#yandere huening kai x reader

[mrslaflour]

ᙏ̤̫ GRAPE PARTY — ROUND TWO! kai says it’s the last round, but we know that’s a lie.

pairing — huening kai x reader

warnings — noncon, dark overall, continuation of the first grape party, overall fucked up you know that, height different, tbh maybe it’s because i’m judging my own shit but this to me looks bad because i never planned on making a part 2 but everybody wanted one and my blogs been being weird idfk i hope it fits your standards though

summary — you wake up in that bedroom. a bedroom that carried a lot of fucked up memories not just from you, but probably at least ten other girls. you wished you hadn’t woke up. they all seem to be gone except one. he was the nicest, so whatever. you ask to go home now, they got what they wanted after all. but poor you, he wasn’t finished just yet :(

it felt surreal to be laying here. surreal to even be breathing. hours of literal hell and you still lay in this sweaty, cum stained bed. how many times have they cleaned these sheets? the worst part is that you were still in this room, his room, and not home. not laid out in the middle of the school naked for a janitor to find you and not laid out in the middle of the street ready for some stranger to use you the same way they did. how did they get the others before you home? just push them out the house? you’d run home naked if it meant you’d get out of this place. but you still feel hands on you. a thumb rubbing circles into your hip, a hand on your stomach, and a head just barley in the crook of your neck.

“i had a lot of fun last night.”

kai. kai was still here laying right beside you. his voice vibrates your neck. if you were going to get stuck with any of them, you were glad it was him. but you didn’t particularly want to be stuck with him either. he treated all of this too normal and it was scary.

“i told the others i’d be the one to get you home so we could get more time together.”

you feel his smile against your neck.

“i, ah, we, wanted to keep you here longer. but the cheer team saw us go up after you when you went to the bathroom and…it’s just a whole thing.”

he pauses.

“if we got caught we’d probably never get a chance to feel you again. but if we send you on your way we’ll see each other in school, the streets, you know.”

“why are you still talking to me..?”

the circling in your hip pauses. as if he’s thinking of what to say.

“why wouldn’t i want to speak to you?”

“because i don’t want to speak,”

“i could help with that.”

after all the dirty talk and things they’ve done tonight, you knew damn well what he meant and immediately shook your head no. you don’t have the strength to cry anymore but oh do you want to. all you wanna do is go home and fall face first in your bed and sob your eyes out. you hear your phone ringing and lift your head to see it on the night stand next to you. it’s your friends caller ID. you frown and reach an arm out to grab the phone but he pulls your hand to his chest.

“do you feel my heartbeat? you’re the best i’ve ever had.”

you just stare at the phone as the ringing goes off for the last few times before it’s hangs up automatically. you immediately get spammed with a million text notifications (which you can only assume are from her). you hear kai sigh before he drops your hand and gets up, you finally felt like you could breathe a little.

“you know she’s been calling you non-stop this whole morning? i don’t know how you’re just now noticing.”

he grabs the phone before opening the bathroom door and throwing it in there.

“we probably have limited time together before she drives over here or whatever and i don’t have yeonjuns charm to cover me…”

he frowns at that. you didn’t know what his other teammates were doing. you didn’t have school today so they probably went out to fuck some other girl on the street.

you’re sitting up now. you lean over the side of the bed and see your clothing littered everywhere. a cut up shirt and pants tossed across the room. panties poking out from under the bed and your bra laying right in front of your face. you pick it up while he’s not looking and quickly clasp it on so you can at least get a little bit of coverage. when he turns back around he just looks down at your boobs and gives you a light smile before sitting on the bed criss cross right in front of you.

“i loved how they felt you know? pushed up against my chest as i took my time with you. they were so soft.”

you look around before looking him in the eyes trying to signal to him that you were uncomfortable, but he just looked like a lovesick puppy.

“i want this not to just be a one time thing, yknow. i wanna wake up to you in my arms everyday. i want you to be mine..”

he sort of mumbled the last part but you heard him loud and clear, and hell no. not in a million years. maybe before all of this. he was tall, hot, but also cute! easy and fun to talk to, a football player, rich even! the absolute package. but uhm, nowhere in that package did it mention that he was a rapist…? and no you’re not gonna just — no!

“i don’t want anything to do with you.”

his face drops a little. as if you actually had hurt him. he looks down at his lap before you can see his face lift up a little and it looks like he has a thought.

“were they mean to you?”

what? he was there, he would know. and although kai was probably as nice as a rapist could be, he was just as disgusting. you just stare at him like he’s crazy.

“you liked me the most, right? i made you feel good. i know you didn’t want me to stop. you didn’t want soobin to take his turn, just wanted me to stay inside of you.”

it’s quiet and uncomfortably silent before he places his hand on your shoulder, causing you to flinch. he then forcefully, but gently pushes you onto the bed.

“please don’t — you all said i was going home today…”

he just strokes your cheek with one hand before he starts kissing you all over your face and moving down to your neck. sucking slowly, taking his time, thus leaving deep purple hickeys. you had just realized he never took the bra off again. you just feel his finger trace the outline of the bra before he lifts his face from your neck.

“i think the bra makes them look cuter,”

he pauses with a smile.

“your turn.”

he leans forward and puts his neck near your mouth. you know what he wants you to do but you don’t want to give into his sick fantasy. you shake your head no.

“please? if you do i promise i won’t make your mouth do other things despite how much i want you to…”

you quickly suck the air through your teeth and take a deep breath before you start going as slow as possible sucking on his neck. you didn’t know weather to go super fast or super slow. super fast would make you seem as if you were happy to be getting him off, so happy that you were just rushing through, but going slow would make it seem like you wanted to be sensual and loving to him, but ultimately you went with going slow. your eyes closed trying to imagine time was going by faster and faster and you were driving closer and closer to your house. kais hand is stroking through your hair and his finger is running through your collarbone.

“the others are gonna wonder how i got you to do this. how i got you to mark me up all over my neck. it’s because you just love me so much, right?”

you shook your head no. you didn’t want to satisfy his sick fantasy. he just did a light click with his tongue and moved lower down your body, running his hands on your stomach before rubbing his thumbs in circles on your hips. your hips were all purple from the hard grips they had made on you the night before. you flinched slightly, they hurt badly. kai looked up and gave a pouty lip to you. you couldn’t tell if it was sincere or mocking. it may not have been mocking, but it certainly was not sincere. he leaned in and kissed the bruises that marked your hips before his lips got lower, and lower, and lower, and lower, and—

you quickly push his head away, clearly catching him off guard as he went back far pretty significantly. you push yourself back up and crawl to the other side of the bed before attempting to run to the door. obviously that was going to do nothing, but it didn’t hurt to try. he quickly stops you before you even get close to the door and he pulls your back into his stomach. the sweat on both his stomach and your back making you both become one. he wraps his arms around yours, glueing your arms to your side. he places his head into the crook of your neck, having to lean down quite a bit due to the scary height difference.

“why would you try to run knowing that i’d get you?”

you feel his lips pout against your neck. but you quickly realize, ‘i have a mouth’. you should have been screamed by now. there’s no loud music to distract the neigbors, they would hear you loud and clear by now. so you scream. loud. you get about two seconds of screaming out before he slams his palm over your mouth.

“why must you be so difficult?”

he shakes his head.

“i just want to show you how well i can treat you, is that so much to ask? it’s not even bad for you, it’s not like i’m hurting you, i’m just making you feel good..”

he sounds genuinely disappointed and upset. he easily lifts you up and puts you back onto the bed before holding your right hand and letting the other hand just lay there trying to push him away unsuccessfully.

“i can make you feel great baby, you know that. but maybe soobin made you forget. that’s okay, i’ll show you again hun.”

he brings your left hand to a halt by holding it with the hand that was once on your mouth, leaving you perfectly capable of screaming again, which you took full advantage of. he was going to stop you but he quickly realized that it was fine. you’d tire yourself out and most people were at work anyways. yeah, he’d still get his time with you. he moves his head down low once again and starts marking up the inside of your thighs and kissing all over you pussy and moving himself lower down to start fucking you with his tongue. you quickly try to lift yourself up to push him away, but you realize it’s quite hard to lift your chest up while your arms are pinned straight down to your sides. he squeezes your hands tighter and rubs circles into the palms of your hands while he continues to kiss and suck on your clit. you start to cry and beg him to stop and he just lifts his head back up to kiss your forehead before he moves back down to your pussy.

“shhh, just relax and let me take care of you. let’s focus all on you right now, let me make you feel good.”

what was so terrible about kai compared to the others was that he was loving. he had both yours and his pleasure in mind. he cared about weather you were in pain or not. with the others, it was easier to ignore it all and not give them any satisfaction and to piss them off by being dry but with kai? it was impossible. deep down you wished this wasn’t the situation that you two were in because had it been different circumstances, maybe you’d enjoy this and maybe you’d actually be with kai. you’re knocked out of your thoughts however by the continuous feeling of his tongue flicking your clit, determined to make you cum. you didn’t want to. you couldn’t. but you’d already been so abused and so much more sensitive from the events that took place only a couple of hours ago that you just couldn’t help it when you came. and when he kept going despite that, you start to squirm more in his grip, completely afraid.

“you can give me one more, right? just one more pretty girl, ‘promise.”

he was a liar. one more became two more and three more became four more. you hadn’t even noticed that he stopped as you’d just decided to block everything out. it wasn’t until he lets go of your wrists and towers himself over you, pulling down his pants that you snap your head back up to face him. you try to plead using your eyes, whispering small pleases and sorrys, but he just strokes your cheek and frowns at you.

“i’m sorry.”

you still. he’s sorry? you didn’t expect that. but was he really? he just dropped his pants down to his knees and was messing with his dick still, about to line it up with your entrance. he wasn’t fucking sorry.

“no you’re not. if you were sorry you’d stop now.”

your voice comes out all cracked out and hoarse from the screaming you had just done and the screaming you’d done that night before. you expected your voice would go completely missing soon. he just stares down at your entrance, as if contemplating continuing but he finally speaks.

“that’s not true. i just know how good i can make you feel. how good that we are for each other. and now that we’re alone, i can really show you.”

he presses himself inside of you and you just lay there. you couldn’t fight back anymore, you didn’t wanna try to. he couldn’t keep you here forever, he’d have to let you leave soon, so you weren’t worried about that. but as his thrusts continue for longer and longer and you start feeling yourself clenching around him tighter and tighter and you can see his smile growing, you have to look the other way and throw a hand over your mouth as you cry. you’d cried a lot the night before and a little this morning, but you were sobbing now. you couldn’t help it. he doesn’t stop though besides slowing down his movements a little, but he just moves your hand away from your mouth as he presses a kiss into you and holds you there while he finishes. he had finished first, but he was willing to overstimulate himself so that you could cum too, and when you knew that’s what he was waiting for, you just stopped fighting how your body felt and let your orgasm wash over you as your legs shake. he pulls out of you before pulling his boxers up. his pants were still down to his knees but he just laid next to you and pulled you against his chest.

“just ten more minutes of us just laying here, okay? and then we can go back to your house.”

you almost let that fly over your head. we. we. we? wait, we? no no no. he wasn’t going home with you! no, you couldn’t be trapped in this hell, you couldn’t be trapped next to him. you have to bite your lip back and scrunch your eyes shut and just nod. you didn’t wanna know what would happen if you disagreed, and you didn’t want to know what would happen once you went back to school, and you really didn’t wanna know what would happen when you’d go back home with him.

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[spookyji]

# txt + baby trapping !!

tw. f!reader, toxic/yandere behavior, heavy dark content, dubcon, breeding kink/baby trapping, gaslighting/manipulation, pills (birth control), light choking, bulge kink, use of pet names, swearing, unprotected, fantasizing, pervert. nsfw + minors dni !!

w.c. ~2.6k+

a/n. thank uuu to moon for proofreading this train wreck, it took forever to finally publish but hope u enjoy it <3 lowkey cannot believe i finished this after so long w a headache but hmhmm for my toxic txt lovers~~

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# yeonjun

“fuck,” yeonjun growls, “so fucking tight.” “nngh– y-yeonjun, too– hard!” you cry, nails scratching down his back as he roughly thrusts into your swollen cunt, so full of his cum from orgasms you’ve lost count of. hot breath against your skin as he bites down on the soft skin of your collarbones, primal haze of desire as teeth sink down, bruising blossoms as he pulls back, a wet, saliva covered kiss mark staining your skin, fresh and old bites splattered across your chest and neck in an apparent mess of possessive greed. “all fucking mine,” he pants, snapping his hips harder into yours, loud sounds of skin on skin as his cock kisses your cervix, diving in for more marks between breaths, sucking aggressive claims into your bare skin. “hnng– c-can’t!” you wail, high crashing down as you tremble in his grip, sobs wracking your body as your cunt clenches down on his cock, wet arousal slick as his cock rams into your pussy, swears profusely escaping his lips as he roughly slams them down on yours, possessive, wet kiss as his tongue slips against yours, teeth grazing against your swollen lips. “so… fuck… going to breed you, doll,” yeonjun pants, gripping your hips tightly and painfully as his high hits, slamming his cock deep as hot cum fills you to the brim, warmth spreading as you wail with the overstimulation, so full already of his seed. with a groan of restraint, he pulls out, examining his work.

drool dripping from your lips, marks splotchy across your chest from his possessive frenzy, bruises staining your waist with darkening blooms, god, he devours the sight with a sickening love. “fuck,” yeonjun growls, voice deep as he slowly spreads open your legs once more, abused cunt seeping his cum, swollen folds slick with his semen, “all mine, doll.” his possessive love, slipping down profusely in a mess of arousal and cum, slowly dripping down into the pool beneath the curve of your pretty ass, a darkening wet spot of slick. whimpering pitifully, fat tears staining your cheeks as yeonjun drags a finger up your folds, slight throbbing pain traveling with the sensation of his touch, wet slick on his finger. his gaze transfixed upon the sight of your abused pussy, blood rushing to his cock, a storm of possessive, covetous desire, lust flowing through his bloodstream like a drug. “y-yeonjun, c-can’t take anymore!” you whimper, unable to resist his forceful grasp as he spreads open your thighs, fresh tears welling up in your eyes as he smirks, gaze dark with lust and greed. “doesn’t matter,” his voice whispers, heavy with desire, “you’re mine, after all.” licking his lips, smirk only growing as your beautiful tears spill down your face, cock thrusting into your swollen pussy, rough sensation of his veiny shaft, delicious cries of overstimulation as his cock kisses your cervix. he’ll make you his, watching the conscious coherence fading from your eyes, replaced with sweet submission, cute body like a doll as he fucks his semen deeper into your cervix, cum seeping out around his cock, sugary kisses against your swollen lips. load after load tonight, you’ll take it all, darling, because he has no intention of ever letting you escape him. sweet darling of his, you’ll be forever his, carrying the products of your shared love.

# soobin

soobin’s lips latching to your perky nipple, eliciting whimpers as he slowly tugs your panties down your thighs, wet fabric in his fingers as he suckles softly, fantasizing. imagining how you’d look so pretty all swollen with his baby, how sweet and reliant you’d be, needing him every moment, the desperate whisper of his name, nestled in his sheets and his shirts, needing to be taken care of. by him. and god, what he would do to make you even more reliant on him, make you his forever. cock twitching against your soft thigh as you whimper, soobin’s sucks on your tit sensitive, sensual and arousing. “soo…bin– want y-your cock,” you shyly mumble, a warmth in your abdomen, so sweetly unaware of his toxic thoughts, of his lustful desires. “anything,” soobin sighs, tip of his length rubbing against your sensitive folds, sounds of slick as his cock pushes into your tight pussy. “s-soobin!” you whimper, tears instantly welling in your eyes at the painful stretch, clinging to his shoulders as his cock inches into your tight cunt. “god, so tight, darling,” soobin moans, hands tightening around your hips, every last thought resisting thrusting in without care, his lips crashing on yours in a sensual, messy kiss, hand roaming to find your soft tummy… and the tip of his cock bulging through when you haven’t even taken all of him yet. “s-soobin, too big–!” you gasp into the kiss, tears spilling down your cheeks as soobin bottoms out, cock deep in your tummy as his big hand feels his length beneath your skin, fuck, you’re so full of him… imagining how you’d struggle even more to take his cum, how much of his seed would he have to fill you up with to keep it inside your tight, small pussy?

