#yandere jisung smut

[hanjisick]

chemical infatuation

genre. yandere au. patient!jisung x researcher!reader

desc. jisung takes part in a high-paying yet sketchy study with seemingly no risks, but the injection causes him to quickly grow obsessed with the daytime staff member assigned to his study.

warnings. needles. vomit. murder.

wc. 3.5k

“is it a bad time to tell you that i’m a little claustrophobic?” your patient, han jisung, nervously shifted in his seat, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

“we have to keep you in this containment during our research.“

the containment room, with its dim lighting and cushioned walls, seemed to close in on him. the dimensions felt constricting, heightening the anxiety surging through his veins.

every inch of the space was under surveillance, every move to be meticulously scrutinized by the watchful eyes of researchers.

what a sketchy situation. but it was better than he had expected from a craigslist ad that he had chanced upon.

the snap of your rubber gloves pulled him away from his thoughts, “it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

500 million won. that was enough for him to do anything.

“i’m fine. i’m ready.”

“alright then, pull your arm out of your sweater for me.”

“i have a tank top underneath.” the boy shuffled out of the sweater and placed it onto his lap.

“and as the paperwork says, you have no allergies, anaphylaxis, or any history of mental illness?”

“nope.”

he flinched as the cool alcohol pad met his bicep.

“the medication we are testing for you should not hurt you much as far as we are concerned,” you began prepping the needle and syringe, “the only side effects that we predict could be a minor headache for a couple of days. it is not dangerous.”

jisung closed his eyes as you squeezed his arm slightly, pushing the needle through his skin.

you gently placed the gauze onto his arm, “finished. how do you feel immediately?”

“normal. a little shaken up from nerves, but no problems. what do i do now?”

“you’ll be watched for a month. the only restrictions are that you aren’t allowed to leave this room or use any devices.”

the idea of isolation and confinement weighed a bit heavily on him, but he was determined to see it through.

you motion towards the mattress in the corner, “we will change your bedding twice throughout the month. let us know if you are uncomfortable with the temperature of the room, need extra bedding, or anything else.”

jisung nodded.

“let us know if you need to use the bathroom and we will temporarily disable the cameras for your privacy. but we will take urine samples if we deem it necessary.”

“and what about food?”

“you’ll be fed three meals per day, with two snacks.”

“thank you. that’s all i need to know,” he paused for a moment, “other than your name. what’s your name?”

“y/n l/n,” you gather your paperwork, “your personal belongings will be returned once we go through to make sure there is nothing that could alter our research.”

the door had closed and locked, leaving jisung alone in the room with just his thoughts to keep him company until his stuff was given back to him.

Beginning Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung feels nervous about receiving the injection. Administered at 16:38 with no noted side effects.

you watched the boy through the array of cameras placed strategically throughout the room as he lay on the mattress. his sweater was haphazardly discarded across the room, a seemingly small attempt to make himself more comfortable in the sterile, plain environment.

despite the initial nerves of a new medication, nothing had seemed to happen. at the fifteen-minute mark, you stepped away from the cameras for a moment— if there were to be a severe sudden reaction, it would have manifested by now, you reasoned.

throughout your shift, your attention continued to drift back to the screens displaying jisung’s every move. with each glance, you found him engaged in various activities—doodling, writing in a journal, or simply staring off into space, lost in thought.

nothing seemed to go wrong. perhaps this medication would be approved.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested night snacks. He had slept well. No side effects were recorded.

you press the bright red button, lowering your mouth to the microphone.

“how is everything down there? any side effects?”

“y/n? is that you speaking?”

“yes,” you were surprised that the boy had remembered your name, “what are your symptoms?”

“you should come into the room to speak with me. i’m lonely here.”

“i have to record your symptoms. i can’t come down there unless i know that you’re stable.”

the microphone had only barely picked up his sigh. “i’m normal.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“nope. nothing. everything’s fine. just lonely.”

you sigh. he seemed normal. he was lying in bed, staring up at one of the cameras.

so it was fine, right?

you push open the door, greeted by the grinning patient on his mattress.

“you smell nice. what products do you use?”

what an odd conversation starter. “nothing special. just a lavender-scented body wash.”

he nods. “the overnight staff were fine, but i think that i prefer you. i can’t put my finger on it quite yet.”

was jisung naturally this blunt with his words? or was he flirting with you?

“what do you plan to do during your stay here?”

he leans back against the cushioned wall, “i compose songs for artists. i figured that it would be easy to get a lot of work done in here.”

“i see. is that your songwriting journal then?” you eye the small black book and pen next to him.

he takes the pen into his hand, “yup. it’s one of the few things that i brought here.”

“you’ll have to show me some of your work sometime throughout the month.”

“you can look at my work now,” he grins, clicking the pen, “my name is HAN. look me up.”

the name stays in your mind as you exit the room and lock the door. you find your way back to your seat at the cameras to supervise the man, pulling your lunch out of your back.

one hand holds a sandwich as the other browses through safari, looking at the songs that your patient had composed.

you hadn’t heard any of them, but perhaps it would be a good idea to look into the lyrics. it would give you things to talk about with him for the following month.

the rest of the shift was boring. you watched as he wrote in his notebook, ate his food, hummed to himself— nothing interesting.

the most intriguing thing that you experienced was the occasional ‘help!’ button being pressed, only for the man to announce that he needed to take a piss.

your misery was ended once your coworker entered the room, placing his keys and bag down on the table.

a sigh of relief left you, “thank god. it’s so boring.”

“thanks for the warning.”

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested no night snack. Awoke at 01:00 and 03:00. Specified no reason for waking. Special request for morning staff: Deliver lavender-scented body wash.

your eyes stared down at the note with slightly widened eyes.

perhaps he had good intentions, perhaps your defenses were just too high. after all, he might just like the scent of lavender like you did.

“good morning. any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“my arm is a little sore, and i’m a bit restless, but that is all.”

you record his answers— finally something to write down.

“i saw your request from last night. i’ll get a staff member to deliver your body wash. did you run out? i’m sure we gave you enough.”

“i still have some. i just wanted to try yours out.”

how strange.

“you’re coming down to see me today, right?”

“not today. i want to see if your symptoms worsen throughout the day. it’s best to be careful.”

you watch through the camera as he slumps back, visibly disappointed.

today, the boy had begun to act a little bit differently. every couple of minutes, he would stop his writing to look up at the camera.

you would hold eye contact with him for a few moments, even though he couldn’t see you before he would look back down again with a large grin that wasn’t on his face before.

soon, the bottle of body wash was delivered to his room.

“y/n! is that you?” he jumped out of bed as the lock clicked, only to be disappointed to see a man in a mask and gloves leave it right inside of the door.

he crept towards the bottle, snapping the lid off, holding it up to his nose, then inhaling deeply.

“it smells like you.”

you clenched your teeth, writing down the reactions.

walking over towards the center of the room, he peeled his t-shirt off his frame, then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

you shrieked, slamming the buttons to disable the camera.

he was supposed to tell you when he needed privacy.

with shaky hands, you began to jot down his behaviors.

once ten minutes had passed, you turned the camera back on in hopes that he was decent again. this time, you had enabled the camera with caution, only to see that he was showering.

you disable it once again and decide that this would be a good time to have lunch.

the image of the naked man was etched into your mind as you tried to force the salad down your throat.

it was a good thirty minutes until you got the courage to turn the camera back on, sighing in relief as you saw him on his bed with sweatpants on once again.

jisung stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes, chest rising and falling— you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

you press the button. “everything alright in there?”

he perked up, “y/n, everything is just fine. i wish you were in here, though, instead of behind that stupid camera.”

you bite your lip uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond.

changing the subject would be best.

“lunch will be delivered soon.”

“good. i’m a bit hungry.”

you take your finger off of the button, sitting back in your seat, waiting for your shift to be over.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate most of dinner and requested no night snack. Had difficulty falling and staying asleep. Awoke many times to journal. Refused conversation about his symptoms.

“y/n? you’re here, right? right?”

you had only just opened the door to the surveillance room, met with his muffled voice through the speakers.

“y/n? y/n? baby? my beautiful doll?”

the nickname caught you off guard, breath caught in your throat.

before answering, you grabbed the pen off the desk to jot down the behavior. this was not normal.

he stared directly into the camera. “i know you’re here. i journaled the minutes until he would leave and you would replace him.”

your legs shook as you took a seat.

why were you so nervous? it wasn’t like you were in danger. the door was locked. his body language did not seem hostile.

but his eyes told a different story. they were dark, crazed, restless.

“doll? can you hear me? can you hear me?”

your voice stuttered, “what are your symptoms?”

“i missed your voice, y/n.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“none,” jisung answered quickly, “so you can come down and see me, right?”

you lied through your teeth. “not today. we are still a bit worried about yesterday’s symptoms.”

“fuck!” his forehead hit against the wall.

you took your finger away from the button.

he balled his hand into a fist before hurling it towards the same wall.

jisung crumbles to the floor. “i can’t take it anymore.”

“are you alright? are you in pain? do you need help?” you grasp your pen with an unsteady hand, “tell me what’s going on. talk to me.”

“i need to see you again, i waited all night just for you to tell me no.”

“it’s for the safety of you and myself.”

his voice was barely above a raspy whisper, “i promise i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.”

“jisung,” you started sternly, “i’m unable to see you. please abide by the rules of the study.”

“can’t i quit?”

“you signed a form stating that unless there is a medical emergency, you aren’t to leave this room. i’m quite not sure that you’re in your right state of mind right now.”

“i would be fine if you’d let me see you again.”

it was pointless to argue with the man, so you let go of the button, jotting down the conversation.

jisung did not eat, speak, or move from his spot that day.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation.

“doll, you’re back.” his raspy voice announced your presence just as you opened the door as if he was in the room with you.

on the camera, he was spread out in the middle of the floor like a starfish. his blonde hair covered his face, but you could still see the eye bags forming under his sunken eyes.

“i have a bit of a headache. i’m dizzy. my throat is dry,” he answered your questions for you, “will i get to see you today, doll?”

you were a bit afraid to answer, hesitating as you pressed the button, “i’m sorry. no.”

“but i will be able to see you after the study, right? after the study you’ll marry me, right?”

your heart dropped into your stomach at the words.

“i have a partner, jisung.”

“i know,” he smiled lightly, “it’s me. but soon i’ll be your husband, right?”

this was too much. you felt sick. you needed to alert the rest of the team and let someone else take over this case. hell, you might even quit your job.

“imagine you as han y/n. it sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?”

his crazed voice rang through your ears as you stood up from your seat.

“nobody else has ever made me feel this way, do you know that? all i want is you. and i’ve only seen you twice. isn’t that absurd? love is just so beautiful.”

his words caused you to still. you felt like a deer in headlights.

“do you think the shot is what made me crazy? because ever since we met eyes after you gave it to me, i couldn’t stop thinking about you. about your touch, even through the gloves. all of my songs have been about you. i even drew you.”

waves of nausea came crashing down on you.

“i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.”

jisung scoffed at the thought of him, “and he’s the one who gets the pleasure of passing by you every day? do you like him? i’ll gouge his eyes out and wear his skin if you like him more than me, hm?”

you raced towards the trash can in the corner of the room, stomach churning as your breakfast came right out of your mouth.

the smell was putrid, acidic, disgusting. but not as disgusting as the words of the sick man behind the camera.

“did you watch me shower, my love? i don’t mind if you did. your lavender body wash felt so good on my body, i imagined it was you in there with me, washing my body yourself—“

you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

“he’s crazy! he’s gone mad!” you point towards the surveillance room, tears streaming down your face as you try to explain the situation to the nearest person that you can find.

“calm down. go to the break room. i’ll alert the rest and we’ll handle it.”

“you’ll be okay,” a staff member reassures, handing you a much-needed drink from the vending machine, “he won’t be able to escape. we will detain him and try to get him any help that we can.”

“even aside from how creepy he was, i just feel terrible, you know? i gave him that shot.”

“it isn’t your fault. he knew what he was getting into. we tried our best to determine the effects. there was no way of knowing.”

although he was right, guilt and horror still ate you up as you rested your head in your hands.

“this is why our job is important, so that only one person gets hurt instead of an entire population of people.”

“what a shitty job.”

he laughed as he got up, “tell me about it. i’m gonna go see what i can do to help. let us know if you need anything.”

the door closes and you lay your head down on the table, closing your eyes.

all you could think about was the man and his words.

‘i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.’

would he be able to leave? would he be able to get over this love sickness? is it reversible? nobody knew anything about it. the only thing that could be done is watching him.

it only seemed to get worse over the days, and you didn’t want to know what he would be like at the end of the month.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, psychosis

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation aside from asking for previous staff, Y/N L/N.

you no longer worked with jisung. instead, you had been assigned to a new case.

“it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

“i’m not nervous. go ahead and inject me, doctor,” the patient joked, pulling her sleeve up.

“and as the paperwork says, your only allergy is mild reaction to shellfish, but no anaphylaxis or any history of mental illness?”

“all correct.”

you were wiping her bicep with alcohol when the door had opened, screams piercing your ears from outside of the soundproof room.

“y/n?”

blood dripped onto the floor from his heaving form, eyes bloodshot and locked right on your form. in his hand, he held a loaded handgun, the smell of gun powder seeping into the room.

the patient in front of you screeched, immediately making a run for it before her brains were splattered across the room.

your ears rung from the shot, standing stalk still as jisung approached you.

everything was moving too quickly. you couldn’t process a single thing. your head was spinning. you needed to survive.

“please, i’ll do anything, don’t hurt me.”

“i told you. i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.” a bloody hand ran through your hair, taking advantage of your frozen figure.

