, taint your innocence and put you at risk around such dangerous men who do not deserve to be even a mile within your presence. As I walk closer, the house looks even more hideous up close.

It’s decorated in the worst way I’ve seen a house decorated. It’s as if someone threw a bunch of random fairy lights bought in the brightest, blinding neon colours that simply do not go together over a sloppy looking house and the front yard is littered with empty, red plastic cups and is that a discarded bra I see over there?

I tiptoe over the trash laying around on the grass and try to avoid the gyrating bodies of college students who clearly have no sense of rhythm. My skin feels grimy within just a few minutes of being here and I can’t wait to leave but there is no way I’m leaving when I know that you will be here. The thought of you being surrounded by such vermins makes me sick to the stomach and I want to get you out of here. The only place you should rightfully be, is at my place where there are no revolting men who only love to drink cheap alcohol, party till sunrise, get high off smoking a blunt, yell ‘turn up!’ every few minutes as if it’s muscle memory in their tiny, almost non-existent brains and do anything but be a productive member of society.

As I push through the double doors, the nauseating smell containing a mixture of intoxicating alcohol, smoke and cheap cologne almost knocks me backwards. My hand grips tighter to the wooden door and I force myself in. Inside, the house is dim but bright at the same time with disco and laser lights. A massive boombox and a pair of equally large loudspeakers sit at the corner of the room and some hip hop tune is being played while people dance and drink and smoke to their hearts’ delight. You’d never believe these kids were supposed to be the future.

Oh, how disappointed their parents must be.

A girl in skimpy shorts and a tube top looks at me with unadulterated want and beckoning in her eyes while staring at the varsity jacket I’m wearing, no doubt replaying fantasies of fucking a college athlete in her mind and trying to guess which sport I supposedly play. I gaze blankly at them before turning away and I can see her shift from the corner of my eye, obviously bothered by the lack of attention. It’s like I can almost see the gears whirring in her brain. Did she not show enough cleavage? Is more skin needed to get my attention? Sometimes people are so predictable and readable that it’s almost pathetic.

Other times, I might have lowered my standards and settled for a casual fuck with someone like that but not today. Today, I’m a man on a mission. A mission to look out for you.

My eyes scan the room but it’s too dim to see anything within four feet in any direction. The flashing lights threaten to overwhelm me along with the stink of the place and booming music and I can feel my annoyance evolving into anger. I repress the urge to slap the shit out of a guy in a red bandana who screams ‘turn up’ all of sudden, practically effectively bursting my eardrums.

I almost bump into a couple eating each other’s faces out when someone yells out at me.

“Hey, you!”

The music is so loud that I almost don’t hear it. I whip around and sure enough, it’s tube top girl making her way over to me. You have got to be fucking kidding me. Not only do I have to find and save you from this sleazy place and have to squeeze in with a crowd of sweaty, brainless college kids who know nothing but party in a tiny, dirty, smelly frat house but now I also have tube top girl hot on my heels?

The things I do for you, y/n and we haven’t even properly gotten to know each other yet.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Tube top girl smiles and up close, I can see that her mascara is smudged and her hair is slicked back with an unholy amount of gel into a tight little bun which only makes her face look wider and her forehead exposed with a sheen of sweat covering it. Her lipstick is reapplied and I know for a fact that she has done it to impress me. Her top is also inched a little lower, as if that makes her anymore appealing.

I smile in a dismissive way, in a way that showed that I cared, but not really.

“Hey,” I reply flippantly.

“Crazy party huh?” She grins, satisfied that she’s got my attention now. Women.

I let my eyes drift to her breasts and look back up at her expectant, puppy dog eyes that are so eager to please it’s actually embarrassing.

“Yeah.”

“What’s your name? I’m Meg.”

“I’m Jaehyun.”

“You part of any sports team in school?” And just like that I know that tube top girl must have had fantasies of fucking a college athlete.

So predictable.

“Yeah, I’m on the swim team.” I say and her smile widens, a playfulness in her eyes as she leans her chest in closer in what was meant to be a sexy gesture.

“Oh, is that so? I’ve never really talked to a competitive swimmer before,” she replies in a sultry voice and I smirk.

“Well, here I am. Am I every bit of the guy you imagined a college swimmer to be?” I whisper in an equally sultry voice. Let her think she has me wrapped around her finger. It’s easier that way. Better for her to think I’m enthralled with her and her breasts than let her cling onto me the entire night.

“Mhm,” she says, “of course.”

I’m about to reply when something catches my eye. From the window, I see you and your friends stumbling and swaying down the sidewalk, away from the party. Internally, I feel my rage simmering again but not at anyone. At myself.

How was I so late that I didn’t manage to stop this from happening? How are you already drunk? How did this happen?

A million questions are racing through my mind and my vision almost blurs with white hot anger as I imagine a slimy frat guy placing his greasy hands on you while you sit there, drunk and uninhibited in that dress that seemed to accentuate your every single curve. You look simply gorgeous in that dress and I fucking hate to think that other guys in this whole house may have made a pass at you. Why was I so late? Would I have been just a little bit earlier if tube top Meg didn’t stop me? I should have left the moment she decided to strike up conversation. This is my karma for letting other temptations get in the way. I vow to myself that this will never happen again as I extricate myself away from Meg’s clutches (“Hey! Where are you going?” She calls out and I ignore her).

I shove people out of the way and do not care for their protests and yelps. Fuck them and fuck this entire shithole of a house. I scramble through the door and maintain my distance as I follow you and your friends down the pavement and past the buildings within the campus. I watch and cringe as you seem to crumple under the weight of your friends’ arm and quickly realise that you aren’t drunk. Your friends are. Stupidly drunk.

I feel my heart relax and my stomach unclench. Of course, you wouldn’t be. You are good. And smart. Too smart to get drunk in a place like that. You know what are the risks and you are above such parties. Your friends though, I couldn’t say the same. Which brings me back to why you need better friends but that’s besides the point. I can see a few guys hanging at the other side of the street who leer at the group of you, clearly getting their dick hard at the thought of a group of vulnerable girls roaming these empty streets at night.

It’s dangerous. But that’s what I’m here for. They see me next and they look away.

I will do what I can to protect you, y/n. Even if that means protecting your good for nothing friends in the process.

All of a sudden, I see you trip and it’s like everything is in slow motion. You fall forward and I take long strides over, my legs stretching out and rushing to help you. Before your knees can hit the rough ground, I have you in my arms, encircled around your waist as I hold you up. I have your other friend, Haseul upright with my other hand tugging at the collar of her jacket. Your friend Tzuyu is not so fortunate and falls flat but she barely notices it, smiling tipsily to herself instead.

You glance up at me with those large eyes and I could get lost in them right there and then. But as quickly as we have our moment, you move away and I see a hint of suspicion in your eyes. We separate and the moment you extract yourself from my arms, I already want you back. Your touch feels addictive already. What have you done to me?

“Thanks.” You say curtly and I admire the fact that you have boundaries, not like Meg. You are hard to get and that’s what makes you so appealing. You are to be earned and respected.

You help Tzuyu to her feet and as you turn to leave with your friends, I call out, “is there any way I can help?”

You regard me with caution and open your mouth to reject me but then suddenly, the tenseness in your eyes relax.

“Do I know you?”

You remember me. Halle-fucking-lujah! I want to wrap you in my arms again but I play it cool.

“I… don’t…?”

Your eyes grow wide and the recognition seeps in.

“Wait! You’re from that hardware store right? Jaehyun?”

I pretend to be surprised when I’m actually fucking overjoyed.

“Yeah, wait… You’re that girl with the rope right?”

You laugh and it’s the most melodious thing I’ve ever heard in forever.

“Yup, that’s me. Kind of mortified that’s how you remember me but sure,” you say and your eyes twinkle but then you continue with a more subdued tone, “what are you doing here?”

I pat my chest good-naturedly.

“Friend of mine is a student here. I just came over to visit and he gave me his varsity jacket so I could try feeling like a college student for once. Never been to college so… yeah. I thought I’d like to try it out for fun.” I reply and shoot you an awkward smile, the kind you do when you try to get someone to favour you and think of you as ‘adorable’.

It works and you smile gently.

“That’s pretty cool, you’ve got a good friend.”

And you haven’t, I think but don’t say.

I gesture towards you and your friends.

“Need any help?”

You look at your drunken friends and back at me and I sense you thinking. Finally, you decide that you do need my help and chuckle, “We live right at that block over there and I think I might die halfway there. I’m not fit enough to hold 2 people.”

That’s so like you. So compassionate over friends who clearly didn’t give a shit that you didn’t want to go to some god forsaken party, so caring over friends who get drunk and don’t take responsibility, so helpful to take care of friends who literally do not give a fuck about you. You are not beautiful on the outside but on the inside too and as I loop Tzuyu’s arm over my neck and hold her, I wish I was holding you instead.

We amble over to the front of your block and we part, you thank me and we say our goodbyes and it’s all too soon. I want to be with you for longer, I want us to talk and I want you to invite me to your room but reality is often much less exciting and more boring.

“I’ll see you!” You call out, smiling as I walk away and I wave back, my heart soaring.

Today is a good day, I think and as I round the corner to the next street, I slip the keycard out of my pocket and feel the hard plastic under my finger.

Wasn’t difficult honestly. Your friends should really learn to keep their valuables in safe places, not the back pocket of their jeans.

[elryuse]

Serial Killer's Love

Yandere Hyeju X Male Reader

Tags : Serial Killer Hyeju, Dom Hyeju, Teasing, Threat, Edging, Yandere, Dominance, Submissive Male Reader

Words : 5,806 Words

This is a Lovely Commision Work for my Mate @starconstruction Hope you Enjoyed it Bruv.

The bass throbbed in your ears, drowning out the mundane sounds of the bustling street. Lost in the rhythm, you navigated the sidewalk, plastic grocery bags swinging lightly against your legs. A chilling gust of wind, sharper than usual, sent a shiver down your spine. You instinctively pulled your thin jacket tighter, oblivious to the figure lurking in the shadows across the street.

She watched you, her gaze a predatory gleam in the fading light. Every sway of your hips, every careless glance over your shoulder, fueled the fire within her. She had been watching you for weeks, meticulously charting your routine, memorizing your favorite haunts. Tonight, the hunt would culminate.

You, unaware of the eyes tracking your every move, turned down the alleyway, a shortcut you often took to reach your apartment building. The bassline faded, replaced by the eerie silence of the concrete walls. A metallic glint caught your eye – a discarded can, perhaps? As you drew closer, a strangled cry pierced the stillness.

Your music abruptly cut out, the silence now deafening. You rounded the corner, your heart pounding against your ribs. A young woman lay crumpled on the cobblestones, her eyes wide with terror, a crimson stain blooming on her shirt. A figure in a black hoodie, face obscured by a mask, stood over her, the glint of a knife reflecting the dying light.

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. The killer, seemingly oblivious to your presence, methodically plunged the knife into the woman's chest again and again, a chilling efficiency in his movements. The woman's muffled screams were quickly silenced, her body twitching with each agonizing thrust.

Terror, cold and paralyzing, gripped you. You wanted to scream, to run, to alert someone, but your limbs felt leaden. The killer, his work finished, finally turned his head. Your eyes met. Your blood ran cold. The eyes, though obscured by the mask, held a chilling intensity, a predatory hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

With a chillingly casual shrug, the killer turned and melted back into the shadows. You, your mind reeling, backed away slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs. The image of the woman's lifeless body, the killer's chilling gaze, was seared into your memory. You knew you should call the police, but a strange sense of dread washed over you. What if the killer was still nearby? What if you alerted him to your presence? You decided to play it safe, hoping that the killer had already left the area.