“mmph– too much!” pretty, desperate wails escaping your lips as soobin’s hard cock stretches your folds, pain of pleasure as your pussy clenches down, his heavy pants in your ear with the effort of restraining himself, hand on your tummy as he feels his cock penetrate your pussy with every thrust. and god, your soft tits against his chest, teary whimpers at the overwhelming pleasure, he’s never felt more in love. “so, so good,” soobin moans, your smaller body trembling beneath his, “all mine.” heart shaped lips parted with pants, gazing down at your teary eyes, tight pussy squelching with the tightness of your folds struggling to take him, how pretty. how sweet if he were to make you his forever, all obedient and needy, swollen with his love for you. breasts heavy, tummy full, glowing with his care… lovesick toxic clouding his mind as you cry into his shoulder, sobbing for release… and he’ll give his. hard cock slamming into you, hot spurts of cum filling up your pretty pussy as you wail with shock, hands pressed against his chest… until your eyes grow cloudier with loss of coherence, hands falling as soobin sighs, pressing kisses to your face so lovingly, his hips flush to yours, so much hot seed spilling into your cunny. “so good, sweetheart,” soobin moans, “gonna to keep you all full… okay?” slight pants laced with his voice, his pretty doll so dazed on his cock… surely it’s okay to make sure his seed stays, fill you up even more?

# beomgyu

“p-promise to pull o-out?” cute words you’re whimpering, aren’t they? but maybe he’ll entertain you… you’ll believe him anyways, so dumb once his cock fills you up, reduced to a crying mess of begging for him, but beomgyu really fucking hates having to pull out. dark desires of his, it took so long to even dumb you out enough to fuck you raw without protection, shouldn’t he reap the rewards of his manipulation? maybe he made promises he’ll never keep… as if he wasn’t planning to make you his, eradicate thoughts of you ever leaving. deliciously sweet thoughts of desire, your pretty body like a forbidden fruit, just waiting for his semen to knock you up into a ripe possession of his, all his once you’re full of his seed.

legs thrown over his shoulders, beomgyu’s calloused hand pressing into your tummy, feeling the bulge of his hard cock deep throbbing deep inside, pressure heightening his sensations of pleasure. “fuck it,” beomgyu groans under his breath, just the sight of your pussy taking his cock so well has him forgetting any so called promises… hand reaching for your cute neck, clenching down with just enough force to see your pretty lips part with gasps for air, slight asphyxia causing your orgasm to crash down, tearily crying his name in wispy sobs, eyes clenched shut as waves of heat wash over your body. “shit– so tight–!” beomgyu pants, licking his lips, hands briefly tightening around your throat as he climaxes, a rush of cum spurting into your swollen pussy… and a flash of sick pleasure at the sight of your eyes fluttering open in confused shock. letting go of your throat as he leans over, cock sheathed in your cunt as he thrusts, fucking himself through his high, hot gasps of your warm breath on his lips as his big, brown eyes meet yours in a smirk of satisfaction. “b-beomgyu–!” your weak voice begins, only for his lips to claim yours, firm and hard, shutting you up. leaning over, his husky voice in your ear as his hand takes yours, placing your smaller palm down against your tummy, the bulge hard beneath your fingers, his cock twitching at the slight pressure. “bred you all full, didn’t i? tell me you want it, honey,” beomgyu grins lazily, watching your pretty face slip into submission, unsure but listening so well… and the rush of his ego as you whimper, “w-wanna be b-bred, gyu–“ licking his lips of your mixed saliva, his dark gaze possessive with satisfaction, his whisper barely audible. “fuck, that’s my good, dumb girl…“

# taehyun

“mm–!” taehyun’s lips crash against yours possessively, his hands roaming over your curves, all hidden under the his dress shirt you’re wearing. lifting one hand to caress your soft ass, the other holding your jaw, making you accept his rough, breathless kisses… can’t break away until he releases. pretty lips swollen, a string of saliva hanging between as taehyun pulls away, a slight smirk on his lips as he reaches over on the bedside table, a fresh, sealed package in his hand as he pops a white tablet out. “you’re so useless,” taehyun sighs, “taking the wrong ones this whole time?” your eyes widen with confusion… so sure you’d been using birth control this time… as taehyun examines the white pill between his fingers. “i’ll do it for you, then,” taehyun sighs. “t-taehy—nnngh!” pill on his tongue, his lips claiming yours as he pushes the little tablet into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated kiss, wet saliva coating your lips as he leans back, tapping your throat. “swallow, sugar.” oh, little did you know, the warmth of satisfaction when you obediently do so, confused and dazed… pretty girl can’t tell it was sweeter than usual~? god, so arousing when he gives it to you, sugar pill replacement. “good girl,” taehyun murmurs, pressing your cute clothed panties to his hard crotch, smirking at your whimper of need.

“hnng–! t-taehyun, too f-fast!” your pretty wails escaping your lips as you cling to his solid shoulders, reduced to a crying, whimpering mess as taehyun roughly thrusts into your tight pussy, bouncing you on his cock without a second of hesitation. incoherent cries filling the air, sounds of skin on skin as he grips your hips over the white dress shirt, your arms wrapping around his neck as you sob into his shoulder, pussy all abused. soft, sensitive skin feeling every vein down his hard shaft, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every rough thrust. “god, look at you,” taehyun whispers into your ear, “so fucking dumb, just want to be fucked on my cock, can’t do anything,” a smirk drawn on his lips. god, he loves how you desperate, needy you are… even better for him. make you even more reliant when he breeds you, making you cling to him every moment, all swollen and needing him even more, you’d never leave him. lovesick thoughts racing through his mind, harder thrusts as you scream his name, cute pussy can’t take anymore~? “better take it,” taehyun hisses in your ear, hips snapping into yours, “or i’ll fucking leave you, slut.” your eyes widening, tears staining your cheeks, “n-no, don’t leave,” you beg, “w-want your c-cum!” saccharine rush of satisfaction stroking his ego, hot seed filling you up in a hard thrust, taehyun restraining your hands as your tears wet his shoulder… you’re so dumb, aren’t you~? to think he’d really leave… as his cum paints ropes of white in your cunt, no… you’ll never leave him now.

# huening kai

“k-kai, wearing a condom, right?” you mumble, darkness around you impossible to tell, kai’s broad body pressed to yours, hot skin against yours. “mhmm,” and without another thought, his lips press to yours, soft kisses claiming control, dizzying… and distracting. dripping rip of his cock pushing against your wet pussy, can’t tell a thing, can you? a whisper in his mind of guilt, maybe he shouldn’t… but you’d stay with him forever. even though you’ve said you’re not ready, kai knows you are, all ready to be full of his love, all ready to have his baby, without a doubt in his mind. condom discarded on the floor without your knowledge, kai’s grip on your hip tightening as his cock pushes into your soaked cunt. “nngh… feels so… good,” kai groans, his breaths heavy with pleasure, raw skin on skin, no millimeters thin barrier. dizzying warmth, feeling connected more than ever, when your tight pussy clenches around his thick shaft. “hnng–kai!” you gasp, clinging to him closer… feels a little different, feels better than always… but his lips crashing on yours, rough, hard thrusts erasing your mind of any thoughts except of him. “mmph– so fucking good,” kai moans, heartbeat spiraling into rapid beats, strong against your soft breasts, wet, saliva coated kisses as his tongue pushes past your lips, tangling in a wet mess of slick love, his raw cock thrusting into your sweet spot, god, he’s addicted to the soft warmth, your cunt clinging to his cock, not some rubber barrier… fuck, can’t go back now. as if he would.

“k-kai, w-wanna cum!” pretty gasps and cries in his ear, his affirmation heavy with pants, lost between breaths as kai’s lips lick to your sweet spot, teeth sinking lightly into the column of your neck, sucking a dark mark of possession. one gripping tight enough on your hip to leave lasting bruises, the other slipping up your curves, finding the bulge in your tummy, feeling his cock twitch beneath your skin, deep inside. moans slipping from his lips as he fantasizes, imagine how pretty you’d look all knocked up and swollen, round with his baby, a glow of his love on your precious body… to caress your full, softer breasts. to nestle your vulnerable body in his arms, knowing you’re all his, only his, and full of his love for you… raw desire clouding his mind. “k-kai–!” cunt clenching down on his cock, warm release rushing around his cock, clinging to his broad frame, nails digging into his skin as you writhe under his firm hold… and he’s sold. roughly thrusting into your pussy, his hips forcibly held flush to yours as hot cum spurts into your cunt, ropes of seed painting your inside with his love, tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “nngh– k-kai, n-no–!” panicked cries escaping your lips, as kai’s hands clench down on your hips, preventing you from moving as he presses kisses to your face, panting his love, “can take it all, baby, gonna fill you up so full,” kai mumbles, feeling your body writhe under his,,, no other choice but to take his hot cum, all the way. “k-kai… w-why?” you tearily whimper, dizzy from both pleasure and confusion, wasn’t he wearing a condom? didn’t he know you weren’t ready…? “love you so much,” kai murmurs, eyes full of love as he gazes upon your pretty face, slowly losing coherent thought as pleasure warms your skin and heart, “know you’re ready, wanna make you mine.” cock nestled in your full pussy… his cum seeping out of your stretched folds, sugar saccharine kisses on your lips and face, hand finding the bulge in your tummy once more. “don’t worry… gonna take care of you and our baby, okay?”

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[linos-luna]

Music Lessons ❣️

Perv!Huengingkai x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Perv!Hyuka, fingering, groping, spanking, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex

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Hyuka is your sweet innocent best friend. He’s the last person you’d suspect to be a sexual deviant. But looks are deceiving. The sweet boy persona was just the tip of the iceberg. A perfect facad.

You were getting frustrated. Piano wasn’t easy and you kind of hated it. However you already committed to it for this college semester. Now you have a final coming up and of course you waited last minute. Luckily your best friend Hungingkai was over to help out.

The man watched as you demonstrated what you practiced, although he wasn’t watching the piano; he was watching you.

He loved the way your jeans hugged your butt, thighs, and legs. They weren’t skinny jeans but also not very loose. Just enough to tease him: he both loved and hated it. Hueningkai knew that you didn’t have a shirt under that hoodie, he knew that it was probably just a bra. Or better yet, nothing at all.

“How was that?”

The man blinked as you got his attention. “Oh um… it’s fine but…”

“But what?” You asked with a frown.

“Not sure exactly… just not very smooth.” He said before getting behind you. “Lack of confidence?”

“Well thats why I brought you here, yeah?” You teased.

“Well noona, looks like you need more practice.” He said with a light attitude before leaning in, placing his hands over yours that were over the keys.

You blushed a bit as his body was pressed against your back.

“Go on.” He said bluntly.

You nervously moved your fingers. His hands remained over yours as if guiding you. Surprisingly, you were doing better and he could sense that. You continued to play while the man slowly ran his fingers up your arm, lifting your sleeves.

Somehow, you were too focused on the piano to notice.

“You’re doing really good, noona. Keep going.”

You nodded as he pulled a stool behind you, sitting with his hands under your hoodie and on your waist.

You started to turn your head when feeling him.“Hyu-?”

“Shh….” He interrupted, pushing your head to face the piano again. “Focus… focus on the music.

It was hard to keep going. He was rubbing at your waist and getting awfully close to your breasts.

“No bra?” He whispered in your ear. “You really are a fuckin tease… yeah noona?”

You froze as his hands traveled higher, reaching your breasts. You whimpered a bit as he squeezed them like stress balls.

“Hey. I didn’t say to stop.” He said while pinching your nipple.

“K-Kai—?!”

“Keep playing…” he teased while whispering in your ear. “Keep playing so I can play with your body already…”

After some more massaging of your breasts, he dropped his hands to your hips.

“W-what are you doing…?” You stuttered and he rubbed between your legs.

“Noona… you’re such a fuckin tease….” He huffed before slowly unzipping your jeans and inching his fingers toward your clothed cunt.

“H-Hyuka— H-H—…” you couldn’t finish, only letting out a moan when feeling his fingers rubbing your clit, only for him to cover your mouth with the other hand.

“Shhhh..,, relax noona… just relax… he whispers softly. “I know you like it… don’t lie to me.”

Your voice was muffled under his hand as he ran his fingers through your folds, bring ever so slow.

“I don’t think you understand just how worked up you get me…” he groaned while kissing and sucking at your neck. “You do it on purpose… all these years…”

The motion of his fingers as he teased your hole had you reeling. Your eyes rolled back and muffled moans increased as he continued. It was all too much and you knew that your high was coming soon. And he knew it as well.

Just as you were reaching your peak, he lets go, causing you to nearly cry.

“W-why?! W-w-why—?!”

He roughly grabbed you by the hips and lifted you over the piano before practically ripping your pants right off, followed by your panties.

“H-Hyuka—?!”

“Hush!” He snapped, giving you a harsh slap to your bare ass. You made a small squeak then a cry as he did it again.

“You’re gonna take it…” he said while breathing heavily. “You’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

This was insane. You’ve never heard him speak like this. Sure you’ve caught him looking at your chest and he says little flirty comments here and there but she’s never talked like this. He’s never treated you like this.

You could hear him removing his pants but we suddenly surprised by another sensation. One that had you gasping loudly and cum on the spot.

The man had his face between your legs, licking and slurping lewdly at your cunt from behind. The sudden orgasm had you panting and moaning as he continued to lick up your essence, not missing a single spot and licking it off your inner thighs.

“So fast… you let go so fast.” He groaned. “You’re no fun, noona.”

“S-sorry—” a sudden slap to your ass made you cry out.

“Bad noona!” He pouted before landing another harsh spank.

“A-Ahm— I-I’m sorry—!”

He spanks you again, leaving your ass red and stinging. Soon he was moving you while holding your hips and rubbing his hard cock. The man made sure you were perfectly bent onto the piano.

“K-Kai—?”

“You thought I was done?” He chuckled. “Oh noona… so funny. Now hold still.”

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[luvyeni]

hi love hope you had a good day! :)

how about hueningkai with stalker ish vibes following around chubby!reader just to make sure she’s okay cause she trusts people way too easily ? like he’s scared her kindness will get her killed or kidnapped one day

- 🤡 anon

i had a great day , thank you for asking <3

stalker hyuka who only followed you around just to see who you were talking to at first , making sure no other guys were talking to you.

he always knew you were too kind , often trusting anyone you'd come in contact with , even if they weren't as nice to you as you were to them , so just to make sure , he always followed you , making sure no one was taking advantage of you.

you could always feel someone following behind you , it wasn't creepy at first , 'maybe they're just scared to talk to you." but then it started happening every single day , to the point you were starting to get scared to come out of the house.

you go to kai , your bestfriend about your problem , and instead of coming clean , he makes up an excuse. "i told you , you're too nice to people , it's probably one of those creeps , you shouldn't go out without me anymore for a while , i just don't know what i'd do to myself if you were kidnapped or worse." of course you listen , because you knew he'd never tell you wrong.

you don't even notice that ever since you started only going out with kai , the stalking seemed to have stopped.