“i can’t believe i’m so close to you right now.” his nose buried into your neck and you could feel the cold metal of the gun pressing against your back.

“they’re all dead. and you’re back.”

he dropped the gun to the floor, fishing through his pocket.

before you could register what was happening, jisung had already lodged a needle into your arm.

“sleep tight, my doll, i’ll get us out of here.”

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[wegc]

All of this perv! Talk is getting me 🫠🤤

I love the way you write Chan but how do you think the other boys would be as pervs

I feel like Han would be the nastiest perv

Seungmin would be secret like taking upskirt photos and stuff

Minho would be possessive as hellll

But let me know what you think, doesn’t need to be a full think if you want just some thoughts

Love the work you put out, can’t wait for more!🧡

If it’s available can I be 🧡anon?

first of all, thank you so much🥹

and YES omg, i agree with you completely. jisung and minho (i think) would be the nastiest and would be the only two with absolutely no shame in what they’re doing (especially minho hehe).

jisung holds first place for panty stealing and shows no remorse when he encounters you looking for them! i can picture him purchasing a cute gift box that contains all your stolen underwear—articles of cotton and lace fabric messily shoved in there.

he also definitely takes photos of you in compromising positions and fists his little cock to them, moaning and whining loudly, with zero intent to secrete what he’s doing.

and seungmin taking up-skirt photos omg. he finds you so captivating when you’re dressed up girlishly, and skirts are his absolute favourite, not only because you look so lovely, but because you’re extra accessible. he can’t help but stand behind you, pretending to look for something as he takes quick photos of your covered cunt to keep for later (he prays one day that he’ll catch you naked under the skirt).

i can also see seungmin grinding his hard-on against your ass whenever you’re sitting on his lap, sighing and squeezing your hips firmly as you look behind to stare at him curiously.

minho would be so possessive, oh my gosh.

i can picture him trying to figure out your cellphone password in hopes of discovering nudes in there when you’re not around.

once he ultimately figures it out, he steals your phone as you’re sleeping and impatiently unlocks your hidden photos, his cock swelling upon uncovering hundreds of photos of your tits and cunt—photos of you in lingerie, videos of you fucking yourself—holy shit, he thinks, were you always such a fucking slut?

he immediately sends them to himself and deletes the chat afterwards to keep you from finding out.

after scrolling through all of your photos and having his fair share of pleasure jerking himself off to all of them, he looks through the rest of your phone late into dusk, dedicating hours to examining your messages, social media, etc. who just followed you? who did you just call?

he feels himself grow irritated with the number of men you speak to, not many to the average individual but enough for lee minho—you didn’t send any of them your nudes, right?

whatever, whether you did or didn’t, you certainly weren’t going to anymore—not when he’s blocking every single man he’s concerned about from your phone. he’ll confess to you soon anyway—you’re already his, as far as he’s concerned.

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[neocentral]

Rating: 18+. mdni. Pairing: Park Jisung x Reader Synopsis: The night Jisung had longed for didn't go as planned, leaving him clueless and confused. Feeling desperate, Jisung decided to confront you. Word Count: 5.6k Trigger Warnings: noncon, manipulation, very brief self-harm mention (skin picking), recreational drug use (marijuana) Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, loss of virginity, biting, slight scent kink Warning: My tags are not exhaustive. Proceed at your own discretion. Note: I don't usually write full-length fics so feedback and comments are appreciated! Wonbin version (I am riizeblr!)

You weren’t answering. 

It had been three days since he had seen you and all that came after was missed phone calls and text messages left on delivered. You couldn’t even be bothered to open them. Jisung didn’t get it. What had he done wrong? You were being so cruel to him, especially after he had bared his heart to you days ago, left himself vulnerable and at your mercy. And now, you were making Jisung feel unwanted.

You acted like it was unexpected, something Jisung also failed to understand. There was nothing unexpected about any of this. Jisung had been scattering hints left and right since he met you. Back when the two of you were experiencing the unfortunate changes of puberty, brace-faced and skin littered with blemishes. But even then Jisung knew there would never be anyone he would want more than you. And you had been reciprocating. 

You had stuck by Jisung through everything. You complimented and consoled him when he was too afraid of his daily contacts and he walked around with his cracked lenses for weeks before he got his hands on new glasses that were just as unflattering. You defended him angrily, tripping the boy who had teased Jisung’s lanky stature during gym, making sure to laugh louder than anyone else on the field when his nose met the ground. You had jumped into his arms as he dropped his matching admissions letter onto your desk, your smile bigger than his while you expressed your excitement of experiencing the world alongside him. 

That was why the lack of responses left Jisung in the dark, escaping into the depths of his mind trying to piece together what happened. The night was perfect for Jisung—all of it. The setbacks didn’t feel like much to him knowing that things had undoubtedly changed that night, outweighing the certain struggle that had occurred.

Clearly, you didn’t feel the same.

Jisung threw his head back, banging it against the plush headrest of his car, exasperated and exhausted. He hadn’t slept since that night. His bed suddenly felt much too big and his body felt much too cold without you. Jisung tossed and turned, rubbing his puffy eyes as he stared at the ceiling for hours until he couldn’t take it and he picked up his phone again to text you, hoping you’d finally respond.

He sighed, feeling his lip twitch while he opened his messages, staring back at only a fraction of his pathetic pleading for your attention.

Today 2:46AM

Jisung: are you feeling okay?

Missed Call (2) 2:58AM

Today 6:47AM

Jisung: you aren’t answering me…

Missed Call 9:17PM

Today 12:46PM

Jisung: love :(

Missed Call (3) 1:18PM

Today 1:27PM

Jisung: ???

Missed Call (6) 5:58PM

Today 6:14PM

Jisung: pick up the phone y/n

Today 7:24PM

Jisung: this is getting kinda old now, don’t you think?

Today 8:01PM

Jisung: hello???

Today 9:34PM

Jisung: 🙄

Delivered.

Jisung blinked at his screen, a thumb hovering over the keyboard again. His other hand sat on his steering wheel, fingers anxiously tapping. He looked up. All the lights in your apartment building were dimmed, but he knew you were awake. You never slept this early, growing paranoid as your neighbors slept. The silence made you anxious. The mental image of darkened hallways and the flickering lights in the elevator. The emergency door was broken too, left ajar and unwatched. Jisung had advised you to move out, sending link after link about vacant apartments in his building.

You’ll be safe near me… I won't let anything happen to you.

You always dismissed him. You couldn’t afford an apartment on his side of town on your own and he knew that, but something inside him wanted to tempt you into asking him to save you in some way. It’s not like you hadn’t asked him before. You used to call Jisung to keep you company over the phone. You would tell him how comforting his voice was, his steady breathing calming your heart. Jisung wondered if you were still scared. Who else would you call? Jisung didn’t like where his mind took him.

Is this how you felt? All those nights alone in your rundown home, alone and surrounded by silence. Jisung wondered what it would feel like to be comforted by you, this time. After the words exchanged that night you should be more than willing. But then again, he wouldn’t be feeling this way if it weren’t for you.

Slender fingers hovered over his keyboard.

Today 10:33PM

Jisung: pick up the pho|

Jisung: I’m serious y/n|

Jisung: I’m running out of patie|

No.

Jisung: you won’t like what I’m about to do|

Jisung bit his lip, eyeing the words he typed without hesitation. What would he do? He blinked as an idea flashed in his mind.

No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Jisung: please don’t make me|

Jisung: please don’t ma|

Jisung: please d|

Jisung: ple|

Jisung swallowed. Would he?

Today 10:34PM

Jisung: you’re being incredibly immature.

Minutes passed and Jisung felt ridiculous for feeling dejected at the unchanging delivered. He didn’t know what he was expecting. He sighed again and slipped out of his car, kicking loose gravel and glancing over his shoulder as he pressed a button on his keys, watching the headlights flash as the doors locked. Once. Twice. He sniffled, the freezing wind making his nose run, catching him off-guard despite seeing the condensation fogging his windows throughout the hours he spent in his car. 

The metal box of the keypad was even colder. He hurried as he entered the code on the keypad to let himself inside. He doubted it would take much to enter even if he didn’t have the passcode. Jisung paused, shaking his hair out of his eyes, what if something had happened to you? What if you were right the entire time and there truly was something lurking in the halls? A farfetched theory, but he still found himself feeling guilty for growing frustrated by you. 

The trek up to your door was familiar. The walk that would leave him feeling giddy whenever you decided phone calls weren’t enough, but this time, his heart clenched. Each step he took made him feel like he was walking closer and closer to something he wasn’t prepared for.

The wood on the edges of your front door was chipped and the layer of paint thrown on top was streaky and thin. Jisung raised his fist, three confident knocks placed to the center. Jisung took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he waited for the rattle of your weathered copper doorknob. 

Nothing. 

Today 10:58PM

Jisung: I’m outside 

Read 10:58PM

Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat. The desperation to speak to you, and clarify the events of that night amplified. He tapped his foot.

Jisung: open the door

Read 10:59PM

Jisung sighed, eyes flickering from the dim screen of his phone to the peeling paint of your front door.

Jisung: please?

Jisung: ?

If it weren’t for the breath caught in his throat, Jisung wouldn’t have heard the light padding of socked feet against the wooden floors. He doesn’t know how you do it. It was impressive that you had adapted to the subpar condition until you learned how to navigate your apartment in total silence, avoiding every loose wooden panel, light on your feet that were never missing cutely patterned socks. Jisung can see the thick fluffy socks in his mind, their lining protecting your precious feet from the cold ground. 

Jisung was the opposite. It was like he couldn’t get away from the weak spots. His feet made an ugly creak bounce off the walls as he gave you a sheepish look. You smiled and told him you didn’t mind, unafraid of a little noise with him around. It made Jisung feel good to hear you say that. Each time, his heart swelled even bigger.

“I can hear you,” Jisung said, cheek hovering next to the door. “C’mon… let me in.”

He knew you could hear the pout in his words. You knew him well enough to know what he was feeling without him needing to tell you. He knew you just as well, at least, he thought he did. He was still baffled by this entire situation, lost and confused. 

Jisung waited and still, nothing. 

Jisung felt his eyes narrow and a thump in his heart. “Open the goddamn door, y/n.” He scoffed, “don’t you think I deserve some sort of explanation? At least give me that much.”

“Jisung?” you said, nothing above a whisper. 

Jisung felt his breath leave his lungs. Your voice. God, he missed your sweet voice. “Yeah,” a small smile of relief lifted the corners of his lips, “it’s me… open up so we can talk, okay?”

His teeth caught his bottom lip as he waited, trying to calm his nerves. This time, the familiar rattle met his ears. The copper doorknob began to twist after a few harsh pulls. Jisung used to joke about you getting locked in, a teasing grin directed at you as he told you that not all monsters lurk outside.

Jisung saw your hands first. Your nails were coated with chipped nail polish, the same color you had been wearing the last time he saw you. They were a soft pink, the shade doing wonders for the melanin in your skin. But, you had been anxiously picking at the skin around your fingernails, some bits pulled too far, leaving your fingers littered with sore, exposed flesh. It was one of your worst habits, one that Jisung actively tried to control. When his usual tactics failed to work, he would sometimes offer his own hands. He let you pick and pull on his sensitive skin just so you wouldn’t hurt your precious digits. Jisung grazed his fingertips, feeling nothing but unharmed skin. 

His eyes followed the trail of your arm as it came into view, covered in the material of an old long-sleeve that you wore almost daily in high school. Jisung had fond memories of the time. Dimmed lights and hushed voices late into the night at weekly sleepovers, secrets shared beneath blankets, or morning strolls to school with a warm cup of hot chocolate Jisung had prepared held in your gloved hands.

Jisung almost gasped when he saw your face. His heart clenched, his hands itching to reach for you and pull you close. He wanted to pull you against his chest, letting you hear the steady beat of his heart to soothe you until you finally hugged him back, gripping his shirt like he would slip away. Jisung would never dream of doing such a thing. 

Jisung observed your under-eyes, the skin weighted and dark in color. Even the shade of your irises looked dulled. It was clear you hadn’t gotten any rest, much like Jisung. You probably sat awake all night, brain wandering to Jisung’s skin like his did yours. You looked at him, pupils flickering around his face that didn’t look any better than yours. The effects of being apart were apparent. You needed Jisung as much as he needed you. Perhaps this time apart made you realize that.

You blinked slowly, lashes fluttering and brushing against your swollen cheeks. Your lips puckered, teeth beginning to nibble on the inside of your cheek. Another terrible habit. Jisung wanted to kiss you, distract your restless mouth with his tongue. He wouldn’t mind, already feeling deprived of the taste of your tongue. 

He lifted his hand, ghosting it over your chin. You recoiled immediately, moving your face from reach. Jisung swallowed. “You’ll hurt yourself, love.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

Jisung knew what you were apologizing for. You were apologizing for gnawing on your cheek, not for all the pain you had caused him. That is what you should be remorseful about. His tears, his stress, his confusion.

“It’s okay,” his voice was soft, movements slow as he stepped into your home. “The last few days have been hard for both of us.” Jisung kicked off his shoes, gaze fixed on your face that held an unfamiliar expression. “Things will be better now that we’re together.” He approached you slowly, hands lifted to show that he was no harm to you. Jisung would never hurt you.

You looked down, fiddling with your harmed fingers. Jisung heard you draw a breath. “I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Jisung’s mouth felt dry, his heart felt heavy in his chest, and his brain paused, “what?”

Your lips wobbled, the breaths through your nose short and rough. “I can’t… I don’t,” you exhaled through your mouth, soothing yourself this time. “I don't want to see you anymore.”