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of the murder began to fade, replaced by a weary sense of normalcy. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a horrific incident, a random act of violence that had nothing to do with you. You returned to your routine, the music once again filling your days, but the lingering unease remained.

One evening, as you unlocked your apartment door, a chilling realization washed over you. The lights were on.

You hesitated, your hand hovering over the light switch. The apartment felt different, a subtle shift in the air, a sense of being watched. You crept inside, your heart pounding.

The living room was bathed in a soft, warm glow. On the sofa, a figure sat perched on the edge, their back to you.

"Welcome home," a voice, low and husky, greeted you.

You froze, your blood running cold. The voice, though disguised, sent shivers down your spine. It was the same chilling intensity you had seen in the killer's eyes.

Slowly, the figure turned, and your breath caught in your throat. It was her. The killer. Her face, though pale and gaunt, was no longer obscured by the mask. Her eyes, the same chilling intensity burning within them, held a strange mixture of admiration and obsession.

"I've been waiting for you," she said, her voice a silken caress.

You, speechless with terror, could only stare at her, your mind reeling. How? How had she found you?

She stood up, her gaze never leaving your face. "You were so brave," she murmured, her voice laced with a chilling admiration. "To witness such horror and remain so calm."

You, backing away, felt a wave of nausea. "Who… who are you?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

She chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent chills down your spine. "Let's just say… I've been intrigued by you."

You, your eyes wide with terror, felt a cold dread creeping into your bones. You had escaped the alleyway, only to fall into a trap far more terrifying.

Hyeju, her gaze fixed on you, took a step closer. "Don't worry," she said, her voice a silken caress. "I won't hurt you… not yet."

She reached out, her fingers brushing against your cheek. You flinched, your body trembling uncontrollably.

"You're so beautiful," she whispered, her breath fanning against your skin. "So fascinating."

You, trapped, could only stare at her, your heart pounding like a drum. You had stumbled upon Hyeju's hunt, only to become the prey.

Hyeju’s gaze held you captive, a predator sizing up its prey. "You see," she purred, her voice a silken thread, "I admire your restraint. Most would have panicked, called the authorities. But you… you understood the futility of such actions."

A shiver ran down your spine. Her words, though laced with praise, chilled you to the bone. You knew she was right. The police couldn't protect you from someone who seemed to anticipate your every move.

"But," she continued, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement, "silence has its own price."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. What price did she demand?

"A game," she declared, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. "A little test of your… resilience."

Panic clawed at the edges of your sanity. "A game?" you echoed, your voice trembling.

"Indeed," Hyeju leaned forward, her eyes boring into yours. "If you refuse to play, the consequences… well, let's just say they wouldn't be pleasant."

The chilling implication hung heavy in the air. You knew she was capable of anything. The image of the woman in the alleyway flashed before your eyes, a stark reminder of her ruthlessness.

"How… how do we play?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

A triumphant glint entered Hyeju's eyes. "Excellent choice," she purred. "The first game is simple. Trust."

Hyeju gestured towards the kitchen. "Go," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Bring me a knife."

Your mind raced. Disobey, and face the consequences. But obedience… it felt like walking into a trap. Yet, you had no choice. You stumbled towards the kitchen, your every move a calculated gamble.

Hyeju watched you, a predatory gleam in her eyes. She relished your fear, the way it made you tremble, the way it fueled her. This was just the beginning. The games would only get more terrifying, more insidious. She would break you, piece by agonizing piece, until you were completely hers.

You returned with the knife, your hands trembling. Hyeju held out her hand, a chilling smile playing on her lips.

"Now," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous, "hand it to me."

You hesitated, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Fear, dread, and a flicker of defiance. But defiance was a luxury you couldn't afford.

With trembling hands, you placed the knife in Hyeju's outstretched palm. She examined it, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Good," she murmured, a chilling satisfaction in her voice. "Very good."

Hyeju then gestured towards the couch.

"Sit," she commanded.

You obeyed, your body trembling uncontrollably. Hyeju sat opposite you, the knife gleaming menacingly in her hand.

"Now," she said, her voice a silken caress, "we wait.

The silence that followed was deafening. You sat frozen, your eyes locked with Hyeju's, your mind racing. What was she waiting for? What was the next test?

Hyeju, watching you, felt a thrill course through her. Your fear, your helplessness, it was intoxicating. This game, this dance of death, was only just beginning.

The night stretched on, an eternity of agonizing silence. You sat trapped, a prisoner in your own home, at the mercy of a predator. Hyeju, observing your every twitch, your every gasp, savored the slow, agonizing descent into madness. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of fear and control, and you, my dear, were her unwilling audience.

The silence stretched on, an eternity of agonizing silence. You sat frozen, your eyes locked with Hyeju's, your mind racing. What was she waiting for? What was the next test?

Hyeju, watching you, felt a thrill course through her. Your fear, your helplessness, it was intoxicating. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of fear and control, and you, my dear, were her unwilling audience.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Hyeju broke the silence. "Ready for the next game?" she purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. "Wh…what is it?" you stammered.

Hyeju rose to her feet, pacing before you like a caged animal. "This one," she declared, her voice dripping with a chilling amusement, "requires a bit more… physicality."

She gestured towards the window, moonlight illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. "Go," she commanded, her voice low and dangerous. "Open the window."

Your heart pounded against your ribs. "But… but it's cold outside," you protested weakly.

Hyeju's smile widened, revealing a flash of sharp teeth. "Objection noted," she conceded, her voice laced with a chilling amusement. "But rules are rules."

You stumbled towards the window, your legs weak. Opening it, you felt the icy night air wash over you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Now," Hyeju commanded, her voice a silken thread, "stand there."

You obeyed, your body trembling uncontrollably. The cold air bit at your skin, but the fear that gripped you was far more chilling.

Hyeju circled you, her gaze a predator sizing up its prey. "Good," she murmured, a chilling satisfaction in her voice. "Now, let's see how long you can last."

With a chilling laugh, Hyeju turned and walked back to the couch, settling into the cushions. She watched you, a cruel amusement dancing in her eyes, as the icy wind whipped at your face.

You shivered uncontrollably, your teeth chattering. The cold was unbearable, but the fear of disobeying Hyeju was even worse. You clung to the hope that she would end this cruel game soon, but as the minutes ticked by, that hope began to dwindle.

Hyeju, observing your suffering, felt a perverse sense of pleasure. She savored your every shiver, every gasp for breath. This was her game, her creation, and you were her puppet, dancing to her cruel tune.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Hyeju gestured towards the couch. "Come," she commanded, her voice laced with a chilling amusement. "The game is over."

You stumbled towards the couch, your body numb with cold. Hyeju watched you, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

"Not bad," she conceded, a chilling smile playing on her lips. "But next time," she added, her voice a low growl, "it will be colder."

You sank onto the couch, your body trembling uncontrollably. The fear that gripped you was far more chilling than the cold. You knew this was just the beginning. Hyeju had tasted your fear, and she craved more.

Hyeju leaned forward, her gaze boring into yours. "Now," she purred, her voice a silken thread, "let's play another game."

You closed your eyes, a wave of despair washing over you. You were trapped, a prisoner in your own home, at the mercy of a sadistic predator. And you knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was only the beginning of your torment.

Suddenly, you felt a weight on your lap. You jolted, your eyes flying open to find Hyeju perched there, her legs draped over yours. A gasp escaped your lips, your mind reeling.

Hyeju chuckled, a low, melodic sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Surprised?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

You were speechless, your mind struggling to comprehend the situation. She was… sitting on you. Her proximity, the warmth of her body against yours, was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Hyeju, sensing your confusion, leaned closer, her breath fanning against your face. With a chillingly casual gesture, she produced the knife, its blade glinting menacingly in the dim light.

Before you could react, she ran the cold steel along your cheek, a thin line of blood tracing its path. A tear, born of a mixture of fear and a strange, inexplicable arousal, escaped your eye.

Hyeju, her eyes widening with a predatory gleam, immediately leaned down and licked the tear from your cheek. "Salty," she murmured, a low, appreciative growl rumbling in her chest.

You shuddered, your body trembling uncontrollably. This was beyond anything you could have imagined.

Hyeju, her senses heightened, leaned closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "But," she whispered, her voice a seductive caress, "the most delicious tears are yet to come."

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with a cruel amusement. "Now," she purred, "let's play the most dangerous game of all."

Before you could even comprehend her words, Hyeju leaned in and pressed her lips to yours.

The kiss was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions – fear, disgust, and a strange, forbidden arousal. You tried to pull away, but Hyeju held you captive, her grip tightening around your neck.

Her tongue explored your mouth, a cold, invasive serpent. You struggled against her, but it was futile. She was stronger, more powerful, and completely in control.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a strange sense of surrender. You were drowning, drowning in a sea of fear and a forbidden desire.

Hyeju, sensing your submission, deepened the kiss, her hands exploring your body, tracing the contours of your muscles.

You were lost, completely lost in the intoxicating haze of fear and desire. The line between predator and prey had blurred, and you were no longer sure which side you were on.

Hyeju, her eyes closed, savored the taste of your fear, the feel of your trembling body beneath her. This was her masterpiece, a symphony of dominance and submission, and you, my dear, were her willing conductor.

Hyeju’s laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, a low, melodic sound that seemed to wrap around you like a shroud. Her presence was overwhelming, her proximity electrifying. You could feel the heat of her body pressed against yours, the weight of her thighs straddling your hips, pinning you down with an almost casual authority. Your breath hitched as her lips curled into a knowing smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Surprised?" she purred, her voice dripping with a dangerous charm that sent shivers racing down your spine.

You were frozen, your mind struggling to process the situation. Hyeju, The serial killer, the woman Who killed that man in the alley was here, sitting on you, her dominance palpable. Her fingers trailed lightly along your collarbone, and though her touch was gentle, there was no mistaking the threat behind it. She leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear, and whispered, “I’ve been watching you.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, every nerve in your body alight with a mixture of fear and something far more primal. Before you could respond, Hyeju shifted slightly, her hand dipping into the pocket of her fitted leather jacket. She produced a knife, its blade catching the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the window. The cold steel gleamed as she brought it to your cheek, the edge pressing just enough to make your skin prickle.

“Do you trust me?” she asked, her voice soft, almost tender, as if she were asking about the weather.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “I…”

The words died on your lips as she dragged the blade slowly across your cheek. A sharp sting followed, and you felt the warmth of blood welling up. A tear slipped unbidden from your eye, tracing a path down your face. Hyeju paused, her gaze locking onto the tear with an intensity that made your stomach twist. Without hesitation, she leaned down, her tongue flicking out to catch the droplet before it could fall.

“Salty,” she murmured, a low, appreciative growl rumbling in her chest. Her lips curved into a wicked smile as she pulled back, her dark eyes shining with a predatory gleam. “But the most delicious tears… are yet to come.”

Her words hung in the air like a promise, heavy and laden with intention. You shuddered, your body trembling beneath her, caught between the urge to fight and an inexplicable pull toward surrender. Hyeju seemed to sense your inner turmoil, her smile widening as she tilted her head, studying you like a cat playing with its prey.

“Now,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper, “let’s play the most dangerous game of all.”

Before you could even think to protest, she pressed her lips to yours in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was possessive, demanding, a claiming of territory you hadn’t realized was hers to take. Her tongue slid against yours, cold and invasive, and you tried to pull away, but her grip tightened around your neck, holding you firmly in place.