[bubbleetaae]

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Now See Them Burn in Fire | Part 2

Genre: dark fic, future smut, angst

Word Count: 9.6k

 Chapter Excerpt:

But you can’t answer them, throat closed shut and eyes glued to the detached orbs on the floor–there in front of you lay the sacred bull’s missing eyes. Its eyes that used to be so bright in life with warmth and light now replaced with icy blue crystals crudely jammed in the middle of the irises to form the evil eye, and its menacing gaze was set directly on you. 

You can’t deny it anymore. You are the intended target. If the gods were watching you through the creatures eyes in life then this monster is watching you in death. 

He was here again, in your home, in your room, just like he had been in your temple. There is no refuge of your own that is safe from his dark presence. 

“Oh dear gods, save us.” You hear your father whisper fearfully, following your line of sight and realising what had alarmed you so. 

“It’s for me. I have been cursed.” You say, your voice devoid of any emotion, body going cold with a numbness that can only come about from the realisation that one is utterly doomed. “What am I to tell Kai?”

Warnings: fem!reader, DARK FIC, FUTURE NONCON/CON, gore, mentions of cruelty to animals, character death, iron age au, supernatural au, yandere beomgyu

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A small part of you feels guilty about it. You know it hurt him to hear you accuse him of the same hearsay everyone else flings at him. You were supposed to be different, he must've thought, and you’re ashamed to prove you aren’t, but you can’t risk your future and place in the tribe to stand by him when at best he is being misjudged and by choosing him you doom yourself to a future of living as outcasts together, your offspring having no hope of any viable future, and at worst, everyone is right about him and he drags you to the depth of blackness with him. 

Beomgyu keeps his distance from you much to your surprise. Given how bold he was in that forest, you half expected him to continue to pursue you despite your rejection but you suppose you finally got your message across. 

But you can’t think about it for too long. You and Kai are now official and you have to focus on your future and the future of your family, especially because you still don't know what the fallen star was meant to foreshadow. Your parents weren't able to find much on it, only stumbling across vague warnings of falls from grace, being cast from heaven, ruin and damnation. The doom and gloom of curses–the most powerful of them all–but no more details than that and no way to intercept or stop it. 

Was it doom for you? For your family? For the entire tribe? They couldn’t tell you, but you knew that associating with the dark boy was not likely to make things any better. 

You had suggested seeking help from the elders, perhaps someone else knew more about it, but your family quickly snuffed that idea out. How could you ask such a stupid thing? You think the others would take kindly to doom tellers? You think they would welcome an inescapable prophecy of blood and death? 

No, you were to keep your mouth shut and work in secret to get to the bottom of this. It doesn’t even have to mean anything. It could all just be a coincidence.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from your parents. It was borderline blasphemy. A coincidence? There was no such thing in the art of reading the stars. The stars do not simply plummet themselves to death because they were bored one day. This is a sign and you all know it but they choose to turn a blind eye to what they can’t fix, like a mouse freezing in place when it encounters the jaws of the snake. 

Still, it is easy for them to forget and brush it off when things have been going so well for you. With the announcement of your betrothal to the future leader, your already esteemed place in the tribe climbs right to the top. 

You parents are quite pleased with it. They always thought they deserved more than they were getting. They even thought they deserved more than the leader’s family. After all, you were the spirituals and divinators that guided the entire tribe and the ones who they entrusted their eternal souls with. Why shouldn’t your place be at the top?

It was jarring to see how close and dear your parents have gotten to the leader and his family and how flattering and generous they were being–regaling him with poems about his bravery and wisdom when behind closed doors they would rake him over the coals with their scathing remarks about his intelligence and short temper, likening him to the beasts that live in the forest. 

But it isn’t like the leader wasn’t aware of their duplicity or that he didn’t enjoy their excessive flattery. He purposefully encouraged them to continue feeding his massive ego, caring nothing if their intentions were true or not. 

Truth be told, this situation was making you see them all in an unfavourable light. You used to look up to them as tough but reliable and wise, only doing what was best for the tribe, but now you see how they're all working for their own favor.

But you can't act too righteously, for you also found it shamefully easy to not care about the hypocrisy or the lies or even the threat of damnation hanging over your heads, not when Kai was your prize–and what a sweet prize he was. Unlike them, he was pure of heart. Beneath his angelic features was an even more generous and kind soul. You actually believe the words he speaks. You know he does not lie and so when he acts loving and sweet towards you, you know to trust it. 

You get so caught up with him and your family gets so caught up with his that you start neglecting your calling and your duty to the tribe. Even the search for the star is momentarily forgotten. After all, where was this fabled curse? Here you are having the best time of your life, your fortune more blessed than ever. Maybe the fallen star really didn't mean anything at all.

Oh how arrogant you were. How blasphemous. The stars are not there for your entertainment. They're not little light shows just there to brighten your night, and you should’ve heeded their warning. Maybe if you did, you could have saved everyone. 

It starts small, like most horrible inescapable fates do, with the farmers finding odd symbols burnt onto their fields. The shapes strange at first but then vaguely familiar as old runes you’ve all collectively lost the knowledge of. Some similar to the stone pillar in the heart of the sacred temple and others unseen by any of your kind before. 

They were written off as youngster mischief at first–the youth just finding new and creative ways to occupy their time and mess with their elders. Even as the farmers started growing more and more anxious as more and more of these strange symbols cropped up, ruining a sizable portion of their crops–done seemingly by an unseen force as no one has been able to catch or even catch a glimpse of the culprit in action despite the numerous watches being set up–they were brushed off and assured it would stop when the culprits grew bored of not getting the reactions they wanted. 

But the culprits were not dissuaded. They just took it a step further, and soon the symbols were found not just on crops but burned or carved onto the flesh of the animals. That’s when the people really started panicking. They didn’t understand what this meant but they knew something was seriously awry. 

Even the other animals knew, as they seemingly avoided the ones marked by the unseen force as if being near them could infect them too. The farmers refused to consume the goods of these afflicted creatures and no one tried to convince them to–and maybe for good reason as soon these poor souls were slaughtered one by one by that unseen force in the night. 

They were found massacred as if by a wild animal, bits of fur and fat and brains scattered around fields. Entire body parts missing. Heads chopped off and found in children’s cots. 

This was no mere joke. This was the work of a demented individual or individuals, and no one even knew what they wanted. But this new development finally got the elders to pay attention and take this seriously. 

They started by calling for meetings. First between themselves in order to figure out the source and meaning of these runes and how to stop this malicious energy, still foolishly holding onto the hope that this was under control and that they can stop it. But when they came up as empty as your family did, they turned to you and other young apprentices in their desperation, seeking any suggestion that could help them decipher the code. But of course that yielded even less results and led to panic spreading across the tribe when the looser tongues of the less experienced spoke too much. 

As more and more crops and livestock gave way under this unseen dark force, there was a widespread fear–almost expectation–of what to do when it reached the people themselves. Again the elders reassured the people–lying through their teeth that there is nothing to be concerned about, still insisting this was the work of a group of troubled youth, all while they used their precious powers and resources to bless and protect themselves and the people and sites most important to them, resting easy for a while in the belief that at least they were safe hiding behind their powers while the rest of their people were left in the open with whatever was out there, watching and waiting to see if it will start developing a taste for humans next. 

The good gods will protect them just like they always have, they thought. After all, they were their most esteemed servants and this dark force–whatever its origin may be–could not possibly stand up to the combined powers of such godly men and women, right? It will soon stop and retreat back to the dark groves from whence it came. 

It was disgusting to witness it all, seeing the people you admired and respected so much only thinking of themselves. This thing–whatever it was--has lifted the veil of naivety and innocence off your eyes and exposed you to the brutal reality of the world around you–a world you once thought was built on altruism and honour but have now come to realize was all a lie. Your heroes weren't wise, virtuous leaders, but scared, selfish and arrogant hypocrites who hoarded their powers for themselves while simultaneously covering their eyes with their own hands and refusing to see the danger right in front of them.

They completely refuse to acknowledge that the animals weren’t butchered with wanton and random cruelty–there was something spine-chillingly deliberate about the slaughter. The savage cuts may have seemed like the work of a mad spirit hungry for blood at first glance but if they were to look even just a little more closely they would see that they were deliberate, intentional–the missing body parts of the corpses were not mere bits of meat torn away to be devoured. They were key pieces to a gruesome bigger picture–the tongue of a cow, the heart of a deer, the testicles of a bull, the feet of a chicken–these are all ingredients used in dark magic.   

You had said as much to your family, and you knew they knew it too but they still arrogantly–or fearfully–dismissed it. After all, who would possess the knowledge to perform such dark arts apart from the priests and priestesses themselves, and not just any of them–this knowledge is only accessible to the most powerful and most respected of the lot such as your parents. There is no way one of them has gone rogue with the others being none the wiser. 

But you know that’s not fully true because you have accessed such knowledge secretly after spying on your parents, and if you could do it then someone else could have done it too. Some of the children of the other powerful priests and priestesses could have done the same. Or someone could have let it slip to an outsider…

But even the elders and even your parents can’t shut their eyes and cover their ears any longer when the hand that works in the shadows reaches forward to touch the most cherished and protected, right in their midst. 

You were the one to find it–the sacred bull that resided in the heart of the temple–or what has become of it.   

It was a gruesome sight. Its body butchered, the entrails pulled out and hung over its altar, the scent of blood and organs heavy in the air and tasting of metal, the corpse posed in a grotesque mockery of the god it represents. 

It was such a gentle animal, friendly with wise eyes that often made you feel as if you were being watched by the gods themselves. But it never made you feel judged. Instead you felt safe and protected by the large, strong animal that was only easy to shepherd due to its gentle nature, but was also capable of great force if provoked–as you’ve witnessed first hand when it was handled incorrectly by someone it didn’t deem worthy. You knew it wouldn’t have been easy to take down the majestic beast and it certainly wasn't easy to string it up and flay it in this grisly way. Its eyes that comforted you so much were nowhere to be found, plucked right out of its skull and leaving behind black hollow sockets that stare you down with the ghastly gaze of death itself. 

An overwhelming sense of nausea built up in your stomach at the thought of being so alone without the watchful eyes of the gentle creature–even more so than you were at the abominable mockery that has been made of its remains, and you couldn’t even make it more than a few steps away before you fell to your knees on the floor and vomited your guts out. 

It kept coming and coming even when your stomach was long empty, your body purging itself as if your insides were trying to escape it and run away from the danger it sensed. 

It didn’t take long for someone to be alerted to this catastrophe, and a small crowd soon gathered around the slain animal, sobs and gasps of horror filling the once serene sanctuary. 

The elders eventually made their appearance and after getting over their initial shock and revulsion at the sight, quickly dispersed the crowd, ordering them not to mention this to any of the tribes people and instructing some of the other apprentices to take you outside for some fresh air, thinking that only the sight of the slaughtered beast was the cause of your intractable sickness. 

But you couldn’t even get to your feet. They had to drag you out as you shook and dry heaved, a cold sweat drenching your body and making it slippery in their grasp, causing them to lose grip and plummet you to your feet more than once, each time your weak body slamming against the ground as you had no strength to break your fall, the impact making you even more nauseous and weak. 

The only small reprieve you got is when the outside fresh air met your drenched skin and cooled down your overheated body, allowing you a moment of relief. But that fleeting reprieve was quickly gone as your body went from cool to cold and you started shaking. You curled up into a ball, trying to conserve your body heat and unable to utter any word of reassurance to the poor apprentices who watched you, horrified at your stricken condition. You’re sure their minds were conjuring up all sorts of terrifying tales about what had just happened, but none of it would come close to your bizarrely confident belief in who exactly was behind this. 

Because it's not what you've seen that terrifies you, it's what you haven’t. You saw no evidence of this being the work of a group of demented individuals like your elders have been insisting. This was not the work of any human at all. This was something cold and evil, and you think you know exactly who it is–the shiver currently racking your body more a product of breathtaking dread than the cold. 

Mercifully, your mind eventually tires your body out, but before all strength leaves you, you become vaguely aware of being picked up by someone–a warm, strong body pressed against your own, grounding you and preventing you from giving in to the terror completely.

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“She's waking up!” Someone shouts, entirely too loudly for you tired and sensitive ears, and you flinch away, trying to nuzzle further into the softness surrounding you in order to block it out. 

“She is.” Another voice adds, and you immediately recognize the deadpan voice of your mother. “See, she is okay. You can head home now and we'll take it from here.”

“Darling, can you hear me?” The first voice gets closer, ignoring your mother, and you feel a feverish touch against your face, almost scalding against your own overheated body which makes you pull away. 

“What is wrong with her?” The voice asks, and even through your delirious nightmare state, you could hear the obvious concern marring it.

“Nothing. She will be fine if you just let her rest, Kai.” Your father says sharply and you force your eyes to flutter open when you finally realise who the person touching you is. Your vision swims and you find it hard to focus but you can recognize Kai's worried gaze even through the haziness. 

“Kai?” You ask, wincing as the sound cracks your parched throat. 

“I am here, my love.” He tells you and gets even closer to you but you use what little strength you have to pull away, grimacing at the look of hurt that crosses his handsome face. “How are you?”

“I am okay.” You repeat your father's sentiment, your tired brain still recognizing the need to get him away from all of this–for his sake and yours. You don't want him to see whatever is happening to you and you don't want it to hurt him. “You don't need to be here.”

His blurry frown still hurts your heart, as does the hesitant way he pulls his hand away. “I was just worried. I know about what happened at the temple. I can’t imagine how you must feel having witnessed that dreadful sight. Oh, what they did to that poor animal was heinous. And for you to see it like that… I know how much you cared for the beast–”

Bile rises up in the back of your throat at the reminder, and you cut Kai off. “I’m okay. I was just shocked, is all. You needn’t worry yourself about me.” 

“What are you on about? As your future husband and leader of this tribe, I must protect you and my people from the scum who did this. Rest assured, my love, I won’t let those barbarians get away with it.” 

Your eyes widen and your heart rate picks up in fear at his words. No, no, this is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. You don’t want him to get involved in this. He is no match for the darkness looming over all of you. It will swallow him whole and spit out bones. You must keep him away from this. 

“No!” You blurt out loudly, making him jump back in shock. Out of the corner of your eyes you can see your parents shooting you warning looks, silently telling you to get a grip and not reveal too much. 

You clear your throat and try to reign in your terror. “You don’t have to worry about me, my love. The elders have it all under control. We must keep our trust in them. That is how we’ll remain safe.” 

“Of course!” He agrees immediately, sheepishly. “I do not mean to doubt the elders. I simply wish to do my part for you and my people.” 

Your heart twists guiltily at his innocence and the untainted good in him. He is the one who must be protected. He must remain pure, which is why you have to keep him away from this. 

“You always do, my sweet. But we should leave this to the elders. They know what to do.” You reach out to cup his cheek, your soul aching at the way he melts into the touch for a second before he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

You close your eyes, quietly savouring the act of kindness and tenderness before pushing him away. “You should go now, love. I need to rest.”

“You can rest. I'll stay by your side.” He gives you a gentle smile that hurts you even more.  You want nothing more than for him to stay by your side and ward the evil spirits away but you know you must make him leave so you can speak to your parents in private about this new disturbing development. 

“There is really no need. I will rest easier knowing you are also rested.”

“But I–”

“My lord, you really must allow us the chance to tend to our daughter. You being here will only excite her more and delay her recovery.” Your father says irritably, flustering Kai. Really, must your father be so short with him?

“Oh, I didn't realise that. Forgive me–”

“You are forgiven. Now if you'll excuse us.” Your mother interjects, shooing him off the floor and towards the door. Your heart lurches in your chest at the dejected look on his face. It flings itself against your ribcage and demands for you to follow him, but you can’t. 