It was Jisung’s turn to be silent. What do you mean? Why don’t you want to see him? What had he done wrong? What had changed? Aside from the obvious inevitable progression of your relationship. It was bound to happen, surely you knew that.

“Love,” Jisung began.

“Stop calling me that!” you snapped.

Jisung tutted. He had always called you “love,” it was nothing new. It was second nature to him and you had never commented on it before, you simply responded like he had called you by your name. To Jisung you were love. You were his love.

“Okay. Y/n,” he emphasized, “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say here. What do you mean you don’t want to see me anymore?”

Your eyes turned glossy when you looked at him, voice shaky, “you hurt me.”

Jisung frowned, “no, I didn’t. I would never. You know that.” 

Your next words were hardly audible but your eyes were blazing. “I didn’t want you.”

Jisung couldn’t deny that it stung to hear you say that. That night had been so beautiful. Perfect. An unforgettable memory Jisung’s entire being wished to recreate. 

The stars were high in the sky that night, and the noises of the city were inaudible as endless trees surrounded Jisung’s car. You were huddled in the backseat�� together like you always had been and always will be– giggling uncontrollably with a stolen blunt in between his slender fingers. Jisung liked you best when you laughed. When you didn’t hold back the cheerful shifts of your face, when you didn’t cover your mouth to withhold your precious laughter. 

Jisung held the blunt to your plush lips, raising a dark eyebrow to signal you to inhale the burning plant. You giggled one final time, placing your hand atop his knee as you leaned in, red-tinted pout wrapping around it. Jisung tried to look away from your lips but he was only met with the sight of your hazy eyes and heavy lids blinking up at him. You inhaled deeply, fingers pushing into his knee as you pulled away. Your fingers pushed into his leg as you held the smoke in your lungs, releasing a slow, teasing stream into his face. Jisung coughed, waving his hand in front of his face as you continued to laugh, face still close to his.

He wanted to kiss you so badly. You looked ethereal under the faint stereo light, a golden cast lighting one side of your pretty face as the other was painted with a starry blue hue. It was quiet aside from the instrumental buzz of Jisung’s playlist and the sizzle of burning bud. Then, Jisung’s breath as his heart began to thump. The longer he stared at your mouth the more his lips craved to touch yours that hovered so closely. 

Before he knew it, his lips pressed against yours. It was nothing more than a fleeting peck, a graze of pouty lips against one another. Still, Jisung felt his heart flip, the drug-induced weightlessness flowing through his body made worse by his vibrating lips. 

He couldn’t pinpoint the expression on your face when he finally managed to open his eyes but Jisung swears your eyes were conveying the same burning lust as his. What else could it be?

Cupping your face, Jisung pulled you flush to his puckered lips. He savored the feeling of your soft lips against his, every dry crack, and tasting remnants of strawberry lip balm. You had gifted Jisung the extra that came in the pack of two, playfully pinching his lips as you handed it to him. You need it, you’d said. You go around kissing girls like that? Jisung only laughed, keeping his head in place for you to hold for as long as you wanted. He never used it, leaving it in the center console for you to use when you got in his car as if you owned it, like everything that was his was yours. Jisung liked seeing the way you applied it, carefully circling your mouth with precision. 

Jisung’s tongue carefully flicked your lip, thumb brushing your cheek as he did so. He still felt your hand on his knee, so close yet so far from where he craved your touch. 

He caught your tongue when you began to speak. Words Jisung will never hear were swallowed by his eager mouth that took the opportunity to roam the inside of yours. He could taste it all, saliva tainted with the flavor of weed and the unfinished package of gummy worms you had carelessly thrown behind you after Jisung offered you another hit. 

He moaned against your lips as he moved his touch to your hips, desperation getting the best of him. He yanked on your sides until you rested on his thighs, warm and soft and weighted. His hands roamed your sides, slipping up and down your frame as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling experimentally. Jisung whined, pleased with the sharp pain.

The sound seemed to take you out of whatever mindset you were in as you began to pull away from his kiss. Jisung, however, couldn’t get himself to stop. His lips traveled along your jaw and down the line of your neck, licking away the salty sweat caused by the heater Jisung had forgotten to turn off. He moaned against you, nosing at the wet kisses he left behind, hoping that by inhaling deep enough, he could smell himself on your skin. 

You whimpered when Jisung nibbled on your collarbone. Your hands found his hair again, “Ji…”

Jisung shivered, cock slowly filling with blood after hearing the shake in your voice. Unable to control himself, Jisung sank his teeth into the side of your throat.

You jumped, pulling away from him. “Ouch,” you frowned, delicate fingertips ghosting over the area.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he breathed. Your lips were puffy and Jisung felt his dick pulse. “C’mere,” he mumbled, running his fingers along the hem of your shirt.

You placed your hands on his, “I don’t think this is a good idea…”

Jisung hummed, leaning in until his nose touched your chest, “yes, it is. C’mon, baby.” He inhaled your scent, “kiss me just a little bit.”

“No,” you squirmed, “we’re friends, Ji.”

“Friends like us kiss,” he reasoned absentmindedly. “Friends like us kiss and touch each other,” his touch slipped under your top, “make each other feel good. Make me feel better… I’ve waited so long.”

Jisung’s fingers reached the wire of your bra, pulling it up so he could slip his hand underneath. He cupped your breasts, groaning while pushing his face deeper into your chest, “so long.”

You shivered, “stop.” 

Jisung didn’t, instead, he pulled your shirt up and over your tits, yanking on your bra until it stretched above your chest. Jisung finally opened his eyes, shaking his hair from his face as he stared at the swells of your chest, watching your nipples harden, aimed at his mouth like they were asking him to kiss and suck and pinch.

You gasped as his warm mouth wrapped around one of the stiffened buds, gently sucking. You weakly pushed at his shoulder, “too far… this is too far.”

Jisung felt his pants tighten further, cock straining in his underwear. You writhed on his lap, unsure if you wanted to pull your chest away from his lips or press yourself against his pretty face.

He pulled on the string of his sweats, untying the loose fabric and pushing it down his thighs hurriedly. “No,” he said, leaving a wet kiss on the valley between your tits while his fingers crept closer to your skirt, “not too far. It’s not too far. It’s okay, okay?”

You jolted, recoiling at the sensation of his dripping head against your clothed folds. “No! Too far. Let me go.”

Jisung made a sound, pained and slightly hurt by your resistance. “I can’t. I need you. Look…” You didn’t. You couldn’t. You couldn’t face the dim sight of Jisung’s cock standing tall against his toned stomach, leaking and ready to push inside your velvet walls as his eager fingers worked to push your thin panties to the side, exposing you to the warm air.

You shook your head, weak from the marijuana coursing through your veins. “I’m not ready,” you whimpered.

Jisung hadn’t thought much about the comment at the time, too focused on aligning his cock to your hole. You were too sensitive, dripping from brief nipple stimulation. You clung to Jisung as he pushed inside you, tense and shaking your head against his long hair, whimpering. You hissed, nails pushing into his shirt, mumbling in pain. But Jisung couldn’t bring himself to care, too entranced by the tight squeeze around his dick, your body pressed against his, your searing breath, whimpers, and whines brushing past his ear.

Jisung should have known. A part of him feels guilty, but another feels smug, proud, and satisfied knowing that he was the first to defile you. Tucked into the backseat of his car, warm, high, and loving.

He hoped you could feel it. The love in the help he offered as he made you ride him, the love in every thrust when he couldn’t take the slow pace and he laid you down, fixing your messy hair until it left your pretty face. Your wet face. Jisung told himself it was sweat that covered it. It was tears from feeling too good. Tears of joy. Anything but what he knew it was.

Though, none of that mattered now.

Now you stood in front of him, a fiery film over your devastated gaze. You crossed your arms over your chest, holding onto your shoulders, concealing yourself. Your hair was out of place, your face was devoid of makeup and weighed down by dark circles, and your lips were bitten raw. The same lips that wrapped around every syllable of the statement Jisung can’t get himself to believe. 

I didn’t want you.

Jisung chuckled, the noise devoid of amusement. “Sure, you didn’t.”

Jisung watched your chest inflate as you inhaled, glancing at the wall behind his head and avoiding his eyes as they looked for yours. “I told you I wasn’t ready. You just took it from me.” 

Jisung paused. It. You couldn’t even say the word of what he had claimed. Not taken. Claimed. It had always belonged to Jisung. Your virginity. Your innocence. Purity. Whatever you wanted to call it. It all meant the same thing. Jisung had gotten the prize he craved for years, shooting his spent into your clean cunt, cream reaching far inside you, filled to the brim with him. Your precious cunt had received him so well, too. Your body knew what your mind didn’t. You wanted him.

“I know that’s what you said, but-”

Your eyes snapped towards him, looking at Jisung incredulously. “So you did hear me? You just chose to ignore me? To…” you paused, the roll of an “r” dying on your tongue. “You chose to take advantage of me?”

Jisung frowned. 

Your lips wobbled, “I was scared.”

“Maybe at first.”

“Excuse me?”

Jisung sighed, “you creamed around me, baby. You squeezed me so tight I could hardly move. You cried for me. Milked me dry.” Jisung licked his lips, the memory flashing behind his eyes as he blinked, “you wanted me.”

Your lips parted, closed, then parted again. Jisung could see the way your brain turned as you looked at him, but again, he couldn’t figure out what thoughts went through your mind.

Jisung took slow steps towards you, wood creaking beneath his feet, “I know you still think about it.” He reached for your face, “how good it felt to be so full.” 

You turned your face, removing Jisung’s touch. He reached for your hair instead, pushing it over your shoulder. “My cock fit inside you perfectly, didn’t it?” he tilted his head, slowly inching close to the crook of your neck, nose brushing against the surface. Jisung inhaled deeply, your scent made his eyes flutter shut. Your damp skin dripping with the smell of your sweet musk and body wash.  

You said nothing, breath hitching as Jisung’s tongue flattened against your neck, licking. You squirmed, raising your shoulder towards the side of your face, hands ghosting over his chest, but your intention was clear. “Jisung, please.”

Glancing away from you, Jisung huffed. His eyes found the pictures lining your walls, stagnant memories framed for all to see. Most of them featured Jisung. His favorite picture was meticulously arranged in the middle – Jisung’s doing, of course – the first picture to capture the attention of all who observed the crowded wall. 

Jisung’s arms were wrapped around your middle, his head rested on your shoulder. His hair was longer then, tangled with yours as the wind blew ruthlessly. Jisung remembered how cold it was, the ocean sending cold air in waves that made bumps rise along your skin. Your smile was as wide as his, eyes bright and beaming as you looked into the camera. 

“I love you.”

Jisung kept his eyes on the picture as he waited.

“I do, too, Jisung.” 

“No,” he shook his head. He faced you, cradling your face between his hands again. “I love you.”

“Jisung,” Your shoulders sag, your gaze dropping to the floor, “please don’t make me say it.”

“Then don’t.” A lump rose to Jisung’s throat, “Don’t. Because you do.”

“I don’t,” you whispered, a tear slipping from the corner of your eye. “I’m sorry but I don’t.”

Jisung felt his heart drop, “you do. I can prove it.”

His plump lips moved towards yours, his hold on your face lifting it. Your lips wobbled as he inched closer, scorching breath fanning his face, “please, don’t do this again.”

The words made Jisung pause. You knew his intentions. The act of love was on your mind too. Only now, Jisung knew it wasn’t in the way he would have hoped. What was a tarnished memory in your mind was one close to perfection in his. Your mind still betrayed you, telling you that none of this was supposed to happen. Jisung was meant to sit on the sidelines, watching as you stomped all over his heart until his last dying breath because you were unable to see what was there. The comforting and magnetic air that flowed between you and him, uniting you.

Jisung had only done something about it. It was unintentional, truly. Jisung hadn’t meant for any of it to happen but it still had. Everything worked in favor of your unbreakable bond. Your bodies had fit together like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for one another. Jisung would be damned if he let that get away. Especially now when it was inevitable that you would never want to see him again. You already told him so. What you and Jisung had would be thrown away, discarded like none of it ever mattered. 

Jisung had to show you how great it would be. No matter what lengths he had to go through to do it. 

He had never thought of hurting you before. He never wanted to. But a sick part of his mind knew he had to. His body moved on autopilot like he subconsciously knew what he had to do. He was capable of what he never thought was possible. 

Unlike the first time, the kiss Jisung placed on your lips was anything but gentle. His insatiable hunger led his lips as they moved against yours. He pushed himself against you, trailing his fingers down your shoulders. Your teeth clashed with his, desperation consuming him as he grazed your tits. His tongue slithered into your mouth, running across your teeth as his hands cupped your chest. Your mouth fell open as you gasped, giving Jisung access. His pink muscle slid against yours, the sensation making you recoil as you attempted to get away. A small whimper sounded through the room when your head thudded against the wall behind your head. Jisung chased your mouth, a moan muffled by your connected lips.

Jisung sank his teeth into your lower lip as he pulled away, moving his attention to your neck. “Jisung, please. We can talk about it,” your words were shaky and he felt the hitch in your throat under his lips.

“We already did,” he sighed, leaving pecks on your throat. “You won’t listen.”

“I will!” you said. “I promise I will! I’ll hear you out this time just please,” you flinched as Jisung groped your breasts, “don’t touch me again.”

“You won’t understand,” he mumbled, nosing at your shoulder, “but your body knows.” 

His touch inched toward your pants, pulling the elastic as he slipped his hands inside. Your cunt was as warm as he remembered, soft and puffy against his palm as the pads of his digits dragged along your slit. Sticky wetness leaked from your hole. Jisung groaned deeply, nibbling at your clothed shoulder, “you’re so wet for me.”