You struggled, your hands instinctively moving to push her off, but she was unyielding. Her strength was undeniable, her dominance absolute. And yet, beneath the fear, beneath the shock, something else stirred—a deep, forbidden desire that coiled in the pit of your stomach, threatening to unravel your resolve.

As the kiss deepened, Hyeju’s hands began to roam, slipping beneath your shirt to trace the contours of your muscles. Her touch was deliberate, calculated, designed to elicit a response. And despite yourself, you found your resistance crumbling. The line between predator and prey blurred, leaving you adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions.

When she finally broke the kiss, her lips brushed against your ear, her voice a low, sultry murmur. “Do you feel it? That spark… that fire?”

You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All you could do was nod, your body betraying you as it arched ever so slightly toward hers. Hyeju chuckled, a sound both cruel and sensual, as she sat back to admire her handiwork.

“Good,” she said, her tone laced with satisfaction. “Because I intend to fan those flames until they consume you completely.”

With that, she began to undress, her movements slow and deliberate, each piece of clothing revealing more of her flawless form. The leather jacket fell away first, followed by the tight black turtleneck she wore underneath. Her skin glowed in the muted light, her curves accentuated by the shadowy atmosphere. She paused, her fingers hovering at the clasp of her bra, and shot you a look that was equal parts challenge and invitation.

“You want this,” she stated, her voice a commanding purr. “Don’t lie to yourself.”

And deep down, you knew she was right. Despite the fear, despite the danger, there was a part of you that yearned for whatever twisted pleasure she had in store. You watched, transfixed, as she removed the last barrier between you, her body now completely bare and breathtakingly beautiful.

Hyeju rose to her feet, her confidence radiating like a force of nature. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm, until she stood over you once more. With one foot planted on either side of your hips, she lowered herself slowly, her body brushing against yours in a tantalizing tease.

“Let me hear you say it,” she demanded, her voice a velvet command. “Tell me how much you want this.”

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Words failed you, lost in the haze of desire and fear that clouded your mind. Hyeju’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as she leaned down, her breasts pressing against your chest, her lips brushing against yours in a fleeting caress.

“That’s alright,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Actions speak louder than words, after all.”

Her hand slid down your body, fingertips trailing over your abdomen, lower and lower, until they reached the waistband of your pants. She paused, her eyes locking onto yours, and with a single, fluid motion, she undid the button and zipper, freeing the hardness that had been straining against the fabric.

“So eager,” she cooed, her fingers wrapping around you in a firm grip. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.”

You gasped, your body arching involuntarily as she began to stroke you, her touch expertly coaxing sensations you’d never known existed. Hyeju’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her other hand coming up to cup your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

“This is only the beginning,” she promised, her voice a low, sultry murmur. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for more.”

And as her thumb swiped over the sensitive tip of your cock, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, you realized with a mix of terror and exhilaration that she was right. You were hers—body, mind, and soul. There was no escape, no reprieve. Only her.

Hyeju’s laugh echoed once more, rich and throaty, as she positioned herself above you, her entrance hovering just above your aching length.

“Ready?” she teased, her voice dripping with malice and desire.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Instead, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for what was to come, knowing full well that once she claimed you, there would be no going back.

Hyeju’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned back, her fingers trailing down your chest before reaching for something hidden beneath the bed. The sound of metal clinking against itself sent a fresh wave of panic through you, and your stomach dropped when she pulled out a set of silk restraints.

Her eyes locked onto yours, dark and predatory, as she whispered, “You thought I’d let you move?” Her voice was low, almost soothing in its malice, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you.

Before you could protest—not that you had the strength to—she grabbed your wrists with surprising ease, binding them tightly above your head. The silk felt cool and smooth against your skin, but the sensation only heightened your awareness of how utterly helpless you were. Hyeju leaned over you, her breath hot against your ear as she murmured, “Now, be a good little thing and stay still for me.”

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a strange mix of fear and arousal coiling tight in your gut. You wanted to fight, to scream, to do anything other than lie there like some obedient pet, but your body betrayed you, trembling under her touch.

Hyeju’s smirk widened as she sat back on her heels, her gaze raking over your bound form like a predator surveying its prey. “Perfect,” she purred, her fingers brushing lightly over your collarbone, sending sparks of electricity skittering across your skin. “Absolutely perfect.”

Her touch was maddening, feather-light and teasing, as if she enjoyed drawing out every second of your torment. She traced the outline of your muscles, her nails dragging slightly, leaving faint red lines in their wake. You bit your lip to stifle a groan, but Hyeju noticed, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

“Oh, don’t hold back,” she murmured, leaning down to press a kiss just below your jaw. “I want to hear every sound you make.”

Her tongue flicked out, hot and wet against your neck, and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped your lips. Hyeju chuckled, the sound low and throaty, as she continued her descent, her mouth leaving a trail of fire wherever it touched.

By the time she reached your chest, your breathing was ragged, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure she could hear it. She paused, her lips hovering just above your nipple, and you held your breath, waiting for what came next.

“Tell me,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, “do you like it when I tease you? When I make you squirm?”

You shook your head frantically, desperate to deny the truth, but Hyeju simply laughed. “It’s adorable how much you lie to yourself,” she said, her voice dripping with amusement. “But don’t worry. I’ll make you admit it sooner or later.”

With that, she closed her mouth around your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you arch off the bed. A strangled cry tore from your throat, and Hyeju hummed in approval, her tongue swirling and flicking until you were gasping for air.

She didn’t stop there. Her hands roamed freely now, tracing the planes of your abdomen, dipping into the hollows of your hips, exploring every inch of you as if she were memorizing your body. Her touch was everywhere at once, overwhelming and intoxicating, and you felt yourself drowning in the sensations she stirred within you.

When her fingers finally brushed against the inside of your thigh, you jerked instinctively, but the restraints held firm, keeping you pinned in place. Hyeju tsked softly, her lips curving into a pout. “Naughty,” she chided, her nails digging into your flesh just enough to sting. “Didn’t I tell you to stay still?”

You whimpered, your mind too clouded with desire to form a coherent response. Hyeju seemed to take that as an invitation, her hand sliding higher, closer to where you needed her most.

“So eager,” she teased, her fingers grazing the edge of your arousal without giving you the relief you craved. “Do you even realize how much power you’re giving me right now?”

The question hung in the air between you, heavy and unspoken, but you didn’t have the strength—or the will—to answer. Hyeju’s eyes burned with intensity as she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a mockery of a kiss.

“I could do anything to you right now,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “Anything at all. And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

You swallowed hard, your throat dry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to deny it. Because deep down, you knew she was right. You would let her do anything. And that knowledge terrified you more than anything else.

Hyeju must have seen the realization in your eyes because she smiled, slow and deliberate, before pulling away. “Good,” she said, her tone soft but laced with authority. “Now let’s see how far I can push you.”

Without another word, she lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to trace a line down your stomach. The sensation was electric, every nerve in your body screaming for more, but Hyeju took her time, savoring every reaction she pulled from you.

By the time she reached your inner thighs, you were shaking, your breaths coming in shallow gasps. Hyeju paused, her lips hovering inches from where you needed her most, and you nearly cried out in frustration.

“Beg,” she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. “If you want me to touch you, then beg.”

Your face burned with shame, but the ache inside you was unbearable, leaving you no choice. “Please,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and barely audible. “Please, Hyeju…”

She cocked her head, her expression one of pure triumph. “Louder,” she ordered, her eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “I want to hear you say it properly.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you forced the words past your lips. “Please, Hyeju… touch me. Please…”

Her grin widened, and she leaned in, her breath warm against your skin. “Good boy,” she purred, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “Now, let’s see if I can make you scream.”

Hyeju’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes dark with hunger as she leaned back, surveying you like a predator savoring its prey. Her fingers trailed lazily down your chest, nails scraping lightly against your skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. You shuddered, your body trembling beneath her touch, every nerve on fire from the torment of her teasing.

“You’re so eager,” she murmured, her voice low and dripping with amusement. “So desperate for me. It’s almost pathetic.” Her hand slid lower, her fingertips brushing just above where you needed her most, before stopping abruptly. She tilted her head, watching you squirm with a cruel smile. “But I suppose that’s what makes this so fun.”

You bit your lip, trying to stifle the whimper threatening to escape. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking contact, but she pulled back just out of reach. A soft laugh escaped her lips, the sound sending a jolt of both humiliation and arousal through you.

“Ah, ah,” she chided, wagging a finger in mock disapproval. “I didn’t say you could move, did I?” Her tone was light, almost playful, but there was an edge to it—a reminder of who was in control. “You’ll have to ask nicely if you want me to continue.”

Your breath hitched, your mind clouded with conflicting emotions. Shame burned in your chest, but the ache between your legs was unbearable, overriding any sense of dignity. “Please,” you gasped, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please, Hyeju…”

She arched an eyebrow, leaning in closer until her lips were inches from yours. “I can’t hear you,” she teased, her breath warm against your skin. “Say it again. And this time, mean it.”

You swallowed hard, your body betraying you as another wave of need crashed over you. “Please,” you begged, louder this time, your voice cracking under the weight of desperation. “Please touch me… I need you…”

Her grin widened, and she let out a low hum of approval. “That’s better,” she purred, her hand finally moving, her fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles just above your aching core. You gasped, your back arching off the bed, but she immediately stopped, pulling her hand away.

“Not so fast,” she scolded, her voice sharp. “You don’t get to decide when we’re done. That’s up to me.” Her gaze bore into yours, commanding obedience. “Understand?”

You nodded frantically, your heart pounding in your chest. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I understand.”

Her smile softened, though the predatory gleam in her eyes never wavered. “Good boy,” she said, her tone almost affectionate. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she spoke, her hot breath making you shiver. “Now, let’s see how much more you can take.”

Her tongue flicked out, licking a slow, torturous path down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin just enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through you. You whimpered, your hands clenching at the silk bindings that held you in place. She chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin, and continued her descent, her lips trailing lower, lower, until they reached the curve of your hip.

Her teeth nipped at the sensitive skin there, and you cried out, your body writhing helplessly beneath her. “Please,” you begged again, your voice breaking. “Hyeju, please…”

She paused, glancing up at you with a wicked smile. “Please what?” she asked, her tone innocent, as if she hadn’t been driving you to the brink of madness. “Use your words, darling.”

You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes from the sheer intensity of it all. “Please… make me come,” you pleaded, the words spilling out in a rush. “I can’t take it anymore…”

Her expression softened, though the devious glint in her eyes remained. “Oh, my poor little thing,” she cooed, her fingers brushing against your inner thigh. “You’re so worked up already. Did you really think I’d let you off that easy?”

Before you could respond, her mouth found its target, and you nearly screamed as her tongue dipped inside you, slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction she drew from you. Your entire body convulsed, your chest heaving as waves of pleasure rolled through you. But just as you teetered on the edge, she pulled away, leaving you gasping and shaking.

“No!” you cried, your voice raw with desperation. “Please, don’t stop…”

She sat back, licking her lips with a satisfied smirk. “Begging already?” she purred, tilting her head as if considering your plea. “Such a needy little thing. I think I like you like this—completely at my mercy.”

Her fingers replaced her mouth, pressing against your slick folds, teasing your entrance without fully entering. You moaned, your hips pushing toward her hand, but she kept the pressure light, maddeningly slow. “Please,” you sobbed, your vision blurring as the tension coiled tighter and tighter inside you. “Please, Hyeju… I’ll do anything…”

Her grin widened, and she leaned down, her lips brushing against yours. “Anything?” she echoed, her voice a sultry murmur. “Careful what you promise, darling. I might just hold you to it.”

