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OUI OUI MY MUMMY ARGHHHHHHH

Dominant (NSFW) FT Haseul

Author’s note: Wanted to experiment a bit so I did a little something for @blanceverlast

"What do you mean I'm a surrogate baby?" I ask my parents.

"Well, JJ, you know we've had fertility issues, so we turned to surrogacy for help," my mom explains, but I narrow my eyes, questioning why this revelation is only surfacing now.

"Well, your 'mom' would like to meet you," my mother adds.

"And what does she do?" I ask, puzzled.

The plane ride to South Korea overwhelmed me; I never imagined my "mom" would be so far away. Yet, surrogacy can originate from anywhere, I suppose. As I sit in the back of the plane, my seatmate approaches.

She wears a mask, yet there's an enchanting aura about her. Smiling (or at least I assume so, judging by her eyes), she sits beside me. The plane takes off, and we sit in silence. Despite my efforts to stay awake, exhaustion eventually overtakes me, and I drift off to sleep.

Upon awakening, I feel a lightweight on my shoulders. I crane my neck to see my seatmate. Her mask has slipped down, revealing her face. As our eyes meet, arousal floods through me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you," she says, smiling.

Enraptured by her beauty, I stumble over my response. "I'd love it if you bothered me. Wait, no... you're no bother."

She smiles and sits up across from me. "Call me Haseul," she says with a pleasant voice. I smile back, extending my hand for her to shake.

"JJ charmed to meet you," I reply. Haseul takes my hand happily.

"So, what brings you to Korea?" she inquires.

I hesitate, searching for an appropriate response. "Um, my surrogate wanted to meet me," I reply. Haseul looks at me, puzzled, before smiling.

"Okay," she says before taking out her tablet. I glance over her shoulder, and she catches me.

"Do you like Kaiju research?" she teases, having caught me off guard. Surprisingly, I enthusiastically replied yes. Haseul's eyes flicker with interest.

"Oh? Then look this over and tell me what you see," she says confidently, handing me the tablet. I study the notes and diagrams, absorbing the information.

"This is a new species of Kaiju," I declare.

Haseul looks surprised. "Wait, how did you deduce all of that from my research?"

"Well, the DNA sequence at the 8th and 24th helix links is wholly different from any other Kaiju in the same family. Plus, if you examine the dorsal plates aligning with the spine, there's an unusual vein structure depicted in them," I explain.

Haseul's eyes widen in astonishment. "How did you notice all of that?"

"I like Kaiju," I admit.

Haseul looks impressed and asks me to go over all the research she just completed. Over the next several hours, we fill the time pouring over her findings. By the end of the flight, we've barely scratched the surface of this new Kaiju she accidentally discovered.

"Shit, we need more time. Hey, when you're done visiting your 'surrogate,' come to this lab," Haseul says as we pack up. She hands me a business card and her personal cell number. As we prepare to go our separate ways upon landing, I notice a dark-skinned woman who sees me and says, "James?" I look at her before Haseul pops up behind me.

"Yuma, you know JJ?" Haseul asks.

"Yes, he's my son," Yuma replies in English before saying something else in Korean that I don't understand.

Haseul's eyes widened as she smiled knowingly. The two women led me to a van, and we all piled in. Yuma remained silent for a while before speaking up, "You're probably hungry, James. Are you in the mood for anything?" she asked hopefully.

I nodded, replying, "Teriyaki Chicken sounds great about now." Haseul burst into laughter, causing Yuma and me to turn to her.

"What's so funny?" I asked. Haseul responded between chuckles, "You really are Yuma’s son. She loves teriyaki chicken as well," teasing with a cheeky smile. I shrugged, and Haseul's smile softened into an unfamiliar emotion. I chuckle as we get the food to go before piling back in the car.

We arrived at the laboratory, and Yuma took me aside to her office. "You’re probably wondering why I brought you here, why I did all of this," she said with a crooked smile similar to mine.

"Well, I just wanted to meet you and talk to you," she explained.

"I carried you to pay for my doctorate in Kaiju studies. I read field books to you while you were in my tummy, watching marathons of Godzilla, and Gamera movies while I studied just to stay awake, and feel you kick. It made me reconsider numerous times if I should give you up, but I was in no space to take care of a child. So I buried my growing feelings and went to term, but recently I have been feeling this gnawing emptiness. Against my better judgment, I reached out to your parents to meet you. I just wanted to hold my baby boy one more time," she said, hugging me tightly.

"A baby boy who's not so baby anymore,"

Yuma said, and I chuckled at her observation. A feeling of safety washed over me, and tears poured from my eyes. Before any other words could be said, a voice interrupted us. A big, burly man entered the room and said, "Excuse me, Yuma, you are needed." My "mom" broke the hug and smiled at me.

As I waited in the office, the door opened, and Haseul popped in. "Oh, great, you're here. Can I get your help with something?" she asked with a mischievous smile. I hesitated but couldn't resist her, so I nodded.

"Good boy," she purred, and I felt a strange sensation as she kissed me. Haseul broke the kiss and smiled. "Good, now you're nice and dumb. I need your help looking over a few charts for me, and I need you not to overthink," she said with authority. My mind was left in a hazy fog as she led me into the room.

I put my headphones in as Haseul sat at her desk and asked me to go over and aggregate some data charts. She handed me a laptop and an Excel sheet, and I diligently compiled and aggregated the numbers she'd asked for, going above and beyond by conducting a qualitative analysis of Kaiju markings and identifying outliers and notable specimens. When my "mom" came to look for me, I'd finished a substantial amount of work.

"Oh, JJ, there you are," she said as she entered the office. I looked up and nodded. She walked over and examined what I was doing, furrowing her brows before turning to Haseul, who was deeply engrossed in her work. A smile crept onto my lips as I watched her. My mom noticed and smirked before addressing Haseul, "Um, excuse me, but I think my son has helped you do half your work."

Haseul looked up at my mom and quickly apologized, "Oh, Mrs. Yuma, I'm so sorry, but JJ has been so helpful."

"I can see that. His notes on your compilation have been extensive," my mom teased. Haseul turned red but quickly pressed on, "It's not just that; he has an almost ocean-deep knowledge of Kaiju."

I shrugged, "I just like them," I responded. Haseul smiled, and I felt that strange sensation again, but this time, it was more intense. My mom noticed and smirked as we headed back to her place. On the way back, she asked me a question I 100% expected.

"Do you like Haseul?" I nodded, and my mom smirked, "Be careful with her," was her only warning. Sadly (but not really), I didn't heed it.

Haseul’s claws (she's a Red Panda Kaijin) were comforting and sexy even before she wrapped them around my throat. She started small with pet names like my puppy or Handsome. Then came some light flirty glances and touches. That's what sealed the deal I was hers. Her little pup to mold and shape how she saw fit. 

This all culminated in the day before I left. I helped her and my mom finish something and Haseul said, “Oh my little pup so dumb but eager to please,” my brain broke and I responded (thankfully my mom wasn't there to hear this)

“Oh please fuck me dumb. Mark me and claim me as yours Haseul,” Haseul smirked at me. Her eyes narrowed as her scent filled my nostrils leaving me lightheaded and aroused. She slipped over to me and sat on my lap. Her voice took on a Saccharine and lurid pitch as she spoke, 

“Oh my needy pup, what makes you think you deserve my touch,” she coos and I moan which turns her smirk into a wicked smile. If it wasn't clear to her before it was now. I am her little pup. I'm only hers to play with and manipulate as she sees fit. One hand palms my hardening cock and the other wraps itself around my throat. She smiles maliciously as my breath hitches and her control over me becomes absolute. She extends her talons enough to draw blood but my horny head only draws a euphoric pleasure from the sensation.

“I could rip your throat out and you'd ask me if you were a good little pet?” she said which elicited another moan from me, “Oh dumb pup I'm going to have fun training you.” Haseul gloated, as she began to stroke my rod.

As she did she licked my blood off of her talons the lurid sight drove me to new heights. After she licked the blood off her talons she licked my neck where she pierced me. I felt the wounds begin to heal as she eyed me with a ravenous hunger before telling me, open your mouth for me pup, and stick your tongue out.” I follow her command and she sucks my tongue while it's out before inching closer until our lips touch and devours me in a kiss. I resign myself to being her prey, she smiles viciously and then abruptly stops. My body jolts at her with a drawl of touch. 

“Later my puppy. I don't want you to make a mess,” Haseul replies. I groan and get up trying to relax and take my mind off of her touch

Before I could walk off Haseul said, “No stay!” I returned to her as she commanded. She smiles. “I trained you so well. What a good boy.” Haseul says with her most proud and soothing tone.

“Sit” Haseul commands and I do. She revels in her power over me. I'm just so happy to see her happy. 

“So here is how it's going to go puppy. I am going to not touch you for the rest of the day but when we get off meet me at my apartment and we will finish what we started,” Haseul said seductively. I nod and she smiles. We get back to work and she says, “Good boy,” 

After I finish my “work” my mom has to stay late and leaves in the care of Haseul. Before I leave my mom gives me a rather large sum of won and says “Treat Haseul well tonight.” I nod and we drive off. I ride with Haseul and ask

“You hungry,” Haseul nods and we decide to head to a nearby restaurant. It's a pizza joint. We get in and I sit with Haseul. I'm nervous as this is a very different level type of intimacy that we haven't shared before. I swallow my nerves and go for the safest compliment I could think of. “Your glasses are great really show off how your eyes are dazzling,” I say. Haseul beams with a shy smile. “Oh, so that's the way to turn the tables,” I tease. Haseul narrows her eyes. 

“Careful pup. I can take you to heaven tonight or leave you in purgatory,” Haseul says bitingly. I smile 

“What so funny?” Haseul asks accusingly. 

“Haseul I'm not trying to do anything funny I just really like you and no it's not just because of all “claiming” you've done. You're witty, compassionate, and gorgeous. Plus you like all the dumb stuff I like. Why would I upset you,” I reply Haseul blushes intensely before our food arrives. We eat in relative silence but Haseul makes sure I'm full and hydrated. She reasons that she wants her puppy to be ready for his walk. We entered her apartment and she excused herself to her bedroom before calling for my help.

And now you're all caught up

“So my pretty Firebear, what would you like to do first,” I ask. Haseul smiles

“Ooh, I like that,” Haseul coos, and our lips meet. 

We break out first kiss and she smiles before pouncing on me. She rips open my pants and shirt before saying, “Be a good little puppy, and let me ride you,” 

 

Haseul takes me inside her and my mind goes blank. She’s so tight. I try to formulate words but she starts to grind her crotch against mine. She leans in closer and says, “Oh my little puppy isn't so little,” I moan at her expert control over my body. Her touch is delicate but powerful. I watch as she sets her hands down and uses me as a tool for her pleasure. 

“How is it,” I ask eagerly to see if I can grant her higher satisfaction Haseul moans out 

“Oh God Puppy you fill me up so well,” I smile seeing Haseul lose herself to the pleasure. Her folds are soft and giving but viciously tight causing the friction between us to become so intense that I can't help but moan out as my mind turns into further slurry. 

Watching me devolve seems to excite Haseul more as she gets tighter.

“Is my needy little puppy gonna cum,” she asks I groan and she laughs, “Come on puppy. Use your words.” 

Haggard, I rasped out (in English ), “fuck take me. claim me as yours!” Haseul smiled 

“Oh I like it when you lose control and your native tongue comes out,” she coos. My cock swells within her as her pussy tightens around me. 

“That's right my little dumb slut to be used and abused,” Haseul said before wrapping her hand around my throat my breathing hitched as the terror and pleasure mixed. I couldn't think straight and just fed into her degradation of me, 

“Yes, I'm your slutty puppy. I'm only good for my cock which doesn’t deserve to cum,” I watch as Haseul's eyes widen at my words. she smiles,

"Yes You're my puppy who only cums when I want him to and you've been such a good puppy," she says moaning as I can feel her near her release. "Now Puppy cum with me," Haseul says while moaning. I groan as her words and her pussy push me to release. we cum together and Haseul Smiles.

"Good puppy," she coos, as we pass out

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Jeongyeon looks smug as you plow her from behind, she knows she has the fattest ass around! Her hand grasps your balls tightly though, you're not allowed to cum until she does! Mhmm, you'll only get to breed Mommy's fertile cunt if you please her first, so fuck her nice and good!

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S14

Male Reader x Sohyun

Tags: Smut, Creampie, Public Sex-ish, Lowkey sex-texting, Plot-stuff

Masterlist / Mobile Masterlist

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Part 1 & Part 2

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A/N #1: This was suppose to be out earlier today but due to editing and unexpected stuff happening. Took longer than needed lol. Enjoy folks!

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The bed creeks to each slow thrust you deliver. Sohyun softly moans out, as she holds on tightly to your forearms. You grip her hips tighter as your hips pick up speed.

“Slow down…” Sohyun moans out, as her eyes shut.

Her head pushes back against the pillow. You watch as her tits bounce to each thrust you deliver. Sohyun mouths out a curse word. She stifles a moan, before covering her mouth. She opens her eyes, looking at you with her glossy eyes.

“Slow down… You want my parents to catch us.” Your hips come to a halt, as you're reminded of Sohyun’s parents sleeping just doors away.

“Sorry.” Sohyun smiles and bites her lower lip.

“Just keep going, I’m close.” You resume your thrusts slowly into Sohyun.

Her hands tighten their grip on your forearm again. Her eyes close shut, as she softly moans again.

“You… fuck. You close too oppa?”

“Yeah.” A blissful smile appears on her face.

“Good cum inside then.” Inside was an understatement with you wearing the rubber.

Then again, you understood why. It was a dangerous day for Sohyun.

“Oppa…” Her thumb nail digs into your skin.

You bite your lips, as the pain hits you but so does your impending orgasm.

Sohyun’s pussy contracts and pulsates around your shaft. With a buckle of her hips, your shaft feels the warmth of her juices coating the condom. You in turn, burst into the condom you wore. It capturing, spurt upon spurt of your cum, making sure it doesn’t reach Sohyun’s womb.

You take in a breath, as you ride out your orgasm. Sohyun does the same, letting go of your forearms.

Moments pass by before you finally slip out of Sohyun. You take off the condom containing your pool of semen. Tying it in a knot, you're ready to dispose of it.

“Let me see it.” Sohyun gets up from the bed and sits up, extending an arm out for the used condom.

You hand it to her. She takes it and examines it closely, seeing how much cum came out of you. She gives the condom a lick before chuckling.

“So much.” She raises her eyebrows at you before getting on all fours.

Grabbing your semi-erected shaft, she cleans you up quickly. With a pop, she finishes cleaning you off with one last lick and a kiss for the cherry on top. Sitting on her bed, she leans back against her bed frame in the nude. You watch, as she plays with the used condom, poking and squeezing it.

You let her have her fun and get dressed. Putting on your shoes, about to head out as usual,  Sohyun wraps her arms around you. She bites your ear, something she’s been doing as of late. You react as usual and pull your ear away from her teeth.

“Meet me in S14 tomorrow?” You unwarp Sohyun’s arms around you before shrugging her off.

“I don’t think so. Gotta study and take photos at tomorrow’s basketball game.” Sohyun pouts.

“Is it because I made you wear a condom?” You scoff at her question.

“No, it’s not that. It’s…” The lingering question hits you.

It’s one you’ve been thinking about for a while now. Ever since you met Sohyun, you never really understood the relationship you had with her. The two of you were friends, but were you really? Fuck buddies, seem more like the relationship the two of you had. But some of her behavior suggested otherwise at times. Holding hands, randomly back hugging you when you least expect it. The signal was mixed for you.

“I just can’t make it.” Sohyun grabs your hand, as you get up from the bed.

The hold she has on your hand was one of the many mixed signals. It’s not hard or intense like she was upset. It was a hold of intimacy and wanting you to wait. For her to plead her case for you to meet her in room S-14.

“I hope you know, I only made you wear it cause it was really dangerous today…” Sohyun pouts even more, as she gives you her best puppy eyes.

You let out a sigh.

“I’ll think about meeting you tomorrow.” A smirk forms on her face, as you take your leave.

Just as you do though, Sohyun tugs on two of your fingers. You jerk back to Sohyun. She purses her lips for a kiss. You roll your eyes at her. Another mixed signal for you. You don’t kiss her on the lips, instead you kiss her on the forehead.

“Goodnight.” She smiles happily.

“Goodnight, oppa.” 

Sohyun lets go of your fingers, allowing you to make your way to her window. You step out and onto the ladder, making your way down. Like usual, you hide the wooden ladder against the house and underneath the shrubs.

You sneakily enter your house like usual and head towards your bedroom. Quietly closing the door. You ready yourself for bed, as you quickly switch your clothes for your sleep attire. You look out the window, seeing Sohyun’s blinds closed and lights shut off. Your phone vibrates to life. You throw on your shirt seeing a message from Sohyun.

Don’t forget to meet me in S-14 tomorrow 🖤🤍🖤

You don’t respond to her, as a smirk appears on your face.

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The door creaks open, grabbing your attention. You see Sohyun peek in, as she makes sure it’s you who's in the room.

“You came!”

Sohyun adjusts her backpack over her shoulder before shutting the door and making her way to you. She gives you a hug, one that makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. One that doesn’t make you regret coming to the usual meet up spot.

“I’m glad you came but…” Sohyun’s words trail off.

You stare at her, waiting for her to finish her sentence. She doesn’t as she looks at you, analyzing you, to make sure what she says next doesn’t perhaps piss you off.

“Something came up. So I won’t be able to stay very long.” You're unfazed by her words.

You wished she would have just sent you a text, telling you about the change of plans but you don’t mind. You had to study anyway, along with needing to help your fellow classmate take photos.

“It’s fine. I told you yesterday, I had to study and take photos.” Sohyun nods before tightly wrapping her arms around yours.

You look at her, as she stares at your laptop. She analyzes what you're doing on the screen. From the laptop screen to you, her sudden gaze upon you, throws you off. It causes you to look back at the computer screen. A chuckle comes from her, as you feel one of her hands on your thighs.

“So where are you taking photos?” 

“I told you, basketball game.”

“Ah.” You feel the hot breath of air Sohyun lets out, it grazes your skin.

It makes you shudder, as your goosebumps come to life. Her hands travel from your thighs to your crotch. You let out a gasp, as her hands cup it. You look at Sohyun, as her tongue licks the top of her lips.

“I thought you had plans.” Sohyun smirks at your words.

“I do. It’s just…” Sohyun’s hand rubs against your crotch before finding your hardening shaft.

“I want to make it up to you before I leave. Besides…” Sohyun gets up.

Dropping her backpack on the floor, she strips her white button-up off. Dropping it on top of your laptop.

“I have a little time to kill.”

She straddles your lap, as your hands grab her ass and brings her towards you. The two of you lock lips immediately. Both your tongues clash against each other. The two of you moaning into each other’s mouth.

Sohyun wraps her arms around your neck tightly, as you fondle her ass. Her hips grind against your crotch, bringing your cock more and more to full mass.

The kiss between the two of you finally breaks. A wide smile forms on Sohyun’s face, as she adjusts her position on your lap. A hand on your shoulder, Sohyun gives you a more long and harsher grind.

“Aren’t you glad you decided to come?” Sohyun bites her lip, as her grinding on your shaft picks up.

A soft subtle moan comes from her, as her back and head arch back. Seemingly hitting a spot she loves, her grinding becomes faster than before.