You sniffled, thighs pressing together as he tried to insert a long finger. You shook your head, the action ruffling his hair. Jisung moved his knee, lodging it between yours. Your legs opened, giving him the freedom to move his hands the way he pleased. Your hole fluttered against his knuckle as he shoved it inside you, your gummy walls sucking him in.

“That hurts, Ji, please,” your chest heaved with every word.

“I know,” he whispered, “but I have to stretch you out first. You’ll be okay, my love, I promise.” 

Jisung sucked on your neck as he inserted another finger, using light nibbles to distract you from the stretch in your core. He slid them in and out, pulling them apart to stretch you further. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, sucking him deeper. Jisung felt his cock jump against his pants, reminding him of the fire in his stomach and the desperation to feel you squeezing his hard dick. 

Your sweatpants fell off easily, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Jisung was quick with his pants, shoving them down his thighs just as he had the first time, only this time, they also fell to the ground, his belt buckle loud against the wooden floor.

He caught your eyes, seeing the way they widened as he pumped his cock, his intention clear in his features as he watched you. Resistance followed, pushes and squirms against him only serving to make him harder. Your chest rubbed against his, fabric still between you but Jisung didn’t care. Your pelvis curved forward in an attempt to push him away but instead, your bare cunt slid along his shaft.

Jisung hissed, gripping your hips with one of his hands, pushing you into the wall behind you. His cock dripped with precum, the substance allowing Jisung’s fist to easily glide up and down his length. 

Eager, he guided his cock towards your heat, using his leaking head to circle your swollen clit. A moan wrestled its way out of your throat, your arms stopping their flailing as he pushed his cock between your folds, quickly finding your fluttering hole that called for him. 

“Stop it,” you said, attempting to sound firm but your voice still shook.

Jisung simply shook his head, forcing the head of his cock inside you. He moaned loudly, bliss surging through his being with every inch he pushed into you. You cried out, the muscles of your thighs shaking in exertion around his hips. He kissed your neck again, biting harshly as he began to thrust in and out.

Your fighting picked up, punches and scratches landing on his back but they all went ignored as Jisung lost himself in the feeling he had missed and craved so deeply. Your head banged against the wall in frustration, and helplessness as Jisung rutted into you. The sounds that left his mouth were animalistic, his mental clarity making the euphoric squeeze even better.

Jisung couldn’t resist nosing at the sore flesh that you scrubbed raw the second you stepped into your apartment again. Despair and frustration fueled the aggressive drags of a washcloth along your skin. The scent had begun to fade, melting into the aroma of natural musk and slight neglect. Jisung relished in it, unknowingly making his thrusts pick up speed.

Finally, your body seized beneath him, the muscles along your body tightening. Your legs finally stopped kicking, your nails dragging across his back until they fell limp at your sides. Jisung lifted his face, hips stilling as he leaned towards you until his nose touched yours. “Keep cumming sweet girl,” He grinned, eyes fixed on your face. “See?”

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Red lights (part one) Hyunjin x F.reader x Felix

Genre:Smut,yandere,manipulation. [18+Minors DNI]

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Your fingers gripped the bedsheet helplessly as you felt an invisible demeanour penetrating your soul. Something compressing against your chest. It felt heavy. You could bearly breath,barely move an inch. Just sprawling on to the bed while whimpers leaving your lips for impending death. Are you dying? A tear escaped your eye. You swore someone was trying to rip out your soul off your body.

"St-stop..God-god have mer-mercy!" You cried out in last attempt. You heard an animalistic growl as the thing was pulled off from you by an invisible force. Crashing it against the wall opposite of your bed. The photoframe broke down from the ceiling,scattering the glasses. You screamed in horror seeing the scene in front of you.

"Lord! Lord have mercy on me!please please!" you kept repeating your words when you saw the thing turning into a seeable form. A human? You furrowed.

"I swear you on Jesus Christ!leave me alone!Jesus!" You repeated holding the blanket tight to your chest. You gulped. The thing.. The shadow shifted into a human form. A man. His black pitched eyes staring into your soul. He forced out one of his wrists from the wall. Wiping off his lips with one of the palms before sending a devilish smirk in your way. As if he pulled that smirk to see you shiver in fear.

"Sweetheart-" he took a heavy step towards you but he was pulled back again. He hissed in pain cursing the godly power that was pulling him backwards,away from you.

"Jesus christ please-my lord!" you murmured seeing it trying to reach out to you again. Your back was pressed against the bed frame then.

"I swear on your Jesus Christ that You" he paused hissing," Would. Scream. For. Me." he literally spelled out each word while his face twisted in pain, "Fuck! soon-DAMN IT!" he screamed in agony and was vanished in the air.

You could swear on your soul that last night was no hallucinations of yours. It really occured. The creature,his dark eyes...Still made you shiver in fear. But none of your friends trusted you. You tried to type something to reason out your logic to your friend circle over the phone. Maybe they would believe in your words now? But everything in vain.

You harshly threw your phone on the bed in dismay. You sighed. You stood in front of the mirror. You took out the hairbrush from the drawer. You were combing your curls absentmindedly that you didn’t notice the change in reflection on the mirror.

"None of them believed..Do I look like an idiot to brag out such things?" you murmured to yourself combing the knot of your hair.

"Whoever thinks you an idiot is the biggest idiot,darling."

Your eyes widened in shock. Your eyes frantically wandered anywhere but the mirror. And found none. You shook your head in distress. This might be another delusion of yours. You looked into the mirror and screamed in fear taking a few steps backwards. A reflection which didnt belong to you. A blonde man staring at you with the most beautiful doe eyes you had ever seen. Little cute freckles all over his nose. He tilted his head with a sad look,"not happy to see me?"

"Wha-what on earth?" you stuttered and fell flat on your ass. The man came out of the mirror to your horror and took a step towards you. You hovered back in fear. You looked at the blonde who was wearing black jacket over his black shirt. Chains after chains were wrapped around his slender neck. His blonde bangs falling over his forhead contrasting the freckles as he bend near you. His lips all puffy & red making him the most ravishing thing you had seen in a while.

"You're so beautiful.." he whispered tracing your chin with his fingers. Admiration sparkling in his eyes. You unconsciously leaned to his touch. You were hypotised in his beauty, in his aura.

"I'm not that beautiful.." you found yourseldlf mumble back.

"It’s just you don't know how breathtaking you are,Y/N.." he replied pressing his cold cheek against yours. You shivered in cold but your heart felt a weird sense of warmth.

"It's beating out so loud..." he placed his palm over your chest. "So tempting.." he complimented tracing your cleavage. You blushed under his gaze but your limbs felt like paralyzed. You couldn’t move just looking at the unreal man in front of you.

"Is it beating out so wild for me?" he asked rubbing your lips with his thumb. Signalling them to open up.

"Ye-yes." you found yourself mumble again. You heard him chuckle before he slipped his index finger past your lips. Your pupil dilated in shock.

"Suck on this babygurl,yeah?" he cooed placing one hand behind your head to push it forward against his engulfed finger. You couldn’t help rolling your tongue over his finger erupting a groan from him. He cursed and took out his finger to replace it with his lips against yours.

"My gurl is so perfect.. " he praised between the harsh kiss before pulling you off the ground. His hands started exploring all over your back as he steadied you on the floor. You moaned against his lips wanting more. His hands groped your ass pulling you further against his manhood. Your lips parted.

"My gurl wants some more?" he chuckled spanking your ass lightly. His hand traveled up to your chest and grope your breasts through your clothes,"Do you like it,mh?"

"Ye-yes.."

"Who am I to reject such beauty,huh?" he chuckled and was about to start unclothing you but suddenly your phone rang. The sudden ringtone taking you out of your daze. Your mind came to sense finally. You screamed in horror as you push the blonde off you. You quickly pulled up the laces of your dress over your shoulder

"Wha-what are you!" you screamed trembling in fear. Taking quick steps off him.

"You-Jesu-"

He tsked cutting you off,"Don't complete the word,darling"

When he saw you furrowing in confusion,his face broke into a smirk. He clicked his fingers together and you saw him getting vanished just like the demon last night.

"Wa-wait-" you tried to reach out but it was late. He was already gone. However, you heard his deep voice echoing in your room.

"babygurl,the name is felix if it concerns. "

You were crazy. Crazy would be an understatement. You were getting lunatic. Your world almost collapsed in front of you as you looked at the painting laid on the art paper. You woke up today and found it on the floor.

It was you. Naked.

Yes,naked.

Someone painted you in such indecent manner that you could barely think of. Your sleeping face lying one side of the bed. Your naked body sprawled out with your breasts barely covered with a white satin cloth. However,your cleavage was on full display while your legs rubbed up against each other as a moan leaving your lips. You didnt even miss the sweats dripping from your forehead from the outburst orgasm you were having on that art paper.

"How-how on-!Absurd!" you gritted your teeth though the blush on your cheeks were prominent.

Your face darkened and your skin hair erected suddenly. You lived alone. Who in the earth painted you and dropped it here inside your bedroom! You did check the doors,windows every night and you were sure of that.

For the past weeks,you felt someone watched you sleeping. You even felt faint touches here and there of your body as if someone was admiring you. Sometimes you would wake up the next morning to find some colors or broken nibs of color pencil split out on the floor. You did find it strange. However,everything was getting strange with you for some weeks.

Your eyes welled up clutching the painting. Something was wrong with you. You knew you hadn't hallucinated those two shadows or two men. They were real. The touches were. You felt humiliated in your own rented apartment.

"What's going wrong with me..what's gone wrong " you sobbed alone. You threw the painting away, "Fuck YOU! all of you!WHATEVER THE THING YOU ARE!" you broke down. You angrily took the painting to tear it down,then you noticed the signature. The italic letters.

Your fingers traced the words, "Hyunjin.."

After taking shower that night, you tucked yourself in your bed. You felt relieved after crying out loud in the shower for an hour. You tried so hard to tear the painting but couldn’t make up your heart to do so. There was something mesmerising, some force preventing from doing so. You could feel the passion in that art.

You snored a bit as you changed your side. You didn’t feel it's presence yet fortunately. Though the artist slowly hovered over you till his hot breath coated your skin. You moaned out sleepily as he placed some soft kisses on your neck. Your breath hitched as the soft kisses soon turned into love bites. Marking your delicate skin with his sinful teeth. Your eyes shot wide open as he bit the skin of your collarbone a bit rough.

"OH LORD!" the words slipped instantly out of your mouth seeing one of the most handsome faces hissing merely an inch away off your face. You forgot all the struggles, rather kept staring at his delicate features. His black bangs falling over his forehead. His dark eyes illuminating dominance. His sharp jawline was a cherry on top. His red lips parting a bit wide,taking it's sweet times after bruising your skin. He smirked seeing you checking him out despite your previous grudge against him.

"Hyunjin.." you were shocked that this name slipped out of lips. He offered you a sweet smile,"I knew my girl would recognise me.."

You didnt know why and how. Your mind, your body, your existence somehow knew it was the artist of that explicit painting. The man from the first night.. The more you looked into his eyes,the more you became drunk dazed. You didn’t know when he pressed his lips against you. Biting your lips for entrance. He bit your lip harsh eliciting a moan. Taking his chance to push his tongue inside. Exploring your mouth with his tongue.

"Such a sweet thing.. " he cooed. You tried to protest but you couldn’t move as if you were paralysed. You almost screamed out when he slipped his hand under your night dress. His cold fingers brushed against your breast playfully to make you escape lewd sounds for his fun. You were the toy of him. At least for that night.

He smirked and groped one of your breasts before pulling the gown off your shoulder.

"We don't need this,do we?" he chuckled and threw the gown somewhere in the room. You tried to cover yourself to save the minimum dignity that was left within you despite your desperateness. But he tsked,"No honey..They say never hide a masterpiece from an artist"

You cried out as he pinned both of your hands above your head with that. You spoke, "but-but you are not a human..."

He laughed and grind against you,"Can a human satisfy you like this?" You groaned pushing your hips up for more friction.

You were staring at this demonic man like a pervert as he unzipped his pant and freed his erection. You badly wanted to cover your eyes,push that heavenly monster off you but rather you were oggling at him. As if you were under some spell. An incubus' spell.

He called you a masterpiece but the actual masterpiece was there in front of you - hovering over you like a spider.

"You have been eyeing for quiet some time,sweetheart" he mumbled against your ear giving you a hard spank.

"I-im sorry!" you cried out. None ever humiliated you to this extent.

"I dont think you're enough sorry for eye fucking an incubus.." he tilted his head with another spank on your ass. You hissed in both pain and pleasure, "I-I am.."

"If you're sorry,scream my name the whole night." he smirked running his thumb over your clit wetting it more," I want every fucking incubus of this world to know who's fucking you inside these four walls"

He groaned pushing two fingers inside of you. You squirmed around his digits. "Hyunjin.."

"Yeah sweetheart?" he asked curling his fingers inside.

"Too-too deep!"

"But sweetheart it's still just my fingers.." he chuckled increasing his pace. You were a crying mess back then. Gripping your sheets frantically as your stomach felt tingling inside.

"I-Im -Hyunjin I'm-" you screamed his name feeling your orgasm near. You were on the ecstasy, too high to think what your neighbours would say about your late night screams.

"HYUNJIN-GOD-whaat?" you looked at him in shock when he suddenly pulled out his fingers. "Why would you PULL OUT!" You screamed in agony. You were frustrated about the knot forming inside. Your whole body was on like needles,aching to come out and flood his sinful fingers. And there he was. Smirking at your helplessness.