“Very well. I will see you soon?” He asks hopefully and you nod, mustering up the smallest smile for him. “Very soon.”

He smiles widely at that, but you hardly see it before your mother pushes him out the door and closes it behind him, all warmth suddenly leaving the room with him, and as soon as you are alone with your parents, they are on you, interrogating you about what happened as if you had a clue. 

“Did you see who did it?” Your father asks. 

You shake your head.

“Were there any clues?” Your mother follows up.

You shake your head. 

“What does this mean?” Your father quickly adds and you sigh deeply, feeling the dread gnawing at your bones. “I don't know. But I know it is related to the fallen star. The end is coming.” 

You expect your parents to scold you, to tell you to stop your prophesying of doom and gloom–that it really wasn’t as bad as you were making it out to be and that they will find a way to fix this. But instead, they wring their hands and exchange nervous glances, and that’s when the panic really starts to set it. 

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The elder’s now feel affirmed more than ever in their terrifying conclusion that this was not the work of one demented soul but an organised effort by a group of individuals working together in tandem to bring chaos to the tribe. To what end, they still didn’t know, but they were certain that no one human can achieve this feat of superhuman strength by themselves and that this must mean that there is a secret cult working to undermine the very foundation of this tribe, to take it down from its strongest link and watch everything else will fall apart following suit. 

But you have a more terrifying proposal that you do not dare utter. This was the work of a single individual, a dark rotten soul that has crossed the invisible line between flawed but salvageable human to complete corruption into a demon. 

But you won't say it. You can’t even bring yourself to fully accept it. There is no way he could have achieved this level of power. There is no way he has forsaken his soul so completely…

But when you had looked into the hollow sockets that had once contained the bull’s gentle eyes, you couldn’t help but conceitedly think that this was intentionally targeted at you. You were one of the privileged few tasked with caring for this most sacred and divine animal, and through its familiar eyes, the gods watched over you and protected you for years. But now that it has been blinded, will they be able to ward off the creeping evil that they can't see? 

The elders interrogate you about that cursed day over and over again, along with everyone else that had access to the sacred temple in order to try to piece together who could’ve done this. They reasoned that whoever did this must be someone from within your midst, otherwise how would they have managed to slip in unnoticed and bypass all the protections meant to keep outsiders away?

But who were they and what exactly did they want, is what they’ve been desperately trying to find out, but their interrogations led them nowhere. Sure, suspicions and accusations were flung around–everyone blaming everyone else in their scared and panicked state, any perceived suspicious look or action was reported to the elders and investigated heavily but no concrete evidence against anyone has been found yet and all this inquiring has managed to do is breed fear and mistrust amongst your ranks. Everyone had one eye on their back and one eye on the other apprentices and priests, watching out for any sign of betrayal, fearful of meeting the same fate as the poor beast. You were now more divided than ever, and if the assailant’s purpose in doing this was to take you down from within, then they’ve already succeeded. 

The rising tensions are made even worse when things start to go missing from the temple–powerful totems, valuable ingredients, ceremonial weapons wielded by the gods in their battles… piece by piece they start vanishing, further proving to the elders that the assailants had help from someone within the temple.  

They start keeping inventory of everything that goes missing in an attempt to divinate the next movement of the culprit, trying to predict what spell or potion they have got planned and what they might seek next, and piece by piece a horrific picture starts to form. They can’t tell exactly what the assailant’s plan was, but they quickly realise that it involved some ancient and dark magic that has largely been lost to time. 

Whoever or whatever is doing this has found a way to unlock knowledge no longer available to the rest of you, and you had no way of protecting yourselves against it. 

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Kai tries to take your mind off things. Every day after your morning of prayer and interrogation has finished, he walks you along flowery fields and bubbling river banks and speaks to you of the bright futures and happy endings he has planned for you. He tells you how he can’t wait for you to be married and what he imagines your family life will look like–filled with joy and love and the tinkling laughter of a house full of children. You’ll have many, he says, both boys and girls. They’ll be strong and smart and beautiful, just like you–he says. And when you ask if they’ll be priests and priestesses like you or political leaders like their dad, he says they’ll be whoever they want to be just as long as they’re happy and healthy and you all have each other. His sincerity and earnestness almost brings tears to your eyes. You can tell how much he wants it and you want it so badly as well. 

But neither the sweet smell of the roses nor the soft sounds of the water can soothe your nerves. Your fear to touch the roses lest thorns tear your skin. You fear to dip your feet into the water lest it wash you away. And most of all you fear to let yourself step into the enticing dream he has laid out for you lest you fall into a trap and get swallowed whole. You feel severed from the world around you, unable to tell if it would turn against you at a moment’s notice, and even Kai senses it. 

“Hey, it will all be alright. The gods will protect us.” He smiles at you, trying to reassure you but your frown only grows deeper. 

Will they? They couldn't even protect their own vessel so how will they protect you? But you don’t dare share your worrying thoughts. Kai may be kind but even he must have his limits. He may not tolerate such blasphemy. 

You feel his hand on your cheek as he turns you to face him. He brushes the lines of your frown with his thumb gently, his own smooth skin furrowing in response to your distress. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

“Who might be behind this and what their purpose is.” You tell him truthfully but leave out your one suspect. He may be the tribe outcast but that doesn’t mean that your conspiracies about him wouldn’t sound unhinged to Kai. After all, what reason would he have to be doing all of this? What does he gain from it apart from getting back at you and sowing chaos amongst the tribe’s people? No, you have to have better evidence than this, otherwise you’d be exposing yourself and your connection to him for nothing. 

“Maybe the gods are testing us.” He offers, unsure but hopeful. “Maybe they wish to ensure our faith in them is strong and this is our chance to prove this unwavering faith to them, to show them that Gija and his mistakes won’t be repeated again.”

You hesitate. Did Gija face something similar to this? Is this the untold story of why he turned against the gods? Because they had seemingly forsaken him when danger loomed its vicious head? 

No. You must refrain from these sacrilegious thoughts. This is precisely the type of doubt and fear these attacks are meant to provoke, and as a woman of religion, you should have more faith than this. 

“Maybe.” You answer, wincing at how unconvinced you sound and hoping he can’t hear it.

But Kai, ever the caring and tolerant being that he is, doesn’t strike you down for it. Instead, he meets your doubt and fear with compassion and sympathy. “I wish I could take your worries away… or at least lighten their burden on your precious shoulders. If I could bear some of your worries so you can finally get some rest, I would in a heartbeat.”

You give him a small but genuine smile. He is too sweet, too pure. This world doesn’t deserve him. You know you certainly don’t. “I could never wish such pain on you, my sweet. You're the only thing that keeps me going.” 

He sighs, a hint of frustration coming out in his breath that surprises you, and he tangles his hand in your hair and leans his forehead against yours. “I want to help.” He insists, exasperated.

“You are helping.” You maintain, trying to silence his self-doubt, but you both know that’s not the full truth.

“Not enough.” He murmurs sadly, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips–so soft and unsure, beseeching, seeking approval from you, everything that his kiss wasn't. 

You are suddenly angry. You don’t want to be thinking of that stolen kiss. You don’t want to judge your future kisses by it, no matter how favourable they appear in comparison. It shouldn’t have happened and you certainly shouldn’t still be thinking about it.

But you can’t stop. Not when he has been on your mind since this calamity has been set in motion. You’ve barely seen him since that night in the forest. He has not made any attempt to speak to you or get your attention in any way again but you still can’t shake the feeling that he’s behind all of this. 

Is it superstitious and judgemental? Yes. Should you as a priestess rise above these base accusations that so many of your fellow people so easily fall into without thinking? Yes. But you can’t help it. Not when his mere existence has poisoned your mind–shutting your eyes and plugging your ears to the point that you are barely hearing the sweet sounds the boy in front of you is making. And when Kai tries to press his tongue against yours, you flinch back, breaking the kiss as if you were doing something wrong. As if you’ll get punished if you keep going.

“What is it?” Kai asks, concerned and a little bit hurt at your apparent rejection. 

You put on a fake smile for him. “Nothing. I just thought I saw something.”

He frowns. You can tell he wants so badly to believe you and so he tries to lean in for another kiss, hoping this time you won’t reject him, but you instinctively do, taking a step back from him, and now he really looks wounded.

“Are you okay?” He still asks, your well-being still his first thought and it fucking stabs at your heart. 

“I am.” You say and his frown grows deeper and takes on a bitter edge, now probably thinking that if you’re alright then you are rejecting him for him and nothing else, and you can’t let that stand. “I mean, I am trying to be but I just feel a bit overwhelmed with everything that has been happening.”

“You shouldn’t worry about that, my sweet. I'll protect you.” He proclaims and a small airy laugh leaves your lips before you can stop it, unintentionally offending your lover further. 

“What is it? You don't think I can protect you?” He moves away, finally having enough of your disrespect, and you panic, quickly grabbing his hands and squeezing them tightly. “I do not mean to offend you, my love.” 

He scoffs, taking his hands out of your grip, rejecting you for the first time, and just the thought of it squeezes the air out of your lungs. “But you do not deny it. You don't think I can protect you.”

“I am not sure anything can protect us.” You confess cautiously. You wish you could lie and make this better, but you can’t lie to him. At least not anymore than you already are. He has to be warned. “This… thing. It is much too dark and powerful for any of us.”

“Surely it isn't stronger than our courageous religious men and women. They have the gods’ favor. What can prevail against that?” He asks, and you pause. You have to navigate this carefully. You can’t let him see the cataclysmic doubt that threatens the very core of your beliefs. What would you even be if you didn’t have your belief anymore? What is a priestess without her gods? 

“Nothing, my sweet boy.” You paint your face with the most sincere smile you can muster and reach out to cup his face in your hands lovingly. What that looks like, you don’t know, but he still leans into your touch, breaking your heart further as he answers your fake smile with a genuine one of his own and stares at you with the night stars’ twinkling in his pretty eyes.

All the stars of the night sky but one. 

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The panic has now spread to the elders. They can no longer turn a blind eye to what is happening around them, especially because despite all their efforts, they are no closer to finding the culprit whose hands have now reached into their midst and left them scrambling for an answer that would explain this threat's surprising prowess. 

Was this the work of a rogue priest? A mythical demon? Were the gods themselves unhappy and smiting you down?

That last one is becoming worryingly and increasingly popular among the tribe's people with every passing day. With no real answers to turn to in times of trouble, this is the one most people eventually fall back on. If the gods are the source of prosperity in good times then naturally the opposite would happen if you fall out of their favour. 

But you refuse to believe this. It doesn't make sense to you. If the gods are behind this then why would they target their own vessel? Why would they make it look like an attack on the gods themselves?

But once again, you couldn't say that. It's blasphemous to even imply anyone or anything can harm the gods. And so who do you blame when the gods aren't happy with what their subjects are doing? The leaders of those subjects, of course. If they did their job correctly and faithfully the gods would've protected them from whatever was out there lurking at the edge of darkness. 

This is the line of thinking that scares you the most. If people fall into this trap then it could quickly turn ugly for Kai and his family, even you. You're not at the top of the command chain but you're a priestess of the gods and if the people perceive that you're failing in your duty to appease those gods then you are in trouble.

Kai tries to calm you down, reassuring you that the people are just stressed and panicking but that once the culprit is caught, this will only strengthen their loyalty to his family and the religious leaders who have protected them. Which all sounds great in theory, but how in the hell were they going to achieve that when they still haven't the faintest clue as to the culprit's identity? No one knows who is behind this and at this point, everyone has started turning on everyone else around them. Neighbours were suspicious of their fellow neighbours, dear friends no longer trusted each other. Even families were starting to break at the seams with fear and doubt. The whole tribe was on the verge of moral collapse and the elders and leaders could do nothing to stop it. 

You, of course, retain your perhaps paranoid inkling about the dark boy. It all makes sense to your panic stricken mind. He knows the layout of the temple from your stupid stories. He knows where the sacred items that have gone missing were kept. He even knows some basic spells and he could learn much more from those stolen artifacts. 

But surely that's not enough? You've trained for years and even you could not carry out an attack of this magnitude. There is no chance he could be capable of this. And what would he even be doing this for? What does he gain from it? Just to spite you? Surely not. You’re being delusional, succumbing to the same panic the common people were. You have no proof and going around accusing him will just land you in trouble. It would just reveal your ill-advised past friendship with him and cast you in an even more suspicious light. 

You have to keep your diseased thoughts to yourself, but it becomes increasingly hard each passing day, especially when you receive yet another “gift”.

When you first saw it perched there innocently on your table, you thought it was from Kai. He has a habit of leaving you gifts, big and small, here and there to try to brighten your day and make you think of him instead of being trapped in your gloomy thoughts. They ranged from little sweets he liked or a pretty flower he found to extravagant rings or hair ornaments he had made specifically for you. 

This one is an ornate, delicately carved wooden box which is one of the most beautiful containers you have ever seen–and for a moment you wonder if that is the gift in itself–already thinking about how you'll surely be using it to store all the precious jewelry he has already gifted you. 

But you were curious to see if it did contain anything, and you find yourself eagerly grabbing the lid and pulling it open to see if there is anything inside. 

But as soon as you do, you quickly drop it with a scream, your knees giving way under you and plummeting you to the ground next to it, the contents of it rolling on the floor in a bloody trail towards you as if it was chasing after you. 

You scramble like a trapped hare away from it, barely realising that your parents have joined you in the room after hearing your cry and the crash. 

“What is it, child?” 

But you can’t answer them, throat closed shut and eyes glued to the detached orbs on the floor–there in front of you lay the sacred bull’s missing eyes. Its eyes that used to be so bright in life with warmth and light now replaced with icy blue crystals crudely jammed in the middle of the irises to form the evil eye, and its menacing gaze was set directly on you. 

You can’t deny it anymore. You are the intended target. If the gods were watching you through the creatures eyes in life then this monster is watching you in death. 

He was here again, in your home, in your room, just like he had been in your temple. There is no refuge of your own that is safe from his dark presence. 

“Oh dear gods, save us.” You hear your father whisper fearfully, following your line of sight and realising what had alarmed you so. 

“It’s for me. I have been cursed.” You say, your voice devoid of any emotion, body going cold with a numbness that can only come about from the realisation that one is utterly doomed. “What am I to tell Kai?”

Your beloved will surely abandon you once he finds out and you cannot fault him. Even love has its limits and who would stand by someone who has the evil eye upon them? 

“Have you gone mad?” Your mother hisses, grabbing you by the shoulders and pulling you to your feet, shaking you. “No one is to hear of this.”

“But mother–” If you don't tell him, he will be dragged into this curse too and you can’t do that to him. It is one thing to be cursed but it is another matter entirely to be so vile as to knowingly extend the same fate onto your beloved.  

“Nothing! If you speak a word of this to anyone, we'll all be cast out. Do you want to kill us?” She asks and you blanch. “No, of course not. I would never wish to hurt you but I do not wish to hurt him either.” 

“He will not get hurt. We can fix this.” She tells you and you stare at her in disbelief mixed with a small inkling of hope. “How?” 

“Every curse has its antidote. Just as someone put this curse on you, likely a jealous girl who wanted the future leader for herself, we can lift it off.”

“You believe this is the work of a mere jealous girl?” Your father asks, clearly doubtful, and she wrings her hands nervously, not believing it herself. This was too advanced, too dark. “Perhaps. Doesn’t matter. Whoever did it surely cannot stand up to our combined power. I am confident we can dispel this.” 

“There is no use.” You shake your head, despairing. “The evil eye is set upon me. I am doomed.” 