You grab a hold of her ass and lift her up. A deep sounding yelp comes from her, as she clings on to you. You grab your covered laptop and whisk it to the side of the table. You hear some creaking and some minor plastic break. You hope for the best, that you didn’t damage your laptop to a point where you need a new one.

You set Sohyun on the table. She cups your face with both her hands, bringing you forward. The two of you lock lips again. A torrent kiss like before happens again.

You reach for Sohyun’s belt, undoing it. Mirroring your actions, Sohyun does the same. In your instance though, Sohyun has an easier time. Simply pulling the draw strings of your joggers, helps loosen your pants quickly.

Her hand reaches in, grabbing your hard cock. Her stroking motions are slow and harsh. You finally get her belt and pants undone. In contrast to Sohyun, you don’t reach into her pants. Instead, grabbing at the hem of her pants, you pull them off her.

Sohyun lets go of your cock, as you fully pull her pants off. You toss her pants to the side, as Sohyun kicks her shoes off. Leaning back on the table, Sohyun lifts her leg up together. With a lift of her ass, she peels off her plain-looking white underwear.

Off the ends of her toes, Sohyun twirls her panties on her finger. She spreads her leg wide for you, as her other hand comes down and rubs her clit. A few more twirls of her underwear and she tosses them at you. You catch it, tossing it to the same side her pants were.

You drop your pants and take out your cock. You jerk off to the sight of Sohyun pleasuring herself. Bring her fingers up, she gives them a wet lick before returning them to her pussy. She rubs it faster, biting her lip.

“You just going to jerk off and shoot your cum all over me? Or are you going to fuck me like usual?”

You let go of your cock as it stands on its own, pointing directly to Sohyun. You take a step to fetch the spare condom you usually bring with you. Grabbing your arm, Sohyun stops you. She pulls you closer to her. Grabbing your cock, she wraps both her hands around it stroking it.

“Fuck me raw, it’s safe.”

You grab her thighs, delivering soothing touches to them.

“That’s what you said last time and then -” Sohyun interrupts you before you can continue.

“Then pull out if you're that scared.”

“Tsk!” You grab on to Sohyun’s thighs and pull her forward.

She lets go of your cock and grips the back of her thighs. You line yourself up with Sohyun's opening. A few rubs against her slick pussy, gives off the wet sound you love. You bask in it like usually before finally pushing in.

“Fuck… Nothing beats raw sex.” Sohyun stares at you with eyes full of lust.

Sohyun was right. Nothing beats raw sex. Having a condom on, wasn’t bad. It just didn’t feel like this. Feeling Sohyun’s insides bare, feeling how warm it is, and every inch of her insides pulsating and contracting around your shaft, covered in her slick.

You don’t wait to fill Sohyun to the brim like usual. A certain amount of the way in already, you pull out until only the head of your cock remain. With a move of your hips, you thrust back into her.

Her head arches back slowly before it comes back to its original position. You pick up your speed, as you spear more and more into Sohyun’s pussy. A full thrust forward and you fully bury yourself inside of her.

Sohyun coos out to you, filling her up. You hold on her thighs, as you continue to slowly deliver small shallow thrusts into her. Sohyun on the other hand, now puts her free hands to use.

A simple pull of her crop top, reveals her simple white t-shirt bra. Unhooking the front, Sohyun moves them to the side. She cups her breasts for your viewing pleasure before pinching both her nipples.

You up your pace from your slow-shallow thrusts. A low grunting moan comes from Sohyun before it shifts to breathless moans. She lets go of both her tits and grabs her inner thighs. You watch as her plump breasts bounce in place with each thrust you give her. They look more divine, as they are pushed together by her arms. They entice you to push it to the next level, as you thrust away.

Sohyun shuts her eyes, as her head drops back. She grabs your left wrist tightly, as her moans fall silent. Instantly, Sohyun's head snaps back in place and lets out a cry of pleasure. One that can be certainly heard from the room nearby and outside the room.

Sohyun trembles in place. You feel her slick wash over your cock, as you keep it buried inside of her. Letting go of your wrist, Sohyun’s body falls flat on the table. Her chest heaving up and down, as she catches her breath.

You grab at her tits and slowly move your dick in and out of her. You only get a few thrusts in before Sohyun wraps her legs around your waist. She doesn’t remove your hands away, instead she looks at you with her glossy-post orgasm eyes.

“Give me a minute will you?” Sohyun purses her lips as you continue to deliver small-micro thrusts to her.

A moan and chuckle comes from Sohyun. She’s about to tell you to stop, when her phone chimes. Sohyun turns to her backpack on the ground. Removing your hands from her tits, and unwrapping her legs around your waist. She pushes you away from her.

You hold your dick in hand, as Sohyun rushes to her phone. You try to see who it was that contacted her, but with her back turned to you. You don’t see anything. A few clicks of her phone and the phone was dropped back in her bag.

Sohyun turns to you and approaches you. Wrapping her arms around your neck, she brings the two of you closer together.

“I gotta get going. How do you want me?” Your hands go to her waist, spinning her around.

A little guidance and push is all it takes for Sohyun to be near the table again. You lift one of her legs up on the table and push her body onto it. Sohyun adjusts her position on the table, as you line yourself up behind her. Brushing her hair to the side, Sohyun turns back to you, as you're about to enter inside her again.

“Remember, if you're too scared. You can pull out.” The raise of her brows are a mockery to you.

A tell, saying that you were a wuss due to last time pregnancy scare. A scare that happened a couple months ago, when her period was later than usual.

You slip yourself into Sohyun without hesitation. An act that takes her by surprise, as her head drops and a curse word echoes from her mouth.

Filling her to the brim, you grab on to her waist before retreating back with your cock. You don’t waste time on building up the pace anymore. Your hash with your initial thrust, before your third one picks up the speed. Your next thrust becomes the set pace of your thrusting. A pace that’s hard and fast. One that’s going to get you off, along with Sohyun.

Each thrust you deliver into Sohyun, make Sohyun moan out in pleasure as her tits bounce. The table, you were fucking Sohyun on creaks to each thrust you give. As it creaks, it moves ever so slightly as well. There was always a part of you, wondering if one day the two of you were going to break the table.

A cry of pleasure comes from Sohyun, as she grabs one of her ass cheeks. She turns and looks back at you before grabbing your wrist. You feel her insides tighten, and constrict around your cock. Her slick insides get to you, as each thrust rubs the glands of your cock against her warm insides.

“I’m going to cum again…” You grab onto Sohyun’s shoulder and lift her off the table.

Her body tenses up, as her moans spew out loudly. She isn’t worried one bit as to who can possibly hear her cries of ecstasy.

Your hands move from her shoulder to the side of her neck. You grip it, as one of her hands grips your hand out of reaction. You bring her head back to you, as both your eyes lock on to each other. Nonsensical words spew out of Sohyun, as her insides tighten even more. It all becomes too much for you and Sohyun.

In perfect unison, the two of you cum at the same time. Your cock is covered in her juices, as it spears to the deepest depths of Sohyun’s pussy. Spearing along the way to her womb, each spurt of your cum, paints the insides of Sohyun a creamy white color. Filling Sohyun to the brim, you feel the last of your cum empty into its final destination, her womb.

You let go of Sohyun’s neck and brace yourself on the table. Sohyun does her best to brace herself on the table as well. Her arms shake before they give out on her. You catch her before she crashes on the table. Lifting her up with you and still connected, she sits on your lap, as you sit on a chair behind you.

Sohyun lets out a weak chuckle before reaching back. She brings your head forward, the two of you sharing a tender loving kiss.

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You tie your drawstrings together, as Sohyun buckles her belt in place. With a fluff of her hair, she quickly grabs her bag about to head out. Before she does, she turns back to you.

“Anything on my face?” You shake your head to her.

She smiles at you.

“Tomorrow?” You let out a chuckle to her question.

“Well see.” Sohyun smirks at you before taking her leave.

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A photo was worth a thousand words.

You had to remind yourself of that quote again. You were fortunate enough to only have one side of the arena to worry about, while your classmate had the other. You see him, snap photos of the cheerleaders.

You don’t blame him for taking some shots. They always were excellent subjects for photos, especially one of the cheerleaders, Isa.

You focus back on your work, as you try to find fans passionate enough for a photo. As you look through your lens, you come to a halt. With a push of a button, your camera snaps the subject in front of your camera.

Removing the camera from your eyes. You look at the very stand you took the photo from. You look at the subject, making sure she was there. That you just didn’t imagine her. You glance down at your camera, seeing the subject closer.

You adored her beauty. Just like you did with Sohyun at the baseball game.

You lift your camera up, going for another shot. Just as you do, you freeze in place. You remove the camera and look with your own eyes.

You couldn’t believe it.

You look away and let out a chuckle before looking back at the stands. You weren’t just seeing stuff, it was real.

There she was, Park Sohyun with the subject of your interest.

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A/N: Hehehehe 😈

I should say, this story was quite difficult to write, especially trying to finish it. G-IDLE performance this weekend, plus LE SSERAFIM at Coachella didn’t help at all lol.

Truth be told, I didn't know when to release this fic and given, it’s Sohyun’s date of her being introduced as S14 (April 14th). Decided (today’s date) was the right day and got to writing it a week or two back.

Now to clear up some possible confusion, S14 is a study room within University grounds, in which OC and Sohyun have spent time together in. Whether it be studying or fucking, they’ve had many memories in there.

I hope you all enjoyed this one, especially for those who have been waiting for S14! Please look forward to the next one - ‘S15’.

-Closes Library Office-

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{Chuu x Male Reader} Howl

Chuu and Y/n had been having a lust-filled relationship since they met about 5 weeks ago online.

From their first date that ended with hot sex in his car, to fucking in the woods on his car again, to going at it in almost every imaginable place and position in his house, they had been like two horny teenagers every time they were together. But one thing they'd yet to do in all this time was actually sleep in the same bed together. With his full time job and Chuu's being a kpop idol, and her ex company going after her still, their schedules had never really aligned for them to actually spend the night together. And that really sucked for Chuu who often made the hour long trip to Y/n's..and then back home late at night, struggling to keep her eyes open during the day, exhausted after a hot night of sex and orgasms.

So, when Chuu had a night in her schedule that was going to work for a sleepover at Y/n's she asked him if he'd be up for it. He, of course, said yes and so the plan was set in motion.

The night before she was planning to spend the night, she texted Y/n, confirming: "Still down with a sleepover tomorrow? We can braid each other's hair and talk about boys we like" she teased, adding a laughing emoji.

He replied, "...Only if we can have pillow fights and facials." He sure was good with those double meanings.

The next day, she packed a bag with a few essentials: Cute little Halloween pajama shorts and tank top, sexy underwear, vibrator, massage oil, lube, and of course, toothbrush, deodorant and change of clothes.

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She arrived down to his place after dinner and they greeted each other with a long, wet kiss. She stood on her tip-toes reaching up to him, her hands on his hips, and letting out a little "mmmmm" as their kiss became deeper and more impassioned. His hands moved from the sides of her face down to her shoulders and he pushed off her jean jacket and it dropped to the floor. He then started pulling up on her shirt and they broke their kiss long enough to lift her shirt up and over her head and it fell to the floor too.

Now standing there in her lace bra and pants, she reached down to remove his shirt. Up and over his head it went and added to the pile of clothes on the floor. He began to push her pants down and she pulled them off the rest of the way and he did the same with his pants, removing his underwear too.

Completely undressed now, he sat down in a nearby living room chair and she crawled on top of him, straddling his legs. His cock was standing at attention and it was pressing into her pussy as she leaned forward, their lips embraced in deep, passionate kisses. With her hands pressed against his face and his hands on her sides, their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths. She paused the make out session to catch her breath, sitting up and arching her back so her breasts struck forward.

Still in her lacy black bra, he reached in and removed her right breast from the bra and began licking her nipple. She let out a moan in satisfaction as his tongue tickled her nipple and areola and he sucked her breast into his mouth. He grabbed the nipple tightly between his lips and pulled on it, sending a mixture of pain and pleasure through her at once. He then removed her left breast from the confines of her bra and did the same to that one.

He switched between little flickers of his tongue to broader strokes and sucking and pulling motions. She reached around, unclasped her bra and Y/n pulled it off the rest of the way. He then flicked his tongue quickly between each nipple. She was getting super wet and turned on and needed him in her now.

Unable to withstand feeling his rock hard cock pressing on her pussy instead of being inside her, she eased herself up off of his lap to stand. She turned away from him, with her ass pointed towards him and began slowly removing her thong. She bent forward as she stepped out of it and let it drop to the floor. She knew he'd love that little strip tease and ass show. And he did.

He leaned forward and gave her left ass cheek a little bite and then slapped it.

"Ooooh!" she said as a little sting was sent through her.

She turned to face him and straddled him again, slowly descending onto this dick, letting it fill her up inch by inch, until their bodies were pressed together tightly.

She let out a satisfied "Mmmmmmmm" as her warm, wet, velvety tunnel enveloped his cock.

She then started moving up and down slowly. She continued this slow, pulsating ride, the two of them moving in for kisses as their breaths would allow. With her hands resting on his shoulders and his hands on her sides, he assisted her in moving up and down on his dick. After riding him like this for a while, she began to speed up her motions, moving faster on his cock.

Her natural wetness provided plenty of lubrication as she rode him fast and hard. He moved his hands down from her side to grab hold of her ass, then gave her ass cheeks a hard slap with each hand.

"Oooh!" she cried out, the slight pain turning her on.

She knew how much he liked her ass, seeing it, slapping it, biting it, licking it...So, Chuu eased off of his cock and turned herself around on his lap to face away from him. He had a front row seat to her tight ass now. She slid back down onto his cock, his manhood filling her up again, and he let out a satisfied sigh as he took in the view.

As she began moving up and down on his cock, he held onto her sides, his thumbs and palms gripping her cheeks, and assisted her in riding up and down on him. She was slightly tilted forward, grasping onto his knees. Y/n then released one of his hands from her side, moistened his fingers in his mouth, and slid them down along her ass crack.

"Mmmm, that feels good," she said, responding to this sensation and then a louder "Aaaaahhhh" as he slipped one of his wet fingers into her asshole.

He entered her tight pussy, slowly at first, then as she continued her up and down movements on him, he began to thrust his finger a little harder and deeper into her hole. With her feet on the floor, Chuu adjusted herself to sit more upright and moved her right hand down to her pussy and began rubbing herself. She moved her left hand to squeeze his balls. The trifecta of pleasure for her was causing immense sensations to course through her body and she couldn't help but moan loudly as she neared an orgasm.

"Oh god, oh god, fuck, fuck!" were the only appropriate words for her feelings now and she yelled them out louder and louder until a climatic wave came speeding through her body.

Her whole lower body quivered and shook until she finally released and let out a very satisfied "Fuuuuuuuuuucccccccck."

She let out a huge sigh and he carefully removed his finger from her ass and she then eased off of him slowly.

"Holy shit, that was intense," she said to him, as she turned to face him again, still catching her breath. He smiled a big smile in return, always happy to satisfy her.

They got up, got some water, and then made their way over to the couch to chill out and watch some TV. Still naked, they snuggled up on the couch together and enjoyed the closeness of just being together. Y/n ran his fingertips along her smooth legs and up along her side, hoping to find a ticklish spot, but nothing she wasn't ticklish. Chuu knew just where to get Y/n and ran her fingers down his chest and then along his sides, until he gasped and tried to wriggle away.

She giggled a little at his ticklishness.

As they finished watching their show, Chuu let out a big yawn.

"Ready to head to bed?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah, sounds good," she said. "You wore me out," she added, with a smile.

"Let's go then," he said, getting up from the couch and giving her his hand as she got up.

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Chuu grabbed her bag and headed into his bedroom, unpacking her pajamas, toothbrush and the massage oil. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth while he did the same and then she headed back into his room.

When he followed into the room, she looked up at him and said "How about a massage first?"

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that," he replied.

She patted the bed, indicating for him to lie down next to her and he lay down on his stomach. She poured some of the massage oil into her hands, rubbed them together to warm it up and then began at his shoulders. Taking her time, she started with long sweeping motions with the palm of her hand down from his shoulders to the top of his ass. His body was firm and smooth and the oil was accentuating his muscles.

Then, working her way back up his back, she fanned out her hands, away from his spine, pressing and kneading his skin, with careful but firm pressure. With her thumb and fingertips, she squeezed his shoulders, helping to release the tension he held there. She added more oil to her hands and worked down his strong arms to his fingers and then back up to his shoulders and neck. She leaned forward and kissed his right ear, tickling it with her tongue, and sent her warm breath into it, sending little shivers of pleasure through his body.

She then moved down his back again and to his firm butt, massaging and gripping it with her entire hand, before moving in long, fluid strokes down the length of his legs to his feet. With his body well oiled now, she pressed her chest into his back, rubbing her breasts over him, moving her body up and down along his back, ever so slowly. He let out a sigh and a low moan as he savored the feeling of their oiled bodies gliding together.

"Does that feel good?" she asked in a whisper-like voice.

"Mmmm Hmmm," he replied with a gentle nod of his head. He slowly turned over, and they met for a kiss and then he said "My turn to give one to you."

Never one to turn down a massage, Chuu gladly accepted and lay herself down on the bed on her stomach. He oiled up his hands and began moving them up and down her back in long strokes. Sometimes with his whole hand, sometimes with his fingers. He kneaded at the knots in her neck and shoulders and then worked his strong hands down her arms and to her hands.

One at a time, he took each hand in his and gently massaged circles in her palm, moving across the entire surface of her hand.

"Damn. He's really good at this," she thought to herself. She let out a sigh, as he released pain and tension that she didn't even know she had in her body.

He then reapplied more oil to his hands and began moving down her ass and legs. He caressed and squeezed each leg carefully, massaging away the tightness in her quads and hamstrings. Then, with his hand turned sideways like a blade, he moved his oiled hand up her ass crack and it felt amazingly good. He slid it up and back, up and back, before taking his oiled fingers southward, sliding across her asshole, over her pussy and up her lips to her clit.

He slid his hand up and back a few times and then teasingly finger fucked her a little bit before releasing his finger and sliding his chest up along her body, bringing his head next to hers.

"Thank you. That was really nice," she said to him. Relaxed from their massages, they lay next to each other in silence, looking at one another and smiling, exchanging small, delicate kisses.

"Mind if I take a quick shower?" she asked, feeling a bit too oily for bed.

"Of course not. I'll join you," he replied.

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They headed to the bathroom and took a quick shower, taking turns soaping each other up. With their wet, sudsy bodies pressed together, they reached their lips together, hands sliding all over each other while the warm waters flowed over them, rinsing away the oil and soap. After feeling well rinsed, they toweled off and headed back into the bedroom.

Chuu pulled on her tiny little pajama shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks and a thin-strapped tank top and crawled into bed. Y/n didn't put on any pajamas.

"I get really warm at night, so hope you don't mind that I sleep naked," he told Chuu.

She chuckled and smiled at him, "Of course not."

He slid under the covers and pulled her next to him, spooning her from behind. With his naked body pressed up against hers and his muscular arm across her chest, she reached her hand to rest under his, their fingers entwined. She turned her head back to face him; they whispered a good night to each other and shared a kiss before she turned back around and closed her eyes. Happy to not have to be driving home late at night, she felt totally comfortable in his embrace and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Maybe thirty minutes or an hour or two later, she really had no idea how long she'd been asleep, Chuu was awoken to Y/n pulling her pajama shorts to the side and gliding his very erect cock into her. She smiled to herself, enjoying this late night wake-up call and loved that he had just pushed aside her shorts and helped himself to her pussy. Without a word spoken between them, she pushed her hips back towards him, accepting his cock into her warm, wet pussy. With his right arm over top of her, he held her tight, and pulled her close to him with every push.