He just laughed out in response before lining up his thick cock at your entrance. You bit your lips to suppress the moans as he pushed the tip throughout your wet walls.

"Gosh!you feel so tight!" he groaned against your ear while pushing his whole length inside. His fingers intertwined yours. He didn’t even give you time to adjust rather started thrusting his hips into you.

"HYUNJIN!"

"FUCK YES!Scream my name like this baby" he muttered under his breath increasing his pace. His huge cock was hitting your cervix each time. You were a moaning mess wrapping your legs around his thin waist. Everything about him was perfect. His sculpture, his demeanour & also his cock..

You cried out in pain as his girth spread your cunt apart. You were screaming his name in pleasure. No one had ever fucked you like this. So much pain yet too much pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back as he pulled out for a mere second,only to push back his cock in double force.

"FUCK! Like this-"

"Open those damn eyes and look at me. You gotta know who's ruining you" he growled and thrust harder. Your fingers dug into his flesh. Tears started rolling down your cheeks. The pleasure was too much. Everything around you was shaking so was your greedy body..

You felt your pussy wall clenching around his cock. A knot forming on your lower abdomen. He chuckled,"My sweet girl is gonna cream my cock, hm?"

You nodded biting down your lips,too ashamed to confess.

"If you wanna cum, you need to answer me or I stop" he threatened rubbing your already sensitive clit to make you whimper. He was really testing your patience.

"Please-im-I wanna cum!" you pathetically begged moving your hips back and forth against him. The last thing you wanted to remain undone. You gripped his shoulder, afraid of him leaving you undone again, "Please hyunjin...?" you meowed staring into his red eyes.

"Be specific with your needs baby " he hissed giving you a rough thrust as his fingers twisted your nipples.

"I-I want to-I want your cock.." you couldn’t even finish before his growl interrupted you. He took upon his pace and rocked his hip into you. Your fingers dug onto his shoulder. Your lips parted wider in pleasure as another knot formed into you.

"I-I'M CUMMIN-" you screamed out the words when you came onto his cock. He smirked placing french kisses on your face while taking out his cock in and out of your sensitive cock.

"Too-too much can't!" you squirmed underneath him.

"I still need to ruin you with my seeds,babygirl" he growled and with a few more strokes hitting your gspot, he reached his orgasm. He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a rough kiss. He steadied his cock deep into your cunt as he unloaded his cums into you. Pushing his so called seeds deeper into your cunt. You moaned against his lips feeling the sudden warmth of his juices inside

"Such a sweet cunt taking every seed of me" he chuckled in your ear pushing his juices deeper.

He took his sweet time before pulling out his wet cock. He then placed two kisses on your both eyes patting your hair,"sweet girl with sweet cunt deserves her sweet sleep now"

You were sleeping like a dead body after your cursed out sex with the first incubus. Hyunjin was lying beside you playing with your hair. He was humming a tone while tracing your cheeks. Tricking you into a deep slumber.

"You know you can come out of your hiding now" he chuckled looking at the mirror. Then all of a sudden a strong blow of wind rushed out of the mirror scattering one or two things off the bed side table. The flower vase fell into the floor and you groaned at the sound. Clutching more to hyunjin's side while sleeping as if you were his pet. He patted your back,"ssh,sleep sweetheart"

"Wow easy there felix.." hyunjin hissed as felix's aura lunged at him-stopping just an inch from both of you.

"We dont want our princess to wake up,do we?" hyunjin reasoned with a smirk.

"Our princess,huh?" felix chuckled back before his eyes turned red completely.

"No,my bad. My princess.. " hyunjin replied with a smug look and placed an intentional kiss over your forehead causing Felix to growl. He left your side and walked over the mirror to only get attacked by felix. Felix was now grabbing his neck against the mirror,his fangs threatening to come out.

"She already chose me,Felix. Just back out already. " he coughed out.

"Oh!did she?"felix started laughing and unhold his grip on hyunjin's neck. Hyunjin furrowed and carefully circled around the other.

"She already chose me over you Felix. Her soul yearns for me if you haven’t understood the fact yet,young boy"

"Oh?is it?We will see if she even wants to see your bloody face after waking up the next morning.." Felix muttered the last words with a smirk.

"Are you going to pull your as usual innocence card on her?" the elder asked staring into his eyes and continued with a chuckle, "She won't even fall for it,she's already fucking ruined."

"And devil says innocence is the bestest art of seduction"

Author note:This is first complete smut I've ever written so sorry for the mistakes. There would be a final chapter to finish "red lights" from SHE CHOSE ME,DID SHE? series. Tysm for reading.

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[neowonderland]

Pairings: Perv!Jisung x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, stalking Wc: 0.4k

Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Jisung has a hobby of keeping a piece of you with him.

Whether that be a strand of your hair, chewed up pieces of gum in the gum wrapper you tossed in the trashcan to your pencil you left after lecture, he always has a habit of keeping a piece of you wherever he goes. 

Jisung swears it’s harmless, he’s only collecting your things and creating a place in his room just for your things. It’s not like it hurts you when he takes things he’s sure you won’t miss. It’s not like you'll miss another pair of your underwear or the crumpled pieces of scratch paper you throw away. Jisung thinks he’s just making use of your trash. After all, another man’s trash is another one’s treasure. 

Of course Jisung makes use of his collection of your items besides just keeping them with them. Of course Jisung makes other uses of your items, holding your underwear to his nose with one hand while he gets off. Jisung can never last long, drooling over your items, painting his abdomen with streaks of white. Sometimes he even uses your underwear in his hand while he gets off, head filled with fantasies of him rutting against you with only your underwear on. Jisung even uses your old toothbrushes you throw away, running his tongue over the ridges and bristles, trying to imagine your mouth on them. 

As much as it comforts Jisung, sometimes keeping a piece of you isn’t enough. When he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, his mind drifts to you and how much he craves you. Jisung needs  much more, he needs to be closer to you and your presence. He needs to feel your sweaty skin against his, your nails racking against his back, and your hot breath fanning against his neck. 

Jisung knows he needs you in a different way, but he’s terrified of your reaction. He’s even terrified of the idea of you struggling against him, screaming, shouting at him, telling him you don’t want him as much as he wants you. So, night after night Jisung settles for hiding under your bed and crawling out once he’s sure you’re asleep. Jisung swears to himself that it’s not strange to watch you slumber, that it’s not strange to want to be in the presence of someone he loves. It’s not strange to place soft kisses on their face and it’s not strange to snap photos to remember the memory.

It's not strange because after all, Jisung just wants to be close to you.

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[linos-luna]

What about Yandere Han sadist and possessive? 🔥

I'm on my knees for Yandere Han 🥹

I leave it on your imagination, i know that You gonna surprise me 🫣

Love all your yandere works 🤭❤️

Thank you ☺️

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Sadist ❣️🔪

Yandere!Sadist!Han x Fem!Reader

Warnings: possessiveness, Yandere, 18+ smut, Choking, Spanking, begging, violence, knives, dub con , slapping

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“Noona, why are you struggling so much?”

Your boyfriend had you pinned against the bedroom door; he was annoyed that you hid from him earlier.

Han was violent when in the mood for sex. He was like that in general but it got worse when he was needy.

“Hannie stop!” You squirmed helplessly as he then pushed you inside. You fell on the bedroom floor and he locked the door behind him.

You tried sitting up before he put his foot on your chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Hannie, please!” You begged. “N-not right now!”

He got on top of you and put his hands on your throat, squeezing lightly.

“Why not, noona? I like you like this.”

He had a demented smile as he continued choking you. You could swear you felt a bulge rubbing against you.

Before you could pass out he let go, leaving you to sit there to cough and catch your breath.

“You’re so cute.” He said while looking through a drawer. He grabbed some items and set them on the bed before going back to you.

“C-can I get up?” Your voice was raspy, obviously from him squeezing so hard.

“No.” He said casually while pushing you on your stomach. “I like you like this, on the floor like the dirty slut you are.”

“W-what?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you flirting with my friends!” He yelled while yanking down your pants and practically ripping off your underwear. “Nothing but a filthy whore! You’re mine you got that?! Mine!!”

He grabbed a belt from the bed and spanked you with it. It was practically a leather whip that surely left marks.

“Mine! *smack* Mine! *smack* MINE!!”

You screamed in pain, biting your sleeve to muffle the sound.

“Noona I want to hear you.” You said with a condescending smile. I need to hear you scream and beg for mercy. Or else what fun would this be?”

“Hannie stop!” You cried before he pulled off your shirt, leaving you only in a bra. He then grabbed handcuffs from the bed and cuffed them behind you.

“No. Not like that.” He teased while pinching your reddened skin, making you shriek in pain.

“Stop! Please! Stop!” You cried.

“You know that’s not what I want, noona.” He replied while pulling your hair back.

“I’m-Im a whore!” You cried. “I-I need you to fuck me! I-I need you to fuck the whore out of me!”

“Oh really?” He said with a chuckle while pinching the reddened skin again.

“Yes! Yes! Hannie i-I— I’m a whore!” You screamed.

“I know.” He let go of your hair, letting you fall back to the floor. Since your hands were cuffed, you fell face first, giving you a bloody nose.

You whimpered as you cried against the floor, some blood staining the carpet.

“Leaving a mess? Aw noona.” He said with a dramatic sigh before spanking you again but this time with his hand.

There was no fighting this. He wanted your “consent”. A dubious one actually. So can use it against you.

“P-please…” you cried. “Fuck the whore out of me…”

“Yeah? Why should I?”

“B-because I deserve it…” you whimpered. “I-I want it Hannie!”

He smirked as he took off his pants and boxers, rubbing his hard cock before teasing your hole. The redness around your bottom made it painful as he spread your cheeks and entered. You were a little wet but not enough for it to be an easy fit.

“You’re so tight.” He said while reaching to rub your clit. “You don’t find me hot?”

“N-no you are!” He gasped, trying to get used to the size but also squirming as he touched your sensitive spot.

It wasn’t long before he started railing you. Your face was rubbing against the floor where some blood was from your bloody nose.

You moaned and screamed more as he pounded into you. He loved hearing it and went harder to hear you go louder. The sound of it riled him up even more and he soon came in you.

“Cum, noona! Prove your mine!” He grunted. “Prove it!”

You cried as you came and he pulled out. You tried to catch your breath before he flipped you around and and lifted your legs.

“You’re a mess.” He said slyly as he started kissing your cunt, making you squirm.

“N-no hannie! Too much!” You cried. “Too much!”

Han continued to eat you out before you came again.

Exhausted. You were exhausted.

He climbed back over you and sloppily kissed your lips. He could taste the blood that dripped from your nose. He bit your lip, making it bleed even more before using his tongue to dominate you.

You were too weak to fight him. He eventually got up and you pulled up sitting you on the bed.

You were a mess. You had dry blood from your nose and some that smudged on your cheek. Your lips were red and swollen, bleeding a little that dropped down to your chin. You looked down while breathing heavily, your hair a mess. You looked at your legs, remembering the bruises your boyfriend has left from other nights.

“Your mine right?” Han said, you couldn’t hear him. You were lost in thought before he suddenly slapped you.”

“You’re mine! Right?!” He repeated angrily.

“Yes!”

“Yes what?!” He yelled as he slapped you again.

“I’m yours! Yes I’m yours!!”

“Good.” He smiled as he grabbed the key and unlocked your cuffs.

You laid back and covered your face, crying and sobbing.

Han sat next to you, rubbing your hair.

“Noona… don’t cry.”

But you couldn’t and he moved your hands to rub your cheek.

“I love you noona.”

You looked at him with tears in your eyes. Why did he look so angelic in this moment? He looked so loving and innocent. It was a lie but you put up with it. In a sick way, you loved him. He wasn’t always like this. Possessive all the time yes but only violent during sex. Not that bad right? Right…?

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[mint-yooxgi]

Control - Yandere!Incubus!Jisung

Yandere AU & Incubus AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Jisung X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,658

Warnings: Violent thoughts at one point and implied murder, very smutty themes (he's essentially in the middle of the act with you while this is going on hehe). Mentions of potential kidnapping, but nothing comes of it. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I'M BACK BABEEEYYYYYYYY!!!! Lmaoo it's been forever since I've posted anything, or at least, it feels that way, so I hope this can satiate you all for a bit. Things have been a bit slow, but I'm feeling good about this one, better than I have been with my writing for a while. Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Tenth of The Feral Drabbles

You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about this… to complete ravage you and claim you as my own.

A blissful sigh escapes my lips as I look down upon the wondrous sight that is you, naked and spread out beneath me. Months of meticulous planning have finally all come to a head as I run my hands up your sides, caressing your body like I’ve always dreamed.

Finally, you are mine, just as I’ve always been yours.

Long since have I been watching you, keeping an eye out for anything and everything that might spark an interest for me in you. You see, my sort of clientele deserve a certain… care when I decide to take them on. The seduction is all part of the thrill of the game.

But you? Oh, you?

You are most certainly not a game. No… You are everything I’ve ever desired, and so much more…

All of the others were easy to figure out, some flowers here, some compliments there, and poof, I had them right where I wanted them. Yet, you made me work for it. You made me earn it, and by the time I did, I could never hope to accept anybody else but you.

You are now my sole desire in this godforsaken universe. The only one I will ever want. The only one I will ever need.

You see, Darlin’, you have this smile… A smile that just lights up the entire room whenever its radiance graces your features. It’s brilliant, and the first time I ever saw it, I was captivated. The way your eyes crinkle during such an expression of joy set my heart racing. An odd, and rather foreign feeling, as I’ve never experienced anything quite like it before.

I had to have it for myself.