Your mother slaps you. “Hush you stupid child. Do not speak such things. You are not doomed. This is merely the work of someone who is trying to ruin your reputation. They're bluffing. They may not have even done this correctly. See, they've already made their first grave mistake. Now that we have an item connected to them we can reach across the ether directly to pull them to us and reveal their true face. Then we shall strike them down and end this once and for all.”

Your tears start to dry and you look at her hopefully. You hadn't considered that. Of course! With this–this vile object in your grasp you can finally trace all of this back to the abominable culprit. “Really, mother? We can stop him?”

“Him?” Your father asks sharply and you cringe back, cursing yourself for the slip-up. “Him. Her. It. Whatever is behind this.”

You hold your breath as he scrutinises you. You imagine a look of suspicion in his eyes and you look away in guilt. Oh gods please don't let him see. You would not bear the blame and disappointment. You felt awful enough already. 

Finally, after a measure of silence, your father proclaims, “Yes. whoever is behind this has some power. I can feel it. But we have had the blood of the mages in our family line for centuries.” You almost breathe a sigh of relief. If your father says it, then it must be so. But then he continues, “He is no match to us.”

You gulp, nodding. 

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Your parents are fluttering about, arranging the final pieces of the ritual. The smells soothe you, the routine familiar. You know this. You're good at this. Even if he is behind all of this, he still doesn't know as much about it as you do. The art of magic has been in your family for centuries while he is a mere novice. He doesn't stand a chance against your family's power. You’ve gotten yourself into such a state over nothing. 

You step up to the circle with a smile. This will all be over soon.

Your family places the wreath of weaved Mugwort and Enchanter’s herb around your neck. They bless you with burning sage and mark your skin with precious dyes in divine symbols meant to invoke the protection of the gods. Once you’re anointed and dressed appropriately, you all reach out to clasp hands and start the chanting, calling upon the gods to watch over you during this perilous venture. You feel a cold breeze overtake the punishing heat in the air and cool you down for the first time in weeks, the bone-deep fever that had been hanging heavily over you starting to seep off your skin. You feel your face naturally relax into a smile as the healing, soothing power of the gods you adore touches your soul once more .

This is it. The curse will lift off you. You should have never doubted the gods. They would never let a true believer like you succumb to such vile forces of evil. 

But your relief is short-lived, barely there before it is whisked away again as your parents continue to chant, now demanding the evil come forth to reveal itself, and you start to see a black cloud materialise in the air and sink down over you, first clouding your vision then stifling your breathing and eventually coming to wrap itself around your body, paralysing you with its sweltering heat. 

You look to your parents in panic, barely able to see them through the steamy haze. You try to open your mouth to say something but it gets swallowed up by the damp darkness surrounding you. 

Please. Cast it away again. I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m scared. Please. You desperately wish to tell them, a sense of dread flooding your paralysed body so fully you fear it would drown you. 

But they don’t stop, going on with their spell, this time attempting to pull the evil away from you to force it to take shape in the centre of the sacred circle so that they can finally start to attack it without hurting you. But it will not let go of you. It fights back, lashing out and digging its claws into your skin with savage force, making you cry out in pain and almost let go of your mother’s hand, but she holds onto it tightly, not letting the spell break.  

You gaze towards her, a fearful look in your eyes as you experience the real pain of your skin being torn into. This thing is even more powerful than you all thought and you can see it in their eyes too. It frightens them but they steel their resolve and chant louder, demanding the evil to let you go and reveal itself to them. 

You wish it wouldn’t. What you’ve seen of this force so far has been nothing but alarming. Just the awareness of its malevolent presence is enough to make you want to run away and hide. You don’t want to face it. You know that’s stupid and irrational of you. Even if you can’t see it, you will still know it is there, coiled so tightly around you and blocking out all the goodness and light in the world. It is too late to back down now, not when you have already called it forth. 

You hear the strain in your parents’ voices as they grapple with the force, bellowing at it and demanding it let you go, but that just makes it dig its claws deeper and deeper into your body until it almost reaches bone. The pain is becoming unbearable and your head starts to swim with the sensation of losing too much blood. You look down at your body, half-expecting to see it gushing out of the deep gashes you can feel in your skin, but your eyes don't meet any red. 

Instead what you do see makes you almost pass out in horror–black leathery hands engulfing your figure in its hateful grip, its dirty claws digging into your skin as it struggles to hold onto you against your parents’ forceful invocations for it to depart. You can feel the anger and malevolence emanating from it and burrowing into your body. It doesn’t want to let you go. It wants to keep you in its hold until it has consumed you whole. 

But your parents won’t let it. Their power reaches forth to wrap around the vile creature and pull it off you, brutally yanking at it until its claws tear off your skin and it is finally forced to let go. 

You shake like a leaf as you see it standing there towering over all three of you in the middle of the enchanted circle. You cannot make out much of its features–the dark cloud like a veil seeming to shimmer and sway over it, obscuring most of its face and body, but you can see the ghastly pointed horns atop its head and those same deathly blue eyes fixed right on you. 

“Who sent you?” Your father asks, but the figure does not answer. It doesn’t even acknowledge your father at all, its cold gaze squarely on you as it reaches forward towards you, desiring to reclaim its grip on you.

You shrink back and try to yank your hands out of your parents grip, wishing desperately to run away from this thing before it manages to latch onto you again.

But your parents hold onto you tightly, your father shouting at the creature, deciding it is too dangerous to try to gain any answers from it and focusing instead on attempting to banish it. “Begone, foul spirit. Cease back to the underworld from whence you came.” 

A shock of power springs up and shoves the creature back and away from you. Its cold, dead eyes light up with fury and it finally moves its ghoulish gaze away from you and fixes it onto your father who slowly starts to be surrounded by the same dark cloud that looms heavily around the creature. 

“What are you doing?” Your father asks as the cloud sways and slithers like a pit of snakes over his body. “Oh, heavens, please.” 

The fear in his voice is almost the most gruesome sound you’ve ever heard, second only to the howl of pain he subsequently lets out as the ghostly tendrils tighten themselves around his body and squeeze, crushing him. 

“No, please!” You cry out, once again trying to pull your hands away. You like to think that if you succeed you’d try to liberate your father from the force’s deathly grip, but you know your terror is so great that you’re just as likely to run away instead.

You don’t get to find out however as your mother keeps her grip on you almost as tight as the creature does on your father, her voice ringing loudly around your home, indirectly telling you to focus on the incantation and not break the spell as the black tendrils coil tighter and tighter around your father’s body. 

You do your best, you really do, joining your shaky voice with her forceful one to keep the spell going but you know your mind is unfocused–your soul not present fully as you watch the life being choked out of your father in horror.

You see it in his eyes first–the fear breaking through his usually steely and stoic gaze. Then it’s his voice, hesitant and strained as the evil spirit coils tighter around him until the words are barely choked out. Then it’s the horrible crunching noise, like bones getting crushed by a boulder, followed by a strained wail that barely sounds like your father, barely sounds human at all.

“Father!” You can’t do it. You can’t keep the spell going, not when blood starts pouring out of the corner of his mouth and his eyes protrude forward as if they’re being squeezed out of his skull. 

The last sound you hear from your father is a haunting low groan that comes from deep within his chest before it gets abruptly cut off as a spurt of blood comes forth from his mouth to drench you and your mother, his hands finally letting go of you as he falls limply to the floor. 

“No!” Your mother screams, also letting go of your bruised hand and rushing forward to catch her husband, only to recoil in horror as his body crumbles gruesomely in her arms. 

You back away, not looking at them but instead staring at the shadowy figure still standing over them. Your mother is too busy wailing over your father’s corpse to pay it any mind but you cannot take your gaze away from it. The danger is still here and it’s coming right at you.

You try to run away but it is too fast for you. Its shrouded hand shoots forward to grab onto your arm, its oppressive strength keeping you in place.

Oh gods, what have you done? Your ritual meant to bring the dark force forward in order to defeat it has only succeeded in giving it shape and allowing it to dig itself even deeper into your lives.

And it knows it too. It’s obvious in the sinister way it smiles at you before it slowly dissipates back into the night air, unseen but ever-present. 

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Your father’s burial is a quiet affair. Your mother claims publicly that his death was the result of a terrible attack by a wild animal but you’re not sure if people believe it or not. There are bound to be rumors and gossip swirling around about your father's mysterious and sudden demise in the morning, your family’s name will undoubtedly be in everyone’s filthy mouths as they sling forth accusations and suspicions at you and your mother the same way they did to Beomgyu. You don't miss the irony in that. 

They’ll wonder if your mother has killed your father to hide a lurid affair or if you’ve done it because he discovered some terrible secret you’ve been keeping. But those few who have seen his body and helped return it to the earth will know it was neither one of you, because like the sacred bull, what has become of him couldn’t have been done by a mortal hand. They’ll lie down in their homes at night, clutching their families close to their bodies and wrestling with the harrowing knowledge that the darkness is now coming for them and their children. 

Your mother stays by your father’s grave all night, weeping and wailing–her cries rattling the hearts of all those who can hear her as if she’s a spirit heralding all the death to come. 

Kai tries to stay by your side but you refuse to let him. You’ve seen what you’re up against. None of you stand a chance and you won’t be so selfish as to let it hurt him too. He needs to stay away from you. 

But as you lay down for the night, wrapped up in all your furs despite the suffocating heat that refuses to leave you, you selfishly regret keeping him away. You wish he was here with you. He would not have been able to protect you but at least you wouldn’t be alone. 

No. That’s not true. You’re not completely alone. It’s here. You can feel its dark presence and yet it toys with you, not making a single move. For hours you lay there staring at a singular spot at the roof of your home, unwilling to let your gaze wander around and confirm your dreadful suspicions. For hours, your body stays as rigid as a dead mouse with eyes just as frozen, waiting for that same suffocating grip to coil around your body and crush the life out of it the way it did to your father.

But it never comes. And slowly the energy drains out of your tense body and your tired eyes can stay open no more, falling down and letting you slip into a dangerous slumber.  

That’s when it finally makes its move–when all your defenses are down and you cannot muster enough strength to lift a single finger in your defense, not that you had any delusions of being able to fight it off. 

Your mind is sluggish–caught in a state between consciousness and sleep. It can barely process what is happening, just vaguely aware of its presence above you that stifles your breathing, and when your heavy eyes slowly open, your vision dark and bleary, they are met with that unmistakable bright blue gaze. The evil eye. The creature is upon you. 

It reaches its hand forward to cover your face, your eyelids growing even more heavy at the touch. 

“Please.” Your voice sounds distant and strangled to your own ears but the dark figure doesn’t answer back. It is as silent as death as it coaxes your mind back into darkness.

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A/N: please leave a message letting me how you're finding the fic so far. feedback is what keeps me going and I am so excited about this fic and wanna know if you're excited about it as well

you could let me know what you think will happen next, what you think the ending will be, who you think she'll end up with or who you want her to end up with, if you think gyu is actually involved or not and what he might be doing. the possibilities are endless lol

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hehehe bec my love I have a very important request 😌

may I so kindly request a yandere yeonjun fic where he realizes that another member has a crush on his s/o, so he decides to show them just who you belong to and fucks you in the living room so when the said member walks in he sees. you can quite literally go as insane as you'd like I won't mind 🤭

(im sure you know who this is but much love and have fun *muwh*)

yandere yeonjunnnnnnn😮‍💨 big brain idea. yeonjun is so yandere coded. (I see you my love don’t worry *muwh*)

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that girl is mine: choi yeonjun

pairing: yeonjun x afab!reader word count: 1.8k

Yeonjun wasted no time bending you over the back of the couch, hissing out a warning to not move as he slid your shorts and panties down to your ankles. 

You grip the couch cushions, biting at your lips to keep quiet. You kept running through your head on what flipped a switch within your boyfriend to behave like this, usually, he’s so sweet and caring even during sex, but right now? His eyes filled with lust and his movements filled with desperation. 

And desperate Yeonjun was. 

He’s had his suspicions for a while now that Soobin had a small crush on you. The moment Yeonjun picked up on it he was pissed. Pissed like a dog who was fixing to get bone taken from him and ready to bite and bark at anyone who looked at it for too long. 

You were his bone. He was so possessive and obsessed with you that it actually drove him crazy. Wanting to fight anyone who looked at you or even in your general direction. 

Yeonjun did nothing about it at first when he caught on to Soobin’s little crush. Trying to not make a scene or act out in any way that could cause problems within the group. That’s the last thing Yeonjun wanted. 

But earlier today his suspicions were true and real. Yeonjun wasn’t crazy like he thought he may have been. 

He caught Soobin checking your ass out as you bent down to the floor to pick up the plastic cup you dropped from the cabinet. Yeonjun knew Soobin purposely didn’t help you grab it from the top shelf, watching as he took a step back to stare at your ass as you reached on your tiptoes for the cup. Then followed your ass to the tile floor as you bent down to pick it up. 

What made it worse was the laugh and teasing Soobin did after you picked up the cup and was now standing normally and facing him. 

The way Soobin fucked you with his eye burned a rage into Yeonjun that he didn’t know was possible. 

It burned so bad that Yeonjun waited until Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai left the dorm to go shopping, waited for Soobin to sit in front of his computer to play Overwatch, and waited until those headphones slid onto his head. 

Soobin usually plays games with his door closed, but Yeonjun is sneaky. Tiptoeing carefully down the hall to crack open his bedroom door and quickly making his way to his bedroom, pulling you off his bed and into the living room. 

You were in a deep nap when Yeonjun woke you from your sleep, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his hand slid down your panties and rubbed your heat until you were squirming and soaked. That’s when he pulled you from his bed and into the living room. 

You tried to protest as his lips connected to yours and his hands felt every inch of your body. “Junnie,” you said in between his aggressive kisses, “Soobin is still home.” 

And that’s how you ended up bent over the couch, Yeonjun hissing his warnings, “Don’t fucking move unless I tell you to. And keep his name out of your mouth.” 

You’ve seen your boyfriend jealous before, but never like this. Or at least to your knowledge. 

Yeonjun was a hard yandere, he knew it too. And always made it a point to keep it hidden from you, not wanting you to see his crazy side. But right now? He didn’t care. He had a point to make. 

But you kept quiet and unmoving, listening as Yeonjun’s jeans touched and scraped across the floor and away from him, his hands lifting your legs one by one to remove your panties and shorts from your ankles. 

His cold hands touched your ass ad he got down on his knees, spreading your cheeks apart, loving the lewd sounds your cunt made as the lips moved apart, seeing how dripping your cunt was. Yeonjun licked his lips before moving in, “Such a pretty pussy, all for me. All MINE.” 

You gasped at the feeling of his tongue flatting against your hole, gripping the couch cushions even tighter and holding back each moan you wanted to let out, not wanting Soobin to hear them. 

But that was Yeonjun’s plan. He wanted Soobin to hear. Want to get you moaning so loud Soobin would be able to hear it over his headset. 

He couldn’t tell you this though, you’d be against the whole plan and then pull him into his bedroom to fuck you. But no, oh no, he couldn’t have that. Yeonjun’s plan was just starting. 

He chuckled into your pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your entire body, “Junnieeee,” you softly moan. 

“Louder baby,” he said into your cunt, “Moan my name louder.” 

You couldn’t wrap your head around what had gotten into him, but let his name roll from your lips a bit louder than before. 

Yeonjun wasn’t satisfied though. He locked his tongue to your clit, sliding three fingers into your cunt. Knowing this would get you moaning louder. 

He flicked your clit with each stroke of his fingers moving in and out of you, your breathing became more uneven as you pant from the friction. Gasping out for the air to return back into your lungs that he was making escape. 

Even though Yeonjun wanted to prove who you belonged to, he couldn’t do it without making sure you were also being pleasured, your happiness came above everything else. It just so happened he was knocking two birds out with one stone. 