With that, she finally gave you what you craved, her fingers plunging deep inside you as her thumb pressed against your clit, circling mercilessly. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as the first wave of bliss crashed over you. But just as quickly, she withdrew, leaving you panting and trembling, your body quivering on the edge of release.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice a silken command. “I’m not done with you.” Her hands moved to your waist, flipping you onto your stomach with ease. You gasped, your face pressing into the sheets as she positioned herself behind you, her body hovering just out of reach.

“You’re mine,” she growled, her voice thick with possessiveness. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Her hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as she lined herself up. The anticipation was agony, every second stretching into eternity as you waited, trembling, for her next move. When she finally pushed inside you, it was with a brutal force that stole the breath from your lungs. You gasped, your fingers clawing at the sheets as she began to move, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

“Scream for me,” she demanded, her voice a low growl. “Let me hear how much you need this.”

And you did. Your cries filled the room, mingling with the sound of her harsh breaths as she claimed you completely. Your body was no longer your own, lost in a haze of pleasure and submission as she brought you to the brink once more. Just as you felt yourself about to tip over, she slowed, her movements becoming agonizingly deliberate.

“Not yet,” she whispered, her voice a cruel caress. “Not until I say so.”

You sobbed, your body trembling with the effort to hold on. “Please,” you begged, your voice broken. “Please, Hyeju… let me come…”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Soon,” she promised, her tone laced with dark amusement. “But first, I want to hear you beg one more time…”

[elryuse]

Bite Me & Own Me

Yandere Vampire Gowon X Male Reader

Tags : Vampire Gowon, Body Worship, Biting, Kissing, Dominant, Body Licking, Submission

Words : 4,422 Words

This Is a Commission Story for My Friend @starconstruction again, Thanks a lot for the support Bruv. I hope you like it.

The stadium lights flickered, casting long shadows across the empty seats as Y/n adjusted his earpiece, the faint hum of feedback buzzing in his ear. He glanced at his watch—10:47 PM. The concert had ended nearly an hour ago, but the energy of the crowd still lingered in the air, a ghostly echo of screams and applause. His coworkers had already left for the night, leaving him alone to finish the post-show cleanup. Or so he thought.

As he bent down to pick up a discarded poster, he felt it—the eyes. A cold, lingering gaze that prickled the back of his neck like ice. He straightened, his breath hitching as he scanned the darkened arena. Was someone still here? The thought sent a shiver down his spine. He shook his head, brushing it off as exhaustion. After all, who would stay behind in this cavernous place after hours?

But then he remembered her. Gowon. The idol. The way she’d looked at him during the soundcheck, her lips curling into that knowing smirk as if she could see straight through him. He’d been embarrassed, sure, but flattered too. Who wouldn’t be? She was Gowon—a rising star, a goddess among mortals. Her beauty was almost otherworldly, her voice captivating, her presence magnetic. Yet, something about her gaze had felt… different. Almost predatory.

“Stop being paranoid,” he muttered to himself, stuffing the poster into a trash bag. But the feeling didn’t go away. Instead, it grew heavier, more suffocating, until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. He turned, half-expecting to see nothing, but there she was.

Gowon stood at the edge of the stage, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of emergency exit signs. She wasn’t dressed in her dazzling performance outfit anymore. Instead, she wore a sleek black gown that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her lips—those damn lips—curved into a sly smile as she stepped forward.

“You’re still here,” she said, her voice low and melodic, sending a wave of warmth through him despite the chill in the air.

Y/n’s throat went dry. “Uh, yeah. Just finishing up. What about you?”

She tilted her head, studying him with those piercing eyes. “I was looking for you.”

His heart skipped a beat. “Me? Why?”

Instead of answering, she took another step closer, her heels clicking against the floor. The sound echoed through the empty stadium, each one amplifying his unease. “You’ve been on my mind all evening,” she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness laced with something darker. “That shy little look you gave me earlier… it was adorable.”

He swallowed hard, his palms sweating. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just—”

“You were curious,” she finished for him, her smile widening. “Curious about me. About what I’m really like when the cameras aren’t rolling.” She was close now, close enough that he could smell her perfume—something floral yet intoxicating, like roses dipped in wine.

Before he could respond, a scream shattered the silence. It came from outside, sharp and panicked, cutting through the night like a knife. Y/n’s head snapped toward the sound, his instincts kicking in. “What was that?”

Gowon’s expression didn’t change. If anything, she seemed amused. “Go see for yourself.”

Without thinking, he bolted toward the nearest exit, his heart pounding in his chest. The parking lot was dimly lit, the rows of cars eerily silent except for the faint sound of footsteps. And then he saw it—his coworker, Minji, slumped against a car, her hands clutching her neck as blood seeped through her fingers. Gowon stood over her, her lips stained crimson, her fangs glistening in the moonlight.

Y/n froze, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. “W-What the hell—”

Gowon turned to him, her eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. “Oh good, you came,” she said, licking her lips. “I was hoping you’d join us.”

Panic surged through him, overriding every rational thought. He turned to run, but she was faster—far faster than any human should be. In an instant, she was in front of him, her hand clamping around his wrist with inhuman strength. He tried to pull away, but it was no use. Her grip was like iron, unyielding and cold.

“Let go!” he shouted, thrashing against her hold.

She laughed—a low, melodious sound that sent chills down his spine. “Don’t waste your energy,” she whispered, leaning in so close that her breath brushed against his ear. “This is inevitable.”

Before he could protest, she struck, her fangs sinking into his neck with a sharp pain that quickly dulled into a strange, tingling numbness. He gasped, his vision blurring as darkness crept in at the edges. The last thing he saw before everything went black was her face—smiling, triumphant, and utterly irresistible.

When he woke, the first thing he noticed was the chains. Heavy, cold metal wrapped around his wrists and ankles, anchoring him to a plush bed. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and something else—something metallic and coppery. He struggled against the restraints, his breathing quickening as panic set in.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Her voice came from the shadows, smooth and velvety, before she stepped into the light. Gowon looked even more breathtaking up close, her flawless skin glowing in the soft light of the room. She wore nothing but a sheer robe that left little to the imagination, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness.

“Wh-What do you want from me?” Y/n stammered, his voice trembling.

She smiled, running a finger along the edge of the bed as she circled him. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you to worship me.”

His eyes widened. “Worship you?”

She stopped at the foot of the bed, her gaze locking onto his. “Yes. Every inch of me. And if you do it well…” She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “…I might let you live.”

He swallowed hard, his heart racing as reality sank in. She wasn’t just an idol. She was a predator. A monster. And he was completely at her mercy.

Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned forward, his lips grazing the smooth skin of her leg. She sighed, a low, contented sound that sent a jolt of heat through him. He moved higher, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh as she moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her voice dripping with approval. “Now keep going…”

And so he did, every lick, every touch, drawing him deeper into her web—into her dark, obsessive world where escape was no longer an option.

He swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a drumbeat that refused to quiet. The room was suffocatingly dark, lit only by the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the cracked blinds. Her silhouette loomed over him, predatory and possessive, her eyes glowing with an unnatural crimson hue. He couldn’t move—not that he wanted to anymore. His body was betraying him, responding to her even as his mind screamed at him to run.

She tilted her head, a slow, deliberate movement that sent shivers down his spine. Her lips curled into a smile, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light. “You look so delicious,” she purred, her voice low and sultry, each word dripping with honeyed danger. “All mine.”

His breath hitched. Mine. The word echoed in his mind, sinking deeper and deeper until it felt like a brand seared into his soul. She didn’t just want him—she owned him. And he knew it.

Her hand reached out, slender fingers brushing against his cheek. The touch was feather-light, almost tender, but the intentions behind it were anything but. “You’ve been avoiding me,” she murmured, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “Why is that?”

“I-I wasn’t—” he stammered, his voice trembling as much as his body. He couldn’t finish the lie. She already knew the truth.

She chuckled, a sound that was both melodic and menacing. “Don’t bother lying, darling. I can hear your heartbeat. It tells me everything.” Her nails trailed down his neck, leaving faint red marks in their wake. “You’re scared… but you’re also curious. Aren’t you?”

He couldn’t deny it. There was something about her—something magnetic and terrifying all at once. He had tried to stay away, tried to convince himself that she was dangerous, that she would ruin him. But every time he saw her, every time she looked at him with those piercing eyes, he felt drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Her fingers slid lower, settling on his collarbone. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice softening as if she were marveling at him. “So beautiful. So fragile.” Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot against his skin. “And all mine.”

His knees buckled, and he sank onto the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sheets for support. She followed him effortlessly, her movements fluid and predatory. One leg swung over his lap, trapping him beneath her weight. Her skirt rode up, revealing the smooth expanse of her thigh. His gaze lingered there, unable to look away.

She noticed, of course. She always did. “Go on,” she coaxed, her voice a velvet whisper. “Touch me.”

His hand trembled as he reached out, his fingertips grazing her skin. It was warm, impossibly so, and softer than he had imagined. Her scent filled his senses—sweet and metallic, like roses dipped in blood. He swallowed hard, his throat dry.

“That’s it,” she murmured, leaning back slightly to give him more access. “You’re doing so well…”

Encouraged by her words, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her thigh. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky exhale. She sighed, a low, contented sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair. “Now keep going…”

He obeyed without hesitation, his tongue tracing a path up her thigh. Every lick, every kiss, drew him deeper into her spell. His hands roamed higher, exploring the curves of her legs, the dip of her waist. She moaned softly, the sound sending waves of desire crashing through him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him closer. “Yes…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Just like that.”

He could feel her watching him, her gaze heavy and possessive. It made his cheeks burn, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. She was everything—his obsession, his tormentor, his salvation. And he was completely at her mercy.

Her other hand reached down, cupping his chin and tilting his face up to meet hers. Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. “Do you understand now?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind. “There’s no escaping me. You belong to me.”

He nodded, his breath hitching as her thumb stroked his bottom lip. “Y-yes…”

She smiled, a wicked, triumphant grin that sent another wave of heat coursing through him. “Good,” she said, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her mouth was demanding, claiming him with a ferocity that left him breathless. He melted into her, his hands gripping her waist as if letting go would mean certain death. She tasted like sin and power, and he couldn’t get enough.

When she finally pulled away, he was panting, his lips swollen and tingling. She smirked, clearly pleased with the effect she had on him. “Let’s see how far you’re willing to go,” she murmured, her voice teasing as she shifted her weight, positioning herself above him.

His pulse quickened, anticipation coiling tightly in his gut. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the promise of what was to come. She reached behind her, undoing the clasp of her top and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he took her in.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, her skin flawless and glowing in the moonlight. And her eyes—those piercing, crimson eyes—held him captive, refusing to let him look away. “Well?” she purred, running a finger along the edge of her bra. “What are you waiting for?”

He hesitated for only a moment before reaching out, his hands trembling as they settled on her hips. She leaned into his touch, her expression softening slightly. “That’s my good boy,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval.

But then her expression shifted, her gaze darkening as a playful smirk twisted her lips. “But don’t think for a second that this means you’re safe,” she warned, her tone laced with mischief. “I still haven’t decided whether I’m going to devour you tonight… or save you for later.”

His breath hitched, his heart racing as her words sank in. She wasn’t just an idol. She was a predator. A monster. And he was completely at her mercy.

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “Make me proud,” she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. “And maybe I’ll let you live.”