Her legs were bent and held tight together, creating even more squeeze on his cock. They slowly spoon fucked for a few minutes, gently and quietly, save for a few quiet moans from Chuu.

They continued their slow, rhythmic movements together until Y/n released from her, rolled her onto her back and pulled her pajama shorts off. He knelt in between her legs and eased his throbbing dick into her. He moved slowly at first, almost pulling out entirely then gliding back in.

She let out a satisfied "ahhhhh" every time the head of his cock met her entrance.

He then started pumping his cock hard and fast and her quiet moans increased in volume. She was fully awake now! In the darkness of the room, they could just barely see one another, but she looked up at him, biting her lip and delighting in this middle-of-the-night fuck. With regained energy, she began moving her hips, matching her thrusts to his. His balls were slapping against her with every push into her wetness.

Y/n then leaned his body down onto hers, pressing his weight into her. She wrapped her arms around his body, her nails gripping into his back. She then pulled her legs from outside of his to in between his legs and crossed her feet, creating a super tight squeeze on his cock. He moved his pelvis in small circles and then in back and forth grinds.

The pleasure on her pussy was building. She then clenched all of the muscles from her pelvic floor down to her calves. All this tightening of her body was sure to bring her to an orgasm.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she called out to him as she could feel a climax approaching.

He continued rotating his hips, grinding into her pussy, and then an orgasm crashed through her body, her whole body releasing and trembling.

She let out a very satisfied "fuuuccckkk" as ripples trembled through her.

She squeezed his cock with her pussy, sending more waves through her body and then he pulled out of her slowly, sending another ripple through her body as he exited.

After giving her a minute to catch her breath, Y/n motioned for her to turn on to her stomach and she flipped over. He entered her pussy from behind.

She let out an "oooooh" as her body was still highly sensitive to his touch from her orgasm.

He then started thrusting hard and fast into her as she clenched her ass and raised her hips slightly to meet him.

He pounded away furiously and she let out a series of "oh gods" and "fucks."

He picked up intensity and she knew he was close to release and then with a heavy exhalation, he shot his warm cum into her pussy, filling her up. She squeezed his cock, milking it for every last drop. He squeezed back in response before pulling out, releasing a pool of his warm fluid onto the sheets below. He sat back and let out a very contented sigh and she turned to look towards him and chuckled happily.

He got a towel and they cleaned up and then collapsed back into bed, snuggled under the covers in the darkness. They turned towards one another, locking lips for one final time for the night and then fell fast asleep, worn out from the activity...and the orgasms.

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At 5am, sunlight came glaring through Y/n's bedroom windows even with the blinds closed. Chuu was an early riser, but not this early! Y/n was still fast asleep, snoring ever so lightly. She eased herself out of bed to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and then crawled back into bed, trying not to wake him.

She tried her best to fall back asleep, but after laying there awake for a while, she got fidgety. Y/n was laying on his stomach, so she began moving her hands very gently down Y/n's naked body. Moving down from his shoulders, down his back, to his ass and then gliding them lightly back up again. Then down and up his arms, over his shoulders, and then back down his back and to his ass.

She gave his butt a gentle squeeze. As her fingertips slid along his body, he didn't even stir. This wasn't waking him up. So, she moved to plan b.

She leaned down and began licking his ear with her tongue. She licked his earlobe, gave it a gentle little nibble, and then darted her tongue into his ear. He started to stir now and so she thrust her tongue into his ear again, letting her warm breath fall heavily into his ear. With that wonderful sensation awakening him, he eased over onto his back towards her and slowly began to flutter his eyes open.

He wasn't fully awake, so she continued running her fingers down his body, this time along his arms, then down to his abs and thighs, coming back up along his body. Her fingers found his cock and began running along it very lightly with barely any pressure. It began to stir awake and she could feel it hardening with each touch of her fingers.

Her hands continued their rub down over his body and then back down to his now fully hard cock. She pushed the covers and sheets aside and made her way down to between his legs. She lowered her mouth to his dick and began licking it lightly. She released moisture from her mouth, letting it drip down his shaft, before she encircled her lips around him.

With her tongue pressed on the underside of his dick , she began moving her mouth up and down, tightening her hold as she reached the head. Every few times, she'd pause at the head and tickle it with her tongue, making sure to get to the underside and the sensitive frenulum. Then lips fully tight around him, she made her way up and down again. Fully lubricated with her moisture, she brought her left hand to his shaft and began moving it up and down in motion with her lips.

She twisted her wrist with each upward motion adding even more pleasure to her handjob. With her right hand, she began to squeeze and caress his balls, then moved her thumb down to his perineum and applied pressure there. With that added pressure, she could feel him tense up and heard him take a sharp inhalation. She knew he was going to burst soon.

She kept up her motions on his cock, increasing in speed and intensity, squeezing hard with her lips. He took another deep breath in, then let out a gasp, and her mouth was filling with cum. She continued moving her lips up and down his shaft as he spurt his salty goodness into her mouth. After a few more short spurts, she released her mouth and swallowed his warm fluid.

Some semen dripped down his shaft and she leaned back down and licked it up, moving her tongue from the base up to the head.

"Mmmmm," she said as she released her mouth from his cock and made her way up to lie down next to him.

"Good morning," she whispered to him.

"I just had the best dream ever," he jokingly said to her as he fluttered his eyes open and smiled at her.

She chuckled, happy to finally be waking up next to him.

[mcbeam]

Yandere Mina?

COLD SKIN

Yandere Mina X Male Reader

The warmth of her touch on his cheek sent a jolt through Y/n. It was a searing contrast to the coldness that usually emanated from her, a coldness that mirrored the sterile perfection of her office. Mina, the CEO of Diamond Star Entertainment, a woman as beautiful as a sculpted marble statue and just as unforgiving, was a terrifying enigma.

Today, however, the enigma seemed to crack. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating as a hawk's, were red-rimmed and puffy. There was a crumpled tissue on her pristine desk, a silent testament to tears shed. Y/n knew better than to ask. Curiosity was a luxury not afforded to those under Mina's ruthless reign. He remembered the new intern, the one with bright eyes and a hopeful smile, reduced to a sobbing mess in front of the entire company for daring to challenge a marketing strategy.

But today, when Mina finally looked up at him, there was a vulnerability in her gaze that sent a tremor of unease through him. "Y/n," she croaked, her voice devoid of its usual icy authority. "Close the door."

Confused, Y/n obeyed. As the door clicked shut, a dam of emotions seemed to break within Mina. The carefully cultivated image of the iron-fisted CEO crumbled. Tears welled up in her eyes again, spilling over like a cascade. For the first time in years, Mina allowed herself to be vulnerable, a pathetic mess in front of a man who had only ever been on the receiving end of her disdain.

Y/n surprised her then. He pulled her into a hesitant embrace, the familiar scent of his cologne strangely comforting. He didn't speak, didn't judge. He simply placed a hand on hers, the warmth a stark contrast to her icy touch. The tears streamed down her face, hot and furious. This wasn't anger, though; it was a despair so raw it scraped against his soul.

In that moment, a seed took root in Mina's mind, a twisted, possessive vine that would soon choke out all other emotions. The man who had seen her vulnerability, who had offered a moment of solace, couldn't be allowed to leave her sight. He was hers, her one solace in a world that had betrayed her.

Days turned into weeks, the memory of that vulnerability lingering in the air between them. Mina remained outwardly composed, the CEO mask back in place. But around Y/n, a subtle shift occurred. Her touches lingered a beat longer, her eyes held a warmth that sent a shiver down his spine, a warmth that felt dangerously like a warning.

Then, Y/n brought lunch for her. It was a simple gesture, a ham and cheese sandwich from the nearby bakery. Yet, to Mina, it was a declaration. A sign that she was more than just an employee.

As she took a bite, the sweet and savory flavors somehow lost their appeal. The only thing she could taste was the possessiveness blooming in her chest, a dark vine constricting around her heart. She watched Y/n across the desk, his brow furrowed slightly, a crease she found oddly endearing.

Suddenly, a new girl in the office, bubbly and flirtatious, sidled up to him, batting her eyelashes. A cold fury flooded Mina. The sandwich turned to sand in her mouth. She wanted to scream, to rip the girl's perfectly painted smile off her face.

With a voice dripping with ice, Mina called the girl into her office. The humiliation that followed was swift and brutal. The girl fled the building in tears, her dreams of stardom shattered by a woman who could destroy careers with a single word.

Y/n, pale and shaken, stormed into Mina's office. "What did you do?" he demanded, his voice trembling with anger.

Mina met his gaze, her eyes devoid of remorse. "She was bothering you," she said simply.

"That's not your call to make!" he yelled, his voice cracking. Fear, a chilling new sensation, warred with the strange protectiveness blooming in his chest. It was a bizarre combination, this fear and possessiveness, a cocktail that left him both terrified and strangely drawn.

Mina stood up, her cold skin brushing against his as she leaned in. Her lips, usually painted a vibrant red, were pale and bloodless. "But you're mine, aren't you, Y/n?" she whispered, her voice husky with possessiveness.

Y/n's breath hitched. The fear intensified, but then there was something else, something hot and primal sparked by the way she looked at him.

"No," he breathed, but the word lacked conviction.

Mina smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Uhm... Didn't you mean Yes," she countered, her voice a silken caress. "You saved me when I was broken. Now......we'll save each other. Forever."

The words hung heavy in the air, laced with an unspoken threat disguised as a promise. Y/n felt trapped, caught in the web of her twisted affection. Fear flickered in his eyes, but Mina mistook it for something more, her pale lips curving into a triumphant smile.

In the following weeks, the lines between affection and obsession blurred. Mina showered him with lavish gifts – a new car, a luxurious apartment in a building she owned. He protested, but his resistance was met with icy glares and veiled threats.

One evening, he found her waiting in his new apartment, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Her usual immaculate attire was replaced by a flimsy silk robe, barely concealing the white expanse of her skin. The air crackled with unspoken desire, an intoxicating mixture of fear and forbidden longing.

Mina moved towards him, her perfume heavy in the air. "You'll get used to it," she whispered, her voice husky. "This… Us." She traced a finger down his chest, sending shivers cascading down his spine.

He wanted to run, but his feet seemed rooted to the spot. The fear that had been simmering within him now boiled over. "Mina, this isn't right. You're my boss!"

She tilted her head, her smile turning icy. "And you're mine," she purred, her voice a chilling counterpoint to the warmth of her touch. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Don't you ever forget that."

Desire warred with fear within him. The woman he once feared was now a terrifying enigma, a beautiful viper offering a poisoned kiss. As she leaned in further, he tasted the desperation in her embrace, the cold skin a stark contrast to the heat burning in her eyes.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced – the tear-stained face behind the CEO mask, the raw vulnerability. It sparked a flicker of something akin to pity within him, a dangerous emotion that fueled his decision.

He gently pushed her away, his voice firm. "Mina, you need help. Real help."

The fury in her eyes was terrifying, a storm brewing beneath the surface. But before she could unleash it, his phone buzzed – a work emergency. Relief washed over him, a lifeline thrown in the midst of a brewing storm.

"Later," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Get some rest."

He escaped back into the night, leaving Mina alone in his apartment, the silence broken only by her ragged breaths. As he drove away, a cold dread gripped his heart. He knew he couldn't keep playing this dangerous game. He had to find a way out, or risk becoming another victim of her twisted affection.

The following days were a tense dance. Mina was outwardly calm, the CEO mask back in place. Yet, Y/n felt her watchful gaze constantly on him, a suffocating presence that made his skin crawl. He started making arrangements in secret, searching for a way to escape her clutches.

One evening, as he was leaving the office, a package arrived for him. Inside, nestled in velvet, lay a silver locket. It contained a picture of him, taken without his knowledge, his face plastered with a terrifying smile. A single word was engraved on the locket: ‘Forever.’

Mina was watching him from her office window, a chilling smile playing on her lips. Her obsession with him had morphed into a terrifying possessiveness, a love story written in a script far darker than any K-Pop fantasy. Y/n, trapped in the web she had spun, knew one thing for sure – the battle for his freedom had only just begun.

Y/n stared at the diamond-encrusted wedding band, a heavy weight on his ring finger. The ceremony had been a spectacle, a lavish display of Mina's power and his supposed devotion. Every detail screamed 'ownership,' from the invasive paparazzi drones to the guest list consisting solely of his distant relatives, flown in and out as quickly as puppets on a string.

The honeymoon wasn't a trip to the Maldives, but a permanent relocation to a secluded mansion on a private island. Escape felt like a fever dream – every attempt choked by Mina's vast network of eyes and ears. His phone calls were monitored, his internet access restricted. Even his old apartment stood empty, stripped of all his belongings except the chilling locket that had become a constant reminder of his captivity.

The first night in their opulent bedroom, Mina stood before him, the moonlight reflecting off her silk nightie. The playful coyness was gone, replaced by a steely determination.

"Now," she purred, her voice devoid of warmth, "we begin our Future."

Resistance was futile. Mina had taken away everything that mattered – his career, his freedom, and now, his very agency. Over time, a sense of numb compliance settled over him. He attended business meetings as her trophy husband, his voice reduced to a mere echo beside hers. He learned to navigate the gilded cage, a hollow shell of the man he once was.

Years blurred into a monotonous routine. Mina meticulously planned their lives, their schedules revolving around fertility treatments and doctor appointments. The birth of their first child was another grandiose event, a carefully choreographed media spectacle. More followed, children with large, curious eyes that mirrored Mina's chilling possessiveness.

One evening, as he tucked their youngest daughter into bed, he saw a flash of defiance in her eyes. A flicker of the same spirit that had once resided within him.

"Don't worry," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'll try."

It was a promise, a vow to break the cycle before it consumed his children as it had him. He knew his chances were slim, but in that moment, amidst the gilded bars of his cage, a tiny spark of hope flickered to life.

[mcbeam]

yandere ex wife chaewon??

REMEMBRANCE.

YANDERE EX WIFE CHAEWON X MALE READER

The deafening roar of the crowd was Chaewon's prison. Her smile, practiced to perfection, felt like a cruel mask as she belted out the final note. Success, the very thing she craved, tasted like ash in her mouth. All she could see was Lee Y/n, her ex-husband, his face a ghost in the sea of adoring fans. Memories, sharp and painful, flooded back – their cramped apartment, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the whispered promises of forever drowned out by the siren song of fame.

"Y/n," she breathed into the microphone, her voice barely audible over the music. A silent plea lost in the frenzy.

Regret, a venomous serpent, coiled around her heart. She'd chosen this – the screaming fans, the luxurious life, the constant pressure to be perfect. But the emptiness that gnawed at her soul was a far crueler price than she'd anticipated.

The news that Y/n was dating someone new was the final blow. Jealousy, a primal scream, ripped through her. How dare he move on? He was supposed to be pining for her, waiting for her inevitable return. The carefully constructed idol persona began to crack, revealing the terrifying truth – Chaewon was obsessed.

Her days became a twisted game of cat and mouse. She used her fame and connections to dig into Y/n's life, a stalker in designer clothing. His new girlfriend's social media became her nightly haunt, each picture a fresh wound.

One rainy night, she found him. Y/n, oblivious to the approaching storm, was walking his dog under a flimsy umbrella. A cruel smile twisted Chaewon's lips. This wouldn't be a dramatic confrontation; it would be a slow, agonizing game.

Her car screeched to a halt beside him. Y/n looked up, startled, his eyes widening in recognition.

"Chaewon?"

"Get in," she commanded, her voice cold.

He hesitated, then climbed in, the damp air clinging to him. The car became a pressure cooker, the silence thick with unspoken emotions.

"You seem happy," Chaewon finally said, her voice dripping with venom.

Y/n shrugged, a strained smile playing on his lips. "I am."

"But you miss me," she insisted, her eyes blazing.

He chuckled, a humorless sound. "Move on, Chaewon. This isn't healthy."

His words were a slap, a harsh reminder of the reality she'd tried to ignore. But defiance, a twisted echo of their past love, flared within her.

"No," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. "You're mine, Y/n. You always will be."

The car lurched forward, the rain drumming a frantic rhythm against the windshield. Y/n's smile faltered, replaced by a dawning fear. He finally saw the monster lurking beneath the idol's facade, a monster fueled by a twisted love and a burning desire for possession.

This wasn't the Chaewon he knew. This was a terrifying stranger, and he was trapped, hurtling towards a future he couldn't control. The once familiar scent of her perfume now reeked of obsession, sending shivers down his spine.

As Chaewon sped through the night, a manic glint in her eyes, Y/n knew this wasn't just about winning him back. It was about punishment, about claiming him as a trophy, even if it meant breaking him in the process. The line between love and madness had blurred, and Y/n was caught in the chilling crossfire.

The mansion, once a symbol of Chaewon's success, now felt like a gilded cage. Y/n was a prisoner, not in chains, but in the suffocating hold of her obsession. The opulent room, with its velvet drapes and crystal chandelier, was a constant reminder of the life he'd left behind.

Chaewon was a whirlwind of contradictions. One moment, she'd be a vision of breathtaking beauty, her voice a siren song whispering promises of a life together. The next, her eyes would turn ice-cold, the smile on her lips a cruel parody of their past happiness.

"Isn't this lovely, Y/n?" she cooed, her hand trailing down his arm, sending shivers down his spine. "Just the two of us, like old times."

Y/n forced a smile, the taste of ash in his mouth. "It's… different."

"Different how?" she pressed, her voice a razorblade.

"Just… I don't know..." he stammered, hating the tremor in his voice.

A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, replaced by a cruel smile. "Oh, you'll get used to it. You still got plenty of space for new memories."

The days blurred into a monotonous nightmare. Chaewon showered him with affection, laced with a suffocating intensity. She'd play his favorite songs, cook him gourmet meals, but it all felt like a twisted performance. One wrong glance, one perceived slight, and her mood would shift like a desert storm.

She'd hold his phone just out of reach, a cruel reminder of his severed connection to the outside world. Every night, she'd curl up against him, her warmth a twisted comfort. Sleep came in stolen moments, haunted by nightmares of pleading faces – his ex-girlfriend's, his friends', his fading sanity.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Chaewon returned home, a bottle of champagne in one hand and a manic glint in her eyes.

"We're celebrating," she declared, popping the cork with a flourish.

"Celebrating what?" Y/n asked, his voice devoid of hope.

"Your surrender," she purred, her eyes gleaming with a psychotic joy. "You see, Y/n, you can't escape me. This is our future."

The alcohol burned a welcome fire down his throat, numbing the fear gnawing at him. He looked at Chaewon, at the woman he barely recognized, and a morbid acceptance settled in. Maybe fighting was futile. Maybe this gilded cage was all he had left.

He raised his glass, a hollow echo of a toast. "To us," he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, he saw a flicker of something familiar in Chaewon's gaze - a hint of the girl he'd loved, twisted by ambition and a possessiveness so strong it bordered on madness. He took a long drink, the champagne fizzing on his tongue like a bitter laugh.

Y/n wasn't sure if he was accepting his fate or simply succumbing to the manipulation. He knew a future with Chaewon wouldn't be filled with sunshine and rainbows. It would be a constant dance between love and obsession, a gilded cage where his freedom was bartered for a twisted semblance of affection.