But you still weren’t moaning loud enough for him, your voice only going an octave higher each time he told you to go louder. 

Yeonjun released his lips from your cunt, standing back up to his feet and gripping your leg, and bending it over the top of the couch, making you completely spread out before him. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, rubbing the tip of his cock at your entrance, teasing you by sliding only the tip in and back out. Wanting to hear you beg for him. Wanting to hear your pretty voice say specific words as a way to reassure him. 

“Junnieee,” you pleaded, tilted your head back to look at him, “Please fuck me, wanna feel you.” 

Those were the exact words he needed to hear. What he wanted to hear. To hear his name. Not Soobin’s or any other males. But his and only his. 

You yelp out at the feeling of him pushing into you in such a fast motion, bottoming out as his tip kissed your cervix, “This pussy was made for me,” he groans, sliding all the way back out, then aggressively pushing back in, “For me and only me.” 

You bit your lips again, forcing on the grip your hands had on the couch to keep from moaning too loud. But your hard will was failing. You couldn’t keep that strength up, not when Yeonjun was pistoning his hips so hard and fast against your body, his hand on your thigh gripping as if his life depended on it. That the plush of your skin was the only way to save him. 

But Yeonjun was growing patient, he needed Soobin to hear you. Needed to hear how good he was fucking you. Needed Soobin to understand that you didn’t belong to him. 

Yeonjun gripped a handful of your hair, yanking and pulling you up against his chest, “Scream my name.” 

You didn’t get the chance to even part your lips before his hand was now clenching your jaw, his fingers prying open your mouth, “I said scream my name.”

So you did, moaning out his name in a chanting form in sync with his thrusts. 

Yeonjun’s eyes darted down the hallway, barely being able to see Soobin still at his desk. 

He gritted his teeth, mouth going to your ear, “Scream for Soobin.” 

Your eyes widened, heart nearly stopping, “W-what?” 

“You heard me,” he hisses, “Call for him. Now.” 

Yeonjun’s hand connected to your ass with a slap, you hissed and moaned out in pleasure from it, screaming out his name instead. 

“No, baby,” he whispers in your ear, biting the shell, “Call for Soobin, or else I won't let you cum.” 

You wanted to be bratty, but knew it would get you anywhere. Yeonjun thrust harder into you, holding his hips against your ass, his tip threatening to break the barrier of your cervix. 

So you called out for Soobin. Moaned out his name like your boyfriend asked you to. 

Yeonjun looked back at the door to Soobin’s room, watching as he lifted his hand to the left side of his headset, pushing the muff off his ear. Yeonjun smiled, he heard his name being called. 

“Again,” he breathes into your ear, “Do it again.” 

But this time, knowing Soobin would come rushing out, Yeonjun fucked into you like he would when no one else was around. Feeling the satisfaction once Soobin’s name left your lips for the final time. 

Yeonjun was getting lost in your pussy now, knowing his plan was coming to an end. 

He lifted his eyes from your back and to the hall, a smirk playing on his face seeing his leader standing there staring with wide eyes. 

“Finally,” Yeonjun chuckles, “About fucking time you showed up.” 

You lift your head to see Soobin standing at the entrance of the living room. Your heart feels like it actually stopped. 

“See this?” Yeonjun hissed in anger, pulling you up by your neck and close to his chest as he fucked into you even faster, “She’s mine. All mine. If I catch you looking at her like that again, it’s over for you.” 

Then it finally clicked in your head what Yeonjun was doing. You also knew Soobin had a small crush. But never addressed it to anyone. It was a small crush, it was harmless. Soobin respected you and your relationship with Yeonjun. He always had and always would no matter the feelings he felt towards you. 

Yeonjun knew deep down that it was harmless. That Soobin probably hated himself for even catching feelings for you when you didn’t belong to him. But that didn’t stop this from happening. Yeonjun needed to make it clear you were his. 

“That girl is mine,” Yeonjun hissed the final words, feeling relief that Soobin understood. 

He turned around quickly cursing under his breath, “I already knew she was yours you fucking dumbass.” Then the sound of his bedroom door slamming echoed throughout the whole dorm. 

Yeonjun bent you back over the top of the couch, his chest still connecting to your back as he pounded into you. But not with aggression like before. It was not filled with love and passion, he was finally back to the Yeonjun you knew of him. Or well, the sweet non yandere side of him. 

“You’re mine, understand? No one else can have you.”

[miupow]

i still think about the yandere tyunning asks you posted a while back,, could you elaborate on them more for the kinktober event pls

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𝜗𝜚 ㅤ― 󠀬󠀬[ minors do not interact! ] kang taehyun x fem!reader x huening kai . non-idol au , college au , yandere , dark content warning , stalking , drugging , kidnapping , dollification , dubcon/noncon , mentions of marijuana/alcohol

a/n ⸝⸝ oops went a lil crazy on this one.. no actual smut in this, just more elaboration on the story >< let me know if this is what you wanted!! or if it’s not lol. also let me know if i’m missing any tags.

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taehyun is going crazy.

he can hardly function anymore as a human being, can hardly think of anything at all except about you. where you where, what you were doing, who you were with… taehyun knew it all, because he watched it all. from a safe distance, of course.

it started with watching you in the class you shared together. watching as you raised your hand so politely to answer the professors questions, always getting them right. watching as you applied sticky pink lip gloss onto those pretty plush lips that haunted taehyun in his dreams. watching as you picked up your books and put them away in your cute pink bag, and as you fixed your little skirt and traipsed out of the lecture hall to your next class.

but it wasn’t enough for him. nothing was ever enough, not following you around campus to all of your other classes, not watching from the courtyard as you giggled and gossiped with your friends. not following you as you walked home to your apartment— god, taehyun couldn’t stand how you walked everywhere. didn’t you know how dangerous it was for a little girl to be so vulnerable? you needed someone to watch over you, keep you safe and happy… in taehyuns twisted, sick mind, he was your knight in shining armor.

taehyun’s roommate and childhood best friend, hueningkai, was opposed to his behavior at first. he scolded him for being “a creep”, which just made taehyun scoff and shake his head; doesn’t he understand that taehyun is just trying to protect you? he makes kai come along with him to prove that he’s working in his doll’s best interest, doesn’t kai see how sweet and kind you are, how smart yet so, so dumb? you surround yourself with the worst people, in taehyuns opinion, always trying to get you to do the riskiest things. and you let them boss you around, make bad decisions, because you’re just too sweet to refuse.

just as quickly as taehyun falls, hueningkai falls too. and while taehyun was reluctant to share you initially, he soon realized that protecting you was a lot easier when he had a partner.

taehyun and hueningkai were content with watching over you from a distance, at least at first. but ever since you started hanging around him, the two of them have been following your every move. they just have to know if you’re safe, is all. their perfect, innocent little princess, you need them to protect you— especially from this disgusting pervert who puts his hands all over you and whispers in your ear, who makes you giggle and blush in the ways that no one except taehyun and kai should.

taehyun can’t take it anymore. he can’t just watch from the sidelines anymore, letting you get snatched up like a little lamb in the claws of a big bad wolf. he had to step in.

so he and kai came up with a plan to keep you safe forever.

and it was easier than either of them had ever thought. they should have done this ages ago, really, celebrating amongst themselves as hueningkai carries your sleeping body up to their shared apartment. they followed you to this terrible frat party that your “boyfriend” had invited you to, sneering in disgust as they watched him slide his hands up your little dress as you danced together— not a single person had noticed the two of them had come uninvited, everyone too drunk or stoned or busy to care. getting that nasty boyfriend of yours away from you was the hard bit, but they ultimately didn’t have to do anything at all. a beer pong game was enough for your little boyfriend to disappear into the drunken crowd like a ghost in the night.

you’re too drunk to notice taehyun slip the little pill into your drink, busy with your back turned talking to an equally inebriated friend… you down the rest of your liquor in one swig when you turn back to the table.

you begin to grow woozy as you stumble your way through the crowd. you tell your friends that you’re going outside to get some fresh air, that you don’t feel good— but it’s alright, they don’t have to come with you, you’ll be back in just a second.

hueningkai catches you right before you pass out face-first into the grass.

you wake up with your head pounding, rubbing your eyes as your surroundings begin to register— you’re tucked gently into a small pink bed, your hair still damp from a bath you don’t remember taking… you look down at the little frilly nightgown you wore, girly and skimpy with a big pink bow to complete it. you’re surrounded by countless stuffed animals, their beady little eyes twinkling up at you mockingly. from the four poster bed hung shimmery pink curtains, like a princesses, reminding you of the bed you had as a small child— the curtains just sheer enough for you to see more childish pink decorations throughout the frightfully unfamiliar bedroom. the lights are off, but a window lets the light of the rising sun peek in… just enough to illuminate the giant steel lock on the window frame .

just as you open your mouth to scream, the bedroom door opens, two smiling faces you hardly recognize peeking in to greet you.

welcome to your new home.

[niningtori]

nini's works in progress

no lie (choi beomgyu x reader)

beomgyu is a go-getter who's had to fight for everything he has, and he's not done fighting. when his boss instructs him to enter their biggest business rival's company, he has no choice but to agree. enter you, the bumbling mess he gets stuck training with, who also happens to be the company's heiress. he has no qualms with using you, a person he assumes to be a spoiled idiot, to get what he wants; but as he gets to know (and maybe even love) you, he finds he might just regret it, after all.

genre: angst :-/, romance, melodrama

warnings: extremely depressed and naive reader

progress: 4.9k

should have known better (choi beomgyu x reader) [requested work]

beomgyu should have known better. he knows his parents think of him as little more than a pawn in their never-ending game of monopoly, and he knows that if he ever strays from the suffocating mold that they force him to shrink himself into, they will cut him off without a sliver of hesitation. he also knows he can’t really do anything about that, either, but that doesn’t make him any less surprised when they tell him that not only will he be marrying the person of their choice, but that choice is you.

you’re not the worst person beomgyu has ever met, but you’re certainly not his favorite. how could he possibly have feelings for someone as vapid and seemingly inconsequential as you?

genre: angst :-/, arranged marriage!au, romance, melodrama

progress: 1.5k

too good to be true (kai kamal huening x reader)

kai is a stereotypical fratboy if there ever was one. at least, as far as you're concerned, he might as well be. he's known for breaking hearts, but he's cute, charming, funny — everything any girl could ever want. well, any girl except for you, it seems. when his advances towards you prove fruitless, he's even more determined than ever to show you that he's serious about his feelings, but your not-so-great history with men leaves you with little patience for his antics.

genre: probably smut (mdni), angst :-/, college!au, romance, melodrama

warnings: smut (mdni), emotionally unavailable reader

progress: 2.6k

never saw the point (choi beomgyu x reader) [requested work]

the night before beomgyu leaves to begin living out his dream as a musician, you dump him out of seemingly nowhere. he's blindsided, devastated by this fact. he begs for you to stay with him, but you're steadfast in your decision, choosing to part ways on the most heartbreaking terms. you have no choice, though, because the baby you're carrying would certainly ruin his life.

genre: angst :-/, secret baby!au, second chance romance, melodrama, famous!beomgyu x reader

progress: 1.1k

hybrid!beomgyu

progress: 0.3k

stepbrothers!beomkai

progress: 0

freudian (choi beomgyu x reader, choi soobin x reader)

freudian - susceptible to analysis in terms of unconscious desires. or, your parents have forced you to be "best friends" with minji, a woman you're convinced was put on this earth to be tailored for you to have a mutual hatred with, since elementary school. she's confident, beautiful, and charming, and her boyfriend, beomgyu, is just as formidable. he's been a pain in your ass, an asshole to you to the most severe degree, since they got together in college. now, you're roommates with minji, but you begin to secretly take interest in beomgyu's best friend, soobin. it's just that... beomgyu's been acting weird these days.

genre: angst (y'all already know...), romance, smut (mdni), lowkey yandere!beomgyu, best friend's boyfriend!beomgyu

warnings: smut (mdni), specfic smut warnings to come but sub!beomgyu and dom!beomgyu probably, lowkey yandere!beomgyu but i feel like it's more like pathetic!beomgyu and pining!beomgyu #tbh, probably the most passive reader ever but also incredibly indifferent towards beomgyu

progress: 3k

our deal (choi beomgyu x reader)

beomgyu thought he had it all. like, he's popular, handsome, rich, smart, funny, cool, tall, well-connected, and charming, if he's being perfectly honest. so when he finally settles down with a girl named yeji, he's utterly humiliated when she dumps him out of nowhere for another guy. in his desperation, he realizes there is only one girl on campus who has the ability to make yeji see what she's missing out on. the campus's very own resident misandrist: you.

genre: probably smut (mdni) (if i feel like it but it'll be suggestive at the very least), romance, fake dating, fluff (probably rlly corny but idgaf), prob a tiny bit of angst (likeeee have u even met me...)

warnings: some allusions to reader's vague past trauma with men but nothing specific

progress: 2.7k

*if you would like to be tagged in any of these works, please let me know! if you are a minor or ageless blog, please do not ask to be tagged in any 18+ works. thank you!

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works contain mature and explicit content ; please read individual story warnings and take care of yourself ���

also: i'm not a solo stan, just very very heavily hongjoong biased

i write for ateez(ults), stray kids, tomorrow x together

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upcoming : allure part three, shells part six

ATEEZ

Units

Valentine! - head canons, drabbles (x)

Yandere ATEEZ taking care of a sick darling - head canons (m)

Sub ATEEZ - head canons (x)

DJANGO - ot8 (x)(m)(!!!)

Manners One & Two - hj/sh (x)

Playtime - hj/ys (x)

Should I? - yh/mg (x)(!!) & Part Two

Favorite positions - head cannon,drabbles (x)

Allure Part One -hj/sh (x)(m)(!!!)

Kim Hongjoong

Shells mini masterlist (x)(m)(!!!)

Pretty (x)(!)

Stupid games, stupid prizes (x)

Fill You Up (x)(!)

Breath & Breath alt ending (m)(!)

Piña Coloda (!)

Tough Luck (x)

Your Color (x)

Closed Doors (w/choi soobin)(x)(m)

Park Seonghwa

Tease (x)

Pretty Boy (x)

Bebe (!)

The Garden (Chapter One)(m)

Baby (m)(!) , Medicine (m)

Jeong Yunho

Handle it (x)

The night we met (x)

Days In : Chapter One (m)

Kang Yeosang

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Choi San

Who? (x)(!!!)

Heavenly (x)

After Hours (x)(!!!!)

Closer (x) (!!)

California Dreamin' (m)(x)(!!)

Moll (m)(x)(!)

Song Mingi

Sweet dreams (x)

Don't make me beg(x)

Cornflower Blue (x)(m)(!!!)

Jung Wooyoung

Marks (x)

Kiss it off me (x)

Aren't you? (x) (!)

So good (x)

Choi Jongho

Heard that? (x)

Tomorrow x Together

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Choi Yeonjun

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Closed Doors (w/khj) (x)(m)

Choi Beomgyu

Can't help it (x)

Kang Taehyun

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You like it?(x)

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Lee Minho

Seo Changbin

Hwang Hyunjin

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Lee Felix

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[weeeeeekly]

quarter life crisis – ot5 tomorrow x together x afab!reader

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blurb !!! Reincarnation can bring soulmates together despite their time apart. Being a huge fan of TOMORROW X TOGETHER helped you get through the struggles of entering early adulthood. You would thank them personally if you ever could but when you possibly get the chance it’s more than what you could ever hope for.

info !!! txt are still idols, reincarnation au, soulmates au, polyamory, throuple²… they’ll all eventually date each other, mc has mental health struggles, universe assigned lactose intolerance, team no kids, glasses wearer, lives in the middle of fuck nowhere but still a city (just go with it), pet names used are “our love” & princess, & not edited.

wc: 1.8k

WARNINGS !!! NSFW, MDNI, 18+, extremely self-indulgent, soft yandere!txt, mentions of mental health & self-harm (nothing graphic) for entire series

author’s note !!! This is fiction!!! this is made up!!! I do not condone breaking in, stalking, and other ulterior motives to get close to someone you are romantically interested in.

why are there not more ot5!txt x fem/afab or gender-neutral reader… mandatory note that i do not think txt act like this in real life. I also cannot come up with a blurb for the life of me, so please peep the info tags.