Sure, there’s been other times where my clients have smiled at me - smugly, flirtatiously, genuinely - but none of them were you. You have a certain charm that’s addicting, and I couldn’t help but wonder what that smile would look like gracing your features because of me.

I wanted to make you laugh. I wanted to make you happy. More than all of that, though, I wanted to know what that smile would look like pulling at your features as you gazed down upon me, my tongue buried in that tight, wet heat of yours. Perhaps, even what it would look like as I intertwined our fingers together, hearing you sigh in bliss, begging me for more as I made you come over, and over, and over again. For me, and me alone.

That smile would become a product of my love for you, in whatever ways it could. Soon, it would be only reserved for me, and not that fucking coworker of yours that seemed overtly friendly with you. They really enjoyed cracking jokes, didn’t they? Not so funny when it’s their skull cracking instead…

But, I digress… what I had to do to ensure you fell into my arms after all this time is my own business. You don’t ever have to worry about a single thing.

You even seemed to have a soft spot for animals, so it became nothing for me to start walking the dogs under our care just as an excuse to see you. They love you, almost as much as I do, you know. They know you’re mine, and they’ll protect you, and care for you almost as fiercely as I will now. They know that no one is allowed to touch you but me. We have to protect such a delicate being, after all.

Gentle… you’re always so gentle…

But you have a dominant streak in you, don’t you, Darlin’? You enjoy taking control, especially earlier in the night when I had you in my lap. 

Fuck- just thinking about those plush thighs around me as your hips shifted above my own has me twitching again in anticipation. I can’t get the feeling of your hands off of my skin, your fingertips having burnt trails of passion all over my shoulders as you attempted to ground yourself by holding onto me. I can still see the way your head tossed back in bliss, your movements stuttering as you came just from the friction alone.

You don’t need to be embarrassed. I came, too. I always come, even just to the mere thought of you.

That’s just the effect you have on me.

Oh, but I let you have your fun. I let you take control, and was it ever a sight to behold. To be able to indulge with you in these desires of yours has filled me with no greater joy. Seeing you take control like that…

I was made for you, Darlin’, and you were made for me. Never shall we be parted again. I won’t allow it. You are mine, and I am yours. Now, until forever.

The shock on your face after I told you that it was now ‘my turn’, well… it still has such a warmth building in my chest. It made me think, though, that perhaps you’re not used to receiving the love you deserve. I’ll deal with those other fools that dared make you believe you weren’t worth the same love and care you show them later. Right now, I want to focus on you.

Oh, the way my body comes alive at the feeling of your hands all over me. Every stuttered breath, every whimpered moan, is yours. Your name is made to fall from my lips, as mine is made to be graced by yours. You should know, all of my reactions are of the purest variety I can offer, for you and you alone.

I just hope you will do the same, and from the way your eyelids continue to flutter in bliss, I can tell this will be the case.

That’s it, Darlin’, feel my hands caressing every part of you. Let your body come alight beneath my touch, squirming and begging for more.

I will give it to you. I will always give it to you. Right now, though, I want to take my time.

To think, someone who’s always prided himself on his professionalism could be reduced to mere tatters at the very thought of you. For too long I have been fantasizing about what I would do to you if given the chance - an occupational hazard, if I do say so myself - but never have I ever felt anything this intense.

My life is yours, Darlin’. You own my very soul. Every breath, every thought, every desire I have is yours. Yours to fulfill, yours to own, yours to keep. It always and forever will be.

Yes, feel my lips against your skin, feel the way my tongue darts out to taste your pulse. This racing heart, that hitch in your breath, are all because of me.

I’ve only just begun…

Let my fingers trace over ever dip, let my hands map out every curve. I want to find all the spots on your body that have you gasping, and then I want to make you tremble from the slightest of my touches. Let me please you in all of the ways I know how, in all of the ways that I am known for.

Darlin’, you know my horns are sensitive…

Oh, but you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Your playful giggle says it all. You still want to be in control…

Just relax, Darlin’. Let me take care of you.

The hitch in your breath as you see my fangs only makes my cock ache for you that much more. And that full body shudder at my nails grazing your sides? Perfection.

My breath hitches. You- you’re begging for me? You want me?

Who am I to deny the most beautiful divinity I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon.

Don’t be shy now, Darlin’. You asked for it.

Just look at the way my fingers sink into those luscious thighs of yours. Fuck- you really are made for me… and this gorgeous, weeping cunt… is this all for me?

All because of me? Darlin’, you shouldn’t have! You know how insatiable you make me.

I swear, you were created just to tempt me. To make me succumb to the deepest of desires so I could please you to the fullest extent of my own abilities. Every lick, every suck, is for you, and I can never get enough of this sweet nectar that flows from your very core, intoxicating me with just a single taste.

Give it to me. 

I want your everything.

You like when I growl against this pretty pussy, don’t you, Darlin’? Well, what if I pull you closer and do it again? Oh, that made you clench around my tongue, didn’t it?

Do it again…

Again…

More…

More! Give me more!

Feed this beast inside of me who yearns for you! 

Yes! Give your all to me! 

Let me see you fall apart on my tongue…

That’s it, Darlin’, feel the way I suckle this sensitive little clit between my lips. Moan for me as I let my tongue delve through those soft, wet folds of yours. Make me drunk on you, and then make it so I can never dream of wanting another. Only you.

I’ll let you in on a little secret… you already do.

Such a luscious body, Darlin’, and all mine to hold. All mine to touch, to please, to sink my fangs into and mark you as mine over, and over, and over again.

That right, grab onto my horns, pull me in closer as your thighs shake around my head. Don’t fucking stop until you’ve taken everything you’ve wanted from me, and then some. 

My body was made to please you. 

That is truly my greatest desire.

After all, Darlin’, you’re the one that’s still in control.

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[tr34sure]

Redroom || Han Jisung

Summery: Your stalker finally having the courage to kidnap you and he’s most definitely going to have some fun after doing it.

Warnings: Consented sex, the use of the name (my love,) maybe a little knife play, sex toys, blood licking!! MINORS DNI!! ⛔️

A/n: This was something in works and song recommendations: 7th sense nct, and Thinkin bout you by Frank Ocean. I didn’t proof read this at all I just wrote 🤷🏽‍♀️

You are in a red-themed room with a large king-sized bed, dim lighting, various knives and BDSM tools scattered around. The walls are adorned with leather straps and whips, and there's a big mirror on one side of the room. The only source of light comes from a chandelier in the middle of the room, casting eerie shadows everywhere. The scent of leather and sex fills the air.

“Where-where am I?” I stutter as I stare at the black shadow in front of me from what looks like a man. “You are in my red room.” He answered slowly walking towards me giving me a good glimpse of his face.

To your surprise, he didn't look as bad as you thought he would. You had expected him to be a creepy old man, but he turned out to be completely different.

His long face shape is complemented by his somewhat messy hair, and his doe-like dark brown eyes are gentle, suggesting that he has a gentle, innocent nature added to him, which is now far from the truth about him.

“Do you want to know why you're here, my love?” He picks up a knife, with a sinister smile on his face. I quickly shook my head as pure terror crossed my face.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he approached me and reached out for my cheeks, cupping his hands around them. I try to pull away but he only pulls me back in again to face him. “Look at me Y/n” his sadistic tone echoes through your head. I then glare at him, giving him what he wants. “You’re here because I love you.” He bends down in front of you tilting his head towards you as he stares at you intensely, his eyes filled with admiration and desire.

His lips curl into a devious smile, as he starts pointing the blade at your leg, cutting through the fabric and touching your skin. You felt panic rise in you trying your best to calm down. I mean he said he loves you so that means he wouldn’t want to hurt you right? News flash you were so wrong about the statement.

He pushes the point of the knife into your skin, drawing blood you grasped at the sharp pain as the blood flows from the cut. You feel a mix of pain and pleasure as his tongue traces along the cut on your skin. Your vision blurs, and all you can focus on is the sensation of his warm breath against your wound. You gasp softly, trying to process the intense feelings coursing through your body.

As you watch him lean in closer, you feel a rush of heat spread through your core. His lips brush against the cut, and you let out a soft moan. The sensation of his tongue against your skin sends shivers down your spine. You try to pull away from him , but your body refuses to cooperate. The pleasure he's giving you is too intense, and you find yourself helplessly caught in his grasp. You let out a soft whimper, unable to deny the overwhelming desire that's taking over your body.

The sudden stop catches you off guard, and you feel a bit of relief and disappointment all at once.

Maybe it was good that he stopped because you shouldn’t have enjoyed it the way you did, but you just couldn’t help it no matter how hard you tried not to.

“Do you give me your consent?” He said looking up at you, at that moment your mind was blurred, you couldn’t even think straight but you ended up saying your answer “Yes.” You blurted out to him at which he smirked at.

Jisungs hands moved down to your hips, gripping your skin tightly. With a sudden tug, your pants and underwear are pulled down your ankles leaving your bottom half completely exposed, a sense of humiliation and vulnerability washed over you.

You watched as Jisung grabs the pink vibrator from his large collection of BDSM toys, “I imagined you using this vibrator so many times and now it’s finally happening.” He said, staring at your exposed cunt.

He presses the vibrator against your folds, you gasped at the sudden contact, but it feels so good he starts to thrust the toy in and out of you you throw your head back, moaning loudly as the sensations inside you build up.

Jisungs eyes lights up at your loud moans, seeming to take pleasure in knowing that he’s the one causing you so much pleasure, as you grasp and cry out he increases the vibrations thrusting deeper and faster inside of you.

As you approach your climax, your body starts to tense up, and you feel a warm rush between your legs milking the vibator for all it’s worth, you let out a long, low moan, and your hips buck against Jisungs hands. With a loud cry, As you’re finally about to cum Jisungs suddenly removes the vibratior from your pussy.

You cry out in surprise and disappointment. Jisung leans in close to your face whispering “You were so close baby but you're not gonna cum with that.” He chuckled darkly.

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[chvnnie]

This position is starting to hurt Jisung’s knees, the cool hardwood floor bleeding through his thin sweats. The ache is starting to travel up his thighs, body clenching as the discomfort starts to warp into pain.

But it’s too risky to move. It’s important to stay as still as possible, moving only his arms. Only when absolutely necessary.

SUGGESTIVE - MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: STALKING, PERVERT BEHAVIOR

In his defense, he didn’t think you would be home so early. Your schedule is drilled into his brain — did your Wednesday night meeting get cancelled? Why are you back already?

Jisung is tucked behind the armchair in the corner of your bedroom, carefully watching through the small gap. Left cheek pressed to the wall, only allowing him a limited view.

A good one, nonetheless.

Less than three feet away, a floor length mirror is mounted to the wall. You stand in front of it, carefully removing the jewelry you wore today. The dress you have on is one of his favorites — a little too short for work, hugging your body and showing off your beautiful curves. He likes that he can see the outline of your upper thighs, how it squeezes just beneath your chest to make your tits look extra perky.

It’s the dress you wore when he first met you. Sitting at a high top table in a fancy bar downtown, chatting with two coworkers of yours. You gave him a warm smile while placing your order. A dirty martini, extra olives if he doesn’t mind. So polite, so delicate. When you took the glass from him, your fingers touched. And Jisung knew he wouldn’t be able to shake you.

He doesn’t usually do things like this, but there’s just something about you. You’re everything he’s ever wanted, ever dreamed of. Even if you were unaware of it, you were his, and that was never going to change.

You reach behind your neck, undoing the clasp on your dress. Next came the zipper, the sound sending a delicious chill down Jisung’s spine. As quietly as possible, he picks up the polaroid camera by his feet. Positioning it in the gap, watching through the little window, waiting for the perfect shot.

It comes when you’re wiggling yourself out of the dress, pink lacy bra on display. Fuck, is that providing you any support? Your nipples are visible, pointed from the cool air hitting them. God, you’re breathtaking.

Click.

Quickly, he takes the picture from the camera and drops it to the ground. Readying himself for another shot.

And oh, look at that. Matching panties. Maybe a little too small, judging on the way they’re hugging your ass. But oh how pretty they look on your soft skin. You turn, allowing him a back shot. Click.

He gets a few more shots; one of you leaning in, checking your makeup in the mirror. Another of you adjusting the bra, fingers cupping your covered breasts and head rolling back. As if enjoying the feeling of your touch.

Finally, you step away from the mirror, walking into the ensuite bathroom and shutting the door. Jisung groans quietly as he stands, legs going numb from crouching on them for so long. Grabbing his bag, he quickly (yet carefully) throws the camera in there, filing the photos into his special little album.

All the pretty shots of you.

He’s out of your bedroom, leaving no trace that he was ever there. In and out with ease, every single time. And you’re none-the-wiser. Even if he’s being a little careless today, rushing out so he can get home. Running a bit behind the schedule of his own.

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Jisung fidgets with the cuff of his blazer, fastening and unfastening the little gold button over and over. Why is he so nervous? This should be a breeze for him; it’s not like he’s ever been on a date before.

But when he sees you walking towards the table, the same warm smile you gave him months ago painted on your face, it all makes sense.

He’s quick to stand, moving around the table to pull out your chair. The perfect gentleman.

“Thank you so much.” You say, sliding into the seat and allowing him to push the chair is. Only when he is seated do you speak again. “Jisung, right?”

God, his name sounds so pretty coming from your lips. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“And you.” You pick up the menu, carefully flipping through it. “I have to admit, I am a little nervous.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve just…” you take a deep breath, huffing out a small laugh. “I’ve never met someone off a dating app before.”

Jisung makes a little “ah” sound, picking up his own menu. “Can I tell you a secret?”

“Absolutely.”

“Neither have I.”