But maybe, just maybe, a flicker of the real Chaewon still existed somewhere beneath the darkness. Maybe, in time, he could reach her, bring her back from the brink. It was a slim hope, but in the suffocating silence of the gilded cage, it was all he had left. But I guess we'll never know.

[mcbeam]

Yandere Yunjin who becomes an idol to be closer to you, her idol crush?

Her Idol Crush

YANDERE YUNJIN X MALE READER

The fluorescent lights of the practice room buzzed overhead, mimicking the nervous energy vibrating within eighteen-year-old Y/n. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he stumbled through the choreography, his youthful limbs already struggling under the weight of pop stardom. A melodic voice, laced with a hint of practiced sweetness, cut through the monotonous rhythm of the metronome. Yunjin stood in the doorway, her presence commanding even in the dim light. Two years his senior, there was a maturity about her that Y/n, fresh-faced and overwhelmed by his meteoric rise, found strangely comforting.

"Wow, Y/n-ssi," she enthused, her voice a cascade of melodic Korean. "You're incredible! That control, that intensity… you'll be a superstar, mark my words!"

Y/n, surprised but flattered, offered a shy smile. He couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him at her praise. Yunjin was a force of nature – talented, ambitious, with a smile that could melt glaciers. He soon learned she harbored a secret dream of debuting alongside him, a dream fueled by an unspoken adoration that burned in her eyes.

Years flew by in a blur of rehearsals, debuts, and promotional tours. Yunjin, true to her word, became a force to be reckoned with. Their paths crossed often, fueled by interviews, awards shows, and that ever-present buzz of "are they or aren't they?" surrounding their close friendship.

But beneath the veneer of playful banter and late-night studio sessions, a darkness festered in Yunjin's heart. One afternoon, during a routine fan signing, a group of girls, their eyes glazed with hero worship, fawned over Y/n. Yunjin, who had been observing from a distance, materialized beside him like a phantom. Her smile, once warm, was now laced with a chilling possessiveness. With a single, swift motion, she knocked a phone from a fan's grasp, the screen shattering on the floor.

"Y/n-ssi," she purred, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness, "these fans can be a bit overwhelming, wouldn't you agree?"

Y/n, witnessing the sudden shift in her demeanor, felt a shiver crawl down his spine. He stammered an apology, but the incident wouldn't leave him. It was a subtle crack in the facade of their friendship, a glimpse of something darker lurking beneath.

He tried distancing himself, subtly declining her invitations for late-night outings and studio sessions. But Yunjin's grip tightened. His schedule, once filled with variety, became an endless loop of Yunjin-related promotions. Interviews focused on their "unbreakable bond," photoshoots oozed with manufactured intimacy. He was trapped in a gilded cage, the bars forged from fabricated affection.

One dreary evening, after a particularly draining joint concert, Yunjin summoned him to her opulent apartment. Gone were the playful smiles and teasing jabs; a cold stillness hung heavy in the air.

"Y/n-ssi," she began, her voice devoid of its usual vibrancy, "do you truly believe we're just friends?"

A knot of dread formed in Y/n's stomach. "Noona," he stammered, using the respectful Korean term for an older female friend, "we've always been close…"

She leaned forward, her eyes burning with an unsettling intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "Closeness can morph into something more, wouldn't you agree? Something deeper, something… closer?"

Fear, cold and primal, flooded Y/n. He stumbled back, desperate for an escape. But the only exit was blocked by the imposing figure of a bodyguard, a silent testament to Yunjin's growing power and control.

"Don't worry, darling," she cooed, a terrifying glint in her eyes. "We'll have all the time in the world to explore the depths of our… connection. After all, you're mine now, Y/n-ssi, and no one, not even those pathetic fangirls, will ever take you away."

Yunjin's once radiant smile stretched into a grotesque parody of affection. Y/n, trapped in the web of her twisted obsession, could only see a horrifying truth – the idol worshipped by millions was a monster in disguise, and his dream had become a chilling nightmare.

The following days were a chilling ballet of manipulation and control. Yunjin's possessiveness morphed into something far more sinister. His phone calls were monitored, his friendships sabotaged with thinly veiled threats, his online presence scrubbed clean of anything that didn't involve her. The vibrant world he once knew shrunk to the suffocating confines of her opulent apartment, a gilded cage decorated with his misery.

One evening, he stumbled upon a hidden room – a shrine dedicated to him. Walls were plastered with magazine clippings, fan art, and childhood photos, a disturbing collection of his life meticulously curated by his captor. In the center of the room, a life-sized mannequin stood frozen in a pose mimicking his signature dance move.

"Noona," Y/n choked out, his voice ragged with newfound terror. "What… what is this?"

Yunjin materialized behind him, her smile like a shark's bared teeth. "Just a little reminder, darling," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling possessiveness. "You belong to me now. Every part of you."

The air grew thick with a suffocating desperation. Y/n tried to reason with her, to plead for his freedom, but his words hit a wall of cold indifference. He was a prized possession, not a human being.

Days blurred into weeks. Sleep became a luxury, replaced by endless dance practices, exhausting interviews, and photoshoots where every touch, every glance, was meticulously choreographed to fuel the fabricated narrative of their "unbreakable bond."

During a particularly grueling photoshoot, Y/n caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror – a hollow shell with haunted eyes. Despair gnawed at him, but a flicker of defiance sparked within him. He wouldn't let her break him. He had to find a way out, even if it meant playing her game.

"Noona," he began, forcing a smile that felt foreign on his face. "Do you think we could get some bubble tea after this? My favorite kind, with the extra tapioca pearls?"

Yunjin's eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second, a flicker of suspicion crossing her face. But then, her smile returned, even wider than before.

"Of course, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with a sickening sweetness. "Anything for you."

Y/n knew this was a gamble. But it was his only shot. He had to earn her trust, even a sliver of it, to find a way to escape. The taste of freedom might be just a bubble tea away, a bittersweet concoction in this twisted fairy tale.

The weeks that followed were a tightrope walk. Yunjin lapped up Y/n's newfound affection, her possessiveness morphing into a suffocating clinginess. Every bubble tea date was meticulously monitored, their conversations peppered with thinly veiled threats disguised as playful jabs. Yet, Y/n persevered, his forced smiles becoming a little less strained, his compliments a little more genuine. He learned her triggers – a mention of a female idol colleague, a longing glance at his phone – and navigated them with practiced ease.

One evening, as they sipped bubble tea in her opulent apartment, Yunjin leaned in, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity. "You seem… happier lately, Y/n-ssi."

"Just happy to be spending more time with you, Noona," he replied, his voice carefully neutral.

A satisfied smile spread across her face. "Good. Because you're mine, remember? And happy idols make for successful idols."

Y/n's stomach churned, but he forced a chuckle. "Always thinking ahead, Noona. You're a genius."

Her grip on him tightened, both figuratively and literally as her hand snaked around his, the hold far too strong to be casual. "Speaking of success," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "your agency… they're struggling to handle you and me, aren't they?"

He swallowed, a bead of sweat forming on his temple. Rumors of their "unhealthy attachment" were swirling, and his agency was at a loss. "There have been some… concerns," he admitted cautiously.

"Concerns they can't afford," Yunjin purred, her eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "Don't worry, darling. I have a solution."

The following weeks were a whirlwind of hushed meetings, veiled threats, and power plays. Yunjin, with her meteoric rise and bottomless pockets, strong-armed Y/n's agency into submission. News outlets buzzed with the shocking acquisition – Yunjin's solo agency now owned a controlling stake in Y/n's. It was a hostile takeover disguised as a strategic partnership.

Y/n, trapped in a gilded cage of his own making, watched as his career became an extension of hers. Every song, every performance, was meticulously crafted to solidify their manufactured romance. The fans ate it up, their screams a deafening chorus of approval. The line between reality and fabrication blurred until it ceased to exist.

One evening, after a particularly draining promotional tour, Yunjin found Y/n slumped on the balcony of their penthouse suite, gazing at the glittering cityscape below. The forced cheerfulness had finally cracked, replaced by a deep-seated weariness.

"Missing your old life, darling?" she asked, her voice laced with a hint of amusement.

Y/n turned, a flicker of defiance momentarily lighting up his eyes. "Sometimes," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "But you won, Noona. You have everything you ever wanted."

Yunjin walked towards him, her smile soft for the first time in weeks. She cupped his face, her touch surprisingly gentle. "Almost everything," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "But I can have that too, can't I?"

Y/n stared into her eyes, a storm of emotions swirling within him – fear, resentment, a twisted sense of gratitude. He was a prisoner, a pawn in her elaborate game, yet there was a strange comfort in the suffocating embrace of her obsession.

A soft sigh escaped his lips. "Maybe," he conceded, defeat lacing his voice.

Yunjin's smile widened, triumphant and terrifying. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice a chilling caress. "Because from now on, Y/n-ssi, we're not just idols… we're a lover."

The city lights twinkled below, oblivious to the chilling truth unfolding behind the opulent facade. Yunjin had won, not just control over Y/n's career, but his very soul. And as he surrendered to the darkness in her eyes, Y/n couldn't help but wonder if this twisted fairy tale had a happily ever after, or just an eternity of gilded captivity.

[mcbeam]

Yandere Winter...arrange marriage?

The Arranged Marriage

YANDERE WINTER X MALE READER

Winter glared at the ornate wedding invitation, the embossed gold lettering mocking her. "An arranged marriage?" she spat, tossing the card across the room where it landed with a soft thud on a pile of discarded designs. The rejection felt good, a defiant roar against the archaic traditions her family clung to. Winter was a supernova in the K-pop galaxy, her name synonymous with electrifying dance routines and chart-topping hits. Marrying some faceless nobody chosen by dusty family pacts was laughable. There was no time for love, not when she was on a relentless climb to the very pinnacle of K-pop stardom.

"Winter, darling," her manager, Min-seo, a woman whose steely gaze could rival Winter's own, sighed, picking up the discarded invitation. "Your family is serious. They've even chosen a candidate."

"Let me guess," Winter scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Some chaebol heir with a nose for publicity?"

Min-seo shook her head, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Someone more… unexpected. Apparently, his family owns a chain of bakeries across the country."

"A baker?" Winter snorted. "Seriously? What's next, are you going to set me up with a street performer?"

"Stranger things have happened, my dear," Min-seo countered with a sly smile.

Days bled into weeks, a whirlwind of rehearsals, interviews, and promotional appearances. But beneath the carefully constructed facade of the K-pop machine, a gnawing unease began to fester. A dull ache in her side, dismissed as exhaustion at first, intensified into a searing pain that stole her breath away mid-performance. The stage, once her throne, became a torture chamber. The roar of the crowd turned into a distant buzz as she crumpled to the floor, the vibrant lights blurring into a disorienting kaleidoscope.

The sterile white of the hospital room offered a stark contrast to the glitter and synthesizers of her world. The doctor's words hung heavy in the air – liver failure. A life sentence of a slowly fading light, or a desperate gamble on a transplant. Hope, as fragile as a spiderweb, clung to the possibility of a donor, a life preserver in a sea of despair.

Days turned into agonizing weeks, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor. Winter, the idol who commanded legions of fans, felt utterly powerless. The awards, the screaming audiences, the carefully curated image – they all felt hollow in the face of her own mortality. Then, a flicker on the horizon. A donor. A match.

The surgery was a blur, waking up to a world she thought she'd lost. And then she saw him. Y/n. A young man, awkward and shy, yet his eyes held an undeniable warmth. "Y-youu s-saved me," Winter rasped, her voice weak but filled with a sincerity that surprised even her.

"I, uh…" Y/n stammered, overwhelmed by the sight of the K-pop icon in such a vulnerable state. "It was nothing. Just… a lucky match, I guess."

But the gratitude, a nascent seed, began to take root in the fertile soil of her isolation. Why him? Why not a wealthy heir or a fellow K-pop star? The questions gnawed at her, a relentless tick in the back of her mind.

Y/n, overwhelmed by the whirlwind that was Winter, disappeared after a brief visit. Her world, once filled with flashing lights and screaming fans, felt deafeningly silent. Obsession, a creeping vine, started to coil around her heart. She couldn't understand why the man who'd saved her life had vanished so completely.

Fueled by a twisted sense of entitlement, Winter used her vast network of resources to track Y/n down. He was found in a small town, flour dusting his clothes as he kneaded dough in a quaint bakery. The scent of cinnamon and warm bread hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the antiseptic sterility of the hospital room where she'd first laid eyes on him.

"Winter?" Y/n stammered, his voice barely rising above the clatter of the mixer. Her smile was dazzling, but her eyes held a glint of steel.

"Remember that wedding, Y/n?" Winter purred, stepping closer, the cloying sweetness in her voice sending shivers down his spine. "The one our families arranged?"

He paled. The memory of the preposterous agreement, something they'd both scoffed at in their youth, resurfaced. "Winter, I… I can't. I don't even…"

"Of course you can, Y/n," she purred, her grip tightening on his arm with a surprising strength. "You saved my life. Isn't it only fair I save you from a life without me?"

Y/n's breath hitched. The playful banter of youth, the easy dismissal of the arranged marriage, felt like a lifetime ago. Now, trapped in the gaze of this powerful, pale woman, he felt a cold dread pool in his stomach. "Winter," he stammered, "T-things have changed. I… I already have someone."

The smile on Winter's face faltered for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something akin to pain crossing her features. But then, it was gone, replaced by a chilling steeliness. "Someone?" she echoed, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Tell me, Y/n, who could possibly compete with the woman that you had saved?"

Panic clawed at Y/n's throat. He knew he shouldn't speak of Mina, his childhood sweetheart who helped run the bakery with him. But the thought of Winter, with her fame and fortune, swooping in and taking everything away, was unbearable. "Mina," he blurted out, his voice barely a squeak. "She's… she's my everything."

Winter's eyes narrowed. "Mina, huh?" A dangerous glint flickered within them. "Then perhaps it's time Mina learned the true meaning of sacrifice."

Y/n's heart lurched. He knew, with a horrifying certainty, that Winter wouldn't hesitate to hurt Mina. He had to get away, to warn Mina. But as he lunged for the bakery door, two burly men in black suits materialized behind Winter, blocking his escape.

"Let me go!" Y/n yelled, his voice choked with fear and defiance. He struggled against the men's grip, but they were simply too strong. A chilling calm settled over Winter as Y/n was dragged away, his pleas for help swallowed by the rhythmic clatter of the mixer.

Back in the opulent prison that was now her mansion, Winter sank into a plush velvet chair, a manic glint in her eyes. Mina was a nuisance, a fly to be swatted away. Winter had the resources, the power, and a twisted sense of entitlement. She would see to it that Y/n understood that his life, his love, everything belonged to her now. The debt, she would convince him, was far from settled.

Winter wasn't above getting her hands dirty. The designer gowns and manicured nails were a facade, a chilling disguise for the monster that lurked beneath. The gifts, the trips, the suffocating luxury – they were all meticulously chosen to twist the knife. They were a constant, sickening reminder of the life Y/n had lost, a life he could never reclaim unless he bent the knee to his gilded prison.

The burly guards were ever-present, shadows flanking him wherever he went. Their stoic silence spoke volumes – a chilling reminder of his captivity, a constant pressure against his will. Winter reveled in his fear, a twisted aphrodisiac that fueled her obsession. His haunted eyes, once filled with warmth, were now a canvas of terror, and Winter found a perverse beauty in that reflection.

One evening, the silence in the opulent mansion was shattered by a strangled gasp. Winter found Y/n slumped on the plush carpet, clutching a single red rose – the same kind that bloomed outside Mina's bakery. A cruel smile, devoid of warmth, stretched across her face.

"Missing your little baker, Y/n?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. "Perhaps the croissants weren't so stale after all?"

Y/n scrambled to his feet, the rose falling from his grasp like a crimson tear. His voice, hoarse with terror, rasped, "Leave her alone, Winter. You don't understand."

Winter tilted her head, amusement dancing in her cold eyes. "Oh, I understand perfectly, darling," she countered, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "She's the weed threatening to choke the delicate flower of our love. But fear not, I've taken steps to ensure your garden remains… pristine."

Y/n's blood ran cold. He lunged for her, a desperate snarl twisting his features. But before he could reach her, the guards were upon him, pinning him to the floor with practiced ease. A sickeningly sweet scent filled the air, cloying and thick. Winter held a small, crystal vial aloft, the liquid within shimmering like a captured rainbow.

"A little… encouragement," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling delight. "A reminder that some debts are settled not just with sacrifice, but with obedience."

The truth slammed into Y/n with the force of a sledgehammer. The rose, the scent – it wasn't a coincidence. Winter hadn't just threatened Mina, she'd… incapacitated her. The realization shattered the last vestiges of hope clinging to his heart. Tears streamed down his face, a silent scream lost in the suffocating opulence of the room.

Winter knelt beside him, her touch as cold and sterile as the diamond bracelet adorning her wrist. "Now, Y/n," she murmured, her voice a silken snare, "tell me everything about your little baker. Every detail, every secret. Only then can we truly begin to build a future… together."

A single tear escaped Winter's eye, but it wasn't a tear of remorse. It was a predator savoring its kill, a monstrous artist gazing upon her masterpiece. The once vibrant idol was gone, replaced by a chilling puppet master. In her twisted game of love, Winter wasn't just the prize – she was the player, the architect, the god. And Y/n, a broken marionette, was forever condemned to dance to her macabre symphony of obsession.

The air hung heavy with the stench of disinfectant and a cloying sweetness that clung to Winter like a second skin. Y/n, a hollow shell of his former self, stared at her with a mixture of resignation and a horrifying flicker of something akin to acceptance.

"You'll leave Mina alone," he rasped, his voice raw with despair. "That's the only condition."

Winter tilted her head, a cruel smile playing on her lips. The vial that once held the incapacitating agent was now empty, discarded like a child's forgotten toy. "Such a selfless offer, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with a mockery of sympathy. "But where's the fun in that?"

Y/n flinched, a tremor running through his thin frame. He knew, with a chilling certainty, that Winter wouldn't hesitate. He envisioned Mina, her bright smile replaced by a mask of fear, Winter's cold hand clamped over her mouth.

"Alright," he choked out, the words scraping against his throat. "Marry me. Just… don't you dare hurt her."

Winter's smile widened, a predator savoring the kill. "Such a devoted little lamb," she cooed, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. "But promises are meant to be broken, wouldn't you agree?"

With a flick of her wrist, a hidden screen on the wall flickered to life. It displayed a live feed – a quaint bakery, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Mina, oblivious, was humming as she dusted flour onto a counter.

Y/n lurched forward, a strangled cry escaping his lips. Winter, with a casual cruelty that sent shivers down his spine, grabbed a remote from the coffee table and pressed a single button.

The screen flickered, then went dark. A sickening silence descended on the room, broken only by Y/n's ragged gasps. Winter stood, her movements predatory as she circled him like a wolf stalking its prey.

A chilling laugh erupted from her throat, echoing in the opulent emptiness of the room. It was a sound devoid of joy, a symphony of twisted satisfaction.

"Consider it a wedding gift, darling," she purred, leaning down to meet his horrified gaze. "Now, shall we seal the deal?"

Before Y/n could react, she grabbed his face, her manicured nails digging into his skin, and slammed her lips onto his. The kiss was cold, a grotesque parody of affection. It reeked of victory, of a love so twisted it had curdled into something monstrous.

Y/n tasted blood, his own metallic tang mingling with the cloying sweetness of her perfume. When she finally pulled away, a single tear traced a path down her cheek.

"A beautiful beginning, wouldn't you say?" she whispered, her voice strangely devoid of emotion.