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CHAPTER TWO

The rest of the night consisted of tossing and turning due to the news. Not only were your legs restless but so was your mind. As it approaches the early hours of 3 AM, you truly do think you’re losing it as you swear you hear Huening Kai’s laugh through the walls. The laughing stops once you put your ear against the shared wall, you huff as you step down from the chair. The sound of the front door opening startles you to fall off the chair.

“What are you doing up?”

You look up from the floor to your roommate looking concerned at you.

“Thought I heard something, but it’s just my mind playing tricks on me.”

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After finally getting 2 hours of sleep, which was basically a nap, you thought a quick workout would help wake yourself up. It had been a while since you worked out before work but since you had a restless night hopefully walking on the treadmill will fix something.

You wish your roommate a good night as they go to bed to work the night shift again. As you’re locking the door, the neighbor’s door opens, and you’re greeted by the sight of Taehyun. Not just any Taehyun but just-woke-up-with-fluffy-hair-and-no-makeup Taehyun.

Oh, you were in trouble.

He waved at you as you will yourself to not embarrass yourself. You flash him a polite smile as you turn to walk towards the elevator when you hear him call out “wait up”. You pause as you turn around to see him walk up to you.

“Are you going to the gym too?”

You nod as you stare at his beautiful face. You’re surprised you haven’t started crying or shaking out of nervousness/excitedness, but you were running on 2 hours of sleep, half of an iced matcha latte, and pure adrenaline.

“Yeah, are going to box?”

Taehyun raises an eyebrow at you, so you immediately scramble for an explanation, “The gym here has expensive boxing equipment…”

“Oh, really?”

Taehyun smiles at you with his beautiful Taehyun smile and sparkly eyes that you feel your calm demeanor slipping away, “Oh wow would you look at the time! I got to go to work!”

“You have work at,” Taehyun checks his watch. “5:30 AM?”

“Yeah? I mean yeah. So, I’ll just–” You flash a quick smile and immediately turn around to head to the stairwell.

Taehyun stands where you left him wondering why you were in a hurry to get away from him, but the realization hits him as he rushes back to the shared apartment. He flings the door open to his members falling backwards from leaning against the door to eavesdrop.

“Hyung, the door is made of great wood!”

“You’re right!”

“Our love is a MOA.”

Yeonjun and Beomgyu shoot up from the floor as they talk over each other to ask questions to Taehyun about their soulmate. Soobin stays on the floor as a loopy smile graces his features as he comes up with baking ideas. Kai paces back and forth while on his phone, looking up date ideas nearby.

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“I saw the news.”

Your head whips around to see your boss looking at you sadly with a box of cookies. You shake your head as she approaches you to give you a hug. You freeze as you accept the hug as you stare in shock at the rest of coworkers standing behind her with a sign that says, “Sending Our Condolences”.

“What is happening?”

Your coworker that is closest in age to you speaks up, “Your favorite group.”

“This is really sweet and confusing, but they’re not like One Direction, they’ll be back.”

Everyone just sends you an even sadder look than your boss did as they pile the pity gifts into your arms. You stand silent after they head back to their offices to start the day. Your mind can’t move on from the thought that what if TXT doesn’t come back.

The thought looms over your head of what you would do if TXT aren’t coming back. If this is them silently disbanding. The thought spirals you so much that your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest and tears are threatening to stream down your face. Before finding some solace in the farthest restroom from your desk, you quickly place the pity pile of gifts on your desk.

You have a legitimate reason to not be working on another massive spreadsheet and stare at a bunch of numbers at this very second. You are having a mental breakdown of sorts.

You keep your head lowered as you walk past offices down the hallways to get to your favorite secluded bathroom, nothing special to the average person but to you the pale-yellow walls with knock off van Gogh paintings meant everything to you. This was the last restroom in the building to not yet be demolished and renovated into an ugly, modern look, destroying any remnants of the past.

The version of yourself in the mirror is a sad one as red-rimmed eyes stare back behind your tear-stained glasses.

Fuck.

And suddenly, you feel like you’re 18 again. Back to winter break of senior year, extremely depressed due to the way school was going. Your grades were barely passing and having to keep studying to get any scholarships for college. Pushing all your friends away, crying in the bathroom, praying to any higher power in the universe to not let anyone walk by to hear or see your current state. Clutching your shirt with shaky hands as every negative thought is screaming inside your head.

The only difference is that you can’t go home and lock yourself in the bathroom in the early hours of the night to self-harm.

There’s only so much you can do to calm yourself down inside the tiny bathroom with two stalls, including the accessible stall, and sink counter. Pacing back and forth while counting your steps isn’t slowing your breathing and every time you look in the mirror you cry harder.

The guys sit around the new table and matching chairs they bought earlier after you left for work. Taehyun looks up from eating the bento box they ordered. Soobin tilts his head at his member’s weird reaction until they all sense it.

“Something’s… wrong and I think it’s our love.”

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The rest of your shift passed painstakingly slowly from your sluggish movements. It also didn’t help that your vision was blurred by the constant presence of tears threatening to fall.

The second the clock hit 4 PM, you shut the desktop off and slung your bag over your shoulder to rush out the building. You don’t remember driving home as your body went on autopilot, but next thing you know you’re in the elevator on the way up to your apartment.

The sad walk to your apartment door would have been like any other if it weren’t for your neighbor’s door opening and five heads poking out to jumpscare you.

You let out a shriek as the metal water bottle in your dominant hand is ready to be a makeshift weapon as Beomgyu and Taehyun let out matching shrieks.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The harsh whisper leaves your mouth as you bend down to pick up your belongings that ended up on the floor from the startle. Soobin beats you to it as he hands you your bag and obnoxious keychain of your favorite childhood character that holds your keys. You thank him as his ears turn red from making physical contact with you.

You’re unlocking your door as the other four watch you with their undivided attention and the feeling makes you pause, “Wait…”

You slowly turn your head to look at them – Yeonjun smirking at you while trying to act cool by leaning against the doorframe, Soobin hiding behind the doorframe while covering his ears, Beomgyu smiling so hard that you’re afraid he might crack a tooth, Taehyun staring at you with his beautiful boba eyes like you offered the universe to him, and Kai giggling at your comically confused expression.

“We never introduced ourselves, but we’re your new neighbors! I’m Daniel, by the way.”

“Daniel” extends out a shaky hand towards you. You accept the handshake and make sure to firmly shake his hand while making direct eye contact which causes Yeonjun to lose his cool and keep sending out looks of “help” to Beomgyu.

Beomgyu takes the hint and steps in, “I’m Ben.”

“Hi Ben. What’s that short for? Benjamin, Benward, Bennet, Bennet with 2 t’s and 2 e’s, Benedict?”

You continue listing names that could possibly use the nickname while keeping Yeonjun’s hand in a death grip as Beomgyu grows increasingly uncomfortable. You turn your attention to Taehyun who just mumbles “Terry” and Kai is busy trying to coax Soobin back inside the apartment.

“Drop the act. I don’t know what’s going on, so you all are going to explain to me why you’re here.”

Finally dropping Yeonjun’s hand, he lets out a sigh of relief as the rest of TXT go back inside the neighboring apartment as you follow behind them. Kai holds the door open for you as you mumble a “thank you” and hear him close it behind you. You follow the guys and take your shoes off to wear an extra pair of indoor slippers that are conveniently in your size.

You cross your arms as your eyes narrow, “Okay, spill.”

Yeonjun and Taehyun, the members with the most confidence in their English, jump at the chance to explain the story their protocol team came up with about how they’re here to film content for In the Soop: Together. Your eyes switch every few seconds from one to the other as they speak over each other, virtually making the story unintelligible.

A single hand raise from you quiets them both as you speak, “Let me make sure I’m getting this right. TXT as in Tomorrow By Together are in my random ass city in my random ass state that no one famous ever comes to – not even for concerts – but one of the biggest musical acts from South Korea is here?”

Kai’s head tilts, “You know Tubatu?”

Your eyes widen as you suddenly turn your head to stare at the fire alarm on the ceiling, “I never said that.”

“MOA!”

Yeonjun opens his arms wide for a hug as you’re frantically shaking your head to pretend that you don’t know that your favorite group in the world is right in front of you, talking to you, and seemingly excited to see you.

Like they knew you.

Which would be crazy and fueling your delusions, so you chalk it up to their amazing fan service that you only dreamt about after seeing and reading on social media.

Turning back to the group of guys – they’re literally just guys (but your favorite group of guys) – you muster up all the courage inside your body. “Can we be friends? Can we start over like it’s our first-time meeting and just be friends?”

They all nod their head as you smile.

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author's note !!! get well soon, beomgyu! weverse notice he got a bad ankle injury :(

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📖 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐚𝐧

Home Invasion Series - Yoongi / Jungkook / Namjoon / Hobi / Jin / Jimin / Taehyung (semi hiatus)

Ex boyfriend series - Namjoon

Yoongi's birthday fluff

playing Animal Crossing with you (OT7)

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝑺𝒐𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒏

Cursed Prince Soobin

vacation with Soobin

girl dad Soobin

Soobin late to his baby's birth

apple picking with Soobin

dad!Soobin + baby hands

𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒏

Yeonjun suggestive fluff

mafia-dad Yeonjun

Yeonjun determined to be a girl dad

Yeonjun - on camera, off camera

protecting mafia boss Yeonjun (e2l)

girl dad Yeonjun

ex-boyfriend Yeonjun voicemail

new dad Yeonjun

royal reader x nobleman Yeonjun

Bound - princess reader x royal guard Yeonjun

Three Cursed Princes (Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Kai)

wild fae boy finds you in the snow forest

𝑩𝒆𝒐𝒎𝒈𝒚𝒖

Between the Pages (prince Beomgyu)

yandere!Beomgyu

med student Beomgyu x coma patient reader

Boy dad Beomgyu / more

Beomgyu aquarium meet-cute

Beomgyu + your parents

werewolf Beomgyu x kitsune reader thought

Moulin Rouge Beomgyu (suggestive)

Three Cursed Princes (Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Kai)

𝑻𝒂𝒆𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏

witch reader x witch hunter taehyun

royal stablehand Taehyun

famous soccer player Taehyun

Raven Prince

Taehyun who sees visions of the future

Taehyun as Pokemon

Cursed Prince Taehyun

𝑯𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑲𝒂𝒊

boyfriend Huening Kai + plushies

betrothed Prince Kai

prince!huening kai

Three Cursed Princes (Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Kai)

𝒂𝒍𝒍/𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔

Playing Animal Crossing

tucking you in before they leave for a night schedule

hybrid!txt protecting their human partner

husband!txt trying to be a handy man

taking you to Build-a-Bear

when you’re sick

hybrid!txt when you smell like someone else

dad!txt + Christmas

toxic ex-husband txt

"don't marry him"

when he thought he'd moved on

university Taebin love triangle

hybrid ot5 thoughts

Txt x vampire reader

Three Cursed Princes (Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Kai)

Txt in the Hunger Games

Txt as Animal Crossing villagers

Sci-fi/fantasy one-shot series: Bound (Yeonjun) / Salvaged (Kai) / Smuggled (Beomgyu) / Changed (Taehyun) / Shouldered (Soobin) in progress

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦

[linos-luna]

Injuries? 🔪

Yandere!Huengingkai x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, manipulation

—————————— 🧸 ——————————

Pretending to be sick or injured for attention? No way he’d do that! Not your sweet boyfriend! He’s just a little clumsy at times.

But this man was crazy. He managed to manipulate you into falling for him. Acting all cute and innocent, when being innocent is far from what he is. Kai hides it from his friends well, rarely letting the mask slip. Although sometimes it does. He stalked you, learned your habits, and charmed you into falling in love. And now… well now you’re stuck.

~ 🧸

A family event. Just great. Not one of your favorite things. In all honesty you only go to family events see siblings, cousins, and a select few revatives. If it wasn’t for them you wouldn’t go at all. But today was different. They wanted to meet your boyfriend.

You’ve been dating him for a while and even moved in together yet he’s never met your parents face to face. He’s talked to them on the phone and through video call but never in person. They seem to like him but are disheartened that you rarely visit.

You thought that since this relationship is serious, you’d have him meet others in your family as well.

But your boyfriend isn’t so excited either… in fact he doesn’t want you to go at all. He hates when you give other people attention and he’ll definitely get jealous, even it’s your family! He won’t even let you get a pet in fear that you’d love it more than him.

So he was thinking…

You had been getting dressed and packing some clothes. The trip wouldn’t be for another hour or two but you just wanted to be ready.

Looking in the mirror, you sighed while finishing your hair and makeup, wondering how this would pan out.

Meanwhile you could hear your boyfriend shriek.

You hear some thuds and quickly rush out, only to see him moaning at the bottom of the stairs.

“Oh my god! Baby are you okay?!” You quickly went to him, quite worried. “Baby?”

“I-I’m fine noona…” he was holding back a smile, “I just fell that’s all.”

“Baby, you gotta be more careful...” You frowned while helping him up.

He winced when standing before crying out in pain.

“Agh! Noona that hurts!”

You paused and look down, his ankle was a little swollen. He must’ve sprain it. This isn’t the first time… he’s just clumsy like that.

“I think it’s sprained…” he whimpered.

You frowned at it, feeling bad, before gently getting him to the bedroom.

You left to the kitchen to make an ice pack as kai made himself comfortable. He always knew how to get the injury just right.

Soon you came back with the ice pack and propped some pillows up to put his ankle on.

“Baby, I’ll make you some soup before I leave!” You said while putting the ice pack to his ankle. “I’ll leave your crutches from last time right here… Then I’ll have your friend Soobin come by tomorrow morning to help you. I’ll be back tomorrow night. Okay?”

“Before you leave?? But you can’t go..”

“But I already told my parents that I’m going.” You sighed. “I haven’t seen them in almost a year.”

“But… but I’m hurt…” he frowned.

“I know but—”

“Don’t leave me, noona!” He blurted out while grabbing your wrist. “Please!”

“Baby—”

“I need you!” He said while tearing up. “It hurts noona!”

This was just breaking your heart. There was always this little instinct of yours to take care of people you love, especially your boyfriend. But it also got you thinking… he’s hurt his ankle a lot. Other body parts too but his ankle more recently…

“Baby… you’ve sprain your ankle before…” you said while sitting next to him and rubbing his cheek. “It wasn’t that bad last time… it’s not like you broke it and—”

“Should I break it?” He said with a dead serious expression. “Will breaking it make you care?!”

“What?! No don’t break it!” You were stunned. Why would he say that?!

“I can break it! I can break it right now!” He said frantically while starting to get up, only for you to pull him back down.

“No Kai don’t!”

“You obviously don’t care about me!” He said, obviously frustrated, with some tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Baby—”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” He interrupted. “Just go! Go have fun with the family that’s mean to you!”

Disheartened, you stood up and sighed. Not sure what to say as he was obviously upset.

“I-I’ll go make your food…” you said while awkwardly walking out.

Your boyfriend wondered if he was a little too harsh but you should be apologizing soon. That’s what he wants.

You were lost in thought while cutting the vegetables. The thought of leaving him did seem bad but then again, this trip has been planned for weeks! And everyone is excited to see you. Even if your family is a little toxic, all families are right?