His heart is soaring, the laugh you give so full. Happy. “Well, I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

You’re so sweet, funny. The way you focus on him when he speaks is something he’s never experienced before — it’s like you’re actually interested in what he has to say. In him. You laugh at the right moments, ask all the right questions.

Never has there been a more perfect person for him. Jisung has known that for months, but this is just confirmation.

Within a blink, the two of you are sharing a cheesecake, huddled over the small circular table. He takes a risk, offering you a bite from his fork. You take it, wrapping your lips around it as you blink up at him. Moaning as the chocolatey taste hits your tongue.

“I don’t do this, but-“ you smile playfully at him. “-would you want to come home with me?”

Jisung reaches across the table, cupping your face to wipe the bit of cake on your chin away.

“There’s a first time for everything, right?”

a/n: i wrote a filthy smut part but…lemme know if we want more

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[paintedstories]

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PLAYLIST

bang chan (dark/smut)

Bang Chan (soft/fluff)

Lee Know (fluff/fluff)

Seo Changbin(soft/fluff)

Hwang Hyunjin(soft/fluff)

Hwang Hyunjin (dark/smut)

Lee Felix (dark/smut)

Lee Felix(soft/fluff)

Kim Seungmin(soft/fluff)

Yang Jeongin(dark/smut)

Yang Jeongin(soft/fluff)

smut- ♥ fluff- ☀

skz rules

ot8:

new member ☀

your desire is waiting...

Bang Chris

your desire is waiting...

Lee Minho

kitty play 🙀 ♥

Seo Changbin

PLAYBOY 🎱 ♥

Hwang Hyunjin

Sugar daddy 🖌 ♥

FAILED MISSION [1] 🖌 ♥

FAILED MISSION [2] 🖌 ♥

FAILED MISSION [3] 🖌 ☀

90s Hang Hyunjin: A four legs walking problem, that might be something better 🖌 ☀

My Romeo 🖌 ☀

Mystique 🖌 ☀

Interview 🖌 ☀

Philophobia 🖌 ♥ (royal au story)

hidden angel in the dark 🖌 (angst and fluff)

play with the fire in my dreams 🖌 (slightly mature) drabble[1]

play with the fire in my dreams [2] 🖌

"Jump" he whispered in her ear "Jump for me sweetheart, will you??" [1] 🖌

"Jump" he whispered in her ear "Jump for me sweetheart, will you??"[2] 🖌

Han Jisung

Sub professor Han Jisung x fem reader smut(trailer) 🌸♥

03:33 🌸 ♥

new life 🌸 ♥

What the actually.... 🌸 ♥

Lee Felix

New identity 🐥 ♥

apocalypse 🐥 ☀

Kim Seungmin

Obsession(trailer) 🐶 ♥

Movie night 🐶 ♥

Yang Jeongin

Yandere Yang Jeonjin x fem reader 🦊 ♥

perv Yang Jeongin 🦊 ♥

STAY 🦊 ☀ (don't get scared by the title, the story is actually very sweet)

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[hanjisick]

movie night.

description: yan!jisung had been pining for you since he first met you. but felix wants to take you away from him.

warnings: nsfw mentions, murder, suggested death of felix, reader is a girl

there was never a moment that jisung wasn’t aware of his feelings for you.

jisung still recalled the moment that his teacher assigned your seat next to him on the first day of kindergarten.

he knew that eventually, he’d win your heart. he even told his best friend that same day at recess.

“she’s gonna be my girlfriend,” he would announce with a grin to felix, who was too fixated on a ladybug crawling on his arm to notice.

“who’s going to be your girlfriend?” you approached them and he could only stutter out an excuse as felix took your attention.

“look at the ladybug! wanna hold him, y/n?”

“okay!”

the three of you became a trio, sticking together throughout all these years.

hangouts consisted of all three of you spread across the couch, a bowl of popcorn in hand and a movie keeping all of your attention.

him nor felix were used to you joining them in the sleepover part of the hangouts. since the first time, your parents demanded you to leave before eight at night. from then, felix and jisung would play video games.

as they got older, girls came into the late night conversations. felix had crushes on various girls, but jisung always had his heart set on you.

and eventually these crushes turned into girlfriends for felix.

he began to take up dancing and baking, spending time with girls instead of jisung and you, leaving the two of you to fight over who was grabbing bigger handfuls of popcorn.

felix was always prettier than jisung could ever be. dozens of freckles danced across his bright face. his skin was like honey, and it was toned well. if jisung looked like that, he’d be wearing the same tank tops that felix always wore.

there was no arguing it, of course felix was more attractive, but the one thing that jisung did have going for himself was consistency.

he kept his friday nights free for you despite the parties that he was invited to and he cancelled plans, no matter how important they were.

when you were sad and texted the group chat, jisung was the first person at your front door with your favorite snacks. even if they were nothing like felix’s homemade brownies.

and most importantly, he never looked in another girls direction but yours.

there was never a time that he agreed with felix about a girl being attractive. he never called the waitresses that left their phone numbers on his napkin. and he never flirted back with his classmates.

because he knew that you were always better. he knew that in the long run, you’d eventually choose him over others the same way that he chose you.

which is why he was so confused tonight.

you arrived with felix, who had offered to pick you up and drive you to jisung’s small apartment.

then, you rested your head on felix’s shoulder during the movie. you giggled when your hands brushed against each others while reaching for popcorn.

each time that you and jisung had hung out, even alone, this had never happened, no matter how much he wanted it to.

he wasn’t paying attention to the movie anymore. jisung felt cold at the end of the couch, watching you two cuddle up to eachother.

with a sigh, he curled up into himself, forgetting about the popcorn bowl between you and his friend.

after the second movie, it was around twelve in the morning when jisung cleared his throat, interrupting your hushed conversation.

“so… are you going home, y/n? or do you wanna spend the night too?”

his friend’s faces dropped before they glanced at eachother in a mutual exchange— one that he didn’t understand.

felix spoke up first. “actually, i have a class tomorrow morning, so i was thinking i would just drive y/n home.”

“oh, alright, that’s cool with me,” jisung lied through his teeth, grabbing the popcorn bowl out of your hands.

in the kitchen, he grabbed a cloth to clean the bowl out.

a part of him wanted to think that felix would never do something like this, knowing his morals. felix wasn’t a bad person.

but he also knew the horny teenager that he had been just a few years ago, willing to do any amount of sweet talking to get into a girls underwear.

jisung wanted him to say it to his face instead of hiding what was really going on. ‘i stole the girl that you had been crushing on since kindergarten.’

the thought only pissed him off more than he was.

his teeth clenched. ‘we’re going to my place and i’m going to take her virginity too.’

he reminisced back to every late night conversation felix and him had over y/n, felix wondering when he would finally grow out of his stupid crush on his stupid best friend.

jisung was seeing green already, afraid of walking back into the living room and losing it at another sight of the disgusting touches you shared. it should be him.

felix would never take the time to know you as well as he did.

“how should we tell him?” jisung listened to the quiet murmur.

“we don’t have to tell him.”

he could imagine the way felix must be using his deep voice to his advantage, running his hand up and down your thigh the way he did with so many girls before you.

the soft gasp that you’d let out and the smirk that he’d throw back to you.

jisung took a dirty knife from the sink, tucking it into the pocket of his sweatpants.

“tell me what?” he trembled, the sight being exactly what he pictured in his mind. you were practically on top of him. there was only so much that he could take.

“jisung, felix and me… we made it official last week. i’m sure you could tell that we’ve had tension for a long time. we’re together now.” your hand found felix’s for support.

last week? …this has been going on for a week.

he glanced in his friend’s direction, who refused to make eye contact.

jisung’s mind went blank when you planted a kiss to felix’s lips, charging at him with tears in his eyes.

he only truly came back to his senses when you began to run, leaving felix on the ground to grab at your arm.

“don’t leave!”

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[dazed--xx]

Cardinal (Series Preview)

Series Summary: If there was one thing God could say he’s ever regretted creating he’d explain there were 8. The 8 Evil Thoughts. Vainglory, Avarice, Gluttony, Wrath, Lust, Pride, Envy, and Sloth are currently spending their exile living it up in the mortal world; spreading their sins into Gods most beloved creations so with determination in his heart he sends for the only things that can stop them….Their Virtues The Humility twins, Generosity, Temperance, Love, Chastity, Kindness, and Perseverance. Join them on a journey through morality, obsession, and temptation in Cardinal….

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Demon Au!

TW: YANDERE, Demon AU!, Cardinal Sins, Themes of Catholicism, mentions of religion, mentions of God, Blastphemy, smut, use of demonic powers, non-con (in some parts), more to be added as each part is posted.

A/N: So I’m officially off Hiatus 👋 so HIYA but I’ve been inspired for this for a while and I have been obsessed with the seven deadly sins since my theology class in high school and just now thought to write something about them but I’m super excited about this and I hope you guys will be too. Also anyone that has requested something your requests will be posted before this series and before one more time chapter 2 so keep an eye out cause I’m probably going to start posting those this week or next week anyway hope you enjoy the preview.

Bang Chan: coming soon

Vainglory; the sin or vice of one who immoderately desires renown, prestige, or the praise and respect of others. The desire of these things is not necessarily sinful but becomes so when it is immoderate and disordered.

Virtue: Humility

Summary: Belial, now reborn as Bang Chan as punishment for his most cardinal sin is happy with his prosperity as the CEO of Stay corporation. His employees worship the ground he walks on; his word holds more weight than almost anyone in all of South Korea, that is until a familiar foe threatens to take everything he’s built away. Now, Chan must face his largest feat yet…corrupting his virtue, Humility.

Minho: coming soon…

Avarice; an insatiable desire to gain and hoard wealth. It's similar to greed but goes even further, encompassing such things as selfishness, entitlement, materialism, consumerism, and hoarding.

Virtue: Generosity

Summary: Mammon, now cast away living his life disguised as mortal Lee Minho enjoys his days as the COO of Stay Corporation. From his many houses to the collections of automobiles he adores his cardinal sin. He indulges in his wealth, power and fornication as he so pleases bringing chaos to rain free wherever he so chooses until he’s faced with whom he only thought a myth…his virtue, Generosity.

Changbin: coming soon…

Gluttony; the over-indulgence or lack of self-restraint in food, drink, or wealth items, especially as status tokens.

Virtue: Temperance

Summary: Beelzebub, spends his days as Seo Changbin a world-renowned chef, wandering the cityscape bouncing from each flamboyant club to elegant restaurant he sets his sights on. He’d spend those days if it weren’t for the thorn in his side his virtue Temperance, a feisty archangel with a knack for ruining his fun he makes it his mission to corrupt the virtue and be the first of the sins to create a fallen angel.

Hyunjin: coming soon…

wrath; the inordinate and uncontrolled feeling of hatred and anger

Virtue: love or charity

Summary: Satan, now trapped in his mortal form Hwang Hyunjin by God due to his cardinal sins is forced to spend his eternity with his virtue, Love at his hip in every waking moment. He finds her mysterious call to his mind and heart infuriating as it drives him wild with wrath and infatuation. When he loses his ability to sense her presence everything is flipped into a world of Chaos, disparity and Wrath in which he did not cause. So, with a blood oath he sets out to locate his other half and destroy those that stolen her away from him.

Jisung: Coming soon…

Lust; defined as immoral because its object or action of affection is improperly ordered according to natural law or the appetite for the particular object (eg sexual desire) is governing the person's will and intellect rather than the will and intellect governing the appetite for that object.

Virtue: chastity

Summary: Asmodeus, now Han Jisung, a Has corrupted the strongest willed priests and popes in history. His love for his cardinal sin has him sharing the euphoria with almost every mortal he meets, that is until he comes face to face with his virtue, Chastity; the embodiment of everything he couldn’t have cast away by his own hands at the turn of the century. Her influence reaching a select few in his favorite personal hell. Vowing to show the object of his affection the true lengths Lust and absolute pleasure can take you; he embarks on a journey of fornication, heartbreak and persuasion.

Felix: coming soon…

pride; excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God.

Virtue: humility

Summary: Lucifer, hates his exile as Lee Felix under the demon Belial. He was far more intelligent than his current supervisor, he loathed his deity and their fear of anyone having a mind. He spent his days in a bore, missing his time in heaven he spends his days with visions of the precious virtue, Humility. He admonishes those that blindly follow their predestination, he detests his creator for condemning him to walk amongst these…. creatures that is until his twin brother presents him with a deal find and seal his beloved's fate…...corrupt her and get back into heaven.

Seungmin: coming soon….

Envy; sin of jealousy over the blessings and achievements of others

Virtue: kindness

Summary: Leviathan, lives his life as Kim Seungmin resenting his fellow keepers of the sins. They’re virtuous extravagant lifestyles to their most wildest dreams being fulfilled. While he had to stand there and watch, watch as the pesky humans around him found their way, watch as his brethren became successful in both hell and the mortal world. The Demon kings names bringing an icy chill up their spines at the power and influence they possess; if a demon king sets his sights on you, your soul becomes tainted with their sin until it eats the being alive and sends your soul straight to hell. He hates as his sin is the one full of disgust and had such a bad wrap, envy is what built civilization itself yet they worship Belial and the wretched deity that cursed himself, that is until he is greeted with something he’d never experienced before his virtue….Kindness

Jeongin: coming soon…

Sloth: a spiritual or emotional apathy, neglecting what God has spoken, and being physically and emotionally inactive. It can also be either an outright refusal or merely a carelessness in the performance of one's obligations, especially spiritual, moral or legal obligations.