Y/n stared at her, his eyes hollow and dead. Winter had taken everything from him – his freedom, his love, and in a final, horrifying act, his very soul.

The opulent mansion, once a symbol of wealth and success, now echoed with the deafening silence of a broken man. Winter, the idol turned monster, had claimed her prize. But in her twisted victory, she had also forged her own gilded cage, a prison built on the ashes of love and the chilling emptiness of a heart consumed by a deadly obsession.

The world gasped. Winter, the electrifying idol, the epitome of sunshine and pop perfection, was getting married. Not to some fellow K-pop star, not to a wealthy heir, but to a simple baker from a small town. The news cycle spun with speculation, but the carefully orchestrated photos showed a radiant Winter, her smile brighter than ever, leaning on the arm of a shy-looking Y/n.

The wedding was a spectacle – a meticulously crafted performance. Winter, adorned in a dress that shimmered like a captured dream, walked down a rose-petal strewn aisle. The cheers and applause were deafening, a symphony orchestrated by her team. But beneath the flawless facade, a horrifying truth festered.

Y/n, his eyes as dead as the diamonds on her hand, was a ghost of his former self. His smile was a practiced rictus, a mask that hid the chilling emptiness within. Every touch from Winter felt like a branding iron, every whispered word a cruel reminder of the life he'd lost.

During the vows, Winter's voice, sweet and saccharine, spoke of eternal love and devotion. Y/n's response, devoid of emotion, echoed in the cavernous hall. Yet, the cameras captured a perfect picture: a love story for the ages.

The reception was a whirlwind of flashing lights and champagne flutes. Winter, a consummate performer, played the part of the blissful bride. Y/n, trapped in his gilded cage, danced with a practiced ease that sent shivers down the spines of those who knew him best.

As the night wore on, and the guests began to depart, the mask slipped from Winter's face. In the seclusion of their suite, a terrifying coldness settled in her eyes.

"You played your part well, darling," she purred, her voice devoid of warmth.

Y/n, a broken marionette, said nothing. There was nothing left to say. His silence was a deafening testament to the monster he was now chained to.

Winter leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "But remember, Y/n," she whispered, a cruel smile playing on her lips, "our dance has just begun."

The world reveled in the fairy tale wedding, oblivious to the chilling truth behind the glittering facade. Winter, the idol, had achieved her twisted victory. Y/n, trapped in a gilded cage with a monster disguised as a lover, was forever condemned to a dance macabre, his only companion the hollow echo of a love destroyed and a life stolen. The price of Winter's twisted obsession was a broken man, a chilling reminder that sometimes the most beautiful smiles hide the most terrifying darkness.

Months bled into a year, a year of gilded bars and a suffocating emptiness. Winter, however, seemed to grow restless. The sparkle in her eyes, once fueled by performance and adoration, had dimmed, replaced by a cold, steely glint.

One evening, as Y/n sat slumped in a plush armchair, a cold, clinical document landed in his lap. It was a fertility report, his name stark against the sterile white background. Winter stood before him, a predatory smile twisting her features.

"It seems you're perfectly healthy, Y/n," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling possessiveness. "Time to fulfill your duties as my husband, wouldn't you say?"

Y/n's blood ran cold. He understood now. This wasn't just about possession; it was about creating a permanent tie, a child who would forever bind him to her. The very thought of bringing a life into this twisted reality filled him with a soul-crushing despair.

But defiance was a luxury he no longer possessed. The guards, ever-present shadows, flanked him, a constant reminder of his captivity. He could fight, he could scream, but it would be a futile effort. Winter held all the cards, and Y/n was nothing but a pawn in her macabre game.

In the following weeks, the once vibrant mansion became a sterile prison. Doctors became regular visitors, their pronouncements echoing with a chilling finality. Y/n became a vessel, his body another stage for Winter's twisted performance.

The day the pregnancy test came back positive, Winter's smile could have rivaled the rising sun. Y/n, however, felt a cold dread settle in his gut. This wasn't a victory; it was a life sentence, not just for him, but for the innocent child who would be born into this gilded cage.

The world outside continued to celebrate Winter, the idol who had it all – a perfect marriage, a blossoming career, and now, a child on the way. But behind the carefully constructed facade, a monstrous truth festered. Winter, the idol, had become a puppeteer, her strings controlling not just Y/n's life,

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Can I request Dom Yandere Jihyo to force the reader to worship her body, both meet in the gym Jihyo gets obsessed with the reader because he is much better than her ex who cheated on her?

!TOTAL SUBMISSION!

Yandere Dom Jihyo X Male Reader

Jihyo grunted with exertion, the familiar burn in her muscles a welcome sting. Sweat plastered her dark hair to her forehead, clinging to the soft curves of her face. Her gym clothes, a black tank top and neon green leggings, hugged her toned body like a second skin. Each clang of the weight plates was a rhythmic counterpoint to the pounding of her heart. Lost in the zone, she barely noticed the new face in the gym until a soft grunt of frustration broke her concentration.

Across the room, a guy with tousled brown hair struggled with the weight on the leg press. His brow furrowed in concentration, and Jihyo couldn't help but notice the way his biceps strained beneath his t-shirt. Curiosity piqued, she padded over, her form a testament to hours spent sculpting her body.

"Hey, seems like you need a spotter," Jihyo offered, her voice light and friendly.

The guy jumped slightly, startled by her sudden presence. He looked up, revealing warm brown eyes that widened in surprise. "Oh, uh, hey," he stammered, a light blush creeping up his neck. "Yeah, I'm not really used to this weight."

Jihyo smiled, a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. "No worries, happens to the best of us. Let me help you adjust it a bit."

With practiced ease, she demonstrated the proper technique, guiding him through the exercise. As he finished the set, he offered a shy smile and a grateful, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"No problem," Jihyo winked. "I'm Jihyo, by the way."

"Y/n," he replied, extending his hand. Their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity through Jihyo. It was a fleeting touch, but the memory of it lingered even after she returned to her own workout.

Later that day, after a grueling session that left her muscles screaming, Jihyo finally dragged herself home. She unlocked the door with a tired sigh, picturing a relaxing evening with her boyfriend, Minho. The image shattered the moment she stepped inside.

There, on their living room couch, sat Minho, his arm draped possessively around Nayeon, her best friend. Their laughter, laced with something more intimate, sent a wave of nausea crashing over Jihyo. They were kissing, oblivious to the world around them.

Betrayal, hot and stinging, flooded Jihyo's veins. She didn't scream, didn't cry. Instead, a cold fury settled over her, replacing the exhaustion with a steely resolve. With a calmness that surprised even her, she grabbed a gym bag and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The familiar clang of weights echoing in the gym was a siren song to Jihyo's rage. Back in the haven of her training ground, she tore off her padded jacket, revealing the sweat-dampened tank top clinging to her toned physique. Every rep, every set became a release valve, channeling the white-hot anger coursing through her.

Suddenly, a familiar voice cut through the rhythm of her breathing. "Hey, Jihyo? You alright?"

Y/n stood there, hesitant yet concerned. Jihyo gritted her teeth, the anger momentarily switching targets.

"Yeah, I'm great," she spat, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Just working out on some frustration I have ."

Y/n frowned, sensing the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. He didn't pry, but his presence served as a silent anchor in the swirling chaos of her emotions. Jihyo pushed herself harder, each clang of the weights a punctuation mark to her silent vow.

"Hey, I think you could maybe take a break for a minute or two, " Y/n suggested after a while, concern etched on his face.

Jihyo ignored him, her focus solely on the weights. But Y/n wouldn't be deterred. He gently placed a hand on her arm, snapping her focus.

The molten anger in her eyes startled him. Yet, before he could react, Jihyo surprised him even more.

"Come with me," she said, her voice a husky whisper.

Confused, Y/n followed her out of the gym. The night was young, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Jihyo led him to his apartment, her hand never leaving his arm.

Inside, the tension crackled like static in the air. Jihyo tossed her bag aside, her movements brusque and decisive. Y/n, still unsure of what was happening, watched as she peeled off her sweaty tank top, revealing the defined curves of her upper body.

"Worship it," Jihyo commanded, her voice low and dangerous.

Y/n blinked, his confusion morphing into something else entirely as he met the glint in her eyes. Here, in the starkness of his own apartment, Jihyo was a different person, a predator cloaked in sweat and Dread coiled in Y/n's stomach like a hungry viper. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Jihyo, the idol he'd only interacted with briefly earlier that day. Her usual bright energy was replaced by a dark intensity that sent shivers down his spine. Yet, a strange mix of fear and fascination kept him rooted to the spot.

"Worship it," she repeated, her voice softer this time, but laced with a possessiveness that made Y/n gulp. He hesitantly stepped forward, unsure of where this was headed.

"Jihyo, I... I don't understand," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.

A humorless smile played on Jihyo's lips. "Just touch it," she commanded, gesturing towards her toned abs. "See how hard I've worked for this body. This? This is what you saw at the gym, this is what you helped me with."

Y/n's fingers hesitantly brushed against her warm skin, sending a jolt through him. Her abs were rock-solid, each ripple a testament to her dedication. But the touch felt wrong, charged with an unsettling intensity.

"More," Jihyo hissed, her voice laced with a desperate edge. "Show me you appreciate it. Show me you see me more than just an idol."

Y/n's hand trembled as he traced the line of her sculpted muscles. He wasn't an object for her to use, a statue to admire. Yet, caught in the storm of her raw emotions, he found himself unable to resist.

He gently traced the lines of her sculpted core, marveling at the strength beneath his fingertips. Jihyo let out a ragged sigh, her eyes fluttering closed. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable yet forceful, stirred a potent cocktail of desire and fear within Y/n.

"Lower," she whispered, her voice husky. "Touch me everywhere."

Hesitantly, Y/n trailed his hand lower, the heat radiating from her body scorching his palm. He brushed against the soft curve of her hip, the flimsy leggings doing little to hide the taut muscles beneath.

Jihyo arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her lips. Her eyes snapped open, their intensity magnified by the dilated pupils.

"Good," she breathed, her voice rough with restrained desire. "This is mine. This body, this sweat, this strength... it's all for you to admire. To worship."

Y/n felt a wave of panic rise within him. This wasn't attraction, it was obsession. He understood her anger, the betrayal that had driven her to this desperate state. But he wasn't a replacement, a cure for her emotional turmoil.

He tried to pull away, but Jihyo's grip on his arm tightened.

"Don't leave," she pleaded, a vulnerability slipping through the cracks of her facade. "They betrayed me, everyone did. But you... you saw me. You helped me."

The weight of her words settled heavily on Y/n. He saw the pain flickering in her eyes, the raw vulnerability beneath the fierce exterior. Yet, the possessiveness in her voice filled him with a chilling dread.

"Jihyo, listen to me," he said, his voice firm. "You're hurting yourself. Let me help you."

Jihyo scoffed, the sound harsh and devoid of humor. "You can't help me. But you can do this for me. Just this once, worship what I've built, what I sacrificed for."

Y/n's heart ached for her. He wanted to reach out, to offer genuine comfort instead of this twisted form of admiration. But the look in her eyes, wild and desperate, held him back.

He forced himself to meet her gaze. "Jihyo, this isn't healthy. You need to talk to someone, and get help."

A flicker of anger crossed her face, replacing the vulnerability. "I don't need help," she hissed. "I need someone to see me, the real me. And you saw me at my strongest. Now, show me you appreciate it."

Y/n's mind raced. This wasn't a situation he could reason his way out of. He had to play along, at least for now. But the taste of fear lingered on his tongue, a grim reminder of the web he was getting entangled in.

With a deep breath, he ran his hand along her sculpted arm, tracing the path of her veins that pulsed beneath the surface. He murmured words of praise, hollow and empty even to his own ears.

Jihyo seemed to relax slightly under his touch, her breathing slowing down. But a spark of mania still flickered in her eyes, a stark contrast to the determined idol he'd met at the gym earlier.

The night wore on, a twisted dance of fear and...desire playing out under the harsh glare of the apartment lights. As the fabricated praise flowed from Y/n's lips, Jihyo's initial intensity morphed into something more playful, albeit equally unsettling.

A glint of amusement danced in her eyes. "That's good," she purred, leaning closer until their faces were inches apart. "But can you do better? Imagine this isn't just any body, but the body of your idol, the one you admire from afar."

Y/n swallowed hard, the artificiality of the situation leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. "Jihyo, I—"

"Shh," she cut him off, a finger pressed against his lips. "Just play along. Pretend I'm on stage, bathed in spotlights, and you're a lovestruck fan in the front row."

The image was disturbing, a stark contrast to the Jihyo he'd seen pouring her heart out at the gym. He forced a smile, feeling like a puppet on her strings.

"Alright, Jihyo," he began, his voice strained. "You're incredible. Every step, every move, you radiate power and grace. You're an inspiration."

A triumphant smile spread across her face. "Yes! Now, tell me," she leaned in further, her breath warm against his cheek, "which part of this inspiration do you find most… inspiring?"

Y/n's gaze darted around the room, desperate for an escape. His eyes landed on a framed photo of Jihyo on her shelf, a radiant smile gracing her face. It was a stark reminder of the vibrant idol he'd admired, not the woman currently manipulating him.

"Your smile," he blurted out, relieved to have landed on something safe. "It's… beautiful."

Jihyo's smile faltered for a split second, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features before it was masked by amusement once more.

"My smile, huh?" she drawled, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. "That's a bit generic, don't you think? What about something a little more… specific?"

Dread coiled in Y/n's stomach. He knew where this was headed, and a part of him desperately wished he could rewind the night and walk out the door.

"Like what?" he managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyo's playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a hungry intensity. Her eyes burned into his, a possessive glint that sent shivers down his spine.

"Tell me," she pressed, her voice a husky murmur, "what part of this body you found most… tasteful at the gym?"

Y/n's cheeks burned with shame. He knew what she was referring to, the sculpted muscles that had served as a silent anchor during her emotional turmoil. The very muscles he'd praised moments ago now felt like a trap, a reminder of the unhealthy dynamic he was caught in.

Hesitantly, he mumbled, "Your… Strength It's impressive."

Jihyo's face broke into a wide grin, a touch too wide to be genuine. "My Strength, huh?" she repeated, her voice laced with something that sounded suspiciously like a challenge.

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the center of the room. Relief washed over Y/n, a small spark of hope flickering amidst the growing fear. Maybe she was done with this strange charade?

But his hopes were quickly dashed as Jihyo positioned him in front of a full-length mirror. Her eyes, alight with a manic glint, locked with his.

"Now," she purred, her voice a seductive whisper, "tell me, how strong do you find me… right now?"

Y/n's reflection stared back at him, a stranger caught in a twisted game of obsession. He knew he couldn't keep playing along, not without risking further entrapment. But the possessiveness in her eyes, the raw desperation beneath the facade, terrified him of the consequences of refusal.

He stood frozen, caught in a web of fear and a misplaced sense of responsibility towards the fractured woman before him. The silence stretched, thick with tension, as Jihyo's playful demeanor morphed into something far more dangerous. The line between admiration and obsession, he realized with a jolt of terror, had already been crossed.

The silence was shattered by a loud rapping at the door. Jihyo's head snapped up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features. It was a distraction, unwelcome at this moment.

Y/n, still reeling from the intensity of the situation, looked at the door with a flicker of hope. Maybe whoever it was could be a way out of this twisted game.

The rapping became more insistent, accompanied by muffled shouts. "Jihyo, open up! We need to talk!"

Recognition dawned on Jihyo's face. A smirk played on her lips, replacing the manic intensity with a calculated coldness. "Looks like my ex decided to grace me with his presence," she announced, her voice dripping with disdain.

Y/n's heart sank. This was not the kind of escape he'd envisioned. In fact, it might make things worse.

Jihyo marched towards the door, her grip tightening on Y/n's hand in a silent show of possessiveness. He flinched at the sudden contact, the feeling a stark contrast to the playful teasing of moments ago.

Swinging the door open, Jihyo revealed a flustered Minho, Nayeon trailing behind him with a sheepish look.

"Jihyo," Minho began, his voice laced with a desperation that Y/n found repulsive. "I... I'm so sorry. Can we please talk?"

Jihyo let out a humorless laugh, the sound echoing eerily in the small apartment. "Talk?" she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. "There's nothing left to say."

She glanced back at Y/n, a possessiveness glinting in her eyes that sent shivers down his spine. But there was something else there too, a silent plea for validation. Taking a deep breath, Y/n squeezed her hand back, a gesture of silent support.

Jihyo's lips curved into a triumphant smile, a stark contrast to the defeated look on Minho's face. "See, Minho?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "This is what happens when you cheat on someone who actually cares about you."

She then turned to Nayeon, her gaze cold and unforgiving. "And you," she spat, "consider yourself lucky I don't expose your two-faced ways to the entire fandom."

Nayeon shrunk back, shame coloring her cheeks. The once confident idol looked like a scolded child under Jihyo's withering gaze.

With a final flourish, Jihyo wrapped her arm around Y/n's waist, pulling him close. "Now, if you'll excuse us," she said, her voice laced with a dangerous sweetness, "me and my new boyfriend have more important things to attend to." Without hearing answers from both minho and Nayeon, Jihyo immediately shut the door close.

The echo of the slammed door hung heavy in the air, a grim punctuation mark to the dramatic scene that had just unfolded. Jihyo, her eyes still blazing with the embers of righteous anger, turned back to Y/n. The possessiveness that had flickered earlier now burned with an unwavering intensity.

"Did I do good?" she asked, her voice small, a stark contrast to the fierceness she'd displayed just moments ago.

Y/n, heart hammering against his ribs, knew a lie wouldn't suffice anymore. He saw the desperation clinging to her like a second skin, the raw emotion that had fueled her actions. He opened his mouth to speak, to offer some semblance of comfort, but Jihyo cut him off.

"No words," she said, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "Show me."

Before he could react, she grabbed his face, her grip surprisingly strong. Her lips, once playful, met his in a searing kiss, a desperate plea for validation masquerading as passion. It was a kiss unlike any he'd ever experienced, a mix of desperation and possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine.

He tried to pull away, a feeble attempt against her iron grip. "Jihyo, this isn't—"

"Quiet," she hissed, her voice laced with a dangerous edge. "This is how it has to be. You saw me at my strongest. Now, show me you appreciate it. All of it."

Y/n's mind raced. This wasn't a game anymore. This was obsession, a twisted need for control that terrified him. He knew he should fight back, break free from her hold. But the vulnerability flickering in her eyes, a stark contrast to the possessiveness, held him back.

He forced himself to respond, the kiss hollow and devoid of any genuine emotion. Every touch, every brush of their bodies, felt like a betrayal of himself, a descent into a dark and twisted fantasy.

Jihyo, however, seemed to revel in it. Her grip tightened, her movements becoming more aggressive, a stark contrast to the playful teasing of earlier. In her mind, this wasn't a night of manipulation, but a night of claiming what was hers. This man, who had witnessed her vulnerability, her strength, was now bound to her by an unspoken oath of secrecy and a twisted form of intimacy.

As the night wore on, the line between admiration and obsession blurred beyond recognition. Jihyo, fueled by a warped sense of possession, showed no signs of letting go. And Y/n, trapped in a web of fear and misplaced empathy, found himself playing along, a prisoner in the idol's twisted game of love and obsession.