But why would you leave him alone?? Your sweet baby boy! I mean it’s not his fault that he fell down the stairs. Everyone does that at some point in life. Right?

You put the vegetables in along with some left over chicken bones for homemade broth. Now you just needed to wait for it to boil before adding the meat and noodles.

You sighed while going back to the bedroom and peaked in to see your boyfriend sitting there with his arms crossed.

“Baby?”

He didn’t answer, only looking at you.

“I’m making your soup.” You said while coming in. “I-I’m sure you’re going to like it.”

Again, he doesn’t answer. Only stares.

“Hey.” You sit next to him and take his hand. “You know… my family is a pain. Perhaps… I shouldn’t go.”

Kai perked his head up when hearing that and looked at you, acting surprised.

“I mean, they’re not all that nice.” You shrug. “And besides, I can’t just leave my injured baby boy at home all alone.

“So… you’re not leaving?”

“It was dumb of me to think I should. I’m sorry.” You said before giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I should be at home. Taking care of my baby boy.”

“Noona…? After dinner… Can we cuddle and watch movies?”

“Of course!” You said while standing up, about to leave to finish cooking.

“Noona!” He called out suddenly. “I-I want more kiss!”

You chuckled and went back to him, giving a long kiss on the lips. But even as you tried pulling away, he pulled you in again, making you sit next to him.

At first he held your shoulders as he kissed you, then moved to lightly grope your breast and hold your waist m. He wanted to do more but you stop him.

You moaned a little and let go, remembering that you have food cooking.

“Baby let’s continue later.” You laughed. “I got food on the stove!”

“Okay, noona.” He giggled as you got up.

He was just too cute to look at and you quickly made your way out to check on the soup.

Your boyfriend smiled. He got exactly what he wanted.

[luvyeni]

hi i love your writing added member and the perverted members could you write more like the nct members being perverted and possessive with the only female member too stray kids and txt

—｛🎂｝PERV/YANDERE MOMENTS WITH 6TH MEMBER; W/ TUBATU

pairings. OT5!tubatu x 6thmember!reader

wc. 1.1k

warnings. yandere/perv!txt , possessiveness, manipulation, unprotected sex, groping

synopsis. different scenarios with perv/yandere!txt and the 6th member.

—｛🍰｝... SOOBIN ⋮ cumming to pictures of you !

he seen the perfect picture of you , it was from one of your concert fit , he always thought you looked so sexy in it , his cock always got hard when you wore it.

"oh..oh fuck!" his fucked his fist , his phone in his hand as he examined the picture of you that he found on twitter , your cleavage popping out from the top of your shirt a little , soobin knew he was a perv , but he couldn't help moan your name thinking his was alone as he fucked himself to his orgasm. "soobinie." you walked into his room , thinking he was calling you , your eyes going wide. "sh..shit , im sorry , i didn't mean you interrupt you " you turned to walk out but he stopped.

"love , why don't you come over and come here and make your leader cum."

—｛🍰｝... YEONJUN ⋮ stopping you from seeing other idols !

yeonjun looked through your phone , all the different numbers of idols in it , reading a bunch of messages of people inviting you out.

"you're not going out." you whined , grabbing his arm. "why , it's just to go out for meat with yujin." you said. "and jake , don't lie to me baby , i looked through your phone." you frowned. "you can't stop me , i want to go." he poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue , before he grabbed your jaw. "you're so bold now baby , how about i send your friends , that cute little video i took of you yesterday , think they want to see that." you shook your head. "n..no."

"then be a good girl and tell them you can't go out."

—｛🍰｝... BEOMGYU ⋮ watching your ass in the practice room mirror !

beomgyu was losing all his marbles as he watched your ass dance in mirror , the way it moved as you did the dance , he was counting down until the next break for everyone to leave.

as soon as the last person left , he was coming up behind you. "g..gyu , what are you doing?" you felt him grinding against you. "you feel that princess , you did and that ass of yours , its perfect." he bent you over the couch , pulling your leggings down. "gotta hurry babe , don't have long." he pushed inside of you , covering your mouth as he fucked into you. "go..gotta be quiet , don't want them to hear you getting fucked during practice , like a slut." he groaned.

"gonna fuck you until you're dancing funny."

—｛🍰｝... TAEHYUN ⋮ forbbing you to do sexy stages !

taehyun watched as you practice for your upcoming solo preformance , it was really sexy , taehyun didn't want anyone else but him to see this dance.

"what are you doing?" he scoffed. "the dance." you said , turning the music off. "why you aren't doing it." he said. "i already told them i was , please taehyun just this once , i just want to try it." you said. "you want them to see you as a slut." you shook your head. "because that's what they'll call you." you frowned. "b..but im not." tears wielding in your eyes. "i know that baby , but they won't care , you can kiss your career goodbye." he said. "i..i won't do it." you said. "good girl." he hugged your body , squeezing a little too tight.

"ask to do the dance again and you'll regret it."

—｛🍰｝... HUENING KAI ⋮ "helping" you fix your clothes !

kai watched as you tugged at your shirt , trying to cover up your cleavage , smiling knowing he was the one who gave them the wrong size for you , so it would be too small.

"let me help you." he pulled at the shirt watching your tits bouce as he tugged on it , his cock getting hard. "k..kai." you said as his hands grazed over your boobs. "wow , they're really soft." you softly moaned as he squeezed them. "you like that." he lifted your shirt. "can i suck on them?" you nodded he pulled your bra down , "k..kai we don't have long before we have to go." you sighed as he sucked on your nipple , already thinking about the next time he was gonna fuck up your size to do this again

"don't worry baby , you'll be begging to fuck no matter how much time we have left"

©️LUVYENI

[ao3feed-ateez]

Butterflies (Stray Kids x Male Reader)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WEbRJ2C by Stolas_luver You've been wanting to get back into your artistic hobbies as of late, and with the new art studio that's opened in your city not too far from your apartment, it seems your prayers have been answered. Making new friends has never been a difficult task for you, what happens when it slowly becomes more than that? Or.. You make your way over to your chosen seat, noticing Seungmin and Jeongin decided to sit next to you. "Wanted to sit with your new twin, huh?" You tease taking your seat. He laughs and fidgets with his camera bag. "Yeah sure, something like that." ^^First Chapter Excerpt^^ Words: 1462, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Lee Minho | Lee Know, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung | Han, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Yang Jeongin | I.N, Reader, Male Reader, Gender Neutral Reader - Character, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Huening Kai, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Relationships: Stray Kids Ensemble/Reader, Stray kids/reader, Bang Chan/Male Reader, Lee Know/Male Reader, Seo Changbin/Male Reader, Hwang Hyunjin/Male Reader, Han Jisung/Male Reader, Lee Felix/Male Reader, Kim Seungmin/Male Reader, Yang Jeongin/Male Reader, Stray Kids/Each Other Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Stray Kids-not idols, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Stray Kids are still artists, Painter Hwang Hyunjin, Friends to Lovers, Reader is stripper, but also a librarian, Reader isn’t short, Might make them corrupt, or maybe they’ll be normal, read to find out, reader uses he/him pronouns, yanderes maybe?, protective Stray Kids, overprotective stray kids, maknaes get reader first and gatekeep him, Possessive Stray Kids, reader likes em possessive, Cross-Posted on Wattpad, protective Reader, Possessive Behavior, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, whipped reader, Stray Kids is Whipped, Unhealthy Relationships, but y’all like it that way ya freaks, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, It’s not kidnapping if you go willingly, Slow Burn, the author is learning patience, Author Is Sleep Deprived, The Author Regrets Nothing read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/WEbRJ2C

[prettyheung]

yan! txt | you reject them

⇾ genre/warnings : yandere!au, reader is manipulated, reader is threatened, violence?

—soobin

Soobin’s mouth dropped slightly at your rejection, shifting his weight from one leg to another. He didn’t even want to bother hiding the disappointment and hurt on his face, it was better if you knew how much he liked you.

“Was it something I did?” He finally spoke, meeting your eyes, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Was it my friends, or the way I dress, or…?” He trailed off, looking to you for an explanation. There was another question that lingered at the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t possibly say it out loud.

Wasn’t your ideal type me?

“It’s not that. I’m just not interested in you like that, you know.” You looked awkward standing in the middle of the empty room, so out of place.

Soobin felt out of place too, like his body wasn’t his. He stared at his hands, his long legs, his feet. It didn’t feel like his.

His mouth was moving on its own too. It didn’t feel like his.

“What else should I change?” He could hear himself say. “If you don’t like my friends, I’ll stop hanging out with them. If it’s the way I dress, I’ll change it too!”

He dropped to his knees, eager eyes meeting your concerned gaze as he crawled towards you. You tried to back away but he gripped your calves before you could. “If it was something I did, then please forgive me.” His voice was glazed with desperation and frenzy.

“Soobin, I see you as a friend. I’m sorry.”

None of his body felt like his. They all have a mind of their own.

“Wasn’t I your ideal type?” He choked out. “I changed everything for you! Why am I still not the one you want?”

“I’m sorry!”

“What else do I have to change? Tell me,”  He pleaded, pulling onto your legs as you tried to  shake him off without kicking him in the face.

And you left just like that, Soobin clutching at the wind as he tried to figure it out.

What else should he change?

—yeonjun

He laughed. Loud cackles, echoed in the empty space as he stared at you incredulously. There was no humour, dry and borderline mocking as he stepped closer to you.

“No? What makes you think you can say no to me?” He cocked his head to the side, a glint of curiosity disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

You backed away.

“Huh? No?” The toes of his sneakers scuffed the ground as he kicked them in frustration. “Seriously, who do you think you are?”

Was he mad? Maybe. Yeonjun wouldn’t say he got a lot of ‘no’s in his entire life. It was always yes, sure, of course. But was he really angry? Not exactly. He would say he felt slightly ruffled, slightly irritated. Like you could see the artwork on display, but it’s not yours. You can’t touch it, you can’t bring it home. Your hands would curl, and you would think of possessing it, but no matter what, it still couldn’t become yours. You never can own it.

It was things like that, things that he couldn’t get his hands on that makes his blood pulse madly under his skin. Like bugs that wouldn’t stop crawling over his body, desire was that itch he can’t pinpoint.

He got close enough to smell adrenaline on your skin, acrid like sweat and heavy like blood.

“You’re scared?” Yeonjun couldn’t help giggling. It was hilarious, how you acted all high and mighty when you rejected him, but now you were trembling with your hair sticking to your forehead.

“Shouldn’t have said no then,” He spat. His fingers twisted tightly around your locks, dragging you forward. You shrieked, grabbing his wrist in a silent plea for him to have mercy on your burning scalp.

Yeonjun tugged your head upwards, bringing your face close to him. “Still saying no?”

—beomgyu

“But I don’t understand,” He huffed.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t trying to comprehend your perspective. He just cannot. No idea why at all.

A guy like him has got it all, from looks to personality. Beomgyu was certain he is the living reincarnation of a man written by a woman. Everything that encompasses his being was simply the very thing every woman looks for.

He was so sure. Beomgyu was so sure you were going to say yes.

Now, you were rejecting him?

He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t think he wants to. There can’t be any logical reasoning behind your answer.

“Are you not going to say yes?” His voice was unsteady when he gripped your upper arm, shaking you a little like if he waved you about hard enough, he might be able to disperse whatever haze that settled on your mind. Whatever it was that made you reject him. You were simply not in your right mind, right?

“Give me a reason then. I don’t think you can,” He urged, the grasp turning tighter. “You’re not thinking right.”

“Beomgyu—,”

“Tell me why!” He hissed, voice dripping with venom. “Why? Am I not good enough?”

You were wide-eyed, fear dripping from every minuscule twitch of your features. He caught it, a small smirk working its way across his face.

“There’s no reason, is there?” He relaxed his hold on you. “If you can’t tell me why you don’t like me, then that just means you like me. It’s either this or that.”

“That’s not—,”

“It’s simple, really. You either like me or you don’t,” Beomgyu cut you off, sighing like you were a five-year-old needing an uncomplicated worded explanation. “And since you can’t give me a simple explanation as to why you rejected me, it’s just not valid. That means you like me.”

He patted your head when you didn’t respond. “Since you like me, this also means we are dating.”

—taehyun

Taehyun wouldn’t say he is a sore loser. No, everything is a learning experience, the outcome does not matter so long as you do gain from it. Losses are to be accepted graciously, wins are not to be bragged about. All he was involved in had provided him with great opportunities to further build himself as a person.

At least that was who he thought he was. Maybe he really isn’t a sore loser, perhaps it was just you who messed his entire life up and made him question all he knew about himself. Questioning his sanity, his morale, his confidence right now as he confessed to you.

“I’m sorry.” You kept apologising. He didn’t know what to say. What were you supposed to say when the only person you’ve ever liked, loved if you may, said no to you? 

And was he supposed to comfort you when he was the one who got rejected? You were shifting uncomfortably, red with unease. Biting your lip, making it seem like he was the bad guy here.  The more you do that, the more people stared.

It was obvious that he got declined, Taehyun could feel the tips of his ears burning with shame as he stuffed the flower bouquet into his bag.

Scratch that, he is a sore loser. He didn’t want to lose this. Didn’t want to lose you. Mostly, he also didn’t want to lose face.

Taehyun nodded grimly, offering you low mumbles of ‘it’s fine, you don’t have to apologise’, tugging your sleeve to hurry you both off the curious glances.

A sore loser like him can’t take defeat, right? He’d just have to try harder. Different strategies, different ways. Trial and error, everything he did would just give him more insight on how to make you his own. You’ll fold in time, you’ll understand his need to win you over.

If you don’t, he’ll just win by force then.

—huening kai

Telltale signs of tears were the red of his eyeballs, the fluttering of his dainty lashes as he clenched his fist in response to your reply. He can’t allow you to see the protruding veins on his arms from how hard his nails were digging anxious crescents into his palms, so they went into the pockets instead.

No, Kai was only going to let you see what he wanted you to. So he sniffed, soft brown eyes staring into the distance as he watched you racked your mind to let him down gently. From your expression, from the awkward silence after he told you how he feels, it was obvious you do not return them.

“Kai,” You exhaled, nibbling on your lower lip as your troubled eyes scanned his face. His eyebrows furrowed, plump lips turned downwards as he blinked back the disappointment threatening to spill from his eyes.

“I know,” He cleared his throat, “I understand. But I like you so much,” 

He trembled, nails picking off the extra strands of fabric from his ripped jeans. “I like you so, so much.”

A stray tear escaped, the single droplet sitting on his cheek, like an embellishment that screamed for your attention. Kai glanced carefully at you, how your expression twisted from stressed to distraught. He shot you a beseeching stare, silently pleading for you to change your mind.

“Look,” You sighed, placing a cautious hand on his arm. “Maybe we can try…try and see where this leads to?” Voice dripping with forced amiability, you looked on as his face brightened up in a blink as you had just imagined him being oh, so sad.

He held on to your pinky, a large grin replacing all sorrow lacing his features, thanking you meekly as he led you down the street.

Kai knew waterworks were effective. Who could resist a pretty boy’s tears?

[11riize]

Playboyxjake has fallen in love with the schools prettiest gril y/n. Too bad for jake, she's an anti romantic. What will jake do to win her heart 😔

This is definitely canon. I feel like jake would always try to get her attention and find out what she likes, and listen to her deeply so she feels welcome around him. Even tho he wants to he'll try to take it slow but mr.jake isn't good at that for too long. Eventually y/n will crack down and take him!!😭he'll be so damn happy and would cherish her with everything in him!!!

I might turn this into a ff too! I keep y'all updated on it If I decide to :).

Ask and request are still open 🐱