He swallowed hard, his hands still resting on her hips as she leaned closer, her crimson eyes glowing like embers in the dark. Her breath was warm against his skin, and he could feel the sharp points of her fangs grazing his neck. She wasn’t just teasing him anymore—she was testing him. Testing how far he would go to survive. How much he would give up to please her.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his shirt before she tugged at the fabric, exposing his collarbone. He shivered but didn’t pull away. There was no point. She had already taken control of every fiber of his being, and he knew it. The realization should have been terrifying, but instead, a strange heat pooled low in his stomach, twisting his fear into something darker, more desperate.

“You’re trembling,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry as her lips brushed against his ear. “But not entirely from fear, are you?”

He opened his mouth to protest, to deny it, but no words came out. Instead, a small, helpless sound escaped him as her tongue flicked against the shell of his ear, sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. His grip on her hips tightened instinctively, pulling her closer, and she let out a soft, approving hum.

“Good boy,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “You’re learning.”

Her lips moved lower, trailing kisses along his jaw until she reached his neck. He could feel the pressure of her teeth against his flesh, teasing but not breaking the skin. Not yet. His heart pounded in his chest, the sound echoing in his ears like a drumbeat. She’s going to bite me, he thought, a mix of fear and anticipation coursing through him. And I’m going to let her.

“Do you want this?” she asked, her voice a velvet purr that sent a shiver down his spine. “Or are you too afraid to admit it?”

His throat felt dry, his voice barely above a whisper when he finally managed to speak. “I… I don’t know.”

She chuckled, the sound low and dark, and pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes burned with an intensity that made his breath catch, and for a moment, he felt pinned beneath her stare, unable to look away.

“Liar,” she said, a sly smile curling her lips. “You want this. You need this. And deep down, you know I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

He couldn’t deny it. Not when her presence filled the room like a storm, swirling around him and suffocating any resistance he might have had left. Not when her touch lit fires under his skin, leaving him craving more. Not when her voice wrapped around him like a vice, pulling him deeper into her web.

“Please,” he whispered, the word escaping before he could stop it. It was a plea, a surrender, and she knew it.

Her smile widened, her fangs glinting in the dim light as she leaned in again. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

Her lips found his neck once more, and this time, there was no hesitation. He felt the sharp sting as her fangs pierced his skin, followed by a rush of warmth as she began to drink. His knees buckled, but she held him steady, her grip firm and unyielding. A moan escaped his lips, unintentional but undeniable, as pleasure mingled with the pain, creating a heady cocktail of sensations that left him lightheaded and dizzy.

She drank slowly, savoring every drop, and he could feel the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. It was as if she were weaving herself into the very fabric of his being, binding him to her in ways he couldn’t fully understand. He was hers now—body, mind, and soul—and he knew there was no going back.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, and her eyes shone with a predatory gleam that made his stomach clench. She licked her lips slowly, her tongue sliding over the crimson streaks as she studied him, taking in the way his chest heaved and his body trembled.

“Mine,” she declared, her voice firm and possessive. “From now on, you belong to me.”

He nodded, his voice failing him as he struggled to find the strength to stand. But she wasn’t done yet. Her hand slid up his chest, stopping over his racing heart, and she leaned in close, her lips brushing against his as she spoke.

“Kiss me,” she commanded, her tone leaving no room for refusal.

He hesitated for only a moment before obeying, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was equal parts tender and demanding. Her taste—metallic and sweet from his blood—filled his mouth, and he groaned softly as her tongue tangled with his, claiming him all over again.

Her hands roamed his body, exploring every inch with a hunger that matched his own. He gasped as she nipped at his bottom lip, her fangs grazing the sensitive skin as she pulled back just enough to smirk at him.

“You’re doing so well,” she murmured, her voice dripping with approval. “But we’re not finished yet.”

Before he could respond, she pushed him back onto the bed, following him down with a predatory grace that left no doubt about who was in control. Her weight pressed against him, pinning him in place, and he could feel the heat radiating off her skin as she straddled him, her thighs bracketing his hips.

“Look at me,” she ordered, her voice cutting through the haze of desire clouding his mind.

He obeyed, his eyes meeting hers as she leaned down, her hair falling like a curtain around them. Her lips brushed against his once more, soft and teasing, before she pulled back to trail kisses down his jaw and neck, stopping where she had bitten him earlier.

“Do you feel it?” she asked, her voice a husky whisper against his skin. “The bond between us? It’s unbreakable now. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you’ll always be mine.”

He nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as her hands explored his body with a possessiveness that left him aching for more. Every touch, every kiss, every word was a reminder of the hold she had over him, and he was powerless to resist.

“Say it,” she demanded, her eyes blazing with intensity as she pinned him with her gaze. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” he whispered, his voice trembling but sincere. “Completely.”

She smiled, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips that sent a jolt of heat straight to his core. “Good. Now show me.”

Her lips crashed against his again, and this time, there was nothing gentle about it. It was pure hunger, pure need, and he responded in kind, his hands gripping her hips as he pulled her closer, arching up against her. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, locked in a dance of darkness and desire that neither of them could escape.

She pulled away from him, her lips glistening with the taste of his blood and his desire. Her crimson eyes gleamed as she took a step back, her fingers trailing down his chest before breaking contact entirely. The air between them felt electric, charged with an unspoken promise that made his breath hitch.

“You think you’ve seen me,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, like velvet brushing against his skin. “But you haven’t. Not yet.”

His heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, transfixed. She moved to the center of the room, her movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. The dim light caught the edges of her form, casting long shadows that seemed to ripple with her every motion. He could feel the power radiating off her, a dark energy that made his knees weak.

She began to sway, her hips rolling in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her hands drifted upward, fingers threading through her hair as she tilted her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. His mouth went dry as he realized what she was doing—she wasn’t just dancing. She was transforming.

Her body shifted, elongating slightly, her movements becoming more animalistic, more primal. Her crimson eyes glowed brighter, the predatory hunger in them undeniable. Her fangs elongated further, sharp and gleaming, and her nails grew into claws that flexed momentarily before she curled them into loose fists. She was shedding the illusion of humanity, revealing the true monster beneath the surface.

Yet, even as fear coiled in his gut, it was impossible to look away. She was mesmerizing, a creature of darkness and beauty, and he was utterly captivated.

“This is who I am,” she said, her voice echoing with a deeper resonance now. It wasn’t just her words—it was her presence, her very essence that demanded his attention. “Do you still want me?”

He swallowed hard, his throat tight. He wanted to speak, to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he nodded, his gaze locked on hers, unable to tear himself away.

She smiled, slow and dangerous, and began to move again. This time, her dance was more deliberate, more intimate. She prowled closer, her steps measured, each one bringing her nearer to him. The air around her seemed to shimmer, as though the room itself was bending to her will.

When she was close enough to touch, she reached out, her clawed fingers grazing his cheek. He shuddered at the sensation, the cool touch of her skin sending a jolt of heat through him. Her other hand trailed down his chest, her nails lightly scratching as they went, leaving faint red lines in their wake. The sting of pain mixed with pleasure, and he let out a shaky breath.

“Dance with me,” she whispered, her voice like a caress. She didn’t wait for his response, pulling him to his feet with surprising strength. Her arms wound around him, her body pressed flush against his, and she began to guide him in slow, sensual movements.

At first, his steps were awkward, hesitant, but she led him with ease, her confidence infectious. Soon, he found himself falling into the rhythm, his body responding to hers as if they had been doing this forever. The world outside ceased to exist—there was only her, her scent, her touch, her heat.

Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath warm as she whispered, “You belong to me now. Body and soul.”

He couldn’t argue. Didn’t want to. Every fiber of his being was attuned to her, his heart beating in time with hers, his breaths coming in sync. She was everything—the center of his universe, the keeper of his darkest desires.

Her hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, and he gasped as her fingers wrapped around him. Her grip tightened, teasingly slow, and she leaned in, her lips hovering just above his.

“Tell me you want this,” she murmured, her voice a mix of command and temptation. “Tell me you need it.”

“I… I need it,” he stammered, his voice shaking with desire. “I need you.”

Her lips curved into a wicked smile, and she tightened her hold, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. “Good boy.”

She released him then, stepping back just enough to strip away her clothing in one fluid motion. Her body was radiant, her pale skin glowing in the dim light, every curve and line perfectly sculpted. She was both terrifying and breathtaking, a goddess of the night.

She reached for him again, pulling him close, and this time there was no hesitation in his movements. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch, every detail, committing it all to memory. She was cold to the touch, but the fire within her burned bright, igniting something deep inside him.

Her lips found his neck, her fangs scraping lightly against his skin. He tensed instinctively, but she soothed him with a soft murmur, her tongue laving over the spot before biting down. The sharp sting of pain gave way to a wave of pleasure, and he moaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she drank from him.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were stained with his blood, and she licked them clean with deliberate slowness. “Mine,” she repeated, her voice firm and commanding.

He nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. She guided him to the floor, her body moving over his with predatory grace. Her hands pinned his wrists above his head, her claws pressing just enough to remind him of her strength. She leaned down, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “Now, show me how much you mean it.”

And so he did, every movement, every touch, every kiss pouring his devotion into her. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a world of darkness and desire where nothing else mattered but the connection between them.

As their bodies moved together, she leaned in close, her lips grazing his ear. “You’ll never leave me,” she purred, her voice dripping with possessive certainty. “Will you?”

“Never,” he gasped, his resolve crumbling under her touch. “I’m yours. Forever.”

[elryuse]

A Yandere Jeon Heejin x Male Reader please

THIRST

YANDERE JEON HEEJIN X MALE READER

In the bustling halls of Maplewood High School, Heejin reigned as the epitome of popularity. With her flawless looks, captivating charm, and effortless grace, she was adored by many. Yet beneath her radiant facade lurked a dark obsession, one that revolved around her childhood friend, Lee Y/n.

"Yah Stupid Head... Give me your lunch money".

"P-please don't do this to me.. I've never done anything to you.. ".

"How dare you talk back to me... Boys punch him harder.. ".

"No please. Stop... Ahh".

Once inseparable, Heejin and Y/n shared a bond forged in the innocence of youth. However, as they entered high school, Heejin's rise to popularity led her down a path of cruelty. She reveled in her newfound status, using it to belittle and torment Y/n, relishing in his pain as he endured her relentless bullying.

Despite Heejin's transformation into the school's golden girl, her heart ached with an unspoken longing for the boy she had once cherished. But pride and peer pressure kept her from acknowledging her true feelings, and she pushed Y/n further away with each passing day.

Then tragedy struck. A horrific accident shattered the illusion of Heejin's perfect life, leaving her ostracized by her former friends and drowning in a sea of despair. In her darkest hour, it was Y/n who extended a hand of compassion, offering solace amidst the storm of her anguish.

"Stay away from us Heejin... You're ugly as heck... Ahahaha.... C'mon girls let's leave her".

"Girl's please... I'm one of the most popular girls right..."??

"Bitch please... Once we know how fake you were... Your career is basically over".

"Please... I've done everything for this group... For you all... ".

"Let's leave girlsss.. ".

"No... Please.. Don't leave mee...".

"Are you alright Heejin"?

"Y.. Y/n...".?

"C'mon let's get you back on the right track Heejin.. ".

"Y/n...*sobs* I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry... After everything that I've done... I'm sorry... ".

"It's okay... Let's get you home safely now.. ".

"Thank you... Thank you Y/n *hugs him* Thank youu".

As Heejin found herself drawn to Y/n's unwavering kindness, her feelings evolved into something far more consuming. She watched him with a feverish intensity, her heart swelling with a love she could no longer deny. But as her affection deepened, so too did her obsession, spiraling into a dangerous obsession that consumed her every thought.