The night ended not with a sweet promise, but with a chilling silence. Jihyo, her eyes glazed with a manic gleam, held Y/n close, her grip a physical manifestation of the emotional shackles she'd placed upon him. He knew then, with a chilling certainty, that this wasn't the last act of this bizarre play. This was just the beginning, a tangled web of obsession that would bind him to the idol in ways he never could have imagined.

~ The End ~

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Home

Mother and Daughter

(Kwon Eunbi X Winter X Male Reader)

With tears in her eyes, Minjeong quickly unlocks the front door. She hates it. She hates school. She hates the other girls. She hates the guys. She just hates it!

"Welcome home, dear!"

"Hi mom."

Minjeong is able to hold back a sniffle as she heads to her room. Her mother, busy with making dinner, had her back turned towards her. When she turns around, expecting her daughter to tell her about her day, she is surprised that she already left.

Inside her room, Minjeong throws her backpack onto the bed. With clenched fists, she kicks a dirty sock under her bed. Why does she have to watch this shit everyday? A boy and a girl messing around during the break? Both of them sharing meaningful glances in class?

"Argh!"

Minjeong stops herself from kicking her bed. She tries to calm herself down by taking deep breaths. This wasn't the first time she had to watch one of her friends make out with a guy from school. So why did it bother her so much today?

She shakes her head in annoyance. What does her friend has that she doesn't? Isn't Minjeong funny? Isn't she polite and caring? Isn't she pret-

Minjeong's eyes fall on the mirror. Is that it? She sees her sad face in the reflection of the clean glass. Is she unable to find a boyfriend, because she isn't pretty enough?

"Oh man!"

Minjeong lets herself fall face first onto the bed.

What is she supposed to do then? All her friends are bragging about boyfriends and...and... and sex...

Minjeong shakes her head. That's exactly the reason why she finally wants to have her first time! She hates feeling this way! She blushes when it's a topic of a conversation. She wants to know how it feels.

Raising her head slightly, she glances at the mirror again. What is it with her? She is desperately trying to ignore the obvious. The thing, or rather things, she can't change.

She is, well, naturally pretty, if you can call it that. Rather cute than sexy, but that isn't so bad. Is it?

Minjeong's eyes finally land on her cleavage. That must be the problem. She hates her chest. Why does she have to be so small? She sometimes hears the guys talking about the girls in her class. Allegedly they even made a list, ranking all the girls.

"I'm definitely last."

Minjeong groans in annoyance.

Why isn't she growing bigger? Her friends all look way better than her. Especially Karina. She is Minjeong's best friend. But in moments like these, Minjeong hates her guts. Why does Karina have it all? A beautiful, sexy face, a big chest, full thighs, a round ass.

"What is wrong with me?"

Minjeong kicks her legs into the mattress, feeling like the ugliest girl in the world.

"Minjeong-ie!"

She hears her mom knock on her door.

"What is it, ma?"

"I made us dinner, sweetie."

"A minute!"

Minjeong tries to pull herself together. Looking at the mirror again, she checks if her eyes have become red from crying.

Eunbi watches her daughter sit down on the other side if the table.

"Are you doing alright, honey?"

"I'm fine, mom."

Eunbi raises an eyebrow in suspicion, but she doesn't pressure her. At least not now. She has always taught Minjeong and her brother to respect other people's boundaries, so she always leads by example.

But throughout the unusual quiet meal, Eunbi starts to become more concerned about her daughter's condition. Minjeong just pokes at the meat on her plate, instead of actually eating it. How is she supposed to cheer up her daughter?

You come to mind.

"Are you excited for tomorrow, Minjeong-ie?"

"Tomorrow?"

Minjeong raises an eyebrow in confusion. She doesn't even remember what day it is, too busy thinking about how to become more attractive. Should she eat more? That way she could make her chest a little bigger maybe. But she doesn't want to get called fat at school. It's a dilemma.

"What day is tomorrow?"

"It's the 10th."

Eunbi gives Minjeong a meaningful look.

The tenth...

"(Y/n) oppa!"

Minjeong is suddenly smiling brightly. She almost forgot that you would come home tomorrow. After not having seen you in person for almost half a year, Minjeong is longing to hug you for hours, once you are back.

"Exactly."

Eunbi smiles as well, happy to see her daughter being finally in a good mood.

"He will come home late though, so you will see him on the day after tomorrow."

"But..."

"No but. You have school."

That's something Eunbi always prioritizes. School. It sucks for Minjeong. She hates school. But she gets why her mother has that obsession with school.

After her husband left her, Eunbi had to take care of both of you, while needing to find a job as well. Because she didn't go to college or anything, it was hard for her to find a well paying job. Once you were old enough, you started working at a sporting goods shop, having been interested in soccer and sports, since you can remember.

You were able to help your step mom out enough to make up at least a little bit of the damage your father had left. But your already bad grades started to suffer even more. And eventually, you dropped out of school.

That's why Minjeong doesn't argue further with Eunbi about staying up late and welcoming you. It's not like you are gonna run away, before she can even see you.

"Talking about school... How is it going?"

Eunbi rests her chin on her hand, looking at her daughter.

"I-It's alright."

Eunbi notices how Minjeong is suddenly very interested in the food in front of her.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Everything is great, mom."

Minjeong manages to smile at her, before looking down again.

"And how is it going with your love life?"

Eunbi winks at her sheepishly.

"Mom!"

"What?"

Minjeong looks at her puzzled mother, embarrassed that she was going to take it out on her.

Eunbi always told the both of you to be open minded and always listen to other people's perspectives. And that includes relationships as well.

"I-I don't have anyone."

"Oh, that's alright, sweetie. You are still so young."

"No I'm not. (Y/n) is only a year older than me. And Karina and the others all have boyfriends already."

"That's true."

Eunbi nods, now realizing where her daughter's sour mood might come from. But that's not something she can actively help her with as her mother. Respecting Minjeong's boundaries, Eunbi decides to not press her further. If she needs advice or someone to talk to, Minjeong knows that Eunbi will be there for her either way.

While Eunbi starts doing the dishes, Minjeong goes back to her room to finish her homework. Math. Something she could totally live without.

As she tries to read the next task for the next problem, her mind seems to be somewhere else.

"Come on."

Minjeong grumbles, annoyed with herself.

She eventually finishes her homework. Later than she hoped though. Realizing that she has to go bed now, because of school tomorrow, Minjeong starts to get ready for bed.

Debating on what pajama to put on, she looks around her closet. They all look ugly to her today. She really hates this. How can she be sexy, if she doesn't even have sex clothes?

Suddenly Minjeong feels this tingly excitement creeping up, when she remembers the purchase she made a month ago. Today isn't the first time she hated her body. It's more like an every day occurrence. But the last time it was this bad, Minjeong got herself something to make her feel better about herself.

She takes her chair from the desk and puts it in front of her wardrobe. Her mom is not gonna come into her room today anymore, already having said good night. Minjeong gets on the chair and then on her tip toes, trying to reach the parcel at the back.

Once she got her hands on it, Minjeong opens it, taking out the underwear that's hidden inside. She is so glad that she was able to buy it online. If she would've had to buy it in a store, she probably wouldn't have had the confidence to do so.

A smile creeps onto her face as Minjeong puts the box back to its rightful place, before starting to put on the lingerie. Karina told her once that she got something similar in black for her boyfriend. Hers is peach colored though. She feels the smooth fabric hug her skin as she slowly puts it on. After a couple of moment, she checks herself out in the mirror.

White stockings wrap around her slim legs, making her look a little thinner than she usually does. The peach garter belt around her hips is actually more of a tiny skirt. Minjeong is able to see a hint of her lace panties, even without needing to lift it up. The small bow in the front is a little darker than the rest. The same goes for the short strings that connect her belt and her stockings. Minjeong's stomach is fully exposed and she can't help but let a hand wander over it. She is proud of at least that part of her body. Not everyone looks as fit as she does. But the bra still looks a little too big for her.

Minjeong sighs in disappointment. It has the same lace patterns as the skirt, but she is unable to fill it completely. Why doesn't she have her mother's genes? She always envies her. Her mother has had a couple of boyfriends throughout the years. They were all unable to focus, whenever Eunbi wore a low cut top. But why can't Minjeong be like this? She wants to turn all the boys' heads in class, when she enters the classroom.

But looking into the mirror a little longer, Minjeong realizes that she isn't as ugly as she thought she is. She might not have the biggest chest. But apart from that...

Minjeong gets on the bed, finally, at least a little bit, comfortable in her own skin. She mindlessly lets a finger run along the straps of her bra, looking up at the ceiling. Her naked thighs slowly start to rub together. Suddenly, Minjeong is horny. She doesn't even remember what she thought about a moment ago, after she lied down. But the increasing heat in her lower area makes her reach out for her laptop on the desk.

With shaky fingers, Minjeong types in the address of the porn side she usually goes to. It always feels wrong and dirty, whenever she opens it. But she can't stop.

Minjeong scans the home page, looking at the new videos that came out, after she watched something last time. Her cursor finds itself on a video she hasn't watched before.

Once the video starts, Minjeong quickly skips past the annoying scenes of the woman, showing off her body. She reaches the point where the guy fucks her doggy style. Minjeong watches how the woman's tits sway with every thrust. Jealous, but turned on even more, Minjeong finds her right hand rubbing her lace panties. She is wishing so desperately to be that woman. She finally wants to get fucked like her. She wants to be able to tell everyone that she isn't a virgin anymore.

Eunbi yawns as she steps out of the bathroom. She feels small butterflies in her stomach, thinking about you, coming home tomorrow. She hasn't talked to you properly in so long. She wants to tell you how proud she is. What a great man you've become.

Wondering what the two of you should do together during your stay, Eunbi passes Minjeong's room. She stops in her tracks, when she hears light moaning.

"Fuck my little pussy harder!"

She furrows her eyebrows. That's not Minjeong, is it? Is that why she disappeared so quickly into her room when she came home? Is this the reason, why she acted like this during dinner? Is she hiding her boyfriend from her?

Eunbi is disappointed. She hoped that, when the time comes, Minjeong would tell her about everything. Curiosity slowly starts to creep in.

"Maybe just a quick peek."

She slowly turns the doorknob, before looking inside.

"Mom!"

Minjeong is thrown out of her blissful moment, when she hears the door crack open. Horrified by realizing that her mother just saw her masturbate, she quickly closes the laptop and covers herself with her sheets.

"Baby..."

"Go away, mom!"

"There is nothing wrong with doing this, Minjeong-ie."

The young girl's cheeks flush red. This must be one of the most embarrassing moments of her live.

"I-Please leave."

"Minjeong-ie, I want to us to be as close as we've always been. You don't have to be ashamed by what you are doing. It's totally normal."

"R-Really?"

"Yes. I do it too."

"Mom!"

Minjeong covers her ears, not wanting to hear about her mother's sexy life.

"Don't be so childish. We can talk about this like adults."

Eunbi finally opens the door completely, before stepping inside.

"You look really pretty by the way."

She slowly walks over to Minjeong.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course."

With a warm smile, Eunbi sits down on the edge of the bed.

"The colour matches your skin really well. And your body is just perfect. I'm still surprised you haven't found anyone yet."

"Mom..."

Minjeong seems more sad than embarrassed now.

"I-No one likes me. I'm not pretty enough."

"How could you say something like that?"

Eunbi's heart brakes as she gasps in surprise.

"You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen. You are by far better looking than all the girls your age."

"Oh please, mom. I will never be as hot as you."

Eunbi can't help but feel a little warm inside at her daughter's compliment.

"Don't say that. Everyone is pretty in their own way. Tell me something that I have that you don't. I'm sure you can't-"

"Y-Your chest."

Minjeong's shy comment makes Eunbi look down on herself. She glances back at her daughter, who is lying on the bed, looking up at her with a sad look on her face.

"Oh come on, Minjeong-ie. Yours aren't as small as you think."

Eunbi reaches out and feels her daughter's tits.

"They are maybe not as big as mine, but bigger doesn't always mean better."

"It does."

Eunbi shakes her head.

"You are not ugly, just because you don't have a big chest. Your face is so gorgeous. And you take so much care of your body."

"You are lying. You could sleep with any guy you want. The guys in my class won't even look at me."

"You are lying to yourself. Who wouldn't want to be intimate with a girl like you?"

Eunbi cups Minjeong's cheek with affection.

"Everyone it seems like. No one likes how I look."

"That's rubbish."

Eunbi unconsciously lets her hand wander over Minjeong's body.

"If you think no one is paying attention, you have to dress a little more provocatively. Your own body is not the problem."

"You mean dress more sexy?"

"Exactly."

Eunbi takes another look at her daughter's outfit.

"This lingerie looks so good on you. Anyone would want you."

"But I can't walk around in lingerie at school, can I?"

"That's true, honey. Why don't I show you tomorrow how I dressed, when I went to school? It was good enough for your father, you know?"

Eunbi winks at her daughter playfully, her hand resting on her midriff.

"Fine. But can you please leave now? I-I want-need to..."

Minjeong trails off. Still embarrassed to voice her need for pleasure.

"Of course, baby. But don't watch stuff like this. It can make you addicted and it's just not how sex works."

"Then how am I supposed to..."

Minjeong's cheeks redden once more.

"Just think about a guy you like. Or something you want to experience."

"What do you think about, when... when you, you know?"

Eunbi ponders for a moment. She would've said that she takes herself back to the best moments of her own sex life. But that would hit a nerve right now. She is finally on the same wavelength with her daughter. She doesn't want to give that up now.

"I think about actors, or singers, you know? Maybe a guy I've met in the mall. Something like this."

"And what do you imagine doing with them?"

"Well..."

Eunbi thinks for a moment, if this isn't a little too much. But she finally decides to be honest.

"I usually just imagine them having sex with me. I usually start by kissing. And then, they ea-eat me out, you know?"

Eunbi can't help but be a little shy as well. This is the first time she talking about how she pleasures herself. With her daughter no less.

"I wish I knew how that felt."

Minjeong's confession makes Eunbi's heart ache.

"And how do you, you know?"

Minjeong rests her hand on her own panties. Eunbi can't help but notice the proportions of her hips and waist. How is her daughter not getting laid 24/7?

"Well, I sometimes use toys. But I usually do it with my hand, like anyone else."

"I see."

Minjeong looks away, but Eunbi feels like there is more she would like to know.

"I sometimes have trouble fin-finishing. Especially without the videos. C-Can you maybe show me?"

Her daughter's desperate eyes make it impossible for Eunbi to say no.

"Of course, baby. Give me some room."

Minjeong scoots to the right side of the bed as Eunbi starts to rid herself off her jeans. The younger one can't help but stare in envy at her mother's body. Every part of her seems to be made for perfection. Minjeong can't find a single flaw on her mother's body.

When she slowly pulls down her black panties, Minjeong takes in the sight of her mothers vagina. A weird feeling overcomes her. Is that where I came from?

It weird to think about it, so she brushes the thought away, when Eunbi finally sits next to her. Both of them rest their heads against the wall behind her bed.

"You have to warm up yourself first. So don't go in immediately. Start by teasing yourself."

Minjeong watches her mother as she starts to play with herself. Her fingers circling around her snatch and around her clit as well. She let's her own hand wander down her body, until it disappears inside her panties. She tries to mimick her mother's movements.

"Try to find something that feels good for you. I usually do this."

Eunbi forms a V with her pointer finger and middle finger, using it to slide up and down along her clit. Minjeong follows her movements once more. A deep sigh escapes her mouth at the new found feeling.

"That's the part where you start to think about someone. Think about a guy you like. How the two of you would kiss."

The both of them start to enter their own worlds, lying side by side. Minjeong catches herself altering the shape of her mouth as she imagines herself kissing the hottest guy at school. Karina's boyfriend.

"Once you are ready for the next step, start to push your fingers inside of you. You should be wet enough by now."

Eunbi follows her own words, letting two of her fingers enter her snatch. A deep moan escapes her mouth as she thinks about the last time she had sex. Meanwhile, Minjeong winces as she tries to put two fingers inside of her as well.

"M-Mom. It's not really working."

"Are you not doing it right? Let me try."

Without thinking, Eunbi lets her own fingers slip out of her, before she reaches inside Minjeong's panties. Minjeong moves her hand away, feeling her mother's fingers resting on her lower lips.

"If you've never done this before, try one finger at first."

Eunbi sinks a finger into her daughter's pussy.

"Mommy."

Minjeong moans as she feels her mother's finger move inside of her. Her walls tighten as she feels it glide along them.

"You're really tight, baby. Guys like that."

"R-Really?"

The younger one can't help but smile.

"I'm gonna try two fingers now, okay?"

Minjeong nods, watching her mother's hand inside her panties. Another moan escapes her, when a second finger joins the first.

"Oh god."

Another breathless moan escapes Minjeong's mouth. Eunbi told her to imagine herself with a guy she likes, but she is unable to do so. Her whole body and mind are focused on the two fingers inside of her. Minjeong catches herself slowly grinding against her mom's hand, letting out small whimpers.

"That's a good girl."

Eunbi said that a thousand times before. But this time, she feels dirty saying it. She realizes what she is actually doing. She is fingering her own daughter. She watches how Minjeong's eyelids flutter with every stroke of her fingers. How her back slightly arches off the wall. Her thighs rubbing against each other.

"Mommy."

That word sounds so dirty to Eunbi's ears, when Minjeong releases it in another needy moan.

The sight of her daughter shaking and moaning around her fingers proves too much for Eunbi. Her left hand finds its way towards her own pussy. And eventually, she starts to finger herself and her daughter at the same time.

"M-Mommy. This is the-the best."

Minjeong can't help but mewl. Her eyes are still closed, her empty hands trying to hold onto something for stability. Her mind gets overwhelmed by the pleasure that radiates from her mother's fingers inside of her.

Eunbi starts to finger herself faster as she feels her daughter's walls hug her fingers more and more. She has never done something like this with anyone before. The warmth that starts to rush through her body is something different than usual. It awakens something more primal in Eunbi. Her vision becomes a little fuzzy on the edges as she keeps fingering her own daughter.

When she looks at her, she can see Minjeong squirm on her sheets, begging her mother for more. Eunbi licks her lips, feeling the younger girls juices on her fingers. She eventually submits to her urges.

Eunbi removes her fingers from Minjeong's cunt, earning a disappointed and needy moan. She edges herself even more, moving her fingers to her mouth. She tastes her daughter's pussy juices on her finger.

Minjeong's eyes widen, when she sees her mother licking her fingers clean, before she starts to reposition herself. She ends up between Minjeong's legs, pulling down her panties.

"Mommy..."

Even Minjeong herself doesn't know what's going on with her own body. She can't help but buck her hips towards her mother's slightly parted lips, eager to feel another person's mouth on her pussy.

"Please..."

Her needy plea makes Eunbi finally throw all caution out the window. Flattening her tongue, she uses a big swipe along the length of Minjeong's pussy, to lap up her juices. The slightly salty taste hits her taste buds.

Minjeong's hands find themselves in her hair as she holds on for dear life, feeling her mother's tongue exploring her most intimate part.

"Mommy."

She can't help but say that word over and over again.

Eunbi starts to eat out her daughter, succumbing to the pleasure of her fingers, which still move inside her own pussy. The thoughts that tell her how wrong this is are being pushed to the back of her head. Her lust takes over. She wants to show her daughter how this feels like.

Mother and daughter moan in tandem as one eats the other out. While Minjeong's moans echo through the her room, Eunbi's stimulate the younger ones pussy even more. Her humms make her squirm on her sheets.

"So good, mommy."