Virtue: perseverance

Summary: Belphegor, enjoys his days as Yang Jeongin, the laid back neglectful floor manager of Stay Corporation. If you were to ask any of the mortal employees under his leadership they would say he was always at work but he was rarely ever working. His reputation was a positive one despite his hidden identity, he enjoyed watching as his floor scrambled to get report’s together for meetings he’d never mentioned until the day before. He adored sprinkling small bits of his sin around the office and watching as the floor became bored, underachieving and understandably tired. The only thing he would say he’d enjoy a change with is one particular little itty bitty thorn in his side; the one thing that he cannot stand more than actual work that sat right outside his office. His virtue….Perseverance.

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𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘰𝘰-𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵? 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮… 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥? 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦?

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘰𝘵8!𝘴𝘬𝘻 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦-𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘹-𝘹

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭!𝘢𝘶, 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭!𝘢𝘶, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 <3

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘒𝘡 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥--- 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨!

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐡𝐧𝐠

𝘱. 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘩𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳? 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢

status: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

𝘱. 𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: “𝘚𝘰 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?, 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘯”

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬…?

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴; 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘤𝘰𝘱!𝘰𝘤, 𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵!𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴--

𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘚𝘰𝘰-𝘢𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘱, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦: 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

𝘱𝘺𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤 | 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥.

𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧

𝘱. 𝘚𝘦𝘰 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦."

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: ����/𝘢

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝐇𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧

𝘱. 𝘏𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴"

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

𝘱. 𝘏𝘢𝘯 𝘑𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘯𝘰?"

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

𝘱. 𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: “𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺”

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝘱. 𝘒𝘪𝘮 𝘚𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧

𝘱. 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦: "𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨… "

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘯/𝘢

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘴: 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨…

𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘹𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬!

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[sooniessoulmate]

🌹🌹 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔧𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔯🌹🌹

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 : 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢. 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡

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[linos-luna]

Valentine’s Day with Yandere!Stray Kids ❣️🔪

Warnings: , unhealthy relationships, Yandere, jealousy, smut, 18+ , possessive behavior, obsession , dub-con ?

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Chan

Channie is flirty and romantic all the time but Valentine’s Day was special. He wanted to show how devoted he was to you… whether you liked it or not.

• buys you lots of plushies and sweets

• it seems like a cute sentiment but it’s because he treats you like a child

• you’re his baby girl, he has to spoil and smother you with love.

• you have to call him daddy

• don’t resist or you’ll regret it.

• he’ll yell at you or lock you in the closet. Then act like nothing happened right after

• you’re not leaving the house today. Someone might steal you away!

• wants to make love but if you resist be will be rough. Although he’s always rough

- - -

“Let me out!”

You cried while knocking on the door. You had been shaking and crying since he threw you in there almost an hour ago while chan was in the kitchen, practically ignoring you. It was cold in that closet too. There was some peaceful music playing and he was calmly cutting up fruit. It wasn’t long before he came back to the closet and opened the door.

“Hey babygirl, what are you doing?” Chan asked, crouching down to your level. “You should be getting ready for our date silly!”

You only hugged him and he picked you up like a baby, taking you to the bedroom.

After getting dressed and cleaning up, Chan led you to the living room where he had cut up fruit, chocolate, and wine waiting. There were roses on the table and new plushies on the couch.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babygirl.” Chan said, giving a tight hug from behind.

You were still shaken up from earlier but he didn’t even acknowledge putting you in the closet. You just played along.

Minho

Minho is strict and rough with you. Valentine’s Day is no different. He expected you to listen to him and give him what he wants. And you normally did since he was good at manipulating you…

• always so strict

• but secretly is desperate for your love

• makes you dinner and even takes you out for a movie

• but be sure to not look at any boys

• or he will be pissed.

• wants a romantic night

• so you better let him have it… or else…

- - -

Minho was dragging you inside by your arm and threw you on the shared bed.

“Why?!” He shouted. “Why did you do that?!”

“I’m sorry…”

“You ruin everything!!” He slapped you and continued yelling.

“Y-yes yes, I’m sorry!” You replied, wiping the tear rolling down your cheek.

Minho stopped for a moment and shuffled through your drawers, finally pulling out some lingerie and cat ears. “Put this on…”

You were confused by his sudden mood switch and started undressing. Once putting on the outfit, Minho pushed you into the bed and started kissing your neck.

“Why don’t you want me?” Minho groaned as he rubbed you over your panties.

“I-I-… I want you…” you said, moaning as he reached under your panties.

“You looked at another boy.” He said, suddenly pinching you down there causing you to cry out loud. “What a bad kitten you are…”

“No no no!” You cried. “I-I love you!”

“Yeah? You do?”

“Yes! Yes!” You continued crying.

Minho smiled and removed your panties.

To prove his love for you he ate you out and fucked you hard. He wants to make sure you’re just as devoted as him, he made you suck him off and ride him. This continued for hours and you ended the night weak and exhausted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten”

Changbin

Changbin scares you. He was often violent and his muscular built didn’t make it any better. But he wants you to love him

- - -

• tries extra hard to make you love him

• buys you everything to impress you

• forces his affection

• you’re hesitant at first

• he’s so unpredictable

You were locked in the shared bedroom. Changbin had gone out for something and you waited there on the bed; he was nice enough to let you have your phone today.

“Hey baby. I’m back.” Changbin said as he came in. You only looked at him with a small smile. 

“I got you gifts.” He was a bit awkward when pulling out the teddy bear and chocolates from the bag. Seemed corny but he figured that’s what girls liked.

Changbin held the bear towards you and you instantly flinched.

“No its okay. it’s for you, baby.”

“Thank you, Binnie…” You reluctantly took the bear.

For the rest of the day you guys ordered dinner and watched movies while Changbin kissed and cuddled you. You weren’t very receptive to it at first but eventually gave in when he started getting frustrated.

Hyunjin

• he’s a Pisces. Romance is important!

• he gets lunch and buys you gifts

• but not for free, he wants something from you

• he wants to make love with you

• he gave you things, thus it only made sense that you give him something in return!

• gets angry when you don’t

• gets aggressive

- - -

You were being pinned against the wall as Hyunjin kept trying to kiss you. You were shaking your head and trying to get him off

“Baby hold still!” Hyunjin said getting frustrated.

“No! I don’t want it!” You cried out desperately. “Just let me leave!”

“I’m trying to love you!” He was getting frustrated and threw you on the couch, now getting on top of you and pinning your hands down so you couldn’t move. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!”

Hyunjin removed your pants along with his own before now wrapping his hand around your throat. “I’m going to love you whether you like it or not!” He was squeezing and you were quickly beginning to lose consciousness. Hyunjin was just glad you couldn’t resist.

Jisung

Jisung is delusional. He believes you’re madly in love with him.

• acts like everything is normal even tho it’s not

• crying? Well it’s because you love him so much!

• resisting hugs? Just means you want it tighter!

• takes a lot to tik him off, especially on this special day

• Valentine’s Day must be perfect!

- - -

You woke up suddenly, wrists and ankles tied to a chair at the dining table. You looked around to find a meal that smelled good but why were you tied up? Had he drugged you?

“Hi noona! Finally you woke up!” Han said cheerfully as he came in from the kitchen with some soup and sat next to you.

“Han…? What happened?”

“What do you mean? You just took a little nap!” Han was blowing on a spoonful of soup. “And now you’re here for dinner!”

“Did… did you drug me?!”

“Noona, you’re so funny!” Han chuckled and tried feeding you.

“N-no!” You shook your head to avoid the spoon and some spilled on your lap.

“Oh you might not like this one.” He pouted. Let me get the chicken then.”

Han leaned over to kiss you but you turned away. This didn’t deter him and instead he grabbed your chin and forcefully kissed you.

“Love you noona” he said now going to the kitchen. You only glared at him and he laughed. “I’m glad you love me too!”

Han force fed you to his liking then moved your chair so he could kneel in front of you.

“We should say everything we love about each other.” He was rubbing your thighs while looking up at you. “I’ll go first! I love your beautiful eyes!”

“Han, I-I don’t love you-…”

He pinched your thigh, causing you to wince. “Oh noona, I love you too!”

It went on like this for a while…

Felix

Felix had been stalking you for a while. You were friends but nothing more and you never knew how obsessed he was with you. He decided Valentine’s Day is the day he’ll make his move

• he’s been stalking you and you never knew

• he’d take things like your panties or clothes but you would disregard it

• he’d spy on you every day and knew everything about you and your routine

• but now it’s Valentine’s Day! He wants to leave you gifts.

• leaves gifts from a “secret admirer”

• at first you thought it was cute but it started getting weird…

- - -

You got home from work to find a bouquet of roses at your front door along with a card. You thought it was interesting and brought it inside.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love

- love, your secret admirer

You chuckled and set it on the dining table. Then something caught your attention in the living room.

After taking your shoes off you went to see the gift basket left on the couch. Who left this here? Your attention was caught by a glimmer in the basket. It was your necklace. One that’s been missing for a while. On top of the fact that a basket was inside your apartment, the necklace truly freaked you out and you started heading to your room.

Just as you got to the door, it swung open and there he was. Your friend Felix? You gasped and stumbled back.

“Felix?? What are you doing here?!”

“Did you like your gifts?” He asked, now coming closer. “I made brownies too!”

“How did you get in?!” What are you doing??” You were frantically asking while backing up before felix grabbed your hands.

“I want you to be my valentine! To be with me forever because I love you!”

Before you could do anything else he pinned you to the wall and kissed you. Then suddenly grabbed your wrist and zip tied them together.

Afterwards he took you to your room and laid you on the bed. You were too scared to move as he lifted your shirt to touch your breasts. For the rest of the night he continued touching you while telling you everything he learned about you and how much he loved you.

Seungmin

Seungmin is strict and nearly stoic. You’re expected to go along with anything he plans without explanation. He will make this day romantic

• buys you a new dress and expects you to wear it

• he made a special dinner reservation and you must behave

• don’t look at anyone, keep your head down

• he’s not afraid to punish you in public

• be grateful for all his gifts

• give him compliments

• constantly assure that you love him

•no complaining or talking back

• tonight must be perfect!

- - -

At the restaurant, you looked through the menu while Seungmin sat there watching you.

“Baby, you look beautiful today…”

“Thank you…” you said quietly while continuing to look down.

Suddenly he kicks you in the shin under the table and and you wince at the pain.

“T-thank you.” You say a bit louder. “You look very handsome today.”

“Thank you, daring.” Seungmin smiles.

Soon the waiter comes and your boyfriend orders for you.

“That’s what you wanted right baby?” He asks squeezing your hand.

“Yes seungmin.” You nodded. “You always know exactly what I want. No one knows me better than you.”

Dinner would continue without issue and you would head home. Seungmin expected you to have romantic sex and cuddle with him, that’s what you do on Valentine’s Day right? And if you don’t comply he will be pissed.

Jeongin

Jeongin looked so sweet. How could such a sweet loving boyfriend actually be so violent and scary? He wanted you to love him but at the same time didn’t care for your feelings. He gets what he wants

• easily frustrated

• why don’t you just love him??

• low-key a psychopath

• he wants today to be romantic

• you better give him what he wants

• he’s not afraid to give out harsh punishment

- - -

“Are you gonna listen now?” Jeongin said as he rubbed your bare ass.

“Y-yes!” You were bent over his lap and sobbing; he had been spanking you for a minute straight for refusing his advances.

“Noona, I hate when you’re a brat!” He spanked you again causing you to cry out.

“I’m sorry Jeongin! I’m sorry!!”

Once he was satisfied, he laid you back on the bed and removed your shirt and bra.

“Let’s try this again…” he said while removing his shirt. “Noona…Can you let me love you?”

“Y-yes Jeongin.”

He started kissing your neck and moved down to your breast, practically sucking harsh marks on them. That’s all he wanted.

“Why do you resist me, noona? I know you love it.”

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Sorry it’s kinda long and late 😅

Not really proofread…

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[imrllytootiredforthis]

sub!yandere han who is just absolutely pathetic. like, he is so unashamed in his desperation and just general pitiful behavior that it’s almost embarrassing to be around him.

but maybe the reader is into the whole pathetic, clingy, whiny brat routine. han spends half of his time in reader’s arms, sobbing because he just wants them so, so, so bad and wants to be loved by them and reader is maybe not the best morally either so they’re super into it. han is just so pretty when he cries.

- new anon 😈

ngl, pathetic yandere han is sounding pretty good right now...

he'd be so open with it, he practically spells it out for you from the time you first meet him, telling you that he's particularly clingy and if you're gonna be together you gotta pay lots of attention to him

he just didn't specify how clingy he'd be

because you'd never be ready for the way that if anyone else tried to approach you, anybody else tried to talk to you

you were his. and more importantly he was yours. you couldn't have anyone else, he took up all that space and so that simply wasn't allowed

and so if anyone else tried to talk to you, god forbid, tried to hit on you,

you bet hannie has no qualms about making an entire scene, shameless in his vulgar language, acting as if he were in a court debate with the other person to prove that only he is yours and no one else is gonna take that from him

will cry to you all the way home, accusing you of not loving him, of cheating on him.

dramatics at it's finest as he sobs in your arms for the next hour or so, begging for you to please love him, telling you that he has no idea what he'd do if you didn't love him, that you're all he has and all he wants and he needs you so, so, so, so much

this inevitably ends up with him growing horny halfway through his tantrum, beginning to hump your leg all while still crying, pretty shining eyes so adorable as he hiccups, moaning out one more plea for you to love him and only him

will literally beg you to mark him so that he can show off the marks to people and absolutely will

to random strangers, to his friends, to your friends, his 'competitors' and even though you roll your eyes at his behaviour, getting slightly annoyed at times,

you enjoy it

because god why...why did he have to have such pretty tears?

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and hi new anon! hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it<3

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