Determined to make Y/n hers and hers alone, Heejin's actions grew increasingly erratic and possessive. She would go to any lengths to keep him by her side, manipulating situations to isolate him from others and showering him with suffocating affection.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM... HE'S MINE BICTCH... *thud* YOU BETTER STAY AT THAT POSITION, IF YOU DARE TO WOKE UP... I'M GONNA HURT YOU AGAIN.. AND AGAIN.. ".

"please... Help-".

"I SAID SHUR THE FUCK UP".

"y/n...help..m-".

"I WILL MAKE SURE HE FORGETS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YUNA... HIS MEMORIES WIYH YOU WILL BE GONE.. I SHALL TAKE THAT PLACE INSTEAD... BYE BYE SWEETIE AND SWEET DREAMS".

"y/n...agh..uh...hh".

But as Heejin's grip tightened, Y/n began to sense the darkness lurking within her, and fear gnawed at the edges of his heart. Trapped in Heejin's suffocating embrace, he realized that her love had transformed into something monstrous, a twisted obsession that threatened to consume them both.

Caught in the clutches of Heejin's dangerous affection, Y/n could only watch helplessly as the girl he once knew descended further into madness. And in the shadow of her obsession, their once-cherished bond stood on the brink of destruction, a casualty of Heejin's desperate desire to possess him at any cost.

[lovesanmotion]

Not Friends - Yandere!LOONA Heejin, Kim Lip, Jinsoul & Yves

summary: in which y/n's life is never the same again

song inspo: not friends - loona x ryan jhun

themes: wlw, death, blood, yandere tendencies, gxg, soft smut (?)

italicized means flashbacks

3: Singing in the Rain

When Mrs Jung was pregnant, she often wished for her unborn child to look like a doll. It didn't matter to her if her unborn child would come out as a boy or a girl, she'd still love them wholeheartedly. And when the baby came out as a girl and looked like a doll that she has hoped for, Mrs Jung was simply overjoyed.

Growing up, Jinsoul was very spoiled. With a silver spoon on her mouth, whatever she wished for, it would immediately come to her like a snap of a finger. Life is like a bed roses for her, having everyone under her command at a young age, being able to summon them anything she wanted.

Though there came a time when a new young maid arrived at their home and rejected her request to buy her a betta fish, telling her that it would be wiser to keep a goldfish instead. Young Jinsoul started whining and complaining about wanting a blue betta, her cries resonating all over the house while flailing her arms by her sides. Unknown to her, she unconsciously took a hold of her silver knife and almost stabbed the young maid but missed.

Jinsoul stopped crying when she heard the older woman tremble in front of her, seeing her body shake felt satisfying.

"I...I will go get you that fish you requested for"

At a young age, Jinsoul learned that she could use violence to gain something.

Jinsoul slammed her hands down on the wooden table as she angrily eyed the person who got too close to the love of her life - Heejin.

It had been weeks since Y/N arrived at their school and Jinsoul so badly wanted to walk up to her and introduce herself to her, being able to hang out with her. But her chances would fall short as Heejin would often steal her and drag her away. A little game that she and Heejin unvocably liked to play.

The lights of the many monitor screens illuminated on her face, zooming the cctv camera closer to your face as Jinsoul lets out a dreamy sigh.

"Oh Y/N, how I badly want to hold your hand" She says, placing her elbows on top of the table and resting her cheeks in her palms. She was supposed to be in class, but Jinsoul rather spend her one hour and a half staring at you.

Her dreamy looks suddenly faltered as you got up from your seat and headed out the doors and into the bathroom. Immediately getting up from the security house, Jinsoul ran towards the second floor bathroom. A soft sigh escaping her lips as she found your feet inside one of the stalls, glad to know that she came just in time.

Jinsoul slightly walked backwards as she heard you shifting inside and pretended to bump into you as you got out.

"I'm so sorry!" Y/N said, bowing her head to the senior student in front you.

Jinsoul grinned to herself, you looked pretty up close. Inhaling the scent of the stall you were just in. "No worries! You're the new student right? Wow you look prettier up close"

She watched as y/n blushed to herself. "You're too kind, senior-"

"Oh please call me Jinsoul!"

Y/N blinked before getting herself together. "O-Oh okay..."

Immediately, Y/N rushed out of the bathroom, feeling as if she stayed longer she'd pee herself. Jinsoul watched as the flustered girl leave, letting out a soft chuckle before following her out. Instead of heading to her own class, Jinsoul lingered longer on the floor where Y/N's classroom is, occassionally walking past the windows, casting quick glances at her before finally leaving the floor of the classroom, but on her way out, she uses a spare key to unlock Y/N's locker, taking out the blue umbrella and bringing it along with her.

And just like how Jinsoul predicted, it started to rain that afternoon, just as when the classes ended. Leaving the security room, she walked back to Y/N's classroom, seeing her looking confused right in front of her locker.

"What are you looking for?" Jinsoul asks, slowly making her way towards y/n.

"My umbrella. I can't find it." Y/N answers, now rummaging through her backpack. "I know I left it here." She adds, her visible stress finally showing on her face.

"I could take you home. I have an umbrella with me." Jinsoul offers a smile at her, taking out her own clear foldable umbrella.

"Won't I be in your way?" Y/N asks, slowly zipping her backpack close.

Jinsoul immediately shook her head. "If anything, it makes me happy to see you home safe." Slowly Jinsoul leaned down, face level with Y/N. "I want you depend on me, Y/N. I can do anything for you."

Jinsoul watched as Y/N nodded her head, smiling at the younger girl before holding her hand and walking her home, even lending to Y/N her spare jacket to wrap the sleeves around her waist, covering up her legs.

The small gestures made Y/N's heart flutter. Jinsoul was her upperclass senior and maybe, she felt nice to help her. Not knowing that she was only like this to her exclusively.

[lovesanmotion]

Not Friends - Yandere!LOONA Heejin, Kim Lip, Jinsoul & Yves

summary: in which y/n's life is never the same again

song inspo: not friends - loona x ryan jhun

themes: wlw, death, blood, yandere tendencies, gxg, soft smut (?)

italicized means flashbacks

1: Vivid

"Everyone, there is a new student coming to join us!" Ms Oh chirped happily as she stood behind the desk and all the girls at Haesbich Girls' High School suddenly broke into loud gossips, anticipating the who the new girl could be.

Except, Jeon Heejin. The girl with dark brown hair, fair white skin, small, buttoned nose, rosy pink lips, pixie like ears and chilly whiskey brown eyes that sat at the very back of the classroom. She never liked any of the girls in her class; for Heejin, all them were mean and two faced bitches under the disguise of their innocent faces.

As the wooden door opened, Heejin's eyes widened into the shapes of a full moon. How could someone so pretty be human? Her eyes followed the face of the new girl who shyly clutched onto the straps of her backpack, Heejin swore to herself that nobody could be that pretty.

But you defied all the impossible.

"Hello, everyone! My name is Y/N Y/L/N. Please take care of me!"

Y/N. The way she spoke her name sounded so beautiful that it made Heejin's heart skip a thousand times more. As all the other girls were busy fawning at how cute you were, Heejin snarled and wanted your attention all on her.

"It's very nice to meet you, Ms Y/L/N." Ms Oh smiled as she turned her head to face you. "Why don't you take that fee seat?"

Heejin side glanced at the free seat besides her. She couldn't believe that the new girl would be sitting right beside her! Pleased that nobody chose to sit beside her in the beginning of the term, she pulled the chair for you and offered you one of her most eye catching smiles.

"Hi!" She greeted at you. "I'm Heejin!"

As Ms Oh started to lecture, Heejin could care less about it. She was busy basking her eyes in your side profile, marvelling at the smooth structure of your chin, your pointed nose and long and lush eyelashes.

' If the Goddess Hera were to see you, she would be jealous of your beauty. ' Heejin thought to herself.

As the bell rang for recess, you started to pack up all of your belongings that you took out.

"I can show you around the campus. I can give you a tour if you want me to." Heejin suddenly spoke before you could get up from your seat. Smiling shyly while looking down, you nodded your head.

"I'd love that!"

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"Heejin..what if someone sees us here?" You shakily asked as smoke came out of your mouth from the cold.

"Chill out, babe. It's just us here. Fuck what the world thinks were doing." Heejin grins and helps you climb up the wired fence while chewing the cherry flavored gum inside her mouth. "Plus, I don't think anyone would be here because one, this place is abandoned. And two, we can scare people off and think the ghosts of this place are haunting and operating it."

But what Heejin really wanted to say is that she came prepared for the insides of her denim jacket contained: a 9mm pistol.

"I can't believe a place like this closed down when people created a lot of memories here. Both old and young. What do you think- Heejin?" You suddenly stopped and asked on where could she be, suddenly missing by your side.

It was cold and dark and anything could pop in front of you. You gulped and crossed your arms to yourself while Heejin's sweatshirt kept you warm. "Heejin-ah..." you muttered, almost on the verge of tears when all of a sudden bright lights of gold lit up.

"Did you like my surprise? I got my hands dirty for you and I'll get really mad if you say you didn't like it." Heejin feigned her frown. But a small chuckle elicited your lips as you suddenly brought the girl in your arms, tightening your hold around her. "I like it very much."

The first ride you went to is the merry go round, enjoying the ride no matter how many times you've enjoyed being spun around and brought up and down of the machine. Just like the merry go round, your life was a continous cycle that never seemed to end, your life always going up and down and you didn't know how to change it.

But it was Heejin who broke the loop for you; you got out of the track.

And while you were smiling and enjoying the ride, Heejin looked at you like you were of the stars, the sky and all the heavenly forms. Nothing else mattered to her, just you and you alone. And Heejin would kill anyone who dared to get in between your relationship.

After the merry go round, Heejin proposed to go to the haunted ride next. She wouldn't deny it, but the reason why she wanted go there next is because she wanted you to cling onto her. Everything you do, you did very cutely, and Heejin just couldn't get enough of you. You could just breathe and she would find it breathtaking, magnificent, talented.

Although of course, only Heejin could breathe the same air and walk the same path as you.

From the haunted ride to the spinning teacups and the roller coaster, this was a night you would never forget.

Sheltered all your life from what the world has to offer, Heejin brought you out from the confinements of your bedroom and showed one half of what the world has in store for you to discover, and you were loving every minute you stayed.

"I wish my life could be like this" You suddenly spoke as you slowly swung yourself on the playground, Heejin sitting right besides you.

"I wish my parents weren't so overprotective of me. And I wish this night wouldn't end."

Hearing this, Heejin reached out to hold your hand. Hearing those words wanted her to take away the pain you feel.

"We'll create more memories together. You and me."