Minjeong loses herself in a world of unknown pleasure. She has never felt this before. She feels how the warmth, starting out from her pussy, starts to spread through her body. A tingling sensation with it. Almost like waves. They rush through her, elevating her from one plateau to the next. Each gives her another spike of ecstasy. Another idea of what heaven must feel like.

"M-Mommy, I-I..."

Minjeong loses the ability to speak as she also loses control over her body and mind.

Eunbi watches in awe as her daughter orgasms in front of her. Wave after wave rushes through her body from head to toe. Each one stronger than the the previous one. Minjeong's hips lift off the mattress in a failed attempt to contain the pleasure within her.

Minjeong becomes undone in front of her mother's eyes. Eunbi, unable to look away from her daughter's climaxing body, eventually reaches her own high. She buries her face in the mattress. Shame and embarrassment are mixed with raw pleasure and love. She never even thought about doing this with her own daughter.

"Mommy...."

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Hi guys!

I tried to write something a little different than usual today. I got the idea for this from someone I text with on Wattpad. There will be more chapters for this, I hope you will look forward to them.

Stay healthy!

[mcbeam]

May I request Subby Yandere Karina? The reader never realizes how obsessed and manipulative she is until everything is too late?

Caught In The Spider's Trap

Yandere Sub Karina X Male Reader

Y/n had always admired Karina from afar. As a backup dancer for Aespa, the pressure was immense, but watching her flawless movements and electrifying stage presence always calmed his nerves. Her fiery crimson hair, a stark contrast to her icy stage persona, held a magnetism that drew him in.

Their initial interactions were professional, respectful exchanges during practice sessions. But what started as a simple admiration blossomed into a sweet, unspoken feeling. Shared smiles across the practice room, lingering touches during dance routines - a silent language bloomed between them.

One rainy afternoon, after a particularly grueling practice, Y/n found Karina slumped over, clutching her stomach. Concern flooded him. "Karina, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

She looked up, her eyes glazed over with a convincing hint of pain. "Just a terrible stomachache," she mumbled, clutching her abdomen tighter.

Without hesitation, Y/n offered to take her home. The drive was filled with stolen glances and comfortable silence. As they reached her apartment, a shy smile played on her lips. "Thanks for taking care of me, Y/n. You're a lifesaver."

He felt a warmth spread through him. "No problem, Karina. Just glad you're feeling better."

The following days were a subtle shift in their relationship. Karina would linger closer during practice, brushing her hand against his during routines. Late-night texts inquiring about his day became a routine, her messages filled with emojis that sent his heart fluttering.

One evening, after a particularly long practice session, Y/n caught Karina staring at him with a melancholic intensity. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

She sighed, her gaze dropping to her lap. "It's just... I feel like I'm always second best. Winter's the leader, Giselle has the rap, and Seulgi… well, Seulgi's Seulgi," she mumbled, a hint of bitterness in her voice.

Y/n placed a hand on hers, offering comfort. "That's not true, Karina. You're the heart of the group, your vocals are phenomenal."

She looked into his eyes, a spark of something deeper igniting within them. "Do you really think so?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

He leaned in, his face inches away from hers. "I know so," he murmured, the space between them charged with unspoken emotions.

Before he could close the gap, a loud laugh shattered the moment. Winter, their leader, stood at the studio door, a mischievous grin plastered on her face. "Caught you red-handed, lovebirds!" she teased.

Karina recoiled as if burned, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Winter! We weren't doing anything!" she stammered.

The moment was broken, the shy flirtation replaced by a nervous blush. Y/n, his heart pounding, retreated, unsure of what had almost happened.

The incident, however, triggered a change within Karina. Her admiration for Y/n morphed into a possessive need. She craved his constant attention, his every glance. Her attempts to sabotage group activities whenever he interacted with Winter or Giselle became increasingly subtle.

One day, as the group practiced their latest choreography, Karina "accidentally" tripped, landing right in Y/n's arms. The fall was convincing, her pained expression so realistic even Winter didn't suspect a thing.

The incident earned her a day off practice "to recover." While the others toiled in the studio, Y/n found himself at her apartment, tending to a "sprained ankle" that didn't seem to impede her ability to walk around him in skimpy pajamas.

She batted her eyelashes innocently, the scent of lavender oil filling the air. "Stay with me a little longer, Y/n," she purred, her voice dripping with a sweetness that sent shivers down his spine. He felt a pang of guilt at the thought of leaving her alone, especially since she seemed genuinely hurt.

As days turned into weeks, the pattern continued. Karina perfected the art of the "convenient" injury or sudden illness, securing Y/n's undivided attention. He found himself spending more time at her apartment than his own, a prisoner of her manipulative charm.

One evening, as they snuggled on the couch, a movie playing softly in the background, Karina reached for his hand, her touch lingering longer than usual. "Y/n," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "Do you ever feel like we're meant to be more than just friends?"

He looked into her eyes, the familiar sparkle now replaced by an unsettling intensity. A knot of worry tightened in his stomach. "Karina, we…" he stammered, unsure how to articulate the growing unease he felt.

Before he could finish his sentence, she leaned in, her lips brushing against mine, Karina finished, her voice a husky murmur. The innocent facade she'd so meticulously crafted crumbled, replaced by a raw hunger that made Y/n flinch. He'd seen glimpses of this possessiveness before, fleeting moments brushed aside as fatigue or performance anxiety. This, however, was different. This was a predator sizing up its prey.

He tried to pull away, but her grip tightened on his hand, her crimson nails digging into his skin. "Don't you see, Y/n?" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "We're perfect for each other. We have this connection, something the others don't understand."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine. This wasn't the sweet affection he'd grown accustomed to, but a twisted, possessive love that reeked of desperation. He stammered, "Karina, I… this is too fast. We need to talk about this."

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. Her lips met his in a searing kiss, a desperate attempt to claim him as her own. Y/n, caught off guard by the sudden shift, found himself responding instinctively. However, beneath the heat of the kiss, a cold dread coiled in his stomach.

He pulled back, gasping for breath. "Karina, this isn't right. We can't just…"

She cut him off, her eyes blazing with a feverish intensity. "Why not? You care about me, don't you? You worry about me, spend all your time with me." Her voice cracked, a hint of vulnerability peeking through the facade. "We have something special, Y/n. Don't you feel it?"

Her words hung heavy in the air, laced with an underlying threat. Y/n felt trapped, caught in the web of her twisted affection. He cared for Karina, yes, but not in the way she craved. There was a line she'd crossed, a line that blurred friendship with an unhealthy obsession.

He tried to reason with her, to explain the boundaries she was violating. But his words were met with tears, accusations, and a chilling display of possessiveness that left him speechless. Her manic behavior was a stark contrast to the playful, bubbly Karina he thought he knew.

The more he resisted, the more desperate she became. Her "accidents" escalated, turning from minor injuries to elaborate schemes that ensured his constant presence. Her apartment became a gilded cage, filled with lavender oil, her favorite scent, a constant reminder of the suffocating grip she held over him.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the flickering neon lights outside her window, a sense of dread gnawed at him. He had to escape. He couldn't live like this anymore, a prisoner in her delusional world.

He formulated a plan, a desperate attempt to break free. He feigned enthusiasm for a weekend getaway with friends, a lie that felt like swallowing sand. Karina, predictably, protested, her voice thick with suspicion. But Y/n held firm, insisting he needed a break.

The weekend was a blur of nervous glances and guarded conversations. The weight of Karina's expectations hung heavy over him, a storm cloud threatening to burst. As Sunday night approached, dread clawed at his throat. He knew returning to her apartment meant surrendering to a life of manipulation and control.

Back at her apartment, the air crackled with tension. Karina's smile was strained, her eyes glinting with a dangerous possessiveness. "You had fun, I hope?" she asked, her voice laced with venom.

Y/n forced a smile, the lie tasting bitter on his tongue. "Yeah, it was good. Relaxing."

The following days were a descent into paranoia. Karina monitored his every move, his phone calls, his texts. She'd lash out at any mention of Winter or Giselle, accusing them of trying to steal him away.

Then, came the final blow. Y/n received a text from an unknown number, a single picture attached. It was a photo of him and Winter, laughing during the weekend trip, clearly taken from afar with a zoom lens.

Karina's face contorted into a mask of rage when he showed her the picture. "Who sent this?" she snarled, her voice trembling with fury.

Y/n shrugged, feeling a pang of fear twist in his gut. "I don't know."

But she didn't believe him. The accusation hung heavy in the air, a poisonous seed blooming into a monstrous paranoia. She became withdrawn, locking herself in her room for hours on end. When she emerged, her eyes held a glint of manic determination.

One evening, as they sat in silence, Karina reached into her bag and pulled out a small, sleek phone. "Look what I found," she said, her voice devoid of emotion.

Y/n's heart plummeted. It was his phone – the one he'd claimed to lose a few days prior after a clumsy "accident" staged by Karina. Panic clawed at his throat as he realized she must have used the downtime to meticulously go through it.

"How-" he stammered, but the question died in his throat.

Karina's smile was a predator's, devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, darling," she purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness. "I just wanted to see what you were hiding from me."

She scrolled through his messages, her eyes narrowing with every playful text from Winter or friendly exchange with Giselle. Y/n felt paralyzed, exposed, as she unearthed every innocent interaction he'd had with the other members.

"So, these are the girls who 'stole' your attention, huh?" she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "These are the ones who 'threatened' our connection."

Y/n tried to explain, to plead that it was all just harmless friendship, but Karina cut him off with a sharp laugh. "Friendship? Don't insult me, Y/n. I know what I saw."

Suddenly, her demeanor shifted. The anger melted away, replaced by a cloying sweetness as she reached out and stroked his cheek. "But don't worry, my love. We can fix this."

The way she said "love" sent shivers down Y/n's spine. It wasn't affection, but a possessive claim that made him feel like a prized possession. He knew then that escape wouldn't be easy.

The following days were a chilling display of control. Karina used the information gleaned from his phone to isolate him further. He was forbidden to see the other members, his phone confiscated, and his movements monitored like a hawk.

The cheerful, bubbly idol he'd once admired was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a twisted possessiveness. She showered him with affection, but it felt suffocating, a gilded cage closing in around him.

One night, as Y/n lay awake, staring at the ceiling, a desperate plan began to form in his mind. He knew he couldn't fight her directly, but he had to find a way out. He started leaving subtle messages for Winter, coded phrases hidden within seemingly innocuous texts he was forced to send under Karina's watchful eyes.

It was a risky gamble, playing a double game in his own prison. But the fear of a future trapped under Karina's control outweighed his apprehension. The messages, cryptic and desperate, went unnoticed by Karina, her focus solely on keeping him close.

Winter, thankfully, was perceptive. After days of deciphering Y/n's pleas for help, she contacted their manager, discreetly sharing the encrypted messages. The situation unfolded quickly. Security was alerted, and a plan was formulated to extract Y/n from Karina's grasp.

The day of their pre-recorded performance arrived. Y/n felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his stomach. It was his chance – the only opportunity he might get. As the girls prepared backstage, a tense silence hung in the air.

Karina, oblivious to the impending rescue, fussed over his costume, her manic behavior reaching new heights. Finally, it was time. The girls took their positions on stage, the familiar pre-show energy buzzing around them.

Just as the music began, a pre-arranged signal flashed in the corner of Y/n's eye. It was his cue. With a surge of adrenaline, he faked a sudden cramp, collapsing to the floor in a convincing display of pain.

While Karina was momentarily distracted, Winter, who was in on the plan, took her place next to him. In a split second, security personnel materialized, whisking Y/n away from a bewildered Karina who screamed his name in a desperate attempt to hold on.

The escape was swift and discreet. Y/n, shaken but safe, was ushered into a waiting car and driven away from the venue. The weight of the past few weeks lifted from his shoulders as he sank back into the soft leather seat, the city lights blurring into streaks of light.

He knew the fight wasn't over. Karina's possessiveness wouldn't disappear overnight. But for the first time in weeks, he felt a flicker of hope. He was free, and he wouldn't let her manipulate him back into her twisted world.

The news of their internal conflict spread like wildfire, shaking the K-pop world to its core. Aespa's future was uncertain, the damage done by Karina's actions seemingly irreparable.

Y/n, still recovering from the ordeal, received therapy to deal with the trauma. He missed the stage, the rush of performing, but the thought of returning to that environment, knowing Karina might still be lurking

Weeks turned into months. Y/n, cloaked in a shroud of therapy sessions and public scrutiny, slowly pieced his life back together. Aespa, however, had fractured. Winter, Giselle, and Seulgi went on a hiatus, their future uncertain.

One day, a knock on the door shattered the fragile normalcy Y/n clung to. His heart hammered against his ribs as he peered through the peephole. Fear, cold and primal, coiled in his gut. It was Karina, her crimson hair a stark contrast to the pale winter light outside.

But she wasn't the same. Gone was the fiery idol, replaced by a woman with haunted eyes and a manic glint. Her smile, once playful, was now a chilling display of predatory possessiveness.

"Y/n," she rasped, her voice hoarse, a stark contrast to the vibrant idol he once knew. "I knew you'd come back to me."

Before he could react, she shoved past him, the door slamming shut with a sickening thud. The familiar scent of lavender, her signature, filled the air, a suffocating reminder of the past he desperately wanted to escape.

He tried to flee, his legs turning to lead as he stumbled back. But Karina was quicker. With a swift movement, she slammed him against the wall, her grip like a vice around his arms.

"You left me," she hissed, her voice barely a whisper laced with venom. "You left me after all I did for you. After all the ways I showed you how much I love you."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but they were not of sadness. They were tears of a twisted love, a love that demanded his complete and utter devotion.

Y/n stammered, words failing him as she traced her manicured fingers down his cheek. He could feel the tremor in her hand, a mix of raw emotion and unyielding control.

"Don't worry, darling," she purred, her voice a sickeningly sweet melody. "We can fix this. We can be together again, just like before."

Her lips, once soft and playful, were now rough and demanding as she pressed them against his in a searing kiss. It wasn't a kiss of love, but a claim of ownership, a forceful reminder that he belonged to her.

He tasted her desperation, a desperate hunger that mirrored the manic glint in her eyes. She ran her hands over his body, exploring him with a possessiveness that made his skin crawl. There was no escape, no fight left in him.

As her touch ignited a chilling fire within him, a morbid clarity washed over Y/n. This was his fate. He was a prisoner in her twisted love story, a possession she wouldn't relinquish without a fight. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: he would never truly be free from Karina's obsessive grasp. The dream of a normal life, the thrill of performing with friends – it all faded away, replaced by the chilling reality of a love that had turned into a suffocating prison.

[mcbeam]

tbh, I want to have a yandere Takara in my life

Takara, Rei, Hitomi

Takara : I think Takara would be the Type of yandere who would pretend like she doesn't know you, but deep down harvest a deep lust and affection for you. She may not show it in public, But when she's home alone she would definitely have a picture of you, and maybe some of your personal items like your clothes, pants, and maybe even your underwear. I think Takara is the type of yandere who would do anything in secret, But this doesn't mean that she won't be pissed when other girls are trying to hit on you. Oh boy, if she saw a girl getting close to you. Takara would not hesitate to track that girl down, and show her business.

Rei : I think Rei would be the type of yandere who is very introverted. She would be acting shy and doesn't really have a lot of friends at school. But when night came, She suddenly turned into another person. She would dress openly and would show another side of her that nobody knows, And that is Her alter ego. When she meets you, Something deep inside her snap. She began to show lust and affection towards you, and she would do anything to make sure that affection would reach you.

Hitomi : I think Hitomi to me is the type of yandere who would be very cheerful and very optimistic when in public, she would be very easygoing and would have a lot of friends because of this. But when all of her friends are gone, she would snap showing a complete 180 of her usual cheerful figure. Her eyes that were once full of life and joy, would soon only show darkness and emptiness. When she laid her eyes on youyou however, She would immediately grew fond of you, She would often approach you in public, and when that didn't work. She would take a drastic measure by kidnapping you and making you dissapear.

Alright Guys This is of course in my personal opinion... But I'm also thankful that a lot of you guys are actually interested in this yandere craziness that I'm currently doing... Thank you once again and sending much love guys..

[mcbeam]

CURSED FATE

YANDERE MINJU X MALE READER SMUT

Minju squeezed her eyes shut, the memory a recurring nightmare. She was sixteen, all sharp elbows and disdainful laughter as Y/n, her ever-faithful shadow, confessed his feelings. "Let's Just stay friends, okay?" she'd scoffed, embarrassed by the raw vulnerability in his eyes. The memory sent a jolt of shame through her. Years of forgettable boyfriends, each a pale imitation of the man she'd so carelessly cast aside.

Now, a successful artist, Minju found herself captivated by a new exhibit – a collection of breathtaking landscapes, signed simply "Y/n L/n." A jolt of recognition ripped through her. Y/n, all grown up, his kind eyes now shadowed by a quiet intensity, his voice, smooth as honey, narrating his artistic journey at the reception. He was everything she ever wanted – strong, successful, radiating a warmth that drew her in like a moth to a flame. Then, her heart plummeted. A beautiful woman, a wedding band glinting on her finger, stood beside him, her arm linked possessively. His wife.

Minju's world tilted. This wouldn't stop her. Obsession, a cold, steely fire, ignited in her chest. She spent weeks stalking Y/n, memorizing his routines, his favorite coffee shop. One rainy afternoon, a perfectly placed "accidental" bump led to a spilled latte and a shared laugh. Y/n, ever the gentleman, invited her for a replacement.

Days turned into stolen moments – lunches, walks, conversations that danced around the forbidden line. Minju spilled fabricated tales of loneliness, painting herself as the victim of a loveless marriage. Y/n, fueled by a misplaced sense of chivalry, offered solace, a shoulder to cry on.

One evening, as the rain lashed against her window, Minju called Y/n, her voice trembling. "Please," she choked out, "come over. I need you."

He arrived, concern etched on his face. She ushered him in, shutting the door with a finality that made him pause. Tears streamed down her face as she confessed her feelings, the years of regret, all calculated to evoke pity, sympathy, anything that could morph into something more.

Y/n, caught off guard, stammered a denial. His wife. His vows. But Minju, fueled by desperation, pressed on. "She doesn't deserve you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, a hand trailing suggestively up his arm. "Look at me, Y/n. Look at what you could have had."

His breath hitched as her touch ignited a spark he shouldn't feel. "Minju, I can't," he started, but she silenced him with a kiss. This wasn't the shy peck of teenagers; it was a desperate, hungry claim. Her lips were fire against his, her touch sending shivers down his spine. A battle raged within him – loyalty, guilt, and a simmering desire he couldn't explain.

The kiss deepened, her tongue exploring the familiar warmth of his mouth. She pushed him back against the wall, her body pressing against his. "This is what you were meant for, Y/n," she breathed, her voice husky with desire. "Forget about her. She'll never know you like I do."

He groaned, his hands hovering between pushing her away and pulling her closer. "I can't do this. I can't betray my wife," he mumbled, his voice thick with conflict.

"Can't, or won't?" she countered, her eyes flashing with a dangerous glint. The vulnerability was gone, replaced by a steely determination that sent a tremor of fear through him. He was caught, a fly in her web.

With a swift movement, she unbuttoned his shirt, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "We both know you want this," she murmured, her lips trailing down his neck, sending a jolt of electricity through him. "Let go, Y/n. Just this once."

His resolve crumbled. He was drowning in a sea of guilt and desire, caught between the life he built and the forbidden fruit dangling before him. He closed his eyes, a defeated sigh escaping his lips. "Minju," he breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of longing and despair.