[lovesanmotion]

The Masterlist

[ ♥ ] yandere [ ♦ ] fluff [ ♣ ] smut [ ♠ ] angst [✶] mafia 

Last Updated: 100421 

ATEEZ: 

MTL: 

kill their S/O in blind rage 

want to have kids 

s/o who does and doesn’t curse 

long hair, short hair 

date a noona but with a youthful aura 

say “i love you” to escape doing chores  

to steal your food

date and marry a foreigner 

get married first

Scenarios: 

yandere!ateez as fanboys ♥

three non-yandere things you do together ♥ ♦

ateez as yanderes ♥

kidnapping you ♥

getting possessive of you, their 9th member ♥ ♦

as produce 101 contestants 

yandere!ateez vs skz fighting over you ♥

mafia!ateez public sex ♣

finding somebody else ♠

joining we got married ♦

as sugar daddies ♣

as dilfs ♣

as brat tamers ♣

sundays with dad!ateez ♦

as love languages ♦

giving you oral ♣

joining return of superman with their child ♦

night routine ♥ 

Reactions: 

running away ♥

s/o writing a song about them ♥

singing to their S/O to sleep ♥ ♦

s/o working with a male idol ♥ ♠

s/o getting into a dating scandal ♥ ♠

s/o working with another idol for a couple stage ♥

you as their 9th member getting hate comments online ♦ ♠

another member confesses their love for you ♦ ♠

having a clumsy yet affection s/o ♥ ♦

s/o with agere ♥ ♦

dispatch revealing your relationship ♦ ♠

seeing his s/o kill for the first time part 1 ♥

seeing his s/o kill for the first time part 2 ♥ 

calling them “bro” ♦

cutting your bangs and failing miserably ♦ 

outing his relationship with s/o ♦ 

being sweet with s/o unknown to a hidden camera ♦

s/o getting hate ♠

idol!s/o goes to their concert ♦

s/o has degradation kink  ♣

s/o being filmed upskirt ♥

seeing s’o’s standee ♥

their daughter has a crush on his member ♦

their children joining his meeting part 1 ♦

another member initiates skinship with his crush ♠

breaking into your house ♥ 

their child is a daddy’s boy/girl ♦

getting to his s/o’s fan call event  ♥

sending their baby to daycare ♦

foreign s/o wears a hanbok ♦

being distant and getting close to another member ♠

you wanting a baby ♥ ♣

in a serious arguement with s/o ♠ part 1

senior idol mentioning you as their idol type ♥

locking you up in a cage and liking it ♥

making up with their s/o ♦ ♠ part 2

s/o still talking to their ex ♥

sending them nudes during a live / shoot ♣ 

falling in love with fubu!s/o ♠

braiding your hair ♦ 

seeing s/o do aegyo for the first time ♥ ♦ 

taking care of their pregnant s/o ♦ 

seeing s/o after a break up with a new guy ♠

s/o finally loving them back ♥ ♦

s/o being the most loved and popular cheerleader ♥

filming a rated scene with you, their 9th member ♥ ♣

s/o helping them wash up  ✶♦

s/o taking care of them ♥

being in love with a popular foreign girl ♥

their crush having their sixth sense open 

yandere!reader kills their s/o part 1♥ ♠

yandere!reader kidnaps them part 2 ♥ ♠

s/o dying in their dreams  ✶

s/o flinching ♥

s/o wearing a lola bunny costume 

drunk confessing to s/o

spying on s/o ✶

s/o bailing them out  ♥

s/o giving birth to their first born child  ✶

cat and mouse with s/o  ♥

idol!s/o’s members not in favor with him 

s/o protecting them  ✶

proposing to s/o  ✶

agere!s/o being a brat ♠

comforting s/o

comforting s/o with ptsd  ✶

private session with s/o ♣

their crush is a police officer 

having a crush on shy!s/o

( 98 liner ) being the photographer for s/o’s boudoir photoshoot ♥

( innocent line ) kiss cam with bff!s/o ♦

waiting for you after marriage ♣

a risque song playing in innocent!s/o’s playlist ♣

s/o hitting them ♥

getting into a car accident and coma ♠

s/o committing suicide ♥

you, their 9th member, getting a special performance in kingdom ♥

( demon line) r&j!au being chased by the cops ♠

( rentalbf!2Ho ) renting him for a day ♦

idol!s/o joins lipstick prince

join running man with idol!s/o

the morning after a one night stand

seeing your baby pictures 

calling them by their first name

( 99 liner ) texting them “he’s leaving now, you can come over” 

s/o has praise kink ♣ 

s/o’s group on the verge of disbanding ♥

breaking up while you carry his child ♠

s/o dying to protect them ♠

witnessing s/o be intimate with another member 

meeting their favorite foreign artist (you) 

idol!s/o doing well as a soloist and interacting more ♥

idol!s/o giving too much attention to a different fansite ♥

s/o has adhd ♥

you, their 9th member gets kidnapped ♠

s/o is a dj 

Oneshots:

desire - kim hongjoong ♥ ♣

take me home - choi san ♣

if without you - choi san ♣

stay - kim hongjoong ♣

treasure - jung yunho ♦

one day at a time - park seonghwa ♣

sunrise - kang yeosang ♣ 

illusion - song mingi ♦ ♠

part 1 

part 2 

better - 2Ho (yunho & jongho)  ♣

still here - jung wooyoung ♣ ♠

inception - choi san ♠ 

my way - jeong yunho ♠

thank u - jung wooyoung ♠ ♦

precious - song mingi  ♦ ♠

part 1 

part 2 

part 3 

part 4 

part 5

wave - choi san 

light - jeong yunho  ✶

part 1

part 2

crescent - jung wooyoung ♦ 

good lil boy - park seonghwa ♦

answer - jeong yunho ♠

hearts awakened, live alive - jeong yunho ♥

wonderland - kim hongjoong 

part 1 

part 2

fever - choi jongho ♥

long journey - park seonghwa ♦

celebrate - ot8

time to love - choi san

horizon - kim hongjoong 

to the beat - park seonghwa 

dancing like butterfly wings - choi jongho ♣

i’m the one - jung wooyoung ♥

dear diary - song mingi

blue summer - jung wooyoung

dazzling light - park seonghwa ♥

leave the door open - kim hongjoong ♣

promise - kang yeosang ♥

be my lover - kim hongjoong 

right now - jung wooyoung ♥ 

it’s raining - kim hongjoong ♣ 

anyhow - kim hongjoong ♦ ♠ 

not too late - kim hongjoong, jeong yunho & jung wooyoung ♠

white love - jung wooyoung & kang yeosang ♠

Yandere Fanboy Series: 

hongjoong | seonghwa | yunho | yeosang | san | mingi | wooyoung | jongho 

A day in the life... yandere mini series: 

hongjoong | seonghwa 

LOONA: 

MTL: 

violent yandere, soft yandere ♥

not like their s/o cursing  ♥ 

adopt a pet with their s/o ♥ ♦

flip a sasaeng 

punish their s/o ♥

Reactions: 

finding out s/o still sleeps with a teddy bear 

meeting their s/o for the first time ♥

( jinsoul ) first date 

Oneshots: 

Not Friends (Yandere!Heejin, Kim Lip, Jinsoul & Yves) ♥ 

Act 1: ViViD

Act 2: Eclipse

Act 3: Singing in the Rain

Act 4: New 

Act 5: The Final Act  

NCT:

Scenarios: 

nct 127 as Produce 101 Contestants ♦

nct dream as types of dates

Yandere Profiles: 

kun 

Reactions: 

( wayv ) foreign s/o making their favorite dish ♦

( wayv ) having sex with an inexperienced s/o ♣ 

( wayv ) roughhousing / playfighting with s/o ♦ 

( brother!00 liner ) asking them how do you look 

( wayv ) s/o not saying “i love you” back when he leaves ♦ 

( dream ) playing 7 minutes in heaven with s/o 

( brother!00 liner ) tying your hair into a ponytail 

MTL: 

date a foreigner 

date a tomboy 

date an older s/o 

survive in a zombie apocalypse

Oneshots: 

nectar - qian kun ♥

[lovesanmotion]

yandere!fanboy!ateez reacts: s/o writing a song about them

This is: requested | I guess....the yandere!ateez as fanboys are a success from what I can see. I only uploaded them without thinking. Also, don’t hesitate to blow up my request box! I’m jobless like Hongjoong, Yeosang and Wooyoung. Also, to the sender who requested this, thank you so much for appreciating my blog and writing! 

Lyrics I placed in order:  Love Battery - LOONA (Immortal Songs)  Shadow - F(x)  Going Crazy - Secret Jieun ft. BAP Yongguk Peekaboo - Red Velvet Shampoo - After School Babe - Hyuna Into You - Yuri Love Foolish - TWICE 

Hongjoong: 

“Even if you are not handsome, I like it. Even if you’re not buff, I like it. You are just for me, to me, you are the best.” 

Hongjoong stood among the crowd with a foolish smile painted on his lips. His hands placed on top of his chest as he listens to your new song that you are performing at your comeback concert. 

“Hold me one more time. Hold me tightly until I burst. Love’s effect must be fading. I need you.” 

A soft sigh escapes his lips dramatically. Lovestuck as he watches the love of his life sing a song about him and how she constantly needed his touch or else she’d die from his lack of attention on her. 

“Fill me with love. Love battery has drained. I can’t live without you, I really can’t live without you. You are my battery.” 

He clutches his chest tightly, his heart beating loudly inside. He didn’t cared how wild the others were cheering for your comeback stage, all that matters to him is that this song was made for him. Just for him. Normally he would promote your songs by requesting them on radio stations, but he hesitated on the idea of promoting it. This was his song. And only he gets the full rights to enjoy it. The others are just listening to it, he thought that you were kind enough to let everyone hear the song you made especially for him. 

“To me, you are everything. I like you so much, I totally like you. My only love, there’s no other, my love. You are the best.” 

As the comeback concert ended, everyone inside the concert hall talked about how your comeback song is a hit and promised to get you another music show win. The others gushed how you must be in love that you wrote a song about affection. 

Hongjoong could only chuckle to himself as he walks out of the venue, hands filled with your individual merchandise and a wallet almost empty after emptying the shelves of your concert goods. 

“Stupid fools think that the song is for them when in fact the song is about me. Me! Only me! Why would Y/N ever notice all of you when a whole me exists?” Hongjoong thought to himself as he walked alone late that night. 

Seonghwa: 

“Everyday, I secretly chase after your footsteps. I’m always careful so you won’t notice. No one says it but our date has started, our own date.” 

Click click! Seonghwa focuses his camera on a different angle before taking another shot of you. Click click! 

“Where are you going? Step by step, I follow you. Without a word you lead me. Step by step, did you notice me? I have nowhere to hide anymore.” 

Yesterday, Starlight made a comeback and today, they are performing their comeback song at a radio station. For this comeback, Starlight’s Y/N participated in the song writing, having been credited two songs in the mini album. She partook writing the comeback song! 

“When the sun rises, I walk in sync and together with you. I am really really into you. When the moon rises, you fall asleep in my arms. I really really like you.” 

Seonghwa’s parents had been praising him for landing a wonderful job in the corporate world. When in reality, he was only hired by a fellow sasaeng that gave him much flexible work hours so he could still manage to slip out of his work and follow your every footstep in the country or out. He was being paid fairly well even when all he did was just to follow you around.

“Day by day, we resemble each other more and more. Your laughter and tears, I know it all. Don’t be scared, were a fate tied by the sun, its our destiny to be together.” 

As the performance ended, the girls sat back down on their seats and the interview rolled in. Fansites can only hang outside of the studio, and of course, Seonghwa is up close, nearest to Y/N. 

“Congratulations to Starlight! This is their third comeback and the song is really catchy!” The MC remarked. 

“It’s sounds like a summer song! I heard Y/N took part in the production?” The second MC asked, the cameras then turned to face Y/N. Y/N who was flustered, nodded her head. “Yes” 

“Can you tell us the story behind the song? Your fans are dying to know the meaning behind such a good song.” The first MC says. 

Y/N held the microphone in her head, smiling, she explained: “This is a true to life song. I made a song about a guy who was really handsome and captured my heart. We were always going in the same direction and one time, his hand brushed into mine. And I felt so happy by the small connection.” Y/N chuckles. 

When Seonghwa heard about it, he lowered his camera and stared at Y/N. The song was about him. He remembered how he would spend his vacant period at work to follow Y/N when they were shooting an ad around Namsan because of the newly built skywalk. His hand brushed on hers when they were buying food at the convenient store. Seonghwa was so moved by the explanation that he felt like his feelings grew more for you. 

“My sunshine likes getting attention. My attention. That’s right, my sunshine, bathe in my attention only. ” 

Yunho: 

“It’s not love, this isn’t love. It’s just your obsession. Wherever, Whatever I do. It’s frightening. The you who watches me.”

Yunho watched as Y/N practices for her upcoming comeback stage at The Show next week. He admired how she dare approached a bold and mature comeback. And he was so happy to see this new side of his girl. However, he felt like he needed to be more protective of her since she was going for a more risque concept. 

“Have you gone crazy? Why are you like this? Please just leave me alone now. Seeing you is suffocating. Please disappear from my sight.” 

Yunho stood behind the cameras as he watches Y/N and the featured artist practice. He heard a few staffs make a comment about how the featured artist looks like him. And maybe how you might’ve fallen in love with him. Yunho’s feeling swelled when he heard of those comments. In fact, he was so happy that he heard it from them. But you on the other hand, why do you still deny your feelings for him? Why was it so hard for you to be up front and honest with what you feel? Is it because he works as your manager? You’re in the same company as he is? And that you kept insisting to be professional? At this point, Yunho would resign if that was the case. If he can’t have you because of his line of work, he would be more than pleased to resign and be in your arms everyday. 

“Get lost. Just back off. I really can’t breathe. Wherever I go, wherever I am. It’s frightening. The you who follows me.” 

Yunho managed to lift the debts off his family. After paying the debts, he was able to even buy a new home for them around Gangnam area. His parents hesitated on the idea at first since owning a land in Gangnam costs way more than renting, Yunho told them not to worry. Not to worry since he is being paid royalty in his job. After that, he was able to spoil you with luxurious gifts and live with you in your apartment. More like forced himself into your home. 

“This ain’t right, this isn’t love. It just hurts me, don’t be like this. I loved you. But I don’t now. Erase me from your memory.” 

And when the song was released, Yunho was all up for promoting it. He made everyone he know listen to the song in various streaming platforms and watch the MV as well. Whether you would like it or not, Yunho is here to stay in your life. Permanently. 

Yeosang: 

“Peekaboo! This is new, is this love? All my friends yell at me, they say I have a problem. I’m fine fine fine fine fine fine.” 

A small painted Yeosang lips as his eyes followed you on stage. He watched you as you danced in a tight red dress. That was his gift for you last Christmas to be exact. The designer brand didn’t really put it out for sale. They only made one and had it up for auction. It was a dress that accentuated your curves and complimented your skin. Yeosang won the auction and had it included in your next comeback. 

“Tag you’re it! It’ll be fun! I’ll include you here. Til the moon hangs on the jungle gym, let’s play” 

Since Yeosang is someone who holds a high position in the company, he made a proposal to be your sponsor. At first, your members didn’t like the idea since sponsors have a bad reputation attached to it. But you were naive and still proceeded with the sponsorship. You thought it would go bad, but Yeosang made you feel comfortable in his home and gave you all the fame that you wanted. Never did he once ask anything that was against your morals. 

“Peekaboo! It’s strange, you’re different. I stop this game and I look at you again. I’m not a fraid, because I just felt that a new story will begin” 

Your members were still cautious about Yeosang orbitting around you. There was something about him that they could not lay a finger on. Scared that they would find their contracts terminated the following day. But seeing you happy, they felt like they needed to stop. As long as you are happy, they are happy. Yeosang included. 

“Don’t worry, my love. You’re safe with me. Anyone who accuses you will come to me first.” 

San: 

It was 9pm when you made a surprise V live alone in the recording room of your company building. San was actually nearby, he was hid inside the convenient store where he bumped into you before. 

“Hello everyone! Have you all eaten? I missed you alot.” He watches his Y/N pout in the screen. His heart raced a bit, 

“I ate already, my love. Don’t worry.” San responds, as if it was only him that you were talking to. 

“I made a new song and I’m in the recording room. Apparently, I was given permission to spoil the song for you!” Y/N happily takes her phone and draws it closer to the company phone of where she is doing her live. 

“I wanna be shampoo Trickling down your hair I wanna embrace you With my strong fragrance  I will wrap around your entire body With white foam  So even the mirrors can’t see you I will cover you  So no one can have you You won’t ever get rid of my scent” 

“That’s all the spoil for now.” Y/N stops the recording and turns the camera to her face again. She leaned her face closer and read a few comments about how would the fans think. 

“What is your inspiration behind this song?” She read aloud. She leaned back in her seat with her lips pursed. “In all honesty, I met a male fan last week. I actually bumped into him and I was able to smell his perfume and...” Y/N paused. “He smelled so good that...was it possible to fall in love just by smelling their perfume?” Y/N chuckles softly. 

San had his eyes wide. The song was about him. He felt like bursting from his seat but he refrained himself from doing so. 

“I hope he isn’t a weird fan. I also have a fan who constantly bothers me even at the late hours. It’s bothering me. And I hope the person stops soon.” Y/N said. Double jackpot! He got mentioned twice by you. He couldn’t wait until the song releases, he was already booking train station platforms in honor for the release of your song. 

Mingi: 

Was it possible to fall in love with just a touch? Ever since the incident at the Incheon Airport, your company has become stricter and hired more bodyguards when it comes to outside activities. From what you heard, VS Media is even rewriting their rules when it comes to fan and idol gift giving. 

“Come on, let me play some more. Why treat babies gently, I cannot count on you, my age. You’ve walked in any magic. I am the one for you. Everyday I wake up. This is mine.” 

Ever since the incident at the airport, you slightly became uncomfortable with the idea of leaving the dorm. Despite your feelings, rest assured that your members were always there for you. 

“I am not sleeping today. I remember my eyes. I’m not sleeping.”

It’s been a month since you stepped foot inside the airport again, things were going okay. You were able to walk inside and through the gates without any problem. The fans still following your footsteps, you tried to loosen up yourself a bit - smiling and waving at them. Nothing could go wrong. 

Until, you saw a figure from your peripheral vision. You turned your head to take a look, but no one was there. Strange. As you and your group were able to board the plane, you took a seat near the window and pulled out your lyrics notebook. Flipping through the pages, you stopped at an unfinished work. The unfinished work is your solo song used as an outro for Starlight’s upcoming full album. 

“Babe babe babe in your eyes. Babe babe babe in your hand. My appearance is babe babe babe babe. I want to hear it again.”

“Are you writing a song?” You were startled with the question. You turned your head and didn’t noticed how a man with a mask and cap sat besides you already. 

“Yes I am” You spoke softly. “Can I read it?” the man besides you asked. 

You hesitantly gave him the notebook, the man took it and read through the lyrics. 

“I like how you composed the song. It’s still in its raw form too. You’re a genius.” The man complimented. You smiled and thanked him for the compliment. The next thing you knew shocked you. 

The man placed a hand on your knee, his other free hand removed his mask and cap. Song Mingi. At that moment, you couldn’t process what was happening. All you knew was that your mind kept telling you to tell at least your members. But your body started heating up at his touch. 

“Did you miss me?” 

Wooyoung: 

Wooyoung had disguised himself as the photographer for your album. The night before it came, he worked on creating his fake ID and borrowed a spare camera to use for the production. 

“At that smile that sees my eyes. For me, the whole world is bathed in light. Hold my hands and I close my eyes. I hope this time stops here.”

Wooyoung’s breath almost took away as he saw you in black under shorts and wrinkled and almost unbuttoned white button down. He didn’t know what the concept was but his eyes were already feasting on your body, not ever feeling full. 

“Fall in love more deeply, you and I. Let’s fall in deeply, you and I together. The one thing that I want. You seep into me, you spread inside of me.” 

“Ms Y/N taking the bold move of doing her first sexy concept.” Y/N’s manager teased her. Wooyoung knew everyone who was on set. Him, Y/N, Y/N’s manager, stylist, make up artist and a few production crew that wasn’t part of VS Media. 

“What’s the story behind this concept?” Y/N’s manager asked, Wooyoung could only stare in awe at Y/N. Never did he see this side of her. He always knew of Y/N as the sweet and bubbly girl in soft concepts. But of course, Wooyoung love to break the types. 

“I actually like to search my name on the internet. And I came across fanfics of myself.” Y/N chuckles. Oh that sweet sound that made Wooyoung’s heart beat fast. The audio recorders can never outdo it. 

“There is a certain blog that possibly does a lot. That blog posts photos of me, writes fanfics and posts my schedules too. He’s doing god works for my other fans.” Y/N chuckles. As the production of the photoshoot started, Wooyoung did his best to capture the real beauty of this side of Y/N. 

“What a hardworking fan. What’s the name of the blog?” 

“ForY/N” 

Wooyoung’s eyes widens as he heard the name of his blog. His blog inspired you to make a song....about him? 

“Filling my whole heart. With you, I feel my heart. Fall in love more deeply, you and I. Let’s fall in deeply, you and I together.” 

“The way that person writes really amazes me. I’d like to get to know the person.” Y/N explains. His mind fell into a spiral. Part of him wanted the song to be released already but there was also a part of him that wanted the song to be released for him only. 

“Wish will soon become tomorrow. Today is more heart fluttering than yesterday. I want to go together with you. Closer to the place where my dream reaches.”

The bonus thing about what Wooyoung did today is that as a photographer, he was able to keep some of the photos. Running away even with some. 

Jongho: 

Jongho fell in line for the release of your album. He was actually second in line as he was actually camping outside of the building of your company. 

“Everyday I called out your name, about a thousand times, about ten million times Before you finally heard it Cut and rewind, why can’t you be mine? Ooh the one who spins my head like this It’s you, just running running running around you  My repeatedly-midnight promise  I don’t know what to do”

Jongho, who had his arms crossed over his chest, looked up and down to turn around where that song was coming from. He hasn’t heard of this song but he knew that was your voice.

“Crazy love!  I love you, love you, hate, foolish Crazy love!  I love you Make me feel so high Love!  I love you, love you, hate, foolish Crazy love!  I hate you Make me so bad It’s weird, the more I fall for you I’m sorry, I’ll hate you I don’t know, I can’t explain this I’m trapped in a labyrinth of strange emotions”

The whole room was adorned with your own merchandise and on the TV display was actually an MV of your b side. Jongho took a basket and grabbed a handful of your limited and regular version of your albums, along with a packet of your photocards and a griptok. 

As he was in line to pay for his orders, in which his basket was filled as he actually bought more of your items. You made a sudden appearance into the room. For Jongho, he felt as if the room got brighter when you suddenly stepped inside. When it was his turn to pay for his items, the people behind the counter were amazed at how many he was able to fit into his basket. 

Tapping his feet impatiently, he wanted to be able to greet you before you left the room. When his bag was handed to him, he immediately took it and sped walk towards your direction, talking to a few. 

He felt as if the gods were with him. As he drew closer to you, the ones you were talking to left and it just you and him now. 

“Hello Y/N!” Jongho greeted. You turned to him happily. “Hello!” 

“I really really like this song of yours!” He gushed happily. “Can you tell me about it?” 

You nodded happily. “The song is actually about someone who makes me feel happy, the idea of love in a dangerous way? The idea send me thrills.” You chuckled. Jongho felt ecstatic. Beyond the moon even. You wrote a song about him! 

That afternoon when he got home, he made sure that everyone in Seoul would be able to hear the song that you made. It was for him so he had full brag rights to do so.