A triumphant smirk played on her lips. This was just the beginning. She had him, broken, compromised. Now, she would make him love her, by force if necessary. His wife, his vows – mere obstacles in her twisted path. The price of rejecting her love, she decided, would be a lifetime of endless torment.

W/n : Well this was actually a request from someone. Who wanted a Yandere Minju who regretted her decision after rejecting her childhood friend named Y/n. Minju realized that she actually lobes him a lot, But after knowing he was already married. Minju snaps and turns into an obsessive yandere who would do anything to have Y/n back on her side.

To whoever requested this fic. I'm truly sorry, Because of my clumsiness your request was deleted. But Heyy hoped y'all enjoyed the new Yandere X Smut Fics. And Glad that I can make u yall happy.

[mcbeam]

The Owl and the Bunny Part II FT Chaehyun

Authors note: A special request from @leafostuff. I was tasked with Finishing a piece of his that he couldn’t I hope I did okay as I took some creative liberties

Part I

Trigger Warning: Blood, Self Harm, Attempted autounalivement

Relapsing was undoubtedly the worst, but the situation became even more tangled when an unexpected connection entered the picture again. Sitting solitary in your apartment, another birthday slipped by, and there you were, gazing down upon the bustling Seoul night sky, feeling life's swift passage. You triumphed after the toils of college and relentless job searches—you secured the high rise, garnered accolades, and clinched a new promotion, all on your birthday. Yet, despite these achievements, why does an unsettling hollowness persist? When did this sentiment first take root?

You know when. it was when your favorite Bunny left you...

But before that can be stated there is some background that must be established. Before everything fell apart it was great. it was a humid summer evening you were celebrating your 3rd year of friendship. You were doing well in Top Grades, top in your chosen sport football (US Soccer), and top best friend to one happy bunny. As you sat there and watched her indulge in a mural favorite food. Your heart swelled. You decided to take a chance. You noticed her fidgeting in between bites and said “Hey Bunny I have something I gotta tell you.” Your bunny smiles and turns to you.

“Oh, Ow-lie I have something too.” She says excitedly. Enraptured by her you gesture for her to tell you her news first.

“I’m going to be on a survival show.” She bellows with a proud look. Your eyes go wide, and your heart sinks. You hide your sadness and dissatisfaction with a loving smile and a supportive hug.

“That’s great news bunny. I know you’ve been working so hard to become an idol,” you say calmly.

She hugs you again and you know this is probably one of the last times you’ll see her again. So you lie, and it breaks your heart so that she can pursue her dream.

“Oh that’s great I am so happy for you. I just wanted to tell you that I got accepted into Yale.” Bunny’s eyes go wide with pride but a pit in her heart forms as she knows that this.

That was it. The worst day of your life everything since then has been a slow burn to another downward spiral.

You're being a bit dramatic, don't you think? You know it too. She pursued her dream of shining brighter for everyone around her. She embraced her role in the forest, just like you did. You worried, but at least now you're paid for it—and exceptionally well, I might add. You ventured into business and mathematics, culminating in a successful Risk Aversion Consulting firm. Every big-name company sought your expertise during crises, ensuring almost certain recovery. Yet, why does it all feel so hollow?"You watch over and instead of celebrating after a long day's hard work, you find yourself with a knife around your wrists.

Three weeks ago, you believe you fell back into that dark spiral. Time blurred into a monotonous, endless loop from which you couldn't break free. It's hard to pinpoint exactly, but what triggered this relapse was a seemingly innocuous encounter: witnessing a happy couple during your daily walk to work. Perhaps you've passed them a thousand times before, but what struck you that day was witnessing the man's heartfelt proposal. Instead of joy, it only amplifies the ache in your heart. And so, the vicious cycle begins anew. Alone in your apartment once more, you start over. You reach out to your bunny for the first time in three years, hoping against hope that she could offer some solace, but alas, hope has often been a disappointment for you.

The text travels halfway across the city at the speed of information. A hand reaching out, A Cry for help, a prayer all contained with an invitation from one of Seoul's most sought-after and secretive bachelors. where a different kind of Emptiness gnaws at a soul. Despite being part of one of the most well-liked and appreciated girl groups of the 4th gen and arguably one of the most talented members The Bunny with the charisma of a tiger sat alone in the dorm. despite gaining 6 new sisters Chaehyun had never felt more alone. she longed for simpler times with her Owl, but he's probably long forgotten about her since she went radio silence 2 years ago when Kep1er started. it was especially true since this was her birthday. The Uncertainty of extension weighs heavily on her heart. The comments on her body, the unending Panoptic Gaze held upon her were unrelenting and she often sat in her room for hours holding back tears. She tried to hide it with a facade of Joy and bubbly energy but the mirror was cracking each day as more and more the ever-growing beast took more of her soul. The text reached her at her lowest, 3 past midnight she was crying silently to not wake her members. She read the text and could almost feel the isolation and hurt coming from the small LCD Screen

My Favorite you know how: Hey Bunny,

I hope this message finds you in good spirits. Another birthday has come and gone, and I'm grateful to have made it through. I trust you're indulging in plenty of sweets and enjoying all the pizza your heart desires. I caught wind of your latest comeback, and as expected, it was fantastic. Don't let those negative comments get under your skin too much; you're incredibly brave, far braver than I could ever be. Though, I suppose you've always had a knack for taking risks—a trait I've always admired, albeit from a safe distance.

I find myself extending the same old invitation to hang out once more, but who am I kidding? You've probably changed your number by now, and I'm likely just bothering whoever happens to receive this message.

Apologies for the intrusion,

-Y/N

You are surprised when you get a reply saying "I'll be there in 15." Your eyes widen. is your bunny coming back to you you wonder? is this your chance to finally tell how you feel? A million ideas and thoughts race through your head. it's so overwhelming that you forget about your current situation. You begin to tidy your large apartment picking up the clothes strewn around the room and forget about the increasing blood trail following you as you lose yourself in your tasks. you get so caught up that the blood loss eventually catches up with you and you pass out in the middle of your living room as more blood drips away.

Chaehyun in classic fashion opens the door without knocking when she sees you on the floor and screams.

When you come to you're in a bed that you don't recognize. you look around and see star-white walls with an insistent beeping. You sit up and hear.

"Oh you're finally awake." you turn to the voice and see a doctor. he is an older gentleman who stares at you with a somber look.

"You're lucky your girlfriend found you when she did. Otherwise, I don't think you would have made it." The Doctor Chides. You lean further into your bed after looking down and seeing your bunny who has come to rescue you. tears well up in your eyes, as you try not to cry. A memory flashes in your mind of you not leaving her, and in your selfishness you almost did.

Chaehyun stayed with you well into the morning after your "accident," feeling a deep sense of responsibility for leaving her Ow-lie behind. In her dreams, she wandered through a dark forest, desperately searching for her Owl, only to find scattered feathers. Suddenly, something stirred, and Chaehyun felt a wet sensation land on her. Looking up, she saw you crying atop her, murmuring apologies. Surprised, she gently cradled your face and kissed you, sharing a deep connection that transcended words.

Breaking the kiss, your eyes locked, and you confessed, "I love you, and I will never leave you again, no matter the cost."

Chaehyun smiled at her Ow-lie, responding with an adorable pout, "I'm going to hold you to that."

Years later, following the disbandment of Kep1er and your early "retirement," you and your bunny found yourselves on a beach, savoring the sunset and sipping from coconut straws, living your best lives.

"Hey Bunny, where do you think our next adventure should be?" you asked.

Chaehyun smiled, taking another slice of Hawaiian pizza before responding, "Um, how about... France?"

"I love it," you exclaimed.

"But Ow-lie, you love everything I suggest," Chaehyun teased, pouting playfully.

"Okay, and I love you and your ideas, so why wouldn't I love your suggestions? Besides, as long as I'm with you, any place is paradise," you replied tenderly.

Chaehyun smiled. "Okay, Ow-lie, then France it is. But after that, you get to pick."

[mcbeam]

Shots Fired

Thus, this is a provocation, shots fired across the bow to leave a ringing in your ear as the sight of Yeojin in tight workout clothing, sweaty and panting, tempts you. "I've been working so hard for this. Don't I look great?"

You swallow thickly.

"Do I?" Yeojin asks again, this time more demanding.

"You do."

She does. If you lied to her—about the way that her cleavage sweat down her sports bra or the shine on her midriff or her thigh gap shown off by her leggings—about how they drive you to see more, touch more, taste more, she would know. Yeojin can smell a lie.

"Of course I do," she says, giving a playful pout. "I know I do, but I wanna hear it from you."

"You're beautiful, Yeojin." Beautiful enough that you shouldn't be in this gym locker room together because you have no fight left to give when Yeojin is sitting on your lap with her diminutive frame against you, her breasts pressed to your chest and her hot breath on your neck. You'd hope there'd be no one to blame you for pounding into her, splitting her apart, every which way, from the gym to the showers and every step on the way home you could get your hands on this little tease.

Yeojin is a tease, but she isn't cruel.

"I don't need your flattery. I just need a good dicking." What is subtlety or self-control in the face of that? "That's why you're here, right? To give me what I need?"

And the question is nothing because she's already grinding her hips into yours, the shape of her pussy pressed against your cock, the heat of it all-consuming.

"Yeojin—"

"It's okay. I know you want me."

She's so much smaller than you, so much more delicate, and yet her mouth is so demanding on yours. She kisses with her whole body, every limb wrapped around you, and her tongue licks over yours, demanding as she tastes you, devouring.

"Yeojin—"

"Stop talking. You'll hurt yourself," she says, her small hand over your mouth. She's so much smaller than you, but in the gym locker room, she's the bigger person.

And so, as a man whose brain has been replaced by a cock, you're helpless to do anything until she's wrapped her hand around it. You're helpless to do anything but fuck her like the world depends on how you split her open on your cock. The shower is running hot, steaming up the locker room, and Yeojin's skin is slippery as her back hits the wall and she's bouncing on your cock, and maybe the wetter of the two of you is not the shower.

"Harder," Yeojin demands, her mouth on your jaw and her fingers digging into your back. "Fuck me harder. I want to feel it tomorrow."

You're going to break her. How long does a toy like this last; this is no happy meal for kids, no cheap plastic, no durable rubber—and there is no possibility of a rubber, because what's the point of having that tiny pussy stuffed full of cock if it isn't raw.

"Yes, fuck me. I want it. I want it so bad," Yeojin begs, and maybe you're not going to break her. Maybe you're already broken, and Yeojin is the one who did it. And maybe maybes may be the result of your world ending at the place that your brain—recall, your cock—meets her cunt.

And maybe this is the result: Yeojin on her back on a bench, her knees up by her ears, and she's the most flexible thing you've ever fucked, and it's not like there's a lot of competition. But whatever competition there was, they wouldn't be able to say a fucking word when Yeojin's pussy is stretched around the base of your cock, and when her face is flushed and she's breathing hard and fast, when she's asking for more—when she's demanding for more—who else could have a leg in this race.

And that's before you start to carry her, and listen to her head hit the metal locker doors, so if she was bouncing then, then she's really bouncing now. She's a ragdoll in your arms, a ragdoll you're going to leave dripping with cum.

"Daddy, are you gonna cum inside me?"

The thing with the breakers and the breakings is that they go both ways, and the word daddy breaks something in you so that Yeojin's womb becomes a receptacle for every drop of cum in your balls. And even when you're through and even when you're over, her thighs are milking you for what you're worth and you feel like a million bucks because you're still cumming and her mouth is making it so, even if so is so much of your cum spilling out of the corner of her lips onto her tits to smear and stain her sports bra.

"Daddy, thank you. I needed that."

But maybe, again, maybes are just the way that Yeojin keeps breaking and making you.

"You're the best."

No, you're better for having kept your promise: you're in an alleyway on the route back to her apartment, letting her suck your soul out through your dick; you're in the stairwell of her apartment building, her body bent over the railing with her legs spread; and you're in her front door that isn't even closed before she's laid prone on the couch, her face down in the cushions as she bounces back against every thrust of your length while her cunt clenches through orgasm after orgasm. But the best of the best is when she's on top of you, riding your cock like she's never known a better way to spend her time, and she's saying, "Daddy, this is the best thing I've ever had inside me, and I'm gonna have it inside me forever, okay?" so that you believe it—easy to believe when your dick is bulging out her belly, her skin stretched around it—easy to believe when she swirls her hips and takes you deeper, deeper than anything should be able to go, and her voice is a whine and her hands are clawing at your chest as she cums. And it's easy to believe when Yeojin wants you to believe her and she's a magician making your dick disappear into her, the magician who makes you cum again and again and again.

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haven't written something small in a while but something small deserves something small written

[mcbeam]

day 17. intercrural sex. with. minju.

648 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, intercrural sex, handjob, noona minju, super subby reader (honestly kind of a wimp, but who isn’t a wimp for this girl), and they were roommates!

notes.

kinda short because i make the rules. or because i’m a bit of a cuck. close call. misjudgingly, leaf.

Minju comes back home after 2 a.m., the door creaking when she comes in, her boots knocking against the wooden floor as she takes them off, only the light of her phone’s screen illuminating her face.

“Noona? Why so late?” You ask in a low voice, more worried than curious.

“Hm? Are you still awake?” She whispers back.

“Usually you call to say you’ll be late…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right. Were you staying up waiting for me?” She asks, flattered. “You know you can go to sleep next time, right?”

“I tried, I just couldn’t fall asleep.” You say in a saddened tone. “The bed feels really cold…”

“Does it? Want me to lie down with you, hm?” You nod your head in the dark. Somehow, Minju gets the message and lies down on top of you, her hands around your shoulders, your cheeks touching. She rubs hers against yours slowly, it feels fluffy like a cloud in the sky.

“Better? You think you can fall asleep now?”

“I don’t know… I don’t feel that tired anymore…”

“Hm, you stayed up so long to wait for me, I think you deserve a present”

She lifts her hips slightly to pull her dress up and her panties down, then lowers your pajama pants together with your boxers. She lets some saliva drop on her fingers and spreads it out, then wraps them around your half-erect length (it feels good to have Minju even just hug you) and strokes it lightly but thoroughly, even reaching down to knead your balls from time to time. You moan in her ear.

“Wait, wait, hehe~ This is not the present yet!”

When you reach full hardness, she holds your dick up, then wraps her thighs around it tightly, her ankles crossing, and you can feel the slight wetness of her slit coat part of your shaft. She lifts her hips up until your tip is touching the front of her pussy, then drops down until your belly buttons touch again, the last bit of your cock peeping between her plump buttcheeks. She repeats the same movement several times at a steady pace, and her thighs feel so soft around you, it’s like you’re dipping a spoon in a jar of honey. Or rather, a jar of honey being dropped repeatedly on a standing spoon, however that would work, physically.

“NoonacanIholdyou?” You blurt out, mostly lost in pleasure.

“Of course you can, honey” You quickly wrap your arms around her waist, so tightly that it’s honestly surprising she’s still able to breathe.

“You can touch down lower if you want~” You want.

You swiftly shift your hands down to grab her pillowy ass, she yelps in surprise, then immediately smiles adoringly. You let out what sounds like one big, drawn out groan, but really it goes on for minutes straight as she keeps pumping at an imperceptibly increasing pace. Minju’s thighs are heaven, a heaven that you can’t let go of, so reach even lower and hold, rub, massage her every bit of her softness with every bit of your palms and digits.

“Noona, I’m a-I’mboutta…”

“Hm, relax, and let go, then. Just let go, baby”

You thrust up a few times as you feel your peak coming, and while you whimper in her ear and keep holding for dear life onto her thighs and cheeks, spurts of white burst out and up in the air, landing on her pillow-like features, some of them hitting your hands, others all over your bed.

“Shhh, so nice, you came so much for me~” She whispers while caressing your scalp and slowly moving her hips in circles before stopping completely. You are spent, and need a couple minutes to even regain consciousness.

“Noona, did you- you wanna-”

“Mh-hm, I’m ok, baby. You seem very tired now, so I just need you to fall asleep, okay~?”

-

footnotes.

i suck at goodbyes. fadingly, leaf.

[mcbeam]

day 10. hate sex. with. nana.

472 words.

tags.

kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, hate sex, degradation, ass play, rimming, anything else that i’m missing?, this started as a brat taming fic in my mind, but honestly, you don’t tame shit in this one, dialogue only, basically improv, i know the pic is clashing, i just kinda like it that way.

notes.

meant for this to be a decent amount longer, but i am emotionally spent from answering an ask that i felt was much more important than all of this. i need to look at pokemon sleeping adorably now. unsurely, leaf.

“Ach-ptoo!”

“Don’t you dare touch me back there, boy”

“Oh, shut up, you were begging for me to fuck you in the ass just three days ago! Now stay still for a second”

“Mmmmmgh-yeahh”

“It’s just my thumb and you’re already mewling, you little bunny slut”

“Nnngh- I’ll choke you as soon as you let me ride”

“And, enlighten me, why would I do that?”

“Because you fucking love it, you idiotic dick with legs!”

“You’d be too busy cumming on my dick, and you know that”

“Fuh- Wanna bet?”

“You ever been to Vegas? Because you seem to be into purposefully losing money”

“Who said I was talking about money?”

“What are you suggesting, then?”

“I ride you, and whoever cums first gives the other five minutes”

“Five minutes?”

“To do what the other wants with them. Mmmmhh- Deal?”

“Deal. Straddle me”

“You have no idea what you just put yourself into”

“Can’t wait to find out”

“Mmmmhhh, can you even handle cumming twice in the span of five minutes?”

“I could handle anything. But I’m afraid you’re not gonna get to find out”

“Oh, such a powerful man”

“You’re the one who’s moaning here”

“Yeah, wanna join?”

“Aaaahh, fucking, slow down!”

“Already begging?”

“We haven’t even started, as far as I’m concerned”

“Really? Cause by the way you’re gripping onto that pillow, most would disagree”

“Mmmmgh- You have no idea”

“What? It seems to me, that I know a lot of things. Nnngh. I know you love how I’m riding you, I know you’ll come before me, and I know you’re a weak man, who only takes bets because his disproportionate ego can’t fathom the idea of a girl, and a smaller girl nonetheless, having him beg for mercy!”

“Mmmmgwaaaahhh, aaah, ah… aah…”

“Pathetic”

“...”

“Fucking pathetic little boy, you came in, how long was that, even?”

“Fuh- You sex-addicted bitch…”

“Heh. You don’t deserve any of this”

“...”

“Now lay still, legs up”

“What?”

“Fucking, bend your legs and pull them up to your chest! Is that hard to understand?”

“Why? Just, choke me and let’s get this over with!”

“Hmph. You came, moaning like a whore, and now you’re trying to run away with your tail between your legs? You wanna get away with a pair of tiny hands around your neck? You don’t have a clue, do you? Honestly, that’s just cute. You’re a cute little bitch, that’s what you are. Now, for the last time, your fucking legs. Up.”

“What do you wanna do?”

“This”

“Gwaaaahhh- Not your tongue there! Jesus Christ, fuck!”

“...”

“Please. Please. Mmmmggghh- Please, just beat my dick. Just, destroy it. Fuckkk- I’ll take anything”

“...”

“Whore, you whore. You bunny devil whore. Fuckinggg- You will see. You have no idea what- I’ll breaknngggaaaahh. Aaaahh. AAAAAAHHHHMMMMHHHFUH-”

“...”

“...”

“Honestly, felt like a punishment for me, more than anything”

-

footnotes.

i hope you have a great day today. especially, leaf.